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Desecration: Feral	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4687 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Desecration: Feral

By Sefiru

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal.
Actually pretty tame considering the source material ^^;

Pairing: Vegeta x Goku

Disclaimer: I own Dragonball only
in my freams and Akira Toriyama�s
nightmares. Thank you to Vixen for letting me use her
story idea.

Here is the continuation of the �Feral� scenario, in which
we discover that Vegeta has bitten off way, way more than he can chew (he�ll
seem a bit OOC, but there�s a reason for that).

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Chapter 2: Instincts

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�� Vegeta scowled at
his new bed. It was a grand bed, a luxurious bed, a four-posted monster draped
around with velvet curtains. Bulma had teased him
about buying furniture to suit his royal station; how she would laugh if she
knew what the bed really reminded him of. The truth was, when its curtains were
drawn, it was just the same size as a little sandstone cave lined with furs �

�� There had to be
something wrong with him. Ever since returning from the rutt,
he�d felt � mellow. Or less irritable, at any rate; that might be due to
properly working off his hormones for once, or getting his hair groomed, or the
sessions of energetic sex. But at the same time, he�d started having trouble
sleeping. His room echoed in the most annoying fashion; it was too damn big,
which had never bothered him before. He spotted the bed in an advertisement,
and immediately maxed out one of the woman�s credit cards on it; he slept like
a log as soon as he started using it. But why the hell did he feel such
nostalgia for a squalid hole in the rock? He shoved his fingers into his gloves
and stalked out to the kitchen.

�� It got worse.
Now that he was finally sleeping properly, his temper was getting shorter
again. Some days he thought he should just fry the planet and have done with
it. Even inanimate objects seemed to have it in for him: the coffee machine was
slow, the toast scalded his fingers, the orange juice was too sour and the
table wobbled. When he ki-blasted his scrambled eggs
for being too runny, Bulma apparently had enough.
Catching him by surprise, she pinched his ear and hauled him upright by it.

�� That�s it! You
are going to go visit Goku for a while. It did you
good last time � and don�t think I don�t know what you were doing with him, at
that time of year!� Before he could think about detaching her, she had pulled
him out the door and slammed it behind him. �And don�t come back until you�ve
banged him in the ass!�

�� Such language. Vegeta crossed his arms and huffed. Then he
launched himself into the air, because standing on the doorstep like an idiot
was beneath his dignity, and considered the terms of his exile. Maybe a good
lay was just what he needed; the woman had ceased to interest him months ago,
so he hadn�t gotten any since parting with Kakarott-the-beast. Either that, or a good fight should serve to release his tension,
and if he entered the feral Saiyan�s territory he was
sure to get one or the other. He turned in that direction.

�� Two hours�
flight brought him to the edge of Kakarott�s territory, deep in the forest. He
landed on a high branch and considered his options. Kakarott did still have the
abilities of a Super Saiyan, so chasing him down
without warning would be a bad idea. But how could he communicate his
intentions � ? His body moved on reflex. He drew a
deep breath, stretched his neck out and, �Ayoooooooooooooo!�

�� His breath let
out and he abruptly sat down on the branch. How embarrassing. He�d acted on
impulse like, well, like a feral idiot, and not only that, but he�d made the
call that was from one mate to another. What the fuck was wrong with him? He
didn�t get much chance to brood over it, because here was Kakarott already,
leaping from branch to branch through the forest canopy below him. The feral Saiyan hopped up onto the tree limb opposite him, his head
cocked with curiosity. �Vegeta,� he chirped, as if this was some insightful comment.

�� Vegeta snorted.
He doubted if Kakarott understood this was his name, or even remembered what a
name was, but somewhere in that morass that Kakarott called a brain, that set
of sounds was deeply connected with one particular person. Him.
He decided he might as well feel flattered. �Morning, Kakarott.�

�� Kakarott yipped
joyfully and jumped across to Vegeta�s branch, landing right beside him. He
rubbed his face on Vegeta�s shoulder, then seemed to
take exception to his clothes; he tugged on a sleeve with a complaining whine.
Vegeta snorted; maybe the feral had a point. He unbuckled his armor, removed
his boots and gloves, then peeled off his body suit and wrapped everything up
in it. He wouldn�t need clothes on this excursion. The moment he was bare,
Kakarott tried to start nuzzling him again; he swatted him away and made a
noise of his own. A deeper bark, which signified, let�s go.

�� Kakarott replied
with a similar bark and bounded off to another tree a hundred yards away.
Vegeta grinned and followed; he�d let the feral make the next move, since he
knew his own range better. And while flying might be faster, Vegeta had to
admit that all this leaping through the trees was � fun. When was the last time
he�d actually had fun? Ah yes, during the last mating season � Kakarott had
stopped, the set of his tail signaling that he�d seen something. Vegeta
followed his gaze: a herd of dinosaurs was grazing on the open bank of a
stream. Good. He could use some fresh meat. At his approving growl, Kakarott
dropped to the ground to begin the stalk.

�� Together they
cut a dinosaur from the herd, chased off the others, fought it, pulled it down,
severed its throat. Not even using ki
attacks, just raw muscular strength, feeling flesh tear under his fingers,
tasting blood on his fangs. His jaws opened and he roared, the Saiyan hunting call; Kakarott answered him. Truly there was
nothing more fearsome in all the universe than Saiyans bent on the kill. Kakarott bent down and ripped
open the animal�s belly, ignoring the blood that splattered over him; he pulled
out the liver and held it out to Vegeta.

�� The prince took
it, and lounged on the carcass�s back while he chewed.
This had been a good idea after all; the weather was fine, he liked a good
fresh liver, and � Kakarott looked good in red. Vegeta leaned over to grab a
kidney and offer it to the feral Saiyan. It was a bit
like feeding biscuits to a dog, except that this dog would feed him back;
Kakarott was handing him � er � something. He didn�t
bother too much with anatomy as long as it was edible.

�� As the sun
tracked across the sky, they went on sharing the kill with each other, at first
with Vegeta tossing gobs of flesh for Kakarott to catch in midair. They
gradually moved closer and closer until they were practically kissing around
the pieces of meat. Vegeta had his arm around Kakarott�s neck, and Kakarott�s
tail was wrapped around his calf. The bones were picked clean, and they turned
to licking the congealed blood from each other�s skins. Vegeta�s mind wandered
on to other �appetites.�

�� Kakarott tasted
sweet, much better than Bulma did. Vegeta pushed him
flat on the grass and nibbled at him, making the feral purr. The furry tail
wrapped around his cock and stroked; he growled and rocked his hips into it.
He�d had the foresight to save some chunks of grease from their meal, and now
he started smearing it on the relevant place. Slowly. He
had no reason to waste time on this � but on the other hand, he liked to see
Kakarott squirm. A finger on his ring accomplished that quickly, and Vegeta
smirked. Kami, what a sight. His head was thrown back, eyes half closed,
one hand clutching the grass while the other wrapped around the prince�s back,
and he was making the most delightful little whines of need.

�� Enough. Vegeta oiled his cock; then, grasping Kakarott�s
knees, pushed them up and outward so that he had a clear path to thrust into
him. Ah, Kami. The heat enveloped him, unlike
anything born on this planet. He let his instincts take over and pounded his
fellow Saiyan like a wild beast, roaring challenge to
any who would question his ownership. The creatures of the forest were silent
on the matter. Kakarott added high-pitched yips of pleasure, and his tail
thrashed against Vegeta�s shins. Two months was apparently too long for both of
them; the feral came fast and hard. The sudden pressure made Vegeta�s eyes roll
up in his head and the veins stand out on his neck as he shot load after load
of his seed. When his balls were finally empty, he curled up bonelessly on Kakarott�s chest.

�� They napped,
then took a bath and caught some fish for dinner, then fucked again, and wound
up the day grooming each other thoroughly � another thing Vegeta had missed. The
sun was already on its way down when he returned to his tree to retrieve his
clothes. Kakarott marked his departure with a drowsy, �mmm,
�geta,� but didn�t move from his patch of grass. As
Vegeta dressed, three thoughts struck him. First, that he was as relaxed now as
he had been just after the rutt; this could only be
good. Second, that he�d spent the day running around naked eating raw meat, and
after his initial greeting he hadn�t spoken a single word. That was disturbing.
And third, the whole time he�d had no thoughts at all about tormenting
Kakarott, or mocking him, or even gloating over his situation. And for the life
of him, he didn�t know what to make of that.

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Vegeta�s acting strange! Stop the presses! :P

In the next chapter, various characters try to figure out
what�s going on. And Vegeta gets PO�ed (Stop the
presses!)

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