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Telemarketer	By : cueball2 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Discaimer: Story is mine, DBZ is not. If I have used any trademarked
nouns, it is coincidental. No profit is made from this document.
Rating: NC17
Type: PWP, One-shot (My first PWP ever.)
Pairing: Goku / Vegeta
Enjoy. ;-)

    Vegeta walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. Bulma
and everyone were gone for the day, leaving him to train in quiet. Taking a
short break, he sat at the table, putting his feet up on the surface. Bulma
would get so mad at him for doing that. Now he only does it when she's not home,
to save his ears.

    A few minutes later the phone rang. Answering the phone,
instead of crushing it like he usually did (to get a rise out of the mother of
his children, but she was pregnant again, promoting more shrikeking), he put the receiver to his ear and
said: "Hello?"
"Hi. My name is Bakaru from Spatial Enterprises, we are on your area, and
today we are offering a discount on all fitness equipment. We have all brands
and models. There is a 30 day free trial. Our best one is the Rooster 7. It as
everything you need to get in shape and 'more'. Would you like to try it?"

"Well..."

"And for the lady of the house we have the Eagle Glider.

Our Rooster 7 model even has energy dampeners to increase physical strength."

"Hn. I will try it, and if I don't like it, I'm not keeping it!"

"I'll just need your address and I can send you one right away."

Three days later...

    A big box arrives at Capsule Corp, addressed to Vegeta. He
sees the delivery man struggling to get it up the front steps. Smirking to
himself he picks up the box with one hand and carries it into the house,
flabbergasting the delivery man. After he get over his shock he presents the pad
to Vegeta for his signature.
    Using his Saiyan speed, Vegeta, assembles the machine in
less than thirty minutes. Now that the machine is set up, he notices that there
are some things on it that aren't like the machines on TV: like some odd, thick
rods in between the weights. There were also some cuffs near the seating bench.

    After looking things over and confirming that it is set up
correctly in the side room off of the gravity chamber, he got out the thick
manual. After skimming the manual, he hears a knock on the gravity chamber door.

Grumbling he opens said door, only to find Kakarott in front of him.

"Hey Vegeta."

"Hn."

"You wanna spar?"

"I'm busy."

    Kakarott's look of disappointment was plain to see. Vegeta
closed the door. Disheartened, Kakarott headed to the kitchen to pick through
the fridge before he left to go wherever he went, when he was bored.
    It wasn't like Vegeta to refuse a spar. After all, who
else could he spend time with, besides his kin, since Chichi died of a heart
attack; her good cooking being not so good for her heart.

    Vegeta tried out few of the machines functions. He set
them to the highest setting after a few tests, and found that he couldn't move
the pieces. He tried to power up, but couldn't because he had also turned on the
suppressor. Hitting the emergency stop, he got off the machine and was
intrigued.

    No earth-built fitness machine has ever withstood his
strength before. Alone again, he continues to exercise with the highest setting
he can stand. One setting puts and ion field around the user to dampen their
aura to force physical strength to be used.
But the warning in the manual says not to wear clothes, as the ion field can
burn them.

    After stripping Vegeta reads further, attaching the waist
harness, and adjusts the machine.

Meanwhile...

    Trunks came home from school heading into the kitchen to
eat.
"Hey Goku."

"Hi Trunks. How was school."

"Same old, same old. Have you been sparring with my dad?"

"No he said he was busy. So I came here to eat before I left."

"Ok."

Trunks got out some food and began inhaling his food.

"Mom will be home late tonight. She has another meeting."

"Ahww ohamkaayg" Goku said with his mouth full of food.
Trunks sighed. "Well I'm going to meet Goten at the park. See ya."

    Karkarott now finished with his meal, put the dishes in
the sink for the robot maids to clean. Just before he put his fingers to his
forehead to IT home, he felt Vegeta's energy fluctuate. Curious he wandered down
the hall toward the GR. When Vegeta did not answer the door, he IT'd into the
room, when he felt the change again.

    Walking through the doorway into the side room, he stopped
suddenly, and blinked. In the middle of the room was a very sweaty, very naked
Vegeta, thrusting into a hole on the machine, moving the weights as he thrust:
the straps on his waist, wrists and ankles, providing increased resistance to
his movement.

     He was also surrounded by a blue glow around the
machine. Vegeta moaned loudly for a few minutes. His control gone, he came in
the ribbed tube and laid there. Removing the straps on his wrists after his
workout, he reaches for the one on his waist only to see a black boot in the
corner of his eye.

"Kakarott!"

    Kakarott just stood there and blinked. His mouth was too
dry to speak, and the scent of Vegeta's pheromones were overwhelming; he purred
his arousal without
realizing it. Vegeta looked up and saw the dropped jaw and the glint in his
eyes, not to mention hearing the sound coming from the other saiyan. After a few minutes, Kakarott realized he was starting and his face turned
redder than it was already.
    Vegeta was embarrassed and angry for being interrupted.

"I told you I was busy. Get out!"

"I want to try." slipped out of Kakarott's mouth before he could stop it.

"This is my training machine Kakarott. Not yours! Get out!"

Kakarott's eyes roamed down to Vegeta's large package, and then quickly away.

"Please?" Kakarott took off his socks and boots.
"On one condition, Kakarott."

"Yes?" Kakarott kept walking toward the machine with the ion filed still on.

"You will teach me that Instant Transmission technique of yours."

"Ok Vegeta. Ahh!" Kakarotts's clothes burst into flame one moment, and
turned to powdered ash the next.

"Clean up your mess Kakarott!"

    All the windows were opened to let out the stink of burnt
hair and cloth. He began cleaning the room naked, as Vegeta refused him the
dignity of wearing clothes until he finished, not that he cared about being
naked anyway.
    Kakarott walked down the hall nude; his body now hairless,
except for what he had on his head and face. He turned the corner, and entered
the spare bedroom, 8 doors down on the left, and headed for the shower.

    Freshly clean, he put on the spandex garb that Vegeta had
put in the room. As he walked to the mirror, he felt the spandex fit more snugly
in certain areas, and it felt smoother: it felt like being naked, without being
naked. He headed back to the G.R. being self-conscious for the first time ever.

Two weeks later...

   As promised Vegeta was taught IT, and he was getting more
proficient at teleporting from place to place. Vegeta taught Kakarott how to train with the machine
after their morning spars. And of course, their favorite of all the exercises,
was the body rock. (They got to train, and fuck something at the same time.)

    Kakarott and Vegeta had just finished their morning spar
and were ready to use the training machine. They were now in their birthday
suits and had a scuffle regarding who used the machine first. But this time was
different, very different.

    Kakarott kissed Vegeta and started running his hands over
his body, intensifying the kiss, moaning into it. Vegeta responded, after the
initial surprise, too horny to do anything else. He let his hands run down the
smooth, soft skin (Kakarott had been using moisturizer to soothe his skin, since
the accident with the machine), over the hard, strong muscles, down to his
rival's well rounded rear.

    They rolled around on the floor kissing and grinding into
each other with a passion.
"Mmmmaaahhh." Kakarott moaned into Vegeta's ear as his neck and body were
assaulted by sensuous lips and tongue.

"Vegeta" Kakarott said breathlessly. "I want you."

"Get up. I'm on top."

    Vegeta led Kakarott to the machine, laying him down,
strapping his ankles in, legs apart. He put two fingers to his forehead and
disappeared, and a moment later had the jar of moisturizer that Kakarott uses.
Kneeling down he perused the pubic prize in front of him, before sniffing it.
The heady scent spurred him on to lick the tip, swirling around the head.

    Kakarott writhed and groaned from his lover's attack. The
sensations of being enveloped by the hot cavern surrounding him. He yelled: "Vegeta!"

as he came into that hot mouth.

    After swallowing the warm fluid gushing into his mouth,
Vegeta kissed Kakarott on the lips.

"There is more."

"Ughaa."

    Vegeta liberally coated the anus and it's interior. And
coated his throbbing shaft. Setting the jar a ways away, he turned on the
ion generator, changing the air into an aphrodisiac. Stepping near his goal, he
pressed the tip of his penis against the warm orifice, and pressed in slowly. He
felt like he was being pulled in, Kakarott's entrance undulating: hungrily
devouring Vegeta.

    There were no words for how it felt to be sheathed in
Kakarott, none, just a strangled groan. But it was far better than that machine!

He pulled out slowly and thrust in slowly at first, building up to a smacking
sound: Vegeta pounding away aggressively, while licking and nipping Kakarott's
nipples, ears and neck. Finally they came with a feral roar, their instincts
crowding out useless words.

The next week...

    Kakarot had Vegeta on the floor of the same room as
before, he was inside of Vegeta. Deeper than he has ever been in Chichi before:
his hairless pubic region allowing for deeper penetration. It was the best
feeling he ever had. He could go all out, not having to worry about a weak
human. He came harder than he had before last week, and he knew he'd never go
back to a human again.

Day 27...

    Vegeta and Kakrott got out of the bed they now shared,
brushed their teeth, showered, etc. and sat down for breakfast, only to be
interrupted by the phone ringing. Kakarott answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi this is Bakaru from Spatial Enterprises. Is Mr. Vegeta in?"

"Yes, hold on." "Vegeta it's for you, a Mister Bakaru."
"Hello."

"Do you wish to purchase and keep your Rooster 7?"

"No. It is cleaned and back in it's original packaging. I discovered
someone better."

"I'm sorry you did not find it satisfactory. What are the reasons you are
dissatisfied with the product.?"

"The equipment for the body rock exercise is too small."

"I'll just email you the return sticker, and we can ship it back. Lastly,
What better company changed your mind?"

"My boyfriend."

And Vegeta hung up the phone.
The End.
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