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I Made You a Snack	By : Anatra Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s Notes to self and others: I don�t own DBZ, I
just use the characters and twist them into my own personal fantasies. All I
have is a crapload of action figures, and some VHS/DVD box-sets. Oh! And my
Vegeta wall scroll! He gets to watch me at night�.

Warning: I�m a yaoi fangirl. Meaning, I like male on
male pairings. If you don�t�then I suggest you start doing so, because there�s
nothing better! U_u Goten/Trunks, Vegeta/Goku are the main pairings, Gohan/Piccolo
may show up later. Err�.I just realized that this may turn slightly
incestual. But since there will be no mpreg in my fic, the risk of inbreeding
is gone so I don�t see any issues.

Random Squealing: One of my favorite authors in the
WORLD reviewed my fic o_o; This is what my life as writer has come to�getting
the approval of those who I have revered for quite some time. Wow. So, yeah,
this chapter�s dedicated to Talon and in future chapters, I may pay homage to
one of her stories in a little insert. I have the idea already. ^_^


P.S. Go read Homecoming and demand that a sequel be written
;) Mmm�Bardock/Kakarot/Raditz action XD

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Vegeta led the way into the
living room of the capsule house, his slave, Kakarotto following faithfully at
his heels. Goten walked behind his crawling father, eyeing his rear end as he
made his way over to the couch. There, he settled comfortably on the piece of
leather furniture near the fire, Trunks sitting stiffly on the floor at his
feet.

Goku watched the other pet with a
critical eye. �The boy was obviously highly uncomfortable with everything. He�d
be no fun to play with till he learned to relax! Perhaps he was still confused,
or newer to this kind of lifestyle than the two fathers had thought. Maybe it
was too early for this kind of fun.� Goku mused but decided that it was not his
concern. He padded over to Vegeta�s usual chair and flopped down in his regular
position on the rug between the chair and the fireplace. He sighed in
contentment, quite pleased to see that Vegeta had thought to light a roaring
fire within. The warmth relaxed his muscles and made him feel drowsy.

�Lazy beast!� Vegeta snapped,
�Who told you to slack off!?� the prince demanded angrily, stomping his
heavy-booted foot angrily. �Bakarotto! Get your sorry tail over here now!� If
one had the ability to see emotion, rage would have been seen leaking out of
Vegeta�s pores in copious quantities, much like smoke swirling up from a
rampaging inferno.

At this Goku�s head shot up, eyes
widening in shock at the anger he felt through the mating bond. �Whoops�really
screwed up this time!� he thought; quickly dropped his eyes to the floor and
looked guilty. Vegeta growled threateningly and Goku immediately scuttled over
on all fours to crouch before his irate master.

�You are to serve our guests!
Offer them refreshments or serviceten ten may have need of your talents, or
perhaps he wishes Trunks to partake in them! When you have finished seeing to
their needs, you will then see to mine!� Vegeta stated composedly, having
brought his anger back to a low simmer.

�Yes Master�� Goku whispered,
shaking slightly. He was supposed to offer himself sexually to his own son!?
His own flesh and blood!? Vegeta must be mad to think the boy would actually
accept his offer. Crawling over to the couch, he kneeled before the
black-haired demi. �Goten-Sama�.� Goku�s voice cracked slightly. �May I offer
you food or drink?� he asked. Goten nodded slowly, a devilish smirk spread
across his features.

�Hai Bakarotto. I hunger and
thirst. I also lust. Perhaps you can do something about that when you bring me
my �refreshments�� he stated, leering at his stunned father. He�d take the food
and drink for sure, but the last request was just to set Goku on edge and to
test Vegeta�s col ovl over him. He had at first thought to take the elder
saiyajin�s offer, but he knew that doing so would introduce a new element into
his life that he was not quite prepared to have to deal with.

Goku cringed at his son�s use of
the hated slave name. �Damn you Vegeta� he cursed mentally before he scurried
off to the kitchen to get the easier part of his service done with. Oh Gods, he
couldn�t think about having to sexually pleasure his son right now or he�d get
too distracted. Once in the kitchen, he pulled himself to his feet and began
getting the pre-prepared snacks out of the fridge.

Trunks gasped at his Master�s
words, terror-stricken blue eyes stared up at G wit with unabashed horror. �You
can�t cheat on me with your father!!!� he burst out, and looked pleadingly up
at Goten, face distraught.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He
hadn�t thought that Goten would want to accept Goku�s tender, it was just
common courtesy for a slave to present himself for use sexually to other
dominants who were guests in his house. His own boy�s reaction was legit
enough, but no doubt he�d be punished severely for his outburst. Vegeta leaned
forward in his chair, interested in what Goten would do next.

The sound of Goten�s hand against
Trunks� face was the first thing to break the sudden silence in the room. A
small cry of pain was next, as the lavender-haired demi slumped to the ground,
his hand clutching his bruised visage. Whimpering quietly, Trunks looked up at
his Master reproachfully, eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration.

Goten snarled uncompassionately
at his pet. �Quiet slave!� he ordered, voice cold as he watched Trunks pull
himself to a sitting position. �It is my business with whom I partake in
pleasure, not yours. You will do well to remember that.� He stated. �You should
hold your tongue before you speak rashly. I was not planning on accepting my
father�s offer, I simply wanted to test both you and him. He has passed with
flying colors, proof of Vegeta-san�s superior training. You on the other hand,
have failed me.�

The lavender-haired demi�s eyes
widened at Goten�s words. His mind did ecstatic backflips upon learning that
Goten wasn�t planning on cheating on him with Goku, but the other part of his
brain forced him to realize how y hey he�d made his master. Especially now that
he�d failed some sort of test, and to make it even worse, he�d failed yet again
in front of his father. Trunks hung his head dejectedly. �Master�I appo-� he
was cut off by another rough hit to the back of his head. Told to be silent
again, he simply stared at the ground, lower jaw clenched tightly to prevent
sobs from welling to the surface. This wasn�t going well at all!

Vegeta looked on at this scene
with slight feelings of sympathy for his offspring. �I have a gag you may make
use of if you wish.� He stated gruffly, knowing Trunks� inability to remain
silent. Every since he was a chibi, the demi-brat had a bad habit of talking
constantly. This strange new situation was hard enough for the boy as it was.
There was no reason to make his son suffer needlessly.

Goten glanced over to Vegeta as
the other man spoke. �Ah�.hai Vegeta-san�that sounds excellent.� He said,
glowering at his pet, who was sitting quietly at his feet, rubbing sulkily at
the rapidly forming, angry bruise on his cheek.

�Bakarotto!� the prince called
back into the kitchen. �What the hell�s keeping you!?� He demanded, glancing at
the clock on the mantle above the fireplace. Goku heard his master�s summons
from the other room and sweatdropped, swallowing the few appetizers he�d
decided to grab before the other three saiyajins got their paws on them.

�Here Master!� he called, pushing
the door open and entering quietly, the two trays balanced in either hand.
Vegeta huffed and gave him a look which said, �about bloody time� be
mo
motioning for Goku to serve the guests first. The slave saiyajin knelt down
before his son, offering him a selection from the appetizer tray as well as a
napkin before presenting him with the drinks.

Goten took the offered food and
drink before settling himself more comfortably on the couch. �My pet will not
be having any.� He told Goku who was still waiting for directions on whether to
give Trunks anything. The older man nodded and retreated to serve his master
next. Vegeta took several things off the tray then grabbed a drink.

Vegeta took a bite of his food
and smirked, stroking Goku�s spikes a bit as the slave knelt down beside his
chair once more. �Bakarotto, before you get comfortable, fetch an extra bowl
and a pitcher of water from the kitchen. Oh, and on your way, grab one of our
spare gags.� Goku raised an eyebrow, his startled gaze going directly to the
other slave.

Trunks sat hunched over at his
Master�s side, shaking slightly with the effort it required to keep himself
silent. He had a huge urge to simply break down into tears, but it would be
unbefitting of a pet to do so, and even more unbefitting of a saiyajin prince.

Goku felt immediately sorry for
his Master�s son, but, obeying Vegeta�s bidding, he got up and went to fetch
the required items, leaving the room quietly. He returned shortly, carrying the
requested things and depositing them before his master.

�Good Bakarotto...you may take
refreshment now, and pour the extra bowl for Trunks for later.� Vegeta ordered.
He picked up the gag and rose from his chair. Vegeta walked over to Goten and
passed him the equipment with a slight smile in Trunks� direction. �Here Goten,
use it if you feel the need.� He said quietly, watching with fascination as his
son�s back tensed upon hearing his father�s words. The young pet shook even
more, trying to curl into an even smaller ball at his master�s feet.

Goku sighed with disappointment
as he poured plain, boring water from the pitcher into his bowl on the floor
beside Vegeta�s chair, and, added another one, filling it for Trunks and
pushing it towards Goten�s chair. Feeling slightly thirsty, he decided to
partake in the drink as Vegeta had given him permission to. Goku lowered his head
to his bowl, tongue darting into the clear liquid and lapping as silently as
possible at the water; a hard task. Sure, he was good with his mouth, but
drinking like some sort of large feline was much harder than using a glass, but
as a slave, he knew his place, and had resigned himself to drinking like the
pet he was.



Goten smiled at the Prince as he
was offered the item in question. �Thank you Vegeta-san.� He murmured, taking
it, before looking down at Trunks. �Head up pet�� he intoned quietly. He was
greeted with the sight of his sla tea tear-streaked face as it looked up
shakily. �Open.� He ordered, steeling his heart against the highly-effective
puppy dog eyes which Trunks was trying to use against him. His pet whimpered,
not wanting to be gagged at all, let alone in a scene such as this. �Open.� He
stated again, eyes narrowing at his pet�s reticence. Trunks did as he was
commanded and winced as the black ball was shoved between his teeth and the
leather strap was buckled tightly behind his head.

The lavender-haired demi shook
himself slightly, trying to dislodge the gag to no avail. No matter what he
did, it would not become more comfortable so he simply sighed heavily and
contented himself with chewing on it. Chewing helped him quiet his sobs and
comforted him as much as anything else would. All he wanted right now was to
cuddle in Goten�s arms, but it did not look like he�d be getting to do that any
time soon.

Goku abandoned his drink, lifting
his head from the bowl, water dripping off his chin. Wiping it with the back of
his arm, he glanced up at Vegeta who had reseated himself. Vegeta raised an
eyebrow at his pet and simply wed ted the younger Saiyajin crawl over to the
desolate Trunks. Goku hesitated in front of his son, peering upwards at Goten
through lowered eyes. �Err�Goten-sama.� He murmured quietly, �I know it is not
my place to say anything but��


Goku was promptly interrupted by a cold voice above him. �No Bakarotto, it�s
not your place. Return to your Master.ten ten ordered, pointing to the place
beside Vegeta�s chair. Vegeta smirked, deciding to help Goten out since he
wasn�t so sure Kakarotto was going to listen to him.


�Here, Baka!� Vegeta called, snapping his fingers and pointing to the floor
beside him. �Come sit�you shouldn�t interrupt a master when he�s dealing with
his pet, you know that.� He admonished gently, reaching down to tug playfully
on Goku�s collar when the larger saiyajin finally reached him. Goku grumbled
good-naturedly but settled, resting his chin on Vegeta�s leg so that he could
get scritches. His master complied and stroked Goku�s raven-colored spikes
idly.


Trunks glanced up at the sound of Goku� contented sights. He stared with wide,
jealous eyes at the obviously comfortable relationship that his father and
Goku-san enjoyed. Goten was still new new and unsure of himself to allow
himself to relax that much. He was always highly defensive and uptight, which made
for, especially in this case, a miserable experience for Trunks. His jaw ached
as he continued to chew on the ball-gag, wishing that his father had not
suggested that Goku fetch a spare one. Who kept spare gags anyway!?!!
Weirdos�.did Vegeta and Goku have guests often!? Maybe they ran a BDSM club in
secret!? Trunks blinked at the thought. The way this place was set up, or, what
he�d seen at least, it was a distinct possibility. Looking around with a sudden
new interest, Trunks headtilted, eyes darting around the room and judging how
many masters and pets it would fit comfortably. Hmm�enough, that was for sure.


Goten looked down at his pet, a smile playing across his features. Looked like
Trunks had recovered nicely. The boy was hard to keep down, and Goten swore he
could almost see his pet�s mind working. �What�re you thinking about hmm?� he
asks, leaning down to ruffle his slave�s hair gently, in a forgiving manor.
Bright eyes darted up to stare into his intently and Goten raised a finger to poke
Trunks on the nose. �It�s not polite to stare at your Master Chibi�� he pointed
out, grinning a bit to show he wasn�t truly angry. Trunks squirmed a bit and
leaned into Goten�s leg, asking for similar treatment as Goku was receiving.
His master smirked and began running his fingers through his hair.


Vegeta was glad that Goten and Trunks were feeling better about each other. He
didn�t want any of the activities he had planned for the week to go badly
because of a misunderstanding at the start! �So what shall we do now Goten?� he
asked, breaking the comfortable silence. �I�ve got a list of a few things we
should go over, but if you have any ideas or suggestions�.I want to hear them.�
He stated, reaching for his drink on the table and shooing Goku away, obviously
tired of petting him.


Goku left Vegeta�s side with a slight sulk and went back to nose his bowl,
optimistically checking to see if the plain water had turned into something
more interesting. Much to his consternation, it hadn�t. �Crap...� he muttered,
pouting before leaning down to lap up more of the liquid, still thirsty despite
the unappetizing drink before him.


Goten nodded, �Hai Vegeta�.well, I suppose, I was certainly interested in the
additional training you mentioned during our first chat. As you�re now well
aware, I think Trunks here could use some extra discipline.� Trunks just huffed
behind his gag
a            ``Bnd
pulled away from his master�s stroking fingers. Vegeta chuckled quietly at this
and nodded as Goten continued. �I assume we�re going to break for dinner? If
so, I would love for Trunks to be taught proper serving etiquite as I was so
impressed with how Go�err..I mean Bakarotto performed.�


Goku�s head popped up from his bowl and he just glared at his son. If the brat
didn�t stop using that bloody slave name� a low growl rumbled deep in his
chest, unbeknownst to the saiyajin who was doing it. Vegeta blinked in
confusion as he peered down at Goku. �Does somebody else need to be gagged?!
What�s your problem!?� The prince demanded angrily. Goku immediately shut up
upon realizing what he was doing and simply hung his head, slinking out of his
master�s sight behind Vegeta�s chair. Vegeta snorted and rolled his eyes, �I
don�t think so!� he announced, �Get out here and make yourself useful!� he
ordered, snapping his fingers. Goku whimpered and crawled out to where he could
be seen. �All fours, right there!� Vegeta barked, pointing directly in front of
him. Goku cringed, knowing what was going to come next. As he moved into
position he grumbled quietly as his Master propped his feet up on him and used
him as a footstool.


Goten laughed, �Very nice Vegeta-san�. Living furniture!� he exclaimed,
grinning down at Trunks who just cringed away from him, not wanting to receive
the same fate. Not wanting though had nothing to do with Goten�s wishes and he
soon found himself supporting his master�s boots. �How about the pet who serves
properly as furniture for the longest gets dessert tonight?� Goten asks Vegeta
who raised an eyebrow at the challenge.
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