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Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil

By Sefiru

Summary: Kakarott and Vegeta travel to New Namek to wish on
the Dragonballs. But someone else is after the Dragonballs too. Sex! Violence!
Bread machines!

This chapter: the adventurers leave for New Namek. Lemonette.

pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

warnings: NC-17, yaoi, BDSM, violence, language, oral, anal � and of course,
pure evil.

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

Chapter 2

Kakarott
teleports straight to my side; he pauses a bare moment to see if I�m doing
anything delicate, then spins me around and kisses me. I eagerly kiss him back
just to taste him on my tongue. From somewhere nearby Gohan exclaims, �Can�t you
two stay off each other for more than five seconds?�

�No,� we reply
in unison.

�How did the
meeting go?� I ask as we step apart.

�Fairly well. We
figured out how to keep the Saiyans and Humans off each other�s backs, but
it�ll take the Namek Dragonballs. Is there room for three in that ship?�

�At least the
cabins are soundproof,� Gohan grumbles. �Yeah, there�s room for eight. What are
you wishing for?�

�To bring back
the planet Vegetasei,� Kakarott answers � and then has to stop when I pull him
into a passionate kiss, purring like a high-performance engine. Our own planet!
I haven�t realized how much I missed it until he mentions it.

�Well, I can
see you think it�s a good idea,� Gohan says to me. �Are we being kicked out of
Earth then?�

�No, anyone who
wants to can stay, and likewise humans and Nameks will be able to live with
us.� He looks down at me, still plastered against his side. �You think you can
hold it together long enough for our spar, or should I just take you now?�

�I didn�t need
to hear that!�

�Of course I
can still spar, Kakarott.� But the look I give him promises it will be a long
and interesting evening.

�Urg. I�d
better double-check that soundproofing.�

***

The capsule
corporation spacecraft lifts off without difficulty, exactly on schedule. Gohan
pilots; I sit next to him watching the engine readouts and feeling Kakarott
stare at me from behind. I am frustrated. First he�s going to bring back my
homeworld, and says it like it�s no big deal. And then when I want to show my
appreciation, he refuses to touch me for the whole week until we leave.
I�m sure he�s up to something.

We leave Earth�s
atmosphere and Gohan puts the ship on autopilot. �All right, now we can go
settle into our home for the next two weeks.� We release our seatbelts, walk
through the main cabin (where Gohan has put up a sign saying �clothing
required�) and step into our own compartment. As might be expected, it is a
bare metal box with a bed folded up into one wall, a table and seats folded
into the other, and some storage drawers.

�The d�cor could
use a little work,� I comment.

�True, I need
something attractive to look at. Take off your clothes.� Smirking, I obey and
then strike a pose, kneeling with my hands stretched over my head. I�m hard;
actually I�ve been hard all day, just from being in Kakarott�s presence. He
grins. �Just imagine. Two weeks together in this room. With nothing to do but
eat, sleep and � �

�Kami, Kakarott,
shut up and take me!�

�Oh, yes.� He
starts to undress. �I�m going to take you in every way, in every position.� His
words touch that deep part of me, that core of instinct and emotion that the
world never sees; the part of me that wants nothing more than to feel his power
over me. I gasp and fall to the floor with my hands behind my neck, tail raised
over my back and thighs spread wide. A silent plea: take me, take me now,
and leave nothing behind. It�s been a long five days.

He wastes no
time in answering me; clothes hit the floor, lube is squeezed out and then he�s
on top of me. He thrusts into me without preparation, much like our first time,
and like that time I accept him easily. I howl from the sheer joy of having him
inside me again. No room for thought; our passions rise much too fast. I barely
have time to register the pleasure before it crashes over me, stealing my voice
and making my limbs convulse. Just two thrusts later Kakarott explodes with a
mighty bellow. He rolls me over and we look at each other; we can both tell
that this has done no more than take the edge off.

�Two weeks,�
Kakarott says.

�Will I still be
able to walk by then?�

�Not if I can
help it,� he grins. I smirk back. Two whole weeks. Of course we can�t do this all
the time � we�ll have to help run the ship, I�m sure Kakarott wants to spend
time with his son, and we have to eat and sleep sometime. But the rest of the
time I�ll be right here, on the floor of our cabin, waiting on Kakarott�s
pleasure. �I�m going to see how long you can last,� he says. �I�ll take you so
hard that you�ll think you�re being split in half. Or I�ll torture you slowly
until you beg for mercy.�

�You think you
can make me beg?�

�I know I can.�
Of course it�s true. He knows exactly how to make me beg and enjoy every minute
of it. The mere thought has me aroused. Kakarott leans down and licks me on the
lips, then gets a look on his face that says something�s just occurred to him.
He stands up and sticks his head out the door. �Gohan! Is the soundproofing
working so far?�

�Yes. Never
ask me that question again.�

I sit up on the
floor. �Are you trying to traumatize him, Kakarott?�

�He�s an adult,
he needs to learn to deal with it.� He rakes me up and down with his gaze. It�s
at moments like this that he looks his most commanding: hands braced at his
sides, tail poised behind him, brows drawn down in a ferocious stare. His
battle stare. Kami, how could I ever think about destroying such magnificence
simply because it threatened my unstable, hollow pride? That was weakness. This
is strength. I lift my chin to show my collared throat, basking in his gaze.

His tail flicks.
�Open up the bed, Vegeta.� Of course. I stand and pull the bed down to its
useable position; behind me Kakarott rummages in the storage drawers. �On your
back,� he orders. Better and better. I spread myself out enticingly, and he
climbs on top of me; without delay he attaches leather cuffs to my wrists and
ankles and chains them to the eyebolts conveniently set in the bed�s corners.
(I�ve planned ahead.) �Now,� he says, �I believe I said something about making
you beg.�

�Do your worst,
Kakarott.�

�Count on it.�

***

I like Gohan. He�s such an easy target.

Next chapter: an analysis of the socioeconomic factors
affecting the development of the Saiyan settlement on Earth � just kidding. Pure
Evil Lemon! Kakarott and Vegeta make up for lost time.
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