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All of My Hate	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Thank you again Cara, I'm glad you think so! As you well know, nothing has been resolved yet! And thank you again for all of those who read, this story is quite different from anything I've ever written so bear with me if you find it a little odd, I still hope it's enjoyable.
I'm trying to make the chapters longer but it's hard to decide what I want to reveal and when...
XOXO
::: Old Habits :::
   It soon turned into later that evening and the Saiyans were in the midst of a party that was being thrown in the giant mansion for what seemed like no good reason. Goku and Vegeta wore some nicer clothes than usual for Renjiamori's event. Even though Goku whined and complained at the time, Bulma insisted on having him fitted for at least three impressive suit-like outfits before they left and reminded Vegeta to bring along some of his nicer get-ups, as well. Vegeta knew her to be business savvy and thought it wasn't a terrible idea. Now he was grateful to her, otherwise they would have been not only in the spotlight, but looking miserably out of place.
   It was a very fancy get-together, the atmosphere gave an air of a popular high-class club. Women and men looked their best and there were no children. There were open bars on three sides of the concert hall-like room that many people were gathered around. Waiters and waitresses were constantly hustling, filling empty glasses and replacing empty dishes, tidying up behind everyone as they came and went, and offering assistance to anyone who had a question or request. Some people danced while others sat at tables laughing, and others stood remarking on themselves and others in turn.
   Everyone that was there seemed interested in the two men but they were far too shy to outright introduce themselves. They all said hello and bowed as they passed them, but no one stopped to try to have an actual conversation. Vegeta was grateful for it. Besides, he was certain Goku wouldn't be able to hold a conversation with any of them. He waited for Amori's arrival with less patience than he let on. Goku sipped on champagne unknowingly, remarking on how strange the bubbles felt as he swallowed. Vegeta snickered at him, but he didn't let him drink alone.
   Together they walked to and from slowly, keeping to themselves as they explored the large room and all of its decor. They taste-tested some of the finger foods that were available and Goku remarked how he had never heard music like the kind being played. Vegeta wasn't sure if Kakarot had ever heard most types of music before, but he didn't point that out. He was very pleased with Kakarot's general demeanor, the younger Saiyan was lighthearted and entertaining and Vegeta let himself be captivated by him for the time being, enjoying his refreshing take on their surroundings.
   Goku may have been a little distracted but he wasn't so far gone to forget who he was with or why they were here. He didn't know what had come over Vegeta but he's being sweet, not that he's complaining, just that it's rare and he likes to point it out when it happens. They smiled at one another for no reason before moving about the room a little more, finding something else to occupy their time while they waited for the main event of the evening, the man Vegeta likes to call "Amori."
   Goku decided while they were dressing that there was no point in being jealous about whatever relationship Vegeta and Renjiarmori might have had, it wouldn't change the fact that it happened. The only thing he silently hoped for is that Renjiamori wasn't intending to try to take Vegeta from him simply by having fought his case against the arrest warrant. He did wonder at where the other man could be, but as he took another drink his mind became more and more easily distracted.
   At last Renjiamori entered the vast and busy room and went unnoticed by the two Saiyans. After giving his greetings to many who thanked and flattered him on the splendor of the celebration, he hurried their way. Kakarot was the fist to see him, smiling he asked, "How are ya?"
   Renjiamori nodded, "Goku! I'm well, are you enjoying yourself?"
   Goku nodded and began a slight conversation with him. Vegeta turned slowly to watch, in his mind all the memories of his past with this man were coming to a boil, threatening to overflow as the vision of him now turned up the burner. If Vegeta and Goku are well dressed (which they are) then Renjiamori is overdressed for the occasion, but Vegeta would expect nothing less. He is, after all, a Prince as well.
   The Prince of the Saiyans smirked at him and interrupted them, joking, "It's been a long time."
   Kakarot and Renjiamori both turned to him curiously, but it was Renjiamori who answered, 'I like to think I am capable of providing a good time in my absence."
   Vegeta laughed, and Goku's jealousy returned.
   Goku said, commanding his attention again, "This' really nice of you." He gestured to the party with a glance from his eyes.
   "It's nothing," Renjiamori took a drink out of his own glass, shaking his head. He changed the subject, "Goku, would you dance with me?"
   Goku agreed, playfully following him further into the room as Vegeta watched.
   The two men, when alone, got along very well. Charisma swelled between them. Their lit eyes sparkled as conversation ensued. There were no specific steps in their dance, only happy movement to an estranged beat, where both men laughed when they made a move out of turn from the other.
   Goku murmured, "How do you know, Vegeta?"
   Renjiamori smiled at the significance of the question and answered, "Frieza... he killed his parents... and home... he killed mine, too."
   Goku couldn't find a reply, though he suddenly found himself a little solemn.
   "It's alright," Renjiarmori laughed, "We survived."
   For the longest time the two gentlemen left it at that. Renjiamori took the next change in beat as an opportunity to put his hand on Goku's shoulder and bring him close. Their steps slowed down but their conversation sped up. The foreign male admitted, "It's been a while since I've talked to Vegeta. He and I separated years ago, when he left for Earth after Raditz. He never came back to Frieza's army."
   Goku wondered if he would say more but he seemed to have lost track of his thoughts. He asked, after summoning up some effort, "He went to Earth to fight me."
   "Yes, I know," Renjiamori nodded, "You killed Raditz and even though he knew it was a possibility, I still don't think he expected things to go the way they did."

   Goku didn't like to drudge up things in the past, but couldn't help from uttering with some degree of arrogance, "What was I supposed to do? He stole my son from me and threatened to destroy the Earth."
   "What was he supposed to do? What did you expect of him?" Renjiamori laughed, "He was doing as he was told by not taking any chances."
   "What do you mean?" asked Goku curiously, never having heard this part of the story. He never thought much about Vegeta's previous relationship with his brother.
   "Raditz would do anything for Prince Vegeta and he was more than excited to find you, to see that you were well, but the Saiyan's needed your assistance... So, in the case that you refused, he used something to barter with."
   "How can you say that so coldly?" Goku whispered, "It was my son..."
   "It's a fact," Renjiamori shrugged, "Things would have gone differently if the Prince himself had come to get you." Renjiamori mused, "You would have been persuaded to leave with him, but, then neither of you would have found the strength you needed to destroy Frieza, even as much as either of you would have wanted to. Everything happens for a reason, don't you think?"
   Goku stared into his eyes, reflecting, as much as his hazy mind would allow, on what he'd just been told.
   Renjiamori looked away and smiled sadly.
   Goku couldn't help but wonder what the man was thinking. He implored, "I don't think you had to do what you did for Vegeta, but, even if he won't admit it, I think it's great that you looked out for him like that."
   Renjiamori's gaze turned back to Goku and he asked, "Looked out for him?"

   "Well, you did take on his case... I mean, Huntre said they would have tried to arrest him if it weren't for you."
   "Oh, no," Renjiamori shook his head, "No. I didn't work his case."
   "What?" Goku questioned, surprised.
   "I assured his values from Planet Vegeta."
   "...Waht?" Goku asked again, his speech slurred.
   Renjiarmori laughed, obviously having drank a little tonight himself, he explained, "I have his money in my bank. He just has to prove he's who he says he is, and the money is all there." He couldn't help from laughing again, "We know he is the Prince, don't we?"
   Goku chuckled and agreed.
   "There's so much more to it," Renjiamori shook his head, "A councilmen, he's the one."
   "The one, what?"

   "The one Vegeta has to prove himself to... the one he owes a great debt to for getting him pardoned."
   Goku didn't know what to think about that information. He couldn't process it if he tried at the moment, what with everything else he'd just been told. He just said, "Ohhh, okay." They danced a little more, until the song ended and another one began, and then headed to find the Prince who was still walking about alone.
   "Would you dance with me, now?" Renjiamori asked Vegeta.
   Vegeta's only response was the few steps he took towards the middle of the room. Goku couldn't help but watch as the two men seemed to step in stride, moving slowly and gracefully. They held onto one another's arm, the only touch the two men shared, since the other hand held their drinks.
   Vegeta told Amori, "I never thought I'd see you again."
   Amori answered, "It has been forever. You... you have changed. In a good way." He didn't give Vegeta time to respond as he added, "I'm getting old, now, but your youth seems to never fade. You have always out-shined everyone, even with your dark temperament. Once I heard that Frieza was dead and that you were alive I had to see you, to congratulate you, of course. Now I feel like we have to get to know each other all over again."
   Vegeta had so many questions but as Amori went on he found his answers;
   "I bought your living from another man for a fair price. He knew he was dying and I assured him he could trust me to give it to you. It is yours whenever you want it. Huntre continued to insist on your arrest even years after his failed attempt at capturing you. He tried to arrest me but money can do a lot of things." He smirked, and Vegeta chuckled, "Besides, I promised to hold no threat to anyone ever again, it was never my intention to become the machine I was for Frieza in the first place.
   "A councilmen for the Galactic Renegade Department of Defense (GRDD) named Jeremel took on your case against Huntre and the other Head Hunters after hearing news of you, Goku, and his son on Planet Namek. The case took nearly a decade to come to a close and then it took even longer for them to come tell you of the circumstances. It wasn't until I stepped in to fund their journey to you that Huntre set out towards the Earth. That man," Renjiamori shook his head, "He's a tad bit greedy but I suppose most Bounty Hunters are, and hot-headed at that."
   Vegeta replied in his dark humor, "He would have only been one more number in blood to add to my list of 'credentials.'"
   Huntre's cunning smile did not fail him as he retorted, "Years ago, when I first knew you, I would have believed that threat... but you're not so convincing now."
   Vegeta hesitated to respond.
   "You really aren't like you were... You're not so angry any more."
   Vegeta added quickly, "And you're not so sad."
   "No," Amori shook his head, "Although you and I will always be a little bit angry and a little bit sad, we have come a long way."
   Vegeta couldn't help but nod at him, a tangible warmth latched onto Vegeta in Amori's understanding. He shook his head at his thoughts and took another sip, then asked, "Who is Jeremel?"
   "He claims to be a friend of your fathers."
   "Any friend of my fathers would have died along side of him."
   "I thought you might say that, so I looked into it... I have some proof that the two men knew each other but I don't know much more than that."
   "Why did you pay Huntre to bring me here? Neither of us can stand the man."
   "He insisted that he be the one to give you the news and I knew that if he managed to piss you off you would take care of him as you saw fit." Amori shrugged, "I didn't think you'd take the information seriously coming from anybody else, lest I went to Earth myself to tell you."
   Vegeta laughed quietly, remembering all too well the witty conversations he'd always shared with Amori. He enjoyed their banter now. He asked, seriously, "Why didn't 'Jeremel' come tell me?"
   "I don't know, I've never had the pleasure of meeting the mysterious 'Jeremel.'"
   Vegeta chuckled again, "You are making fun of me!"
   "A little," Amori smiled, and then said, abruptly halting their graceful dance, "Cheers and congratulations to you, my friend, and to all of the universe, for being rid of Frieza."

   "And to you... Amori," and they both drank the rest of their glass.
   Amori offered, "The night may be young for you, but it is late for me. Good night to you. Let me say good night to Goku before I leave."
   "So soon?" Vegeta asked him before he could think better of it.
   Amori nodded, "I will spend all day with you tomorrow should you wish it, but only if you wish it."
   Vegeta couldn't say anything, unsure what he might say isn't what he ought to say, so instead they headed towards Goku who was eating out of a plate piled high with many new types of food.
   Renjiamori bid Goku farwell without very much protest from him, though he did wonder why he seemed to come and go so quickly.
   Vegeta, again, watched Renjiamori leave. When he turned to Kakarot, he said, "Get your fill of food and drink, Kakarot, I'd like to leave soon."
   Goku smiled, already chewing on something new, he replied, "Okay, Vegeta."
   It seemed like a mere flash of time later that they became a mess of limbs accompanied by lust in their bed. Their clothes had already been peeled off with less concern than was in order and Goku was moaning under Vegeta's hot mouth as it trailed its way down his chest and abdomen to his rigid cock. Goku knew what Vegeta wanted instantly. He was going to suck him to the brink of climax and then torturously ride his cock until he came all over him before allowing Goku to fuck him from behind. Their two favorite positions.
   Although, Goku couldn't help but wonder at all the new surfaces around them that he could take Vegeta on, his mind wasn't given the chance to finish his thoughts as Vegeta was slowly licking his dick from the base to the tip, getting it wet. Soon he began taking in his member, swirling his tongue at the top, pumping it in his fist at the bottom. He took it into his mouth deeper and deeper, moaning and shifting on the bed, scratching under Goku's balls and clawing at his sides. He looked up at him every once in a while and smirked, noticing Kakarot's hazy gaze and bucking hips.
   Goku wanted to hang on longer but couldn't help admitting, "Vegeta, I'm gonna cum..."
   At Goku's breathless wine Vegeta said, "No," his deep voice rumbling as he released his cock, "not yet."
   Vegeta crawled up Goku's body, their lips latching onto one another's as his hands gripped the pillow beneath Goku's head, pulling him closer.
   Goku took Vegeta's ass into his hands, kneading it roughly. Vegeta panted, open-mouthed and they used just their tongues to stimulate them for a few moments before crashing their lips together once more. They kissed like this for some time, Goku occasionally smacking Vegeta's ass and Vegeta biting his lips in anticipation. Their chests touched as their hearts beat strongly and Vegeta soon felt the sensation of Goku's thick penis being lined up with his entrance.
   Goku asked him, "Is this what you want?" He knows Vegeta likes to talk dirty and he's been working on it.
   "Yes," Vegeta went for his neck and bit him harder than he usually does, "you know it is."
   Goku moaned as he felt Vegeta press down, taking in the tip of his penis after some effort. They stayed like that for a few moments while Vegeta attacked his mouth once more, letting out little sighs in between hitching his breath.
   Vegeta pushed Goku further inside and sat up, stretching as he was being stretched. Goku bucked his hips and Vegeta cried out at the movement before grinning down at him. Goku smirked back and brought his hand up to Vegeta's mouth. He watched as he took his fingers and began sucking on them like he was with his cock a few minutes before, grinding into his hips in a small circle while soaking his hand. Vegeta sat up before coming back down, sheathing Goku more. The euphoric expression on his face as he was mounting him was something Goku would never get tired of. They started out slow like this for a few minutes, before Vegeta moved Goku's hand out of the way, bent forward, and grabbed on to his shoulders. The moment he was settled he began fucking him vigorously, not caring about the way it made him cry out. Goku moaned and thrust his hips upwards in time to Vegeta's bouncing.
   "I love the way you ride my cock," Goku whispered in his fervency.
   "Oh!" Vegeta touched his face, kissing him again, "The way you fuck me... You're dick is so big, Kakarot," Vegeta moaned, his own penis feeling stimulation as it was pumped between them.
   Goku was glad Vegeta taught him to talk like this, if only to listen to him. He asked, barely able to think, "You gonna cum for me?"
   "Ah," Vegeta smirked, "All over you..."
   "You're so fucking tight." Goku grabbed onto his ass with both hands and slammed him down onto his cock just the way he wanted it, over and over. Vegeta moaned into his neck, his mouth drooling, leaving a wet trail down hot skin.
   "Mn, Kakarot..." as Goku let go and let him do his own thing Vegeta began to ride him harder. He was moving the bed, shaking the headboard, crying out loud. Goku pulled on Vegeta's hair as they looked into each others eyes and wondered why they didn't just fuck all day long.
   "You're so hot," Goku moaned, kissing Vegeta's neck as he noticed he was getting close.
   "G-Kakarot..."
   "Yes?"
   The noises Vegeta makes when he is truly uninhibited... oh, there's nothing like it. The way he shudders and cries out as he spills his seed into Goku's stomach, his muscles clench around him... all Goku could do was watch in blissful fascination. "Yeah, baby..." Goku whispered, his own cock throbbing, as well.
   Vegeta was spent and he laid there most satisfied for a few minutes, before Goku moved out from beneath him. He got stationed behind him and grabbed onto his hips, pulling his lithe body closer.
   Vegeta relaxed beneath his touch, letting his chest and head rest on the mattress as he caught his breath. He looked behind him, watching curiously. He cried out as Goku reentered him from their new position. Goku pounded senselessly into his cooperative body, reaching around to grab onto his neck and turn his head so that he could kiss him. From this position Vegeta called Kakarot's name and grabbed onto the sheets, meeting his every move with one of his own.
   They seemed to go on forever like this, Goku bending Vegeta this way and that and Vegeta telling him not to stop. The moment Vegeta felt Goku clench up, he pulled away and let Goku cum on his ass. Both men shivered and spent a few more moments kissing before cleaning up and falling asleep in one another's arms.
   :::Remembering:::

   After midnight, a young man stands perfectly still in the darkness of the trees. Mesmerized by the vision before him and entranced by his thoughts, he keeps his distance. He didn't know how long it had been since he first arrived, but he couldn't will himself forward.
   "I know you're there."
   He hesitates to answer, "I... I kind of figured..."
   Vegeta didn't even turn to him, he simply asked, "Why are you stalking me?"
   "Stalking? I-"
   "Yes, do I need to define the word for you?"
   Flustered, Gohan stepped out of the shadows and explained, "I was just waiting for the right time to interrupt you."
   "You interrupted me when you got here forty-five minutes ago."
   "I'm sorry, Vegeta."
   "What do you want?"
   "I want you," Gohan thought, but he couldn't say it.
   Vegeta patiently waited for an answer. He's been spending some of his time after training in meditation, so he'd found some patience within him for the moment. Of course, he knew what Gohan wanted. This wouldn't be the first time the teen showed up while no one else was around in the middle of night with "something to discuss" with him. Vegeta took a step forward. Gohan took a step back.
   The shadows of the clouds against the light of the moon gave an eerie look to Vegeta's face and Gohan never could tell what he was thinking, so it made him even more nervous. He said, 'The world martial arts tournament is next year."
   Vegeta smirked, looking over the young man. He looks so much like his father, already Kakarot's height and only seventeen. Vegeta dismissed his thoughts and replied, "Your point?" He took another step closer, then another, slowly approaching the young male.
   "Well, I..."
   "You what?" Vegeta said, his smirk changing somehow, giving indication to other motives.
   Gohan took another step back, involuntarily.
   Vegeta laughed just a little bit before locking eyes with his rival's son. He dared, "Good conversation starter, too bad you didn't think it through well enough. You've run out of things to say already."
   Gohan gulped, but in his anger he replied, "I haven't run out of things to say to you!"
   "No?" Vegeta quirked an eyebrow, "You came here to talk, hmm? Did you want to tell me about your latest victory as 'The great Saiya-man'?"
   Gohan's breath was quickening by the second and for just a moment he gathered to drive to admit, "Not really, no," and then another wave of anxiousness washed over him and had him instantly shivering.
   "Oh..." Vegeta's smirk broadened, and his eyes gleamed and narrowed in his realized suspicion. He figured he could give in a little to Gohan's persistence after all this time, even if the young man is a bit too shy for his tastes, maybe he could change all of that. Putting his fists on his hips he playfully asks, "Is there something else you wanted, then?"
   Gohan couldn't help glancing at his lips, but he wasn't as quick to respond this time.
   Vegeta, having made up his mind, reached out and grabbed the back of Gohan's head with one hand and, like it was nothing, pulled his head down and kissed him full on the lips, getting onto the tip of his toes and winding his other hand into Gohan's hair. When Vegeta pulled back for a moment to look at Gohan's reaction, the young man gripped his small frame and immediately initiated another, longer kiss. After pulling away again, he changed angles and found Vegeta's lips once more, both men opening each other's mouths to explore further.
   As Gohan's tongue played with Vegeta's his hands clenched onto Vegeta's back and even dared to find their way down his taut ass, grabbing it and pulling him closer. Vegeta moaned and thought, "He's not that shy, is he?" He tugged on Gohan's hair, biting his lips and sucking on his tongue roughly. Gohan undid Vegeta's shirt from the inside of his pants and felt the smooth skin of his hips and lower back. He wouldn't let the kiss go until he'd run out of breath entirely.
   Vegeta managed to say, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
   Suddenly Gohan found his voice as he irritatedly came back with, "Oh, right, Vegeta, like I was just supposed to walk right up to you and kiss you. That would've went well."
   "You never tried it."
   Gohan couldn't help but chuckle. He still held Vegeta in his arms, and Vegeta's hands were still on his neck and in his hair. He couldn't believe how quickly that had just happened. He didn't know what to think or what to do next.
   Vegeta said, sensing his whirring thoughts, "Don't over think this."
   Gohan, a lot less nervous to say what was on his mind than before, asked, "What do you mean, exactly?"
   Vegeta mulled over his thoughts and let go of his hold on Gohan. Standing up straight, he replied, "We can never be anything more than... that."
   Gohan's brows curved downward, and he nodded, but wondered, "Why not?"
   Vegeta shook his head and quickly replied, "Because you don't need to be worried about me, and I have no reason to be concerned about you. A kiss is one thing but that's all it can ever be." Gohan went to speak but Vegeta explained further, "What about Videl, Gohan?"
   Gohan looked a little ashamed for a moment but he answered, "I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
   Vegeta smirked in a gentle way and said, "Sometimes you get what you want but it's not exactly what you thought it would be."
   Gohan could admit he never really thought much about the aftermath of making out with his bed-time desire. He had nothing to say to that besides, "It was everything I knew it would be."
   Vegeta was silently impressed by him and cooly replied, "Then come over here."
   Gohan took a step forward and reached up to hold onto Vegeta's face gently. He looked into his eyes before they came to a close and their lips locked once more. Whatever "this" may turn out to be, Gohan's was resolved to enjoy it while it lasted.
   ::: Increments :::
   Raditz sat on the bed next to Vegeta with a book in hand. Vegeta was reading, Raditz was pretending to be interested in the print on the pages. He's been eyeing the young man for quite some time before he finally said, "Prince Vegeta, you've been very quiet since you got back."
   "No I haven't, Raditz," Vegeta dismissed him with the wave of his hand, not even looking up from his novel, "Quit worrying about me."
   Raditz smirked at him. He drew closer to the Prince and leaned forward. He began kissing Vegeta's neck gently but Vegeta snapped on him, telling him, "Stop it!" and shoving him away.
   "Hey... what's the problem?" Raditz used his tail to loosen Vegeta's from around his waist.
   "Is that what everything comes down to for you?!" Vegeta closed his book with a loud "pop!", his eyes were wide and unbelieving. He exclaimed, " I haven't even been back a week!"
   Raditz purred, playfully, "I've been trying to talk to you," he leaned in again, "You're much more responsive this way."
   "NO!" Vegeta cried out, punching Raditz square in the jaw. He jumped off of the bed and took a few steps back.
   Raditz immediately tasted blood. He brought his hand up to his jaw to survey the damage. He felt it trailing down his chin and saw the extent of it on his hand. Once he realized it wasn't too serious he turned and growled at him none-the-less, "What the hell was that for?"
   Vegeta eyed him wearily and finally answered, whispering harshly, "That... was for all the times I told you 'no' and you never listened." With that Vegeta left the room in a hurry, running down the halls, knowing there was no where he could go and no one he could talk to. Still, he ran, pressing buttons ten times more than he needed to in an effort to open doors more quickly, brushing past guards and warriors alike with no regard for them whatsoever. He turned his head to look behind him as he ran blindly, suspicious that Raditz might be following him though there was no reason to think he would have been able to keep up, then wham! he ran straight into Zarbon, falling backwards onto his behind.
   "Prince Vegeta, what is the meaning of this?" Zarbon asked in his accented tongue, golden eyes narrowing at him.
   Vegeta couldn't respond, he simply stood up and saluted the higher-ranked officer.
   "Well? Why are you running through the halls and running into me?"
   "I- I needed the exercise," Vegeta huffed, catching his breath, more from his over-risen emotions than from his bolting through the ship.
   Zarbon snarled, "Come with me."
   Vegeta frowned but knew he had no choice but to follow.
   "If you need some exercise than you ought to go the training rooms, Vegeta, you know that.'
   "Sir," Vegeta replied, cautious of not letting his tongue slip.
   "Frieza is happy for your return; he's pleased with Renjiamori's care of you, even without the regeneration tanks."
   Vegeta chose not to respond to that, not knowing what to say.
   Zarbon went on to say, "Renjiarmori is to join with the ship in the next forty-eight hours. I suggested we stick him with you monkeys," he turned to him as they walked on, a small smirk on his face, "What do you say to that?"
   "If Lord Frieza wishes it, than it shall be as he says," Vegeta responded through grit teeth.
   "Very good," Zarbon laughed, and he opened a door in the ship which only a secret code, or sheer force, could get one of the stationed men through. Vegeta followed him inside. It was a bleak looking room with not much to recommend it.
   Zarbon told him to take a seat on one of the beds, which looked too much like an examination table for Vegeta's liking, still he did as he was told, trying not to make it obvious he was curious about what this place is and nervous about being in it.
   Zarbon flipped a switch on the wall and told Vegeta to lie down. Vegeta did as he was told, though a little reluctantly.
   Zarbon proceeded to come closer to the table and peered over him, examining him closely. He pressed a button on the side of the bed and as though from out of nothing metal bars came out and grabbed onto Vegeta's wrists and ankles, latching him in place.
   "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Vegeta screamed.
   Zarbon smirked and said, "You need some exercise? Get out of this, if you can. If you can't, I'll come get you later."
   With that Vegeta screamed as Zarbon shut out the light and left the room. He battled with his confines but to no avail. Eventually he passed out from exhaustion.
   Zarbon, however, had other plans. He went straight to the Saiyan's rooms.
   He entered silently and found only Raditz, standing in front of a mirror, nursing a fresh wound. He closed the door behind him and locked it. The Saiyan turned around quickly, but no sooner than he had, Zarbon decked him in the face, knocking him into the sink and sending him crashing to the floor. Zarbon was over him in a moment in the small area of their bathroom, pulling his head back by his long tresses and hissing, "You thought you could get away with it forever, didn't you?!"
   "ARHH!" Raditz could barely open his good eye as the other one was already swelling shut.
   "I know what you've been doing to him," Zarbon's grip tightened and his frown was fierce as he bared his teeth at him, "I know the depths to which you have sunk in your attempts at having him!"
   Raditz's guttural response was, "T-That's not true! You don't know what you're talking about!"
   Zarbon shook him by his hair, "How dare you! How dare you! You rape him!" Zarbon slammed his head to the ground, "Despicable! Disgusting! You thought he'd never fight back?!" Zarbon gave a swift kick to his gut and Raditz curled up in pain, hacking and coughing. "I'll never know why he allowed it in the first place, or even why he allowed it to go on for so long-" he kicked him again, "-but if it ever happens again I will personally see to it that you suffer."
   Raditz was clamoring for air, clutching at his stomach. He barely heard Zarbon add, "In fact..." as he felt himself being hoisted up and drug out of the bathroom. He was flung forward onto the bed, his face shoved into the top of mattress as his body was mounted.
   "NO!" he cried but his shouts were muffled.
   "Yesss," Zarbon hissed into his ear, one hand digging into his shoulder, shoving him into place, the other working on the only things restraining him. It didn't take much to remove him armor or to wrench his training suit down to his feet.
   "P-please," Raditz gasped. He felt Zarbon's cold hand come to rest on his rear, the diligent fingers spreading over it, reaching further down.
   The look on Zarbon's face as Raditz glanced over his shoulder, that sinister leer, would not soon be forgotten.
   Zarbon chided him, "Would it make you feel better to know that I've desired thissss...?" he gripped Raditz's tail causing him to lose whatever little he had left of his strength to fight him off, "and even though it's wrong of me to be taking advantage of you like this," he pulled out his stiff cock and drew nearer, "Nothing's going to stop me from getting what I want from you," he added, "I almost forgot the best part! You and I both get to learn something new... You get to learn what's it's like to be fucked and I get to learn what it's like to fuck you."
   Raditz couldn't help the tears that formed in his eyes as he felt himself being spread open and a large cock was placed at his unused entrance.
   Zarbon took the same hand that held his tail and used it to grab a handful of hair. He pulled back sharply, causing Raditz to cry out, exposing his neck and his face to him. Zarbon had made his decision and so he entered him slowly, not adhering to the resistance the Saiyan's body was giving him.
   He pushed forward until he couldn't anymore, watching as Raditz tried not to scream, his hot tears now streaming down his face.
   "Oh, ssso beautiful," Zarbon praised as he pulled out and pushed back in.
   "Z-Zarbon, why?!" Raditz choked, looking back at him.
   Zarbon pulled back slowly before he leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Because it's exactly what you deserve and exactly what I've been needing." He plunged into him again, licking his outer ear and moaning into it. He began a pace, not too fast, not too slow, just enough for Raditz to squirm and cry out. Zarbon laughed, "Pleassse, ask me another question while I fuck you? Soon you'll be begging me not to stop. Don't you want thisss?"
   "Zarbon!" Raditz cried out. Everything was going numb except for the raw rubbing of his ass. He could taste his salty tears and feel the burning inside of him growing.
   Using a knee to spread his legs further apart and ripping his uniform to pieces in the process, he guided Raditz with his tail to bring his hips closer, allowing more access to his ultimate goal. He cooed, "I think you like it rough, so, ready or not, I'm going to fuck some sense into you..."
   "No, Zarbon, please, no!" Raditz's demands had weakened greatly, mere whimpers at this point, he didn't have the strength to resist, he was utterly helpless.
   "Oh, Raditzzzz... Yessss..." Zarbon replied, plunging into him, teaching him a lesson he would never forget.
   (Raditz never touched Vegeta again and spent the rest of his life trying to gain his love and respect.)
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