Anticipation

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.


A/N: Hopefully most of you will have seen the part in DBGT when Goku actually swallows the dragonball. *winks* (Yeah, I didn’t care for that particular series, but I wanted to give you folks a good visual.)

Once again a BIG thank you goes to Pixelgoddess for continuing to beta this for me. THANK YOU PG!!!!

I am a little hesitant about posting this. As of this moment, I don’t have any furthering ideas for this story. Of course, seeing how it started out as a PWP, I never know when this particular Muse is going to strike again!

Rated –R
Warnings: Lemon, lime, F/M/M, oral, sex

Pairings: Vi/G/V – yeah, sorry het fans, that order.

Chapter 3b - Reaction


“Vegeta?!” Goku and I both said in unison at having been discovered. Goku’s exclamation came out as an angry growl, mine came out as a frantic squeal.

For a moment that seemed to take forever, Vegeta looked at us as though trying to figure out what exactly it was he was seeing. I had no clue as to what his first thoughts were. I was wrapped up in my own drama of dread and embarrassment to be too concerned for anyone else.

The possibility of getting caught had never been a factor to me. Goku and I had never done anything when there had been the slightest chance someone would be coming back home soon, and the only people I had been concerned about finding out were those that lived in our two houses. Not an almost stranger.

I wanted to put some clothes on badly, my mood was ruined; I had no idea how Goku’s body could act so boldly under these sort of incriminating circumstances.

I started to reach for my shirt to cover myself, making a surprised gasp when Goku’s hand covered my mouth, preventing me from moving.

“Vegeta, I thought Chichi told you to knock,” he growled

Then I watched our uninvited guest’s facial features change. Eyes went from surprised to calculating, and I could tell he was quickly sizing up the situation, trying to add what little he knew of the facts together.

Vegeta growled angrily and I could feel his ki rise.

Goku uncovered my mouth and held his hand out in front of us in defense. “Vegeta, it’s not wha…” he began.

“You bastard!” Vegeta didn’t give him the time to finish, diving over the table and tackling Goku, as I screamed, not knowing for certain what Vegeta’s aim had been. “Get out of here Videl! I’ll take care of this asshole. Find Gohan,” he yelled at me as he roughly shoved Goku down on the kitchen floor.

“What?!” I asked, as I finally found my shirt and put it on, holding the front closed. It was bad enough Vegeta had caught us having sex; I didn’t want my husband to find out as well.

“Vegeta, it’s not what it looked like,” Goku protested, struggling to get out from underneath the livid, smaller man.

“Right,” Vegeta spat, “You weren’t holding her down, keeping her from calling for help, and you didn’t have yourself buried inside her. Some ‘hero’,” he finished in disgust, pinning Goku’s hands down.

Vegeta realized I was still there. “Don’t freeze up, get out of here!” he insisted. “I’m going to kill him,” he snarled.

“Vegeta?” I asked, extremely confused.

“I wasn’t raping her Vegeta!” Goku shouted.

“Oh… No, Vegeta,” I said, ignoring that I still had very little on in the way of clothing. “It really wasn’t what it looked like,” I tried to reassure him. I hurried closer to where the two of them were tangled up on the floor, enough to reach a hand down to Vegeta’s shoulder.

Vegeta glanced at me before glaring back down at Goku, “You don’t have to lie to protect him. He’s not going to get another chance to hurt you.”

I had never seen this side of Vegeta before. “It’s okay, Vegeta… honest.” On impulse, I dropped to my knees beside the pair, gently lifting one of his hands away from one of Goku’s wrists. I was surprised to notice Goku’s erection hadn’t flagged through all of the excitement.

Vegeta looked me for a moment. “You’re sure?” I nodded and he turned his attention to Goku, studying him curiously. “I must say, I’m surprised, Kakarott.”

Goku grinned and shrugged. “We couldn’t help ourselves?”

Vegeta scowled, “I came to ask you to spar. I saw your woman leave and thought you would be alone.” He began to stand up, but I was surprised when Goku put his hands on Vegeta’s legs, pushing him back down to straddle his stomach.

I stayed beside them, watching curiously. There was something going on here. Goku was studying Vegeta with the same kind of hunger I had seen when he looked at me. And Vegeta didn’t seem to be objecting as Goku’s fingertips began to gently stroke his thighs.

“Kakarott…” Vegeta said softly, half warning, half question. “What are you-?”

Goku reached a hand up, curling it around the back of Vegeta’s neck, drawing him down until their mouths were only an inch apart. I knew of Vegeta by reputation, and never expected him to permit something like this. As a result I was stunned as I seemed to become all but forgotten. Vegeta bent down, closing the gap, tangling his fingers in Goku’s spikes and pressing their lips together with an intensity that took my breath away.

I just stared – gasping, nearly panting, as these two full-grown, battle-hardened men kissed just inches away from me. I knew I had never witnessed anything so erotic in my life.

Goku pulled his lips away from Vegeta’s, but kept his arms around the other, “Still want to spar?” He asked with a smirk.

“No,” Vegeta purred, eyes gleaming carnally.

“Mind if he joins us?” Goku asked, nuzzling into Vegeta’s neck. I could hear Vegeta breathing heavily as Goku nibbled on his earlobe.

“I –I don’t know Goku,” I started to say, “More kissing between the two of you?” I gave Vegeta a lazy smirk, which he returned. I was practically drooling at the fantasy running through my mind. “How could I refuse? I don’t think I am capable of handling the both of you, though.”

Goku kissed Vegeta on the lips again, “I don’t think you would be able to either,” he chuckled. “I had more if a situation in mind where I would be the one trying to handle both of you,” he said.

Vegeta smirked before answering, “You’ve always been such an exhibitionist Kakarott,” he said, “This really turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm,” Goku said, running his hands down Vegeta’s arms, continuing his caresses to his legs. Vegeta hissed and jerked as Goku’s strong thumbs stroked his inner thighs. “Not any more than it does you,” Goku announced.

“I’ve waited an awfully long time for you to show some sayian sensibility Kakarott,” Vegeta growled, demanding a kiss from the other. Goku’s hands trailed up Vegeta’s stomach, tugging his shirt free before removing it entirely.

I was having a difficult time keeping my hands to myself. Vegeta may have been the last person I would have imagined being in such a scenario with, heck, I had never even thought about such a scenario, but I could totally appreciate his muscled body. I caught myself rubbing the palms of my hands along the outsides of my thighs.

Goku glanced over at me before conspiratorially whispering to Vegeta, “I think we’re forgetting someone.”

Vegeta growled at the interruption, and I butted in, “Oh, no, don’t mind me. I am really appreciating the show.”

Both men chuckled and went back to kissing, touching, rubbing… I found my hands following the path Goku’s were taking along Vegeta’s thighs, but on my own: again.

Goku hooked his thumbs in the top of Vegeta’s pants and started pulling them down, but the furthest he could get them was just past Vegeta’s hips, because the other sayian was still rolling them erotically in Goku’s lap.

Vegeta began working on a solution to the riddle of his clothing. He started taking his boots off one at a time, having to bend slightly back as he did so. Goku took full advantage of the situation and started tonguing one of Vegeta’s nipples. Vegeta barely got the boot off before Goku hit a nerve dead on and Vegeta was springing forward in shock, fingers bruising the other’s shoulders.

I gasped as one of my misbehaving hands ran over my own breasts, the other one having tangled its way into my hair, and I was unconsciously tugging at my own strands. I bit my lip, wondering at my unusually hedonistic behavior. I found touching myself embarrassing even when I was alone!

Vegeta had finally gotten his second boot off, despite Goku’s taunting touches. He tucked his toes under the balls of his feet and stood in one fluid motion. Goku caught the hem of his pants just as he stood up, pulled the front towards himself as Vegeta rose, and then down after they had made it past Vegeta’s… the only thing I could think is that sayians were inherently big as I admired the second man’s physique. I found my hands had once again been roaming; only this time, I was practically touching myself with one hand and biting my nails on the other.

Goku pulled a move that would make a gymnast jealous and was on his knees in front of Vegeta before I had even bothered removing roving hand from my inner thigh. He started kissing Vegeta’s upper thigh and started trailing those kisses along the other man’s hip before Vegeta grabbed him by the chin to stop his progress. Goku followed Vegeta’s hand as the other lifted. They met half way with a kiss before Vegeta was turning the both of them and then backing Goku up to the already abused kitchen table, “I thought you said something about wanting to have both of us,” Vegeta mocked.

Goku whined, and then gasped as Vegeta gave him a gentle shove so he was lying on the table. Then Vegeta was turning and offering a hand to me, “Come on.” I took his hand, somewhat bewildered by what he might have in mind. He drew me up from my kneeling position, and then helped me up to the table top, “I think he needs to be ridden hard; what do you think?”

I smirked wickedly at Goku, “Yeah, I think he does.” I straddled his waist and my prize and sank down onto him swiftly enough he growled in shock.

“I found the sight of you two groping arousing, can you tell?” I asked as I rolled my hips.

Vegeta swallowed Goku’s answering moan as he leaned over and kissed him sideways. The sight drew a pleasured groan past my own lips. I could hear Goku trying to draw breath in time to my undulations. I discovered I could easily become addicted to this sort of control.

I placed my hands on his stomach, giving myself a bit of leverage so I could sheath him swiftly if shallowly before rolling back and burying him fully, drawing my nails down his stomach, leaving welts behind. Their kiss muffled his shout as his back arched off the table. Vegeta lifted his head and smirked at me, “Nice.”

“Thank you,” I grinned back, driving down as hard as I dared, causing myself to bounce.

Vegeta walked around the corner of the table so Goku’s head was positioned right in front of his erection. “Hold on Angel,” Vegeta warned me, giving me time to get my balance before he gripped Goku by the armpits and dragged the two of us so Goku’s head was off the table, but his neck was still supported by it. “I thought I detected an oral fixation for my cock earlier,” he told Goku, grabbing himself with one hand and running his fingers over Goku’s vulnerable Adam’s apple with the other.

Goku greedily opened his mouth, reaching his hands for Vegeta’s hips, the groans I had been causing becoming staccato grunts as his lips parted. Vegeta edged forward a bit more, and Goku closed his mouth around him.

Vegeta’s hand went from Goku’s neck to the tabletop for balance as I saw Goku’s cheeks sink in from the suction he was applying. The shorter sayian’s face twisted with pleasure as he panted.

I grinned mischievously as I slammed back down, actually a bit too hard for my comfort. I backed off a bit the second time and Goku lost his focus, and opened his mouth, gasping. Vegeta took the opportunity and fed more of himself into Goku’s slack mouth, flowing his hips forward, and then ebbing them back.

I went back to a slow deep pace, Vegeta hissed as Goku groaned around him, and I found my hands wandering once again, and this time I didn’t even attempt to stop them. I caused goose bumps to form as I scratched lightly up my stomach, until my hand was tangled in my hair once again, nails scraping at my scalp. The other wound its way down to places I rarely touched myself.

Vegeta looked up from his focus in Goku’s mouth as I called out my pleasure. He hissed his approval at what he was witnessing, catching my eyes as he pushed deeper into Goku’s accepting mouth.

Vegeta once again ran his fingers across Goku’s throat, “Relax a bit,” he urged the other. He took one of Goku’s hands away from his hips and had the other touch his own throat. Then he slowly pushed in, and kept going way past what I knew I would have been able to take. I gapped in wonder, my moans fading a bit as my amazement increased.

“Feel it?” Vegeta murmured to the one below him, he hissed, “So gooood.” He backed out, and I heard Goku’s breath rush through his nose as I watched his chest heave with the intake.

Goku once again reclaimed his hold on Vegeta’s hips, and then slowly pulled the other closer. Vegeta braced both of his hands on the tabletop as he groaned, letting the other guide him. I saw first-hand what Vegeta had wanted the other to feel. I could actually see the skin of Goku’s throat convex slightly as he deep-throated Vegeta.

Vegeta snarled as he tried to pull back, Goku not letting him budge. The one standing threw his head back, then tossed it forward again and hissed at me, “He’s challenging us. Fuck him.”

I hadn’t realized before that moment I had stopped. I rolled my hips even as I hoped Goku wasn’t going to hurt himself. On my second roll, Goku pushed Vegeta back as I drew up, and then brought him in again as I slid down.

“Nn,” Vegeta groaned, drowning out my own gasp. I rotated again, and Goku copycatted me. I moved faster, just to see what would happen, and sure enough, Goku shadowed me again.

I set a fast, skimming pace for Goku to follow, watching as Vegeta closed his eyes, yielding the movement of his hips to the other’s judgment. The sounds coming out of Vegeta’s were wholly delirious and palatable with pleasure.

That didn’t totally stop him from running his mouth though, “Fucking beast. You’re going to spoil me for anything else, you know that?”

Goku stopped for a moment, rotating his head around, acknowledging he had heard Vegeta by almost making the other lose the facility to breathe, as I repetitively jostled myself on him. I started caressing, rubbing and rolling myself with my fingers again, until I lost sight of them as I closed my eyes so close to pleasure.

My eyes flew open as I came and Goku drew Vegeta all the way out of his mouth as he shouted while I clamped down around him. Vegeta seized Goku’s head up by his spiked locks and held him there as he grabbed himself and brought himself to a climax I was able to witness, his seed shooting hot and sticky into Goku’s mouth.

I continued to ride Goku’s tremors out while Vegeta bent over to kiss Goku. I had heard of snowballing, a fetish I thought slightly disgusting before this, but these two made a sporting event out of it. A sport I could certainly become an avid fan of.

Vegeta’s knees gave out from under him, and he crashed to the floor, licking at Goku’s chin and lips, leaving nothing behind.

His action portended what was about to happen to the kitchen table. I heard a weak groan from the intimate object, not enough warning for me to have time to stop moving before the abused piece of furniture collapsed with Goku and I still on it.

Goku and I both looked at each other in horror, wondering how we were going to explain what had happened to Chichi, as Vegeta roared with laughter after his initial shock.

“I’ll get you a new one,” Vegeta said as he stood up. He once again assisted me in getting up. I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Goku rolled over to his stomach before climbing to his feet on his own.

Goku stared down at the broken piece of furniture for a moment before getting a goofy grin on his face and raising his arm to the back of his head, “If you’re willing to spend the cash for it, can I ask for something oak? With thick legs on it?”

Vegeta clapped him on the shoulder before stepping through the mess and grabbing his clothes, “Sure,” he winked while he pulled his pants on, “And you can tell Chichi I broke it and I am replacing it if she gets back before I do.”

Goku and I grinned at each other. Chichi may be pissed Vegeta had broken it in the first place, a story I planned on being very vague in the details about, but she would love the new one better.