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From Vegetasei With Love	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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From Vegetasei With
Love

By Sefiru

Pairings: V/G

Warnings: Yaoi M/M, AU, oral,
anal, Bondage.

Disclaimer: I don�t own it, only borrowing.

Summary: Vegeta is a secret agent.

Macha: I�ll stuff in characters
wherever they fit ^^

Pixelgoddess: the more you beg, the more I string you
along.

kit-kit: if you were next to Goku
all day, what would you think of?

DarkSerapha: I�m not a Brolli
fan, I�m afraid. But he gets some more scenes.

topbear: Vegeta is totally
besotted. ^^

Zee and Moiira: maaaaaaaaaaaybe
�

Zofo: an accomplice teleported in under cover of the
smoke bomb and picked him up.

In this chapter: Food and lemons.

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Chapter 8: It�s a Date

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�� The room that
Vegeta had reserved was neither the most expensive nor the cheapest available.
However, it was guaranteed to be soundproof. He closed the door and locked it;
Kakarott was already shedding his shirt. �I hate clothes. I don�t know how you
can stand wearing that much all day.�

�� I�m used to it.�

�� Sure, and it has
no effect on your mood whatsoever.�

�� Hn.� Vegeta unfastened his armor.
�That ox still got away.� To tell the truth, he did feel better once the air
hit his skin � though that might be because Kakarott was already naked.

�� Don�t worry, I
can find him.�

�� What, you know
him, too?�

�� Nah.� The dancer pulled him close to whisper in his ear.
�It�s kind of a secret. My father has the shaman powers � he hid it since he
really wanted to be a soldier. I have a touch of it as well.� That explained
how he�d known which way to dodge the car, and how he expected to trace an
individual ki over an unknown distance. And in that case, the chase could wait
a while; Vegeta tipped him backward over the bed.

�� You are full of
surprises.�

�� I�d like to be
full of something else.� Kakarott�s tail coiled over� Vegeta�s buttocks, and he growled.
Powerful, beautiful, clever and sexy: he had really lucked out when he walked
into that bar. He nibbled along Kakarott�s collarbone, making him groan. His
hands slid over the curves of his arms. He breathed in the musk of Kakarott�s
body. Long fingers dug into his hair, and corded thighs clutched his hips.

�� It fed his ego
that he could get such a reaction from the experienced professional. But then,
he was Kakarott�s first Saiyan, and that gave him the
advantage. Kakarott cried out as Vegeta took his ear between his lips. They
both groaned when he ground their hips together � then he abruptly sat up.
�Crap. The lube�s in my belt.� He stood up, tossing
over his shoulder, �I�ll be back.�

�� While he was
taking the capsule from his belt, he heard music� come on in the room. Now what was
Kakarott up to? He turned back to the bed to see the dancer writhing against
the covers in a horizontal version of his routine. His hands traced a slow arc
above his head, while his jaw raised up to bare his throat. One leg stretched
straight, flexed, and drew in again. The other leg was folded tight against his
buttocks, hiding nothing. His tail looped over his chest, brushing his nipples
and making them stiffen. Vegeta stood stock still for a moment, drooling.

�� Then he jumped
on the bed and shoved Kakarott�s knees apart. He spread on the lube in a flash;
he could not wait a moment longer to sink into Kakarott�s heat. He groaned
aloud as the flesh engulfed him. Kakarott whined a counterpoint � then surged
up and flipped them over. �First you tease me, then
you make me wait. Well, I�m not going to take it any more.� He rose slightly, then rammed down hard. Vegeta roared. Kakarott rode his cock
with the force of a battering ram, as if he was trying to rip himself apart on
it. It was all Vegeta could do to thrust his hips up to meet him; once again,
Kakarott was making him lose his mind. The dancer�s inner muscles rippled
oddly, and then his cock spurted thick white seed across Vegeta�s chest and
stomach. The sight pushed Vegeta over the edge, and he roared as he poured his
fluid into Kakarott�s body.

�� Afterward,
Kakarott pulled off him and lay at his side, purring in his ear. �I guess we
need a shower before we go to diner, huh?�

�� Hn.� The shower almost made them
late; the sight of water streaming over Kakarott�s glistening, sculpted body
was more than Vegeta could resist. He took Kakarott again against the shower
wall, the hot water washing away their juices. There were perks to being an
elite-level Saiyan, and stamina was one of them.

�� They did
eventually put their suits on and got to the restaurant in time. It was one of
Vegeta�s favorites in the city, located on the top two floors of Satan�s
Emporium, with large windows looking into the arena that was the core of Satan City�s
entertainment business. The Maitre d�, a jovial white-furred cat-man, led them
to a table beside the glass; what looked like a soccer match between tanks was
in progress below. Vegeta perused the menu, mainly to distract himself from the
way that Kakarott�s black silk tuxedo perfectly framed his chest. Tasty.

�� One of the things
that made the Lookout the best in the city was that they offered dishes for
every species� appetite. Vegeta selected the whole rotisserie chicken, while
Kakarott ordered both the24-ounce porterhouse and the slow-braised Cornish hens
with all the fixings. As their waiter took notes with increasing bemusement,
they chose half a dozen appetizers to share, then had
an argument about the wine. Vegeta wanted his usual Cabernet, while Kakarott
insisted on Merlot, saying that no Cabernet was worth touching until it was
fifty years old. They finally ordered a bottle of each,
and two glasses of Riesling to go with the soupe cr�me de saumon. Their food arrived in
short order and they fell silent to give it the attention it deserved. Kakarott
was actually eating slowly, which Vegeta took as a sign of how much he was
savoring it. The near-orgasmic purrs were a clue, too.�

�� The head chef, a
rotund Africainian, came to their table as they were
finishing their main courses, and he only needed one look at Kakarott�s happily
swishing tail before breaking into a grin. �I suppose I don�t need to ask if
you�re enjoying the meal.�

�� it�s great,� Kakarott said. �I�ve been to the Emporium
before, but never to the Lookout. You even made the turnips taste wonderful.�

�� Vegeta looked at
his plate. Those were turnips? �It�s an old family recipe,� the chef said,
summoning a waiter. �And are either of you interested
in dessert?�

�� Kakarott, it
turned out, had already set his sights on the Schwartzwalder
torte. Vegeta flicked his tail tip; why not indulge for once? �I�ll have the
butter pecan coupe with grilled banana.� A ludicrous, and
hardly manly, dish to have a weakness for. However, his stomach would
not take no for an answer. �And I think we�ll have them in the lounge.�

�� Very well.� The waiter trotted off, and Chef Popo returned to his work. The two Saiyans
finished their meal and their wine � to Vegeta�s chagrin, Kakarott was right
about the cabernet. Then they climbed the red-carpeted stairs to the second
floor. Here they settled into an angled leather sofa with a view of the arena;
the event was now a team battle between groups of powered armor. Their waiter
brought their desserts and carried away Vegeta�s credit card. He hardly cared
what this evening was costing him, and he ignored the chafing of these absurd
human garments � whoever devised the necktie should be strung up by his own
invention. But Kakarott was able to make the ensemble look elegant, even when
he was face-down in chocolate cake. Another waiter delivered glasses of port
�compliments of the house,� which considering how much they�d eaten didn�t
surprise Vegeta at all.

�� Kakarott�s tail
twined with his own, drawing out a purr almost against his will. Just three
days, and he couldn�t imagine his future without the dancer at his side. He had
to get a new convertible � one with a wide back seat. He sipped his drink.
�This port has an interesting bite to it.�

�� I�m not going to
take your word for the quality of liquor,� Kakarott teased. �But you�re right.
I�ll have to ask what kind it is.� He blinked drowsily. �We didn�t drink that much, did we?�

�� I don�t think
so.� It occurred to Vegeta that his vision was blurred. It had struck suddenly,
not the usual for drunkenness � he felt Kakarott�s tail go limp, just as his
own limbs failed to support him. �Shit, the drinks were � �
His vision swam, and the world shimmered away into darkness. Drugged �

***

Dun dun dun!

Writing about food makes me hungry. The cake Goku is eating is Black Forest
cake: chocolate and cherries. :P��

Next chapter: Vegeta makes progress with his mission.��
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- 9
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