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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, toys, whipping.

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: whaddya
mean, it�s about time? It�s only chapter 4! But yeah, going through all
the plot-arc steps can be a drag, ne?

pun_xy: You know Kakarott always gets what he wants.
It�s a real good thing for Vegeta that Kakarott is submissive in this one ^_^

Also, a reminder for anyone who was reading �Enough Time�, it�s been moved to
the Het section.

In this chapter: Vegeta finally gets a clue.

***

Chapter 4: Epiphany

***

�� Fortunately,
Kakarott did not snore. Vegeta woke him with a light prod on his way to the
bathroom; when he came out, the third-class had put away
the futon and was once again kneeling before him. �Good morning, my Prince,� he
said, bowing.

�� Morning.� At least his subject had a good memory. �You can
go ahead and do whatever it is you do all day. Be at the usual room at seven.�

�� Yes, my prince.�

�� His slave thus
dismissed, Vegeta wandered down to the kitchen for breakfast. Trunks was at the table eating cereal straight from the box.
�What did you do to Goku last night?�

�� Why did he have
to put up with this? �I presume you reviewed your tapes. If you are referring
to what happened outside that room, all we did was sleep.�

�� Sleep!?�

�� It is, I
believe, the customary activity for night on this planet.�

�� He got the
satisfaction of hearing his son grind his teeth at that. �You seriously mean to
tell me that you fell asleep in the same room as the man you fought against for
years, systematically beat and tortured, and then betrayed? I�m amazed he
didn�t get up and strangle you in the middle of the night. It would be the
perfect opportunity.�

�� Don�t be
ridiculous. This is Kakarott we�re talking about.� Vegeta rummaged though the
fridge and decided on leftover steak for breakfast.

�� Trunks gave him
an inscrutable stare. �Father, you don�t even give me or mom that kind of
trust.�

�� Hn.� Trunks was
right, of course. That was the trouble with a son who was literally two kinds
of genius. What Vegeta didn�t understand was why it should be so; it went
against all his concepts of how the world worked, but somehow, deep in his soul
he knew that Kakarott would never
betray him.

�� So which is
better, Goku in pain or in pleasure?�

�� This way is more
interesting.� He could tell his son approved of that answer. Maybe if he
buttered it up a little, he could get the boy to lift the rest of his meddling
restrictions. �It�s not like I�m losing anything by it.�

�� It�s about time
you realized that sex isn�t a zero-sum game.� Trunks tossed the cereal box in
the trash. �All right. Since you seem to have come to
your senses, I�ll lift the remaining restrictions. But I�ll continue monitoring
indefinitely.�

�� How generous.
Vegeta just grunted; Trunks pulled on his jacket and left. Free rein. Vegeta shuffled the
diced steak with his chopsticks. Somehow the thought of merely chaining
Kakarott down and beating him had lost its appeal. Not when there were so many
more interesting things to try.

***

�� Seven o�clock.
Once again he stepped into that anonymous meeting room in the Capsule Corp
building. Kakarott remembered his instructions well: kneeling on the carpet, he
bowed as Vegeta entered. �Good evening, my prince.�

�� Evening, slave.� He took his seat. �Are you rested?�

�� Yes, my prince.�

�� Good. I�ve got
some new instructions for you. I don�t care what you do during the day since I
have business of my own. I expect you to be available to my call starting at
seven. If I don�t call you by eight o�clock you�re off the hook that evening.
Can you cook?�

�� Of course, my prince. If you want something done right, do
it yourself.�

�� Typical. �In that case, I might have you make my dinner.
I�ll warn you in advance, or if I want you for the whole day. Now, Trunks has
released the rest of his rules, so �� He smirked at Kakarott�s
sudden apprehensive look, and tossed a key on the carpet. �I think you know
what room that key is for. Go there and pick something out. Anything you like,
just don�t come back empty-handed.�

�� Yes, my prince.�
Kakarott exited, turning to bow when he reached the door � without being told
to do so. Well, he might be an idiot but he was a fighter too. Show him a
behavior pattern and he would pick up on it. Vegeta settled back to wait. What
would Kakarott come back with? Technically a single cock ring would satisfy the
conditions he�d set � but he suspected his subject wouldn�t stop at that. Maybe
not the knives, those had never gotten the best reactions out of him. But that
left so many other fascinating options.

�� The minutes
ticked by as Vegeta thought. Trunks was (once again) right in saying that this
was not a contest, that it was possible for both of them to get what they
wanted from it. But what exactly did Kakarott want? He still couldn�t figure it
out. And then there was the matter of trust. Vegeta did not trust anyone, this
he knew. But he trusted Kakarott, and this he also knew. Somehow, at some time,
the third-class Saiyan had done something to gain
this trust. But Vegeta could not figure out when that moment had been. Had it
been, as Trunks pointed out, when he had slept in Vegeta�s chambers without
taking advantage of his vulnerability? But he would never give anyone such an
opportunity if trust did not already exist. Had it been when he first obeyed
Vegeta�s commands without coercion? Was it when he came back to him after �
well, after? Was it �

�� The sound of the
door interrupted his musing. Kakarott was back, and he held an intriguingly
large box. He bowed again as he entered and then knelt at Vegeta�s feet; Vegeta
gave him a smirk that verged on a true smile. �Before you open that box, slave, describe why you selected what you did.�

�� Kakarott turned
scarlet. Well now � what was in there? �I � um � my prince, I, the last few
days I�ve really missed some of the things we did before, uh, and I�ve always
had some, uh, fantasies ��

�� Is that so? Open
the box.�

�� The lid came off;
the first thing he saw was his favorite single-tail whip. Hn. Into a bit of pain after all, are we? As Kakarott held the box
up, Vegeta rummaged through its contents. Another flogger; nipple clamps; some
candles and a lighter. Some outwardly inscrutable, but very
painful CBT devices. More lube. Various bondage equipment,
and a couple of dildoes. All in
all, a comprehensive selection. Underneath all of it was a folded plastic
sheet. �What�s this for?�

�� Um, well, this
is a good carpet, and, um, I�d really like it if you, if you pissed on me.�
This last came out almost as a whisper, and Kakarott�s
face turned even redder. Vegeta couldn�t suppress a grin.

�� Really. And yet you object to playing with feces.�

�� Uh, I only said
I wouldn�t eat it, my prince. It�s just not healthy.�

�� Vegeta just
laughed. He could tell there was something else in the box; he lifted up the
sheet � and stopped in his tracks. Ki restraints. Kakarott had brought
him ki restraints. He would trust me with that kind of power? He can�t trust me. I broke
his trust. I shattered it into a million pieces and trampled on it.

�� Didn�t I?

�� Kakarott, what
do you want?� he asked softly.

�� I have what I
want. Your time and attention.� He smiled at Vegeta�s
skeptical expression. �You underestimate yourself, my prince.�

�� Who, me?�

�� You can�t
believe that someone might want, more than anything, to spend time with you.�

�� Was he serious?

�� Vegeta shook off
his confusion. He had an agenda for tonight, after all. He stacked everything
back into the box except the whip. �It�s been a while since you last had a good
flogging. Strip and brace yourself against the wall.�

�� Yes, my prince!�
Kakarott fairly bounced into position. Vegeta stood and stretched, let ki flow into his muscles to warm them. He made a few
practice swings though the air and then frowned as he considered his first
blow. Kakarott was looking over his shoulder at him, apparently liking what he
saw � his cock hardened as Vegeta watched. Yes, they were both going to enjoy
this.

�� He let fly with a
blow to his slave�s shoulder, and Kakarott arched up with a grunt. Excellent. Vegeta layered the stripes down Kakarott�s back crisscross, left and right; his cries grew
louder with each blow. Soon he was howling and writhing under the whip.

�� Vegeta�s cock
strained against his pants and his skin beaded with sweat. The shirt he was
wearing was old; he used his ki to blast it off his
body. Kakarott glanced back at the ki spike and
gasped at what he saw. Vegeta gave him an evil grin and struck again. Kakarott�s howl this time was more passionate than anything
that had gone before. The flogging continued with Kakarott leaning� into every stroke, open to anything
his prince chose to inflict on him, silently begging for more.

�� The sight was a
torment. The sounds were worse. At some point when Kakarott�s
back was covered in red and purple, Vegeta could not stand it anymore. He sent
his pants the way of his shirt, gave his cock a cursory coat of lube, and
buried himself in his slave without any further preparation. Kakarott bucked
and growled under him, barely registering the change.

�� In a frenzy he bent down to lick the mingled sweat and blood
from Kakarott�s skin. He was more intoxicated with
lust than he had ever been before, and it was all because there were no chains
or restraints, because Kakarott submitted to his hand of his own free will.
Just as he had brought that whip here of his own free will. Just
as he had brought the ki restraints. Just as he had come back to Vegeta after that scene with Trunks.
And just as he had gone, day after day, to another room in this house, knowing
the abuse and torture he would face. There had been no threats to force him to
go, but he had gone, every day, because �

�� Because he �

�� Because he loves me.

�� Kakarott!� His entire body tensed as he released his seed
into his subject. The moment of insight and its aftermath left him breathless.
This power � as usual, he discovered that these humans had sissified the
concept with their flowers and frills. This was a power of blood and fire, a
power worthy of a Saiyan.
And Kakarott laid it all in his hands. �Why me?�

�� Kakarott purred
under him. �You are you. Powerful. Beautiful.
Strong. I gave Chichi my love and she did my laundry;
you made me your slave.�

�� And a good
decision it had been, too. He could drink in Kakarott�s
submission all day long, revel in it, bask in it. He
could take the power that was offered to him and make more out of it than he
ever imagined. I guess I should thank
Trunks for opening my eyes. He slid out of Kakarott�s
body with a grunt, only then remembering that his clothes were in no state to
be worn. �Hn. Take us to my
shower, Kakarott.�

�� Yes, my prince.�
A hand on his shoulder, and they were there in less time than it took to blink.
Kakarott immediately dropped to the ground again and nuzzled Vegeta�s knees. He
grabbed his slave�s hair to stop him, and then handed him a sponge.

�� Here, make
yourself useful.� Kakarott got the message. He turned on the water and started
washing his prince. Vegeta relaxed into the touch; he had never trusted anyone
to get so close to him, never imagined it possible, but now that he had this he
did not wish to let it go. And in Kakarott he had a subject whom he could spend
all his strength on and not break. Was that what he wanted? It must be, because I am content. He
smirked at himself. A kingdom of just one man, and he was content. Frieza would die laughing.

�� Washed and dried
to his satisfaction, he stepped out of the shower and waited as Kakarott
hastily dried himself with the used towel. He turned his back on his subject.
�Now kiss my ass and we�re finished here.� Kakarott hesitated a moment, then
decided he was serious and laid his lips, not on his buttocks, but on his tail
scar. He sucked eagerly, purring and swirling his tongue on the mark. Vegeta
rumbled in pleasure � then grunted as his scar suddenly tingled, and a new tail
erupted from it. The tail hit Kakarott in the face and knocked him backward,
but Vegeta didn�t notice. Growing a new tail didn�t hurt, but it did itch like hell.

�� Once the itching
faded and his tail was fully grown in, Vegeta swished it experimentally. �This
is a surprise. Once again you exceed my expectations.� He coiled his tail
around his slave�s face and head, letting Kakarott nuzzle it. Then he looped it
around Kakarott�s throat as a leash and pulled him
forward. �Come along.�

�� His slave crawled
after him into the bedroom. Vegeta left him at the foot of the bed and went to
the closet, where he pulled out the box where he kept little used items. A
little rummaging found what he wanted: his tail brush. He flicked off a few
bits of lint and sat on the edge of the bed with it. �Watch carefully, slave.
This will be your job from now on.�

�� After all, why
should he do this himself when Kakarott would like nothing better than to do it
for him? Starting at the tip, he started working the brush through his tail fur
in a spiral. After a few inches, and seeing that Kakarott was indeed watching
closely, he rolled over onto his chest and tossed him the brush. �You do the
rest.� After a few fumbles Kakarott found the rhythm, and
Vegeta settled in to enjoy his first tail brushing in decades. �And
Kakarott, just so you know, I don�t love you. Yet.�

�� His slave just
smiled. �Thank you, my prince.�

***

Mmm � half-naked, whip-wielding
Vegeta � ::wipes drool off keyboard::

Everyone has what they want � except the readers, who of
course want MORE SMUT!! Not to worry, there�s one more chapter of actual story,
and then at least a couple more that will be basically PWPs
in this storyline.

Next chapter: Vegeta and Krillin
have an argument over Goku o.O
plus another lemon of course.

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