Hormone Therapy | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10207 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Humor.
Sex.
I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.<
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Vegeta
woke up this time, in a pile ofves.ves.
He blinked, stared, tried to remember how he got here. What he had been doing. Why his shoulder hurt so much. When he finally sat up, he was greeted with
the site of a giant-ass fish, steaming and smelling both delicious and
disgusting. Kakarot was smiling at him,
and when Vegeta failed to reach up and take the fish, the hot meal was dumped
on his lap, and Goku retreated a few yards to finish eating his own
dinner. But the baka’s eyes never left
Vegeta.
Details
filtered back. Kakarot had bit
him. Bulma had drugged him and changed
his gender. Kakarot had BIT HIM?! That stupid asshole! How dare he do something like that! Vegeta craned his neck and tried to see the
bite, and found that half his shoulder was bloody from the injury. The bite itself had stopped bleeding a while
ago, but the blood congealed and crusted on his skin. Vegeta couldn’t remember much about these sorts of things, but he
knew that this was a very bad thing indeed.
Everything in him was shifting around, and he felt that soere ere along
the way he was losing something important.
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“Eat,”
Kakarot said.
And
Vegeta did. Just like that. An automatic response. He was eating because that big Baka told him
to. And though he tried his hardest, he
couldn’t break the compulsion, couldn’t even figure out why exactly he wanted
to fight, just knew that he didn’t want to be ordered around by the other
Saiyan because he was the Prince and Goku was the third class, and if anyone
should be ordering anyone it would be the other way around.
Yet,
here he was, tearing chunks out of the fish and chewing them and swallowing
them all because that baka had told him to.
Not
good.
Once
the fish was gone, Vegeta sucked the juice off his fingers, and having
satisfied the command, he went back to staring at the bite on his shoulder,
trying to figure out what it would mean.
He wasn’t exactly an adulen hen his entire planet was destroyed and he didn’t
exactly have a great deal of time to sit around and attempt to read the
histories of the universe to try and get a glimpse of what the Saiyan race had
been like. But he had this odd
suspicious that he had been claimed.
Which was not good, because he did know that the males of the Saiyan race
were always the dominant. Once a woman
was claimed she was subservient, she was obedient and she generally didn’t do
much other than breed, whelp and raise children. Which in itself was a great honor, because it was the mother’s
place to teach the young until they were of age to be enlisted in more advanced
training programs.
Vegeta
was going to kill Bulma. He was going
to rend her limb from limb and laugh as she bled to death.
“Hey.
Vegeta,” Goku said. He scratched the
back of his head, and then laughed nervously.
“Sorry about the bite.”
“You
should be!” Vegeta crossed his arms
over his chest and wondered if trying to stand up would be a good idea. Probably not, considering every time he
stood, the world changed funky colors all around him. So he just sat there, indignant.
Trying to figure out what it was exactly that Kakarot had inadvertently done
when he bit Vegeta. If there was a way
to reverse it. pan>pan>
“Hey,
Vegeta…” Goku moved forward, “What’s that smell?”
And
the compulsion was there again, to answer Kakarot honestly and do as he
said. “It’s me.”
“Why?” He was very close now, sniffing, hovering
around the bite mark. “Because
unless you intend to allow me to fuck you, you’re going to have to give me a
few minutes!” He used his arms to push
at Goku’s chest until he felt him slide completely out of his body.
Goku
sighed, pouted, and moved back to sit and stare at Vegeta.
~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Yeah, Smut!
Gk: Can we
do it again now?
Vegeta: No.
Gk: Now?
Vegeta: No.
Gk: Now?
Vegeta:
LEAVE ME ALONE!
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