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SIN	By : Nelfie14 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry. Sorry. But I have the flu of some sorts. All my kids got it as well so for like a week I've been cleaning puke off the floor and beds. So yeah that was a thing.

To my fellow Canadians, Friday was Remembrance Day and so I would like to say thank you to our soldiers and to the families of soldiers who gave their lives so we could have the liberties we have now. If it wasn't for them I probably wouldn't be able to do the stupid shit I do and take for granted the things that I have. So in honour of them I express my deepest gratitude for those who served and those who continue to serve their country.

Merci, meegwetch and Thank You.

Warnings: Language and Sexual content.

Vegeta was asleep when he finally got the signal from Kakarot. It was just after three in the morning and to say that it annoyed him that he was awakened at this hour was an understatement, though his curiosity would not allow him to just fall back asleep.

So he grudgingly rolled out of bed away from his sleeping wife, who just happened to be cuddling with a pillow. Vegeta gave a light snort, the woman was always a bit clingy.

His thoughts at the moment were else where as he padded over to their walk in closet. He had no idea what would be appropriate since Kakarot left no hint as to where he would be meeting the other.

He decided it didn't really matter what he wore because his pride would never let him look anything but exceptional when heading out. Not that he was much for labels, he could care less really. Although he did go for quality. The look, feel, and how things hung on him were the only things that mattered.

Of course being married to the richest woman in the world did not hurt either. When money was of no object, you failed to concern yourself with the cost of things.

So he stood there in a wardrobe that ran into the millions choosing his more expensive modern fit suit jacket with producer pant. The dark gray pant hung nicely accentuating his lithe waist and firm backside. The bionic blue dress shirt complimented his tanned skin and the sheen in the shirt gave his eyes an even more piecing look. Not one for vanity he quickly gave himself a once over before leaving their bedroom.

He shortly after took to the sky heading in the direction he could feel Kakarots ki. A ten minute flight at top speed led him to a city not far from his own, to a less than reputable neighborhood.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, he touched down in a darkened alleyway. From what he could tell he was only a few buildings away from his destination, which appeared to be one of the many warehouses in the area.

Shoving his hands in his pockets he made his way down the dimly lit street ignoring the drunks, addicts and hookers in the area. Said street was littered with trash and his main concern was having to throw away his favorite pair of wing tipped dress shoes. Besides none of these people even posed a threat to him in any sort of way.

Causally making his way to his destination he heard the distinct thrumming of music coming from the warehouse Kakarot seemed to be in. This had peaked the Prince's interest given the new revelations of Kakarots character.

The man was no longer what he appeared and Vegeta would have to be on his gaurd lest some unexpected events should arise. He would hate to have been caught off guard.

As he drew near to the red bricked building he noticed there were few windows and they were blacked out so anyone on the outside could not see the goings on of the in. The only real way to tell what was going on inside was to actually be inside the building, although his senses told him Kakarot was not alone. Several hundred humans were currently inside as well.

This obviously was a club of some sort, though there were no signs outside the building to suggest it had a name. But Vegeta kept walking until he was at what appeared to be the only entrance into said building.

He gave the handle a disgusted looked shuddering slightly at the thought of the types of people who came into contact with it before he had. Shrugging the thought aside he entered the building only to be greeted with a hallway, and at the end of it a somewhat gigantic bouncer.

The sight would have been intimidating to the average man; however Vegeta was anything but average and he knew with a flick of his wrist he could dispose of the bald dark skinned man.

Completely unimpressed Vegeta strode up to the large man not even bothering to make eye contact.

"Name?" Said the burly man in a deep baritone voice.

"Vegeta." The Prince answered nonchalantly. He didn't care if he was on the list or not, either way he was getting past and going inside.

"Oh, go right in Prince Vegeta. Mr. Son is waiting for you in the VIP section." The large man said in a obviously more enthusiastic tone while opening the door for smaller man.

With a quizzical brow Vegeta looked up at the larger man as he strode past him into another hallway. He was slightly taken aback by the use of his title and even more so at Kakarot being referred to as Mr. Son.

His interest now peeked he walked down the shorter hallway. It was lit with black lights and on the wall were murals depicting several very interesting sexual positions that fluoresced under them.

He could literally feel the music in his body now as he approached the door. The bass was at its max and the reverberations could be felt all over his body. He knew the song, his daughter often played it while in her room or in the car while on one of her shopping expeditions.

He made a point to no longer allow her to listen to that sort of music anymore before he opened the final door. What he saw next would have made his jaw drop if not for his self control.

The building was packed full of people, most of which were on an enormous dance floor grinding and rubbing against each other. The lights flashed about making as though the people on the dance floor were in another reality.

To his left the bar area was packed, and to the right so were the rest rooms. His nose wrinkled in distaste as he caught the scent of urine, drugs, and sex...

Yes there several groups of people engaged in different sexual activities throughout the room. That however was not what had shocked him.

There in the middle of the room a top a platform that stood ten feet above the dance floor was a king sized four poster bed. There on the bed?

Kakarot.

Yes there was Kakarot the supposedly innocent Son Goku on that bed fucking a very attractive young man. Yet they weren't alone. With them a young woman not much older than his own teenaged daughter, enthusiastically performing fellatio on the man Kakarot was currently slamming into.

His initial reaction was not what he had expected it to be, instead of disgust he found himself to be rather intrigued as to why the other man would want him to see the other like this.

That and the sight aroused him like nothing he had experienced before. He wanted to turn away, but no matter how hard he tried his gaze would not falter from the show being presented to him.

He always knew Kakarot to be handsome. Noticed from the moment they met. Yet he was truly blind to it until that very moment. He was magnificent. Until that very moment he was only the idiot with a handsome face.

So he watched as Kakarot thrust into the younger man, Kakarot becoming even more attractive with each passing moment. And he couldn't help feel that twinge of jealousy creep up on him as he watched the threesome.

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Goku felt the Prince's presence long before he entered the building. He felt the response when he flared his own. He was careful not to alarm the others and sent a mental note to all that everything was fine. Of course they believed him....

He had been with the two for about an hour when he flared his Ki out. He wanted to enjoy the activities before Vegeta arrived, so he took his time with the young blonde man who was a regular at the club. He had that 'office' look about him. Clean shaven, business cut hair, and his build was reminiscent of Gohan's.

Goku slid his hand down the others chest as he pounded into the firm ass presented to him. He could feel Vegeta's eyes on him as he did so. He knew he was giving the Prince quite the show with he flashing lights from the dance floor illuminating the area.

Shifting his position a bit Goku took his right hand, from the waist of his partner to fist and yank back the short blonde hair. He pulled the man back until he was arched like a bow.

Pain and ecstasy written all over the young mans face while Goku's left hand had the other's hip in a bruising grip. Neither seemed to care as the pleasure washed over them.

Sensing Vegeta approach through the dance floor only increased his pleasure. He could sense the other but more importantly he could feel a bit of emotion coming from his Prince.

Shock. Confusion. Lust. Most shockingly he thought he could feel a bit of jealousy come through as well. The knowledge made Goku smile.

His Prince was jealous, though the other would never admit to it. It didn't matter, Goku knew it was there and that was all he needed. So as Vegeta drew closer he decided to play on those emotions.

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Vegeta slowly approached the stage where Kakarot was conducting his 'performance'. Kakarot knew he was watching and for some reason the former wanted him to see this.

So he watched.

Watched as Kakarot slid his considerable length out of the handsome young man. Watched in fascination as the young woman kept pace with Kakarots movements. And he continued to watch as the younger man screamed his pleasure as both partners worked him.

He stood there in the crowd looking up at the man who seemed to be so pure, so innocent fuck on a stage while others watched.

It was raw. It was wild and untamed. It was Saiyan. Distinctly Saiyan.

He was enthralled by it. He wanted to be that man. He wanted to be that woman. He wanted to be Kakarot.

As soon as the thought entered his consciousness Kakarots eyes snapped to meet Vegeta's as if he had spoken it so loud it echoed across the room.

Their eyes locked Vegeta observed as a sinister grin formed on the others lips. His eyes flashed with something indescribable. Kakarot had pulled his partner flush against his broad chest. His hand still in the others hair he yanked the mans head to the side exposing the long corded neck.

Without breaking eye contact and not losing rhythm, Kakarot licked down the course of the others neck to his shoulder where he bit down.

The young man screamed out a mixture of pain and pleasure and Kakarot let himself ride out his completion inside the firm tight end of his partner. All the while the two Saiyans eyes remained connected.

Vegeta had never been turned on as much as he had been in his life as he had been right then. The expression in the younger Saiyans eyes as he released had him achingly hard. So much so that it hurt.

His once rival, a man who everyone was convinced was naive, and a simpleton just openly had sex with another man. How wrong they were. How wrong HE was.

So he watched as Kakarot withdrew from the blonde. Watched as with little regard Kakarot pushed the man down. He watched as Kakarot got off the bed and picked a shirt from the floor to wipe his genitals with. Watched as he threw the shirt on the onto the couple who had now changed positions. And he watched as Kakarot smiled at him as he descended the stairs naked.

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Goku slowly made his way through the dancing crowd. They parted for him as he passed by, making his way over to his Prince. Theirs eyes never parted the whole while it took him to reach the shorter Saiyan.

Vegeta was hiding behind his usual scowl, however Goku knew what the other had felt. How he was currently feeling and he intended to take full advantage of that.

Goku never had a problem with nudity, much less his own. Therefore it didn't bother him in the least as hungry eyes from all over the room feasted on his form.

He casually made his way over to the object of his desire stopping only inches from him.

"Vegeta." He greeted casually.

"Kakarot." Vegeta replied.

Leaning over Goku whispered into Vegeta's left ear.

"Come with me." He smiled before intentionally brushing past him. Vegeta snorted in response. Never portraying anything other than indifference.

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He may have appeared his normally taciturn self, though inside his emotions were raging. He knew Kakarot felt the hardness of his organ as he brushed passed. It disturbed him to no end that he was even reacting to the other.

However Vegeta just followed the nude Adonis towards the bar. He watched as Kakarot slipped behind and with a wave of his hand several seats were vacated. Without batting an eye at the odd happenings Vegeta just took a seat at one of the now vacant stools.

"Now I know that must be a violation of the human health codes." Vegeta clipped flatly as Kakarot poured him a drink.

"Let's just say this place isn't an "official" business." The younger remarked handing a triple of bourbon over to the elder.

With that Vegeta swirled his drink glancing around the room. He took notice that many of the occupants of the club were under the age of consent for most of the activities being conducted.

The place was far exceeding what would be considered a safe capacity. From the size of the warehouse this was only one part of the building.

'God knows what else could be going on in a place this size...' He thought to himself sipping at the drink in his hand.

Kakarot casually leaned on his elbow right across him, watching with little interest in the goings on of the club.

"So." Vegeta began. "What is this place?"

"A club." Kakarot replied tonelessly.

"I can see that fool." Vegeta said dryly.

"Just a place for those who want to spend their time without the outside world judging them." He answered taking a sideways glance at the Prince.

"Hmph. So how'd you find a place like this?" Vegeta questioned with little interest.

"I didn't." Was Kakarots short answer.

Vegeta looked over at the other who was currently watching a group of teens noisily order more drinks. He raised an eyebrow in silent question to the other.

"I created it." He stated motioning for the bartender to take care of the rowdy group.

"You?" Vegeta asked in disbelief. "Why would you create a place like this.?" He motioned around the room with drink in hand.

"isn't it obvious?" He shot back.

"I mean why would you of all people, Mr. Innocent never hurt a fly take pity on the weak Kakarot ever want a place like this to exist? Or for that matter, How? You're poor as dirt." He mocked.

"I don't think you're ready for the 'how' yet." Kakarot joked. "As for the why? I was tired." He confessed.

"Ready?" Vegeta broke into laughter. "I just watched you fuck a man more than half your age and you say I'm not 'ready'? Though I must admit it's about time you got rid of the harpy you called a wife." He jabbed taking another swig of his drink.

"Not just of her, and I never said I got 'rid' of her as you put it. She still serves her purposes..." Kakarot trailed off looking even more disinterested with the crowd now.

"Then tired of what Kakarot?" Vegeta asked in all seriousnes.

"Of life." He confessed truthfully. He shot a sideways glance and gave a deep sigh as he felt the confusion roll of the other. "I've felt this way for years Vegeta. Since after I came back from Yardat, I've wanted something different. Something more. But no I was expected to be the hero. The man the world depended on. The angel of innocents. But I'm just a man. Just a man..." Bitterness filling each word as the statement poured from him.

"So the great Kakarot admits he's mortal." Vegeta chided.

"I've never said otherwise." He remarked.

"You've never stated differently either, have you?" Vegeta snapped.

"No. No I didn't. I wanted to be who they thought I was. I wanted to please them. It's different now."

"I noticed." Vegeta observed as Kakarot smiled. It wasn't the usual big goofy grin, this was more like the cat who caught the canary.

"But now? Now I just want to please myself." He admitted casually. "And you." He added nonchalantly laughing inside as he felt the other's Ki flare a bit.

"What?" came the dangerous reply.

"I know you want me too Vegeta and I know this life has become a bore to you. I can sense it. You want to be the man you once were. I can see it in your eyes as well. The viciousness returns when you think I mock you during a spar, and afterwards its like when we first met. The Saiyan in you wants to be free again. I can see it." Kakarot affirmed looking the smaller right in the eye.

"That life has long since passed, Kakarot. And what makes you think I would want a third class fool like you when I have the world's richest, smartest and most beautiful woman in my bed?" Vegeta challenged.

"Bulma? Yes she is all those things isn't she. However there is one thing she isn't." Kakarot pointed out.

"Oh and may I ask is that Kakarot?" Inquired the now angered shorter man as he slammed his drink onto the bar drawing in a few stares.

"Saiyan." Came Kakarots flat retort."She's not Saiyan Vegeta. You could never lose control with her the way you could with me. She would never survive if you did. Besides I felt how much you wanted me." He informed Vegeta, the other not realizing the double meaning behind the simple statement.

Again Vegeta only snorted at him.

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"Hn. You know..." Goku started as he turned to retrieve a pair of black leather pants from under the bar. "We could have a lot of fun you and I." He threw out there casually, while buttoning his pants.

"Oh really?" The Prince responded coolly.

"We could." Goku answered walking out from behind the bar. He came to stand in front of his Prince, once again leaning against the bar. "Oh the things we could do together Vegeta." He grinned at the other with a come hither glance.

"Hmph." The Prince grunted turning his head away from the other towards the mass on the dance floor. Trying not to give into these new desires.

"I know you want this, just like I know it's your pride holding you back. Just let go Vegeta." Goku whispered seductively to the other, his breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. "Don't you want to know what it would feel like to be inside the heat of another Saiyan? To taste another? To have that other succumb to your will?" He asked provocatively lips grazing his cheek as he pulled away.

The other gave no response as he felt the other come impossibly close, and that warm breath left him struggling for his own. He wanted that. He did. Not with this fool, or maybe just not like this...

"Welcome to SIN, My Prince." Goku said under his breath before he smashed their faces together. He stood pulling Vegeta's head closer by the base of his neck. Goku's right hand slipping around the lithe waist pulling their bodies flush against each other.

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Vegeta couldn't respond. He was taken aback by the sudden actions of the younger man. Kakarot actually had the nerve to kiss him! He wanted to be angry but he was too shocked out of his wits as the other assaulted his person.

Gods. How intoxicating it was as Kakarot forced open his mouth and brutally rape it with his tongue with no remorse. He tasted like nothing else he experienced before. There was the alcohol of course, and what could possibly be the young man from earlier. Yet there was something else. It was different yet, familiar.

He tasted the way only another Saiyan could. Like raw power and brute strength. His mind was buzzing, and his senses were on overload. Kakarot was exceptional even in this.

Vegeta couldn't hold back the moan as he felt blood rushing to his groin. He felt like he was on fire and the heat only intensified as Kakarot ground into him, and reflexively her ground back. Their clothed erections brushing against another trying to entice more pleasure from the confined contact.

Without realizing it, Vegeta's hands began to roam the other's body. Gliding across the smooth chest. The skin felt so different outside a spar. The muscle beneath hard, unlike the soft layer of skin that adorned them. It was so smooth considering the countless beatings its been put through.

He also smelled like nothing else he had ever come across. Like energy, sex and those damned woods Kakarot was so fond of. It was a far cry from the delicate fragrance of his wife, that he became accustomed too. Of the woman he loved, Bulma...

BULMA!

It hit him like a ton of bricks combined with ice water. He couldn't do this to her. Not to her! She had been there for him. Helping him in his quest to keep up with the man kissing him now.

No. Not to HER!

Summoning what was left of his willpower he quickly pushed the other away, and he was left standing against the bar panting.

"That's enough Kakarot. I should kill you for touching me like that you third class piece of shit!" He growled.

"I seem to recall you having no complaints a moment ago when you were enthusiastically groping me," He smiled at the other not taking the threat seriously. "The body doesn't lie Vegeta, and yours wanted mine just as much." He smirked watching the others reaction to his indifference.

"Well my body does not control my mind and I don't want this." Vegeta snapped motioning with his hands at each of them.

"Stop lying to yourself Vegeta." He remarked casually. "It's unbecoming of you. Besides I can feel that you do."

"I don't." He almost yelled out. "Now leave me be Kakarot. I'm going home to my wife. You should return to yours." Vegeta grit out turning away from the other.

"Hn, Deny it all you want Vegeta but you'll eventually admit that you want me." He laughed at the other.

"Don't ever come near me or my family again." And with that Vegeta stormed off leaving Kakarot at the bar.

"You'll be back MY Prince." He smirked heading back out on the dance floor into an orgy of people.

HOLY JESUS! My poorly written chapter 4.

I hope you enjoyed it. I would like to know if you did. Seriously. I need help with ideas. It hurts da brain o_0.

Oh anonymous reviews have been enables so yeah...like you guys care. LOL

FINALLY we got a little bit o smut here thank god.

Well whatever. My email is tr1n1ty_14 at yahoo . ca so if you ever want to drop me a line hit that up....

Love ya Bastards,

Jnell.
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