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Yaoi RPG	By : arvan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: I don't have much warning to give, except for the foul words, possible yaoi scenes, the occasional random crap and whatnots. Not too sure yet.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except a few DBZ Mangas, DVDS, cards and a toy Vegeta. And this idea.

A choice to make
“I’m giving you one last chance; do not return unless you have something useful to report.”
…
Jyuunana-go exited the audience hall, having no desire to linger longer than necessary in order to give his report. And that went extremely ‘well’. He walked on, further along the walkway, gritting his teeth; able to express his discontentment now that he wasn’t in the presence of the king.
“Well if it isn’t our commander? Or should I say ex-commander”
A familiar voice spoke behind him; Jyuunana-go closed his eyes in a show of exasperation. He turned; his face betraying nothing by the time he turned around to face the owner of that voice.
“And what brings you here, General? If you’re going to see his majesty, you should know you’re heading in the wrong direction” his spoke casually, not in the least bit interested in the guy’s answer either way. He made no attempt to hide his dislike for the man, lacing his words with poison despite the soft and rather ‘polite’ manner he spoke.
“I came to see you, of course. I do… so miss you and after I heard of your demotion, I thought I’d come over; see how you’re coping. I heard you had trouble with the travellers. I can help you, with the right motivation; all you had to do is ask” General Blue came closer; too close for Jyuunana-go’s taste.
Jyuunana-go took a step back despite himself, a reaction that came naturally to him when it concerned ‘that’ general. General Blue noticed and smirked, he hadn’t changed one bit at all.
“Noted and rejected” No sooner had he said that, Jyuunana-go found his path blocked by a forearm, belonging to the same persistent and annoying general.
“You’re so cold. Have you forgotten those hot, passionate nights? I haven’t”
The same hand that blocked Jyunana-go’s path, came into contact with his face; caressing his cheek. It made his skin crawl. With an annoyed snarl, he smacked that disgusting hand from his face; turning around to give the bastard a piece of his mind.
It was then that he realised he couldn’t move.
“What the hell?!” Jyunana-go started to panic. He could not control his limbs, his body was frozen in place, not even his fingers would twitch.
“Oh yes… did I neglect to mention? I picked up a few tricks during my travels. I call this one ‘look into my eyes’. A very useful trick if I do say so myself. Now… where were we… oh yes…” General Blue gripped Jyuunana-go’s jaw, forcing his face upwards; bruising his lips with a rough kiss.
…
“Mmmm… exquisite… better than the usual whores we see around here” he grinned when he heard an angry curse beside him, belonging to the black haired man. “Now don’t take it in a bad way, it was a compliment. You’re still tight, like a virgin… I would have thought you were, if I hadn’t taken you to my bed years back. Ah… fond memories”
“Shut your mouth!” Jyuunana-go turned around, lashing out at the man. His body now freed but not for long; the general had anticipated his attack and ensnared his body once again when Jyuunana-go turned around.
“Bastard!” he glared, that being the only thing he could do under the influence of the general's psychic eyes.
“You never learn” he smirked, amused at the failed attempt. He brought Jyuunana-go's hand down; re-positioning his body gently on the bed once again, in a mock show of tenderness and whispered in his ear. “I was your commander and now I’m the general of the king’s army. I’m always many steps ahead of you, I’ll always be better than you. You had your chance as commander and you blew it, too many failures would make you look incompetent. I, for one, am not unhappy with this outcome” he caressed the ‘unresponsive’ body in front of him, stroking a strong thigh before focusing on his favourite feature of the man under him.
Jyuunana-go hissed when a finger forced its way into his already sore and abused sphincter. Fuck!
“Want to know the secret to my success, nana-kun? Failure isn’t an option. You better get the job done; whatever means necessary, but you can never do that, can you? How many times must you be stepped on before you learn…” he forced another finger in, his loin tightening when he heard Jyuunana-go respond with a strained whimper.
“Who do you think has been on a successful hunting spree before you, you saw didn’t you? You must have stumbled across a village or two during your search”
“It was you…” of course he did… he had seen the extent of the damages; he had seen with his own eyes, the burned remains of the forest he had chased the priest into before his escape, and 2 other villages before fate had him encounter the party again. “The forest fire, the village destructions… those were your doing…” he quickly connected the dots.
“With his majesty’s blessings. It was a shame I had to kill the young boys though, but duty comes first. They could have been the travellers, you understand” he removed his fingers, moving in between Jyuunana-go’s legs as he towered over him; hard and ready for the next bout of sex.
The king condoned this madness… This latest piece of news left Jyuunana-go sick with a feeling of disgust; and a second wave followed by the sharp impalement of a thick member as it pushed past his ring of muscle, forcing its way deep within him.
“If you want to rise above your position, then you’ll have to learn to do the same” he brought the man’s hips closer to his own. “And if you want to survive, you do what’s expected of you; in this case you do as I say”
“I’d die on the field first” he scowled, giving his best black look.
“Oh?” in that instant, he plunged deep, taking a sadist delight in the man’s pain. “Not every soldier dies in the frontline, most of them ‘disappear’ unnoticed, sometimes in an unmarked, nameless grave and became fertiliser for the earth. Would anyone miss you if you died, nana-kun? You should know; you can be replaced very easily. His majesty proved my point, when he had you replaced just hours ago.”
He screamed out; in frustration and pain as he was once again ridden hard. Torn apart within, not by the physical abuse but the mental and perhaps a part of it was spiritual as well. As a soldier in the service of the king, he had given his solemn oath to pledge his life to serve, to submit to the king’s will; a tyrant, not a king.
It was a disgrace to be demoted and a worse shame to break his oath, but he would willingly swallow that shame; all of this must be stopped.
He would not be a tool for the king’s madness and he refused to be this man’s plaything again!

“I’m not feeling up to it… I’m sorry” Tarble apologised, lying inside the tent.
“Then get some rest, I’ll scout” Turles got up on his feet, having just volunteered to take the next shift.
“Are you alright, Tarble?” Goku popped his head into the tent Tarble shared with Vegeta.
“I'm fine... I'm just... tired...” Tarble evades his eyes elsewhere, looking for all the world like he was miserable and he was... just not the way the others saw it; they believed Tarble was still traumatised by the tentacle incident 2 days ago.
“Then I'll...”
“I'll stay with him, Vegeta” Goku spoke first. “One meele and a spell caster should be fine... even out the roles”
Vegeta considered Goku's suggestion... it was an ideal arrangement... and if anything... Goku can hold his own and take care of Tarble.
He nodded.
“We'll be back soon. Watch yourselves”
...
“I got these. It should be enough with some leftovers” Turles brought out 3 horrifying looking creatures that looked suspiciously like a crossover between an oversized chicken and a lizard.
“What are those?” Vegeta stared, goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin.
“Assassin cocks, not as tasty as the hens but less dangerous to catch. What?” he asked, having noticed Vegeta’s look of… disgust? Oh… “Relax, they taste alright, the texture’s not what you’re thinking”
“I thought you only eat fish?” Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t hunt any animals and these aren't. Believe it or not, it’s a monster; kind of. There’s even a hunter’s guild in the city where you can get paid if you bring these in. 1 gold coin for an adult male and 3 gold coins for an adult female. Eggs are 30 silvers each”
“Right. Monsters… and that makes me want to eat it? So the females are more prized”
“They’re tastier, but also bigger and more dangerous… the females have the ability to turn any flesh and blood creatures into stone. The males are smaller but they’re strong. See their feet? They got strong muscles and bones here… one kick and they can break a man's toe bones. They’re used for breaking the stone turned victims into smaller pieces, after that the females will turn them back to flesh and blood. That's how the adults hunt. They’re solitary, so each pair keeps to themselves, if you happen to see one, the other won’t be far away, but it's unlikely to find more than a pair in the same area. Not even their chicks are allowed to stay in their territory” Turles explained, for once speaking more than a few sentences without adding anything sexual in it.
Vegeta immediately looked beyond the direction Turles came from before.
“Relax, will you? These are young males; they’re not ready to mate” Turles placed his kill in a bag, minimising the smell of fresh blood.
“If we’re done here, let’s…?” Vegeta’s sentence was cut short when Turles wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into his embrace.
“You promised me we’d talk. We’re alone now, Vegeta” gently, he turned Vegeta around. Unable to resist any longer, he sought out the other man’s lips; brushing their lips together. He moved a hand; bringing it downwards.
(Turles HP – 68, 5132/5200)
He groaned… once again Vegeta responded with a blow to his guts. “Damn it, Vegeta! What's wrong now!?” Turles was getting fed up with Vegeta’s constant cock-blocks.
“Horny bastard! I agreed we’d talk but all you do is push for sex!” Vegeta pushed Turles off, only to have his wrist captured.
“We’re not done here”
“Yes, we are! Let go!”
It was a similar scene, out of a scenario… that scenario being the cave they’ve taken refuge in, some time ago before they met up with Goku. Vegeta struggled, doing his absolute best to put distance between himself and Turles. It wasn’t because he was afraid, far from it, it was another thing entirely; it was the harsh truth that Turles, for all his affection was still a game stimulation… eventually Goku and himself, they would have to leave this world behind. To allow himself to get this close would only bring about a familiar ache.
A moment of distraction and Turles had the upper hand, he was quicker after all. Vegeta found himself backed against the thick trunk of a tree; Turles blocked his escape with both hands on either side of him. He gripped the tree with his fingers, strength willing; he would have torn off the bark if he had the strength to.
“I really want to strangle you… do you have any idea how crazy you’ve been driving me all this time? Damn it, Vegeta! I know I behave like a manwhore, but my feelings for you are true! It has always been you, just you! You’ve been giving me nothing but confusing signals! You wanted this, I could smell your desire, yet you keep pushing me away!” he stopped, taking a much needed deep breath to calm his nerves. “Yes, I want to fuck you… but I also want to hold you tight. If I had my way, I’d hide you so no one could take you from me…”
For once, Vegeta did not have a smart comeback. He remained transfixed at the sight of Turles, a frustrated man who looked close to breaking.
Damn game… it was becoming harder to remember… none of this was real…
“Is it because of Goku? Is he more than a friend? Just tell me, Vegeta… I need to know. Don’t dangle a bait in front of me and not expect me to bite”
“What? No! Leave him out of this. He’s a friend and it’s none of your...!”
“Then what’s holding you back? What’s stopping you? Is there something about me you don’t like?” Turles removed his hands from the tree, placing them on Vegeta’s shoulder.
Just like the episode in the cave, Vegeta felt his resolve crumbling. Damn the bastard!
“You idiot… Goku and I are not from this world. You know this… and still you… you damn fool… you’ll only bring yourself pain; pain that could have been avoided” he spoke without conviction. He looked away, unable to bring himself to face Turles; not when he had directed that accusation at himself as well, and especially not when he was aware he mirrored the same pained look Turles had. A hand rested against his cheek, coaxing Vegeta’s focus back to the man in front of him, gently, he stroked his cheek.
“You’re worth it” Turles brought his arms around Vegeta, feeling a heavy weight lifting from his chest when the man did the same. “I love you…”

“They’re late…” Goku was getting restless; it wasn’t like Vegeta to be this late and Turles was usually fast during scout duties. Had something happened…
“I’ll be fine, Goku. If you want to see if they need help…” Tarble spoke from inside the tent.
“I better... here Tarble” Goku’s hand entered the tent, putting his sword beside Tarble.
“? But that’s your sword, Goku. You’ll need it”
“I’ll just use another sword, no worries… you keep it with you. If it vibrates, you’ll know there’s danger around. I’ll be quick”
…
“Ahhh… Turles…” Vegeta steadied himself, resting his hands against the tree in every similarity like a cat clawing a tree. It didn’t hurt as much as before but he was barely able to keep up with Turles; the man was too vigorous.
“Sorry Vegeta… I’ll try to go slow” Turles slowed down his pace; taking extra care not to grip Vegeta’s waist too tightly in his eagerness… but balls… he had too much pent up energy. It was difficult to be considerate when his own member was on fire, demanding he get the release he had been denied for so long.
That and... there was a change in the air.
Turles could feel it; it wasn’t the same as their first coupling. It was good then, no matter the circumstance or how it happened, but this second time; he couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something else in the mix. And that something was Vegeta, the circumstances surrounding him, his acceptance; his willingness to couple was… very enhancing.
The familiar reddish, oval mark caught his eye. He ran his hand over it, stroking that very spot, delighted at Vegeta’s reaction; a uke’s reaction and it was beautiful coming from him. His uke…
Vegeta shivered, his face becoming flushed by a simple caress along his hip… what was that… he turned slightly, curious; blushing more when he caught the sight of Turles thrusting forward, grinding his groin against his hip in a most embarrassing but sexy manner.
His body responded to every thrust from Turles, his own member hardening as Turles explored his inner depths. He reached beneath, seemingly to want to stroke himself when Turles stopped him, by wrapping his own hand over it.
Vegeta cried out, unable to silence his pleasure as Turles ran his hands along his shift. His fingers teased at his glans, rubbing in a circular motion before stroking Vegeta’s under shaft along the base, like he would stroke under a cat’s chin.
“Turles! You bastard…” Vegeta cursed, having been reduced to unsated mess; becoming even more frustrated at the man when he pulled away.
“Lie down, Vegeta” Turles coaxed him gently, deciding to change to a more comfortable position; smiling when Vegeta gave him a dirty look but compiled, allowing him to tower over him as they continued their love play.
…
“Turles! You bastard…”
That was Vegeta’s voice. Goku picked up the pace, and stopped when a loud moan reached his ears… he moved closer, but quietly, until he located the source.
Goku swallowed. His heart beating at an unbelievable rate, his mind going into a blank.... Vegeta? He watched as his friend laid on his back, willingly, he was allowing this... a second moan from Vegeta and Goku's body stiffened... the sight and the sounds his friend was making... and Turles... the way they were joined at the hips... oh god...
Far from being disgusted; Goku realised to his shock that he was semi-erected... he brought a hand to his member... feeling what he already knew... It was the second time this had happened, the first being in the room at the tavern with Vegeta, but this time... he brought the same hand towards his chest... there was a dull ache, and it was throbbing more than his member.
Oblivious to Goku's presence, both men continued their activity; screwing out in the open, in plain view where the forest they believed, was the only witness.
Turles kept at his speed; the scent from Vegeta's arousal was strong, masking any other scent he would have otherwise been able to pick up. He roared, spilling his load inside Vegeta just as the uke beneath him reached his peak, coating them both with cum.
Turles leaned over him, giving him another kiss. This act was the last straw for Goku. He moved away; retreating back to their camp.
“You're heavy, get up” Vegeta pushed at Turles' chest.
“Ah... I can't... I'm stuck”
“What do you mean... you're stuck?” Vegeta asked... slowly.
“No need to worry... it's normal... I kind of got knotted inside of you... it'll wear off soon. I promise”
“WHAT!? You idiot!”
“I'm part wolf, I can't help it!”
...
Tarble's hands shook as he emptied the contents of the small packet into a jug of ale, then poured them into 3 cups. White mist... a colourless and odourless powder that can easily be administered into food or drink. A potent poison that can shut down a grown man's system... and there was enough in there to kill 5 men.
He jumped, startled by the sound of approaching footsteps; then relaxed again but only slightly upon realising it was Goku.
“? Goku.... you're back... where's Vegeta and Turles? Tarbles looked behind Goku. “Can't find them? Goku?” almost immediately, Tarble noticed the look on Goku's face... It wasn't a face that he recognised. He saw a face that's trying to look reassuring, but beneath that poorly masked facade, there were many other faces...
“They'll be back soon” Goku tried to sound as neutral as he could, but with what he saw still fresh in his mind... it was a challenge. “Got a drink, Tarble?”
“Hai... help yourself...” Tarble gestured to the jug and the 3 cups of ale.
“Thanks...” Goku reached forward to grab a cup, unaware Tarble had not blinked once.
Tarble watched as Goku took hold of the poison ale, the whole time clenching, unclenching his fist... finally he brought his hands together in a tight ball, willing he stop shaking...
“Not having any, Tarble?”
“Eh!? No... I better not... still not feeling too good...” he lied, stammering on his words.
“Oh. Ok then” Goku accepted his reason, bringing the cup to his lips.

To be continued ~

Finally got my scripts back, but man... I'm exhausted... work mostly and I didn't realise just how tired my body was... believe it or not I knocked out for 1.5 days straight and I could have slept on if my parent's didn't wake me up for food.
As always I hope everyone enjoyed this.
Don't forget to tell me what you think, have a great day everyone~ XD
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