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Fusions	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Standards:

1. Me no own. Me no want to own (but I would take the ridiculous sum of money they are making off it.)

2. Uh--Fusions? Vegitto/Gotenks

3. I created a sub-dimension where all Fusions go when they are not being used by the folks that created them. I'm calling it Potara after those earrings of the Kai guy. And I think I have it all worked out in my head. But not all of the explanation made it into this story because *duh* this is a PWP. If you're interested I can explain it tho.

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"I'm going to kill you."

"Nooo yourrr noooot."

"Young man, what have I told you--"

"Shut up gramps."

"GRAMPS?!"

"And get your old-man germs away from us!"

"Germs?"

"I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry fatso."

Vegitto would have turned around. He probably should have turned around, told all three of them to shut the hell up--but honestly--was there a point? After listening to their bullshit for ten years (years were defined by the fact that he could feel time passing but realized that it hadn't actually passed other than the increasing height and maturity of the only other good fusion present.) In the end, Gotenks would win out over the bulbous and ancient versions of himself and gloat about his superiority some more.

A prime example of how fusions go wrong. Asking the son of the Prince--Great Vegeta--to fuse with his childhood best friend (who was stronger than him despite all appearances) could not possibly have led to productive results. He got stuck with the kid that thought himself so cool, so hot, so now, so powerful--

It got old rather quickly.

"Hey, Vegitto--want to fight?" And here was the pest now. In his face. Grinning and waiting for him to finally decide that fighting would be worth the amount of time it would take to get his ass up off the ground.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because you're old and slow and afraid that we'll beat you?"

And he spared the kid a second glance before he grabbed him. Just one fleeting little look at the smirk on his face. The realization that this was probably what the kid intended the whole time. Then he grabbed him by the neck, tossed him on the ground and pinned him there with his body weight. Hands on either side of the kid's head, sitting on his stomach.

"You're not worth my time." In the ten years since his creation, Vegitto had learned the fine art of individuality. Only the kid insisted that he was two people fused into one body. Vegitto realized that outside this soupy puke brown dimension the parts that had fused to create them were living their lives all happy and oblivious to their fusion's needs and wants.

And legs lifted, closed around his chest and rolled him onto his back so the kid was sitting on his hips. Grinning down at him and wiggling in the most irresponsible manner. "We're always worth your time."

"Not hardly."

"You always enjoyed yourself in the past," Gotenks reminded him. And he was shirtless. Rolling his hips in a rhythm now. Hands on his chest, smiling at him in a reckless 'don't you want to take me now--I know you do' sort of way. Always taunting him. "We're ready for you..." Pink tongue on his lips. White teeth.

It would take a greater man than Vegitto to decline an offer like that. With Gotenks already on his lap, wiggling and squirming and pulling open his pants. Leaning down to look at him. One hand on the ground and the other pushing his pants down out of the way.

Whimpering his name. Ve-ge-to.

He pushed his own pants down. Watched the kid as he finished his wiggling and his pants were only hanging onto his body by one leg. He sat back against him, trapping Vegitto's erection against his thigh and he grinned at him.

"Why are you laying still, old man? Is it past your nap time?"

"Who are you calling old?" and that was the old-guy version of Gotenks that interjected.

"No you," Gotenks snapped.

And Vegitto had the brat flat on his back before he could turn back to look at him. Clawed at him, gripping his skin tight enough to leave his hand prints, pulling him down where he wanted him and he kissed him. Hard. Forced his mouth open and stabbed his tongue into the softness of him. Felt the reaction, the shiver under him and lapped at the taste of the kid. Heard the murmured urgings and felt the hands on his ass, pulling him down against the hard body and they ground together.

Until Vegitto was tried of the touching. The kissing. The cute stuff, and then he picked the brat up and dropped him on his knees. Pulled his hips up and back, spread him open with one hand and sank into him. Sliding on whatever the kid used as lubricant. (He never asked.)

"Ah..un..."

He wrapped his arms around the kid's body, held him in place. Rubbed his face on the smooth skin of the kid's back and felt every little flex of muscle, every sigh and breath and the beading sweat that rose to his skin. Saw his head hanging down and his arms shaking as the brat shivered and waited for him.

Heard the smirk on his face. "What happened, old man?" Gotenks asked. "Did we give you a heartattack?"

The only good answer was the movement of his hips. The thrust into the brat that drown out the sound of his words until the only sound left was the shocked little exclamation of breath. He moved deeper into him and then pulled out again, thrusting in and felt the shuddering in the smaller body. Loosened his grip on him, straightened and gripped the curve of his hips. Dug his knees into the ground and really started to move.

Fucked him. Like he wanted him to. Pistoning into his body so hard that Gotenks fell to his elbows and cried out a garbled attempt on his name. So that he was clawing the ground and breathless. Sweaty hair and blushing. Vegitto moved faster, went deeper. Smacked their hips together so his skin was tingling and his erection throbbed in the slick tight heat of the kids body. More and more and more.

Until he was growling and pulling Gotenks back with every thrust. Opening him up wider and faster. His hands slipped on the sweat and he dug his fingers into the skin harder. Grunted with every move of his hips. Listened to the breathless scream of need that reciprocated his sound. The worshipping of his skill, of his prowess--of him as he drove into the squirming, slick and sweaty body under him.

Harder and quicker. Smoother and stronger until the kid gasped and came. And he followed him down, collapsing against him and they were on their sides, fighting for breath.

"See?" Gotenks murmured. "You wanted us."

"Shut up."

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Vegitto: *smirk*

Gotenks: We are pleased.

Goku: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Vegeta: *smirk*

Goten: I'm only weirded out because I read the PWP.

Trunks: *leers at Goku*
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