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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much

By Sefiru

Pairing: G/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Yaoi

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z and I make no money, only lemonade.

Animeslave18: no mpreg in this one, he’s just going to turn them into girls. ^^

Zofo: I like pie. And you ain’t seen goo yet.

I know it’s finals time for a lot of my readers … me too, except this year I was marking the durned things! (penmanship, people >.< ahem … excuse me)

I’m going to be putting this story on hiatus in a few more chapters, after Goku does the God thing, mostly because I have three other stories in the queue which I would like to see the light of day (one DBZ, one Pokemon and one Transformers).

In this chapter: Roofing, rituals and a lemon.

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Chapter 18: God/father

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       Goku touched down on Capsule Corp’s lawn with a satisfied grin. He’d spoken to Brossel and gotten his support on becoming God of the Saiyans. He was astonished and pleased that Vegeta hadn’t expressed any jealousy over the plan; although, once he thought about it, Vegeta’s reason for wanting ultimate power was so that he couldn’t be dominated – a factor which was now irrelevant. And finally, the roofing tiles he’d ordered had finally arrived, and he could put the finishing touches on Gohan’s cabin.

      His son soon came bounding out the door, leaving a bulging pack on the step as he leapt into Goku’s arms. “Dad! Can we go home now? Can I talk to the old Saiyan guy? Can I go fishing in the lake?”

      Goku chuckled. “Yes, we’re going home, but you’re going to have to help me put the roof on.”

      “Ok!” Gohan jumped down to grab his pack, whistling for Kintoen at the same time. He stepped onto the cloud and was airborne so fast that it took Goku a second to catch up to him. “Hey Dad, if you and Vegeta have your tails back, can I get mine back too?”

      “Sure. I’d have to touch your butt to do it, though.” Gohan made a face, and Goku laughed again. It was good to finally have his son with him again, and away from Chichi’s temper. And he had all but two of the things he needed for the ascension ritual: a diagram to be laid out on the ground, which he’d gotten from Kami; a bag of salt to draw it with; a length of undyed fabric to wear; and three witnesses of the people he intended to represent. Since he wanted to govern a species, and not a planet, he would also need a small amount of blood, willingly given; he wouldn’t have a problem getting that. He’d gotten a nice dish to put it in, since if this worked it would count as a historical artifact. The only other thing he needed was a cloudless dawn.

       But before religion came roofing. As he soared over the clearing around his lodge, Goku saw that Vegeta was still engrossed in his reading, draped over a thick tree limb with the book propped in front of him and knees and elbows dangling over the sides. Gohan landed Kintoen and immediately darted into the half-finished cabin, yelling with delight. “Vegeta,” Goku called, “I’ve got a project that needs an extra set of hands.”

      “I assume you mean that literally. A shame,” Vegeta commented as he set the book aside.

      “Reading been giving you ideas?”

      “Yesss.”

      “Soon,” Goku promised him.

      “Can we be of assistance?” Brossel asked. He and his monks emerged from the trees, each with a dead deer slung across his back. Goku scratched his neck and prepared to give a quick lesson in roof tile installation.

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      The cabin roof isn’t that big, and with six adult Saiyans racing to complete it, we finish in less than two hours. To my surprise, Persil completes his section first; perhaps he’s not entirely useless. Kakarott is the slowest, mainly because he is dominant enough not to care about one-upmanship. He sets the final tile on with a flourish, then gives the entire structure a shake. Nothing comes loose.

      “Yay!” shouts Gohan. “I’m going to unpack!” After he runs inside, Kakarott dismisses the monks to tend to the deer carcasses. This leaves just me and him standing on the cabin roof. I look up at him.

      “Now can I suck your cock?”

      He grins, and nods. “Let’s go to the back porch.”

      He leans against the arm of the striped canvas sofa and has me lie between his legs. My pulse comes faster in anticipation. The newness of this still hasn’t worn off: that I may give pleasure to another. To my master. He bends down and lays his lips over mine, sending his breath into my lungs. Then he lets me go and presses a finger to my lips. I reach out with my tongue to taste it, wrap around it, slowly draw it into my mouth and let it slide out again. He starts to purr; the sound ruffles all the fur on my tail and makes me wet underneath. I go on to the next finger, lapping at it, mimicking what I will soon do to other parts of him. His tail wraps around my wrist and guides my hand to his waistband. With careful movements, I loosen it and draw out his shaft and balls. He is half hard; his sac is heavy with seed. I cup it in my hand as I continue to suckle on his fingers. My skin heats. I sink lower against his stomach; he curls his tail around my waist.

       His thighs press close around my flanks, and one foot hooks behind my hips. I am surrounded by him. Then I slide lower still, and there it is, right before me. Rising to its full thickness. I reach out my tongue to it, and at the first touch a spark leaps from my head all the way to the tip of my tail. His flavor invades my mind, driving out all other thoughts; all I am aware of is his flesh against my lips and his ki all around me. I slide my mouth over his tip and moan at the feeling of being entered. I must have more. I swallow him to the root, purring around him, only vaguely noticing that I am pushing my hips into the air like a beast in heat.

       Kakarott shifts and rolls me onto my side against the back of the sofa; I barely understand what’s going on … until he draws his hips back and slowly thrusts into my mouth. Fire surges through me. This is not the slow heat that comes when he pins me down, no; this is pure, blazing lust. I latch onto his hips with both hands to try to make him move faster, but of course it is futile. He sinks deep into my throat, then pulls back until I can taste the first drops of his fluid on my tongue before sliding slowly in again. Every ridge and vein brushes past my lips. I breathe in his musk and feel his ki roil around me. I writhe in his grip as a climax surges through me, but he is not finished. He keeps moving, slowly, implacably; the fire in my nerves is not quenched, it builds until I shudder through climax again. And again. And only then does Kakarott spill his seed, pouring it into my stomach in a steaming torrent. I make a noise of protest as he leaves me, but I know that I am too drained to continue.

       He draws me up against his chest. “Be careful what you wish for,” he murmurs.

       “Bullshit. That was fantastic.” I glance down and see that somehow I’m still wearing my work clothes. “These shorts will never be the same, though.”

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So getting tied up puts Vegeta in subspace, but face-fucking turns him on.

… Three guesses and the first two don’t count. ^___^

Next chapter: Goku becomes a god. Expect groveling.
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