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Saiyan Style	By : AnonMuss Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 4446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Obvious disclaimer time. I don't own the Dragon Ball series, and I make no money/profit from this. Side effects of Saiyan Style sex may include serious injury, incarceration, and/or death. Don't try this at home.

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Vegeta had almost completely come down from the Death Heat after hours of sating his desire with the ravenous boycunt of his Rival's youngest son. His power level was almost back to normal and his thoughts were clearing by the time he smelled Kakarot's scent approaching where he now stood in the middle of the Gravity Room, his hard cock still buried to the hilt inside of SS3 Goten, who dangled limply from it with his little feet not even close to touching the floor.
Vegeta still had two fistfuls of the little boy's now long, spikey golden hair, so that the only thing keeping Goten in the air was the strength of Vegeta's steely dick and Goten himself almost autonomically levitating himself to keep Mr. Vegeta right where the boy now liked him most to be. Little Goten's mind was lost within the ineffable high of getting fucked all the way up to SS3 for the first time, leaving him in a completely drunk ahegao from the new depths of pleasure and power within him.
Vegeta felt like there was no way he could cum again until he rested, but his cock still would not go down, and as Kakarot's scent became more pronounced, his dick became even harder and his mouth involuntarily watered.
"Hey Vegeta, Can I use the Gravity Room to warm up too before Whis comes to get us?"
Vegeta's Rival rounded the corner and his larger frame filled the doorway. As he took in all that there was to see and smell, Kakarot's stupid smile slid from his face, and his hands fell to his sides from behind his head as he stared dumbly.
Vegeta had never felt so drained and yet still so horny at the same time in all of his life. His Rival could fully see it, clearly smell it—how the King of all Saiyans had completely and utterly dominated his son.
Vegeta stared intensely back at Kakarot as the fool's eyes went from the small puddles of little boy cum, drool, and sweat around the room, to the place where Vegeta's hips were firmly pressed into the naked ass of Goku's youngest son, visible preteen hole completely swallowing thick adult cock.
Vegeta pulled his fuckpuppet's head farther back with his fistfulls of hair, exposing the boy's ahegao face to his Father. Vegeta couldn't keep his cock from powerfully twitching inside of the boy from the sheer lewdness of the situation, which caused Goten to moan from his pleasure nexus being even further stimulated.
This might be it, Vegeta thought. The beginning of their true deathmatch. In saiyan culture, getting caught fucking someone else's kid without the permission of the parent or guardian usually resulted in deadly confrontations.
He briefly considered trying to explain what had happened and that it was the Death Heat that had led to this situation, but its aftereffects were still upon him. He didn't want to apologize for anything, all he wanted to do was fuck, fight, eat, and sleep. Preferably in that order.
Kakarot's brow furrowed, and Vegeta prepared himself for battle as his rival's mouth opened to speak.
"Oh, wow, Goten. I didn't know you liked this game, too," quoth the moron. "Mind if Daddy joins in?"
Goten didn't answer, still completely high and drunk from his ahegao sex-trip to SS3 land. Vegeta, however, threw his own head back and laughed.
"The boy's mouth is free and eager, Kakarot. Come fill it."
Goku laughed as well, not really understanding what Vegeta found funny, but it still felt good to laugh along.
Goku walked fully into the room, the sexy smells, sights, and his own lack of sexual relief in so long causing his dong to fully grow quicker than it ever had before. Chi-Chi didn't want to play this game very much lately, and Gohan was always either busy with Videl, school, work, or his strange Saiyaman cosplay hobby.
He and Vegeta used to play this game together a lot, but first Goku always had to beat Vegeta before Vegeta started wanting to play it, and defeating Vegeta was becoming harder and harder these days.
He fondly remembered how often he had sparred with Vegeta after Goku had first achieved Super Saiyan God form, and how often Vegeta had lost and they ended up playing this game afterwards. After months of this, Vegeta was able to achieve Super Saiyan God form too, and it became much harder to beat him again. Now Goku only won about half of the time, and Vegeta still refused to play this game at all if Goku didn't win.
Goku walked right up to his dangling son with a grin of anticipation on his face as he fished his thick nine inch dick out of his gi.
"Here ya go, Goten," he said, putting his meat right up to the boy's slack lips.
Goten didn't respond.
Puzzled, Goku grabbed his dick and tapped his son's cheek with it, trying to get his attention. Vegeta sometimes got like this when Goku played with him, but he could usually get him to snap out of it.
As usual, Vegeta's anus reflexively twitched as soon as he saw Kakarot's cock, and his arousal multiplied. He started lightly grinding his hips into Kakarot's son, which caused the boy to moan again, and Kakarot used that as his opportunity to slip his cock in.
Goku knew that saiyans have no gag reflex, so he only wasted enough time to make sure his thing was covered with enough spit before he pushed himself all the way down his son's throat. The amazing sensation reminded him of some of his favorite games with Gohan when he was younger and his holes were a little tighter and hotter like this. He sighed contentedly as he sank home.
Seeing Kakarot slide his stupid cock on the way down his son's equally stupid mouth stoked Vegeta's lust, and he drew back slowly before powerfully slamming himself back into Goten's ass, which pressed the boy's face farther into his Father.
Goku looked down and noticed some of his son's drool starting to drip onto his boots and the pants of his gi. He pulled himself out of Goten's mouth with a loud *pop*, stepped back, and began stripping himself naked. He carefully folded his gi and placed it just outside of the Gravity Room with his boots.
Vegeta watched his Rival's naked form return, and froze from fucking to grudgingly admire him. As usual, Vegeta scrutinized Kakarot's body in an attempt to find any flaws, and as usual he identified none—other than the missing tail. But then, somehow even Kakarot's scars only enhanced his perfection.
Vegeta was tempted to top Kakarot and fuck him silly every time Vegeta won one of their sparring matches together. It took almost everything he had to resist, but winning against Kakarot meant that Vegeta was at that moment the most powerful saiyan in the universe, and he would not willingly relinquish that position by sharing his power with Kakarot again, no matter how good doing so might feel.
Lending Kakarot his energy to become a Super Saiyan God had merely been a means to an end so that Vegeta himself could eventually achieve that form, since the other living saiyans would not choose to imbue him over Kakarot—but he swore to himself then on his Pride as the King of all Saiyans that it would be the last time he gave his power to Kakarot and willingly allowed that fool to surpass him. He would make Kakarot bow to him, to kneel and recognize him as the most powerful warrior alive, and as the rightful King of all Saiyans.
His King.
Just like his sons now recognized Vegeta as their King.
Goku's, thick, nine inch dick shone with saliva as he placed it back at his youngest son's sex-drunk lips, a pearl of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Goten's nostrils flared as the scent of fresh, full saiyan precum filled his nose, and his eyes regained some focus. His little arms reached out, grasping his Daddy's hips and trying to pull them closer as his mouth opened and made insistant sounds like a hungry baby struggling to suck some sustenance.
Goku obliged.
Vegeta could hear the loud sucking and slurping, schlicking and schlocking sounds as Goten really got to work on his Daddy's big dick like the natural sex genius that he was, trying to coax out as much of his new favorite food as fast as possible. Vegeta released the boy's hair so he had more freedom to Bond with his Father, instead grabbing his hips with both hands so he could make sure that what he was about to do didn't pound the boy too far or hard into Kakarot.
Vegeta pulled his hips back very slowly, and then quickly slammed them back into Goten's ass with a loud *slap*. Though he had humped into the boy hard, his grip was so solid that the boy didn't move a millimeter, enabling him to continue Bonding with his Father without any appreciable turbulence from behind.
Goku was amazed as Vegeta picked up the pace of his humping until it was almost too fast for Goku's untransformed eyes to track, and the sounds in the room changed from that of a sarcastic slow clap to something more like a supersonic jackhammer.
Goku's attention was broken by a new sensation as SS3 Goten began deepthroating himself on his big Daddy dick—slowly at first, and then picking up speed to match the super fast beating his booty was taking behind.
Goku felt warmth spreading over his bare toes, which caused him to look down and grin to see his feet splattered by a small load of his son's cum.
"You're even better at this game than Gohan was at your age," Goku praised.
Goten deepthroated his Daddy's delicious dick all the way down and then hummed loudly in appreciation of the compliment.
The sensation of Goten's powerful, vibrating hum and hot, wet, tight throat swallowing around his thing made him lose his load after being sexually neglected for so long. He unloaded weeks worth of cum directly into Goten's stomach, which just made Goten reflexively swallow and increase Goku's pleasure even more, milking him to the very last drop.
Vegeta still couldn't cum again no matter how hard he tried to relieve his erection, but he spent the rest of the time before Whis arrived trying his very best, swapping places with Kakarot as they spitroasted little Goten together for hours.
Gauging Goten's new power level by the end, Vegeta was fairly sure that Trunks wouldn't be complaining about his rival being so much weaker than him after today. The tables between them had certainly been turned.
Whis saught Bulma first, as was his wont. Strangely, he found her in one of her labs, inspecting a vial of her own urine.
The moment he entered the room, one of Bulma's machines played a musical note to announce his arrival to her, and she turned to greet him with a warm smile.
Whis knew many things about many universes, but even after meditating on the matter quite diligently, he still had no idea how the human woman had built a machine that was not only able to detect god-level energies, but was also able to uniquely identify the owner of each signature. Now, as soon as anyone with god-level power arrived on Earth, music would begin to play around Bulma. The music was different for each person, and what version of that music that played depended upon their proximity to her-such as when the detected entity had reached the continent, the city, the building etc..
Only Bulma knew the entire collection of music and what it meant, but he quite liked the cheerful, playful melody that she had chosen to identify him. As Whis fully entered the room, he did a quick, graceful dance to the music, winding down with a pirouette that caused Bulma to clap her hands in delight and him to end with a little bow.
"Whis!" Bulma vaulted from her chair with the biggest smile he had ever seen her wear, and she practically skipped over to hug him excitedly.
Whis whimsically laughed and gently took her by the shoulders to examine her at arms length, immediately sensing something different about her. She wasn't only happier than he had ever seen her, but something about her physical and spiritual presence felt subtly different as well. He squinted his eyes and scanned her body up and down with all of his angelic senses.
"Oh, my dear, congratulations! You're positively glowing! Have you told Vegeta yet?"
Bulma slapped his chest with an irritated look on her face as he spoiled her secret. "I should have known you'd be able to tell, even though I barely just confirmed it myself."
Bulma stepped away from him and took the vial of urine out of the machine that had been analyzing it. "But don't you go around telling anyone else. I'll decide who knows and when."
"Hai, hai," Whis cheerfully agreed.
"There's even more, though," she said, regaining her heady excitement and wide smile. "I think I've made several pivotal discoveries about saiyan reproduction. Both Chi-Chi and I seem to have been impregnated on the very first try when our husbands transformed into Super Saiyans. Before that, even though we tried thousands of times to make a baby while untransformed, it was like winning the lottery when we finally got pregnant with Gohan and Trunks. If Goten and my new baby really were one-shot tries thanks to Saiyan transformation, then repopulating the saiyan species won't be nearly as difficult as we originally thought it would be."
Whis tilted his head thoughtfully, genuinely intrigued. "That's very good news. Lord Beerus wants all of the strong fighters he can get to raise the overall power level of this universe."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned it doesn't get any stronger than saiyans. Consider this reproductive trait, for example. It's like natural selection on steroids, where a higher power level directly equates to a higher sperm count for males, and presumably a higher egg count for females. I mean, it seems like saiyans actually have to physically transform their bodies just to become as fertile as the most virile human males and females."
Rather than her enthusiasm winding down, it seemed she meant to keep going on and on like a . . . Bulma. Unfortunately, as fascinating as her discoveries truly where to him, Whis had other appointments soon that he simply could not miss.
"How wonderful," Whis said, "but I'm afraid that I don't have much time today, just enough for a quick treat before I take Goku and Vegeta back to train with Lord Beerus. Perhaps we can discuss this further over food?"
"You know what . . . since today is such a special occasion, I'll treat you to the finest delicacy that all of Earth has to offer."
Whis immediately thought of all of the amazing earthling dishes he had tried so far, and he couldn't keep his cheeks from flushing violet in anticipation. "Even better than ice-cream?"
"Much, much better."
"Ohohohoho! Ready when you are, my dear. Where in the world am I taking us this time?"
"Not far, actually. There's usually enough in stock at home." Bulma chuckled as she licked her lips, still appreciating the lingering taste of her last snack.
They idly chatted as Bulma led him through the grounds of Capsule Corporation's headquarters until they reached the series of domes that Bulma and her family lived in. Soon enough, they reached a door that slid open to reveal a room cluttered with clothes and toys that was lit only by the light seeping in from the hall, which illuminated the form of a naked young boy sprawled on his back upon the bed, asleep.
Whis raised an eyebrow at Bulma, who arched one right back.
"Ever had half-human, half-saiyan cum?"
Whis' other eyebrow climbed up his face to join its twin. "Can't say I ever have."
"Take it from the richest foodie in the world—one who's sampled more of Earth's fare than perhaps anyone ever has; A young hybrid saiyan boy's cum is by far the most delicious delicacy."
Bulma moved over to the bed and sat upon it, spreading her little boy's legs farther and fondling his young nail to hardness. Trunks didn't stir at all except to let out the occasional snore.
"It best fresh from the source. Come try..."
Bulma's other hand began rubbing and gently pinching her son's nipples just the way he liked.
"Don't worry about waking him. When hybrid saiyans wear themselves out it's almost impossible to wake them until they've slept enough, and then it's almost impossible to get them to take a nap or go to bed on time unless they're worn out enough. It's a whole cycle."
Whis was deeply fascinated by the sexual habits of species from across the broad expanse of the multiverse, and his studies had already familiarized him with saiyan sexuality, but hybrid saiyan sexuality was a new thing—one that he found himself very interested in thoroughly exploring. For the sake of knowledge.
Bulma watched as the angel entered the room and then sank to his knees before her son. She aimed her sleeping boy's rock-hard penis at the immortal's mouth and let go once blue lips wrapped around pink dick.
Whis hummed with appreciation, seeming to enjoy the initial taste of the hybrid preteen penis in his mouth. Bulma could definitely tell that Whis was no stranger to sucking cock, and even on her son's smaller penis he exhibited skills that she grudgingly admitted surpassed even her own. She resolved to pump Whis for as many godly sex techniques as she could get out of him.
From experience, Bulma expected her son to cum within five minutes of having his dick so skillfully sucked, but after ten, Whis got nothing but precum, which did have the effect of causing Whis to pause his oral artistry to rave about her son's precum being his new favorite delicacy in and of itself.
Mommy knew what Trunks needed to help his load along. Bulma propped up Trunks' legs so the amethyst buttplug was clearly visible to Whis. "If you're really in a hurry, then pull it out and stimulate his prostate while you suck him."
Whis did as bidden, pulling out the beautiful plug and then carefully slipping his middle finger inside of the even more beautiful boy. He added his index finger once he felt how trained the boy's hole already was. He found the little prostate and masterfully massaged it as he bestowed a divine blowjob that no mortal could match.
Within minutes, the boy's body tensed up and he grunted, then he began jerking and humping into Whis' face, and Bulma could actually hear her son powerfully squirt several times into her friend's mouth.
Whis's cheeks bulged as he expertly coaxed every last drop out of Trunks, keeping all of the cum in his mouth without swallowing it. He drew back once Trunks was fully spent, rising to his feet and placing a finger to his jaw as he thoughtfully moved the offering around his pallet, judging it against eons upon eons of experience.
Finally, Whis swallowed it all in one big *GULP*. He was completely still for a moment, and then both of his hands shot to his cheeks as all 10 of his senses unanimously agreed.
Bulma had been wrong. This wasn't the most delicious delicacy in the world—it was the most delicious delicacy in the whole multiverse that he had encountered so far. He thought to himself that between his other work he would definitely be finding more excuses to visit his friend Bulma more often after today.
And her tasty little boy, too...
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