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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

By Sefiru

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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.

Macha: Dancing Vegeta: the
chocolate of DBZ fics ^^

Dragon: thank you very much!

pun_xy: Oh, you poor thing. ::rubs
fingers together and cackles:: now I know your weakness �

Katonie: Don�t worry, Mr. Satan is going to get his
and it�ll be much better than just disappearing. Stay tuned!

In this chapter: Vegeta has a very intense dream.

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Chapter 10: Dreaming

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�� Soft hands run up
and down my back, making me purr. I am hot and eager; I press back against the
muscled body behind me, the warm breath on my neck. My tail curls up over my
back. Deft fingers ruffle the fur and then drop lower to prepare me. Sparks spiral slowly
upward from the base of my spine; I moan, squirm, and glance over my shoulder �

�� At the face of
a total stranger. I gasp out of sheer shock, then punch
him in the face. How dare he! He tumbles to the floor; I ignore him, don�t bother
looking for my clothes or the door, just blast a hole
in the wall and escape. I hover naked in midair, glaring down at the house. How
dare he touch me like that? How dare I let
him touch me like that? I gather my ki and destroy
the house in a burst of flame; I have not felt such rage since Cell killed my
son, but I can�t strike the true source of my anger. Kakarott � how could I do
that?

�� My fists clench.
I thought I was stronger than this. Better than this. A little voice inside me
is screaming, run, run and hide, you
can�t face him like this, you can�t parade your
betrayal in front of him � No. I grind that cowardly spark under the heel
of my will. I do not give up what�s mine without a fight. My
race. My family. My honor.
My mate. But
what if he beats you? That thought is so unlike me that I snort in disgust.
First a traitor, then a coward as well; I want to beat myself for it, but
greater injury has first claim. It is Kakarott�s right to decide my fate.

�� I feel for his ki and launch myself through the air. The landscape blurs
past me; I fall panting onto our porch, and stumble inside. Kakarott is sitting
on the couch working on some piece of wood carving, but he sets it aside when
he sees me. I am sure he can feel my inward-turning rage. I collapse on my
knees before him and grind out, �Punish me, Kakarott.�

�� Tell me why.�

�� Yes. I must
confess to him. Staring at his feet I pour out everything, every detail I
remember. With anyone else, I would not dream of saying these things; with him,
I cannot conceive of withholding it. I know what a fiery temper I have, but I�ve
never managed to anger myself before. If it were anyone else they would already
be dead; my heart spirals inward, demanding revenge on itself. Let Kakarott
beat me. Let him tear the skin from my back. If there is anything left of my
pride, it is in his hands. I fall silent, my tail lying limp on the floor.

�� He hooks a
finger under my chin and tilts my head up. His expression stuns me: no anger at
all, even a bit � triumphant? I don�t understand. Does he not want vengeance as
much as I do? �Please, Kakarott, punish me.�

�� All right.� He chains me face down on the table and takes
up his whip. The whip that I gave him; that�s appropriate.
The first blow falls hard across my shoulders, and I grunt as fire explodes
into my mind. Oh yes, a good whip. He spreads the strokes out, layering fire
upon fire on my skin. I grit my teeth. This pain will cleanse me; every stripe
bites into my flesh until I pay in blood for my misdeeds. Already my body
flinches under every blow. The whip lands across the base of my tail; I squeal
and pull hard against my bonds, feeling one of them give a little. My eyes fly
open. I blink at the shackle on my wrist: a plain leather shackle. Not a ki restraint.

�� Kakarott trusts me. Something snaps in
my mind, and I scream as the next blow falls. Kakarott trusts me. The whip strokes are no longer a punishment to
be endured; they are a reminder of this precious treasure. The
treasure that�s still mine. Kakarott
� I arch up into his blows, welcoming them, surrendering
to them. Touch me, strike me, stroke me, take me � Kakarott can have me any way
he wants. In my blind ecstasy, I barely notice the lashes slowing down.

�� The whip stops,
and the next thing I�m aware of is his hands rubbing salve on my back. I sigh. �Kakarott.�

�� Vegeta.� He releases the chains. �You know I don�t ask for
perfection, only honesty.�

�� I demand it of
myself.�

�� Then you must
answer to yourself. Are you satisfied?�

�� Totally.� Kami, I am one lucky
bastard; I�ve won. In coming back to him, I�ve won � everything. All the
tension leaves me. I tuck my face against his shoulder; I�ve missed this since
� hang on. Since I�ve been on a starship for the past two
months. �Something�s not right here.�

�� He nods. �You�re
supposed to be in space. And our house isn�t on Earth anymore.�

�� I haven�t
noticed that. �So this is a dream? But you�re really here, I can tell.�

�� Yes. It�s a
dream, but someone else is meddling, I think.�

�� My rage surges
back. �You mean someone tricked me into thinking I did � that?� My lip curls. �Please tell me it�s not Ren,
I�d rather not have to kill her.�

�� Shh, Vegeta. The feelings were
real.� He sucks on my ear until I relax. �And no, it�s not a Kai,
I�d recognize their minds right away. It�s not any species I know.� And with
his jaunts around the galaxy, that�s an impressive list. �At these distances,
they probably need two people to connect, so there must be one on your ship
somewhere. Keep your eyes open.�

�� Hn. Teach me to suck eggs.�

�� I�d much rather
you suck something else, before we get disconnected.� He runs a finger down my
spine. Kakarott � the shift of blood,
even if it is illusory, is dizzying. Soft lips wander down the side of my neck;
I moan. I�m already open to him after our previous exercise, and he plays me
like a musical instrument, wringing sweet music from my throat. Gasping,
moaning, whimpering, screaming � I always was a loudmouth; now he draws each
sound out of me at will. I press against him and he allows it. Chest to chest,
hip to hip, tails coiled together; his fingers dip between my buttocks and �

�� I wake up. With an aching, weeping hard-on, alone in my starship cabin.
�Fuck!�

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Vegeta: woman, that is the last
time you are going to pull this on me.

Sefiru: well, actually I was
thinking of �

Vegeta: I know where you live.

Sefiru: that�s the last time I�m
going to pull that on you.

Now that the plot is finally thick enough
for traction �

Next chapter: the third fleet. Plot happens.
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