A Moment of Madness

Punch, kick, twist, parry, blast, kick, kick, punch, kick and repeat. Could he not escape from it? Everything he once found enjoyable had now lost its lustre. The training, the food, the sex. Yes, he had once enjoyed the sex with the human, and even felt pride when he bore her a son. But when he really got into it, tried to indulge his inner needs, she would start screaming in pain instead of pleasure. The last time he tried to enjoy the sex, he started to lose control of his strength and ended up dislocating her hip. Much to his surprise, she wasn’t mad, but he still held back more now, usually letting her ride him until she was satisfied.

He wondered if that’s how Kakarot and his witch fucked.

Sighing, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Increasing the gravity of his GR, he pushed himself harder. Punch, kick, blast, kick, kick, thrust, kick, nip, punch, lick, thrust, moan, bite.

‘Take me….’ Vegeta snarled and punched the wall, denting the strong metal. “Dammit!” Walking to the keyboard, he punched in a code. Metal squealed against metal as two doors opened in the floor. A large training bot was lifted via platform, its gears and lights twitching and blinking, awaiting for the program to begin.

“Begin program!” He hoped this would clear his head for the time being. No matter how dull it was to him, he could not let himself fall behind in training. Two huge guns dropped to take aim at Vegeta, and let loose a barrage of large metal balls. The bot’s tracker kept in tune with Vegeta’s movements as the prince deflected or destroyed the metal orbs. Tactics and movements, countering plans filled his mind.
Punch, blast, dodge, deflect, pant, kick, lick, scream, dodge, moan, punch, fuck.

‘Ah! God, harder!! Vegeta!!!’ He shook his head, growling. The tingle in his loins increased, and his spandex did little to hide his growing arousal. “Program! Increase speed and power!”

The bot complied, shooting the large ball bearings at greater pressure and moved into a rapid fire mode. Vegeta kicked and dodged, his hits and blasts growing clumsy.

‘Yes! Fuck me, ’Geta… Just like that…’ A large metal ball was blasted into Vegeta’s face, causing his head to snap to the side, his cheek reddening. “End program!” He spat on the floor, no blood. Looking at the bearing that hit him, it had received more damage than it inflicted.


His legs shook as he lowered himself to the floor. Glaring down at the obvious arousal, he rolled the top of his spandex down. This kind of distraction was acceptable during sleep, but now his fantasies seemed to be seeping out into his other dull, daily routines. This wouldn’t be a problem, if it weren’t for the fact he would be walking around with an erection.

Closing his eyes, he gripped his cock, picturing his smirking desire before him. A lust filled moan, and panting breath on against his ear. Slowly, he starting moving his hand.

‘Do you want me?’

“Yes…” He moaned lightly, his thumb rolling over his sensitive tip, his free hand stroking over his swollen sack.

‘Do you want to fuck me?’

“Yes!” His breath hitched. Pressing the palm of he hand to the GR’s floor, he lifted his hips, thrusting into the tight hand.

‘Fuck me hard?’

“Gods, yes!”

‘Take me!’

Vegeta closed his eyes tighter, forming a writhing figure in his mind, his hand moved with the form, his hips pounding frantically. He panted and moaned, dark eyes half lidded, pouting lips, slightly parted; thick spiked hair tangled, a toned back arching as Vegeta ravished the fantasy. The form lifted it’s hand, caressing the prince’s cheek.

‘Gods, ‘Geta…I need you.’

Feeling his climax fastly approaching, Vegeta moaned, leaning in to claim the ghostly lips. The figure pouted, and began to fade.

“N…No!” With a gasp, Vegeta realised his seed in his hand, arching his back into the feeling. Collapsing onto the floor, he fought for breath. Teeth gritted in frustration, he pounded his fist into the floor.

“FUCK!!!”

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“WHAT?!”

“You heard me, women. I’m leaving.” Bulma rushed to Vegeta’s side, grasping his arm as he packed his training uniforms into a capsule.

“What do you mean ‘leaving’? How long?” Vegeta sighed as the capsule poofed back into its original size.

“A few days, maybe a week. Maybe more.” He swore to himself as he noticed her shoulders began to shake, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “Baka onna… I’m a Saiyan. We crave the outdoors. I just need to stretch my legs and breath in some fresh air. I will return to you.” She smiled up to him and kissed him softly on the cheek.

“I know, Vegeta…Its just…Is it m-” He tilted her chin so she was facing him. For once, he ignored the dull look of her familiar face, and kissed her truly and tenderly on her quivering lips.
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He smirked to himself as he lay naked by the camp fire, the cool air dancing with the droplets of water left over from his bath in the lake, the heat from the fire countering the cool licks from the wind, the elements silently battling over his skin. A feeling the prince had long forgotten.

Sighing, he opened his eyes, gazing up into the night sky. How long has it been since he looked at the stars? How long since he had flown among them? How long until the stars themselves grow dull to the prince’s eyes? The pressures of human living had snatched that away from the Saiyan prince. Forced to stay confined in that damn dull house, train in the damn dull gravity room. Day after day, hearing the bickering, the laughing. How did it come to this? When will it end? Of all the people to creep into his mind, Kakarot was the last one he would have expected. Was it love? Bah! That couldn’t possibly be it. Perhaps the thought of dominating him; ah yes.. Finally showing Kakarot his true place, on his knees before him. That’s an answer he could live with. Smirking to himself , he yawned, rolling to his side and turning his back to the fire, he let his eyes drift closed, feeling his mind flow to a place he thought long dead.

His eyes snapped open. The wind no longer caressed his skin, the pulsing heat from the fire had stopped dancing along his back. He stood alone, his naked form illuminated by the bright whiteness of this world.

“Where the hell am I?” A soft chuckle tickled his ear. Spinning around, Vegeta searched the bleak nothing.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” A rough finger ran slowly down his back, the fine scent of earth and spice filled the air. “K…Kakarot?” Vegeta turned, his eyes widened at the sight before him. In the center of the bleak, colourless world sat Goku, sitting comfortably nude on a bed of red silk and large down filled pillows. His eyes down stared intently as he played with a strand of his midnight coloured hair. Glancing over, he smiled at the prince.

“Oh! There you are, Vegeta!” Smiling sweetly, Goku held out his hand.

Vegeta slowly took a step forward, his eyes not leaving the smiling form of Kakarot. Reaching out, he took his hand. The grip was strong, and the skin was rough. The heat from the large man’s hand enveloped his own, sending an all to familiar tingle down his spine.

“What is this?” The taller Saiyan smiled and laughed, pulling Vegeta onto the bed.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” He traced his nail down Vegeta’s chest, leaving a red zigzag pattern in the smaller man’s skin. Vegeta reached out his hand, running it along the teasing tanned hips, causing the flesh to flutter.

“Is this real?” The innocent smile of Goku faded into a teasing smirk of Kakarot.

“Does it matter?” Leaning in, Kakarot licked along Vegeta’s collar bone, leaving soft nips and kisses in his wake. Looking up at the wide eyed man, he smirked, his face blooming into a heated blush, pouting lips parting, and his breathing working its way to a pant.

“Take me, ‘Geta!” The prince snapped out of his shock and growled, leaping atop the now writhing man, the warriors features heated to a fine blush. Vegeta nipped and licked the tender tissue of Kakarot’s nipple, causing the tall warrior to arch his back, his hands moving up and down Vegeta’s back in long, teasing strokes. His reactions were perfectly matched to what it was the prince needed to see. The perfect fantasy.

“God, yes! Just like that!” Vegeta’s hands explored the heated flesh. Ghosting over rippling abs, running his nails over sensually curved hips, gripping the tight round globes of the Kakarot’s ass. Each movement causing the tall warrior to gasp and buck under his touch

‘Gods…He feel’s so real…’ The prince ran his hands down shaking thighs, smirking to himself as the man under him parted his legs more then willingly, exposing himself completely. Vegeta leaned back and ran his eyes over every inch of Kakarot’s moaning, writhing, twitching flesh, his smirk grew bigger as he teasingly ran a finger over the sensitive head of the impressive member that stood before him. Kakarot hissed and rolled his hips up toward the teasing touch.

“Please, ’Geta! Fuck me!” Not one to be told twice, Vegeta grasped the man’s bucking his and pulled him closer, nipping panting, swollen lips.

“You want me?” Vegeta whispered lightly into his ear.

“Yes…” Kakarot pushed his hips forward, only to have Vegeta press them back to the bed.

“You want me to fuck you?” The prince nipped the ear, chuckling at the gasp he got in return.

“Yes!” He parted his legs farther, bucking in each and every way he could.

“Fuck you hard?” Vegeta pushed the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle.

“Gods, Yes!”

Vegeta gripped Kakarot’s bucking hips roughly and slammed his hardness into the pulsing heat as the tall warrior threw his head back in a silent scream, his hands turning into white knuckled fists in the bed sheets.

“Gods! So…tight!” Vegeta gritted his teeth as he thrust into the writhing heat beneath him, keeping his eyes on the blushing face of Kakarot. His spiky midnight hair, his pouted lips, the way he moaned and begged to be fucked harder. The prince moaned loudly, Kakarot’s nails running down his back, the smell of their sex filling the air, the feel of there bodies pushing together. Vegeta swore as he felt his climax approaching, looking down as the smiling and moaning Kakarot began to glow in a soft light.

“It’s time to wake up, my prince.” Kakarot trailed a rough finger down Vegeta’s sweat covered neck. Choking on gasps and moans, Vegeta wrapped his arms around the fading man, his nips, licks and kisses found it difficult to hit there mark.

“No! Don’t go!” The ghosting hand trailed down Vegeta’s body, as the prince shuttered, spilling his seed as the tight flesh that surrounded his member gave way to a mornings breeze.

‘Don’t wake up!’ He kept his eyes closed tightly, groping desperately to find the fantasy once more.

‘Vegeta...’

“...Vegeta?”

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Ring Master: Oh snap!

Vegeta: You ruin my life...

Ring Master: What? Why? What did I do now?

Vegeta: I think you enjoy torchering me, not only that, I seem to be masturbating FAR to much in this story!

Ring Master:....Define "Too much"...

Vegeta: Every chapter...And now not only masturbation and a wet dream?!

Ring Master: Your a deprived ice bitch in desprate need of a good humping?

Goku: That explains everything....

Vegeta: *throws hands up* GODS!