Taste of Crimson

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.


A/N: There are so many wonderful other author’s fics. that I have read. It’s a huge list. If I were to try and list them all, it would be a whole separate chapter.

Many, many, many thanks go to Mechanical Butterfly. Thank you.


Type of story: PWP, A/U
Rating-R
Pairing: Vegeta x Goku, lemon, yaoi- warning this chapter contains Male/Male sexual acts. Somewhat non-con.

“x” indicates spoken dialog

‘x’ indicates thoughts

~X~ indicates telepathy

Second Chapter- ‘Manipulated’

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Vegeta headed towards the courtyard. It was a little sooner than he had warned Bra about earlier, but he had felt their kis spike a few moments ago. He growled dangerously while nearing the door. Things weren’t going as he had planned. Pausing by the door his suspicions were confirmed. “Harder,” he heard Bra’s muffled plea on the other side of the closed door. His daughter was jeopardizing with this little display of selfishness.

Vegeta wasn’t going to have to act angry at this discovery. He was truly enraged.

Goku had barely registered the ki signature before the door was thrust open, the doorknob sticking into the wall.

Vegeta gave himself points for not shattering it and a couple more for not crushing the wall. “What the HELL do you think your doing?” The Prince bellowed at the two occupants in the courtyard. With unbelievable speed he was next to Kakarott with one hand grasping the baka’s throat.

Bra visibly paled. She hadn’t had any doubts about her abilities to seduce Goku. The apprised hour her father had estimated for her was way longer than she had needed. She had thought her tryst with Goku would be over before her father made his appearance. ‘This was very unexpected.’ “Daddy,” she gasped. She swiftly moved away from her father’s prey, grabbing the shirt she had been kneeling on to hide her nearly naked body with. Her every action crying out that she had been scandalized.

Vegeta hoped for her sake it was more than just an act.

Goku had frozen the instant Vegeta had entered the room. The proverbial ‘Deer in the headlights.’ ‘What was I thinking,’ quickly ran through his head. ‘I wasn’t,’ his mind quickly chided. He was hardly aware of Bra’s abrupt departure, he only physically acknowledged it with a slight shiver as she pulled away from their union. Most of his attention was on the Prince’s face, so close to his own.

Vegeta spared a brief glance from Kakarott, turning his malevolent gaze toward is cowering daughter. “Get out,” he directed, pointing towards the wide open door. His arm shook with controlled rage.

Bra didn’t have to be told twice; she clutched the shirt tighter to her bare breasts and then she was out the door, yanking it closed behind her. She briefly contemplated not finding a spot to peep in on the two from. Getting as far away from her father as physically possible sounded like a great idea. ‘That would be the same as shouting ‘I’M GUILTY’ to his face though,’ she thought to herself. No, if she was going to be successful in her double-cross, she needed to act as though things had gotten out of hand.

Silence reigned in the room after the door closed. Goku still knelt on the floor, a crease of guilt marring the space between his eyebrows. ‘He’s going to kill me,’ he thought to himself with certainty.

Vegeta’s plan had been to come in here, order his naughty daughter out, start verbally ripping Goku to shreds and then seek physical retribution. That was before he had come in here and seen the two of them actually fornicating. He had seriously contemplated killing her on the spot. There had to be an explanation, but he would question her about those reasons later.

Pulling his thoughts back to the near disaster at hand he inquired, “I asked, what the HELL you thought you were doing!” Vegeta’s voice slowly crescendoed from a deadly whisper to a full-fledged roar. He gradually applied more pressure to Goku’s throat.

‘What had I been doing?’ Goku thought to him self, again. Facts, excuses and apologies ran through his head. His mouth seemed to pick one of it’s own accord, “I was tasting a lollipop.” He answered. His eyes grew wide, ‘Why the fuck did I say that?’ He covered his mouth with one of his own hands before it could betray him any further. Not thinking was an understatement. His other hand went to Vegeta’s wrist, trying to relieve some of the increasing pressure around his windpipe. He didn’t try to get away, ‘I deserve anything he wants to do to me. How would I feel if it had been Vegeta and Pan?’

Vegeta succeeded in not laughing at Goku’s answer, ‘It seems that food was the motivating factor.’ “Any last requests?” Vegeta hissed in the other sayian’s face.

“Just let me explain why,” Goku pleaded, eyes going wide. He held his arms up in a placating manner.

Vegeta made an effort to look like he was debating Kakarott’s plea. “It had better be a good explanation, otherwise this is a very bad way to waste your last request,” the shorter sayian threatened.

“She asked if I wanted to taste her lollipop, and I said yes. I had no idea her method of letting me taste the flavor of the lollipop was to kiss me.”

“It must have been a very good kiss to get from frenching to fucking her,” Vegeta observed. Goku nodded, opening his mouth to continue. He stopped as he noticed Vegeta’s eyes narrow.

Goku gulped nervously. ‘I don’t think that was the answer he wanted.’

Goku was slightly shaken up by Vegeta’s next demand. “Show me.”

“W-What?” Goku stammered.

“I said ‘Show me’ Kakarott. Are you deaf, or maybe you don’t quite understand you’re position here. Maybe if you make it as good for me as you did my daughter, I’ll let you live.”

“S-she kissed me. I didn’t…,” Goku started, but stopped when he could no longer get air out of his throat to say the words. Trying to defend his honor apparently wasn’t an option. ‘Vegeta’s not going to think his little princess is capable of such behavior.’

Suddenly Vegeta’s last sentence registered in his frantic brain. ‘Does he mean …’

“Actions, Kakarott. They speak louder than words,” Vegeta confirmed Goku’s suspicions. “Let’s just replay the whole thing. Where did you kiss her?”

Goku’s initial impulse was to say, ‘On the mouth,’ but he had a feeling that was an answer that would get him dead, fast. Taking the Prince’s advice to heart, he thought for a moment, ‘Vegeta isn’t going to want to be Bra in this. I guess that gets to be my role.’ He slowly climbed to his feet and motioned Vegeta to sit on the bench.

Vegeta’s hand never wavered in his hold on Kakarott’s throat as he did as he was mimed to do.

Goku waited until Vegeta was sitting down, before moving to straddle the Prince’s lap like Bra had his own less than an hour ago.

Vegeta never took his hand off of Kakarott’s windpipe. He did relax his elbow in order for the position not to be quite as awkward. ‘Got ‘cha where I want ‘cha,’ he thought. He almost blew the whole setup with a lewd smirk, but he managed to keep his facial features in a controlled mask of fury.

Goku leaned down to kiss Vegeta. He would have only ever dreamed of doing this, if circumstances hadn’t brought him to this moment. Since Fate had seen fit to bring him this opportunity he wasn’t going to heistate. The situation insisted on his best.

Vegeta’s eyes closed as the lips he had obsessed over for decades finally touched his own in a very sensual kiss. Kakarott’s tongue delved into his mouth and teased the Prince’s tongue into play. Vegeta wanted to growl or purr, but either one would have given the fiction away. Focusing his control on staying mute meant that he wasn’t focusing on other reactions his body was having. The fingertips of his free hand found the holes that Goku’s had dug into the bench earlier.

Goku watched Vegeta’s facial features for any clues as to whether or not this would end up being a kiss of death. However, it wasn’t Vegeta’s expression that gave Goku’s heart a hopeful flutter. It was the sudden heat below the taller sayian’s naked thighs that gave the Prince away. ‘I may live to see another dawn,’ the earth raised sayian dared to believe for a split second. The kiss lasted a moment longer before Vegeta broke the contact.

Looking up at the man still in his grasp Vegeta goaded, “That can’t have been the only reason my daughter would have let you touch her. What else happened?” He challenged, lying through his teeth about the way the kiss had affected him.

Goku tried to lean to his left, but Vegeta’s throat hold deterred his progress. “I can’t show you like this,” Goku indicated the shorter sayian’s hand. Vegeta let his hand slip to Kakarott’s collarbone. Goku’s second attempt to lean over was successful. “This happened,” he sighed into Vegeta’s ear. He felt the Prince’s nails dig into his shoulder, and heard the smaller man’s sharp inhale. Goku leaned back and looked at the other full- blooded sayian. He thought for an instant that Vegeta’s expression was…strange; but it was so brief he wasn’t really certain what emotion he had seen in the other man’s face. He followed through with the memory of what had happened next. “And then this,” he said as he leaned to the other side of the Prince and took Vegeta’s earlobe in his teeth and bit gently.

Vegeta gasped, and suddenly found Kakarott kissing him again, passionately. The Prince couldn’t help moaning softly into the intense kiss. He could actually taste the flavor of the instigating lollipop himself, ‘Cherry?’ The kiss was so involving that he didn’t notice one of Kakarott’s hands sliding down his side and snaking it’s way around his back.

Goku pressed his chest closer to the other sayian’s body, incidentally coming into closer contact with the rest of the Prince. ‘Interesting,’ he thought as he felt more evidence of Vegeta’s arousal. He was curious as to what would happen next. He received an exhilarating response when he lightly toyed with the Prince’s tail scar.

The bench had a chunk taken out of it as Vegeta’s hand convulsed. Goku’s shoulder faired a little better, his toned sayian body able to withstand the pressure applied to it by the Prince’s other hand. ‘That’s going to be a bruise shortly,’ he regretted. The pain created by the injury caused his body to release considerable amounts of adrenaline into his system. The head rush was euphoric.

Vegeta dropped the piece of cement in his hand in favor of keeping Kakarott’s hand from leaving his tail scar. His other hand moved to the back of Kakarott’s head to keep the other man’s mouth from vacating the kiss.

Goku’s nakedness did little to hide the surprising response his own body was having to this situation. He was just as hard giving, as he had been receiving earlier. “Need air,” he groaned into Vegeta’s mouth, hoping the other man would grant his request instead of taking the opportunity to make this kiss his demise.

Vegeta granted Kakarott’s request, needing a moment to pant air into his own deprived lungs.

Goku thought back about what had been next. He didn’t have the props required to do the next step, the lollipop had dissolved in his mouth earlier. Instead, he opted for taking the Prince’s head in his hands, and bringing it to his own chest. “After that I licked her nipples,” he explained his actions.

Vegeta smirked but quickly hid the expression by taking one of Kakarott’s nipples in his mouth teasing it with his tongue. Then he bit down on the hardened nub. Not enough to draw blood, but he received a pained hiss from the other man for his efforts.

Goku was shocked at the sudden pain. He did notice that Vegeta had refrained from actually biting to the point of blood, and was confused by his own reactions. His body found it oddly stimulating, while his mind was…disappointed? ‘Why would I find no blood disappointing?’

Vegeta was thrilled at the shiver that ran through Kakarott’s body. He licked the abused nipple in a sort of apology.

Goku looked down at Vegeta. He moved his hands around to the hem of the other sayian’s shirt, and lifted up. Vegeta lifted his arms to allow the garment to come off of his body, and Goku dropped it to the floor behind him. The height difference demanded that Goku climb off Vegeta’s lap in order for him to reenact what happened next. He knelt down in front of the Prince and leaned forward. Then he licked the Prince’s nipple before pulling into his mouth with strong suction. Goku contemplated biting down on it, it was almost instinctive to do so, but resisted. ‘Another good way to end up dead,’ he thought to himself.

Vegeta growled at Kakarott’s timid actions. “Bite it,” he ordered.

Goku did as he was told, taking it between his teeth and biting down, trying to use the same pressure as the other sayian had. Vegeta pressed into the bite, letting a moan escape, ‘Much better!’

Goku pulled away form Vegeta, tugging a little on his hold before letting go, saliva webbing fragilely between his lips and Vegeta’s chest for an millisecond.

Then Goku hesitated a moment. He wasn’t certain he could go through with the next maneuver.

Vegeta noticed his hesitation, “Well?”

“You’ll have to remove your pants,” Goku explained and blushed. Not being able to look Vegeta in the eyes as he explained he cast his look down, his gaze landing squarely on Vegeta’s crotch, which caused him to blush more.

Vegeta stood up and slipped the spandex like material off of his hips, and then lowered them until his erection was free. Showing just how much he was enjoying the events.

Goku waited until the Prince was sitting once again on the bench. He removed Vegeta’s boots from his feet, and then pulled the other man’s pants all the way off. He pushed the other sayian’s legs apart, in order to give his broad shoulders room. He faltered for a moment wondering if Vegeta would kill him for touching him there. ‘What’s that saying? Something like; dammed if I do, dead if I don’t?’

“Well, what are you doing? I don’t think praying was what the both of you did next,” Vegeta sneered.

Goku didn’t know how to explain, so he thought it best to go with Vegeta’s earlier advice about actions, ‘Here goes.’ He took a hold of Vegeta’s erection and bent his head lower. He licked the other man’s hard on, swirling his tongue around the whole head, before taking it into his mouth.

“Kami,” Vegeta quietly exclaimed. He involuntarily closed his eyes at the feeling of Kakarott’s hot mouth around his swollen member. Vegeta fisted one of his hands in Kakarott’s hair.

Goku pulled back and disengaged. He looked up at Vegeta to make sure the other man was okay with this. “Don’t stop,” Vegeta almost begged the other sayian.

Goku took Vegeta back into his mouth, at first just popping the head of the other man’s dick in and out of his mouth. Then he remembered how good it had felt when Bra had taken him deeper, and applied that knowledge to the current situation. He wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he should be having to this whole situation, but he was finding Vegeta’s reactions gratifying in more ways than one. The hands in his hair were clenched enough to cause pain, but the gasping and panting, ‘Oooooh.’ He hummed around the Prince’s erection, causing Vegeta to moan louder. Goku grabbed his own arousal and started to pleasure himself.

Vegeta almost didn’t want Kakarott to stop; ‘Almost.’ He had other plans than cumming down the other man’s throat. ‘This is going to hurt,’ he thought to himself. “Kakarott, stop.”

It took a moment for Goku to register the words, lost in his own world of giving and receiving.

Vegeta had to actually hold the fool’s head still. Kakarott looked up at him. The Prince took a moment to steady him self. “As good as that feels…,” he took another calming breath. He was so hard it hurt. “…I have to guess that the sex took place sometime about now.”

Goku’s eyes widened, ‘He couldn’t possibly….Oh Kami, he does.’ He knew that it was possible for two men to have sex. Trunks and Goten were a couple, and not being bashful, he had, out of curiosity, asked his son about it, once. He had quickly left his son’s presence as the description aroused him in ways he thought inappropriate considering the company he had been in.

“Well? Am I right?” Vegeta asked. He wasn’t about to let the other sayian back down now. Besides, Kakarott still thought that this was some sort of punishment, ‘Rather than rehabilitation.’

“Yes,” Goku whispered. He wasn’t certain he was ready for this. Goten had said that being…uke?…felt good, and the fantasies the description had created were phenomenal, ‘But, but…’ his mind stammered. Fantasies and reality were two very different things. He looked up at Vegeta in hopes of finding some sort of acquittal from this judgment. ‘Not going to be able to bargain my way out of this,’ Goku mentally noted.

Vegeta growled. Seeking pity was a good way not to find it, even more so when the judge and juror had so much to gain from the outcome.

Goku knew then he was going to have to finish his sentence. ‘Guess I’ll find out sooner than I’d intended.’ He stood up slowly.

Vegeta couldn’t help but notice the other man’s weeping erection. It was so tempting to take a hold of it and lick it and tease it, the way Kakarott had just been doing to his own. ‘Get a hold of yourself. If you make this good for him, there may be next time,’ he admonished himself.

Goku turned around, and went to all fours. He closed his eyes, waiting for the punishment to come. He was in for a shock.

Vegeta knew this was going to hurt the other man. He didn’t have any form of lubrication, and he had regrets about that. He still didn’t want Kakarott to figure out that he had been set up, so there had to be some pain involved, but not enough to deter him from any possible encores. So he didn’t immediately plunge deep into the other sayian, as self-gratifying as that may have been. Instead, as he knelt down behind the other male, he started playing with the other’s tail scar.

Goku groaned, as the moment of anguish he was sure to come, turned into shivers of delight as Vegeta ran fingertips over his tail scar. ‘That discovery is almost worth everything that has happened.’ He tried to press into Vegeta’s fingers, but Vegeta put a hand on his hip to stop him.

The Prince knew from experience how quickly it could go from pleasure to pain with one wrong motion. “Stay still,” he growled. When it seemed like Kakarott would comply, he let go of the other man’s hip, and brought the fingers of that hand to his mouth. He sucked on his own fingers while watching the other man shiver beneath his delicate ministrations. When the fingers in his mouth had been well lubricated with his own saliva, he brought them down to Kakarott’s opening.

Goku’s hips bucked a little as he felt the other man’s digits entering him. He had never been touched there before by another person. The shock quickly became very pleasant. ‘Why is he doing this? Is he finding some strange pleasure from not torturing me?’ He felt Vegeta’s fingers move in and out of him, and stretching him. When the other man removed his fingers he actually felt let down.

Vegeta’s head was dizzy with desire. He was trying to be patient, but Kakarott’s quivering body was too much of a temptation. He rested the head of his erection against Kakarott’s entry. He slowly pushed himself into the other man’s body, letting out a groan in both pleasure and craving. Craving to be deep inside the other sayian now, and pleasure at how good it already felt.

Goku hissed at the intrusion. There was pain, but that was overwhelmed when Vegeta started teasing his tail scar once again. He was living in both realms at once, the whole pain/pleasure polarities fogging his mind. His body decided for him, an involuntary groan of pleasure leaving his lips.

Vegeta took that as a good sign, and pushed in deeper. “Oh, yes,” he hissed quietly, sliding fully into the other man. He waited a moment savoring the heat that was Kakarott before pulling slowly back out. He slid out until only the tip of his erection was in the other man, and then pushed back in, a little faster. He never let up in his manipulation of Kakarott’s tail scar.

“Ah,” was the only the only verbal reply Goku could make to Vegeta’s actions, as though constants were no longer a part of his vocabulary. He felt the other man enter him again, and this time it hurt less. That meant that the pleasure from Vegeta’s other actions was more.

Goku started to rock back against the smaller man, but was stopped once again by a firm hand on one of his hips, “No,” was Vegeta’s reprimand. Goku whimpered, desiring more, and not getting it.

Vegeta set a slow, steady pace to get his ‘reluctant’ lover adjusted to the sensation. When Kakarott once again tried to buck up against him, he removed his fingers from the tail scar, and down to Kakarott’s other hip. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to use the leverage to slam harder into the other man. ‘Later,’ he said hopefully to himself. He knew when he had found the other man’s prostrate. Kakarott screamed in pleasure.

“Vegeta!” Goku panted after his initial outburst.

“Kakarott?!” Vegeta said, discerning the other sayian needed something.

“I-I want to cum,” Goku pleaded. He wasn’t certain if his Prince knew how much pleasure he was deriving from this strange sort of retribution. ‘What is he going to do if he knows I’m finding satisfaction in what he is doing to me?’

‘We both do,’ the Prince thought to himself. He reached a hand up to Kakarott’s shoulder. “Then grab yourself, and masturbate.” He commanded. Vegeta felt Kakarott’s body shift as the other sayian maneuvered to do as he had demanded. He didn’t slow his pace at all. When he felt the other man had adjusted his balance enough, he timed his pace to the pumping of the taller man’s hand.

Vegeta kept hitting that spot over and over. Goku wasn’t certain what it was, but, ‘Gods, that feels so good.’ He was panting in short breaths, his body straining to keep his balance as Vegeta sped up the pace. He wasn’t going to last much longer. ‘What happens if I cum first?’ His mental dilemma did nothing to stall the inevitable.

Vegeta felt Kakarott’s muscles clinch around his driving member, and raked his fingernails down the other man’s back as he felt the other sayian cum.

Goku tossed his head up as he came, and felt the burning pain climb down his back. He screamed out both his pleasure and pain.

Vegeta slammed into Kakarott once more and climaxed during the other man’s scream.

Goku’s arm collapsed at the strain, and he lowered himself the rest of the way to the cool concrete. He panted his exhaustion and fulfillment.

Vegeta went down with the other man’s motion, not ready to be separated from the other sayian’s heat yet. He panted his approval of the whole situation. He rolled them both over to their sides and then he licked at the blood he had drawn from the other male’s body.

Goku shivered as Vegeta licked his open wounds. There was something oddly satisfying about the fact that Vegeta had finally chosen to draw blood. He fell asleep trying to puzzle out why that was.

Vegeta breathed in the heady scent that was sex and blood. He closed his eyes in contentment. Kakarott had seemed to enjoy himself. He frowned a little, feeling something poking him in the shoulder. He shifted a little, not wanting to wake the other man up, and grabbed the offending object. He looked at the white stick; one of its ends was pink. He twirled it in his fingers, frowning. He fell asleep while contemplating the evidence of earlier.