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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Evil bindings

          In a room so grand sat the Ruler of all the Worlds, the Galaxies under his commands, any whim fulfilled without question, and whom ever dared defied him dealt with an overpowering force, that will always remain under his power.

            Piccolo reclined against his seat, the polished skull of his one time greatest enemy sat among his trophies. His smile darkened his greatest memory and victory, a victory that was given to him by an alien.

            The Saiyans were coming, and they all prepared, training, training, and more training; but he plotted as well. This turned out as he hoped for, with some minor difficulties, but in the end his wicked planning turned out perfectly.

            Goku was outmatched by the small Saiyan male, before the Saiyan named Vegeta finished Goku off, he was delayed by the others, Krillen and Gohan, and they put up quite a fight, weakening the Prince down, draining nearly everything he had. That was when he stepped in, taking the attention of Krillen and Gohan away from Vegeta. Which gave the Prince ample opportunity to kill Goku, and to Piccolo’s joy, the Prince didn’t waste it. Wobbling over to Goku, Vegeta grinned evilly and slammed a fist down Goku’s windpipe, crushing it, choking him slowly, and he watched.

            What Piccolo didn’t expect, was Gohan’s refusal to join him, didn’t expect the boy to fight as much as he had, and what shocked him utterly was his inability to kill the child. Thankful Vegeta had no qualms against it, smashing his booted foot down, nearly in the same fashion he had with its father. Vegeta was pure evil, perhaps more so than himself. Krillen was done in with no problems on his part, a beam left him to be nothing more than ashes.

            Piccolo finished the job effortlessly, contemplating killing the weaken Saiyan; he was much more powerful than him at that very moment, and the possibilities of betrayal strong in that one. They stood there, Vegeta hunched over in pain, doing his best to stand tall in front of him, their eyes locked in a battle, and he made his choice. With a quick powerful blow to the drained Saiyans skull, he knocked him unconscious, catching his falling body in his large arm, studying the Saiyan. He wiped the blood stains away from his damage eye, scanning over his features; he was pleasing to look at, certainly. In a flash he flew with great speed to the lookout, to Kami, Vegeta under his pit, hanging like a sac.

            He plundered it, locking Kami away in the room of space, lost in another dimension, killed the black skinned genie, gathered the dragon balls, held them together, kept Vegeta under a deep sleep with his mystic powers, and waited.

            Plundered Earth, enslaving the humans under his will, roared with power, his freedom, his evil self giddy on the power he wielded over the humans, the great demon king returned and reclaimed what was his.

            Made his wish, unending power, demolishing power, a power of a god. Made himself immortal, and finally made his decision on the Saiyan laying on the soft mattress, slumbering. He healed him, woke him, and told the Saiyan of his conquest, of his power, and what was now expected of the Saiyan. Vegeta wouldn’t be Vegeta if he didn’t put up a fight. The Saiyan demanded freedom, denied the demon king… this did not prove well for Piccolo, for a year he sat and watched over the Prince, thinking, mulling over what he wanted to do with the Prince exactly, desires bloomed, and he fought them, swallowed them down, but his hand would graze the finely made face lax in sleep, tried killing him, the destructive ball of energy in his hand wouldn’t release; he couldn’t kill him, beautiful, evil, his…

            Piccolo came from his musings by the Saiyan in question coming up to his throne. His upper body exposed to his delight, the black pants hung on his curves perfectly, and blood stained chest, like artistic strokes of a brush, the blood of Vegeta’s enemies worn like a trophy. The last two remaining Saiyans behind him, walking with their heads down, slaves to their Prince’s will, Brolly and Turles.

            Piccolo smirked when Vegeta made his way closer, a purr reaching his ear, coming from the depths of Vegeta’s throat. “Master.” Stepping up to the podium, Vegeta reached out to stroke Piccolo’s cool skin. “My king.”

            Piccolo placed his hand on top of the Prince’s and smiled. “Tell me of your adventures.”

            Vegeta chuckled darkly. “The cold empire is no more. They all are dead, the entire race, torn asunder, limb by limb.” Vegeta straddled Piccolos hips, his body pressing in closer, licking the side of Piccolo’s face with a sweep of his broad tongue. “I drank their blood, and ate their beating hearts. You are now the most feared being in the universe, and we.” Vegeta leaned back waving his hands over to his fellow Saiyans. “Are you’re instruments of.” Vegeta leaned in, purring into Piccolo’s ear. “Death.”

            Piccolo shuddered, the lithe body on top of him moved back and forth, rocking his hips against his hardening member. The wicked words leaving those delicious lips making him shudder; yes this Saiyan above him was full of pure unadulterated wickedness, death was just a game for him to play, the organs and blood was his toys; Piccolo licked his suddenly parched lips, the best decision he had ever made was placing this Saiyan under his power.

            Piccolo growled to the others. “Leave at once, and allow no one to come in.” He heard Vegeta mewl happily in his ear, his ass grinding down harder on his groin, making his blood boil. He didn’t wait to be alone before he lifted Vegeta’s hips, pulling out his throbbing cock and tore away the back of Vegeta’s pants, exposing his ass to the chilled air of the room. His heart pounded harshly against his chest, his breaths erratic, while the Prince continued to pump his hips and purr contently, calmly; seductively.

            Vegeta arched his chest forward, offering the dried crimson surrounding his nipple to his master, his hands made a perch on Piccolo’s shaky knees. He moaned when the offer was gobbled up by a heated mouth, a wicked tongue played with the hardening nub, fangs and claws excited the Prince’s body.

            Piccolo growled around the nipple, biting down to create an open wound for more blood to tickle his tongue. His cock throbbed and leaked, no longer able to contain himself, he snatched up the Prince’s hips, stilling them, and probed his pulsating entrance with the bulbous head of his cock. He listened to the mewls and whimpers of the Prince above him, felt the hips trying to move away, and with an evil leer he pushed the Saiyan hips down while he slammed up, tearing his way inside the tight passage, creating a tear in the ring, blood be all the lubrication they needed. An ear piercing wail came from the Prince’s agape mouth; the sound reverberated against the marble walls, his eyes wide staring into the ceiling above brimming with tears.

            Piccolo grinned, his fangs glimmering in the light, a hand moved up to pinch the Prince’s chin in its hold, making him look down upon him, he wanted to see that pain laced in his eyes, needed to watch his Prince’s slow metamorphosis into pleasure. Those crystalline tears were tasteful, enough so to lick away. His hips never stopping its movements, slamming up, slowly pull out all the way, to plunder that tight ass with another slam upwards, with each thrust, Vegeta’s breath hitched, making the leering Piccolo growl happily.

            Slowly he watched the furrowed brows relax, slowly those hands moved upwards, placing them on his chest, the tan skin clashed against his emerald; magnificent. There it was, the tilt back, Vegeta arched his back fully, taking Piccolo in deep with a exhilarated moan, with a snap he tossed his head, making that silky hair dance in the air. “Master, fuck me, fuck me… oh yeah! Fuck me!”

            Piccolo jumped up, startling the Prince, only to turn him over, and slam him down on his throne, his legs lifted and spread fully, Piccolo licked his fang at the sight, fully appreciating the flexibility of the Prince, he held him spread eagle, and slammed himself in once again, pumping his hips with everything he could muster, his cock demolishing the tight entrance doing its best to push him out; he wouldn’t have it, growled and snapped his teeth at the Prince hollering and withering sporadically in his throne, clawing at the arms of the thick wood, gouging and splintering it under his power.

            With each powerful pound forward left the Prince in near tears at the sparkling lights behind his eyes, blinding him, the monstrous demoniac look of the master intensified his lust, more, more, more; he needed so much more.

            Piccolo slammed down, clamping his fangs deep into the shoulder of the Prince, and revelled in the bellowing purrish screech that came from the Prince, filling his mouth of blood he pulled his fangs from the flesh, pressing his lips to the Prince’s making him open his mouth to share his mouthful. Vegeta’s eyes rolled up, his body quaked with uncontrollable tremors, his cock twitched, once, twice, thrice until it poured molten cum from its shaft, pooling hotly on his groin. Piccolo pierced Vegeta’s bottom lip from the clamping ferocity of the entrance walls pulsating and tightening around him, making his hips quiver, and his sac to tremble, he came in flood, filling the Prince’s ass, spilling down the crack, creating a puddle on his velvet seat.

            Vegeta whined when the fang released his lip, making fresh blood to fill his mouth and spill over the side, only to be swept away by the greedy tongue of his master, he smiled, a stinging throb of his lip made him wince. Vegeta purred, lifting and tilting his head to give better access to Piccolo. “Master…”

            I will do all review and answer with the next chapters. More lemons on the way ;) you best believe there will be. Only 5 more chapters left, then it is done and then I will be partying my ass off. B~days are awesome lol.

          Till then, rate, review, and enjoy. Till next time in a land far far away. V.W
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