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Spark of light in the abyss	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

It has been days since Goku came and disrupted his thoughts. Vegeta walked around the streets looking for anything to occupy his mind only to discover that the reincarnation of Kakarot plagued him in the worse ways. No longer able to handle the festering questions of was what Piccolo told him true of Goku; he went hunting. He stood on top of buildings looking down the darken streets hunting for the wild hair of Goku or as they called him spit-fire. Vegeta snorted at the name.

From what he knew this was the area the gang hung out the most and when he saw a car pull up into an entrance to a club was when he found what he searched for. Two burley black men jumped out as well and the mixed blood sneakers and Goku. Vegeta chuckled at the group; Goku was sticking out like a sore thumb. He didn't dress like them with the baggy hood and jeans nearly down to their knee showing off their boxers. Revolting Vegeta thought. But Kakarot dressed in black jeans and a muscle shirt, his arms covered in an open dress shirt; still ghettoish but at least to better taste. Then a flash of their bonding ceremony passed before his eyes with Kakarot wearing the flap of leather. Vegeta groaned.

He watched as they walked in leaving the car where it parked and walked in. Vegeta smirked leaping over other building to get on top of the club's roof. He looked around until he found the fire escape and removed the trench coat he wore un-tucking his shirt, opening a few button's, and lightly pulled down his pants to their proper dress code. Oh how awkward it was for him to walk without the fear of the pants falling off his ass. He ripped open the door and walked in taking a seat in the darkest corner watching.

Women surrounded Goku their cleavage nearly popping out of the strap of cloth covering them, pressing their ass's on Kaka…Goku's crotch bumping and grinding; but Goku didn't participate, instead he looked very uncomfortable with their attention. Vegeta raised his brow. A slender woman approached him asking what he wanted to drink. He waved her off with an order of a beer unopened. He didn't trust places such as this. As the night progressed Goku kept the very same drink in hand keeping a thumb over the top. Vegeta mused; he didn't trust the company he kept, how strange. Drugs were offered and yet again Goku had not taken part in their pleasures.

He watched him like a hawk would do a prey. He noticed many slip ups, Goku spoke more refined, he at times got confused on hand gestures, among many other things no one noticed but him. He smirked pleased with his information. He downed his beer and walked out the way he came in. Vegeta wasn't the happier when he fixed his clothing. How anyone could dress in that manner and not be annoyed was beyond him. He looked over the door once again and left. Making his way back to his home.

He opened his door removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor and groaned in dismay from what greeted him. Piccolo laid in the middle with the twins beside him on his bed. Vegeta growled.

"Wow master he is built so beautifully. Such a strong man." Xander chipped.

"I see why you keep him master, he is so handsome." Lander giggled.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vegeta growled. "How dare you defile my bed with those disgusting sluts!"

"Calm yourself lord. I just wanted to play." Piccolo shrugged as the boys whined. "I want to watch you take Lander hard as I take Xander. I want to watch you fuck lord." Piccolo purred.

"Absolutely not! I will not touch either of those whores! Now get out so I can burn that bed!" Vegeta snapped.

Piccolo chuckled and stoked the hair of the twins. "Go on boys, go to my bed I shall greet you then."

Xander moved forward taking Piccolo in a deep kiss as he locked eyes with Vegeta. "Don't take too long master my brother could only handle so much." He winked as Piccolo chuckled and the obnoxious giggles of Lander filled the room as the brothers bounced their way from Vegeta's domain.

Vegeta nearly gagged from the statement a flash of the brothers gaining pleasure from one another disturbed him. "Disgusting vile things." Vegeta snapped.

"Enjoy your night out Vegeta?" Piccolo stretched.

"I had until I came back." Vegeta sneered.

"Why so much hostility Vegeta?"

"You dare ask me such a question when you filled my bed with those creatures!"

"Jealousy is a nasty thing Vegeta hadn't I told you this before?" Piccolo yawned.

"Far from the truth Piccolo, far from the truth." Vegeta shook his head making his way to the shower. "I am tired; it's been a long day and night. Please go and entertain yourself with your sluts." Vegeta grounded out.

"Please pray tell when will you be keeping me accompany at night Vegeta. I do miss your sweet cries of ecstasy." Piccolo purred.

Vegeta grunted; disgust evident in his eyes. "Tomorrow night. I will come to the club with you. I need a good drink." Was all Vegeta said as he walked into the shower to clean himself.

Piccolo grunted but took what Vegeta said removing himself from the satin sheets he called for a maid to change the sheets and pillow cases and making sure they were cool. He knew how much Vegeta enjoyed a cold clean bed to warm up and snuggle in no matter how much he said he didn't.

Vegeta washed away the smoke from his skin from the ghetto club; he enjoyed the waters spray against his skin. Ah tomorrow night he would be going through the same process once again; removing the smoky filth from his person. For now he will allow the night to pass and once the noon came he would go out and look for something that would look good to wear tomorrow night.

Vegeta turned off the stream of water, and settled in for the night. Tomorrow was another day.

Piccolo reclined back with his boys snuggled to him tightly; he gently patted a stray hair as he continued his deep thinking. The reincarnation of Kakarot irked him and yet intrigued him all the same. He could see the flicker of power whimpering inside his soul and knew for certain Goku wasn't as powerful as his past self Kakarot; that fact alone eased his troubled mind. But yet there was some amount of power beneath the surface he was certain and the challenge to take Goku under his wing and make him as he saw fit was exciting. Well there wouldn't be much of a challenge since Goku was already placed amongst his crew; low ranked but still apart none the less. Piccolo could feel his smirk widen from the thought of how Vegeta would accept and react to all this.

Piccolo chuckled as he thought of Vegeta. His lord had said he would join him in his little hub of pleasure for mortals. Perhaps Goku would like to join as well? Piccolo settled back in the pillows as he allowed himself to drift into slumber. Tomorrow is a new day after all.

Vegeta growled; for some reason he went back to the 'hoods' ground, stalking around the afternoon light searching for the one named spit-fire. He glanced himself over in a passing window noticing how he looked; he mingled well with the poor common folk of the ghettos. No brand clothing, no jewelry, and defiantly hid his identity with a scrubbed up baseball hat.

It felt like he walked aimlessly through the streets, watching as beggars held out their hands as he briskly walked by, seeing the street working women turn sultry dead eyes on men, and carefully watched the large groups of men trying to sell their 'goods'. The sounds of shouting, and quick movements caught his utmost attention; in a blink of an eye he was off to the disturbance. He quickly dashed into the abandoned store shop finding a secure area to remain hidden yet able to see the outside alleyway through the bared window.

As Vegeta stretched forward he could see the group of men in the heat of a brawl, Goku no where in sight. One of the men snatched away the bills and goods from sneakers pockets giving him one last kick ready to place a bullet between the mixed blood's eyes until he heard the shouts come from Goku warning off the others that Vegeta only assumed was this group of men looking for independence from Piccolo's control. They raced onward coming through the building. Vegeta pushed himself tighter to the wall, not in fear but to remain unseen. He saw Goku leap over his fallen comrades and continued on onward.

Vegeta turned his head seeing two from the rivaling gang trip in their run; all because they wished to look cool wearing their jeans below their ass Vegeta nearly snickered. Goku came upon them gun held out, his arm shook. Vegeta squinted his eyes not flinching waiting for the outcome. It didn't happen. Goku stood ready to shoot but he faltered. Instead he placed his gun in its holder and stood his ground.

"Leave now and never bother the gang again." Was all he said as he waited for the men to gather and leave.

Vegeta cocked his head to the side and gave a wide toothy grin. It all made sense now, down to the very last detail. He knew what was going on, he was no fool. He was satisfied with his findings readying to confront the man but the 'hoods' finally regained their strength and move to Goku giving him 'props' and words of encouragement. Vegeta waited, he will wait. For now he will just move on get himself prepared for the night's festivities. He was expected after all.

Goku stood around with the other members as they nursed their wounds and ego waiting for the next attack to happen. They have been becoming more recent and brazen these past few weeks; it made it far more difficult to get home these days. He was just about to relax until he heard sneakers phone go off and heard the name master as he spoke. Goku strained his ears to hear what was being said but he didn't have to guess; it had something to do with him by the way sneakers glared at him with heated jealously.

"Yo Spit-fire master wants ya to meet em at his crib." Sneakers growled out.

"Oh, did he tell you why he wanted me?" Goku asked.

"Naw, jus dat he wants ya dere." Sneakers turned sucking on his top teeth. "Better be off guy, he don't like waitin iright?" Sneakers made a motion with his head for the other two men to follow him and leave Goku behind.

Goku felt a slight pan of relieve, at least he was going to be off the streets tonight; but he knew he would be in the lions den which was far worse. But that's what he wanted. He jumped into his car, fired up the engine and was off. The night was approaching and the master wasn't known for his patience.

Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he hunted for a simple outfit; nothing special. Here he was doing servant work wearing nothing but just a towel. The woman had brought an outfit he hated to his room thinking it was along the lines he wanted; the pathetic wrench. But then again what else could he expect from a common mortal. He grinned as he found a shirt, now to the section of pants. But first he needed boxers.

Finding everything he wanted he quickly slipped them on a simple tight black tank top, with very nice hip hugging light blue jeans, a pair black sandals, and a thick leather belt; he did wished to keep it simple. The clothing help define his curves, and shown off his muscular upper body, slim and deadly he smirked at his thought.

As he walked through the halls he was thankful many of Piccolo's business partners where not present due to the fact they had to return to their respective homes in other countries or states. This meant less idiocy he was exposed to; much to his joy, he pressed the cold metal button descending downward. He could hear the thump and bump of the club vibrate under his sandals; he allowed it to relax him.

It was the same scene as it always was when he arrived, lustful dancers, drugged and drunk men leering and gorging themselves in the toxic drink, and the animals becoming quite agitated from the noise, lights, and smoke. As Vegeta made his way to his seat his arm was lightly brushed by one of the servers; their way of gaining his attention to offer him a drink since the music was too loud to speak. Of course they knew the lord was off limits to any of their desires. Vegeta gave a curt nod as the tray was presented to him taking the largest glass filled of hard liquor. In quick and harsh gulps he finished it within moments nearly slamming the glass down and snatched a closed beer.

Vegeta kept his pace not paying attention to the snorters corner, and blocked out the thick smell of sex. He grunted in disgust as he saw a woman go full split on the mini platform her exposed private area kissing the polished floor; he made a mental note to go nowhere near that platform. As the music faded out in the background he heard the deep chuckles of Piccolo and the few of his men that stayed behind. He came in closer and seen just the small gathering of three men. Piccolo, Ivan, and god forbid Goku; Vegeta groaned at his misfortune.

"Ah Lord, welcome." Ivan was the first to notice him; he stood and gave a low bow. "I must say you look… astonishing tonight. I am unused to you're simple clothing, and I must say you look great in anything you wear." Ivan made sure to roll his words in his heavy accent.

Vegeta grunted and nearly snarled at the German man Ivan. "Sit your ass down Ivan and shut up."

Piccolo chuckled; usually jealously and possessiveness would drive him to kill Ivan for his obvious and outspoken attraction to his lover, but for some odd reason he enjoyed watching the interaction of the two. Vegeta just became irate and frustrated with the mortal; to see his lover's face contort with those emotions made him stir. "Come, come you two. Tonight is special, it is rare when the almighty lord comes and graces us all with his presents."

Vegeta sneered and mocked Piccolo, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why thank you all powerful master." Vegeta took a seat at the table below the stairs where Piccolo sat. He felt himself twitched as he saw Piccolo frowned and made a wide sweep of his hand towards the thick cushion beside his seat. Vegeta quickly raged with himself; this was one of the many reasons why he hated coming down here. He was expected to sit beside by the master's feet like some obedient dog. His pride shouted out to him in its rage; yes it is true he had become use to being with the fake god, content even; but to swallow his pride and look for the world like some obedient animal. Of course it was only expected of him to place himself in such a position only in times such as this; any other gathering he had his own seat equal to everyone else.

Goku watched the exchange between the rulers, the master and his lord. He didn't know what was going on everything seemed to be fine. They sat talking of things that they found humorous naturally many of the topics he just faked a laugh here and there. He watched as the lord glared daggers at the master then suddenly all that rage was gone. Then the lord stood taking a breath regaining a calm demeanor and walked up the pedestal and sat on the pillow looking…regal and yet chastise. It made him really wonder on their relationship.

When the topic of the master came up between the gang the conversation would always turn on the master's sexual preference. They would talk about the master's 'partner' the lord, but the way they discussed it, they made it seem it was a mutual partnership; but this didn't seem as such. The lord acted, in the best of terms pissed off that he was there, and the first time he saw him the lord was distant not liking being around the group. Goku's mind spun with questions.

Piccolo lightly stroked the black hair of his lover idly until Vegeta moved slightly away; he chuckled. He knew Vegeta despised the submissive position he placed him in when they where here. But this was what he wanted. He looked over to Goku and smiled. "Tell me Goku, you said you killed an officer of the law. How did it happen?"

Vegeta raised a brow and watched Goku carefully analyzing his body language. He witness the tremor and the nervousness in Goku's hands, seen the quick glances to the floor. He smirked.

Goku raised his head and chuckled. "It wasn't nothing, they guy was weak. He tried to bust me and sneakers of your products and I acted quickly. He was alone and away from his cruiser, so I knew we wouldn't be caught on the dash-board camera. I took him down, and then snot him point plank in the heart."

It didn't go unawares to Vegeta how quickly Goku told the story. Now he was certain with his belief. He saw Goku looking at him with weary eyes and he just gave the man a smirk.

"Ah those fucking pigs deserve it." Ivan boasted with his greasy smile. "They always get into the way of men like us trying to make a simple living. Its wrong I tell you." Ivan stood holding his drink high. "A toast! To Goku for his act. Long live the business."

Piccolo lifted his glass highly occupied with his bass deep laugh. "Yes to Goku."

Vegeta tilted his beer to his mouth watching Goku interact with the two, yes this was interesting. It looked as if Piccolo was ignorant to Vegeta's beliefs on Goku; it told him one thing, the only thing he needed to know. Piccolo couldn't read Goku. It pleased him knowing the Piccolo was blocked from Goku's psyche and it made him wonder; how powerful is this Goku, and did he know of his powers?

Things progressed as they had in the little hub of pleasures, they drank, enjoyed whatever they wished. Ivan was sitting back swinging down his shots of vodka, Piccolo sipped on his drink, Goku watched as the women danced for them, and Vegeta drank more than usual. He felt the drink take the effect on his body giving him a lovely buzz, and the warm numbness.

Goku watched and at times his foot would tap with the beat, it was hard not to enjoy himself. He didn't wish to become intoxicated but the master kept making toasts and demanding them all to join in shots from time to time. He also noticed the lord relaxing under the influence of the drink. He noticed awhile ago the lord was done but the master was feeding him drinks. It didn't go unnoticed when the master slipped in a small amount of white powder in the lord's drink.

Vegeta's head slightly swooned and he leaned on Piccolo's thick leg, his arm thrown over it to gain some leverage for himself. He noticed his sight became slightly fuzzy, a powerful warmth encompassed him. He felt his face heat up.

Piccolo looked down as he felt the weight of Vegeta on his leg and smiled. The flush that took residence on Vegeta's face made him look beautiful and youthful. He waved a hand in Vegeta's hair making him tilt his head up and he looked down in that face. Vegeta's eyes were lidded with a light gloss over them, his cheeks flushed, and his lips were moist from the drink. He nearly groaned when Vegeta parted his lips and Piccolo pictured sliding his throbbing cock between them.

Vegeta turned his head when he recognized the lustful gaze of Piccolo. His eyes locked on the empty stage that lay beyond. How long as it been since he danced on it? Only he was allowed to grace that floor with his feet. He smirked; it was only times like these when he felt the need to move and sway; perhaps it was the music that guided him?

Goku looked harder at the lord and knew what the powder the master placed in his drinks. Love bug, ecstasy, whatever you wished to call it for it came with many titles. Used as a hallucinogen in a pill form, but this was different. It wasn't in pill form but powder and by the looks of the lord's face it was a cocktail of many others. This type was used to rape women without them fighting, it brought up their sexual drive, and it also contained the relaxing agent so they would be willing. Some cases they don't even realize the things they do, acting out the strong sexual desires of the narcotic.

Piccolo moved down and whispered to Vegeta, lightly licking the ear. "Go love, dance. Show the amateurs how to move." Piccolo purred as Vegeta moaned in his throat and tilted his head back for more of his wicked tongue.

In the haze Vegeta stood and stretched with a light sigh. He glided forward lightly brushing his fingers on the dancers exposed chests and thighs as he walked pass. From time to time he looked back catching the hungry gaze of Piccolo he would give him a wicked grin. His movement screamed sensual not the usual smutty and raunchy movements; it made all the eyes turn to him, and oddly enough he was loving the attention he gained.

One female dancer moved to him and wrapped her arms around his neck as she grinded his front; he smirked at her boldness. He tilted his head and grinned wide showing off his canine and gave Piccolo a hard arousing look with his eyes. He grasped the long fake blonde locks pulling her away from him, briskly turning her around, and yanked her back flush against him. Her body made a beautiful arch on him, showing off her flexibility. Vegeta slowly dipped up and down with her making her body arch back and forward with each dip. He released her hair and traveled his hands up and down on her sides never taking his gaze from Piccolo. He saw the heat in Piccolo's eyes.

Vegeta felt a masculine body larger then his own pressed up against his back, and he tilted his head back on the broad shoulder; exposing his throat to the world. He felt hands grapping his hips and he couldn't tell if it was the man or woman hands holding him, he didn't care. Instead dipped and grinded with the duo feeling their breaths quicken and the erection grind on his lower back he smirked.

Goku fidgeted under the show the lord gave them all. He knew it wasn't for them, that it was a private show that they witnessed, the lord and master eyes were locked on each other. He watched as the lord switched roles instantly from submissive to dominate with his partners with each move; it amazed him. It cursed slightly as he noticed he was getting more interested than he should, the lord was under the narcotic, he wasn't doing this with his right mind.

Piccolo growled lowly, Vegeta was teasing him and pushing his limits. This was an act of testing; testing several things. How many things can Vegeta get away with, and how long could he last before he dragged him off. He knew that this was exactly what it was; Vegeta was testing to see how far he could go with the dancers. Piccolo would allow this, but if it becomes more than dancing Vegeta would be put back in his place. Then Piccolo smirked, this must be the first time Vegeta has been touched sexually by another; as he watched the male dancer grind his erection in the small of Vegeta's back. He will punish the dancer at a later time.

The song was coming to an end and Vegeta quickly pushed the dancers away from him with a slight huff. He didn't look at the rejected faces of the dancers; they should be lucky they lived. Vegeta heard a song begin and noticed a pole was placed on the stage; he chuckled. Oh he would have some fun. He could feel his blood pump furiously in his ears, his hormones screaming at him to be satisfied from the tease he gave it. The song wasn't the traditional based thrived song that people would dance to; it was a low and slow base. But then again the dj knew he needed something to go with his sensual movements.

The music swayed him, the deep rough voice thrilled him. The words were lost to him as the man sung. He moved with seductive grace towards the pole and lightly spun around, lowering himself to the floor as he spun. The course kicked in, the voice portrayed its powerful effect, and Vegeta arched and grinded; using his upper body strength to hoist himself higher on the pole and hung; once again spinning downward slowing his pace as he went down when the course slowly ebbed and the voice lowered to a seductive base.

Goku felt his mouth dried, no matter how many times he gulped the cool beer down it didn't quiche his thirst. The lords movements entrapped him in his seat, his loins begun to come alive; he was beside himself. He could honestly say this was the first time a man ever invoked such stirrings in him. He was happy when Ivan spoke and remove his attention from the lord.

"Ah master you are a lucky man, the lord is breathtaking. The music I provided really suites him." Ivan leered at the stage as the course ended once again.

Goku turned his head once again noticing the lord making his way to them; a playful smirk on his lips. Goku could only sum up the lord with one word devilish.

Vegeta moved forward, the people parting giving him the space he needed to move freely. A tray was offered an arms length from his path and he snatched up the glass of thick red wine. He kept his pace hearing the singing voice egged him on. He noticed as Ivan removed the table with such quickness he hadn't realized the German had. Vegeta smirked, how thoughtful of the man making room for him to continue his walk forward; no doubt wanting to watch him walk between them instead of sidestepping around to get to the master. Vegeta had other plans.

He stopped in the middle of the three men and slowly licked the top of his lip. He tilted his head once again and smirked at Piccolo and quickly turned facing Goku. He seen the large gulp Goku took. Vegeta moved over and sat himself down on Goku's lap, straddling the mans waist. He chuckled and moved in to whisper in his ear. "I was going to ask if you liked my dancing…" Vegeta grind slowly downward until his bottom was directly on Goku's semi erection. "But I know you did." His chuckle deepened as he felt Goku shivered under him when he flexed his muscles on the erection below him. He stood, lifting his leg planting his foot on the stun Goku's chest and with little effort pushed Goku making him land hard on the floor, still seated in his chair.

In a flash he felt his head being yanked back by the hard grip of Piccolo. He could nearly feel the master seething. He couldn't help the light laugh expelling from his lips. He could hear the fury dripping from Piccolo as he whispered harshly to him. "What do you think your doing?"

Vegeta tired to move his head but the grip held him. "I was just playing master." He smirked.

Piccolo growled thoughts of killing Goku filled his mind. Then he smirked; perhaps that was what Vegeta wanted? To drive him to kill Goku so he wouldn't be able to corrupt him further. Piccolo released Vegeta's hair to take a hold of Vegeta's wrist. "Goku, Ivan we are taking our leave." Piccolo pulled Vegeta into his arms tilting Vegeta's head back with his finger and thumb. "We have some business to take care of, right lord?"

Vegeta just smirked looking over at Goku with his knowledge. He knew who Goku was, and Goku wanted him. Vegeta laughed outright.

Okay several notes here, because some readers are getting confused easily.

Vegeta is drugged doing all this, keep in mind. As for the last sentence, Vegeta (in his right mind) do not want to get together with 'Goku' because he does not want history to repeat itself. But under the influence that attraction came etc etc.

As for when Vegeta was dancing…. Hehehehe I had to okay.. But the song recommendation to listen to (the one I listened to when writing) is Amour, amour by Rammstine. I like the band and I think Til Lindermanns voice is mmmmmmmmmm… Yes this will not be full of angst as the other.
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