Kakarotto's Balls

Warnings: Bad taste, teabagging.

AN: My thanks to Talon for inspiring me to write DBZ like this.  I could never have begun this fic without tasting your Vegeta-love, love.

Oozaru Moon

I feel my body, its massive power, as I have not felt it in many long years.  The full moon pours down its light and I am nothing but massive, raw power, the Saiyajin ape who destroys lives and planets with equal abandon.  How I came to this world or this state, I do not know, but I roar my pleasure at it.  I glory in my soul, a rampant, wanton mass, furred and fanged and nearly mindless but for the love of my own ascendancy.

And then I see you, Kakarotto.  And my Saiyajin balls rejoice. They tingle, they throb, they swell. 

I stalk you with a single-mindedness I did not know I could find in this form.  My every step lands with determination and feral dominance.  You flee, but there is nowhere to hide.  And then, so easily, I am upon you.

You curse my name, cry your outrage, but we both know this has been a long time coming and nothing will stop it now.  I crouch, presenting my ass, my massive, furred testicles sinking lower and lower until they find you.  I rock my potent hips, swathing and blanketing your face, your chest, your own miserable little third-class cock and those most unworthy balls.  Be honored as you smother beneath me, Kakarotto.  Know my magnificence at last, and die in that knowledge.

But even as I reap my vengeance, I sense there is something wrong.  The moon grows brighter, ever brighter, until I see that it is not the moon but the sun!  The sun of this miserable little planet that you were sent to destroy.

I wake, then, with the woman's knee in my back, telling me to cease my snoring.  Snoring, indeed.  Those were roars, I tell her, and turn onto my other side.