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Desecration: Alternate

By Sefiru

Summary: Vegeta takes Goku for his
slave after some convincing by Trunks.

Warnings: NC-17, BDSM, violence, urine.

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.

So many reviews! ::happy dance::

Kit-kit, Irol: thank you much!

KirieVillanite: glad you like it;
the name spelling seem to change depending what country you�re in, so I just
picked the versions I liked best.

Pun_xy: brushing tails � I
figured, if anyone did, Vegeta certainly would (he wears white gloves into
battle, for the love of ned!)
And the funny thing about the last chapter is, that was Vegeta being *less*
stubborn than usual.

Starlight_dragon: here you go! ~_^

In this chapter: Krillin disapproves
of the Saiyans� relationship, Vegeta disapproves of Krillin, and Goku gets kinky
(like he wasn�t already).

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Chapter 5: Completion

***

�� Vegeta scowled as
the door of the gravity room banged open. He really should see about putting a
lock on it; it was a shame he�d finished his training already or the intruder
would have been flattened for his trouble. Not that he had been training too
intensely. He was still getting used to his tail and he was constantly
distracted by his plans for tonight, and Kakarott. It was just astonishing what
a twice-daily tail grooming could do for his mood.

�� It was more than
that, of course. Nappa and Raditz
had been his subjects, but he hadn�t had the power over them that he did over
Kakarott. They didn�t love me. It was
not such a strange thought after all. In time he might even come to love
Kakarott as well; already he felt the old sense of duty, to see that his
one-man realm was properly taken care of. He hadn�t even insulted him in days!
This was the mood that the intruder found him in, waving his tail as he thought
about the contents of his toybox.

�� What have you
done to Goku?� It was Krillin.
Vegeta turned around.

�� I�ve done lots
of things, midget. Care to be more specific?�

�� He�s never available
in the evenings anymore ��

�� Don�t you see
enough of him during the day?�

�� He acts all
cheerful, but he hardly says anything anymore ��

�� He says as much
as he ever did; he just talks less.�

�� And two days ago
he was walking funny all morning ��

�� I admit, we got a little wild that night.� It had involved a
titanium dong the size of his forearm, a remote-controlled fucking machine, and
twenty meters of steel chain suspended from the ceiling; his cock swelled at
the memory. Krillin noticed and didn�t appreciate it.

�� You damned
pervert! How dare you take advantage of an innocent man like Goku and make him do such disgusting things?�

�� Innocent? Kakarott?� Vegeta laughed. �Shrimp, did it ever cross your
mind that Kakarott might enjoy the things we�re doing?� Not to mention coming
up with half of it to begin with.

�� Well, he
shouldn�t! It�s not right!�

�� So Kakarott�s private behavior is subject to your approval
now? Remind me again, which one of us is royalty?�

�� That�s not the
point! Goku�s so thick he�ll believe anything anyone
tells him! He probably doesn�t even know how much of a snake you are!�

�� You know, for
claiming to be his friend, you have surprisingly little faith in his judgment.�

�� He says that he�s
your slave! If he�s that much of a pushover, how much do you think I can trust
his judgment!?�

�� Vegeta growled
in sudden rage. He picked Krillin up and shoved him
against the wall. �You understand nothing, midget. Yes, Kakarott is my slave,
and thus his honor is my honor. I will not have our relationship disparaged by
such reductive, and false, statements. I suggest you stop expecting Kakarott to
conform to your measly preconceptions and actually listen to him for once. And
if you ever insult him like that again, you�ll only wish I�d killed you.� He released his grip and walked out of the
gravity room, leaving a dumbfounded Krillin sprawled
on the floor.

***

�� Vegeta speared a
chunk of meat with his fork and lifted it off the platter. Kakarott hadn�t been
exaggerating his cooking ability; the meat was dripping with juices and the
vegetables beside it wafted a marvelous scent into the air. And of course there
was the fact that his slave was kneeling before him, holding up the platter as
he ate. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other. This was sure to become
one of their favorite activities.

�� A few things had
changed since those first few days. For one, Vegeta had moved into a
two-bedroom suite so that he could use the extra room for their games. For
another, Kakarott now wore a studded leather collar marked with the royal
crest, which Vegeta had had specially made for him. He not only brushed his
prince�s tail but also bathed him, dressed him and groomed his hair. Vegeta was
thinking about making him learn massage.

�� He set down his
fork and waved for his slave to remove the platter. He stood up and stepped
into the bathroom; the two rooms were open to each other, with a sliding
partition between them. It made certain games so much more fun. �Slave, strip
and come here.�

�� With Kakarott
naked at his feet, he was ready to start the next phase of his evening. �Kakarott, today marks two weeks that you have been my slave,
and during that time I have not had to reprimand or punish you. For this, you
get a reward.� He took out his limp cock and directed a stream of hot piss onto
his slave�s chest. Kakarott gave a startled gasp, and his tail quivered in
pleasure; he had claimed this as one of his deepest fantasies, and Vegeta was
giving it to him. His eyes drifted closed and his cock stiffened. Vegeta had
been �saving up� for this all day, so he was able to spend several minutes
spraying urine all over Kakarott�s chest, stomach and
shoulders. Kakarott purred and used his fingers to further spread the fluid
over his skin.

�� Vegeta, too,
enjoyed the sight of his slave bathing in his piss and getting hard from it. At
last he shook the drops from his shaft and shoved it in Kakarott�s
face. �Lick it clean.� As he did so, Vegeta brought his boot down on Kakarott�s cock and balls; Kakarott ground into him
helplessly and came with a quiet moan.

�� Vegeta smirked at
him. �Wash that off and then come to me.� While his slave cleaned himself, he
laid out the toys he�d chosen for tonight. Kakarott, he�d discovered, got off
on many kinds of pain. He could even be made to beg for them. Flogging,
stinging, burning, crushing, as long as they were accompanied by a little
pleasure, would totally remove him from the realm of rational thought, and if it
involved his cock or anus, so much the better. Hence the
accessories for this evening�s entertainment.

�� His slave
returned to kneel at his feet. Time to dress him. To
begin with, Vegeta locked ki restraints on his wrists
and ankles � not because he was afraid Kakarott would turn on him, but just
because he had the power to do so. Next came a clever device made of two pieces
of wood: they clamped around his slave�s balls like stocks, and their ends fit
behind his thighs, forcing him to stay on all fours if he valued his family
jewels. Finally he slid a gold cock plug into Kakarott�s
cock.

�� Vegeta�s cock was
stiffening as well now but it wasn�t fully hard yet. How convenient. He wrapped
his tail around his slave�s throat and pulled him up. �Suck me.�

�� Kakarott�s technique had only gotten better. He had to sit
up to reach it, and the pull on his balls and the tail�s choke hold only
excited him more. He devoured Vegeta�s shaft as if it was the most delicious
treat in the universe; Vegeta let him take him almost to the edge. �Stop.� �

�� He pushed
Kakarott back to the floor and moved behind him. Then he used his teeth to tear
the wrapper from a ribbed condom � he did not want this stuff getting on his
own skin. Once the condom was on he opened a bottle of hot sauce and started
applying it to his cock. �Smell that, slave?�

�� Kakarott made a
questioning noise but didn�t turn to look. Good
boy. Vegeta wiped his hands on a towel, then
touched a single dab of sauce to his slave�s ring. Kakarott barely had a moment
to feel the burn before Vegeta thrust into him. When the burn of the hot sauce
hit his inner walls he screamed and ground his hips back against him. Vegeta
grinned. He could think of more excruciating than this, yet his slave was at
the heights of pleasure. His own passion heightened, he pounded wildly into Kakarott�s hole as he jammed his thumbs into his slave�s
tail scar. If this worked he would have a whole new toy to play with �

�� The scar
shivered and pulsed, and then a furry black tail shot out of it. The itch of
its growth combined with the other sensations assaulting Kakarott�s
body; he screamed Vegeta�s name as he came so hard that the cock plug flew out
onto the floor. His tensing muscles sent Vegeta over the edge as well. A few
quick thrusts and he also roared his climax. Catching his breath, he stood up
to put away the condom and the cock plug. Then he took a moment to study the
new addition to his slave.

�� A Saiyan really was incomplete without his tail. The tail
turned Kakarott from merely attractive into a vision. A god.
And he�s all mine. That lush sable
length was enough to make Vegeta�s mouth water and his loins heat again. He
pounced on it with a growl, took it in both hands and wrapped his lips around
it. He licked and nibbled his way madly down its length as Kakarott groaned
under him. More.
He had to hear more of that voice. Reaching the tail tip, he felt for the end
vertebra and shattered it with his teeth.

�� Kakarott�s scream was fucking
perfect. �Oh my god. Please, my prince, do that
again!�

�� With pleasure. He found the next bone and broke it too. He
worked back down the tail breaking each bone in turn � not because he hated
Kakarott or wanted him harmed, but only for his enjoyment. And
Kakarott�s. Halfway down the tail he felt the
other Saiyan shudder and realized that he was having
some kind of dry orgasm from this stimulation alone. Inflamed, Vegeta shoved
his cock into Kakarott�s mouth and continued with
crushing his slave�s bones. Kakarott sucked him with supernatural force, and he
kept on coming and coming �

***

�� Vegeta lay back
in the steaming hot bath, cradling a glass of wine in one hand. On a mat beside
him lay Kakarott, totally blitzed from his three orgasms, one of them lasting
nearly five minutes; he was in no state to be immersing himself
in water. A senzu bean had set his tail to rights
again, and Vegeta was faintly envious. Was there any way for him to have such
an experience? Without, that is, having his tail mashed into
a paste. In any case, having Kakarott beg spontaneously for such torture
had been the cap on a magnificent evening. And afterwards he had insisted on
drawing the bath and serving him wine and dessert before collapsing on the mat.
Good slave.

�� He took a truffle
from the tray set on the tub�s rim and trailed his hand down to Kakarott. His
slave licked the sweet lazily from his fingers before returning to his doze.
Before getting into the bath Vegeta had tossed a light blanket over him so that
he wouldn�t� catch
a chill. It was strange considering the kind of sex they had, but the thought
of Kakarott in any kind of discomfort did not sit well with him. My servant, not my enemy.
It was difficult, now to think about what he and Trunks had done to him. The
truth was that to violate Kakarott�s limits, he had
had to violate his own as well. What kind of behavior was that for a prince? Face it, Vegeta, you were a damn fool.
And for that, his honor demanded one action:

�� Kakarott.�

�� Mmm?�

�� I�m sorry.�

�� A thunderous purr
answered him. �I�m not.�

***

End. Of the plot, at least. As I
said before, I may write some PWPs for this scenario,
depending on where my perverted mind takes me (hot sauce for lube? Ouch!
>.<;;).

What�s next? I�m still writing Enough Time; April is
one-shot month, I have two Pure Evil Omakes written
and one random act of fiction; and I finally have the outline for Pure Evil 4
(which will be, by my standards, a frickin� epic
::massages writing fingers::)
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