Jaded

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 not making any profit from this.


Rating –NC 17
Warnings – For the whole story: Language, whips, chains, knife play, asphyxiation, character death (of a main character), torture, non-con, yaoi, M/M. OCs. Lemons, limes. OC/Goku, Goku/Vegeta, Goku/OCs, Kakarott/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku.


A/N: I’d like to thank everyone for their amazing response to the prologue.

This is a work of fanfiction. I hope everyone understood that what was in the prologue is an ideal and as adults, we realize, very little in real life ever turns out to be ‘the ideal’.

I’ve also been a very bad Macha, and forgot to thank my Beta for her valuable time, not only for beta’ing the prologue, but also this first chapter, and letting me bounce ideas off of her as I wrote the rough drafts of each chapter. THANK YOU PIXELGODDESS!


Jaded 1 - Direction

Vegeta was being awfully stubborn today. “Give it up. We both know you want this, stop fighting the inevitable,” Goku whispered darkly in the prince’s ear.

Vegeta screamed, and shook his head. Goku still didn’t understand what made Vegeta fight against what he so obviously wanted. Part of the problem with this arrangement was neither of them could talk about what they were going through, because they were too busy doing. Any time Goku had tried to turn the time spent in the room into some sort of discussion, Vegeta had either left…or deliberately pissed Goku off to the point he had no control.

Goku didn’t care for himself when he had no control. The devastation he saw wrought on Vegeta’s body later was not something he was proud of and too much like the memories of when ‘Kakarott’ had been in control. Goku wasn’t certain who would be more broken and scarred if he ever crossed the line; Vegeta, physically, or himself mentally.

Goku took note of the fact Vegeta was to the point he was no longer relying on words. Of course, this was double-edged. Firstly, Vegeta was done fighting… as much as the prince would ever be done fighting anyway. Secondly, the prince had managed to get under his skin, antagonizing him to the point Vegeta no longer felt the need to spur him verbally.

Vegeta turned and spat at him. Thankfully he missed; it was one of the more disgusting things in the prince’s repertoire. Goku slammed the elite’s cheek into the floor. “You won’t have much use of that eye despite the regeneration tank if you keep this up.” Vegeta’s eye was bruised and bloody to the point Vegeta could no longer open it, and Goku couldn’t discern where the elite’s eyelids actually were.

Vegeta heaved his body, trying to throw Goku off of him. “That was pathetic,” Goku narrated, having barely been budged, and that was only because his hand slipped from the sweat. “Going to start crying yet?” This was just a taunt…Vegeta never cried.

“Fucking bastard,” Vegeta hissed through swollen lips.

Goku sent a ki ring around Vegeta’s throat, pinning him to the floor. “Stay,” he said as he stood. Not that Vegeta had much of a choice in the matter at this point. The command was just another insult. He cinched his ki tighter as it looked like Vegeta was about to spout something. He grinned wickedly as the other grabbed a hold of the ki ring with his hands, as though that was going to help him get any air. Vegeta kicked at the floor, trying to get some relief, but Goku had lots of practice.

Goku turned his back on the struggling man as he went to the panel and grabbed a couple of objects out of it. When he returned he released his ki binding and picked Vegeta up by the throat as the prince coughed and tried to draw in air. He brought the elite into his naked lap. Gods how he just wanted to kiss the one in front of him so he stayed breathless…but he had learned a long time ago what Vegeta thought of that. “Teeth are weapons, Kakarott,” Vegeta had stated as Goku had searched frantically for a senzu, gagging on his own blood, hoping it would be enough to re-grow the missing chunk of his tongue, “Kissing is a human custom.”

Thankfully it had been enough. Lesson learned, and no permanent damage. So he turned Vegeta’s head until there was room enough for him to kiss at his sweat and blood covered neck. If there was anything that tasted better…Goku had yet to find it. There had been plenty of times Goku had left the room, vowing to never do this again, his resolve going down the drain at just the thought of this taste haunting him weeks later.

Vegeta moaned, but before the prince could get riled up over his loss of control, Goku slammed the dildo into him, redirecting the prince’s attention to much more important matters. “Stroke yourself,” Goku demanded, when Vegeta didn’t comply at once, Goku slammed the artificial phallus into him again, released his neck, took one of Vegeta’s hands into his own, and brought it down until Vegeta was holding himself.

“You know how much I like watching you,” Goku said, his voice taking on just the hint of sliminess needed for Vegeta to believe it was a perverted request, and not something asked from a lover who might find a confident Vegeta riveting.

Goku really did like watching Vegeta…but he also had other reasons. Spiteful reason. If he was going to be stuck stroking himself off in the shower after he had placed Vegeta in the regeneration tank, then the bastard would have to settle for getting himself off as well.

Goku switched hands so he could reach the other object he had brought over and placed on the floor, before he had gotten comfortable. Where else did he want to kiss?

The collarbone…Goku left nothing more than a scratch, but it was enough to snap Vegeta out of his euphoria as Goku continued to drive the lingam in and out of Vegeta’s body.

Skin, just below the shoulder and above the pectoral…a little deeper cut this time. Enough for a single red drop to well to the surface almost immediately, but not deep enough for it to spurt or gush. It had taken some practice to get this down just right, mostly because blades dulled so quickly against their skin; he had to adjust to a new blade every month. Something permanent would be nice.

Deeper criss-cross marks down Vegeta’s abs. Goku noticed Vegeta’s rhythm speeding up with each nick.

He reversed the blade and reached around Vegeta’s back, and used his nails to bite in deep as he pulled down. Vegeta arched into the touch. Goku narrowed his eyes; it was odd body language for the prince. Goku jerked the hand pumping the dildo into Vegeta harder. “You are enjoying this too much.”

Vegeta shook his head. “Liar. Stick out your tongue.” There was the slightest hesitation before Vegeta did so. Goku made a quick shallow cut across the appendage. Vegeta jerked back just the tiniest bit, but Goku had already removed the knife before it could cut deeper. It had taken Goku a long time to become stern with Vegeta, and he was still learning when the right moments to do so were. “You know better now?” Vegeta nodded. “You may close your mouth then.”

Vegeta did so, groaning as his own blood filled his mouth. The sound made Goku want to tear into Vegeta with his teeth. He used the blade instead, cutting dozens of paper cut like strokes into Vegeta’s chest and sides. He closed his eyes and blew air over the ones on Vegeta’s chest.

Vegeta actually rocked back. The action took Goku by surprise. This was the second involuntary response. Were Vegeta’s defenses crumbling just the tiniest bit? Goku resisted the urge to comment, no matter how attractive he found those actions to be.

Instead he placed the blade on Vegeta’s hip and drew it towards the prince’s back. The cut went deeper than he had intended as Vegeta jerked again. The prince’s hiss covered up his own.

Goku ran his thumb over the cut in Vegeta’s hip, bruising the already bleeding flesh. He pulled the hand behind Vegeta in sharply as he pressed the other’s body back. The open mouth exclamation Vegeta gave without drawing back behind his emotionally defensive walls stirred Goku like no other action the prince had presented yet.

He repeated the act, again and again in fascination, and each time he was rewarded with some little vocal offering. It drove him insane. “Scream for me,” Goku hissed as he pulled his hand away, and plunged the knife into Vegeta’s thigh.

He grabbed himself as Vegeta let go and screamed his climax. It didn’t take much effort on his part as he stroked himself while watching Vegeta slowly come down from his high. He shut his eyes and grunted as he released.

Shame overwhelmed him as the last shudders ran through his body. What had he been thinking? Showing a weakness for what was happening would not gain Vegeta’s trust.

Suddenly he felt both of Vegeta’s hands grabbing the one he had held himself with. Goku looked up in shock as Vegeta drew his hand towards his mouth. The prince’s still bleeding tongue swept out to taste Goku’s transgression, and he realized this was the first time he had climaxed in the prince’s presence.

Goku stared in a stupor even as he pulled the faux cock from Vegeta’s body. It fell to the floor unnoticed as Vegeta bit gently on one of his knuckles. Something he had done had impressed Vegeta…just what it was Goku didn’t know.

Both of them turned in reaction to something hitting the floor to their sides. “I broke it,” Vegeta said, as Goku picked up the bladeless knife, a short section of the tang extending beyond the handle.

Goku quickly reached for the metal that was sticking up out of Vegeta’s thigh. The chunk he managed to pull out was only a half-inch long. “Crap,” Vegeta chuckled at his dismay, although Goku had no idea why he would find this funny. “We don’t have anything here to pull the rest of it out with,” Goku said, concerned.

Vegeta grinned, and placed a hand over his thigh. The slightest energy built around the prince’s hand, before he pulled it back slowly. A tiny ki shield pulled the metal from his flesh. The elite moved his hand to the side before releasing the energy. “You need to find stronger blades, Kakarott,” he purred as the shards hit the floor.

Goku nodded thoughtfully, hiding his eagerness. If it meant getting the same reactions out of Vegeta, he’d do just about anything.

~o0o~

“Why so interested in blades all of a sudden?” Yadjirobe asked as he shoved more potato chips into his mouth.

Goku really didn’t want to answer the question, so he stuffed a drumstick into his mouth, pulling the meat away from the bone. He mumbled something undecipherable around the mouth full, chuckled and placed a hand behind his head.

Yadjirobe shrugged; apparently it didn’t really matter. “There aren’t many forges or smithies left that know how to produce samurai quality blades. Most of those are in Japan, but there are others scattered around Asia.”

“You know whom you might ask,” Korin came out from the kitchen, “is Roshi.”

“Ro-m-hi?” Goku mumbled out from around another mouthful.

“Yes. He’s the oldest human I know. He used to get around a lot when he was younger.” The cat sat down and helped himself to some of what was left of the chicken.

Goku gulped down the lump of food he had in his mouth. “I thought you were older than him.”

Korin shrugged, “I might be, but I don’t go down there very often.”

Goku nodded and reached for the last piece of chicken, nearly frowning when Yadjirobe beat him to it. The fat bastard had the gall to smirk at him as he stuffed his face.

“Well, I guess I should head over to Kame house then,” Goku said, standing up.

Korin tapped his walking stick on the floor of his tower. “Stay, relax…meditate. How long has it been since you’ve gone through the breathing exercise?” the cat asked. Yadjirobe should have never beaten the sayian to the last drumstick.

Goku grinned. “That’s what I thought,” Korin responded, “Follow me. Basics, Goku. Never forget the basics.”


~o0o~


“HEY! Give that back!” Goku held the magazine out of Master Roshi’s reach.

“This is serious. I need to know if you know of any old smithies,” Goku said, not budging in his determination.

“How old?” Roshi asked gruffly. He really didn’t care why Goku was looking, as long as he got his newest magazine back in good condition.

“I don’t know. What’s the oldest one you know of?” Goku said.

“The one my master went to in order to get the denshi jar made. Well, the jar was already made, but it had to be charmed, and the clasp had to be able to contain ki,” Roshi said distractedly.

“Metal holding ki?” Goku asked.

“Yeah, that jar wasn’t going to stay shut without it. Can I have my magazine back?” Roshi said, holding out his hand.

“As soon as you point out where this place is,” Goku stated.

“I don’t know where it is, exactly,” Roshi huffed, “I have a rough idea.”

“Can you get your sister to look for it?” Goku asked.

“Yes, yes! Just give me the damn magazine! Krillian and 18 will be back soon. I was enjoying my vacation.”

“Get her here, and then you can have it back,” Goku said.

Roshi gave him an odd look; ransom was very strange behavior for his old student. “You’ve been hanging around that other sayian too much,” the old man commented as he went to the phone.

“Psychic hotline. You’ve lost it, Baba can find it!”

“Cut the crap, Baba. Goku is calling in favors,” Roshi spoke candidly to his sister.

“Favors? What kind of favors?” Baba asked.

“The ‘finding-things’ sort of favors. Why else would I call you, hag?”

“What are you getting out of it, lecher?” Baba asked.

“Karma?”

“HA! He’s got one of your magazines!” Baba crowed. It hadn’t taken her long to find her brother with the crystal ball.

Roshi snorted over the line, “Just get over here!”

“You should have him bring you here instead. It’d be faster,” Baba commented calmly as she poured herself a cup of tea.

“Fine!” Roshi hung up the phone. “She says you can go over there,” he advised, holding out his hand for the magazine again.

Goku offered it to his old sensei, smirking as Roshi grabbed a hold of it. He didn’t let go as he put to fingers to his forehead.

Roshi groaned when he recognized his sister’s kitchen, “Why’d you have to drag me along? I am wasting valuable private time!”

Goku shrugged, “You’re going to have to explain what to look for, and where.”

“What is it that you are looking for?” Baba asked after sipping from her tea.

“Got a map?” Roshi asked his sister.

“No, I have a globe,” she informed them, floating into her living room.

Goku and Roshi followed. Baba pulled material off of a replica of the world. Roshi turned the orb until he found the continent he was looking for. “Goku needs you to find the oldest forge in this area,” he stated, pointing at a vague location.

“Well, get out of the way,” Baba instructed as she hopped down from her ball. She placed a chubby old hand over the spot Roshi had pointed out on the globe, and started waving the other at the crystal ball while mumbling unintelligible things. “Hmmmm, seems to be some disturbance in the area,” she mused. She tried again, changing her focus.

A strange metal object wavered erratically into focus. “That’s the closest I can get,” Baba stated.

Goku handed Roshi his magazine back. “Thanks, Baba!” he said as he left through her front door.

“Wait! You’re supposed to take me home!” Roshi yelled.

Baba snickered, “Too late, he’s half way there by now.”

Roshi sunk into one of her recliners. “Great! First break I’ve had from those two in weeks, and I am stuck here with my sister.”


~o0o~