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Desecration: Alternate

By Sefiru

Summary: Goku is a lot harder to
get rid of than Vegeta thought. And does he really want to?

Warnings: NC-17, BDSM, Angst, oral, anal, foot worship,
language.

Pairings: Vegeta/Goku, brief
Trunks/Goku

Disclaimer: I own Dragonball only
in my dreams and Akira Toriyama�s nightmares. Thank
you to Vixen for letting me use her story idea.

Kit-kit: glad you liked it! More to come �

pun_xy: you really are a purple Saiyan groupie ^^! As for Vegeta � I like Vegeta. I feel
like I understand him much better than the other characters;
that�s why I prefer to write from his POV. And hey � snark
is fun!

This chapter: Some good old-fashioned smut. Vegeta explores
his new powers �

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Chapter 3

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�� Vegeta lay awake
through the night, thinking. He had witnessed Kakarott�s
behavior but he couldn�t quite believe it; he was under no duress, felt no
fear, and yet he seemed willing and eager to do anything the prince commanded
him to do. Even things that were embarrassing or
uncomfortable. Why? What did he get out of this? Vegeta knew what he was getting: a slave waiting on his
every word was, indeed, a satisfying thing. His plan to destroy the other Saiyan looked rather silly now. What had he been trying to
accomplish anyway? This way he could get the maximum use out of his last
remaining subject.

�� The morning
brought his usual routine, training, research lab, sweep through the forest and
hunt, training again and dinner. To his irritation he kept seeing images of
Kakarott. His voice screaming Vegeta�s name. His ass in the air as he licked semen from the floor. His
lips covering Vegeta�s feet in kisses � which hadn�t actually happened, curse
it. By the end of the evening meal he was thoroughly horny, grumpy and out of
patience. He spun out a thread of ki, Kakarott. Same room as
before. Be there.

�� Yes, my prince, came
the immediate response. The third class had IT so Vegeta fully expected him to
be in the room before him, and he was right. Kakarott was kneeling in the
middle of the room facing the door. Vegeta was pleased but didn�t show it.
�Second rule of etiquette, slave: bow when you greet me.�

�� Okay.� Kakarott
laid his hands on the floor and bowed. �Good evening, my prince.�

�� Hn.� Vegeta stepped into the
room. He�d ordered a few changes � removed the furniture and replaced it with a
more comfortable armchair, padded bench and cabinet. And he�d put down a rug;
damn if he was going to roll around on a marble floor, and Kakarott wouldn�t
appreciate it either. That thought brought a hint of a smile. Showing consideration
was quite a departure for him. �Face me,� he ordered as he sat. Kakarott turned
around. �I have some things to say to you, but first let�s do something about
your appearance. Expose yourself.�

�� Kakarott did so,
a blush creeping across his face. Once again, although full nudity didn�t
bother him, being clothed except for his cock and balls hanging out was
embarrassing. Vegeta smirked. �Now ascend.�

�� Hair turned gold,
eyes turned green. A reminder of just how powerful a being he was trying to
control; the risk sent a thrill through his body. �Good. Now listen carefully
because I�m only going to explain this once. I don�t understand you and I don�t
understand your behavior, but you�ve got me curious. I intend to train you as
my slave. I expect you to obey my every word, and I will teach you specific
responses to specific commands. Forget and you will be punished. Deliberately
disobey and you�ll be back where you started. On the other hand, perform
adequately and you will receive pleasure. Is that clear?�

�� Yes, my prince.�

�� While we�re on
the subject, is there anything you absolutely won�t do?�

�� Uh, I won�t harm
my family. I won�t do violence in cold blood. And, um, I won�t actually eat
shit.�

�� Hn. I do not want to know where you
got that idea.� Damn, he knows me better
than I thought! �That takes care of the technicalities. Come over here and
take off my boots.� Kakarott crawled forward and Vegeta�s groin tightened in
anticipation. He had been fantasizing about this all day � why, he wasn�t sure,
since nothing like it had ever crossed his mind before. The boots were quickly
pulled off and set aside. �Now continue from where you left off yesterday. Kiss
my feet until I tell you to stop.�

�� Kakarott�s eyes lit up in delight and he bent to his task.
At the first touch of lips to skin, Vegeta was suddenly very glad that Kakarott
couldn�t see his face. Kami, that felt good. The visuals weren�t bad either; the one
and only Legendary Super Saiyan was
on the ground before him, worshipping
his feet with his tongue. The most
powerful creature in the galaxy and he
had � something � that made Kakarott bend to his will. For once he felt like a prince
again.

�� Kakarott�s tongue found a sensitive spot and his breath
hitched. The third-class dragged his tongue over the same spot again, harder,
and he made a long hiss. Enough philosophy. He was
here to enjoy himself. He stretched back in his chair and, for the next several
minutes, savored the feeling of Kakarott�s mouth on
him. He occasionally directed his movements with terse orders. �Higher. Again. Right there �� Kakarott certainly had a talented
tongue. And how would it feel in other places? Trunks had said that � wait, he
didn�t like that thought at all.

�� Stop a moment.�
Kakarott straightened up, licking his lips. �Did you suck off Trunks the other
night?�

�� Huh? No, my prince.�

�� That sounded
honest. �Why did he say you did?�

�� Uh, probably to
get a rise out of you, I guess.�

�� Hn. What about the harpy? Ever
eat her out?�

�� No. She thought
it was gross.�

�� Well, then.
Vegeta�s hands dropped to his belt buckle; he noted with amusement that Kakarott�s eyes were locked on his every move. �From now
on, slave, your mouth belongs only to me. Is that understood?�

�� Yes, my prince.� Kakarott�s
gaze didn�t move from the cock that Vegeta was taking out of his pants.

�� Good. Now suck
me.�

�� Kakarott was good. He started slow, first licking
the head and then kissing it. He slid his jaws over it and sucked, then swirled
his tongue around the tip. Vegeta made a small sound of pleasure. Kakarott
purred in response, and the vibration made him almost shove his cock down his
subject�s throat. Kakarott backed off for a moment, but only to take a deep
breath; suddenly his shaft was engulfed from root to tip. Vegeta clenched his
fist in that golden hair to hold his slave�s head in place, but it wasn�t
necessary. Kakarott devoured him eagerly; his tongue seemed to find every
sensitive nerve. It was amazing: the Legendary was sucking him off. And I thought I could only control him when
he was chained up, he scoffed. Trunks
was right, I didn�t know my own power. He felt too good right now to be
annoyed by that.

�� Kakarott stopped
sliding his mouth over Vegeta�s cock and rammed it in as far as it would go. He
tensed his throat muscles and purred. The sudden intense sensation sent Vegeta
over the edge. With a grunt he shot his seed deep into Kakarott�s
throat and fell back in his chair; his subject carefully licked him clean. It
took a few breaths before his eyes focused again. Now, that kind of behavior
should be rewarded. �Good work.�

�� Kakarott�s breath caught, and he shuddered under Vegeta�s
hand. He came just from my words of
praise? Impossible. But the evidence was right
there on the carpet in front of him. Power. The idea
made his cock start to stiffen again at once. His appetite for this was
amazing.

�� He could really
use a drink, though. �Slave. In the cabinet you will
find a bottle of water, a cup, a bowl and some lube. Bring them here.�

�� Yes, my prince.�
His subject crawled over to get the items, and then returned moving on three
limbs. Very nice. He set them at Vegeta�s feet.

�� Now pour me a
drink.� Kakarott did so and pressed the cup into his hands. �For
yourself as well.� Kakarott filled the bowl and started to lift it to
his lips. �No, leave it on the floor.� He shrugged and set the bowl down, then
bent down to drink from it. Vegeta smirked as he sipped from his glass. Nice
view � sculpted back, ass up in the air. Soon enough the water was gone and he
felt refreshed in more ways than one. �Are you rested, Kakarott?�

�� Yes, my prince.�

�� Good. Undress,
turn around and lay your head on the floor.� He waited until his slave was in
position and continued, �Now take that lube and finger yourself.� He nearly
laughed out loud as Kakarott�s cheeks � both sets �
turned pink. He squeezed lube onto his fingers and pressed one to his ring,
circling slowly until it was loose enough to slide the finger in. His hand was
angled so that Vegeta had a good view of the action; he pumped his hole slowly
until he was fully hard again.

�� This time it was
Vegeta who couldn�t tear his eyes away. That tight, willing
hole. Ready for anything he chose to put in it. Fingers, cock, toys or
implements � seeing it done was almost more exciting than doing it himself. Two
fingers now; they made a soft sucking noise that blended with Kakarott�s groans of pleasure. The noises � the noises
always aroused him beyond measure. He could wait no longer.

�� Stop.� He stood, shed his clothes. He kicked the tube of
lube up into his hand and slathered up his cock. Kakarott was looking at him
over his shoulder. �Is this what you want, slave?� Kakarott�s tongue seemed to be disconnected for the moment.
Vegeta smirked. He dropped down behind his subject and grabbed his hips. �Don�t
you dare come before I do.�

�� Yes, my � aaaaugh!�
Vegeta bit his lip. That scream had been just perfect. Mixed pleasure and pain,
lust and need; he sounded just like he used to under the whip. Pain and pleasure. Interesting. And he had missed this. The
smell. The feel. Kakarott as a Super Saiyan was tighter, hotter, and his ki
tingled on Vegeta�s flesh. It was � it was � he didn�t care what it was. He let
the pleasure consume him; he pounded into the waiting hole until he poured out
his seed with a growl. Not two heartbeats later Kakarott came as well, shouting
his name to the sky. Vegeta held his position a minute longer to get the full
effect of the inner muscles milking him. Only then did he pull away.

�� Very nice.� The praise came naturally now, though he wasn�t
sure why he thought so. Perhaps it was because this time Kakarott felt pleasure
because of his will, and not in spite of it. He pulled on his clothes. �when you�ve caught your breath, Kakarott, get dressed and
come with me.� Then he stood with arms crossed, tapping his foot until his
subject complied. Kakarott scrambled for his clothes and in a few moments he
was once again dressed and kneeling at Vegeta�s feet. He had the strangest
expression on his face; he was looking at Vegeta with, what was that? Adoration? Surely not � but he liked it. �You can drop the
transformation now. And stand up. You�ll look silly crawling through the
halls.�

�� Kakarott blushed
at those words, and Vegeta smirked. Perhaps another time.
Halfway to his rooms, though, Vegeta started wondering what he was doing. This
wasn�t like him at all. It was too late to change his mind, though; the Prince
of All Saiyans did not waffle. He led his slave into his suite and shut the door, then
walked into the bedroom without looking back. The bed was lavish, more than
large enough for two, but Kakarott hadn�t earned that yet. �In the closet there
is a futon. Lay it out there.� He pointed at the foot of the bed. �I�m taking a
shower.�

�� Yes, my prince.�
Whatever. Vegeta slid the bathroom door shut and shed
his clothes. The hot water was a welcome distraction. What the hell was he thinking? Fucking the other Saiyan was one thing, but bringing him back to his room?
However � he didn�t want Kakarott out of his sight, either. Go with it tonight.
He could always pass it off as a one-time impuse.

�� He stepped out of
the shower to find Kakarott waiting for him, on his knees, holding up a folded
towel. Vegeta nodded his approval and dried himself quickly. �Your
turn. Get that stink off you.� When his subject emerged from the shower,
he was lounging on the bed, still naked. He pointed at the futon. �Sit.�
Kakarott sat. �You performed above my expectations today.� Far
above, actually. That�ll teach me
to underestimate a Saiyan. �You obeyed all of my
instructions. You served my pleasure well. And no idle chattering either. I am
pleased.�

�� Thank you, my
prince.�

�� Don�t let it go
to your head. Get to sleep.�

***

And the plot thickens. Vegeta�s gut is definitely running
ahead of his brain now � but his brain is catching up. Slowly.

Next chapter: Trunks gives his father a kick in the pants. Er, figuratively speaking. Things become more
clear � and more kinky. Stay tuned!
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