Of Sex and Saiyans: Part one

Chapter Ten


“But…I don’t want to wear…that!” Gohan exclaimed, staring in horror at what Mirai was holding out to him.

Mirai grinned and motioned it towards him again, nodding.

“My dads gonna be there! I’m am so not wearing that!” Gohan stood up and faced away, crossing his arms. Mirai rolled his eyes and dropped the offending article on the bed. He wrapped his arms around Gohan from behind, placing kisses lightly along his shoulders as Gohan shivered, closing his eyes and gently rolling his hips back as Mirai pressed forward.

“For me…?” Mirai whispered huskily, accompanied by a grind from his hips that made Gohan’s knees buckle. He arched his back, groaning as Mirai turned them both slightly and bent Gohan over so he had his hands flat on the bed. He smirked and slid a still clothed leg between Gohan’s, parting them further. Gohan moaned and moved back against him as he raised his thigh slightly and rubbed it lightly against the Son’s jean-covered hardness.

Gohan moaned again and pushed down against Mirai’s thigh as he slid it back and forward, slowly. His hands fisted in the sheets and Mirai rubbed more firmly, beginning to brush his own clothed arousal against the back of Gohan’s thigh. Gohan ground back against him, both of them discovering a rhythm, pressing and grinding against one another.

Gohan squeezed his eyes shut, the friction from his koi’s muscular thigh making him unbearably hard. He groaned and sped up, pressing harder, trying to gain some kind of release from this torment.

Mirai smirked and suddenly stopped, releasing Gohan’s hips and stepping away quickly. Gohan’s eyes opened wide and he crashed to his knees, turning his head to see why it had stopped. His erection throbbed painfully against his too tight pants. He winced and shifted, crawling to sit up on the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure.

Mirai was on him in a second, pressing him down onto his back firmly. Gohan grinned as Mirai bent down, growling almost inaudibly, to capture his lips. Gohan tried to deepen the kiss but Mirai pulled away, a teasing look on his face. Gohan pouted but grinned again when Mirai bent down to whisper in his ear.

“Will you wear it for me…mate of mine?

Gohan smiled at the pet name but frowned when he remembered what he was talking about. He as about to protest when Mirai caught his earlobe with his sharp teeth and let out a lusty moan, grinding his hips down. Gohan’s mind blanked instantly and his eyes rolled back in his head. Mirai let go of his lobe and trailed his tongue along the shell of his ear.

“I’ll make it worth your while…if you wear it…” He growled seductively.

Gohan nodded feverishly, barely listening anymore. He’d do anything to keep Mirai right where he was.

“Well that’s just great! I think you should get ready now! They’ll all be here in 20 minutes! And I still have to get ready too!” Mirai said cheerily as he smiled and got up, straightening his clothes as he walked to the door. Gohan sat up, mouth open as that sweet piece of ass he had been about to partake of, swayed out of the room.

Tricked!

He groaned and threw himself back on the bed, landing on something uncomfortable. He winced and reached a hand under himself, pulling out the accessory that Mirai had left him to wear that night.

Gohan groaned then blushed. He just couldn’t believe he’d be wearing this in front of everyone…

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Bulma pressed the door bell with a lacquered fingernail, glaring at Goku and Vegeta equally, as she waited for someone to answer. Her anger stemmed from an incident earlier in the evening as they were on their way to the party. Vegeta had been driving with Bulma in the passenger seat.

Goku sat in the back.

Behind Vegeta.

Which is where all the trouble originated.

He’d leaned forward during the trip, as Bulma gazed out of the side window, and breathed warmly across the back of Vegeta’s ear, letting out a low moan and hitching his breath erotically.

Vegeta had twitched violently, sending the car into the other lane. They narrowly missed several collisions before Vegeta managed to wrest the car back to the correct lane, breathing harshly. Bulma screamed at him, not having seen or heard Goku do anything.

Vegeta just scowled as she launched a tirade of abuse at him and caught Goku’s laughing, teal eyes in the rear mirror.

‘Bloody Kakkarott…bet he’s enjoying this…’

Goku grinned and slowly licked his lips, further distracting Vegeta from his driving.

“Vegeta? Vegeta! VEGETA!!” Bulma shrieked snapping the prince’s gaze back to her then the road. He swerved the car again just before it was about to leave the road and pulled back into traffic as people beeped and swerved around them, swearing and shaking their fists.

He snarled at one particularly inventive insult and turned to find Bulma, pinning a guilty looking Kakkarott with her gaze. The younger saiyan put his hands up, laughing nervously, as they both glared at him. They both turned back to face the front and the rest of the trip had been stony silent.

Vegeta had met Kakkarott’s eyes again in the mirror and the third class had the gall to wink at him! Vegeta had huffed silently, refusing to look back in the mirror, ignoring the low chuckle from behind him and his mate’s, now constant, growl. He shifted in his seat, his skintight, black PVC pants becoming uncomfortably stretched across the front.

What a night it was shaping up to be…


Now they all stood at the front door, subtly creaking and squeaking as tight leather and PVC is wont to do when it’s very quiet. They all heard steps coming towards the door and someone opened it. Bulma grinned as Goku’s mouth opened in shock, Vegeta arching an eyebrow as Mirai and Gohan answered the door.

Or rather Mirai did. Gohan probably couldn’t have reached the door handle from where he was, kneeling cuffed and leashed at Mirai’s leather-clad feet.

Goku’s eyes widened. The hadn’t done this on that program! He briefly wondered what it would be like to have a pet Vegeta to lead around and fetch things, before the real Vegeta was pushing him roughly forward into the house. Bulma was glaring at him as she waited in the foyer, tapping her thigh high boot on the floor, hands fisted on her liquid latex-clad hips and her tail lashing behind her.

Apparently Goku had been standing there a while…

He grinned and walked in, past Mirai who he gave an odd look, which Mirai returned before they both nodded warily at each other.

Goku looked down at his son, kneeling between them and felt an alarming urge to reach down and pat him. He saw Gohan glance up at him, the red blush on his cheeks intensifying. Goku grinned.

“Hey Gohan!…Uh…Gohan…?” Goku frowned, confused, when his son didn’t answer him but just looked back at the floor.

Mirai ushered Vegeta in and shut the door, then seemed like he was waiting for something. They all stood there silently till Mirai rolled his eyes and slapped Gohan on his bare shoulder with the end of the lead. Gohan gasped and looked up at him as a small welt raised itself on his skin. Mirai growled, tugging on the lead and motioning for Gohan to take their coats. He looked back at the small group before him.

“He’s not allowed to speak unless I say…” Mirai smirked at Goku. “It’s all part of our…little agreement” He laughed as Gohan’s cheek deepened even more, if that were possible. He quickly hung the coats and returned to kneel at Mirai side. Mirai smiled down at him, resting a hand on the top of his head and running it absently through his hair as he addressed the others.

“If you’ll go through there, My pet and I have something to discuss before we join you…” He smirked as Gohan shivered in his hotpants, though not because of the cold. Mirai and he had already had several ‘discussions’ about behavior tonight… Gohan couldn’t decide whether he enjoyed being punished as much as being rewarded.

Vegeta smirked at the cowering Son being led off as they made their way down a candlelit hallway to the main area. He was relieved to see that the future boy was obviously the seme. No son of his should ever be uke. They were princes! They should always be on top! He nodded, reassuring himself ,then frowning. Why then did he feel this constant urge to roll over and spread for Kakkarott, the instant the third-class even looked at him? He shook his head as they reached the main lounge, greeted by the two younger demi’s, already drunken, shouts.

He rolled his eyes as Goten stumbled up to him and Kakkarott, listing to the side slightly in his high heeled boots. It appeared he and Gohan had shopped at the same store for this evening, Goten’s only difference to his older brother being his fingerless gloves. He threw an arm around each of their necks and leaned over to plant a kiss on his father’s cheek. Goku grinned at him and Goten turned his lips towards a wary prince as Vegeta leaned away from him, scowling. Goten grinned, darted forward and kissed Vegeta’s hand as it shot up between his cheek and Goten’s face.

“Don’t kiss me, brat!” Vegeta yelled, shaking him off. The youngest Son reminded him far too much of his father and Bulma had partially unwound her tail, musking lightly. With these pants he was wearing, someone was bound to notice he was enjoying Goten’s drunken peck of affection a little too much.

Goten pouted and hugged his father, leading him off into the room as music blared loudly, handing him a drink and leading him to the huge table of food. He paused and spoke to his father for a short while before coming back for Vegeta. In the meantime Bulma had fully unwound her tail with her sudden alcohol consumption, announcing to every saiyan in the room that she wouldn’t have minded if she bent over the couch right now to get a drink and they all had a go at her.

Vegeta turned away abruptly, try to quell the immediate rising in his pants, thinking of Chichi and…and Mr. Satan. There that did it. Goten came back to stand next to him.

“Is this it?” Vegeta asked to distract himself, gesturing to him and Trunks, who was sprawled across a couch with a bottle in hand, eyeing Goten lustily. Goten blushed, turning his back as Trunks mouthed dirty suggestions, and shook his head.

“Krillen and 18 were here earlier as well as Master Roshi and Yamcha. But they all left once Gohan and Mirai came down the stairs. Well they kinda didn’t want to stay once Mirai started spanking Gohan with a paddle in front of everyone.” He chuckled at Vegeta’s incredulous stare. “Yep. He did it because Gohan forgot to kneel and sat on the couch next to him instead! Nice outfit by the way.”

Vegeta glanced down at himself, giving a small smirk. He’d put some effort into his attire and was glad someone had noticed, aside from Kakkarott that is. His upper body barely covered by a crimson, PVC tank top, missing almost the entire front. Instead a thin, black cord was threaded through eyelets across the front, criss-crossed over his chest down to his lean hips, where he had slung a low pair of black PVC pants. The outside of the legs had been subjected to the same treatment as his shirt and Goten glanced admiringly as the pants revealed his flesh to the very tops of his muscular, tanned thighs.

Vegeta caught the look and arched an eyebrow, taking a bottle from Goten’s hand as it was offered, listening to Goku laugh at something Trunks had said. Bulma musked again and Vegeta saw Goku’s head shoot up as the scent reached him. They caught each others eye across the dim room as Goten turned and engaged Bulma in conversation. Goku tipped the neck of his bottle suggestively towards Vegeta and slowly licked his lips, eyes narrowing. Vegeta looked away and quickly brought his own drink to his mouth, swallowing as he tried to think of something that didn’t involve the baka and a horizontal surface.

Yes…It was definitely shaping up to be something…interesting.


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Hmmm…Sorry for crap costumes and the like…
My sister suggested it when I asked for a reason to have Vegeta in dark crimson pvc *drool*
…she said fantasy party so…eh

Oh…here’s picture that I based his costume on too…he looks hot n stuff…heh

http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hellagoddess/Dragonball%20Z/slash1.jpg

Woot! My writing skill is back again! Thanks to all the people who reviewed the last chapter so quickly….knowin’ people actually wanna read this made me get past the block that’s been haunting me for the past two weeks! ARIGATO GOZAIMASU!!! *bows till forehead touches the floor*

leaf: It’s ok…I’ll forgive you….just this once! Heh It’s was one of my favoriet G/V bits as well…so kawaii…But I promise there will be some proper G/V SOMEWHERE in here! Thanks for your review! *hugs*

Webtester01: Thanks for reviewing! I totally suck at parties n stuff so I hope this seems as fun as you were expecting!

Jenn: Yeah…Goku with a piercing is so totally yummy…Gomen for making you wait so long..I was having trouble with a later chapter…And yeah…Goten is totally a little slut *wink*heh heh…Thanks for your review!

bluebird: Thanks for your email…Goku and Vegeta would have to be my favorite…They’re just so right…heh heh…Also yeah everyone knows about everyone else…I just figured it would be so much easier if there was no shock or fighting about it…This fiction is only written with the goal of ten lemons in mind so…I skipped lots of stuff that would have gone into a ‘normal’story…heh…Hope to talk to you on msn sometime!

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