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Notes:
Slash. M/M. Sex eventually. *In fact, this chapter is all sex * Mpreg. Chi-Chi
bashing. AU, I guess. *isn’t all
fanfiction AU?*
Oh, and I don’t own them. Of course I don’t, or I would be rich.
~~~~**
The
very smell was enough to make Vegeta instantly aroused. Attempting to avoid the smell, to block it
out by pinching his nose had given him a migraine but did not prove effective. In fact, the harder he tried to ignore
Kakarot, the harder he tried to look away, to not see or smell, the harder the
baka tried to be seen and smelt. To the
point where as Vegeta looked at him he realized it would be futile to back out
now. He was the Prince of All Saiyans
and it was his duty and his privilege to have any fertile Saiyan at his
disposal.
Kami! Especially when they smelt like that, and
the taste of chocolate in Kakarots mouth, smooth and velvety, innocent and yet,
under it all, the heartbeat that was a Saiyan, pure Saiyan. Instincts rose in Vegeta that had been
dormant. He shoved the taller man down,
pinned him against the bed and growled, roared as loudly as he could, to claim
this mate. The walls shuddered, and
underneath him, replying in instinct so strong it clouded Kakarot’s black eyes,
the taller Saiyan purred and grabbed his legs to spread them as far as he
could. The tail curled out of the way,
and except for the horrendous orange, there was nothing in Vegeta’s way. Kakarot had unwittingly, shamelessly
displayed himself for the conquest and there was absolutely no way to back out
of it now. Consequences and pride be
damned!
Vegeta
pressed his palms to the hard chest under him and bent to kiss Goku again. Gnashed their teeth together, attacked the
mouth under him until he drew blood, and tasted the heady smell in the
blood. Without preamble, without even
an attempt at an explanation, Vegeta grabbed handfuls of the gi and ripped it straight
down the center, and threw the tattered remains away. He pulled back to look at his conquest and smirked. Yes.
This certainly befitted someone of his stature.
The
purr turned into a needy little whine, Goku stretched out on the bed, rolled
his hips provocatively and then in a voice that shoved coherent thought away
whimpered: “ ‘Geta…”
Vegeta
wrapped his hands around Goku’s thighs and pulled him down to the edge of the
bed, spread him wide, far enough that it had tot bet because men were not made
to spread their legs so far, and then shoved his own confining spandex away
from his erection. Goku’s purring got
louder, he was writhing on the bed in a dance as old as the Saiyan race, a
dance that made Vegeta’s blood boil just to watch the strongest warrior on any
planet squirm like a seasoned whore.
Another growl, another bloody kiss, and then, blindly, Vegeta shoved
himself deep inside Goku. The baka’s
mouth fell open, soundlessly screaming out.
The whole body tensed, ki spiked high enough to shatter glass. The whole room trembled, the whole house was
shaking, right down to the foundation.
It
only fueled Vegeta’s arousal. He grit
his teeth hard together, drew blood from his own mouth and swallowed it as he
pulled out of the body beneath him, took in the satisfied look on his mate’s
face and slammed back in. Goku screamed
then, his back when completely straight, his eyes squeezed shut, hands
tightened impossibly around his own knees.
Perfection,
Vegeta thought, utter perfection.
Then,
between the screaming and the purring, Goku breathed one word: “More.”
Vegeta
happily obliged, felt that subconscious barrier break, and pounded into his
mate. Harder and faster than any other
race could possibly had withstood, Vegeta strove to meet Goku’s needs. Their hearts were beating so loudly it was
audible in the room and they fucked to that beat, meeting each other. Sweat made them slide against each other,
bloody teeth gritted and bared, Vegeta snarling and growling, Goku’s endless,
mindless purring that drove them higher and higher. Pleasure became a sort of spiked pain that made it impossible to
stop.
“More,
Vegeta!” Goku whined. He beat at the
bed with his head, used his strength to shove back against every thrust. His whole body was on fire, sweating and
needy and nothing had ever felt so right in all his life. But the need, the burn in his chest and his
stomach was too much to stand, and he shoved himself upright, shoved Vegeta
back, toppling them to the floor. Goku
landed on top and he mindlessly thrust himself down on Vegeta, again and
again. He could feel something inside
of him, some feeling that was building and building but he couldn’t reach the
peak, couldn’t manage to achieve whatever his goal was.
Vegeta
snarled under him and grabbed him by the biceps, shoved him over, unseating
Goku and shoved him face down against he floor. The hand moved to the back of his neck, shoving him down, and
Goku whimpered, pressed back against nothing.
It was insane! He needed Vegeta
right now! Where the hell was he? What was he doing? The hand moved down his back, to wrap around his tail, and then,
with a vicious thrust that ripped another scream from Goku’s throat, Vegeta
entered him again. The Prince raised
the tail to his mouth, blew against it as he fucked Goku, and then, just as
Goku was banging his head against the floor in frustrated ecstasy, the Prince
closed his mouth around the tail.
Everything
exploded. Ki rose high enough to blast
the walls and everything shook, broke, fell in on itself, destroyed whatever
semblance of human life Goku had been leading.
More than that, Goku felt his own body explode, his lungs struggled for
breath, his heart beat so hard that he thought for a moment it would beat right
out of his chest.
But
his prince was still hard, hot, inside of him.
There was an amused chuckle, then the Prince leaned down to whisper
dirty little words in Goku’s ear: “Saiyan women have multiple orgasams.” Strong arms wrapped around Goku’s midsection
and pulled him up until he was sitting.
“Look at what you did, Kakarot.”
The
whole room was destroyed. He was too
concerned with recovering to really care that the walls were no longer
shielding them from whoever would have the unfortunate luck to pass by. But Vegeta was just behind him—inside
him—and he chuckled darkly again. “I
think we need to move this somewhere else.”
Goku
whimpered, tightened himself around Vegeta.
“No…” Breathless. “Please,
‘Geta. More.”
But
the Prince just bit his ear and promised: “Soon.”
~~~~**
Goku didn’t want to move,
’t w’t want to put clothes back on his burning flesh, didn’t want to follow
Vegeta as they flew away from the rumble that had once been his home. Didn’t want to fly behind the man and smell
the arousal and feel his own body respond, the quickening in him that wasn’t
masculine, but something else, as if his body were preparing to receive his
prince. Which it had, Goku knew,
everything was a haze, but he knew Vegeta had been inside of him, had been a
part of him. And it had never felt so
right. Nothing had ever felt as right
as the slide of his Prince within him.
And yet; how was that even possible?
Vegeta
stopped, dropped through a forest of broken trees. He landed, just where Goku had been earlier that day, and turned
to look at him.
Shamelessly,
without his mate asking it of him, Goku shed his clothes, tossed them to one
side and licked his lips. Who cared how
it was possible? Who cared if
technically it should be impossible for Vegeta to be inside of him? It was possible, it was delicious and Goku
wasn’t going to deny himself a chance to make more Saiyans.
Vegeta
grinned at him and stripped off his own tight apparel. They faced each other, and Goku fell to his
knees, whimpered and purred and knew that even if he was the strongest, Vegeta was
the superior here. The Prince was right
there, at his side, bending to kiss him, to push him forward onto his hands and
knees. “Stay,” he whispered into Goku’s
ear.
Then
he moved, back to where he was most needed, behind Goku. Warm fingers ran down Goku’s spine, circled
the base of his tail, traced patterns over his ass and then moved lower, to
just behind his erection—odd, why was that there still? He had come—and fingers slipped inside. Rational thought disappeared. Goku’s every thought was a purr, every word
was an expression of pleasure and instinct as he tried to show his Prince what
he wanted.
There
was that chuckle again, and fingers slid back out, ran up his hips, circled his
tail again. Then Vegeta pushed in
again, easier than before, and once he was in as far as he could go,
stopped. His chest was pressed against
Goku’s back, his breath on his shoulder blades. “What do you want Kakarot.”
Whimper. Backward little thrust, an attempt to
communicate without using words. But
Vegeta didn’t move, just smiled and kissed the inflamed skin of his back. “What is it Kakarot?”
Dirty
words; Goku thought. Every dirty word
he had ever heard said rose in him and he spit out the first ones he thought
of: “Fuck me.” Felt instincts in him
clash. He wanted to grab Vegeta, throw
him to the ground, remind the little Prince who was the stronger, and then the
other part wanted to spread wider open, beg to be fucked hard. "Please!” he hissed.
Vegeta
obliged him. Pulled out, pushed back
in, further and further into his body, into parts of him that Goku never knew
he had. Something was happening inside
of him. Goku could feel it, feel the
way Vegeta was inside him, spreading life inside of him. And Goku clenched around him, screamed out
in pleasure and frustration, because it was so good but it wasn’t enough.
Vegeta
took his hand, waited patiently as Goku adjusted his balance so he could hold
himself up with one hand. Then guided
the other hand to his erection. “Lets
not forget you’re still part boy,” he whispered. Then he moved away, wrapped princely hands around Goku’s hips,
dug his fingers in deep and bruised him.
Fucked him hard. Goku tightened
his hand around his erection and thrust into his sweaty palm.
The
world around them took on a yellow hue.
Vegeta cursed when the flesh around his erection hardened and got
tighter. Goku howled again, his hair
flickered yellow and black, his whole body tightened and loosened like a live
wire snapping. Brutality struck Vegeta
suddenly, and he lowered his mouth to sink teeth into the flesh under him. Blood blossomed.
Then,
in an explosion even more magnificent than before, the two Saiyans growled out
their pleasure and collapsed into each other.
~~~~**
Goku
moved first, felt something slippery between his thighs and frowned. Vegeta just laughed at him.
“You
are such an idiot, Kakarot,” the Prince said.
“What
happened Vegeta?” Goku asked.
Vegeta
was lying flat on his back, staring straight up at the sky. His heart was slowly settling back into a
normal pace. “Fucking happened.”
“But,”
Goku said quietly as he turned to face the Prince. “How?”
Vegeta
rose a single eyebrow in distaste.
Laughed at him again. Well, Goku
thought sourly, it was good to know that even after fucking the Prince still
thought he was better than everyone.
Some things never changed, apparently.
“You
wished to make more Saiyans,” Vegeta said, “And the dragon granted your wish.”
“What
do you mean?” Goku whispered.
Vegeta
frowned at him and reached down to pull Goku’s leg up. Then he ran his fingers down the brawny
thigh, to just behind Goku’s penis and slipped his fingers inside of him
again. “Feel that, Kakarot?”
Goku
whimpered. Sore is what he felt, but as
strong fingers moved in and out of him there was something else there too, a
new awakening of need. “What is it?” he
asked. His hands wrapped around
Vegeta’s arms, tightening and untightening.
“It’s
a vagina,” Vegeta said. That stupid
laugh again. “Your wish turned you into
a woman.”
Gok>Goku
would have objected, would have fought against the insinuations, but he
couldn’t. He was thrusting his hips
against Vegeta again, Whimpering and purring and writhing as the fingers moved
inside of him. The taller Saiyan moved
his hand down Vegeta’s body, tugged at Vegeta’s returning erection and then
shoved the little Prince onto his back again, straddled him. Fingers slid out again and Goku lowered
himself on the erection instead.
“Careful,
Baka!” Vegeta hissed. His hands grabbed
at the brawny thighs, but Goku growled, felt male and female instincts rise,
meld, and he grabbed the Prince’s wrist, pinned them to the ground and slowly
rose and fell above his mate. Slowly,
so slowly it was a torture to both of them.
The slide was easier now, slippery, and smooth. Goku stared down at Vegeta, watched the dark
eyes contract and dilate. Wondered what
it felt like. Wondered why ChiChi had
hated this so much. Goku lowered his
head to kiss Vegeta, forced the arrogant smirk open, fought for dominance with
his teeth and his tongue in a way he had never thought he would fight. He thrust harder against the hips under
him. Quick little thrusts, over and
over again until it became subconscious, until he thought that all he would do
for eternity was fuck Vegeta. But, then,
all at once, he was shaking, howling into Vegeta. His teeth bit through a soft lip, and he sucked on the blood as
he rode through the orgasm. His grip on
the prince loosened, and he felt Vegeta’s hands on him but was too satisfied to
object. Fingers on his throat, pushing
him over, down, against the ground.
Vegeta was above him now, moving in him harder and faster until it hurt
and didn’t hurt all at the same time.
Goku just closed his eyes thought of the sky and the trees and a happy
life where he had dozens of little monsters like him.
“Fool!”
Vegeta breathed against his face.
“Idiot!” But the Prince was
still there, still thrusting into him, still shaking and burning with heat. Goku smiled lazily, ran his hands down the
Prince’s lithe back, dug his nails in, raked them down. Marked Vegeta. More growling, hissing, and then there was a liquid rush inside
of Goku.
Ven>Vegeta
pulled back, sat with his bare back against a tree and struggled to
breath. “No more,” he hissed.
Goku
just nodded. Felt lazy. “Whatever ‘Geta.”
~~~~~*
Whew. Hope you liked it. *camera pans to Goku and Vegeta sitting up in a bed, smoking*
The link for the whole scene is listed on my Profile. Couldn’t get it to show up here.
Gk: * pout
* Can I be on top next time?
VegetO.
Jaygoose: I toyed with this idea for a long time before
I just gave into the muse and decided to write it. Unfortunately I haven’t even seen the whole Anime (missed the
Cell Games./ Mirai Trunks saga.) I’ve
only seen the History of Trunks, Namek (Freiza saga) and the Majin Buu
saga. And played the Budokai game.
Very
pleased that you liked it and that you reviewed! Should update every day or every other day. * As long as the computer doesn’t die *
LadyLupin
Okay! I’ll update as often as possible. * but only one chapter a day *
Mechanical
Butterfly:
I
love the idea too! This fic is the
product of a lot of thinking and a lot of sleep deprivation.
Scarlet
tears:
*blushes
until ears are bright red *
Hecate
18
They’re
going to play chess! And watch soap
operas! Hope you liked this chapter
Aarika:
See
Goten and Trunks are a bit of a conundrum.
I want to put them in there. But
I’m not entirely sure how its going to happen yet. * or maybe I do know and I’m not tellin’! *
Coldpaws:
Did
you review at FF.net too?
Vejika:
Hopefully
It’ll stay good. Thankfully I know a
bunch of picky pregnant people to get ideas from. *although why anyone would want hot sauce and ice cream, I will
never know. *
Nirvana:
I
think that was my favorite part.
Kicking ChiChi out. Thank Kami
for Saiyan instincts.
Someone
Random:
Of
course there will be Slash! Silly. Slash makes the world go round.
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