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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Humor.
Sex.
I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.
~~~~~**
Nobody
had ever accused Vegeta of being patient.
Nor had they insinutated that he was tolerant. In fact, had anyone been asked to describe Vegeta, one might have
said: “STUBBORN TO NO END” and “FULL OF PRIDE” and perhaps “A teensy bit obsessed
with being the strongest” which made it impossible for Bulma to believe that he
was suddenly so obedient to Goku. After
all, it was the Prince’s endless bitching about how he was going to beat Goku
that made Bulma develop this potion mix in the first place. And given that Bulma was far more patient
than either Saiyan, she only had to wait for Goku to get bored and wander off
before she had time to speak with Vegeta—who was left sitting at the table,
scowling like he wanted to kill something.
And she figured that now was as good a time as any to broach this
subject of the bite mark—the apparent sex—and his obedient nature.
“So…”
she said.
“Shut
up, Woman,” Vegeta snapped.
“Fine. I was just going to ask if you would like to
go for a little…walk.”
And
there it was, the tightening of the scowl, the narrowing of the eyes, the way
he glared at her, and at the same time, seemed to accept that she was much more
observant than most of the other Z-fighters.
“I can’t,” is what he said.
“Because
Goku told you not to.”
“Yes.”
Bulma
thought about that for a moment. “Is it
because of the bite?” There could be
some sort of physiological reason for it, but she sincerely doubted that that
had anything to do with it. After all
what sort of chemicals could you put into someone’s body just with a bite that
would make them obey your every word?
There had to be something vaguely or entirely mystical about that mark
on Vegeta’s shoulder. Something like a
mating bond or whatever that would make it impossible for Vegeta to refuse his
mate.
“Why
are you asking?”
Bulma
shrugged. “Just thinking. Maybe if you bit him back it might even it
out or something. I mean, you’re
obviously the… The… Uh…” Submissive and woman were the only two words
that came to mind, and seeing how either one of them would set off Vegeta, she
didn’t feel it wise to say. So she
thought for a few moments, and Vegeta supplied the words for her.
“Woman
in the bond,” is what Vegeta said with no certain amount of venom directed at
her.
“Right. Since you’re the feminine one, the bond will
probably never be entirely even, but if you told Goku about it, I’m sure he
wouldn’t want you to have to listen to him all the time.”
The
Prince snorted. And then sat there and
waited, because he could not move until Goku came back. Bulma felt sorry for him, in a ‘he deserved
it’ sort of way. Maybe now he would
shut up about beating Goku and just work with Goku to beat enemies when the
time came.
~~~~~**
Kakarot
finally returned, an hour after Vegeta’s butt had ceteletely fallen
asleep. The oversized baka came in the
kitchen, sniffed around, and smiled at Vegeta.
“Hi, ‘Geta!” Then without even a
word of warning he scooped up Vegeta and carried him out of the Capsule Corp
building and back to his own house.
Once there, Vegeta was unceremoniously dumped on the baka’s bed, and the
very baka in question started to strip away his clothes.
“Kakarot…”
Vegeta started, fully intent on reminding the overly large one that they were
not going to be having sex this evening, but Kakarot interrupted him.
“I
want to sleep,” he said, “And I kept thinking about you, so I thought if you
were here I would be able to get some sleep.”
Then, when he was stripped down to his boxers, he sat on the bed next to
Vegeta and pulled the blankets out from under him and then over the two of
them. “Much better,” he said. And then promptly fell asleep.
Vegeta
considered what Bulma had said. And it
did seem pretty simple; after all it was a bite that got him into this mess,
perhaps it would be a bite that could get him back out. And he wouldn’t have to walk anywhere in
order to bite the big baka, because he was right there, right next to him, and
his head was tilted into the pillow, leaving the juncture between neck and
shoulder wide open. This would mean, of
course, that there was no way to undo the bond completely—ever—and even if it
did work, it wasn’t guaranteed to work one-hundred percent all the time. Vegeta stifled the put-upon sigh and moved
so he could sink his teeth into the skin.
Kakarot snored especially loudly just as his teeth touched the sleeping
man’s shoulder, and he repressed the annoyance that Kakarot was unwittingly
making this more difficult. And he bit,
as hard as he could, until the skin broke and blood blossomed into his
mouth—Kami, nothing had ever tasted better than that! Kakarot woke up, shouted soing ing unintelligible and then:
“Stop!”
No,
Vegeta thought silently, vindictively, I don’t think I will. And it was great to disobey him again. Life was perfect again. Until the larger Saiyan wrapped his hands in
Vegeta’s hair and pulled it hard.
“Let
go!”
There
was no room to disobey, between the pain on his scalp where his hair was being
pulled, and the sheer force in the command.
Vegeta pulled back, smiled at his mate, and was completely satisfied to
note that he didn’t feel as if he was being oppressed any longer. But Kakarot did not look entirely pleased by
this turn of events.
“What’d
you do that for?”
“Why
ask me, Kakarot, you bit me first.”
And
his mouth fell open. A look of sheer
disbelief. “But you belong to me,” was
what he said.
Unfortunately,
since Vegeta knew this was the truth, he could not directly dispute it—because
he was sure that would lead to some kind of battle, and while it would be fun,
normally, to spar with Kakarot, he was sure that trying to spar while the world
turned colors and became large fruits and vegetables all around him would not
yield positive results. “And now you
belong to me as well,” Vegeta said.
This
seemed to please the big baka.
“Really?” He threw his arms
around Vegeta and hugged him, nuzzled the healing bite on his shoulder and then
pulled back. “You should have just told
me that.” And just like that, the crisis
was gone. Kakarot was the strangest
Saiyan that Vegeta had ever met, because he knew for a fact that if he had
tried to bite Nappa or Radditz he’d be in the middle of a cataclysmic battle
right now. But no, Kakarot just smiled
at him, petted hcalpcalp where he had pulled on ta’sta’s hair and laid back
down.
“Hn,”
is what Vegeta said, and being exhausted, comforted by the warmth of his mate
next to him, he lay down and fell asleep.
And in falling asleep, he—unfortunately—forgot the little matter of
Kakarot’s insatiable need for sex.
~~~~****
Vegeta
smiled nice in the morning, Goku decided.
He smelled nice all the time now, but especially in the morning. Goku—although it was not his strong
suit—decided he would be patient and wait for Vegeta to wake up. It was the polite thing to do. So he got out of bed and took a warm shower,
rinsed away the blood on his shoulder, touched the mark—felt strange little
jolts ricochet through his body—and started to think about sex again. He let his eyelids droop as he thought of
Vegeta, stretched out under him, arching and yowling, all muscle and sweat and
tight around him. He thought of the
look on the Prince’s face as he accepted all of Goku’s strength and clawed for
even more. And it was a very nice thought,
if Goku said so himself.
He
left the shower, paused only to towel off some of the water—groaned as the soft
towels ran over his skin—and went back to his room, to Vegeta. And>And wasn’t that nice, the Prince was
starting to wake up. Goku jumped on the
bed, kissed the half-asleep Vegeta, and smiled when the man’s eyes widened and
he sat up.
Vegeta
stared at him—at the fact that he was naked and hard—and then with a rather
indignant tone said: “Don’t you ever stop?”
Goku
considered the merits of flustering the prince by saying ‘stop what?’ decided
it was not worth it, because it would just delay the sex part, and then shook
his head “No.”
“Look,
Kakarot; Sex might feel great for you,
and you might be able to do it over and over again, but I need some time.”
“Why?” Here, Goku was actually confused. Sex was a good thing; it felt great. He liked it very much. So why did Vegeta need time? What time did he need? And what was he going to do with this
alleged time?
“Because,
Kakarot…” Vegeta stopped, thought for a
moment about how to answer. “Female
parts are different.”
Goku
sighed. Conceded that he didn’t know
anything about female parts, thus he couldn’t really dispute what Vegeta told
him, and he was willing to attempt to be patient. But that didn’t solve his problem. Vegeta still smelled really good, and he still wanted to get with
the sex part as soon as possible. “How
much time?” he asked.
Vegeta
made a frustrated noise and then stared at him—with that evil ‘I am the Prince
of All Saiyans’ stare. Then he patted
the mattress next to him, and Goku moved to sit where Vegeta seemed to want him
to go. “Here,” was what the Prince
said. Then he licked his hand and
wrapped it around Goku’s erection. That
felt okay. Not nearly as tight or hot
as Vegeta’s body, but alright. Then he
started to move his hand, and Goku figured that this was pretty similar to what
having sex with Chichi was like. Not
exciting at all.
So
he squirmed. He tried to like it, but
it was too slow and annoying and he didn’t like very much at all. “Vegeta,” he said, “I don’t like it.”
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Vegeta
gave him a skeptical look, and then moved his hand away. Goku liked that even less. The Prince sighed heavily. “Fine,” he said. And Goku smiled broadly at him, and wrapped his hands around
Vegeta’s waist, picked him up, waited patiently for him to untie the bathrobe,
and loweVegeVegeta onto his erection.
Yessssssssssssss, that was nice.
Very nice. And he was deeper
inside Vegeta than he’d been yesterday.
The Prince had his hands in Goku’s hair and he was hissing out between
his teeth.
~~~***
How
could one not give into one’s mate when they looked at him like Kakarot did,
with the pouting and the wobbly little lip?
Kakarot did smell nice, and Vegeta was just objecting now mostly on
principle. So, after the failed attempt
at a hand-job, he decided it would be easiest to just give in, and accordingly
he was lifted up—as if he weighed nothing at all—and lowered onto the baka—and
why did the Saiyan’s erection feel as if it got bigger every time they did
this?! Kakarot kissed his shoulders and
ran his hands up and down Vegeta’s side, as if trying to show what he wanted.
And
when the unpleasant stretching stopped stinging, Vegeta lifted himself up and
then pushed back down. Kakarot mumbled
something and bent his head to lick Vegeta’s chest, showering him with
affection. One of his arms went around
Vegeta’s back, and the Prince leaned back into it, stretching his body out,
feeling Kakarot begin to thrust up into him even as he lifted and lowered
himself. The big baka latched onto one
nipple and started to suck on it, sending electric waves of pleasure from there
to Vegeta’s erection and down further to inside his body where pressure was
building. Kakarot pulled away long
enough to lick his own hand—strange how the Saiyan learned things, wasn’t
it?—and wrapped it around Vegeta’s erection.
Pleasure,
then, became something Vegeta was trying to endure, because breathing suddenly
took conscious thought as he became lightheaded. Kakarot was pushing into him harder, and all around him, the
baka’s very flesh was hardening as his ki sd hid higher and higher. Vegeta felt his elevate, his body tightened
to, tighter around the erection in him, and he was suddenly yelling out again,
screaming his pleasure for his mate to hear.
He pulled himself back up, grabbed Kakarot’s arms and lowered his head
to bite into the flesh. Warmth erupted
into his mouth as he climaxed, and then in a blaze of yellow light, he felt
Kakarot release inside of him, and they were panting against each other, sweaty
and sliding against each other.
What
a mess, Vegeta thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Review,
review Reeeeeviiiiiieeeeewwwwwwwww!
Gk: I love
this story. I get all the nookie I
want!
Vegeta: Next
time you’ll deal with the hand-job.
Gk:
Riiiiiight.
Vegeta: Or
you’ll go without.
Gk:
Suuuuuuuuuuuuure.
Vegeta: As
long as you understand.
Gk: Do you
think Chichi is going to come back from visiting her father?
Vegeta:
Hopefully not.
LadyLupin:
As
if Vegeta would let himself be slave-like.
Naw, I couldn’t leave him like that for very long. I like him when he’s spunky and Vegeta-like.
Jaygoose:
Yeah. One of the reviewers asked if Vegeta was going
to pregnant in the other fic, and I thought about it, but decided no, that
didn’t really fit that storyline. Which
then set me off thinking about why Vegeta would possibly get pregnant, and
viola: Bulma made a little potion for me!
This one is meant to be completely humorous. But I like them both. Oh,
and yes, there will be much banging.
(and shagging, and screwing and….)
Mechanical Butterfly:
It’s
really hard to decide who is hotter.
But I really am a sucker for a couple of Super Saiyans. So I figure, why fight the inevitable? Goku technically is the stronger of the two *even
tho, every time he gets stronger, Vegeta always powers up to his level* And he seems all sweet and nice, but if you
try to do anything to his mate, you’ll certainly see what real Saiyan anger is
all about. And Vegeta (ah, lets not
forget him) may be pregnant (eventually) but he’s still Vegeta. *wink* Glad you like it!
Getarian:
I
was very pleased with how that chapter turned out. And you shouldn’t expect Goku to learn discretion any time
soon. *its not his strong suit, ya
know.*
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