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From Vegetasei With Love	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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From Vegetasei With
Love

By Sefiru

Pairings: V/G

Warnings: Yaoi M/M, AU, oral,
anal, Bondage, showtunes.

Disclaimer: I don�t own it, only borrowing.

Summary: Vegeta is a secret agent.

Macha: Everything�s better with
ninjas.

Pixelgoddess: Isn�t Bardock pretty much a commando
leader in canon?

ladyshadowdragon: they got a
bulk ninja discount.

Moiira: yep, I�m a tease. *tease tease
tease*

DarkSerapha: *gives cookie � with Iocane.*

kit-kit: yes, let the brothers be brothers. ^^

Ireyon: Raditz is cool.

Zofo: of course there will be lemons. And limes. And bears, oh my! (not.)

In this chapter: car lemon. Car chase.
Showtunes.

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Chapter 5: Two Guys One Car

***

�� The Ferrari
purred as Vegeta guided it into the hills outside Chikyuu City. Kakarott stretched out beside him,
one arm on the seat back behind Vegeta�s shoulders; his face was tilted back in
the wind, showing the curve of his throat � I
will not stare. Car crashes are bad.

�� Were you serious
about the night in Satan
City?�

�� Hn. Dinner, a show, and a good hotel.
And your fee, of course.�

�� I like how you
think.� Kakarott pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. �I�ll just text Raditz so he knows where I am.�

�� Vegeta nodded.
They seemed to have evaded pursuit for now, but they�d see it again. The fact
that he�d been attacked at all meant that those thugs in the bar were more than
ordinary gangsters: his face was well-known only in the international
underground. Good, the big players were involved in this mission. He liked some
spice in his life.

�� Kakarott noticed
the phone dock on the dashboard. �Hey, do you mind if I put on some music?�

�� As long as it�s not showtunes.�

�� Aw, not even
Gilbert and Sullivan?�

�� Vegeta gritted
his teeth at the memory of far too many �cultural� diplomatic functions. �I
will never willingly subject myself to such a thing.�

�� What never?�

�� No. Never.�

�� What, never?�

�� He couldn�t help
it; his lip twitched up. �Well � hardly ever.�

�� He�s hardly ever
sick at sea!� Kakarott sang to the world at large. �Don�t worry,
my taste is better than that.� He loaded a playlist
and stuck his phone in the socket. The squeal of an electric guitar rang out;
Vegeta grinned.

�� All of his
missions should be like this. Cruising in a scarlet
convertible to the sounds of hard rock, with a beautiful man at his side.
All he needed was a set of wraparound sunglasses, which he had in his glove
box. Kakarott laughed with delight as Vegeta put them on. His hand left the
back of the seat and started stroking Vegeta�s thigh. The spandex started to
get uncomfortable.

�� I could help you
with that,� Kakarott said.

�� Any more help and we�ll run into a tree.� Vegeta
took one hand off the wheel to open the hidden fly of his suit, allowing his
cock to spring free. �However, feel free to look.�

�� I sure will.�
It didn�t take long for Kakarott to pull his shaft into the open air as well.
The two men in the Ferrari roared through the Chikyuusei
hills, their cocks jutting out in front of them.

�� Vegeta could just
see a flash of Kakarott�s skin at the corner of his eye. That,
along with the breeze on his shaft, made him throb with every heartbeat.
He clenched his teeth. When he spotted a lookout area beside the road, he
decided he�d had enough; he pulled in and threw the car in park.

�� Are you
thinking what I�m thinking?� Kakarott said.

�� Hn.� He vaulted over the
windshield onto the hood. �You�re going to suck me off on the hood of my car.�
Kakarott scrambled out the passenger side door and around to the front. He slid
Vegeta�s knees apart and settled between them.

�� Nice view.� And
it was. He flicked his tongue out and then ran it up Vegeta�s shaft. He swirled
around the tip. He closed his lips on the side and sucked up and down, using a
lot of tongue on the way; it was a show as much visual as sensual. He sank down
and lifted one testicle with his tongue, then engulfed it. He did the same with
the other. Vegeta was getting close to the edge; Kakarott licked and nibbled
him like a gourmet confection, and made sure he could see every moment. The
tongue dipped into his cock-slit and he roared, splattering Kakarott�s face
with his come. Without a pause, the dancer went on to gather the fluid on his
fingers and lick it up. Vegeta started to stiffen again at once. And Kakarott
was still hard, too.

�� Did you bring
any lube?�

�� Right here.� Kakarott pulled out a small tube. �What do you
have in mind?�

�� Vegeta
demonstrated that his suit fly opened all the way to his tail. Kakarott took
the hint. He slicked himself quickly, then slipped out of his shirt (nice view,
indeed) and lined up his tip with Vegeta�s hole. Slowly but steadily he pushed
his way in; by the time he was fully seated, Vegeta was rock� hard again. He gripped Kakarott�s hips
with his knees and growled at him to move. Kakarott set both hands on the hood
beside Vegeta�s head and rocked his hips back. The dancer was hung; his shaft touched places a mere
human cock could never reach. Vegeta ground into every thrust, making soft purrs
and groans of pleasure, until he finally spilled his seed. Most of it landed on
Kakarott�s chest; he felt Kakarott�s seed jet into him as the dancer tensed and
growled.

�� They pulled
apart and straightened their clothes, with Kakarott again licking himself clean
before putting his shirt back on. Vegeta stretched lazily before standing up.
�You missed a spot,� he said, and licked a fleck of his own seed from
Kakarott�s chin. �Next stop, Satan City.�
They climbed back into the car.

�� As they cruised
along the winding road to the coast, Vegeta�s sharp ears detected another car
engine approaching from behind. He noted that it was moving fast; it rounded
the last curve and appeared in his mirror, a black sedan, showing no sign of
slowing down. Battle
reflexes took over and he threw the wheel over. The Ferrari slipped out of the
sedan�s way with inches to spare. �Whoa,� exclaimed Kakarott. �What�s his
problem?�

�� No idea.� Ahead
of them, they both heard the squeal of tires as the black car made a
three-point turn and then the roar of the engine coming back towards them.
�You�ve got to be fucking kidding me.� Vegeta�s hands
clenched on the wheel. His eyes flicked from side to side; he could go
to the inside of the curve and risk crashing into the hillside, or he could go
to the outside and risk flying off the road. Which
side? Left or right?

�� The roaring
engine was just beyond the bend. �Left!� shouted Kakarott, with such conviction
that vegeta didn�t argue. He turned the wheel and the
black car skimmed past them a second time.

�� Lovely. Vegeta knew this road well; it didn�t branch for
another fifteen minutes. He doubted the other driver was going to give up, and
he could hear two more vehicles approaching. He sped up as much as he felt was
possible. �Kakarott, how are you with ki blasts?�

�� Passable.�

�� Try to slow them
down.� The three cars � all glossy black, same make, same model � swung into
view behind them. The road was too narrow for them to drive abreast, so they
made a kind of wedge with the front car straddling the center line and the
other two on either side behind it. Kakarott twisted around, extended a finger
and launched a volley of ki blasts to the rear. �Why do so many people want to
kill you?�

�� I actually do
work for the CIA.� Vegeta split his attention between the mirror and the road
ahead. Kakarott�s blasts had at least gotten the ninja cars to slow down. A
fourth car joined the others and jostled for position at the back of the pack.

�� You haven�t got
any smoke bombs in here, do you?�

�� They�re in my
other car.�

�� Crap.� One of
Kakarott�s blasts hit a tire on car #2; it spun out, and the third car crashed
into it. Car #4 slammed on its brakes to avoid the wreckage, which blocked the
road. That left the original car to pursue them. It edged closer, swerving from
one side to the other to avoid Kakarott�s shots. The car was now close enough
to see the driver�s masked form through the windshield. The car also had masked
passengers. He couldn�t drive any faster and stay on the road; the distance
between them got smaller and smaller.

�� Their bumpers
touched. Kakarott�s blasts bounced off the hood and shredded some nearby trees.
The ninja car nudged them and the seat lurched against Vegeta�s back. �Damn
it!� The black car slipped back a bit, then the engine revved; it was going to
ram. Left, or right? He chose the outside. The ninja
car clipped his rear corner and the Ferrari fishtailed. Now the cars were side
by side. The black car slammed into his side panel � his outside tires skidded
off the road. Again � the Ferrari tilted, lurched and was suddenly airborne.
Jarred by the impact, Vegeta tried to gather enough ki to fly. He was vaguely
aware that the other car had run into the hillside from the recoil. And then it
was too late, the Ferrari crashed onto the rocky ground, and both Saiyans leapt clear a split second too late. Vegeta hit the
ground hard, rolled, and staggered to his feet. Kakarott lay below a splintered
tree, apparently knocked out. Vegeta stumbled over; Kakarott�s eyes flickered
open when he touched his shoulder. �Geta?�

�� Hn.� They had to get out of here.
It was only a matter of time before that fourth car found a way around the
wreck or called for backup. Looking up, Vegeta saw the square outline of a
building against the sky. An objective. He hauled� Kakarott up
against his shoulder� and started
walking.

***

He is the very model of a Moden Saiyan Super Spy � ^^

Next chapter: By an astonishing coincidence, Vegeta wakes up
in the next plot point!
- 4
- 5
- 6
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