Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

I Made You a Snack	By : Anatra Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Author�s Notes to
self and others: I don�t own DBZ, I just use the characters and twist them
into my own personal fantasies. All I have is a crapload of action figures, and
some VHS/DVD box-sets. Oh! And my Vegeta wall scroll! He gets to watch me at
night�.

Warning: I�m a
yaoi fangirl. Meaning, I like male on male pairings. If you don�t�then I
suggest you start doing so, because there�s nothing better! U_u Goten/Trunks, Vegeta/Goku are the main
pairings, Gohan/Piccolo may show up later.
Err�.I just realized that this may turn slightly incestual. But since
there will be no mpreg in my fic, the risk of inbreeding is gone so I don�t see
any issues.

~~

�Goku-san�.I�m pretty sure that you
add that �after- you put it in the water� Trunks pointed out, as he eyed the
water-stained recipe. �And I�m pretty
sure you have to peel it and squeeze out the juice�� he added, ducking as the
other slave lobbed the lemon in question at his head.

�Who the hell made you head chef!?�
the older saiyajin snarled, obviously very frustrated with this whole cooking
thing. His rear was still burning, not to mention whenever he moved, he was
reminded of his situation by the barbs on the plug lodged where the sun didn�t
shine.

Trunks yelped as Goku growled and
kicked him in the shin. �Geeze!!! Sorry! I�m not trying to take over, I just
don�t want to get in trouble with Goten! He�s used to your wife�s cooking!!!
He�s gonna be picky if it taste�s like crap! I know dad won�t care since he�s
suffered through mom�s cooking for all these years, but I for one don�t want to
end dinner with my ass looking like yours just cause you can�t read
instructions!�

Goku�s eyes widened. �Why you
little�.� The elder saiyajin roared in anger and launched himself at the other
pet who yelped in surprise and dodged out of the way, just in time to cringe at
the loud noise that Goku�s body made when the impact made a large roasting pan
to crash to the floor off the counter. Picking himself up, he growled, �I can
so read instructions�and�.don�t make fun of my situation! It fucking hurts!� he
howled childishly, pulling himself up so his weight wouldn�t rest on his
throbbing rear, and the special something tucked away in there.

Vegeta stuck his head in through
the door, a scowl on his face. �Less talky more cooky.� He stated, voice
emotionless. �I seem to remember giving you that spanking for a reason
Bakarotto�don�t disappoint me again.� Goku cringed under his Master�s glare and
nodded sulkily, as he stood and picked up the lemon which lay not that far
away.

Goten sighed, �Do try to behave
Trunks�you were doing so well.� He pointed out. Both he and Vegeta silently
decided to stay in the kitchen and supervise. After all, they�d heard most of
the argument, and it sounded like it was going to come to blows. This would
have been entertaining on its own, having two pets catfight it out, however,
the meal was at stake in this case, and food was not something you risked. As
he walked across the tiles, his heavy black boots made a foreboding thumping
sound before he pulled a kitchen chair out from under the table and plopped
himself down on it.

Vegeta followed Goten�s lead and
also grabbed a chair for himself, enjoying the scene that was put before
him. Two decidedly tasty morsels were
busy preparing even more delectable foods, the scent of which wafted through
the air and teased the saiyajin�s senses. His grin spread across his face as he
watched his pet move around the room gingerly, well-spanked bottom twitching
each time the plug prodded his inner tissues. Usually Kakarotto was well
behaved which frankly disappointed Vegeta. He loved spanking his mate�s perky
rear, the feeling of toned buttock heating up under his palm being one of his
favorites. As such, he used every opportunity available to punish his wayward
slave with a good over the knee spanking, and delighted afterwards in the sight
of the rosy cheeks.

Goku could feel his master�s gaze
on his butt and he wished reverently that he�d been allowed to put the
loincloth back on. It didn�t cover much at all, but at least it was a semblance
of modesty, and it would distract Vegeta a bit. He glared jealously over at
Trunks� outfit. At least the boy looked like a proper BDSM submissive�he wasn�t
dressed up in some stupid Vegetasei harem outfit!!! The saiyajin paused in this
line of thought. He knew how much effort Vegeta had put into the clothing he�d
had made for him. With a sigh he smiled and went back to chopping up vegetables
to decorate the roast with. He actually liked the fact that Vegeta had taken
him as a royal concubine� it meant that Vegeta wanted Goku to really be HIS.
The man absently raised a hand to rub at the bite-mark on the junction between
his neck and shoulder where it lay, partly covered by the collar.

Vegeta felt a familiar twinge in
his own scar as Goku rubbed his mark, and so he sent lusty thoughts through the
bond towards his mate, causing the younger man to jump and squirm delightfully.
The saiyajin-strength cock-ring that Bulma had invented for Vegeta was
obviously doing its job of preventing Goku�s full erection which looked like it
was getting pretty painful. Vegeta
chuckled like the sadist he was and thought that it served his pet right�he�d
get relief tonight, and patience was a virtue, or so the stupid earth saying
claimed.

Trunks flailed as the pot which was
simmering the gravy began to make hissing noises and boil over. �Waaa!?� the
startled pet cried, grabbing a dish-towel and waving it frantically in the air.
�What do I do now!?!� he demanded of the equally flustered-looking Goku who
simply flailed his arms as if to say, �Deal with it!� Trunks whimpered and
turned off the heat, fanning the pot with his cloth. Vegeta and Goten burst out
laughing at the antics of their slaves.

Goku sighed, and turned around to
trunks, dumping two massive pots into his arms, �Fill these with water and then
ask your benevolent master to help you heat them up�our kitchen isn�t equipped
like Bulma-san�s or ChiChi�s�our burners literally cannot take the stress of
cooking enough food to support four appetites like ours. Frankly I don�t know
how those women do it without ki.� Goku explained to the startled Trunks before
grabbing oven mitts and adding some random herbs to the cooking meat.

Filling both of the pots, Trunks
set them down on the floor then looked over nervously at Goten who was staring
at him expectantly. Oh bother�then again, his master had instructed him to obey
Kakarotto�s orders. Padding hesitantly over to Goten, Trunks lowered himself to
a kneeling position. �Master�� he began, voice stammering and unsure. �Err� I
humbly request Your aid.� He murmured, lowering his eyes to the ground in front
of him. �If it would not be too much trouble for You�could You perhaps use Your
energy to boil the water in the two pots over there?� he asked quietly.

Goten noticed the inflection of Trunks�
words when referring to Him and smiled, �Well done Chibi.� He praised, �Hai�get
them up off the floor and I�ll boil the water for you.� Goten said, standing
and motioning for his pet to get back to work. Trunks jumped up at his Master�s
words and hefted the pots up onto the stove, squeezing them in amid the other
boiling pans and pots. Goten nodded and placed a glowing hand to the side of
each of the water containers and then slowly began heating them with
concentrated and controlled ki-beams. Once Goten finished, Trunks bustled in,
adding huge quantities of pasta to the boiling water and began stirring. Goten
returned to his seat and looked over at Vegeta who as just staring at him.

�What!?� he asked as Vegeta just
shook his head as if to say �you spoil him�. Goten frowned. �You�re just as
hungry as I am Vegeta-san, don�t tell me you wouldn�t have done the same thing
if your slave asked as nicely!� he accused, blinking when Vegeta just snerked.

�Why do you think he asked your pet
to ask you!? Bakarotto knows my policy on food preparation! He�s to do it all
himself if he wants to eat any of it at the end�� Goten just shrugged and
Vegeta continued, �It�s not a common rule, just one I implement since I loathe
sullying myself in work meant for the weak when there�s somebody else to do it
for me.� Leaning back he suddenly frowned and got up, going to the fridge and
pulling out a jug of sparkling fruit juice. �Want another drink?� he asked.
Goten nodded and accepted the glass that Vegeta offered him after a few
moments. Upon seeing the other dom�s inquisitive gaze Vegeta waved him off,
�Drinks don�t count�I�m the host of this little get-together so I accept the
responsibility of getting the occasional beverage for us�� the prince
exclaimed.

Goten just grinned. �Sure sure
Vegeta-san! Don�t get all huffy over it! I�m just teasing you.� He muttered,
rolling his eyes at how defensive the prince could get. �Err.. now, what�re
your policies on pets eating? I know I always make Trunks eat from a bowl on
the floor, but he eats usually at the same time as me, and if he�s really good,
I�ll let him have something off my plate�� Goten said more quietly so the pets
wouldn�t hear their talking amidst the chaos of clanking cutlery and the bubble
and steaming of the various things cooking.

Vegeta nodded, �Your practice is
fine for starters. I however, prefer to eat first with my pet sitting quietly
beside my chair. Like you, if he�s good, I�ll drop him something, but it�s
mostly to teach him control around food. As you know�and exploited.� He paused,
taking time to glare at Goten for the earlier appetizer throwing incident,
�Your father is severely lacking in that area. Which is why tonight he�ll not
be hand-fed any extra treats.� Goten nodded in understanding and let the other
Dominant continue his explanation, �Often, I lock him in his kennel to eat or
just put his bowl under the table and leash him to the leg of my chair. I find
it necessary to keep him restrained when he�s eating as he becomes quite
vicious if I try to take his food when he�s not done. He�s been taught to eat
slowly and with manners befitting of a royal slave, but he�s still not meticulous
enough so sometimes I�m forced to remove the food to teach him a lesson. Goten winced, imagining what his father�s
reaction must have been to that particular �lesson�.

�Is that almost done!?� a harried
Goku asked of a confused Trunks. Who simply looked at him as if to say, �How
the fuck am I supposed to know?� and stepped out of the way so Goku could check
for himself. �I really hate this�� the older slave growled, pulling the roast
out of the oven with a curse. Trunks sighed and began draining the vegetables,
not that they ate many as saiyajins since they all preferred the carbohydrates
and protein portions of the meal, but everyone knew that it was important to
eat a well-balanced diet.

�When are we going to eat?� Vegeta
demanded. He was hungry, his drink was empty again, and he was impatient to get
things moving along. His slave rounded on him, looking about ready to rip him
to shreads before swallowing the stress and clearing his throat.

�Master�both Trunks and I would
appreciate a moment to prepare things for presentation. If you would be so kind
as to take Goten-Sama into the dining room and seat yourselves, we, and the
food, will be with you shortly!� Goku announced, voice strained before turning
back to the disaster of a kitchen.

Vegeta laughed and nodded. �He�s
got a point, let�s go Goten.� He said, abandoning his empty glass and heading
out the back door towards the dining room h hah had been set before hand.
Taking a seat at one head of the table, he motioned for Goten to take the other
end before sitting himself down and making himself comfortable. Leaning down he picked up the pillow which
sat at the side of his chair and tossed it to the side of the room, letting it
fall beside the large wooden buffet stand. �The brat doesn�t get any comforts
tonight�� he muttered to himself.

Goten
looked around. The candles were burning the silverware highly-polished and the
table-cloth nicely pressed. He couldn�t believe this was the household of two
adult saiyajin males�it seemed so anti everything he assumed his father and
Vegeta stood for. Yes, the prince was royalty, but he still exuded a very feral
and intimidating attitude which did not lend itself to being associated with
tablecloths and napkin holders. He
grinned as he noticed the chain coiled to the right of his seat which was
attached to his chair. Nearby was a pillow which matched the one that Vegeta
had just disposed of. �Think Trunks� earned comfort?� he asked the other
Master, highly interested in getting help and suggestions of how to handle his
pet, and how to make decisions as a full-fledged dominant.

Vegeta
shrugged, �It�s all up to you�� he murmured, �I personally think he�s done very
well, and has probably earned it�however, I�d also make sure he behaves very
well during this meal� he�s probably letting the fact that Kakarotto�s been
punished recently, and that he hasn�t, get to his head. Goten�s eyes widened
and he nodded slowly, digesting this information. He glanced up as motion
caught his attention. Both pets had finally finished with whatever they�d been
doing and had entered the room carrying two trays each. Trunks set his burden
down in the centre of the table then went back to the kitchen for a second
load. Goku also flitted away, but returned shortly with an ice bucket filled
with the same sparkling fruit juice. Goten wasn�t a huge fan of this beverage
but he knew that alcohol and any BDSM activities should never be mixed so
nodded when the slave offered to pour him a glass. Once Trunks returned with
the rest of the food he backed up and stood off to the side awkwardly, unsure
of what to do next.

�Here.�
Goten called, snapping his fingers and pointing to the pillow beside his chair.
Once Trunks had knelt in position, he next ordered, �Chin up.� This allowed him
to clip the end of the chain onto the ring on his pet�s collar. Goten�s last
command, �Settle� gave Trunks the freedom to make himself as comfortable as
possible in the limited space made available to him by the shortness of the
chain.

Goku
finished pouring his Master�s drink. After he replaced it in the ice-bucket, he
stood at attention, and waited for Vegeta to acknowledge him. The master did so
at his own leisure. �I take it you want your plug removed as promised?� he
asked, voice neutral. Goku wasn�t sure how to take this�yes, he wanted it out,
but he wasn�t about to press the issue just in case Vegeta was still angry with
him. Remaining silent seemed to be the correct thing to do as Vegeta finally
stood up and approached his slave. �Alright Bakarotto�down, kneel and forward.�
He issued the clipped commands easily. Goku knew exactly what was asked of him
and took the required position. On all fours, he spread his legs wide and
leaned down onto his forearms which rested at an angle to each other, his hands
formed a sort of triangle between the pointer fingers and thumbs. In this
position, he was quite opened and his still-tender rear was presented to his
Master.

As he
approached his kneeling slave, Vegeta took one of the cloths from their folded
place on the buffet and opened it, covering his left hand with it. With the
right, he reached down and took a good hold of the plug, trying to remove it
with the least amount of pain possible. From the strangled whimper and quiet
groans that Goku produced, it didn�t sound like hs dos doing all that great of
a job. With a rather disturbing �sploot� noise, the phallic object emerged from
Goku�s gaping orifice and was promptly wrapped up in the cloth and placed on a
shelf for cleaning later. Goku was sent to redress himself in the loincloth
while Vegeta disappeared briefly to wash up.

Goten
stroked Trunks idly while he waited for the other two to return to the table.
He and Trunks sat in silence, but it was a comfortable one so neither tried to
make small talk. Goten greeted Vegeta as he returned and sat down, watching the
older saiyajin for clues as to what was to happen next. Vegeta spotted his pet
emerging from the other door and snapped his fingers, ordering him to kneel
beside his chair. Once Goku had done so, he clipped the chain to his collar and
told him to behave and keep his eyes down.

�Help
yourself, there�s a lot here.� Vegeta said, pulling one of the serving trays
closer to himself and piling the food onto the plate in front of him. He and
Goten traded several times before each had a saiyajin sized portion in front of
them. Both dug in heartily, having little to say when there was food before
them. Goku squirmed as he continued to kneel stiffly beside his Master�s chair.
He knew he�d be in for a long, uncomfortable wait when he saw the pillow had
been moved, and as such knew enough not to expect or beg for any handouts.

Trunks on the other hand wasn�t
minding this at all, he was quite content to lounge at his Master�s side,
daintily nipping at the bits of food offered to him from his Master�s hand. He
even got patted occasionally, and was practically purring with all the positive
attention he was getting. Goku was going to kill him. From his position
kneeling beside Vegeta�s chair, he could just raise his head subtly enough to
see the other pet in the room and become exceedingly jus. us. A low growl
formed in his chest and it developed steadily until Vegeta finally took notice
as to what the annoying noise was. �I said eyes down Bakarotto!� the prince snapped
as he reinforced the warning with a sharp tug on his slave�s collar.

Goten chuckled quietly, �Having
problems Vegeta-san?� the boy asked sweetly from the other end of the table.
The glare he got in response made him simply shove more food into his mouth in
order to stop himself from laughing at the other dominant�s plight. �Fine fine�� he muttered, swallowing. �So,
besides Bulma-san�. Who else knows about you�two?� he wondered, fixing himself
another plate.

Trunks sat up straight at his
Master�s sudden words. Not being there for the previous conversation, he was
startled to hear his mother�s name. �Mom knows about this!?� he asked, quietly
horrified. What would she think of him!? He�d never be given control over
Capsule Corp now! He�d have to work as a paper-pushing lackey for the rest of
his life! �Oh my god�we�re so fucked�.� He moaned.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

I Made You a Snack