Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Ningen or nekojin?
By The Chichi Slaughter House
This was inspired by a doujinshi that one of my friends sent me and I really enjoyed it, even having ideas for a fic. Neko Vegetaās are my new obsession, so I donāt want any flames about āOMG, are you sick?? Vegeta is a cat!ā, because he wonāt ever truly be a cat in my fics. Iām not a fan of animal sex.
Warnings: Uhhā¦letās seeā¦Vegeta as uke, Goku pov, lemon, romanticishness, swearing maybe and anything else my twisted mind wants to come up with.
Disclaimer: Ugh! I canāt believe I forgot to put this in! Bad Slaughter, bad! (cough)
I do not own DBZ, because, sadly, I am not rich. But if I didā¦ (evil laugh) thereād be no more seme Vegeta stuff, because Iād put everyone straight! (shakes fist) ((Donāt be offended by this if you support seme Vegeta, this is merely me being an idiot. Thank you.))
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Story:
Hey, my nameās Kakarott. Iām 22 years old and I live in a small house near the mountains with āGeta. Itās a beautiful place, my house. It may not be very big, but itās well furnished. Itās a great place to live in the summer, seeing as the walls are not too thick. In the winter, it is rather cold, but we keep warm by the fireplace. The mountain is a wonderful thing to look at out of the window, in winter or summer, the mountain being covered with snow in winter, and flowers and grasses in summer. There is a lake near my home, and it is great to clean yourself or catch fish in, although fish are scarce in winter. In the summer, āGeta likes to watch the fish and dip his paw in to try and get them. Itās rather sweet.
You may be wondering about āGeta, so let me explain.
āGetaās my neko, see? When I met him a few months ago, I took him in. Heās a mute, from what I can tell and I think heās been brought up his entire life to believe that heās a cat. I donāt know who would do this to someone, or even why. Iām looking after him, in the hope that one-day; heāll figure out that heās human like me and everyone else. Although, Iām not too sure that he is human. He actually has a real tail and thatās definitely not a human trait. Every time I see him, I long to pet his tail. Itās a fascinationā¦I meanā¦Iāve never had a tailā¦
Itās upsetting sometimes. I mean, I love having him as a pet, but I want to know the real him. The real Vegeta.
A few days after I took him in, my wife left me. Everything had been great between us until I brought him home. I think that maybe she was driven away by his fondness for me and his obvious dislike towards her. He used to come into our room at night and curl up between us, his back to her as he looked at me with his big obsidian eyes sadly. Like he wanted to sleep in my bed with me.
After Chichi left, claiming she was sick and tired of me paying more attention to an insane stranger than her, he seemed to settle in much better, sleeping in his own bed in his room. Sometimes I really miss her, though I canāt just leave āGeta to fend for himself, not like this. Me and āGeta get on really well now, even better than before and he isnāt nearly as upset anymore. Heās relaxed and content most of the time now.
There are still times when heās fussy or moody, but thatās usually at dinnertimes when I wonāt let him eat my food as well as his own. He only eats the meat out of what I give him and I worry. Heās rather skinny. I have considered taking him to the doctors, but I fear they will take him away from me and my sacrifice of losing my wife will be for nothing. I never wanted her to go.
Me and āGeta have a routine in the mornings now. At about 8am, he enters my room and wakes me up by pawing lightly at my face from next to me on my bed. I get up, have a shower, comb my hair and make sure I feed him some food before I prepare my own breakfast. Otherwise, he eats my breakfast while I prepare his.
Sometimes, we watch TV or play outside, and occasionally my friends Trunks and Brolli come for a visit. When Trunks is around, I keep an eye on him. He seems to be too fond of āGeta and I donāt want him to upset him. āGeta can defend himself though, because most of the time, Trunks leaves my house covered in cat scratches. I find this strange, because I know that āGeta doesnāt have claws, but as long as heās okay, I donāt really care.
After that, we have our lunch and I take a nap on the sofa. When I wake up, I always see him curled up next to the sofa, sleeping peacefully. I pet him on the head and stroke his hair and he wakes up, stretching, then nuzzling my hand affectionately. Then, if I need to, we go out to buy some food.
I take him everywhere with me. For some reason, I canāt bear the thought of him being alone. Every time I had tried to leave, I had turned around to see him watching me with his big beautiful jet eyes, looking upset. I couldnāt bear the abandoned look in his eyes and I ended up taking him with me.
And then thereās Trunks. He could come around while Iām gone and find a way to get āGeta to relaxā¦ I mean, Trunks is my friend, Iāve known him for yearsā¦but I donāt think Iād leave him alone with āGeta. At least, not until āGeta knows heās humanā¦until he can show me that he can think for himself and knows what he wants.
I probably should take āGeta to a mental hospital, like Chichi had wanted me to. But I donāt want to leave him there with people he doesnāt know. I donāt want him to think that Iāve abandoned him. I donāt want him to hate me. Thatās why I take care of him.
I should probably go to the shops now, otherwise there wonāt be anything to eat for dinner tonight. I get up from the sofa and pet Vegeta on the head, waking him.
āCome on āGeta. Time to go to shopping.ā I croon, stroking his hair softly and watching him yawn, still half asleep. I watch him open his sable orbs and blink a few times, making me smile. Heās so cute when heās just woken up. āHeyā¦ā I whisper, scratching behind his ear. āYou coming with me?ā
I always ask him if he wants to go with me, even though I know he always will. He really likes going out with me. I see him nod and he nuzzles my knee and I grin, standing up and putting on my shoes. As I grab my coat, he is sitting at my heels with my wallet in his mouth, looking up at me with his innocent eyes. I take the wallet from his mouth and we walk to the door, leaving the house and locking the door behind us.
I scoop him up into my arms and carry him over the grass to my car, opening the passenger side and sitting him on the seat comfortably, fixing his belt for him to keep him safe. I smile and close the door, going round and climbing in myself. As I attach my own seatbelt and start the car, I wonder why he isnāt afraid of being in the car. Cats are usually terrified of travel.
I shrug. Itās probably not important. I look at him one last time to check if heās okay and he is playing with a piece of string I had stapled into the roof of the car to entertain him. I smile and drive off, heading to the market to buy some vegetables for myself. I think Iāve ran out of carrots and tonight, I feel like cooking us some tender juicy steaks for dinner. I know he loves to eat steak.
I turn on some music as I drive, winding down my window to allow the fresh air to whip through my blonde hair, a smile on my face as I flicker my gaze over to my neko, watching him knowing on the string. I chuckle softly. Iām going to need a stronger string to entertain him with. His tail fluffs as he pulls at the string harder and I suddenly realise Iāve been watching him for over a minute. I shamefully turn my eyes back to the road, thanking God that I hadnāt crashed or hit anyone and promising to myself that I will pay more attention to the road in the future. Looking at him while I drive is too dangerous.
We get out of the car, me helping Vegeta out of the seatbelt and letting him onto the floor. He sniffs the air and I beckon him to come over to a stall with me. I see him follow me and I look at the wide selection of fruit and vegetables happily, humming softly before picking up a big carrot with a grin. The farmers must be working harder on their crops this summer. The owner of the stall smiles at me happily. This is the only stall I ever go to on the market, because I trust the owners and their wares are reasonably priced, though, by the size of this carrot, I think they are really cheap!
āHello Kakarott, what are you thinking of buying today?ā The attractive young woman asks me, batting her eyelashes, obviously flirting with me. I canāt help but blush a little. I think that she must have a crush on me or something. I smile at her and pick up a few more vegetables.
āJust the usual Maitakeā¦ā I reply, putting my vegetables and fruits in carrier bags to make it easier to carry them back to the car. I never flirt back with her though. I know her mother and father would be pleased if I were to marry her, but I donāt think I want another woman in my life just yet. Iām not ready. She continues to smile and calculates the sum of my shopping, while I wait and take an apple from my bag, eating it. She turns to face me again and gives me the price.
āThatās Ā£16.99 yet again, Kakarott.ā She says flirtily, leaning over the stall a bit, trying to show me her cleavage as I get the money from my wallet. I swallow and hand over a 20-pound note, missing the feel of a warm body next to mine in my bed at night. I miss the conversation and fun things Chichi and I used to do. Out of loneliness, I open my mouth and instead of saying thank you as she hands me my change, like I intended, I say something entirely different and it shocks me.
āWould you like to go on a date with me sometime, Maitake?ā I ask, going red once I realise what I have just put myself into. Her eyes sparkle at me and she smiles, looking overjoyed.
āOf course I will!ā She says, walking from the other side of the stall to hug me, though the shopping in my hands prevents me from hugging her back or pushing her away. I cannot just say that it was a mistake now. āWhen? What time?ā She asks, pulling away from me, her eagerness making me feel guilty. Now I have to go on a date with her, or never shop here again.
āHow about tonight? At 7?ā I ask, wanting to get this over and done with. Itās 1pm now, so I will have plenty of time to figure out a way to tell her Iām not really interested without sounding harsh or nasty towards her. Sheās really a nice girl, even if she tries too hard to get male attention.
āSounds great.ā She says, smiling. I swallow nervously.
āY-Yeahā¦greatā¦ā I say shakily, then realise I have to tell her where we will meet, which is simple enough, I know where her family live. āIāll pick you up at your house, okay?ā She agrees and goes back to serving the customers as I take a deep breath, sighing. I guess I wonāt be cooking steak for me and āGeta tonight. I pause. Where is āGeta? My eyes widen as I suddenly get afraid, searching frantically for him. I call his name, I ask passers-by if they have seen him, but all I get are dirty looks. I look in the bin in my desperation but I cannot find him anywhere. I search the market for three hours, then give up, almost sobbing.
I go to the closest personās house I know, hoping Vegeta will have gone there, because he knows the way. I knock on Brolli's door and hang my head sadly as I wait for him to answer. I am worried. As I wait, I can no longer hold in my tears and I cry, my body shaking with my sobs and worry about what could have happened to Vegeta. Suddenly, the door is opened and Brolli is there, shocked at my sudden mental break down on his doorstep. He ushers me inside and gives me tissues, sitting me on his floor as he goes to make me some camomile tea.
I sniffle sadly and hug myself, feeling afraid, confused and upset, there are so many different emotions running through me. Why did he go? Where did he go? Does he hate me? When did he go? Did someone take him away? I bite my lip harshly. What would they be doing with him?? Would they hurt him?? Would theyā¦ My breath catches in my throat. What if someoneās raping him??? I canāt breathe. My mind is racing with images of āGeta crying in pain, unable to stop someone as they forcefully part his legs, rip his pants offā¦
I growl like an animal. If someone has hurt him in that way, Iāll kill them! How dare they??? I roll around on the floor, not knowing what else to do and I hear Brolli talking.
āHow about we make posters?ā He suggests, offering me paper and a pencil. I take them gratefully and he puts the cup of tea next to me. In my haste, I knock it over and the scalding liquid burns my feet, but I do not care. I even draw a small sketch of āGeta, hoping that my drawing is good enough for people to recognise. Brolli looks through it for me as more tears slip down my cheeks, then places it on the side and sits close to me, trying to calm me down. I grab his shirt and sob into it.
āO-Oh Brolliā¦s-someone could have him right now!ā I say, my head clouded with worry. He rubs my back comfortingly and I sob. āT-They could be h-hurting himā¦o-or raping him!ā I cry, grabbing him tighter. He makes soothing noises and pulls me into a hug. Heās always been like a father to me, even though we are the same age.
āIām sure that āGetaās fine and that youāre just assuming the worstā¦ā He says soothingly, still rubbing my back as I cling onto him. I canāt help myselfā¦Iām just so worried about himā¦he could be lying somewhere, hurt and he might not be able to find how to get homeā¦I canāt bear the thought.
There is a knock at the front door and I know I have to let go of Brolli so he may answer it, and I let go reluctantly, hugging myself around the middle as he gets up to go and see who it is. I look at the clock and bite my lip. Itās 5pmā¦āGetaās been missing for hours. I remember I have a date with that girl, but I donāt care. āGeta is more important to me than her. I look at the floor sadly, a tear dripping onto the carpet, which is now stained with tea. I feel awful. Iāll have to buy Brolli a new carpetā¦
Someone enters the room and I look at their feet, seeing a pair of boots like Trunksā ones. I sigh sadly and hug myself tighter, still wondering what happened to my āGeta and where he could possibly be.
āKakarott? I think I have something of yoursā¦ā Trunks tells me, though Iām still looking at the floor sadly. Maybe he has some money for me that he owes me. āWellā¦itās more of a someoneā¦ā He says louder, obviously wanting my attention. I look up and I gasp at who is in his arms.
āVEGETA!!!ā I cry, running over and scooping him out of Trunksā arms, cradling him to me. It barely even registered that Trunks was covered in cat scratches and bites. Trunks puts his hand on my shoulder.
āI found him on my kitchen table. He was eating the salmon I had bought from the market for my dinner.ā He says with a small huff. āIāve spent the last hour trying to get him down here, seeing as I knew this is where you would go.ā I hug Vegeta tightly and I look at Trunks, grateful.
āThank youā¦ā I whisper, feeling āGeta wriggling a little in my arms. Trunks just smiles at me and leaves, not even asking for the money back for the salmon my naughty little cat ate. I look at āGeta and I feel him put his hands on my face. My heart leaps with relief. āDonāt you ever go wandering off on me again!ā I scold, hugging him closer. Brolli smiles at me and suddenly, I feel like an idiot for before. āUmmmā¦Iā¦ā I begin, but Brolli cuts me off with a wave of his hand.
āDonāt worry about it, I was worried too.ā I walk over and hug him, before picking up my shopping and leaving his house, him waving at me and āGeta as I fasten him back into the passenger seat and drive home, my eyes flickering over to him as he sits silently, looking confused. I bite my lip. This isnāt his usual behaviourā¦ Eventually, I pull up at our house, opening the door and getting āGeta and the shopping out, before entering the house. I look at the clock again. Itās 5:30. Maybe Iāll have enough time to cook āGeta some food before I goā¦
I go into my room and discard my old faded jeans, picking new dark ones and I pull the t-shirt off my head. I look for a decent button-up, and when I find a long-sleeved orange one, I grin. I love orange. I find that orange and navy look best on me. I close the door to my wardrobe and turn to see āGeta sitting next to my bedroom door, watching me with his chocolate-brown eyes. I smile at him, placing my shirt on the bed, before kneeling down and coaxing him over. He sits in front of me and I pet him on the head, still smiling at him. He purrs softly, the only way I can tell is the rumbling of his chest, he never makes any noise. Not once.
āHeyā¦Iām going out on a date tonightā¦ā I tell him, stroking down his back, but stopping before I touch his ass. I repeat the motion repeatedly and I can feel his purr dwindle slightly. āIām going with that girl from the marketā¦ā I say, getting up and undressing. I can almost feel his eyes on me, curious, questioning. I sigh. āYouāll have to stay here while Iām out. Iāll cook for you.ā I pull on my new jeans and slip the shirt around my shoulders, looking for some socks. When I look back to where he is, I just see an empty space. I button up my shirt and pull on my socks and shoes before heading into the kitchen to cook him some steak. He might as well have a nice meal.
As I begin to prep the vegetables, I can feel him winding around my legs, wanting attention. Iām glad he isnāt a real cat, or my jeans would get fluffy. I look down at him to see ketchup smeared over his arms and legs and all over his clothes. I sigh. He needs a wash and I need new jeans again. I head back into the bedroom and change my jeans, sighing at the pile of clothes in the corner. I really need to do the washing soon.
When I arrive back into the kitchen, I see that all the vegetables I had been chopping were on the floor and his head was in the carrier bag with the meat in it. I gasp and run over, pulling him away from the bags with a frown. He knows not to jump on the side where Iām prepping dinner! And heās usually afraid of carrier bagsā¦ I give him a stern look and take him outside to the lake, gently stripping him of the clothes Iād put him in this morning and nudge him, motioning towards the lake.
He blinks, then turns and runs in the opposite direction, my eyes widening. Where is he going?? I get up and run after him, noticing how muddy the grass is. Eventually, I catch up to him and grab his leg, but he kicks at me, trying to make me let go. I donāt, and he pulls forward with such force that I slip and land on top of him, my face in the mud with his body squirming under mine. I pull my face out of the dirt and pick him up around his waist, frowning at the state of my clothes. I look awful.
Iām getting annoyed now. He never acts like this!! What the hell has gotten into him?? I stomp back to the lake and I drop him in, with none of my usual kindness, and I feel nasty when he breaks the surface, shivering and looking at me as if I have betrayed him. I sigh and kneel down, reaching out to clean him, and he moves away, looking at me haughtily, pouting. I clean my face and hands, sighing sadly before getting up, leaving him to clean himself as I go to change again. I select a short-sleeved navy button-up shirt and black jeans, dressing hurriedly. If I donāt leave soon, Iām going to be late!
I leave my room and bump into a sopping wet āGeta. He looks up at me sadly and I sigh again as I get a big fluffy towel and bundle him in it, drying his arms and legs, him looking at me sadly all the while, as if he were sorry. I look at the time again. Itās 6:30 pm. If I donāt leave in 5 minutes, Iāll be late. I sigh. There isnāt enough time to cook dinner for āGeta now!! āGeta just looks up at me, his sad eyes making me confused as I dry off his chest and abdomen. Why is he so upset? I dry his thighs, avoiding a certain area, when he wriggles and I am alarmed to feel myself rub the one place I was trying not to. I get embarrassed as I see the expression on his face and feel the purr rumbling through him again, realising I hadnāt stopped rubbing yet. I cough and quickly dry off the rest of him, not touching his tail at all, rubbing the towel through his hair and nudging him off my lap.
He lands gracefully on his hands and knees and looks up at me with a pout, fluffing his tail and flicking the water at me. I frown at him and stand up, stepping over him. For some reason, it seems like heās trying to make me late on purpose. As I walk to his room to find him some clothes - because now he will have to come with me ā he starts rubbing around my legs and nuzzling my ankles. I swear he is trying to trip me up now. I walk into his room and pick him up around his waist, putting him on his bed sternly.
āStay here.ā I instruct him, looking through his clothes for something nice for him to wear. I sigh, looking through the endless amount of shorts and tank tops that I have bought for him and I wonder why I never bought him any special clothes. In the end, I pick some black Lycra shorts and a brown vest, turning to face him to see him lying spread out on the bed. I look away in embarrassment and look for some underwear for him. When I find some, I turn around and take a deep breath, lifting his hips and gently sliding on the boxers I had chosen, making sure his tail was threaded through the hole gently. He looks up at me curiously, a little red across his cheeks, or maybe that is my imagination.
I finish dressing him and put on his socks and boots, smiling kindly at him. He does think heās a cat after allā¦itās not like he knows any better. I scoop him up into my arms again and carry him into the living room, picking up my wallet and leaving the house, locking the door. I put him in the backseat, the upset look he gives me confusing me still, but I get into my side and drive off, heading to Maitakeās house, looking into the rear-view mirror to see āGeta lying down, his head on the seat as his tail droops. I frown.
We arrive at her house at 20 past 7 and I wince. Hopefully, she wonāt be too mad at me about this. I leave āGeta in the car as I go to knock on her door and I can almost feel his sadness as I walk up her pathway and knock. I donāt know whatās wrong with him today. Soon, she answers the door in a tight-fitting black dress that is low on her cleavage and high on her legs, half way up her thighs. She smiles at me, her lips covered in a chocolate-brown lipstick. I smile back nervously, her look and body language telling me that she intends to have sex tonight.
āH-Hi Maitakeā¦are you ready?ā I ask, swallowing a lump in my throat. She smiles wider, more playfully and steps back into the house, grabbing a small handbag, before stepping out of the house and looping her arm in mine, nodding. I swallow again and lead her to my car, noticing her surprise at seeing āGeta in the backseat.
āYouāre bringing a guy on our date?ā She asks me, looking at me funnily. I donāt know how to respond, so I just open the passenger seat, moving the string out of her way and get in my side, belting myself in safely. She just watches me and when I raise an eyebrow at her for staring, she buckles up quickly too, thinking that is why I raised my eyebrow at her. Mentally, I sigh. This date is definitely not going to go well. Itās barely been 5 minutes, and Iām already regretting this.
āI couldnāt leave him at home and no one else could look after himā¦ā I tried to explain, but it truly doesnāt matter. She doesnāt care. I can tell by the way she is looking at āGeta that she thinks heās a freak. That angers me. She shouldnāt judge him at all! I try not to growl angrily as I drive us to a nice restaurant, a fancy one Iāve wanted to go to for ages. Iāve been told that the food and service is great. As we get out of the car, I notice that āGeta is glaring at her. I frown. Something is definitely wrong with him. I pick him up into my arms and she looks at me, her expression one of confusion and distaste. I think sheās beginning to regret this date too.
We walk in, and with an odd look from the waitress; we are seated at a table for three, a round table so we are all next to each other. We are given the menus and a glass of water and then the waitress leaves us to our own devices. I look through the menu carefully, trying to see if I can find something good for āGeta to eat.
Chicken Caesar Salad with olives. No, heād just waste the saladā¦
Whole shoulder of lamb, served with a choice of chips, baby potatoes or jacket potatoes and peas. I frown. Thatād be too much for him to eat.
Penne pomodoro with spicy arrabiata sauce and basil. Nope, no meat.
I frown and skim the menu carefully, trying to find something to sate Vegeta's appetite, but there isnāt really much he likes. Eventually, I find āAtlantic Cod with a choice of chips, baby potatoes or jacket potatoesā and I almost chuckle. What a poncy way of saying āfish and chipsā. I smile and look up from the menu, seeing Maitake and āGeta giving each other sour looks. I frown again. I can forgive āGeta for looking at her that way, but I canāt forgive her. She knows what sheās doing. I cough loudly and both of their attentions switch to me, her giving me a fake smile and āGeta looking at me pleadingly with a small pout. I smile nervously at them and Iām glad when a waitress comes over.
āReady to order yet, sirs and madam?ā She asks in a posh voice, making me smile.
āI am.ā I say, and look at Maitake, who smiles at the waitress and begins her order.
āIād like the Chicken Caesar Salad and some oysters please.ā I frown mentally. Oysters are expensive! Iām not made of money! My mental frown gets deeper as I realise theyāre also a type of aphrodisiac. Oh yeah, she definitely wants sex tonight. The waitress turns to āGeta and smiles, waiting for his order. I cough, and she looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
āHeās mute.ā I explain, nervous. āAnd he lets me order for him.ā She looks back at āGeta, who just blinks at her, then back to me.
āOkay then sir, what will you and your friend be having?ā Iām tempted to say āGimme the ass steak n chips and get āim the codā, but I resist, not wanting a sour look from the waitress. The atmosphere on this table is already thick.
āHeāll have the Atlantic Cod with chips and Iāll have the 10oz Rump Steak. Medium rare, please.ā I say, handing back the menu. She takes it from me and smiles.
āGreat choice, sir. What drinks would you like?ā I nervously look over to Maitake.
āA glass of dry white wine please. Pinot Grigio, if you have any.ā The waitress writes it down and turns to me.
āIāll have some Sauvignon rouge, and my friendāll have some waterā¦in a bowl if you canā¦ā I ask, feeling like an idiot. But the waitress just smiles at me and goes to get our food and drinks. The silence is haunting, and I cannot stand it. āSoā¦Maitakeā¦how long have you been working on the stall?ā I ask, not really interested, but needing some communication between us except awkward smiles. She smiles warmly and begins to talk about her life as I nod and pretend I am listening to her and I notice out of the corner of my eye that āGeta is really unimpressed with me. I donāt know why heās so mad.
Soon, our drinks arrive and I take mine gratefully, sipping it like I need it to survive. She takes a sip of her wine, then puts it down, leaning over the table to talk to me, her head on her hands.
āSo Kakarott? Where do you work?ā She asks me, looking at me seductively, making me nervous. I havenāt got a job. At the moment, Iām living off my fatherās money, that I received after his funeral four years ago.
My father used to own a large corporation, Capsule Corp, and I inherited it, but I didnāt want to work there, I wanted to spend more time with my wife, so I gave it to Bulma, one of my oldest friends. I donāt see much of her anymore, but Iām glad I gave her the company. Her inventions have made my fatherās old company the best-known company ever. If my dad had been alive today, Iām sure heād be proud that I made such an important business deal and did the best thing I could with his company. I hear Bulma and her family are billionaires now and I think she keeps putting money into my account. I nervously realise I havenāt answered her and as I open my mouth to talk to her, she gasps, moving off of the table and looking at the front of her dress in horror.
It seems sheās spilt wine on herself.
āAre you okay?ā I ask, noticing Vegetaās tail sway back to him and wave through the air happily, an evil little smirk on his face. He did it? She looks at me in embarrassment and stands up, grabbing her handbag. I look at her with wide eyes. Is she leaving?
āI-Iāll be back in a minuteā¦ā She says and runs off to the bathroom to clean herself up. I look over at āGeta disappointedly. He canāt have done it, can he? Did he? I frown. Iād ask him, but I doubt Iād get an answer. Iām not sure I want to accuse him of anything like that anyway. Heās innocentā¦isnāt he? I realise Iām staring when he looks back at me, his sad eyes telling me everything I need to know. Heās upset about this date, but he surely isnāt tampering with it. I know him too well to accuse him of such a nasty thing. I pet him between his ears reassuringly and he purrs, looking at me innocently, his tail waving behind him happily. Suddenly, Maitake is back at the table and I see his tail droop a little, saddened.
āEverything okay now?ā I ask, smiling at her, trying to be kind. She smiles back, forcing it.
āY-Yeah, Iām fine.ā We end up talking for five minutes about our favourite foods, her obviously forgetting about the job question, and then the waitress arrives with our food. I request another glass of wine for my date and she smiles, going to get one. I dig into my food greedily, cutting through the bloody steak and almost sighing at the taste as I take my first piece. Itās delicious. The perfect steak.
I look over to āGeta to see him eating his fish with grace, even for a cat. I look back at Maitake and see she is thoroughly enjoying her salad, or at least she gives off the impression that she is. We chat a little over the food and I notice Vegeta pout, annoyed that Iām ignoring him. Iām not trying to, but I have to so that Maitake doesnāt think Iām a jerk. Iād hate to be thought of like that. One of her oysters rolls towards āGeta and I frown as he opens it and eats it, knocking the shell onto the floor to hide the evidence. I didnāt think he liked thoseā¦
Soon enough, the meal is over and I pay for it with my card. I donāt even look at the bill, afraid to see how much this one misunderstanding has cost me, and, as Maitake gets to her feet, her face flushed red from the wine, I get worried, wondering what else this night may cost. I help āGeta into my arms and she loops her arm with mine, her hand brushing along āGetaās tail. Then all hell breaks loose as Vegeta twists in my arms and scratches her across the face angrily, jumping on her and biting her.
She screams and I pull him away, feeling him panting and a growl rumbling through him as he tries to break free from my arms and attack her again. I donāt understand! Heās never been this violent before!
āāGeta! What the hell is wrong with you??ā I shout, holding him tightly, aware the entire restaurant is gawping at us in shock. I look at Maitakeās face worriedly, after I grab Vegetaās hands and hold them together, preventing further attacks. Thereās a deep slash in her cheek, blood dribbling off her chin and onto the abused dress, making me wince. This night has gone very badly. āM-Maitakeā¦Iām so sorry!ā I say, holding Vegeta tightly. She sobs softly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she begs me to just take her home.
When we arrive back at her house, after me trying to apologise the whole way, she just gets out of the car and slams the door, running into her house. I donāt even get a thank you for the food. I look in my rear-view window to see āGeta watching her, his tail swishing through the air violently. I am suddenly glad Iāve never touched his tail, if he reacts that way to people touching it, then Iāll never touch it. The scratches looked very deep. I look back at the road and drive home, feeling very sleepy. A few hours of television and Iām heading off to bed.
We arrive home and I get out of my car, letting āGeta out of the backseat and carrying him to the front door. We enter our home and I put him down, heading straight for the settee. I am too tired to do anything else, but I am too awake to attempt sleep. I sit down and turn on sky one, to find that Twister has just started and I am in time to watch it. Vaguely, I see āGeta staring at me from the doorway, but I am not in the mood to talk to him tonight. And after the first twenty minutes, I am too absorbed in the film to notice anything else.
When the film ends, I turn off the TV and get up, stretching and yawning, hearing some of the bones in my back click. It's been a long night and I need rest. All this excitement has been too much for me, really. I walk through the house to my room, frowning. I haven't seen 'Geta since we got homeā¦ I shrug. He probably went to bed. It has been a tiring day for him too.
I walk into my bedroom and snuggle into the sheets, comfortably warm in the cool summer night. I close my eyes and lie on my side, but I can't sleep. I'm too worked up from what happened earlier with Maitake. I still can't believe what happened. Maybe I should've gone in with her and seen if she was okayā¦
My mind runs around in circles for hours on the same thing, maybe I should have helped her or asked forgiveness, but it stops when I hear my bedroom door opening. I open my eyes a bit and I can see āGeta walking across my floor on his hands and knees, stark naked. I almost gasp in shock, but I hold it in as he jumps on my bed and cuddles up to my side. I tense. What is he doing?
Suddenly, I hear a scratchy noise and āGeta is pawing at my face, looking at me with his beautiful eyes pleadingly. My eyes widen when I realise what is going on. Heās trying to talk to meā¦
"K-Kakaā¦rottā¦" Vegeta whispers, nuzzling my face, trying to wake me. I wonder how many times he has done this without me waking up. This feels strange and I open my eyes, looking at him, my breath ragged. He leans down and licks along my bottom lip and I freeze, unsure of what to do. I donāt understand what heās doingā¦heās never done this beforeā¦
I move his head away from mine and sit up, looking at him, confused as to why heās in here. What does he want? He crawls onto my lap and straddles my hips, leaning forward, his eyes locked with mine. But suddenly, he wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss, pressing against me. It is with instinct that I wrap my arms around his waist, and pull him closer to me, despite the strangeness of the situation. I know he thinks that he is a catā¦I know he still doesā¦but heās chosen meā¦he wants meā¦
A very childish part of me stands up and laughs, saying āIn your face, Trunks! In your face!ā before I realise what I am doing, and I pull back, looking at āGeta in shock. I donāt know where he learned to kiss like thatā¦ I shake my head. It doesnāt matter how well heās just kissed me, doesnāt matter where he learned it. What matters is if he knows what heās doing.
āV-Vegetaā¦?ā I pant, shaking slightly from confusion and excitement. The constant heat and pressure from his body so close to me has made me aroused, and I canāt help but think I am sick. He doesnāt know what heās doing! I shouldnāt take advantage of him, no matter how cold and lonely it is in my bed at night, no matter how hard and aching I am. I shudder with want and I pull the covers from my body, Vegetaās arms still linked around my neck, leaving me no option but to hold him up by his bum as I stand up, cradling him to me, and walk to his room, fully intent on putting him to bed and closing the door so he canāt get out.
I freeze in my motions when I feel his erection rub against my chest, his tongue lapping at my neck, his tail coil my wrist happily as he purred for all he was worth. I swallow nervously, hearing him sigh and nuzzle my neck affectionately. This is the second time today that my intentions have been changed. I turn back around and go into my room, laying him on my bed and looking at him reverently, if not hungrily. I know I am highly aroused, I know I want him now, so my gaze must be predatory, but from the shy aroused look on his face, he doesnāt seem to mind at all. In fact, he parts his legs and purrs, his hands grabbing my pillow as he arches up, practically begging me to touch him.
I groan and climb onto the bed, clad in only my boxers as I lean down and kiss him fiercely, passionately, showing him just how much I want him. I canāt stop my hands as they roam slowly over his skin, his gasps and pants into my mouth making me shiver at his responsiveness to my touch. My tongue tangles with his, curling and flicking it as his hands slowly let go of my pillow, and timidly touch my overheated skin, grabbing my back unsurely. I tremble and pull away from his mouth, searching his eyes. I donāt think I can do this.
He lies there, panting and looking up at me shyly, a deep red tint across his face as my hands stroke the curve of his hips. I can tell weāre both very nervous, but I think it may be from a lack of experience, for the both of us. I donāt think heās ever had sex, and I know for certain that I have never been intimate with a man. We both pant, though my experience with passionate kissing helps me to even out my breaths, whereas, he is panting heavily, shaking and looking up at me expectantly, as if he wants me to lead us through this. I am afraid of the amount of trust me has put in me, afraid that I could hurt him. I know of ways that two men can be intimate with each other, but I am still unsure of how to do this.
Iām not sure Iāll be able to think of myself in the same way if I do this.
āKakarottā¦ā Vegeta whispers, his eyes half-lidded, his face flushed as he writhes beneath me. I shiver at his voice; itās so husky and needyā¦Iāve never heard it beforeā¦ āP-Pleaseā¦ā He gasps, and it sends shivers running through me. I bite my lip and move off of him, trying to give myself enough space and time to think through this before I do anything. I hear him whimper in loss and I canāt help myself when I lean over him and kiss him again, trembling as his tail glides up my back, the fur making me feel sensitive. He paws at me needily, his tail finally finding a place to settle as it coils the top of my thigh, under my boxers. I pull back again, ashamed at my lack of control. I shouldnāt do this; heās not in his right mind.
āN-Noā¦ā I gasp, pulling away from him completely, pulling his tail from my thigh carefully and letting go of it. I sit on my knees, looking over at his saddened face, the desperate, needy air still around him like an aura. He sits up, looking at me with wide eyes, tears slipping down his cheeks and I can feel his heart breaking. āVegetaā¦Iā¦youā¦you arenāt in your right mindā¦y-you think youāre a catā¦I-I canātā¦ā I try to explain, but he doesnāt listen, crawling closer to me, whispering my name and āpleaseā, begging me. āV-Vegetaā¦stop it!ā I demand, moving off of my bed and looking at him nervously. āS-Stop or Iāll take you to the mental hospital!ā I warn, my throat closing up as I say those words. Iām not bluffing. If I have to take him there to stop myself from eventually giving in to him, then I will. Iād rather visit him in a safe environment than end up taking away his innocence when he hasnāt a clue of what heās doing.
For a moment, he just stares blankly at me, then tears fill his eyes and he stops, looking mournfully at me, covering his hardness with his tail protectively. I bite my lip, unsure of what to say, but the need to speak is taken from me as he gets off my bed and runs out of my room, tears streaming down his face. I watch him go, open-mouthed. Heā¦ranā¦like a humanā¦ I hear his door slam behind him and I feel awful. What was I meant to do? Was I supposed to get rid of his innocence?? I know thatās what we both wantedā¦butā¦it wasnāt the right thing to doā¦
ā¦Was it?
I canāt think. I donāt understand whatās going onā¦ I sigh, and I hope that everything will be better in the morning. I lie down and close my eyes, pulling my covers over me, trying to forget my erection. But it is almost impossible and I lie on my back, looking at the ceiling, the cold sheets brushing over my erection not helping me in the slightest. In fact, the sheets are making it worse, making me think that if I hadnāt said no, I could have something very warm and very pleasant around me, instead of the cold and unpleasant feeling of an unsatisfied erection. I sigh again and my eyes begin to closeā¦
-BANG BANG BANG!-
My eyes snap open at a loud banging noise coming from my front door and I push my covers off myself, running a hand through my hair as I pad to the front door, wondering what time it is. I unlock the door and open it to find Brolli and Trunks waiting impatiently for me. I blink. They donāt usually come until half tenā¦
āHey guysā¦whatās up?ā I half-yawn, half-mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. They just look at me strangely and I step back, allowing them into my house. āArenāt you guys a little early?ā I ask, still unaware of the time, but I know I would be up by 10:30ā¦āGeta would wake me at 8 and- wait! Whereās āGeta?
āWeāve been waiting outside for half an hour!ā Trunks complains, looking annoyed. I frown. Half an hour? That would mean itās 11am andāMy eyes widen as I remember last night and I give them no further attention, running towards āGetaās room and trying to open the door, only to find that it is locked. Fear grips my heart and I hammer on the door like a madman. Trunks and Brolli run over to me, trying to ask me what is wrong, but I ignore them, pulling on the door handle.
āāGeta?? āGeta, open up!ā I beg, hitting the door harder, but getting no response. Tears fill my eyes and I bang harder, feeling lost. āI-I didnāt mean it āGeta!ā I sob, pulling on the door frantically. Trunks and Brolli grab me and pull me away from the door, dragging me to the settee, forcing me to sit on it while Trunks tries to make me a drink to calm me down and Brolli finds me a blanket, pulling it over me and sitting next to me on the settee, looking worried. Trunks comes back a moment later with a cup of strong tea and he sits on the other side of the settee, both watching me nervously, looking at each other, trying to think of something to say. I clutch the drink in my hands, my whole body shaking with worry and regret. He locked me outā¦he didnāt answerā¦my eyes widen as they dart to his door.
He couldāve killed himself!
The cup slips from my hands and lands on the floor, the brownish liquid sinking into my carpet, but I donāt care, my body trembling as I stare at the door with wide eyes, forgetting to breathe. Brolliās eyes widen and I hear him talking to me, worried, but I canāt hear what he is sayingā¦itās all a blurā¦ I gasp when my head is forced between my legs, and I can hear their worried voices, my eyes scrunching shut, whatās going on?? After a short whileā¦I finally hear words.
āOh god, he looked like he was going to faint! I donāt know whatās wrong!ā Brolli says, his hand squeezing my shoulder comfortingly as he talks to Trunks. I bite my lip. Theyāre both really worried about meā¦
āI donāt know either, but from his earlier babbling, Iām sure it has something to do with Vegetaā¦maybe I should check or somethingā¦ā Trunks suggests, shifting on his seat. I slowly sit up and look between them both, before looking at the floor sadly. Iām going to have to tell them about last nightā¦I know I amā¦but Iām so ashamedā¦ āKakarott? Man, you okay?ā Trunks asks, trying to look at my face. I look up and see both of them looking at me, suddenly, I am intimidated, not that they are intimidating, but that there are two of them and one of me and I have to tell them this, I am afraid they will be disgusted with me.
āY-Yeahā¦I-Iām fineā¦ā I lie, closing my eyes and sighing sadly. But they know me too well to fall for that, they can see through my rather weak charade. They know somethingās wrong, and if I know them as well as I feel I do, they wonāt leave until I tell them whatās going on. I donāt think I have been this despondent since my father died. I donāt need to be a mind reader to know what they will say next, itās rather simple, I feel Trunks will say āDonāt bullshit us, Kakarott, we can tell somethingās wrong!ā and Brolli will say comforting things and wait for me to tell him on my own, not pressuring me, while Trunks tries to force it out of me.
āKakarottā¦you know you can tell us anythingā¦ā Brolli begins softly, trying to reassure me.
āLook Kakarott, itās freakin obvious somethingās wrong! The way you were clawing at that door yelling!ā Trunks says, shaking me. Okay, so I was wrong. Iām glad I donāt predict things for money. I sigh softly as I hear more comforting words and more demands to tell whatās going on. Trunks doesnāt realise how unhelpful that is right about now. My heart feels heavy and as I look between the two of them, I wonder whether only one, or both will be disgusted and leave. Though I donāt see how they wonāt be. I close my eyes sadly and take a deep breath.
āI-Iāll tell youā¦ā I whisper, not looking at them, afraid to see their reaction. I decide to start from the beginning, that way; I can delay telling them what happened for a little while. āR-Remember yesterday when āGeta disappeared?ā I see them nod out of the corner of my eyes. āW-Wellā¦I-I made a date with Maitakeā¦the girl from the marketā¦ā Trunks stares at me.
āMaitake??ā It is obvious he is shocked. āSheās only 16, isnāt she??ā He asks in amazement and I nod. He gives me a sour look. āYou didnātā¦ā He pauses. āā¦did you?ā I turn and stare at him in shock, then shake my head madly.
āN-No! Of course not!ā I scowl, giving him a dirty look. āIām too old for her! I justā¦I wanted companyā¦ā I look back at the floor again, not paying attention to them. Itās easier to imagine they arenāt there. āSoā¦I lost āGetaā¦and then Trunks brought him backā¦a-and we went homeā¦ā I can tell that theyāre watching me closely and listening as intently as they can. I know Iām being quiet, but I canāt help it. āI-I got readyā¦and tried to prepare foodā¦but āGeta got in the way and-ā I tell them about what happened before the date and through it, seeing the wide-eyed looks on their faces, but they donāt speak, not wanting to interrupt me. āWe go home and I go and watch Twister on the TV. I donāt know what āGeta was doingā¦but after the film, I went to bed, feeling bad about what happenedā¦ā
I trail off. I canāt say any more. Images and sensations of what it was like with āGeta are running through my head. The way he gaspedā¦and said my nameā¦and purredā¦ The way he arched up from a small touch to his chestā¦ I feel my face heating and my pants becoming tight and I pull the blanket firmly around me, covering my lap. I donāt want them to see how aroused I am getting. I donāt want to tell them any more, I just want to go back to bed, I want them to go away. I want them to leave me alone so I can feel bad in peace. Butā¦most of allā¦
I want āGeta.
āAnd thenā¦?ā Brolli asks, leaning forward to look me in the eyes. āI can tell that it isnāt just about that girl, Kakarott. Itās about āGetaā¦please, tell us. We canāt help unless you doā¦ā I look to Trunks and he smiles at me, not saying a word, but I can tell that theyāre trying to help. I bite my lip.
āS-So I was lying in bedā¦thinking about what happened. And then the door opened and āGeta came inā¦ā I pause and swallow. āNaked and he climbed onto my bed.ā Trunks is staring at me enviously, and that childish part of me pulls a tongue at him and laughs āNyah nyah!ā. I squash that part of me and I shake a little, knowing I have to continue. āA-And heā¦he nuzzled meā¦andā¦said my nameā¦ā I know that right now, they either donāt believe me, or theyāre astounded that he can actually talk, but I continue on anyway. If they donāt believe me, fine. They donāt have to. āA-And when I sat upā¦he kissed meā¦a-and I kissed him backā¦I-I donāt now what came over me, I just did it and then, when I realised, I pulled awayā¦ā I bite my lip again, and I look between them nervously, seeing their shocked expressions. But this time, they donāt prompt me. They are too shocked to, so I decide to tell them the rest. But I canāt do it with them being so close and I stand up, walking away from the settee, just walking forward a few steps so I canāt see them.
āK-Kakarott??ā Trunks gasps, snapping out of it. āWhere are you going??ā I ignore his question and I carry on, not wanting to forget what happened.
āI tried to take him back to his room, b-but I couldnātā¦he just sounded so happyā¦and Iā¦wellā¦I wasā¦ā I pause, knowing that theyāll understand what I mean. āSoā¦I laid him back on the bedā¦and I kissed and touched himā¦before forcing myself to stop. I-I meanā¦he thinks heās a catā¦a-and itās wrongā¦right?ā I ask, turning around and looking at them, hoping for support. I donāt get any. But I donāt get any sour looks either.
āWhat did you do, Kakarott?ā Trunks asks, looking at me with his wide blue eyes. I think Brolli's just listening for now and absorbing all the information before he says anything. I think heās trying to figure out a solution, whereas, Trunks just wants details of what happened.
āI-I moved awayā¦and I told him to stopā¦a few timesā¦but he didnātā¦ā I pause again, worried. Should I tell them what I threatened? They are both looking at me expectantly. āS-Soā¦I threatened to take him to the mental hospital if he didnātā¦and he ran from my roomā¦ā I look at the floor in disgust. I canāt believe I threatened him with that. Trunks is staring at me, his eyes wide. I think heās disappointed with meā¦I donāt think he ever expected me to say that to anyoneā¦least of all to āGetaā¦
Brolli just looks at me calmly, then looks over at āGetaās locked door, then back at me. He understands why I said what I saidā¦I think he wouldāve done the same thingā¦but I know Trunks wouldnātā¦I know heād have had sex with āGeta, if āGeta would let him. I swallow, nervous, then look over at the door sadly. I want him to come out. I want to tell him Iām sorryā¦
āKakarottā¦ā Brolli says, getting up from the settee and putting his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. āThereās nothing you can really doā¦all you can do is wait for him to come outā¦nothing moreā¦ā I nod, looking at the floor. I know thereās nothing I can doā¦I justā¦I want him to come out nowā¦I want to hold him and beg for his forgiveness. I just want him to be happy. āCome on, Trunks. We should leave. He wonāt come out if weāre here.ā Brolli turns to Trunks and Trunks gets off the settee, nodding.
āWeāll come visit you tomorrowā¦see if thereās any changeā¦ā I nod silently and watch them leave. Iām not used to being alone. I sit on the floor and poke the stain on the carpet, not knowing what else to do. I miss āGeta, and he hasnāt even gone anywhere. I look over to his door longingly and sigh. Heās not going to come out today, I know that much. Then I pause, looking at the keyhole, my body trembling. Maybe I can look through and see him!
I scramble to my feet and hurry over, sitting down and peering in, through the hole, but all I see is darkness. I search the room frantically, and I can see his silhouette moving around. My eyes widen. Heās walking on his feet! I blush a little, gasping as I realise he is still naked, my face heating as I watch him walk up to the door, and then my vision is blocked as he covers the keyhole with something. I move away from the door in despair. He knew I was there, and he covered it upā¦he must hate meā¦
I hate me.
I walk over to the settee and I sit down on it sadly, my head in my hands as I think over what I have done. My one companionā¦my only close friendā¦Iāve upset himā¦I threatened himā¦ I sigh sadly and try not to cry. He hates me. I donāt deserve him. I never deserved himā¦not when I let my wife leave meā¦not when I took him on the date with Maitakeā¦not whenā¦I kissed himā¦
My eyes water up with tears and I tremble, falling deeper and deeper into my self-hate. I mean, who am I kidding? Thereās no way in hell that heās ever going to forgive me for this! I broke his heart!! I donāt deserve anyone or anything! I should kill myself! I run to the kitchen and grab a knife, bringing it to my wrist, but I stop, trembling and I drop it onto the floor with a loud clatter. I-I canāt do itā¦
I grab my head in my hands and I sob, feeling broken and useless. I donāt think I can handle thisā¦ I bite my lip, feeling the tears running freely down my cheeks, my face hurting from my constant crying. I donāt feel like doing anythingā¦ I turn away and go back into my bedroom, climbing into my bed again and trying to go to sleep. Thereās nothing I can do to keep myself from thinking about what Iāve done, but I hope this worksā¦thereās nothing else I can think ofā¦ I close my eyes and everything goes dark.
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