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2. (GP) Shit:
He laughs at me. It’s a condescending laugh, filled with bitterness and a hint of intrigue, along with something else I can’t quite place. I watch his eyes closely, mesmerized by them. Then he explains, “My name is Prince Vegeta and we are at the lake, going for a swim, like I said, as per your request, if you’d like to know.”
That explains why we’re both wet, but I’m uncertain as to why I would want to go for a swim, and so casually as it would seem, and with him, unless it’s some kind of foreplay. That name though, Vegeta, Prince Vegeta… Who would claim they were a Prince if they weren’t one? Still, how did I come to know a Prince? Who am I, Kakarot, exactly?
I can tell by the way about him that he’s telling the truth, or at least enough of it to be convincing, but he’s on guard and that is enough to make me suspicious. Believing that what he’s said so far is easy enough, but I still have other questions. I’m not sure which ones are most important at the moment, though. My focus is nearly out of reach.
I reevaluate myself fast and start out with the easy questions, “My name is Kakarot, I presume?”
He nods.
“Why are we out here all alone? Why would I ask you to go for a swim? Is this something we regularly do? I don’t see why we would waste our times with it if there wasn’t some other point.” I’m not sure why I grouped us together like that, but for some reason it made sense to me to do so.
“There was,” he answers shortly and now I’m staring at him more intimately than before.
He is handsome. We must be lovers, and if we are not then we ought to be. Perhaps I can make that happen, even if he does not want it. His eyes are telling me that there’s more on his mind than he’s willing to speak of at the moment.
Then I think to ask him, slowly deciding which questions demand answers first, “You said ‘Prince Vegeta’? Explain.”
He smirks at me and replies easily, “I am the Prince of the Saiyans, which, incidentally, is only you and me, our planet was destroyed a long time ago.”
‘Hmm,” I wonder about many things, all unfinished questions, and I ask, “Why did you hit me?” going back to the beginning of his explanation.
“We spar all the time,” he answers smoothly, waving off my concern, but I pick up on a slight hesitance in his reply, although again I can tell he isn’t lying, I can’t help but think that maybe he’s only telling a half-truth. He goes on to say, “I’m worried about you, Kakarot. I don’t think you should lie down for a while.”
“I didn’t ask you what you think,” I reply impatiently. “I have more questions, but I’m not so sure I can trust you. Why were our people destroyed? How can I be so sure that I am not the Prince? Why should I believe everything you are telling me?”
I can tell that I’ve struck a chord with him, but he answers me, calm and evenly, and says, “I have not been dishonest with you. If you don’t believe me I can take you to someone who will account for every word I’ve said, you can accompany me the whole way and ask him the questions for yourself if you like. I’ll even leave you two alone while you talk if it will put you at ease. As for our people, it happened a long time ago, but that does not change who I am, nor will it ever change who you are.”
“So you still consider yourself a Prince although your people are dead? Sort of silly, don’t you think?”
“Once a Prince, always a Prince, Kakarot,” he, Vegeta, smiles, well smirks, and he adds, “You’ve never said those words to me before, exactly, but you always told me to let it go. It’s just not something I can so easily do. I don’t expect you to understand.”
“So,” I’m beginning to get annoyed, though I’m still incredibly attracted to him, and I ask, “Who am I to you? I mean… who are you to me? Are we lovers?”
At this he stirs and I finally catch a glimpse of emotion in him. He responds, “We are not. You have never even so much as hinted at the idea to me before.”
I smile as I watch him with an ever-satirical eye, and I follow my first instinct, which is to say, “But it is not the first time that you have thought about it, is it?”
At this his expression calms and there is an honestly in his response as he says, “You have not looked in a mirror lately. Of course I’ve considered it.”
“Hm,” I can feel myself grinning, and the grin feels normal, although Vegeta is looking at me strangely. “Well. I will have everything I want in time, including you, when I desire to take that next step. Given that you are telling the truth, I imagine I will enjoy our first time together. On second thought, even if we’ve been together already I won’t know the difference, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it all the same. Now, take me to this ‘someone’ who you believe can clear my doubts. I am curious to see what this person might have to say, considering that I can’t remember anything, perhaps they can help me remember.”
He shows no disdain at my speech as he nods and says, “I’ll lead the way, then maybe we can have a conversation without you doubting my virtue towards you, any other comments I have to such a proposal as you mentioned before can be put off until later.” He turns away.
I have half a mind to argue that no such discussion is necessary, since I will have him, but all the same I don’t know why I feel so in charge, and because I am a little unsure, and he is so much the opposite, I allow him to simply lead the way. He is right. Everything else will be sorted out later.
(VP):
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!’ I am in deep shit. We all are. If I am correct in my assessment of him at this point, that hit to the back of his head has given him amnesia. He’s been reverted back to his original Saiyan instincts. Only time will tell if his memories will come back, and even if they do, what will he do with the knowledge of them? What will he do with knowing that he is quite possibly the most powerful being in our galaxy? Or will he simply go back to his normal self? I must keep him docile, or at least, entertained. I know that he can be quite clever when he needs to be. I’m not sure what type of man he will be without his passion for all things good to hold him back.
I go and put on my boots, he finds his and does the same, but we don’t bother with the shirts. I take to the sky slowly, and he follows me, his instincts kicking in. He doesn’t know what is “normal” and what is not, he only knows what feels right, and as a Saiyan, that is not a good thing. As I head towards Piccolo’s sanctuary at a steady pace he’s flying very close to me, close enough to reach out and grab me, as though he thinks I may take off at any moment. I’m careful not to show him what type of powers we possess just yet, and I desperately wish I could find out what he’s thinking. Hopefully Piccolo will be able to clear up a little bit of this mess for us in the meantime.
Is it wrong that part of me is excited to see him like this? Is it bad that yet another part of me is happy to know that he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon?
For now though I have to remain on task and this may prove to be a most grueling one. Patience is no virtue to me and it never has been, but especially in this particular case.
There’s Piccolo up ahead, he sensed us coming. Good.
“Goku, Vegeta, what brings the two of you here today? You have some news, maybe?” Piccolo asks, stoic as ever.
Kakarot and I land softly on the ground and the three of us make a triangle as we speak, but Kakarot is the first to talk, and not to Piccolo, but to me.
“I thought you said that my name was ‘Kakarot?’ I’m disappointed in you now, because I know that I cannot trust you after all. What a pity.”
I see Kakarot’s gaze bearing into me. What could he be thinking? I give a sideways look to Piccolo and I see that the Namekian is confused, but wise enough to respond in kind:
“Your name is Kakarot, but only he calls you by that name. Most of your friends call you Goku. What’s going on? Can you not remember anything? What happened?” The Namekian asked slowly. Piccolo’s concern was not as obviously displayed as it was apparent.
I am grateful for it, but now I am beginning to consider that letting Kakarot out of my sight at all is incomprehensible.
“Hmn,” Kakarot replies, staring at me for a good long moment, before turning to the other and finally responding, “So is Kakarot my Saiyan name or something? What is this planet, then? Are you a native here? What is your name?”
Suddenly I realize that Kakarot has led such an unnatural life that he will not easily accept his past, even if only bits and pieces of it are told. We must find a way to appease him without telling him the whole of his story.
“My name?” The Namekian asked, stalling for time and words, no doubt. “I’m Piccolo, and no, I am not from here, either, but we have known each other for a very long time. You and I have lived here nearly all of our lives, and we’ve known each other for almost just as long.” Now he turns to me and wonders aloud, “Vegeta, what happened?”
I wait for Kakarot to assert some dominance as he has been, but he continues to stare at Piccolo pensively, so I chime in, but I’m speaking to the troublesome third-class, “Would you like for me to go, since you’re so distrusting of me, even though it was you that asked to spend some time with me today in the first place? And you who wished to come here to clear up my explanation?”
Kakarot’s face turned sour, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him show a sign of exasperation at his own situation. He replies, “No, you stay. I want to hear your recap of what happened, anyways. Answer the question.” In his eyes I see even more of a determination to distinguish between truth and fiction, a trait not unlike the original Kakarot that I know so well, so I know I must answer as concisely as possible.
I turn to Piccolo and explain, “Kakarot came by my house earlier and offered for us to spend some time together during the course of the afternoon since he knew that we would both be busy tomorrow, so I agreed.” Piccolo sees through my description of this morning, since I’m being so much more compliant than usual, but I must remain as aloof of suspicion of my part for fowl play against Kakarot as I can, so I continue to explain casually. “We took a swim in the lake, and while we were roughhousing, I hit him in the back of the head, and he passed out, I dragged him out of the lake, and when he awoke, he couldn’t remember anything, not even five minutes before.”
“So we weren’t sparring, we were roughhousing?” Kakarot’s never ending doubt rose.
I turn to him confidently and say, “I never said that we were sparring, I said that we spar all the time, and roughhousing is quite similar,” At this point I am hell bent on keeping him somewhat subdued, so I add, “Perhaps you could call it a type of foreplay. After all, I was disappointed to find that your initial plans for the day were not that of a friendly spar and our time spent together is usually passed with training.”
His eyes focus on me closer and I can see that my diversion is working, at least on the surface. He replies flatly, “You said that I never told you I was in any way attracted to you, why are you being so blatant about that attraction now? It sounds to me like you’re trying to use it as an excuse for your actions, earlier. I think there’s something else to your story that you are not telling me. Besides, what would we be training for?”
Piccolo is listening intently as I reply, and although I am slightly embarrassed by my public admission, I have no choice, so I explain,, “You yourself pointed out that I obviously have some attraction to you, what would be the difference in me admitting it now to you when you can’t even remember anything about yourself in the first place, and how would you be able to tell the difference in the truth of it in either case?” I completely dismiss the second part of his question.
Why am I so forward with my admission of attraction to him, now? Because I finally have the opportunity to plant that seed, and I want to see how it grows. I can’t help it.
Kakarot’s growling at me now, and I’m not used to such blatant, animalistic responses from him, but he only stirs my own Saiyan instincts naturally and I simply smirk at him and cross my arms over my chest while I add, assertively, “To say that there’s something that I haven’t told you would be an understatement. How old do you think you are? How many years of life would that be for me to recap for you, besides, you have a life of your own, and I am not your keeper, neither am I your lover, as I have said before. But, it does just so happen to be my fault that we’re in this predicament, so I am trying to help, and you haven’t been very compliant. I could have let you drown in that lake, you know.”
With that I can see him taking a deeper consideration of the situation as a whole and yet still he is very much on edge.
Piccolo steps in and says, “Listen, I know that all of this, and us, we must seem very new to you right now, but surely you can see that we only wish to help you remember. Neither of us intends anything ill towards you. I’m honestly not sure why you would be so distrusting.”
Kakarot turns his steely gaze towards Piccolo and I can tell that he’s soaking everything up a little bit more now than he was when he first awoke.
Finally Kakarot spoke, “Perhaps I can believe you, both of you, but you, Vegeta, you I am still skeptical of, you are keeping something from me, and Piccolo, I have hardly spoke to you since I got here. I hardly know the questions to ask, nor can I so easily accept their answers without more time spent amongst you. So. I’m done with this conversation for now. I have a lot to think about. Maybe there’s someone else I can talk to. I think that I would like to go… home… Where is that? Or maybe, since I had gone to your house earlier, Vegeta, I can go home with you, and retrace my steps… That might help.”
Piccolo looks at me concerned, but what can I do?
“Yes, perhaps you should come home with me… There is someone else you should talk to,” I answer compliantly, and I give Piccolo one last glance before beginning to depart.
The Namekian said nothing as he watched us leave, too afraid to add to Kakarot’s wandering consciousness, and Kakarot said nothing to him, too concerned about the promises of the next events to take place in his short-lived new-found life. Piccolo would be watching us from now on from the top of Kame’s look out, of that much I am sure.
(GP):
I am not sure where Vegeta gets off threatening me and toying with me as though I’ve done something wrong, but a part of me is enjoying his game. I am just trying to remember who I am. I guess that is a bit of a difficult thing to explain. I am clearly a Saiyan, brought here, wherever this is, for some reason, and clearly I have lived here for a long time. Piccolo seemed more concerned about the situation than Vegeta, but now I am beginning to think that this isn’t such a bad thing. Annoying, yes, I have a nagging sensation in the back of my mind, tugging at me to figure this out, but there’s nothing than can be done, and I’m not so sure it’s that big of a deal anyways.
I am hungry, but that’s the only thing that feels off right now, besides that I am perfectly content, if not downright excited to go on this little adventure.
Now we seem to have come to civilization. I was beginning to think that there wasn’t any on this planet, but not only do I see all of the people walking around in the city, I can sense them, too, barely, and I am beginning to wonder where he lives, how much farther is it, and where do I live. Is it close by?
He drops from the sky, heading toward a dome-shaped mansion; I am quick at his heels.
“Is this your home?” I ask, staring at the large building, “It looks more like a museum or something.”
“Yes, Kakarot, this is where I live. Follow me, and we will talk with someone you have known longer than anyone else on the planet.”
I follow him inside and look around as we comb the halls, but nothing is familiar. There is a woman heading towards us quickly, now. Who is that? She’s pretty, very pretty, but she’s older, and weak.
“Goku! What are you doing here? The party isn’t until tomorrow! Hey, Vegeta! What happened to your shirts?”
That name again, Goku, I’m not so sure I like it. I have no idea what she’s talking about. Party? Maybe that’s what Vegeta meant when he said we had plans and that we would be busy tomorrow.
“Bulma,” Vegeta answers her, “There’s been an accident. Kakarot doesn’t remember who he is.”
“What do you mean?!” She yells and her face turns angry, then pensive, before I see a different light enter her eyes, one of curiosity and intelligence. “What happened to him Vegeta?! You two are too rough when you fight!”
“Woman, please!” Vegeta barked back cynically, “It was not my intention to knock the sense out of him!”
I notice for the first time that Vegeta bit back whatever else he might have said under other circumstances.
“Who are you?” I finally ask the woman, “How do we know one another?”
Bulma stares at me, surprise is evident on her face, and slowly she answers, “Well, we’ve known each other for what seems like forever, Goku! You really don’t remember?”
“Maybe you could run some tests on him,” Vegeta offers.
“Oh, no!” I answer for her, and I grab onto Vegeta’s buff arm, surprised at the natural strength in his muscle for a moment, I go on to say, “No one is running any tests on me! That is not why I agreed to come here! You cannot make me stay, much less force me into submission!”
Bulma gasps but I hardly care to consider it.
Vegeta’s eyes bear into mine with a certain fire and he pulls him arm away and tells me, “You are being quite ridiculous now, Kakarot! First you think I’m lying to you, now you think I’m trying to turn you into some lab animal! I am only trying to help, and she just so happens to be the right person for the job! Do you not want to know if there’s something else going on up there in that brain of yours other than distrust and ungratefulness?! Do you like not knowing who you are?!”
“I know enough!” I growl, stubbornly, “I feel fine! I am hungry, though, and you and I are going to go get something to eat! Then you are going to show me around this planet some more. Let me deal with this my way! This is my predicament, not yours, but since you are to blame for it, you will take this journey with me, however I decide to handle it!”
Vegeta’s growling at me now, and for the first time I notice that I can sense him very distinctly, like it’s been there all along. Somehow his power is increasing, but it lowers just as quickly. His lips are in a snarl, but his eyes look calm. He is undoubtedly deciding what to say to me. I can’t help but smirk at him and put my fists on my hips, knowing that I’ve won this argument.
Then he says, “Okay, Kakarot, I will go with you, but on my accord, and not yours. You will not force me into anything that I do not want to do. Let’s go, now, perhaps once you’ve eaten you won’t be so difficult to deal with.”
I purse my lips at him at that comment and answer, “I’ve done nothing wrong.”
He simply turns and begins to walk away and my eyes follow his figure and I begin to notice that there is much more to him than to the others. There’s something about him…
What is he keeping from me?
I follow him anyways, not knowing where we are going, and as soon as we exit the building, we take to the sky once more.

“What are we doing out in the woods again? I said I was hungry!” I growl at him.
Vegeta turns to stare at me for a moment before answering snidely, “Our intake of food is much greater than those of the humans that live here. We could have gone to a restaurant, but I don’t like being stared at, so we’re going to hunt for some game here. It won’t take long. You can sit it out if that is what you wish. I will be back in less than a minute.”
With that he’s off and I cross my arms, annoyed. I feel as though he thinks I am a burden, and I know that I am not. Or perhaps he’s just buying time to think through how he’s going to handle me, but I know that he cannot. Perhaps his intention is not even to come back, but I will find him if he stays gone for long. I wonder what I could get away with from him. I wonder if he would accept the fact that I am no longer who I was. Or am I any different? Perhaps I should ask him.
He’s back. That was fast, and the animals he’s dropped at my feet are not petty morsels. I am impressed by him.
I watch him as he works quickly, gutting them and setting them ablaze without hesitance or trouble. Blood has splattered his skin and his clothes and still he works, cooking all of the meat with a fire from his very fingertips.
I catch him glancing at me, because my eyes are not only on the prize that he’s brought me, but all over him, and I cannot tear them away.
“Start eating, Kakarot, I’m surprised you’ve held off for this long. I know how you get when you’re hungry.”
“How do I get?” I ask him, grinning as I pick up some of the meat and begin chowing down.
He looks up at me from his task and answers, “If I were to hand you some of it you’d probably bite my hand in your ravenous attempt to eat everything in sight. You have very poor table manners.”
I am in the middle of choking down my food when he says this, and for once I realize that what he says is true. I swallow and then I laugh.
He looks at me queerly before turning away and smiling to himself, at least to me it is a smile, but it’s more of a smirk. I’m beginning to think that he doesn’t smile, in fact, I’m beginning to think a lot of things about him.
We finish off practically everything but the bones. He’s eating just as much, but with a little more control.
I am too full to be anything but content and so I lean all the way back into the grass, feeling perfectly at ease as night begins to come over us.
“Are we staying here for the evening?” I ask him, enjoying the view of the stars.
“Would you like to?” He asks as he’s finishing burning the rest of the bones, leaving little to no trace of our meal left behind.
“Actually, yes, I would. There’s no need for me to go home, wherever that is. I don’t care to be anywhere else, as long as you stay here to keep me company.”
His gaze meets mine and it is glossed over by emotions he dares not to display, and I begin to get the feeling that he is surprised by what I said. I sit up and smile at him, and his eyes grow more focused onto mine…
(VP):
He wants me to stay… why? Why would he be so intent on keeping me close, if not for any other reason than the fact that he doesn’t trust me? How I’ve longed to hear him say those very words, and how fucked up it is that he has, and yet it’s not as I had imagined it. Why is he staring at me like that? I…
“I am going to wash up in the lake nearby. Would you care to join me? I know you’re fond of swimming,” I say as I stand up, uncomfortable under his gaze.
“Am I? Are you going to try to hit me again to see if it undoes my amnesia?” Kakarot smirks as he stands to full height.
His presence is different but his dominion over his own body is exuberant as always and I watch him walk towards me out of sheer curiosity. I can’t help but answer, “No, why would I do that? It could make it worse, and then you really wouldn’t trust me if all I manage to do is hurt you, then where would we be after all the progress we’ve made?” I am being flirtatious, and I wonder if he notices, and I wonder why I’m doing such a thing.
“Vegeta, please, I can tell well enough that you aren’t interested in causing me pain. I do wonder, though, what you are interested in me for. I see the look in your eyes. Your mind is reeling over me. Why don’t tell me what you are thinking.”
My heart is thumping in my chest, but I smirk at him as I turn away and pretend to not know what he’s talking about. In reality I am two seconds away from giving in to him. Why shouldn’t I let him have his way? The real Kakarot wouldn’t know the difference. I could get the best of both worlds. For once in my life I could get what I want from him.
Finally I answer, “I never told you what I thinking before, and you’ve never asked. Why would I start now?” Thank all goodness that we are close to the lake. I must get into the water before my skin starts boiling and I am exposed.
Kakarot’s chuckling as he follows me.
I dive in, coming up through the water a few seconds later. The crisp feel of the lake is exactly what I needed to cool myself off, so why is my heart still pounding. Where is Kakarot?
Suddenly I feel the water near me moving, and then two hands grip my waist. I yelp in utter shock at the sensation of him pulling me closer as he emerges from the water, flinging his hair back and taking a deep breath.
“Kakarot!” I growl, but it is only half-hearted, and he knows it. He’s smirking at me, pushing me through the water and up against the bank, pressing my back against the moist and softened mud.
“Ever since I opened my eyes this morning I’ve been thinking about this. I am only going to ask you once. Do you want me, right here, right now?” Kakarot daunts, staring at me while he leans over me, his chest growing closer to mine, his face drawing nearer.
I don’t answer him. I can’t. I refuse. I’m caught staring into his wholly Saiyans eyes and before I know it, I feel his strong hand gripping my hardening cock, and it seems he got the answer he wanted anyways. I let out a soft moan, embarrassed at myself for doing so, but my instincts are heightening, now, and my body is screaming at me to let him have his way.
“You don’t have anything to say? I kind of like your silence. But you won’t be silent for long,” Kakarot says as he smiles at me, and it’s so sexy and so unlike him, yet the small gesture and the forwardness of his actions exude everything in him I’ve always known to be there.
I am not going to let him pursue me without any action on my part. In a split second I have made my decision and I reach down with my own free hand and grab onto his length, which is rock hard and jutting out. I tell him, “On the contrary, if we are to cross this line, you’ll be the one on all fours, begging me for more.”
Our lips clash for the very first time. Kakarot doesn’t care that I’m still not clean from cooking earlier and it turns me on, and I honestly don’t care that he’s not himself. I want him. I want this. He knows it, oh fuck, he’s known all along. His Saiyan instincts are telling him to get his dick wet, and mine are telling me to just let him.
I’ve never felt his hands on my skin this way. I’m digging my nails into his back and his chest. He’s wedging me against the wall, using his hands to pull me impossibly close. Now he’s using his legs to open mine, causing them to lift and spread apart as he begins grinding his hard cock under my balls.
His kiss is sloppy as he goes from sucking on my tongue to licking and biting my neck. I expose more of it to him as I work down his pants with my hands.
Suddenly this feels like fighting, but it’s unlike any fight we’ve ever had.
We’re both struggling for dominance, wrestling in the water, going from passionately kissing to pulling hair and gripping thighs, and then back to licking and biting each other all over.
“I have to know something,” Kakarot says in between panting and nipping my skin, “Is this really the first time?”
“Yes,” I moan, “You… you’ve never come onto me before…”
“Why the hell didn’t you ever try me?” He wondered aloud, “I would not have said no.” At this point he’s pulling back so he can run his hands down my ass, and does quick work in pulling my pants down with one long stroke.
I start pumping his dick in my hand again and reply, “You don’t know that.”
“Hmn,” he smiles, pulling away, “I’m beginning to think you are certain I would have said no, and you would not have liked the rejection, so you never pursued me. That’s why you’re giving in so easily now, because you don’t think you could have me any other way…”
I am shocked and I answer, too aroused to argue with him, “That’s very insightful of you, but that only scratches the surface of it. Why are you worried about it anyways? I thought this wasn’t up for debate.”
“I’m just wondering why you and I couldn’t have made it work before. I guess I’m just wondering if it’s really true. Something doesn’t add up. Did you try to knock me out on purpose? Were you going to take advantage of me?”
“Of course not, you fool! I have more respect for myself than that! And for you!” I growl, but he doesn’t understand, and I know my answer has only added to his confusion. It’s added to mine, too. I don’t know what else to say and now he’s just staring at me. How can he be so similar and yet so remarkably different? I see the smile in his eyes just like always, but the lust in them now; I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing that before.
“So, you’ve been keeping this a secret from me? I wonder for how long… I wonder what I really think of you. It can’t be much different from what I’m thinking right now,” he says as he smiles. His hand finds my freed cock again and he begins tugging at it relentlessly.
I smirk back at him and allow him to please me for a few moments, just as I am trying my best to please him but just as I go in for another kiss he pulls away and takes his hand off my dick.
“What are you doing, now?” I ask, taken by surprise.
He leans forward and whispers into my ear, “I haven’t even begun and you’re already getting anxious. If you don’t relax this might be painful for you.”
Alarm goes off in my head and I struggle to get out from between him and the side of the lake. I say, “I told you it would be you who’s getting fucked tonight, not the other way around.”
He chuckles and answers, “Maybe later, but right now, for our first time, it’s my turn.”
I continue to struggle, but it only manages to help him flip me over. My own panic is weakening me, along with my undeniable arousal and the fact that we’re in water. I cry out as he’s clearly going to overpower me and I have to choice but to make it look like I’m enjoying his game. A part of me, a dark secret part of me, truly is.
He grabs a hold of my wrist and uses it as leverage, pushing my own hand against the back of my head, forcing my chin into the grass. I have no choice but to grip the side of the bank if I want to stay afloat and somewhat comfortable, meanwhile I can already feel him pressing his thick length along my ass, moving slowly downward, looking for the entrance.
“Kakarot!” I manage to gasp, “Is this what you imagined?! Forcing yourself into me?”
“Call it what you want. You know very well once I’m all the way inside of you there will be no room for complaints,” he answers and he shoves the head of his penis inside of me.
I cry out, “Stop there!! Fuck, Kakarot!”
He lets go of the hold on my wrist and frees my hand, but all I can do is grip the bank with both hands now. I feel his hot breath on my ear and my cheek, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything but his intrusion.
“Vegeta… damn…” his hands feel hot on my waist, his fingertips are trembling, and he says, “This must be the first time. You feel incredible and I have barely pushed into you.” He kisses my cheek as he adds, “I’ve enjoyed your little game of putting up a fight… You didn’t really think I was going to hurt you. Are you ready for more?” One of his hands comes around and grabs a hold of my throbbing penis.
“Yes,” I gasp, shocked and confused. It hurt like hell ten seconds ago, but the pain has dumbed down quite a bit. Does he really think I’m just playing along? Who am I kidding? I want this. I’ve wanted this for so long.
Kakarot begins to push in further, and he sets his mouth on my neck as he does, humming out in his own pleasure. I’m trying so hard not to cry out like a bitch, but soft and honest whimpers are leaving my lips. With each moment that passes the pain leaves and the pleasure grows.
He’s pulling back, but I know he only went about half-way in.
“Fuck, Kakarot…” I pant and I turn my head slightly to look back at him.
He kisses me, and I can’t help but moan into his mouth as he pushes himself back inside of me, this time stretching me to the nearly the entire length of his cock.
“Why are you so fucking big?!” I pant as I break the kiss. I am no longer embarrassed by anything coming out of my mouth. Why should I be? He’s got his cock all the way up my ass.
He smiles at me and I notice now that he’s panting, too, and the curve of his eyebrows show his pleasure as does the shine in his eyes. He pulls back out and then moves himself into me once more, and now his own moans start up.
“So what do you think?” he asks me, pumping in and out of me feverishly.
I’m in ecstasy and all I can say is, “Fishing for compliments, are you?” I’m moaning with lust and I add, “Just don’t cum too fast. I’ve waited too long for this to end quickly.”
He groans into my ear and replies, “Challenge accepted.”
He’s fucking me relentlessly now and it feels so fucking amazing I can’t stand it. I’m trying not to call his name uncontrollably, and not to beg for more as I push back against him and try to allow for the best angle possible.
It isn’t long before he pulls out of me again. No doubt he was close to cumming, even though he’d never admit it. He helps lift me out of the water, before hoisting himself onto dry land, and before I know it, he’s practically tackling me to the ground. We share a wet, thoughtless kiss, before he finds his place again, and this time he presses in while facing me.
His hands are all over my body as are his eyes, but my eyes are focused on his and from this angle, I can’t help but begin to cry out louder. There’s no sloshing water to hide the sounds of our sex, and nothing in between us except for passion and desire.
“Yes, Vegeta,” he moans and brings his hand down my stomach. Now he is pumping my engorged penis and within seconds I cum, splattering all over him. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. He spills himself into me not even three seconds later, and I see a flash of his Super Saiyan form burst forth as he cries out. He doesn’t notice.
He pulls out of me for good, at least for now, and I half expect him to stand up, but he doesn’t, he leans forward and brings me in for another hungry kiss.
I thought all of this would be awkward and maybe it would have been if he had been himself, but at the moment I am content with wrapping my legs around him, and he is hell bent on not letting me breathe until he is satisfied with the way he’s ravaged my mouth.
My hands are in his hair, and his are all over my chest and my biceps.
“Uoh, Vegeta, let’s do that again,” he sighs as he rests his head on my chest.
It wasn’t until a minute later, when I realize I never answered him, I’ve been so caught up in my own confusing thoughts, but he is already fast asleep.
What the fuck happened today? What’s going to happen when he wakes up tomorrow?
TBC
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