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Vegeta's New Tactic	By : Spacefille Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vegeta’s New Tactic

a.k.a. The Day Vegeta Won (Well, it WOULD have been a good day if...)

Date Written: Summer 2002

A/N -- In regards to the lemon in here, I found myself seriously wishing I had seen that Princess Snake episode at the very beginning of Z, if only to gauge how to write Goku's reactions to being played with. (Pending that was what happened in that episode at all.) *Shrugs* Ah well... hopefully this is believable enough. Hmm, it should be seeing as this is supposed to be a PWP lemon with a hint of humor I don’t think it really matters... *grins*

Pairing: Vegeta/Goku (Mention of Vegeta/Bulma)

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and all such related stuff belongs to Akira Toriyama. I don’t own it, nor would I pretend to. I am making no profit off of this.

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First a small (?!) essay on heat and the utter stupidity of little rubber devices as presented from the p. o. v. of H.R.H.:

The most annoying thing about Saiyans would have to be the heat.

The second most annoying thing about Saiyans would have to be Kakarrot-- at least to Vegeta. In fact Kakarrot may very well have been the most annoying thing to him period. Kakarrot was bigger than him and stupider than him and overall quite Saiyan-like, besides the fact that he had denounced his Saiyan heritage long ago to live his life among humans. This used to irritate Vegeta immensely-- as he was the Prince of All Saiyans(t.m.) Kakarrot technically was his last subject alive anywhere-- which was something that Kakarrot didn’t give a flying anything about.

As time went on though, Vegeta began to find that Kakarrot had become relatively less annoying. This had something to do with the fact that he, the Prince of All Saiyans(t.m.), decided to follow in his footsteps and settle down on earth to live his life among humans, etc.etc.

In fact, to his complete and utter gall, over the last couple of years they had become much closer friends as opposed to enemies.

There was one last thing that grated on him about Kakarrot however. It had been over twenty years since he had first come to earth and he still hadn't defeated the fool. They still sparred from time to time, which gave Vegeta a pleasant workout indeed, but he knew that fighting all out was useless... no matter how hard he tried he just could not get the leg up on the fool.

But that was okay... he no longer cared. ... Okay maybe he did. However he disguised it well under a front of sarcastic prattling about generally being an all round better person then Kakarrot, being the Prince of All Saiyans(t.m.) and privileged by royal birth. Unfortunately for him that had grown old several years previous and people tended to tune him out when he did rant about being the Prince of All... well you know.

And then the lucky day occurred when he actually did defeat Kakarrot. It was a triumphant day indeed. In fact he would have happy ran around gloating to the *entire* world if it wasn’t for one small problem...

He had been in heat at the time.

Heat was a perfectly natural occurrence... and it had happened before. In fact it was a little known and easily deductible fact that Saiyans went into heat about once every 10 years. The first time he had hit heat he had been in his late teens. Instead of having sex per-say, he had instead spent his entire weekend blowing up a planet and having a little more fun than usual doing so. It didn't hurt that he had been on a purging mission at the time. The second time occurred while he was in his late 20's and the only available things around to have sex with, (discounting all males of course, which wasn't an option) had been Bulma and Bulma's mother. Common sense indicated that the former would probably be the better choice. So that weekend and following weeks for that matter were spent making Bulma the happiest woman on the face of the planet. Quite literally... the only other woman on the face of the planet that had a Saiyan was Chi-Chi, and everyone and their dog knew that she never got any. What with Kakarrot never around...

Really, he didn't know why the woman didn't just file for a divorce. Anyway, in regards to the heat problem (or rather not a problem because heat for a typical Saiyan wasn't quite as rabid as most common animals) when Trunks was a little over ten Bra had been born. The new brat was cute he had to admit, but Bulma wanted to know, rather peevishly, why it had taken a good five years for that to happen. Not only that was Gohan was confused as all heck as well, apparently the boy had been sleeping around with Videl in secret for almost two years by that point and they had come to the conclusion that he was unable to father children. Imagine her shock when she discovered that she was expecting. So he had been the one that had to explain, (as best as he could from what he remembered of what Nappa had told him,) all about Saiyan mating rituals, customs and basic biology.

For example, when it came to having children Saiyans were much smarter than most humans who could turn out kiddies left right and center. Saiyan's could only have children about once every ten years for a very *important* reason. That very important reason was that the little brat had to be raised and trained to do such things as properly control the transformation process before another little brat could be born. Unfortunately thanks to Freiza and his gang the sweet cycle of Saiyan family life had been completely devastated by the end of his father’s rule. Saiyan cubs from all classes (with the exception of royalty of course) had began to be taken from their parents and shipped off to remote planets to purge them with no "raising" whatsoever.

However, lucky for him, it took longer than a couple of generations for genetics to undo it’s self... (he wondered how many generations it would take to get Nameks sexually reproducing again)... and the fact still remained that he was free to do as he pleased without restraint nine years out of ten.

Bulma wasn't fazed in the slightest to discover he was in heat again when Trunks had hit the tender age of twenty. However she was quite getting along in years, he would be the first to admit. Luckily it had been agreed upon previously at Bra's birth that there was no way that she was going to have another child. In fact Bulma herself, in the middle of labour no less had decided upon this. If he recalled correctly the terms were that he would be facing immediate castration if he dared to impregnate her again. The doctors told him that he would be forced to leave if he caused any commotion (blowing up a hospital room in a rage was included) and since leaving meant missing the birth of his daughter he had no choice to agree to the terms.

Agreement to the terms meant that, pending he ever decided to go into heat again (not that he had a choice in the matter) he would be forced to wear a manmade little rubber device over his choice areas. There was no *way* that he was ever going to wear the previously mentioned little rubber device. He had seen one, once, and didn't have the desire to ever see one again. As it was it took a REALLY good argument to get Bulma in the mood to fuck and usually by the time they were done arguing and into some good fucking he was so infuriated that his only thought was to pin her to the wall (or floor, or ceiling) and go at it as quickly and roughly as possible. There was no room or time to even CONSIDER using little rubber devices. The thought was laughable.

So he was going solo for the next little while. Not that he minded, nor did she mind either it seemed, being the very unorthodox person that she was. She had her-- mechanical devices to rely upon. After all she was a scientist and very good a creating mechanical devices for all sorts of things, including that.

As for him, he had the training room vers. 7.0, the latest and longest lasting of the many training rooms that Bulma had ever made him. Like he did when he was a teenager he settled down and prepared to spend the next two weeks training non-stop... enjoying a rush that wasn't quite like sex but close enough that it would do.

He made it exactly three days. On the forth day his head was swimming and he asked Trunks to spar with him in attempt to pull his mind off of sex and back onto training. *That* didn't work... after a couple of hours his thoughts had begun to rapidly swing towards the dangerous side of things and he had to order the boy to leave or find himself responsible for hitting on his own son. Or worse. Which all would have been very bad.

By the fifth day he conceded and decided to wear the "fucking rubber device" (as he so called it). It appeared that once he had had sex he couldn't go back to "just training".

Unfortunately. Especially unfortunately because Bulma had snickered at him the entire time they were attempting to apply the damned thing and by the time they were through he was so pissed off that he was extremely rough with her. (Well as rough as he could be with a human woman.) In fact he was so rough with her that he broke the thing, even though it said it was made of super strength. Apparently it had never met a super Saiyan before, and Vegeta vowed that it never would again. Bulma had been upset for a whole minute and a half until she remembered that she had a little pill in the cupboard that could deal with such things in emergencies and dashed off to take it.

So Vegeta went back to training. Truth be told that once really did take his edge off, and his body appeared to be sated. He could now concentrate on training with no interruptions. Or so he thought.

He didn't know when it came to mind but it occurred to him one day in his second week of training that he should really try to kick Kakarrot's butt again. Perhaps it was that he had just spent 10 days straight pushing himself to the limit of his endurance. Perhaps it was because, *gasp* he actually missed the fool, seeing as Kakarrot had taken off several years previous to train a little guy named Uubu, or something like that, out in the middle of no where; and no one had seen him since. But whatever it was, he decided to go find him and challenge him, once again, to a fight to see which one of them were stronger. Even though the odds where stacked against him and for Kakarrot... maybe he could think of something to actually counter Kakarrot with this time...

So he told Bulma that he was leaving to find some other place to train. She yelled back that why did she care where he spent his time getting smelly and doing some dumb Saiyan thing like "training", which nearly got him mad enough to nail her to the wall again, little rubber device or not. He restrained himself with a great deal of will power and with no hard feelings at all, left.

And now an exploration of Vegeta's New Tactic (a.k.a. H.R.H. is being evil today... would you like some popcorn to go with the show? :D )

It surprisingly enough took him a while to locate the idiot, even though he knew he had to be somewhere on the planet. He found his ki signature finally in a little house in the middle of absolutely no-where and took it to be the farm where Uubu and his parent's lived. His suspicions were confirmed when he landed among a whole lot of farm animals that where a whole smarter than most humans and quickly scattered away from him. It took him less than a second to find Kakarrot... the large windows of the house allowed him a clear view right through it. He could easily see the idiot settled down at a table of some sort with a family, practically inhaling the food that had been set out in front of him. Vegeta snorted. He stood there for a moment, then casually began to develop a ki ball in his hands. He decided to count to five.

Luckily the idiot decided to look up and notice him (and the ki energy around him) on four. Letting out an exclamation of what only could be considered delight, Kakarrot actually left his food and came bounding to the door. Uubu was hot on his heels. Vegeta surpressed a smirk as the door flew wide.

"Vegeta!" Goku exclaimed exuberantly, his mouth still full of food. "What brings you here? Com'on in, have some lunch!"

"No, baka, I don't want..." Vegeta began to protest as he was bodily hauled inside of the house.

Several hours and several near accidents with Vegeta's ki later and very irritated Vegeta explained to Goku the real reason why he came out to visit. Incidentally, he explained, it had nothing to do with meeting Uubu's family, watching Uubu train with Goku OR making small talk with Mrs. Uubu. It also didn't have anything to do with any planetary or interplanetary threats that Goku's assistance may have been needed with. He had merely wished to spar with the fool. However if Kakarrot wasn't interested...

Goku had blinked at that, then had broken into a wide grin. That was fine... but Vegeta would have to wait until he was done sparring with Uubu, and then they had to have dinner. However after dinner they could go spar somewhere, he promised.

Whatever. Vegeta leaned himself up against the side of the barn, and took up snarling at any farm animals that decided to chance coming within a couple hundred feet of him.

A couple of hours later found both Saiyans flying towards a desolate valley a little ways off from Uubu's house to *gasp* spar. Kakarrot even insulted Vegeta by cheerily informing him that he might actually win, what with him using up most of his energy in training against Uubu that afternoon. Vegeta merely snorted, knowing that whoever dropped Kakarrot on his head when he was little was the one that was responsible for his stupidity as well as his complete lack of tack. Instead he thought to himself that he may very well win anyway, what with what he had planned.

For that afternoon, while he sat around with absolutely nothing to do, a very evil little idea came to his mind. This idea would, in his current state of mind, amuse him far greater than getting in a fight with Kakarrot and in recompense getting the living daylights beaten out of him. And what with this new plan, he may actually *win* the fight...

No one had ever said he was a better fighter than Kakarrot when it came to brute force. However there were some things he just did better when it came to overall tactical force. He could dictate... marshal up the resources he needed to *help* a group of them win. He was smarter... kami, he was a million TIMES smarter. He was faster too... his small compact body able to get in and out of places that Kakarrot could only dream of. And right now he was pretty dead set on using every single one of his many tactical assets to his advantage.

Instead of fighting full out at first, which was the way he usually fought against Kakarrot (and usually while enraged), he instead played hit and run. That was his plan. Or part of it at least. It was very effective, as he inferred, at throwing Kakarrot off. Vegeta watched as confusion wrinkled the larger Saiyan's brow when Vegeta punched him, then instantly flew away to leave Kakarrot to punch back at empty air. The larger Saiyan whirled about in attempts to find him, but Vegeta used his agility and speed to press his advantage. Another punch hit Goku's face broad side. He darted away before a hit could strike back at him, then came back again, diving full tilt at Kakarrot's stomach. This time the other Saiyan caught him and they flew at each other in a quick dance of limbs and moves before Vegeta could actually get away again, nimbly leaping out of range.

By this time Kakarrot was thoroughly confused. He stopped, hovering in mid-air to question him. "Vegeta..." He began. When nothing attacked him right away he leveled up to Super Saiyan and began to develop a ki ball in his hands, assuming that the fight had moved to long distance assaults.

He was wrong. Vegeta attacked him again physically, this time from the side. But this time when his punch hit the Super Saiyan he opened his palm and quickly ran his hand down the length of his arm, then quickly darted away before Kakarrot could even turn around, laughing as he went.

Vegeta did nearly exactly the same thing with his other arm, hitting it, then quickly running his hand down it before darting away. He did the same with his back. By the time he was done, Goku had spun around nearly 180 degrees and still hadn't gotten a hit on him. In fact the developing ki ball of energy in his hands had been lost.

Vegeta finally stopped and hovered, laughing at the utter confusion on Goku's face. However the moment the larger Super Saiyan caught sight of him and opened his mouth to question him, Vegeta leapt right at him. In one swift move he punched Goku in the stomach-- hard, but not hard enough so that he couldn't open his palm and run it... downwards. Like he did with the rest of his hits he leapt away before the slower Saiyan could even react... and appeared again on the other side of him.

Very close to the other side of him in fact. Within reaching distance. He stood there with his arms folded across his chest, smirking and waiting for the other to turn around. He did so in a rush. "Veg--" Goku tried again, a whiny note in his voice.

He wasn’t even prepared for it and this time the punch fell hard. Kakarrot's head snapped backwards, and Vegeta felt a thrill go through him at the sight of blood as it flew out of his opponent’s mouth. Goku reeled, then stopped several feet away, coughing and spitting. He ran the back of his hand over his mouth, eyes more than a little wary as he inspected the prince.

All whiny over tones and such things were gone as the Super Saiyan began to question him again. He had launched into his I-know-my-enemy-is-serious,-so-I'd-better-be-serious-as-well mode. Vegeta knew this part of Goku well. So well in fact that he almost could guess at what Goku would say.

"What game are you playing at Vegeta?" His voice was low and serious. Vegeta smirked. Yup, that was about what he expected. "You're trying to confuse me aren't you?" Goku continued.

It never ceased to amaze Vegeta that Goku's average intellect seemed to rise above the level of a common house plant when he actually got down and serious about any fight he was involved in. He chuckled. The he moved through the air towards Goku, coming so close to him that they were practically touching.

Goku's arm dropped and he hovered in a half defensive position, his eyes wide as he stared down at the prince. Vegeta knew perfectly well what he was doing. He was enjoying himself while doing it-- the whole entire situation amused him incredibly. Goku was completely out of his element and it showed. Well then, he'd just have to show the idiot a thing or two.

Vegeta was vaguely aware that he was being a little bit influenced by heat. Or maybe a lot influenced by it. But at that particular moment he couldn’t have cared less. Vegeta's smirk grew and he leaned up towards the Saiyan. "Guess." He purred, an evil smile twisting his face. And then he was gone.

Goku whipped about, trying to locate him, and then he did-- a moment too late. The same hits as before started to fall on him again; medium strength punches that ended up in odd strokes that left his skin quite literally crawling. He was rapidly finding his perception becoming clouded... there was something about the way that Vegeta kept on hitting him that was messing with him in more ways than one. He had even fought back frantically for a bit, but Vegeta's calculated moves were too swift for him when his concentration was shot as it was. Even so he had managed to get a hit in on the little Saiyan once. That hadn't worked however-- instead of hitting back instantly as Goku expected, (which would have launched the fight into one he *could* gain the advantage over,) Vegeta merely paused a moment before continuing his attacks. Vegeta's odd behavior confused Goku even more and he quickly lost track of where the other Saiyan was yet again.

In fact Goku was finding his urge to try to strike back at the smaller Saiyan dwindling even as he felt himself slowly growing weary. He had no way of dealing with this... beyond powering up to Super Saiyan three, growing some hair, and blasting the valley to bits, knowing that Vegeta would be hit as well. But that... that was a little harsh, even to his clouded perception. To his clouded AROUSED perception... and that bothered him more then a little. He shouldn't feel like this... he was supposed to be fighting! Though sometimes he worried himself when he was fighting... sometimes he got a little happy when he was in the middle of a battle, but he figured that that was only the after effects of adrenaline. Usually all happy thoughts would swiftly disappear as he began to do his all to bring his enemy down. It was such a tiring struggle that all he had had to be focused on fighting and staying alive rather than staying aroused.

Vegeta wasn't letting him do that. He wasn't letting him slip past the point where he felt the initial burst of adrenaline that would mark the fight as commencing. He thought they had hit that point when he questioned Vegeta, only to find that nothing had changed. And now... well for one he was glad he wore loose gi pants...

Another strike came, this time to his backside, touch sliding down to his *butt* of all places and he actually shivered. This time he didn't even strike out as he turned around... only to find himself alone once again. He actually staggered a bit in mid-air, sucking a deep breath in through his mouth.

Kami... this had to stop. He unclenched his hand from its fist and allowed it to fall limply to his side. He raised his head. Vegeta must have sensed the change in him because he didn't strike him again. He didn't appear or make himself seen in Goku's line of sight either.

"I give up Vegeta." Goku said calmly into the air about him. There. He had conceded. He deliberately powered down from Super Saiyan. Vegeta had won.

A snirk of laughter came from somewhere behind him, and then very suddenly Goku found steel arms wrapped around his neck. "Do you?" A nasty voice questioned. Gasping Goku raised his arms in attempted to struggle free only to find that Vegeta had let go... to run his hands down the length of his chest. They paused-- only for a moment-- then plunged further, groping him liberally. Goku gasped again as hot darts of pleasure rippled through him. He half doubled over onto himself. "Veg--" He started, his voice strained. He tried to turn.

Even as he did it was of no use. Vegeta was gone again.

Gone for good apparently. It took Goku nearly a minute to realize that the Saiyan prince had not continued his assault on his person and did not appear to be inclined to pick it up again. For a moment Goku felt an incredible feeling of loss. His body... his body didn't even feel like it belonged to him any longer... and it only seemed to want one thing. Vegeta. Or rather Vegeta's touch... if it could be considered such. Of all the odd things in the world, he thought to himself. He never thought he would ever *want* Vegeta... but... but now he did. He *needed* him in fact... he swung himself around, taking in the sky from all sides. Where was he? He couldn't see him, apparently the prince had become rather good at hiding his ki completely. Then again, come to think of it Vegeta hadn't seemed to use much ki at all during his assault, occupying himself with doing-- *things* that didn't need much ki to do. *Things*... his teeth clenched as his body shivered again, remembering and demanding more.

"VEGEEEETTAAAA!!!" He finally wailed, going limp in mid-air. He desperately went over his options in his mind. If Vegeta didn't return, he could duck down to the valley below and disappear into the trees to, well, take care of things himself... or maybe, hopefully, he could just forget...

His thoughts where interrupted as condescending laughter reached his ears. He whirled about, his eyes wide. "Vegeta!" he exclaimed.

The side of Vegeta’s mouth twitched up into a smirk. "Yes?" He asked, a patronizing note in his voice.

"I need--!" Goku exclaimed, then instantly cut himself off. Nope, that wasn’t it. He flushed prettily. Gah, how was he going to tell Vegeta what he needed... the prince would probably laugh in his face...!

Lucky for him it looked like Vegeta already knew. And he didn’t laugh. Instead he practically slid through the air towards him, stopping, once again, when he was only literally inches away from the larger Saiyan. Goku flinched, remembering all to well what had happened last time Vegeta had been only inches away from him... his jaw throbbed sympathetically.

"What is it, baka?" Vegeta said, his eyes glittering up at him dangerously. He reached up, pressing his hand against his rival’s chest. "What do you need Kakarrot?" The prince’s voice was silky... deadly. Goku trembled a bit despite himself, then stuttered.

"I-I I..."

"Yes?" Vegeta purred, the smirk never leaving his face. Instead he raised his hand up slowly, then pressed it down again, drawling a line down the length of Goku’s chest, finally stopping a couple inches away from his-- lower extremities. Goku’s breath hitched, his hips tensing and curling forwards a little, despite himself.

"I—I I need..." Goku managed, feeling extremely embarrassed quite suddenly. He flushed and stilled. That didn’t change anything... if anything Vegeta’s eyes seemed to grow darker and his evil smirk grew. Suddenly the prince was circling around him, his hand never leaving his body as he went.

"Yes, Kakarrot?" He purred again as he went. "What *is* it that you want?"

A quiver hummed through Goku at the sound of Vegeta’s voice... the way he was talking reminded him more of a tyrannical little monster named Frieza† that Vegeta had spent most of his life serving under as opposed to the prince that he knew now. Even so it was incredibly arousing and Goku found himself muttering something incoherent, and flushed even deeper than he already was. He was deathly aware of the hand traveling along his body in the same gentle caress as it had been when Vegeta had been attacking him, sliding over his hip, down to the small of his back—

And then Vegeta was behind him. "Do you want me to Touch you?" the smug prince questioned, his voice low and deadly and smooth. He spoke incredibly close to Kakarrot’s ear, and the taller Saiyan trembled again, half leaning over limply. "Is that what you want?" He purred.

Yes, yes that was what he wanted. Goku was suddenly aware of hot hands as they slide on to his hips, drawing the barest of circles around his flanks. He gasped, blood pounding in his ears. Oh Kami-sama... "Vegeta...!" He whined suddenly, pleadingly.

The grip tightened, suddenly fierce and the feel of a hot lithe warm body being pressed up against his back made him yelp. Just as suddenly the hands let go of his hips to clench around his front side, stopping to draw slow lazy circles about his chest. "Tell me what you want Kakarrot," Vegeta said. His fingers curved in, seeking out Goku’s nipples under his loose gi and then continued to draw much more concentrated if still lazy circles around them.

"I—" Goku gulped, then moaned softly, closing his eyes. "Please Vegeta." He begged. "More..."

For a terrible moment it almost seemed like Vegeta wasn’t going to grant him his request as he continued to play with his chest though the fabric, but then a hand broke away. Swiftly it carried down to run over his abdomen-- then over his groin. It touched him, softly, fleetingly then gripped him hard through the fabric.

"Is this what you want?" The voice hissed in his ear. The hand released, then carried up it and then down again, open palmed.

Letting out an articulate moan, Goku half doubled over once again, twisting a bit in Vegeta’s arms. Leaning forward only served to bring his body up against the hard chest of the other and suddenly Vegeta’s grip on him tightened. He thrust forwards, pushing his own proof of arousal against the larger man’s thigh. For an instant Goku stiffened as his incredibly sluggish mind took a couple of seconds to realize what exactly it was that he felt against him, then he relaxed again, far too occupied with what Vegeta’s hand was doing to be concerned. Vegeta’s other hand had fell as well, occupying it’s self with attempting to untie his belt even as he continued to fondle him through the thick cloth.

Panting a bit Goku reached shaking hands up, to help Vegeta with the process. With a couple of jerks he finally had it untied and a bit frantically he yanked the fabric down. He felt the cooling brush of air as wind curved about them, and then Vegeta’s hand reclosed on his throbbing cock and all thoughts of the air, wind, or the fact that they were still a good fifty feet in the air and in plain view was completely lost.

He was only vaguely aware of the prince behind him, even as Vegeta’s free hand yanked at his own pants, his breath panting hotly against the back of Goku’s neck. He finally succeeded, Goku could tell, when the feeling of bare flesh and more noticeably the bare cock as thrust against his backside. The grip on his own organ tightened incredibly, causing him to moan in pleasure and an answering hiss came from behind him. The back of Goku’s neck felt cooler than it had been moments before and he was suddenly aware of the fact that Vegeta had been licking it while he thrust against him, his cock sliding up and down the length of his crack.

He also became vaguely aware of the fact that he really should be worried when Vegeta’s free hand reached down and gripped his hip especially hard. He was about to open his mouth to question him when Vegeta rocked forwards...

And then all he was aware of was pain.

"VEGETA!!!" He howled out in distress, bucking and nearly throwing the prince off of him.

Vegeta’s grip on him was stronger than that and he resisted, even though he had to release him and use both of his hand had to grip his hips, *hard*. Feeling pain lace up from Kakarrot froze, his eyes wide. The instant he stilled one of Vegeta’s hands let go and crept back down to his cock, stroking it soothingly. "Quiet you fool," The voice behind him hissed. "It doesn’t hurt that much."

It *did* hurt that much. Goku could feel his chin waver as he lost all interest in staying airborne and began to drift them down towards the ground that blurred in front of his eyes with his tears. Somehow he didn’t think something that big... or any size really, should have been stuck there... "Vegeta... it *does* hurt..." He fussed pitifully at the shorter man behind him.

"Don’t be ridiculous Kakarrot," Vegeta soothed calmly, stroking him evenly. "And stop your pathetic whimpering. You’re a SAIYAN for crying out loud..."

"Yes but..." Goku’s voice trailed off as he was distracted back to what Vegeta’s hands were doing to him. Pleasure began to thrum through him again, so intense that he almost forgot about how the prince was ruthlessly filling him. Having Vegeta continue with his hands seemed somehow much more important...

Slowly the prince began to move in and out of him, sure to keep a counter part up with his fingers. He began to pick up his speed, as the moans coming from Kakarrot seemed to slowly turn more from pleasure than pain.

They hit the ground with a gentle thud and Goku remained in a half-crouched position, doubled over beneath the prince. He lay his cheek against the cool grass, gasping like a fish out of water as Vegeta began to move faster, very nearly ramming into him. He was so far gone, only aware of a hazy glaze of pleasure that enveloped his mind that he wasn’t even really aware of *what* Vegeta was doing to him. In fact... in fact, he was fairly sure that he liked it. A lot. The little spark of pain seemed to add something incredible to the enjoyable feelings that were coursing through him in waves. Who ever could have known that Vegeta could cause him to feel like this? He tried to open his mouth to tell Vegeta how wonderful he felt, but his vocal cords seemed disinclined to work. And then his entire world hazed to white.

He faded back in to hear Vegeta scream his pleasure into the air about them, releasing himself into Goku’s body. An instant later he slumped against his backside. For a moment he seemed very disinclined to move, but then he did, reaching out and rolling Goku over. For a moment he smirked contentedly down at him even as Goku blinked back up at him, inspecting him through an odd buzz of contented weariness.

Vegeta moved and brought his hand up to hold it out lazily just above Goku’s mouth. For a moment the larger Saiyan blinked, then figured out what he was to do with it. Leaning upwards, he captured one of the fingers in his mouth, cleaning it of his own come. When that one was done he went onto the next. By the time he was on the last one, Vegeta wasn’t smirking anymore. In fact he was inspecting him with a dark kind of intensity that had Goku shivering anew.

"Vegeta are we going to..." He began, perhaps a bit fearfully. He was going to say ‘do that again’, but Vegeta’s had leaned over quite suddenly, capturing his mouth in his own, effectively silencing him. By the time the little prince was done cleaning out his mouth with his tongue, he was far beyond the point of being articulating coherently any way.

Vegeta gloated to himself all the way home. He had won. He had actually one a fight with Goku. And not only that he felt more sated than he had ever been before in his life.

The fool was okay of course. Vegeta had left him sleeping as contentedly as a newborn babe back in the valley. There was nothing the matter with him of course. Nothing the matter beyond the fact that he had just had sex with the Prince of All Saiyans(t.m.) twice in a row. Even The Strongest Warrior in the Universe(t.m.) would be tired after that!

And, best of all, he smirked; he hadn’t even had to use a little rubber device.

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A/N: I have to add this in good conscience... no matter how much you want to be, you’re not a Super Saiyan and your life is not a humor fic. Use a condom. :D

Oh yes, and thanks for reading!

(† English dubbed vers.)

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Added bit ( I found this at the bottom of the .doc file which contained the above fanfic, and thought I'd add it for your reading pleasure...):

Vegeta allowed a fleeting frown to cross his face as he continued his journey home. For a moment he wondered exactly what Kakarrot would think once he came too... and discovered himself covered with blood sweat and... *other* things in the most interesting of places.

He got home fine, only to find himself growing more and more worried as he entered the house and made his way through the halls. Where did your common sense go Vegeta? He berated himself mentally. What if Kakarrot decides to be angry with you? You did just fuck him after all. *Twice* in fact. And he’s still stronger than...

Suddenly Goku appeared in front of him in the hall.

"GAHHH!!" Vegeta startled, practically leaping out of his boots.

"Hiya Vegeta!" Goku greeted the startled prince.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE BAKA??!" Vegeta demanded to know loudly, face flushed from being startled out of his skin. He HATED it when people snuck up behind him. Or in front of him, as was Goku’s case. Vegeta metally cursed Goku’s instant transportation method right down to all of the hells.

"Shh..." Goku indicated that Vegeta should whisper by pressing a finger to his lips. Vegeta fumed with rage... until Goku told him why he had come. "That was fun Vegeta..." He said softly. He grinned, but it wasn’t his usual ‘I’m stupid’ grin. He leaned over until he was within inches of Vegeta’s ear to whisper "Let’s do that again."

Vegeta’s jaw dropped. Kakarrot was so close to him he could smell him... or rather he could smell soap... apparently the other Saiyan had gone back to Ubuu’s and showered during the hour or so it took Vegeta to fly home. And now...

Eyes narrowed, Vegeta leaned up towards him, sniffing him, sniffing past the soap smell. Lucky for him, being a Saiyan he could smell things better than the average human. It didn’t take long to find it. There. He had found what he was looking for. Except for what he was looking for made his head swim dizzily and left him with a very STRONG urge to... He used every inch of will power inside of him to yank himself away again. He took a couple steps back again, glaring up at the idiot. "You," he spat. "Are in heat." There was nothing, absolutely NOTHING worse than a Saiyan in heat... except when there where TWO Saiyans in heat.

Goku cocked his head to one side, his eyes wide. "What?" He asked.

Vegeta stared. "Heat." He said. Goku’s look of uncomprehending didn’t change and Vegeta began to get a little frustrated. "Heat!" He repeated. "H-E-A-T. Oh for the love of Kami, don’t tell me you have NO idea where Gohan and Goten came from?!" His eyes bulged.

Goku was scratching his head now. "Um, yeah." He said. "Gohan happened when Chichi tied me to my bed once and..."

"... And I don’t want to know!!" Vegeta interrupted him. The small prince was practically hyperventilating, his eyes still very wide but this time with incredulous disgust.

Goku blinked. "Oh it didn’t hurt!" He said quickly. He lowered his voice again. "Actually I kinda enjoyed it Vegeta, even though I knew I could get free." He smirked.

Vegeta was coming very close to wanting to beat his head very slowly and deliberately against a wall. He was just about to when Goku leaned over and sniffed him once, very long and thoroughly, which rooted him to the spot and caused him feel quite lightheaded at the same time. "You know Vegeta..." The larger Saiyan mused thoughtfully. "I want you to do that."

Blinking, Vegeta just stared at his rival. Goku smiled back serenely. Finally Vegeta decided the offer was just to good to pass up. Not only that, his mind was drawing up all sorts of interesting things he could do with the other Saiyan, since he so obviously wanted Vegeta to screw him senseless. Again. Fucking heat. At least *HE* got to be on top.

"Fine," He purred. He turned heel abruptly, stalking towards the door. He paused. He turned then stalked back, grabbed Kakarrot by the wrist, and went back to the door.

They needed to find some place private... away from the house... Vegeta's smirk grew. It was going to be a long very pleasant night...

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