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Welcome to the new world filled of savages	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Beginning the road to lost innocents.’

            Vegeta sat on the floor the idea of snapping the neck of the white man like a down deer swimming in his mind. How easy it would be but he knew he made the treaty with him stating he would not fight he would not go against anything the man demanded of him. He had to do it, he wanted to make sure his people made it deep into the forest, and gather the surrounding tribes to unite for the future war in pending. He watched Yamcha from the corner of his eye seeing the man remove the first layer of his clothing and pouring a strange liquid in a clear cup.

            Yamcha shrugged his captain’s coat from his shoulders swaying his neck until he heard the cracking noise. He wished to loosen up as well. Taking out another glass much smaller than the first he filled he took the red wine and filled his cup. He didn’t wish to become intoxicated only wanting to place the savage in the state. He removed his belt tossing it behind the cabinet and unbuckled his heavy boots and leaving them where it sat with his socks. One big upward stretch he sighed all is heavy clothing removed leaving him in his loose open white shirt, and navy blue breeches. He swooped up the glasses and walked over to the savage noticing his curiosity of the beverage.

            He took a seat across the savage and gave a smile. “This is called alcohol, don’t drink too much of it or you become drunk and won’t have control of yourself.” He smirked no one could say he did not warn the savage of the effects. Sure the savage didn’t understand what he said but that fact didn’t matter the gentleman in him did in-fact gave the warning. He slid over the larger glass and picked his own up and made a toasting gesture and took a swallow of the wine never taking his eyes from the savage.

            Vegeta sat there and scoffed at the mans display. He looked down to the drink wondering how it would taste. He was very thirsty and the liquid looked promising taking away his thirst. He thought about the last time he had water. The last refreshing drink he had was from the stream before the village left to move deeper in the forest. He lifted a hand and touched the cup with wonder it was clear and the top reflected the warm glow of flames.

            Yamcha chuckled gaining a look from the savage. The curiosity of Vegeta amused him and made him smile. Vegeta was like a savage innocent angel experiencing new things. Oh how he would open the savage’s eyes to many new experiences excite him more. He snapped his fingers to gain Vegeta utmost attention and placed his glass down to repeat the process of picking it up and drinking.

            Vegeta knew Yamcha wanted him to drink and true to his words he would not refuse to do anything Yamcha wanted. All this was for his people. He carefully picked up the glass expecting it to bend or wield under his gripped only to be surprised it was hard like a stone. He carefully placed it to his nose as he smelt the liquid. Once he did he reared his head back and whipped his nose from the burning left in his nostrils. It smelt vile. He looked back at Yamcha once he heard the laughter scowling at him.

            Yamcha laughed hard at the savage’s reaction to the scent. Knowing Vegeta would not drink such a thing without being egged on. But since he didn’t understand his words he had to egg him on by example. He took the drink from Vegeta’s hand and placed it to his mouth and took a sip making it look like a swallow. The rum was indeed harsh. He held the drink back out to Vegeta with a smug look.

            Vegeta growled he was not one for being showed up. If the white man can swallow the substance with no effect he could do better. Placing the glass to his lips he knocked it all back. He dropped the glass out of his hand letting it hit his legs as he gasped and held his throat it burn and tasted much worse then the smell! He coughed tried to clear his throat while keeping the liquid down in his belly. His eyes watered as well as his mouth and he could hear the laughter ringing in his ears.

            Yamcha stood up still laughing at the reaction of the savage from the hard drink. He moved over to his cabinet to gather the bottle as well the bottle of wine for him to drink making sure the bottle of wine he took was the very water-down one used for dinners. Making his way back to his spot he sat back down seeing the scowl back on the savage’s face. He offered a wide smile as he poured more into Vegeta’s glass and pushed it forward.

            This time Vegeta did not drink the whole thing in one go he took his time instead not wanting to experience the discomfort in his body once again. He drank the liquid in large swallows feeling his stomach slowly turn but refusing to stop. The people of his village would say he was stubborn and today was the first time he actually acknowledged the words. It was true he was stubborn and even now his stubbornness would not allow him to stop he will prove to this man he could drink the vile burning liquid he was a brave warrior the son of the chief there was nothing he could not do. Unbeknownst to him he was playing a drinking game that was unfair due to the fact he drank far more than Yamcha that held a higher potency. Not knowing the effects such a drink would have on his body until it was far to late.

            Yamcha could see the savage slouch down and eye’s droop. It was time to take this further and stop the little game. He took the glass from Vegeta and drank the rest of the contents with one swing not feeling the effects thanks to the little buzz the wine provided him. He placed the dirty glasses in a cupboard for cleaning and bottles in the cabinet where it belonged. He turned looking at the savage seeing him look at him from his slouched position he smirked. He moved towards his bed pulling up a curtain and tying it to the post so it would not hinder his passage through. He walked back over to Vegeta and placed an arm around his waist and hoisted him upwards.

            Vegeta’s head swoon and pounded. His breathing picked up and he could smell the vile stuff in his breath. He stumbled forward causing all his weight to be supported by Yamcha and for that fact alone he smiled. He couldn’t control any part of his body even raising his head was a chore to him. He allowed Yamcha to guide him to the bed, turn him, and let him flop down. He groaned at the feeling of the bed it was soft and firm he never laid on anything like this. It was amazing.

            Yamcha smirked as he saw Vegeta stretch out and nearly rub himself on the feather mattress. Vegeta had a smile on his face that made him feel warm inside the savage was breathtaking in everyway. He wanted to see the savage smile more. He took off his shirt and undid the buttons of his pants removing them keeping his undergarment on. He took a hold of the buckskin pants of the savage and with a hard pull they came off his person. He gasped seeing there was nothing underneath the savage everything was exposed to him. The tan skin exposed fully he slowly trailed his eyes from the bottom making its way to the top. The savage had firm powerful legs, his manhood was flaccid and he wonder how big it would be once harden, trim waist, taunt firm muscled stomach and chest, long strong neck, and his face was contorted in anger but even then it was beautiful to him. The savage’s hair was in disarray long black locks covering the yellow satin sheets. He heard the growl and ignored the warning instead testing the savage’s ability to fight him off. He leaned in close lips nearly touching placing on hand on the hot chest below him stroking a dark nipple. The growl turned into a sharp breath and he felt the hand take a hold of his wrist in a very loose grip his noticed with a smirk. Moving in closer he took Vegeta’s lips in a chaste kiss and pulled back to see the reaction.

            Vegeta laid there confusing thoughts filling his head. It was very apparent he was a man as well as the other so why did he kiss him. How odd are these men customs are you were only meant to kiss women not men. He felt movement on the bed and released a sigh once he noticed Yamcha moved away from him. Thinking the odd occurrence is over maybe it was just whatever they drank clouding the judgment of the other. Then he felt two hands snake under his arms and pulled in forward until he was laying on top of the larger male. He released another growl.

            “I wonder if your bark is worse then your bite savage. You seem to like to communicate like a dog.” Yamcha chuckled. “Or perhaps it’s your only form of communication.” Yamcha smiled locking the arms of the savage behind his head as he gazed down Vegeta’s perfect body, not a mark or flaw anywhere to his delight. He took a firm hold on Vegeta’s wrist keeping in one hand and maneuvered them behind Vegeta’s back with slight difficulty. Vegeta may have been small in stature but he was heavy due to the muscles weighing him down. With his free hand he roamed the venerable exposed flesh seeing goosebumps form. He could hear Vegeta mutter out one word over and over and only assumed it was stopped but he let himself believe it was a plea for more. He took a nipple between his fingers and slowly rolled it making the other stand up. He could see the manhood of the savage twitch.

            Vegeta didn’t understand what the sensations he was feeling never before has anyone touched him like that or even himself. He never explored his body before. He didn’t like this not one bit he tired moving away but he was unable to move his legs under any will. The brew took control over his body. He was a prisoner even in body now a slave to the will of the man behind him. He looked down his body and noticed his manhood started to harden and he cursed himself.

            Yamcha slid his hand down the abs feeling the sooth texture of Vegeta’s skin and nearly giggled with glee at the erection standing tall. Yes his little savage was quite gifted down there. He snaked his hand around the steely flesh and pumped. He heard Vegeta release a breathy moan and he shuddered. “Absolutely breathtaking” He watched as the savage tired to keep in the moans and fight off the pleasurable feelings with little success. I must be his first to do anything like this. Yamcha mused loving how Vegeta fully tilted his head up, his mouth open panting out, eyes lidded with pleasure, his chest heaving, and the little twitches in his arms. Yamcha released Vegeta’s wrist knowing Vegeta would no longer fight him he stroke down the body taking a nipple in between his fingers bringing Vegeta closer to his first orgasm.

            Vegeta withered on top of Yamcha his back arching every time his hand squeezed the tip on his cock and pinch his nipple. He could feel something in the very pit of his stomach brewing like a fire, something told him not to do it to stop himself but he couldn’t the new sensations rain down upon him like fresh summer rain leaving him wanting more. He bit down on his lower lip feeling his sac tighten and pulse.

            Yamcha couldn’t hold himself back he licked the skin exposed to him lightly suckling on the beautiful flawless neck tasting the wild earth on it. He groaned loudly when he felt the savage raise his hips in sync with his hand. He could feel the savage tighten his body above him, he heard the hoarse shout, and felt the hot climax spill over his hand. His smile widen and removed his hand to look at the white creamy substance he nudged Vegeta to see what it is he was about to do.

            Vegeta opened his eyes and saw the cream on the mans hand knowing full well it came from his body. He wasn’t ignorant on what it was his father did have the talk with him about the bees and the pussy-willows. He knew this was the substance that made children but why did this man want it. He gasped as he saw Yamcha bring it closer to his mouth licking it from his hand. He felt disgusted that his seed was traveling down Yamcha’s belly.

            Yamcha moaned at the bitter hot sweetness of Vegeta’s climax. Taking a hold of the savage’s neck he pulled him closer and kissed him using a thumb to open the others mouth keeping the jaw down so he couldn’t bite him. After all he wasn’t going to take any chances. He snaked his tongue inside feeling the slick softness of Vegeta’s tasting all of him.

            Vegeta tired helplessly to pull away tasting himself on the tongue of the white man. He wanted to cry out in anger, frustration, and because he felt completely violated but his pride would not allow him to do so. He will endure this treatment what ever it is all for his people. He scoffed lightly under the plundering mouth noticing he has been saying such a thing many times now. All for his people…

            Yamcha moved his head away and pulled back the sheets to cover them keeping his arms wrapped around his savage. No he would not take the savage yet. He will wait until the savage begs for more in English right now he will just keep pleasuring him getting him to the point he needed more than just his hand. Yamcha smirked yes he will wait but he couldn’t wait until the day Vegeta did. His greatest conquest.

Kakarot awoke hearing the gulls make themselves known on topside he stretched on his swing in the men quarters noticing he was the only one left. He swung out of the bed and landed perfectly with a thud on the wooden floor. He looked around the ship for something to eat before making his way to the captains quarters to talk to Vegeta once again. He had many questions he needed answered and he was certain Vegeta had many things to tell him. He shrugged off the idea of a meal for a apple something quick and easy and made his way to the door.

He could hear water and wondered if the captain was bathing being polite he knocked and waited when he heard nothing he let himself in. He smiled when he saw Vegeta sitting down in a tub arms crossed with a sour look on his face staring harshly at a bar of soap. The room smelled of rich expensive oils no doubt the captain poured some in the tub before leaving Vegeta to his devices. He closed the door behind him and approached carefully not wanting to startle the other. “You are supposed to wash yourself with the white thing. It is called soap.”

“What does it do?” Vegeta whispered never taking his eyes from the white thing called soap.

“It is use to clean your body. Just take it, wet it in the water, and glide it on your skin and rub it in.” Kakarot smiled sitting down on the floor looking the other way to give Vegeta privacy. “Watch out though it is slippery when wet.” Kakarot smiled when he heard a splash and a light cuss. “Don’t forget to wash your hair.”

            “I am not a child! I can wash myself idiot!” Vegeta shouted grumbling to himself as he cleaned his body and slowly sitting himself up to stand. He got out of the tub dripping all over the priceless Persian rug.

            Kakarot stood and turned expecting to see Vegeta covered with the towel and robe hanging above the tub but instead got an eyeful of a nude savage. He slapped his hand over his eyes and groaned. “Vegeta use the clothing hanging there! And cover yourself.” He heard the rustling Vegeta made and slowly removed his hand seeing Vegeta tie up the robe close to his body. “That is much better.” He turned and called out to a servant manning the ships needs. “Boy come here take the tub and dump the water. Vegeta is done.” He watched the boy scramble in and unlocking the wheels to move it with ease taking shy weary glances at the savage. He frowned and stomped his foot making the young boy move much quicker slamming the door closed. Kakarot quickly moved forward and locked the door making sure no one could come and interrupt them. “Vegeta tell me everything.”

            Vegeta looked over to Kakarot with a blank stare slowly moving his eyes to the bed. The very bed he lost any innocents he still had to a man. He shook his head and looked back to Kakarot. “There is nothing to tell.”

            “Vegeta tell me. I do not believe the words of Yamcha tell me Vegeta what happened?”

            Vegeta cringed he didn’t want to talk about Yamcha especially after what happened last night. He turned his head and closed his eyes placing his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I do not want or will speak of him. Stop wasting your time and teach me this strange tongue white man!”

            Kakarot frowned in confusion making his way over to Vegeta and rested a hand on his shoulder only for it to be shrugged off quickly and Vegeta moved away just as quick giving him a strange look. It looked as though Vegeta was expecting something to happen. He didn’t react this way when he touched him before why now. It was as if he coward away from him. There were no markings of abuse on his skin so it wasn’t out of fear of being hurt. “Vegeta what is the matter? I would not harm you.” He stepped closer as Vegeta stepped back keeping his weary eyes on him. “Vegeta what has Yamcha done to you?”

            “Stop talking about him! I refuse to speak of him any longer white man!” Vegeta shouted moving back until his back was to the wall cornered in he slightly panicked.

            Kakarot stopped moving forward keeping his distance and his hands still in the air. He frowned at the words white man. He was not a white man he was a Spanish man. “I am not white Vegeta you can see that. I am almost the same color as you. I am from a different place then them I am from a place called Spain.

            “Spain...” The word spoken in English felt so different to him and he saw a pleased smile on Kakarot’s face he growled. “If you are different then why are you with them?! That is because you are not different from them you are the same! And you wish to make me just like them!”

            “No Vegeta listen I am not like them!” Kakarot heard Yamcha shout and bang on the door and saw how Vegeta face paled.

            “Unlock my door now!” The banging became harder each time threatening to knock the door in.

            Kakarot looked over at Vegeta’s reaction and raised a brow. “Why do you fear him Vegeta? What has he done?”

            Vegeta looked over to Kakarot with wide dark eyes. “Nothing…” He shook his head as he whispered the word. “I never want to speak of him again.”
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Welcome to the new world filled of savages