A Moment of Madness

Vegeta grunted as he smashed into the solid wall of rock, denting the earth with his body. He let out a chuckle, and wiped the dirt from his cheek. “Fighting dirty, Kakarot? That’s unlike you.”

“If an old man can do it, why can’t I?” Vegeta smirked at the coy Saiyan, and launched into his next attack. The earth rumbled from their raw power. Blasts of ki lighting up the vary sky as all forms of animal fled in shear terror. Each strike that made contact drew them deeper into violent contest. Raw, bloody, merciless.

Saiyan.

Vegeta soaked in the adrenaline greedily, the scent of blood and earth, and the feeling of his fist smashing into the side of Kakarot’s face, sending the younger warrior flying several yards back. Gods! It felt amazing! He started to feel like his old self again! No dull, brain numbing sensation. No teasing voice, or come hither shadows! He laughed as he dodged a blow from the thing he once craved, and only lusted for battle. No pesky erection or deviant thoughts to blind him from his target as he sent out a fury of blasts at the taller Saiyan.

Freedom. At last.

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They sat across from each other at Vegeta’s campsite, a roaring fire between them, and the setting sun in the horizon. Vegeta ripped into the meat that had been cooking on the spit, glancing over at the silent Kakarot.

“You got quiet. Not that I’m complaining.” Goku smiled and looked at him through the flame.

“I’m just thinking.” Vegeta snorted.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Ah ha ha.” Goku rolled his eyes. “I almost forgot how witty you can be.” He shook his head. “It’s just nice to see you out and about again! Bulma and I have been a little worried.” Vegeta grunted.

“I’ve been a little…Distracted. I’m feeling much better though.” He tore a chunk from the dripping meat. “Besides. I’m the Saiyan Prince. I do not need a keeper, or a watchmen, Kakarot.”

“That’s what friends are for, Vegeta. To look out for each other.” Vegeta groaned and rolled his eyes. He prayed Kakarot wasn’t about to go on another tirade of friendship and brotherhood again.

The meat was delicious, and he would rather not vomit it up.

“If you were craving to hold hands and frolic with a bosom buddy, then seek out baldy. Prancing through flowers makes me nauseous.” Vegeta watched as Goku stood, smiling with the classic, idiotic grin.

“I’m just glad you’re feeling better, ‘Geta.” The prince flinched lightly at the nickname. “Hey, it’s been a good visit, but Chi-Chi will be expecting me home soon.” He laughed, and moved into his ‘Son Goku’ Pose. “You know how she can be.”

“She must be a Goddess in the bedroom. I can’t figure any other reason as to why you’d put up with that harpy.” Goku merely sighed and looked shook his head.

“Are you going back home soon? It’s been a few day’s now…Bulma’s missed you.” Vegeta grunted. He knew what she missed. The moment he walked into the door, she would be pawing at his cock. Like a bitch in heat.

“Yeah. I’ll go home. I just want to stay a little while longer.” He looked up at the tall warrior. “Return to your harpy, Kakarot. And leave me in peace.” Goku smiled, and raised his fingers to his forehead, vanishing instantly.

“Hn…I hate it when he does that.”

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Night had taken over the sky by the time Vegeta got back to Capsule Corp. He raised is head to the hallway stairs as he shut the door behind him, the annoying sound of clacking heels drawing his attention.

“Vegeta!” Bulma ran to him, a short, tight black dress restricting her movements as she lept into his arms, kissing him furiously. “Where have you been?”

“Sparing, camping…” He looked around, searching for familiar ki signatures. “Where is everyone?” Bulma stepped back and adjusted her breast under the dress.

“I have an emergency meeting with the head honcho of a storage company from Canada. He is thinking about investing with our company. This could be huge! I’ll be gone for the night, and I didn’t know you’d be back. So I sent Trunks to Chi-chi’s. Dad took mom out for a night on the town. It’s their anniversary today, so I’m guessing they’ll be out for the night.” She fiddled with her expensive earings and looked at Vegeta. “How do I look?”

“Tasty.” She smirked and hit him on the arm.

“Oh, Cheeky boy.” She winked. “I’ll give you a proper greeting when I get home.” She pulled him into a kiss and fondled him roughly, then pulled away, throwing on her jacket and grabbing her keys. “There are leftovers in the fridge, Chi-Chi’s number is by the phone. I’ll see you later! Wish me luck! Love you-bye!”
With that, He was alone again.

He looked around the empty house and raised a brow. “Home sweet home.” He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and wrinkled his nose at the various plates of mystery food.

“Born a prince, only to eat like a peasant.” He snorted.

The meal itself was tasteless. He questioned just how long these odd assortment of food had sat in that damn ice box. He shrugged to himself. A huge weight was lifted off his chest from this little vacation he took. A night alone and a tasteless meal was worth it.

The Prince soon found himself sprawled out on the leather couch, flipping through channel after channel of pointless human drivel, and the odd classic porno. News stories regaling murders, sport channels over exaggerating the play of a favoured team, a blonde; large breasted woman ran slowly on the beach, a man with dark spiky hair smirking at him through the screen. Vegeta sat up, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. Looking back at the screen, he sighed. Some idiot dressed in a purple dinosaur costume was harassing small children. He looked over at the clock.

2:37 AM.

“You getting to old to stay up, Vegeta.” He said to himself. “Your eyes play tricks on you.” He stood, flipping off the television, and went upstairs to his bathroom. Vegeta looked at himself in the mirror, staring at his tired eyes and handsome face. Sighing to himself, he turned the tap and leaned down, splashing cool water onto his face.

“You can be so cruel…”

Vegeta winced at the all too familiar voice echoed through his head. He looked around the bathroom.

It was empty.

He growled, and shook his head. “Blasted food. The bitch has poisoned me…” He grabbed a towel, and began to dry his face. He felt a warm breath on his ear.

“Just as I can be so cruel…” Vegeta spun around, only to face a wall of plain white tile. His senses heightened, his heart began beating faster to prepare him for any attack.

He snarled and shook his head again. “I’m just hearing things…” He swore and tossed the towel aside. “A mix of bad food and bad television…I should be glad I’m not dead.”

The Saiyan Prince groaned and sat on his bed, kicking his socks of, and laying back in the cool, silk sheets.

“Comfy?” Vegeta sat up, searching around the room. He heard that. He damn well knew he heard that.

“You look so tense, ‘Geta.” The prince pushed himself from the bed and spun around. His eyes went wide at what he saw.

Kakarot lounged on the silk covered bed, tight leather pants hugged his muscled thighs, and his flawless chest remained uncovered. He looked critically at his nails, his head propped up on his free hand. “You need to learn how to relax.” Dark eyes met Vegeta’s, a coy smirk painted the taller man’s lips. “Aw, ‘Geta…Didn’t you miss me?” He pouted. “I’m insulted. Even the whore got a better greeting.” He sat up, and ran a finger nail down his abs, purring as Vegeta watched.

“I thought I told you to leave.” Vegeta snarled.

“Oh, you did.” Kakarot sighed, and sat up, spreading his thighs. The tight pants held strong to his form. “But I can only go so far. And I’ve missed you terribly.” He smirked, licking his lips. Vegeta snarled.

“Your not real… This is all in my head…” Kakarot merely continued to smirk, the flirtatious gleam in his eyes gave way to a darker, more sinister shadow.

“I don’t like being cast out like that, ‘Geta darling.” Kakarot stood, and suddenly Vegeta realised, he couldn’t move his legs. “I’ve been giving you such pleasant dreams, such wonderful fanasies. And you repay me by casting me out.” The taller man moved towards the struggling prince, chuckling and licking his lips. “I can be your perfect dream.” He leaned down, and gripped Vegeta’s face. “And I can be your worse nightmare.” He pressed his lips next to Vegeta’s ear. “You’ve been naughty, ‘Geta. I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

Vegeta’s heart began to race as he tried to push the figure away. His eyes grew wide with panic. He had no strength, none at all. He was defenceless… “Wake up…” He whispered to himself. “Wake up!” There was a dark chuckle.

“Now now. Before you would beg to stay asleep.” Vegeta gasped as he was grabbed, and thrown onto the bed. “Has that much really changed between us?” Kakarot moved onto the bed, stroking Vegeta’s quivering thighs.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Kakarot chuckled.
“Oh Vegeta…Silly, silly Vegeta.” Kakarot leaned in, nipping along the Prince’s neck. “Just how the fuck are you going to stop me?” He grabbed Vegeta’s shirt, and tore it from his body. “By the time I’m done with you, I’ll have you begging me to fuck you.” He moved calloused hands over the smaller man’s chest, dragging his nails over rippling muscles, and perked nipples, smirking as Vegeta tried desperately to move away.

Vegeta writhed, biting his lips as the dark figure pinched, and rolled his nipples between rough fingers. He tried to move his hands over himself, or to push him off, but his arms refused to move.

“Stop! Stop it!” A blush crept onto his cheeks as Kakarot dragged his tongue over a round nipple, ashamed as a moan escaped his lips. The dark figure chuckled, looked Vegeta in the eyes.

“Stop? But look.” Kakarot gripped Vegeta’s hard length through his pants. “This is begging me to continue.” A coy smirk covered his face. “I was right, wasn’t I? You stand tall and proud on the outside, but inside, you are bagging to be dominated.” The grip on Vegeta’s groin increased, and the prince held back his scream. “Deep down you’re a dirty whore, whimpering and bending over for the nearest cock.” Vegeta writhed and tried to push away.

“No!” Panic was starting to set in. His heart raced, and his breath began to quicken as Kakarot gripped the princes pants, and removed them.

“You can’t lie to me, ‘Geta. I’m in your head, remember?” Kakarot licked slowly up the swollen length, chuckling as it jumped at the sensation. “Hmmm…It missed me. How cute.” He lowered his mouth over Vegeta’s member, tightening his lips and slowly moving it deeper into his mouth, smiling to himself as the prince moaned and raised his hips. He purred, and slowly moved his mouth from the dick.
“Now now. This is a punishment, remember? We can’t do all the thing’s you want to do.”

Vegeta groaned, his member was throbbing, and his face was heated into a blush. He couldn’t help but watch the figure of Kakarot as he stood, and pulled off the tight leather. His eyes traveled over the muscled figure, and finally rested on the impressive length.

“Do you like what you see?” Vegeta snarled and ripped his eyes away.

“Stop. I’m sorry. I won’t push you out again.” He winced as Kakarot chuckled.

“I’m having far to much fun.” He moaned, and sucked on his fingers, covering them with his saliva as he sat beside Vegeta. “Be a good boy, and spread your legs.” Vegeta growled at the taller man.

“Fuck you.” Kakarot raised a brow, and Vegeta gasped as his thighs began to open at their own accord.

“I’d rather you just play along, ‘Geta. I’ll only win in the long run.” He smiled sweetly, and circled his fingers around Vegeta’s tight ring of muscle. The taller warrior leaded down and gripped Vegeta’s cock with his free hand, licking its sensitive tip as his finger fought with his ass. Vegeta bit his lip, trying to hold a moan as the hot mouth enveloped his member, and a finger gently entered his anus. Kakarot purred, and looked up at Vegeta, meeting his eyes, and removed his dick from his mouth.

“Beg me, ‘Geta.” He began moving his finger in and out of his opening slowly, pushing deeper with each stroke. Vegeta shook his head and hissed, the feeling alien to him. “Tell me how badly you want it.” The prince gasped as another finger was added. The digit’s scissor, and pushed until they hit a wonderful spot. Vegeta gasped, and arched his back, his hips convulsing in humping movements with every stroke. “Like that, hm? Your so dirty, ‘Geta.”

“No more! You’ve had your fun! Just go!” Kakarot smirked, and removed the digits from Vegeta, chuckling as the smaller man let out a groan.

“I’m not done yet.” He moved between Vegeta’s leg’s wrapping the muscled thighs around his hips.

Vegeta tore his eyes away as he felt the head of Kakarot’s member push against his opening. He was humiliated. Him, the Saiyan Prince, thighs spread wide by a figment of his imagination. He growled as rough hands gripped his hips, and held him as the thick length slowly entered him.

“Mmm…Nice and tight, ‘Geta.” Vegeta control his breathing as the thrusts started slowly, teasing his hole with long strokes, and slow penetration. His body shock as the angle and pace changed. Vegeta’s shame and apprehension slowly melted away when a well aimed thrust hit his sensitive bundle of nerves. The prince tossed his head back, moaning, and pushing his hips against the member. Kakarot purred, watching Vegeta moan and buck under him.

“Let me hear it, ‘Geta.” He smirked and slowly pulled himself out, before ramming back in. “Tell me how much you love it.” The grip on Vegeta’s hips grew tighter, and the pace quickened, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He began to pant, and he bucked his hips against a teasing hand.

“Y…Yes!” Kakarot purred.

“Yes what?” Vegeta but his lip, and moaned as a rough hand pumped his cock, and the thrusting length pounded without mercy into him. “Say it!”

Vegeta tossed his head back and screamed. “I need you! God’s I need you!” His body shook as he climaxed, coating his stomach with his seed. The was a dark chuckle as Kakarot pressed his lips against his ear.

“And don’t forget it.”

The dream began to fade, and slowly Vegeta awoke. He groaned and winced as he removed his fingers from his ass. It was a dream. It was all just a dream…

No. It was a nightmare.


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Vegeta:....What....The....Hell?!

Ring Master: What now?

Vegeta: You made me the sub?!

Ring Master: Actually, it was masterbation.

Vegeta: That does not count!

Goku: I dunno, Vegeta. You seemed to enjoy it.

Vegeta: *Punch*

Ring Master: *sighs* Good acts are so hard to find these days. Anyway. Sorry about my lack of updates. I've been busy, and I'll try to whip my ass into gear. I do hope you liked this chapter!

Vegeta: *grumbling*