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Pardon	By : KillJoy2510 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6480 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pardon
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Warnings: Lemons, PWP, fisting, analingus, underage-Vegeta, Saiyajin puberty, irresponsible Saiyajin adult taking advantage of a certain adolescent Saiyajin prince going through Saiyajin puberty, very painfully drawn-out lemon, OOC-ish Goku.

Pairings: RadditzxVegeta, GokuxVegeta (of course, can't keep those boys apart)

Summary: Bardock's boys teach Vegeta valuable lessons at different times of his life.

He was the embodiment of Saiyajin perfection in all aspects. Countless foes had shattered and fallen to their knees at his feet. Rivers of blood overflowed from the amount he had spilled. He had ended civilizations with a single command and, often, with a smile.

And yet the mere sensation of feathery brush of fingers in the right spots reduced him to trembling.

His eyes opened slightly, black spikes of raven hair gently brushing against his face and forcing them closed again. A mouth opened against his skin and he gave into pleasure as it started sucking, biting, driving him to almost unbearable levels of ecstasy.

“Uhhhhnnn…”

Flash of white teeth below him in approval before they went back to work. Drowsily, he let his head hang back, hands clenching and un-clenching in time to the rhythmic assault. His teeth gritted, trying to hold back his cries. Usually in control of his body, it was a rare occasion when he would allow it to take over.

“Nnn--OHHhhh...”

It was getting a little difficult though. Bastard knew what he was doing.

Somewhere along the lines, his eyes had closed again. He didn’t have to see, could feel everything being done to him. Hard muscles tensing each time they moved to manipulate his compliant body, sweat dripping and mingling against their flushed skin. He could imagine his lover’s eyes lightly closed, absorbed in his work like a good subject serving his prince.

And here it began. That demanding rush of involuntary thrusting that he had no ability nor desire to stop. Shaky hands steadied themselves by holding tightly to raven hair. He moaned again, louder, raw as he lost himself to passion. Each hard suck, each teasing scrape of tongue against skin, fingers deftly summoning pleasure with skill that only his attentive subject had--finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. His body tightened and then seemed to break as the pressure released in a hot, wet rush. Dizzy, he let it wash over him and in his delirium he stuttered out a name.

“Mnn...R-radditz...”

The name barely even left Vegeta’s lips before it was too late. He stared ahead, unblinking, hoping that maybe he’d said it too soft for him to hear--

“...what did you call me?”

Goku lifted his head up, earnestly looking at him and Vegeta swore silently as he noted the pain in the bewildered expression. Vegeta sat up quickly, staring awkwardly down and away from his mate’s questioning look.

“Did you just call me...”, Goku started before pausing at the look that verified his question.

This was one of those rare moments where Vegeta was speechless.

“Were you thinking about him?”, Goku asked quietly after a moment.

“Of course not!”, Vegeta answered angrily before immediately gripping his mate’s shoulder, “I’m...it just came out, I wasn’t and I NEVER--”

“But you just called me ‘Radditz’”, the younger Saiyajin interrupted in that abnormally solemn tone, “If you were thinking of me you’d say ‘Kakarrot’.”

Vegeta stared helplessly at him, “It just...it was a mistake.”

The Earth Saiyajin looked down, avoiding his mate's stare.

“It was”, Goku finally said, standing up.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing”, Goku replied quietly, pulling on the clothes scattered around the room, “I’ll be back.”

Vegeta sat up in the bed, wary and concerned, “But where are you going?”

Goku finished tying the blue belt around his waist, then looked at him in a strange, careful way.

“Kakarrot, I’m sorry.”

He merely looked down at the rare apology, then flashed his prince an obviously forced, tight-lipped smile.

“I’ll be back.”

It was useless to say anything else because he was gone in a flash. Vegeta stared at the spot his mate once stood, then buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“What. The. Fuck”, he muttered.

He hadn’t been thinking about Radditz. Hadn’t thought of him in years. Decades. But why did the dead bastard pop up now and in such an inconvenient way?

He sighed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his head hanging down dejectedly. He’d hurt his mate. He could feel it in their bond but suddenly he didn’t feel anything at all, Goku shutting his side away from him. Great.

His thoughts strayed to Kakarrot’s deceased brother. It's not like you could mistake the two for one another. They were of different height and build, the elder being much bigger, but the two had similarities in the way their faces looked. The texture and color of their hair. Sometimes when Kakarrot would laugh low and rough, tired after a spar, he could hear his old comrade in it.

Radditz. That bastard. He felt that bitter affection he’d once held for him surface after all this time and he smiled in spite of himself. That low-life, manipulative, magnificent bastard. It was interesting that effortlessly snaring royalty seemed to run in this third-class family.

---

Years ago. What seemed like another life altogether...

It felt as though it had been ages since he had literally kicked that balding idiot out of his chambers. But the pain had gotten worse. Perhaps being alone was not such a good idea after all. He didn’t care though--was, in fact, a bit distracted as another searing cramp attacked him. The sweat dripped onto the harsh sheets and he stared at the closed door in misery.

“Sire?”

Immediately he bared his teeth, “Fuck OFF! Don’t MAKE me tell you again, Nappa--”

“It’s not Nappa. It’s Radditz...sire.”

Vegeta winced, his hand still in fists against the agony as he sat up on his side, glaring suspiciously at the door.

“...what...what do you want?”

Silence, then a heavy sigh.

“Well, Nappa still finds it his duty to look after you, you being our prince and all...despite us being the only three Saiyajins left alive."

Vegeta noted this last statement was said with a certain bitter undertone.

His subject continued, "Seeing as how he’s still recovering from when you had him...leave, he sent me.”

Vegeta bristled at the audacity of it all, “I don’t NEED anyone to look after me--I’m not a child! Nappa’s an idiot. Remind him that I don’t need a damned baby-sitter and tell him to stop pestering me or I’ll blast him into oblivion.”

“Gladly, young Sire, I’m almost tempted not to do so just so I could see it happen.”

Despite himself, Vegeta felt his lip curl before another stab doubled him over and he groaned.

“...sire?”

There was a heavy sigh as Vegeta answered with a pathetic moan.

“Sire, just let me in.”

“...no.”

“Vegeta--”

“How DARE you address me so informally, you--unnnnng....”

Bardock’s eldest rolled his eyes and slapped his hand against the door controls, opening it and stepping in. Their young Saiyajin sovereign was curled up on one of the beds, obviously angry but with a sort of panicked anguish in his glare.

“I-I didn’t give you permission to come in here--!”

“Calm down, Prince Vegeta", Radditz countered, his hands raised as Vegeta audibly growled at him, "I’m not gonna stand by and let you suffer like this any longer--plus Big Baldy's bitching is getting on my nerves. Now what’s...going...on...?”

His brow furrowed slightly at where the kid was holding himself--both fists were actually shoved between his legs as the young Saiyajin glowered through a fierce blush, his tail tight around his waist and trembling slightly.

...oh, Radditz realized silently.

Vegeta felt his face burn, eyes darting downwards at the source of the weird new sensation that was more intense than painful and then back at the realization on his subject's face. He lifted his chin in a sad attempt to keep his dignity before another attack brought him back down.

“S-stop looking at me!”

Radditz obediently cast his gaze aside, looking at the ceiling. Dealing with a spoiled royal brat experiencing the awkward joys of becoming a mature Saiyajin would have been more humorous if said-brat hadn’t the ability to easily blow off his head without a second thought. But he knew what the kid was going through. He’d gone through it himself. And it sucked. He remembered.

“Look, kid--”

“I AM YOUR PRINCE AND YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS--nnn--ohhhhh gods, what the hell is wrong with me?”

The suffering adolescent folded in half, his face pressed into the bed as he attempted pulling into himself more than he had already. The mattress shifted, signaling the insolent bastard had the audacity to join him on the bed.

“Sire, I know what’s wrong with you.”

Vegeta’s head snapped up and he rose slightly, “You do?”

He nodded, “I think so...but I’ll need to make sure.”

Vegeta bared his teeth as Radditz shifted towards him, then stiffened as two large hands lightly gripped his wrists. Indignant panic set in as they tried to pull his arms up and away from what he was so viciously protecting.

“Wh-what are you doing!? Let go of me!”

Angrily, the prince knelt up and pushed at his subject when another intense pang coursed through him. He fell back on his ass, catching himself on his hands, then realized the “problem” had been revealed. They both looked down at it--an obvious and painful-looking erection proudly swelling through the skin-tight material of the kid’s pants.

“Yeah...you’re getting to that age.”

“What...age...ooww....”

Radditz sympathized as the young prince grimaced, hands hovering uneasily over what must have been the kid’s first hard-on, judging by how frantic he was. Ever since they’d been left homeless by that meteor, there were usually other things they were distracted by. Remembering that one of them had to be taught the basics of Saiyajin physical development was not high on the list.

“Well, first, tell me what you know already.”

The prince's face was blank aside from pain, “What I know about what?”

"...you know...", Radditz said, gesturing to the problem.

"No", Vegeta snapped, "I don't know. If I knew, do you think we'd be having this little bonding moment? That I'd suffer in the presence of a low-level--FUCK--owww..."

Radditz shook his head in disbelief. The kid was clueless. Despite being a caustic brat with homicidal tendencies (in other words, a perfectly normal Saiyajin teen), he was pure as fucking snow.

“Alright then. Well, uh...how long has this been going on?”

Vegeta glowered, his face pallid aside from a spot of burning red on each cheek, “I’m...I’m not sure...a few days?”

“You mean you’ve been suffering with that for a few days? Straight?!”

The alarm was almost comical, “Wh-why? Is that bad? Is it going to...is it going to stay like that?! I can’t even walk! How am I supposed to work like this?! Freeza might as well jettison me into space! I'm completely incapacitated! This is ridiculous!!”

Radditz waved his hands, trying to calm the poor boy down before he hyperventilated and passed out. And wouldn’t that be a sight--the young prince of all Saiyajins out in a swoon pitching a tent. And the kid looked like he was turning out to be the picture of big things coming in small packages. Radditz couldn’t help but look him up and down, a little difficult since he was trying to curl into himself.

How old was he now...thirteen?...fourteen?...He wasn’t very developed yet despite his strength. As if his muscles hadn’t caught up with him. Streamlined figure, sinewy muscles contained in the tight blue outfit the kid favored, and an utter look of embarrassment on his young face.

“It’s going to be a part of daily life; is for every Saiyajin male once they hit that age.”

“...daily?...”, Vegeta said in an exhausted way, looking sick.

“Hey, now. It’s not so bad. There’re ways you can deal with this.”

This was leading to something that he may live to regret. Taking advantage of a clueless virgin...but a royal one at that. On Vegetasei there would be no way their paths would cross, Radditz being a low-level. And there were no other Saiyajins around anymore, save for Big-Bald-Babysitter. Vegeta was definitely a prize. Thoughts of regret suddenly changed into thoughts of more evil, fun things.

“As your prince, I DEMAND you help me with...with this”, Vegeta announced as haughtily as possible.

Radditz smiled inwardly. Hey, it was royal order.

“As you wish, Sire”, Radditz replied stiffly, as though he were unwilling, “But...seeing as how you are only beginning this change...and you being at such a very, seriously critical stage--”

Vegeta’s face paled at the gravity in the last few words.

“--I think it best if I actively help you before I teach you how to deal with it on your own, and, of course feel free to object if you do not agree with my course of action--”

“Fine fine! I’m not going to object to ANYTHING just help me get rid of this so I can fucking FUNCTION!”

Radditz gave him an uncertain look, “You’re sure, Sire? Some of the things I’ll need to do may and probably will sound strange. And you must listen and do everything I say as accurately as possible.”

Vegeta’s glare hardened as the cold sweat dripped down his temple. He leaned up and grabbed Radditz by his armor, yanking him down so they were face-to-face.

“Do EVERYTHING in your power to resolve this!”

Oh, gods, Radditz thought, Too easy.

“Yes, Sire.”

Vegeta shoved him away, then sat with his arms crossed, waiting.

“Lie down.”

The prince arched a royal brow, “What? Why--”

“Forgive me for interrupting, sire, but there is no time for questions. You said it’s been like this for a few days, correct?”

An uncomfortable look overcame Vegeta’s expression, “...well...maybe a week...or two? It’s come and gone over the past month but it’s gotten like this recently.”

Radditz’s face turned serious, “Hm. It’s more severe than I thought. It’s good we caught this before you did any permanent damage to yourself.”

The prince all but slammed himself back into the bed, his head raised to observe his apparent savior.

Rubbing his hands and looking down in a farce of intense concentration, Radditz went to work. He took the kid’s narrow hips and slid him closer to the edge of the bed, then found the lip of his pants and started peeling them off.

“W-wait, what are you--”, Vegeta began before clenching his teeth shut at the look of urgency in his subject’s face.

“I know it seems strange but you have to trust me.”

With his prince's consent in the form of a hesitant nod, Radditz pulled the pants down to the ankles of Vegeta’s white boots, then did the same with the form-fitting black shorts he wore underneath. Vegeta’s now-unrestrained cock sprang up like a tree, its owner wincing at the sensation.

“Wow...”, Radditz started before collecting himself, “That looks like it hurts...hmm...how does it feel if I do this--”

Vegeta’s spine arched in a spasming sort of way as knuckles lightly brushed against the head of his swollen dick.

“NNN--FUCK!”

He let out a shaky breath, eyes opening weakly and catching Radditz’s concerned gaze.

“Did that hurt?”

The prince bristled at the pity in the tone, “I don’t need you to coddle me, Radditz. And it doesn’t hurt, it just feels...I dunno...weird.”

“I see. Okay, prepare yourself because it’s going to feel a lot weirder but I promise I’ll do everything I can. I only ask you do not stop me until it’s finished.”

A hand spread against Vegeta’s chest and pushed so he was on his back again. He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling in trepidation, then gasped as something wet and hot lapped against him. The guy's tongue? Maybe it was some kind of swelling that had to be sucked out like venom? He shut his eyes now, willing himself to keep in control and not cry out. He was their prince. He would not show weakness in front of ANYONE, especially not a low-level like--

“AH!”, Vegeta cried out as a mouth swallowed him.

The intensity suddenly converted into something else as Radditz started sucking long and hard, swallowing him whole and then pulling back with his lips sealed tightly around him. Vegeta clapped his hands over his mouth, muffled cries straining to make their way out. The muscles of his thighs tightened each time he felt his cock pulled deep into his subject’s throat. But he could only squirm against it, and even less as Radditz slipped his arms under his hips and pulled him closer.

It was no longer a searing throbbing pain. It was starting to feel rather nice. Vegeta’s arms weakened, his hand slipping away from his mouth to fall lightly at his sides.

“Uuhhnn...”

He looked down to see the flash of white teeth smile in approval before they went back to work. Radditz let the still-hard flesh pop out of his mouth, making the body beneath him contort and shiver. He could already see the effect on his young prince--eyes half-lidded, face burning, lips lightly parted to allow unsteady breaths out. The boy looked at him and there was no trace of the awkward, shame-filled teenager. A maturing Saiyajin stared back. His tail had loosened and swayed lazily, its tip twitching every now and then.

“Don’t stop”, came a soft plea.

Radditz obeyed his young Majesty and sucked him in again. Strong legs suddenly wrapped around his neck, keeping him close as hips thrust against him. He let the kid fuck his mouth, wincing just slightly as gloved hands buried themselves in his hair for better leverage. A growl ripped out of the prince as he started slamming himself involuntarily into the compliant face of his subject.

He suddenly felt energy prickle against his skin as the kid’s body suddenly went still, his eyes half-open and staring off. Then a low moan broke free and his eyes widened.

//Here we go//, Radditz thought quietly, smiling as best as he could.

Hips crushed him close and ground against him as the low moan suddenly turned into a primal howl. Vegeta released Radditz’s hair to slam his fists into the bed, tearing the mattress as he tried to hold onto it. His spine arched, hips thrust and frozen forward as his first orgasm shattered his nerves. He felt pressure break between his legs and he immediately weakened, feeling something hot spatter, then drip down his cock.

His body felt useless as his muscled released, sinking into the ruined bed. He felt his legs opened, one of his boots pulled off so his ankles were free of his pants. Strong, warm hands gripped his thighs and spread him open and another moan tumbled out of him as a tongue licked up and down between his ass. Radditz let cum mixed with saliva drip down and against the prince’s virgin tightness, tip of his tongue gently and thoroughly exploring all the right places. Vegeta merely looked down towards him drowsily as these new sensations shattered his nerves deliciously.

“Just one more thing. To finish it off effectively.”

Vegeta replied with an incoherent mumble of approval, observing as Radditz slipped off his own black briefs. Then he frowned in dazed confusion as something hard pressed against him slowly. Somehow he managed to cry out as it broke into him, his body stiffening.

“Wh-what--”

“I know it hurts, sire, but it’s necessary”, Radditz said, his wicked smile unseen as Vegeta’s head snapped back against the bed when he pushed in further, “I’ll go slow, of course--”

“Juss’ do it a’ready”, Vegeta slurred, customary irritability breaking through the strangely enjoyable pain.

He winced weakly, then his teeth ground against each other as he felt something steadily slide into him, seeming to split him open but at a tolerable pace, Radditz pausing after every push to allow him to adjust each time.

“Nnn...a-ahhh...”

His thighs strained, widening as Radditz pressed against him closer with the bulk of his body. It was almost unbearable but he was too worn out to do anything but take it. And it was making pain blend in with pleasure, something primitive within him very much enjoying it despite the intimate nature of the agony. Then his subject shifted and pushed forward sharply into him. Bliss broke through and took over.

“Ohhhh.”

Radditz grinned, then pulled back, pushed forward. His prince’s body tightened and another groan released.

“How does that feel, Sire?”

Vegeta’s legs answered by suddenly twining around him and slamming him against him. A strangled cry ripped out of the prince but he did it again and again. Radditz wasted no time in gripping his waist and being a helpful, obedient subject, both of them thrusting against each other in a frenzy.

A high growl tore out of Vegeta’s throat as Radditz fully leaned onto him on the bed, nearly crushing him and the only thing preventing him from doing so was the steadily increasing thrusts of his hips to gain that burst of intense sensation each time Radditz’s cock slammed into him.

Their eyes pierced each other’s, glaring and snarling as they ground against each other, the end imminent. Sensation suddenly sent a bolt of paralysis through the young prince before it seemed every muscle in his body tightened. Vegeta’s face took on a dumb, dazed expression and his legs clenched around Radditz hard enough to bruise, the pain only inspiring harder, faster thrusts. Vegeta tightened almost unbearably around Radditz's cock, so much that the older Saiyajin gritted his teeth against the pain.

"U-uhhh", came a strange soft exhale like a confused complaint of nausea before Vegeta's second orgasm tore through his very existence like a blast of fire devours a forest.

Vegeta screamed, loud and raw, his ki like a storm around them as it increased exponentially, Radditz trying his best to hold onto the lithe, convulsing body in his grip. With a much more controlled reaction, Radditz felt his cock spasm deep inside his prince's tight ass and felt himself emptied out. The sensation must have been overwhelming to the poor, inexperienced boy because his scream heightened in pitch before it wavered down to a low, halting groan. The energy around them also tapered off until the two lay sprawled on the abused bed, Radditz's larger frame covering the smaller so that only an outstretched arm, limp and twitching, and two legs forced wide apart from the older mercenary's bulk, could be seen of the prince from behind them.

At least, that's what Nappa saw as the door slid open when he, concerned and concussion-free for the moment, went to check on his ward and all that ruckus coming from the room he was so violently expelled from earlier.

Radditz glanced casually over his shoulder at the short, sputtering sounds coming from Big Baldy. Yeah, this sort of thing could produce dire consequences. Back on their home planet, it would have definitely spelled out "death" in big, capital letters.

But their planet, as well as the rules, were gone. And, from the dazed, weary smirk of his satisfied prince, he got the feeling a pardon would have been in order anyway.

----

Present.

The heat from the shower was still not hot enough to contend with the blazing warmth coloring his face as the memory faded away, bitter smirk still lightly touching his lips. Sad to say, even after Vegeta had found out Radditz had been more “helpful” than necessary through his first rut, there had still been quite a few more times. And the prince had definitely gotten back at his tricky subject for taking advantage of him, in a sense that there had been times where Radditz had not been able to sit for days. Not that he’d minded.

Ah, but back to the problem at hand. Vegeta reached out tentatively with his mind, feeling a small blip of Goku’s energy before it was repressed as soon as it was detected. He sighed, leaning into the hot water with a bowed head. How was he to fix this mess--

“Vegeta.”

Suddenly he was looking at an orange-clad chest, his mate gazing down at him solemnly.

"Kakarrot", Vegeta answered numbly, staring up at the unreadable expression on his face through the curtain of water. No anger. No sadness. He'd half expected there to be pained tears but instead there was that intensely blank look.

Without a word, gold bathed the shower room with a brilliant glow that grew brighter until Vegeta had to look away. When it cleared, Goku glared down at him in the current limit of ascension, hard brow over his pale blue eyes and the shower soaking his waist-length mane. Vegeta suddenly found himself spun and slammed into the tiled wall, two large hands gripping his waist to keep him in place. He tried to look behind him. Had he a tail, it would have been puffed out in panic and anger.

"K-Kakarro--"

A thumb suddenly slid over his water-slicked skin on the small of his back, pressing firmly but not cruelly into a small patch of fur. Immediately Vegeta stiffened with a cry held back with clenched teeth.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, Vegeta", came a cold, angry voice that was reserved for the biggest threats to Earth, "I am pretty upset about what you did."

"R-really", Vegeta managed to gasp out before another slow stab into his tail-spot blasted through his customary sarcasm.

"Yeah", Goku seemed to drawl, his thumb now circling idly against the explosive nerves. Vegeta shuddered and whimpered unabashedly, open mouth breath hard against the cool tiles, "I let you get away with a lot, don't you think?"

Apparently this was a hypothetical question because Vegeta was lifted up, falling against the tiled wall, his head near the ceiling, and he nearly screamed when teeth scraped against his tail-spot. Goku's arms wrapped around his lower waist and thighs tightly and decisively.

"K-Kakarrot, what the ff--?!"

Lips and teeth sucked onto the small mound of fur and Vegeta stopped seeing straight for a second.

"Please", Goku said, the mere sensation of his breath against the awakened area almost agonizing to his mate and he knew it, "Let me finish."

A strangled sob forced its way out as Vegeta's body went limp, shivering against Goku as the usually non-confrontational Saiyajin roughly lapped and gnawed gently on the remnant of his tail. His face and chest pressed and slid unsteadily against the tiles.

"I know it's the first time it's happened but it has to be the last", Goku said calmly as he continued, pausing the assault between words.

"It will be it WILL be I promise I--", Vegeta stammered deliriously before biting back a moan as Goku pulled him back and he fell against Goku's chest. One thumb continued the delicious punishment while the other hand reached out for and dispensed a small amount of water-proof lube they kept in the shower into itself.

"Not gonna cut it this time, Vegeta", Goku interrupted, sliding two lubed digits into his prince and grinning at the gasp Vegeta let out, "This has gotta be something we drill into that hard head of yours."

He wriggled his sheathed fingers and Vegeta moaned miserably as the pleasure wrought involuntary sounds from him akin to what one would hear at a whore house. The prince's eyes rolled back and closed lightly as a frustrated sort of euphoria began.

Goku grinned evilly, looking disturbingly like his brother, "And I'm thinking a literal drilling is also in order."

Vegeta swore in Saiyajin as Goku began slowly fucking him with his fingers, which, though nice, were a sad replacement for what he really wanted. Involuntarily, he tried anchoring his legs to something, to push each time Goku pressed in.

"What's wrong, Vegeta?", Goku asked innocently as though he were making a sandwich and not sadistically tormenting his mate, "You want something?"

"Uhh huhh", Vegeta shamelessly answered, Goku's thumb still making tiny circles around his tail-spot.

"What do you want, Vegeta?", Goku asked, enunciating his name teasingly before his lips brushed Vegeta's ear, teeth nibbling at his lobe.

For a moment, the prince resurfaced, wrestling the controls of his mouth from his libido. He blinked, then glared as much as he could at his mate, although all he could see of him was an evil, smirking face in the corner of his eye.

"I-I'm not going to beg, y-you...you..."

And then the bastard started sucking on the small mound of fur again, slipping another finger in him so that three digits wriggled inside him, widening him to the point of pain but just barely brushing against that sweet spot. And the feeling it brought proved to be stronger than pride at the moment.

"W-want you t'fuck me", Vegeta gasped out.

The anticipation nearly made him insane as Goku slowly slid him down his body and Vegeta could feel hard Saiyajin cock against him, orange cloth separating it from his aching, needy body. He squirmed and bucked against it but Goku fluttered his fingers and Vegeta moaned and gasped.

"Now", Goku said resolutely, "Who do you want to fuck you?"

Cock irritatingly still-clothed in soaking wet gi pants rubbed against Vegeta's ass, sliding deliciously against the underside of his dick and balls.

"Y-you!"

He almost whimpered as he was lifted up again, against Goku's chest, and a fourth finger jammed itself inside him and almost brushed against the sweet spot again. Vegeta wriggled against him but Goku held him still.

"Whooo?", Goku asked, drawing out the word.

Vegeta's fingers clumsily clawed against Goku's skin and clothes but they were shaking too much, the loss of control imminent.

"YOU, KAKARROT!"

"Good", Goku said, the smile obvious in his voice, "Now ask nicely."

Vegeta growled, dignity and pride slipping away easily as his mate's hand jammed itself further into him, almost past the wide expanse of his palm but still just short of hitting that explosive bundle of nerves within him. Unashamed now, he tried to move so that they did but Goku prevented him again. Vegeta felt frustration prickling behind his closed eyes and a sad moan escaped his clenched teeth.

"Don't you want it?", Goku asked, his voice hissing like a tempting serpent, "I think you do..."

A flutter of fingers inside him made Vegeta gasp, tears finally leaking when that thumb brushed against the periphery of his tail spot again, teasing him.

"Oh, gods yes I do--"

"Then say it."

"...yyes...nng, I w-want it...I want you to fuck me!"

"Hmmm..."

Two fingers withdrew so that the two longer ones remained deep within him, brushing lightly now against the internal bundle of nerves. Vegeta's legs tightened and he cried out shamelessly.

"You're close, Vegeta. But now you need to get this next part right."

Sharp teeth bit Vegeta's ear and neck and he shuddered against it.

"What is my name?"

"K-Kakarrot", Vegeta stuttered out, delirious with desire, a slave to it.

"And, oh, what was it you wanted me to do again?"

"Fuck me!"

Another nudge inside him and Goku widened him with his fingers slowly, scissoring them inside him.

"I-I'm gonna KILL you for this", Vegeta suddenly growled amidst gasps and groans, his last attempt to control himself.

The grip around him tightened and a low, threatening voice almost made him lose it right then and there.

"No. Wrong. What's gonna happen is I'm gonna fuck you. You're gonna scream my name over and over until you remember it and never make that little mistake you made earlier again. Now, SAY. IT."

"Kakarrot, fuck me!", Vegeta cried out on command like a trained parrot.

Rustling and the sound of soaking wet gi pants hitting the floor of a shower was like music to his ears. Vegeta felt frenzy running within him as the head of Goku's cock pressed just against his ass, fingers withdrawing completely now.

"I don't know, Vegeta", said Goku in mock uncertainty, "Are you sure you want it?"

"YES YES FUCK ME!!!"

He almost cried out in misery when he felt the throbbing head start to push in him and then slide against his skin instead.

"Kuh-Kakarrot--"

"Yes?"

"Kakarrot, fuck me now I swear it's you it's ONLY you I want you to fuck me!!", came a near unintelligible rush of full-on pleading.

"Yeah?", was its only reply.

"YES YOU GODDAMNED BASTARD FUCK ME OR I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS IN EXISTENCE I'LL KILL YOU--"

"Who'll be around to fuck you if you kill me--?"

Goku trailed off as Vegeta whipped his head back, his face twisted in anguished need, his voice like a soft, sobbing, "Kakarrot, please? I'm--I'm sorry, please, Kakarrot--Please. Fuck. Me."

Goku stared dumbly into his face, taken aback, then smiled gently, "There. All you had to do was ask."

He repositioned and let the thick head of his cock push into him, let gravity and his prince's desperation get him in the rest of the way, Vegeta writhing onto him. They both moaned as Vegeta sunk onto him to the hilt. Goku gripped him under his knees, bouncing him up and down onto his cock. Vegeta reached up, wrapping his arms around Goku's neck and thrusting himself downward, both lost in the frenzied abandonment, the water still pouring over them and their bodies connecting with with a wet slap each time.

"Gonna ask you again", Goku said with some difficulty, "Who's fucking you?"

"Y-You are--Mmmn--"

"Whats my name?"

"Uhhnnng--K-kakarrot", Vegeta whimpered out in a ragged gasp.

"What's my name?", Goku demanded fiercely, defining each word with a vicious thrust of his legs.

"Kakarrot!", Vegeta all but screamed out.

"Who's the only person who gets to fuck you?"

"Kakarrot!!"

"Anybody else?"

"No!!!"

"Good. Mmm, Vegeta--"

"Oh gods Kakarrot", Vegeta moaned out weakly, pleasure bounding through him and making him weak.

"Vegeta--"

"Nnn--"

"Vegeta?"

Vegeta suddenly refocused on his mates inquiring face.

"Wh...what?",Vegeta gasped out in reply.

Goku suddenly smiled mischievously, "I forgive you."

Vegeta only blankly stared back, then his eyes lost concentration and he cried out, their black color suddenly shimmering sea green before his dampened, auburn spikes lightened into gold like the sky before sunset. Goku sped up, hitting the right spot over and over and Vegeta screamed out his name until his voice grew hoarse, his body tightening and spasming onto his lovers cock as they both orgasmed, gripping each other tightly until they collapsed against each other, Goku's back pressing against the tiled wall, supporting Vegeta as he slumped against him. Vegeta's eyes rolled slightly into his head as post-fucking sleep crept over him, his hair and eyes returning to their dark color. Goku let his ki calm down, his now-black, wet hair plastered to his forehead.

"Kakarrot..."

"Mm?", Goku sighed, nuzzling into his mate's wet hair.

"Still gonna kill you."

"Heh. I know. But judging by how things just went, I'm guessing I'll escape with my life for a little bit longer."

"Hn."

A dazed, weary smirk lifted the corner of Vegeta's lips and his eyes closed, satisfied.

Bastard.

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