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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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‘Simple life washed away by the sea’s’

            Kakarot sat on the bed looking at Vegeta trying to understand the word mine. He wondered how such a concept of utmost ownership confused him but understood quickly when Vegeta told him such things were not held in high regard amongst his people. They shared everything no certain land, tree, or food was entirely theirs. The only objects that was considered their own was their weapons but even then it was crafted by the great creators earthly objects given to them to share. Certain things frustrated him when teaching Vegeta, there were many words they never used and he needed to explain them in the basic form even at times example. But he did not worry they had much time to progress as they traveled across the sea. One thing confused him but he understood in some strange way Vegeta requested that he wouldn’t tell Yamcha exactly how he was progressing with the language.

            Vegeta still refused to speak of anything of the captain which Kakarot was not happy about at all. He tried for days to get Vegeta to talk to him about the subject but the savage would remain silent until the topic changed back to teaching. This plagued him the fact that Vegeta will not tell him everything or answer his questions no matter how many times to told Vegeta he could that he could trust him. But Vegeta saw him as another white man and from his unknown experiences would not trust him. He tried everything he could for Vegeta to gain friendship with him even as far as telling Vegeta about himself and his past troubles but only gaining a grunt here and there. The only things he gain from Vegeta was little tid bits of how his people lived but never of himself personally. He didn’t know how Vegeta thought or felt about things surrounding the savage with a mystifying mystery.

            “Kakarot how do relationships work with the white man? Do men lay with one another?”

            Kakarot slightly jumped with surprise for many reasons one was the fact Vegeta asked something of him that did not co-inside with his study. Well not completely. Also for the fact Vegeta asked such a strange question. He cleared his throat as he spoke. “Well no…. and yes… Well umm you see.” He felt very nervous with the question. “Why do you want to know?”

            “Curious. Something I should know if I am to be amongst them.” Vegeta looked to the floor waiting for the answer.

            “Well some men do lay with each other but it is very wrong. It is usually kept in secret they could be ridiculed possibly even killed. If they are found out.”

            “So if Yamcha was caught then he would be killed?” A small hope sparked inside of him.

            “Well no because of his status. He is a noble and captain they would just hide it from public and kill whoever his…partner was.” Kakarot looked down and saw a little piece of Vegeta’s soul die by the slump of his shoulders. Then it hit him. He fell forward from his chair scrambling closer to Vegeta taking a hold of his chin. “Vegeta has he done wrong to you in that manner?”

            Vegeta felt a tear prickle in his eye and whipped away from Kakarot he couldn’t let him see, he couldn’t let him know of his disgrace.

            Kakarot moved in closer taking Vegeta’s head in both hands turning him to face him. “Vegeta what did he do? Tell me and I will help you.” He brought Vegeta’s head in closer to his own and he could feel his heart race as he gazed down into the dark eyes. Something was compelling him to help the savage something deep down felt akin, something far more than friendship to the savage but he didn’t understand why.

            “How? How can you help me?” Vegeta whispered.

            Kakarot thank god for their interruption because any moment longer something would have happened. He heard the captain strolling down the hall coming closer to the room he quickly removed his person far from Vegeta’s and stood. “I will find a way Vegeta.”

            Yamcha was in a much better mood now that he gained his release from Krillen waiting for the savage to join his play drove him near mad. All his pent up desire’s going unattended for far too long. He opened the door seeing the usual sight Vegeta sitting on the floor looking at the floor as if the wood was entrapping, and Kakarot with his arms crossed in frustration. He smiled. “Another hard and long day Spaniard?”

            “Vegeta is a very slow learner.” Kakarot huffed.

            “Ah what else can be expected from a savage he only knows basic things. It will be hard to educate the savage but I am sure one day he will catch on. What word does he know now?” Yamcha casually asked.

            “He learned two words captain. Sexual abuse.” Kakarot spoke freely as if it didn’t matter.

            Yamcha frowned. “Why in the lord’s name did you teach him that?”

            “I am not sure maybe it was just a dream I had.” Kakarot smiled. “He still do not understand the meaning. His mind is stubborn.”

            “Indeed. Well you are free to do as you please Kakarot.” Yamcha smiled.

            “Thank you captain.” Kakarot looked over to Vegeta giving him a smile of reassurance that went unnoticed. He turned and left even though everything in his body and mind screamed for him to stay and confront the captain. He took a big gulp swallowing down the feelings of fear and regret as he closed the door taking another glimpse at Vegeta. Leaving him behind to his uncertain fate.

            Kakarot’s happy and calm demeanor left him. He was full of disgust and anger at Yamcha, and himself. He left Vegeta there for the captain to do as he wished but that wasn’t the only reason why he felt disgusted and angry at himself. He knew what he was about to do before the captain came. He growled. He was going to kiss Vegeta, a man! He was going to kiss a man like he would have done to a woman. Maybe it was just a need from not being with a woman for such a long period of time being surrounded by burly men and maybe the reason why he almost kissed Vegeta was because at that period of time he seemed like a woman. He was in-fact much smaller then the others, and he had some feminine qualities but not enough to mistake him for a woman. Kakarot groaned out in frustration maybe it was the fact that Vegeta was helpless that made his body react in that matter he resembled the typical damsel in distress. He chuckled slightly if Vegeta knew his thoughts right now he would knock him right to the moon. He knew he desperately wanted to help Vegeta at any cost it was his nature. He always was the one who would stick his neck out there to help others in their troubles and Vegeta was neck high in trouble. He knew deep down Vegeta did not kill Yajirobe or the other things he was said he done and the captain’s story was far from the truth.

            Kakarot moved to the bowls of the vessel, he wanted to be alone right now and gather his thoughts. He didn’t want to fake happiness to the other crew members he had no time for them. He never considered himself a loner and never will be he was too social to be a loner always surrounded by his love ones and dear friends. People had said he picked up friends like finding sea shells on a beach it was easy for him. He was stomped with Vegeta. He cursed yet again his thoughts turned to the little savage. What is it really all about? What is it that is attracting his mind to the savage? Kakarot wanted to scream out his frustrations and punch anything around but he couldn’t. He didn’t want men to come down here searching for the origin of the noise disturbances. Instead he took to squeezing a apple in his fist.

            He allowed his mind to think of the disturbing things that he found attractive about Vegeta. He was a mystery to him, he was a beautiful man, in great shape and form, he had no beard to speak of, his body hair was fine unable to see it unless you concentrated enough to see it. He had a air about him of helplessness and yet acceptance at the same time. But his eyes, oh the savages eyes is what entrapped him, dark and misty full of untamed emotions of curiosity, fury, and fear. He wanted to reach out and touch the strong face sooth him, comfort him, and love him. Kakarot gasped at his last thought. Love him… How can he love him? He was a man much like himself. He never found another man attractive leave alone love another man in a romantic way. Kakarot groaned and placed his face in his hands. No it cannot be love, his mind is just confused. Once they reached England he will bed a woman immediately to take his need for sexual gratification away. Yes he solidified his plan, the only reason he was thinking of such mad thoughts was because he is pent up. Nothing more.

            Vegeta allowed Yamcha to remove the clothing they called a silk robe from his body without any fight. It was what came as expectancy to him, the white man came, and he became nude. Feeling the light touches on his exposed body made his soul slowly chip away piece by piece everyday. He knew one day he would be nothing left only a shell standing in his wake. He hated himself, he hated what was happening, and he hated how his body betrayed him every time. No matter how many times he told his body not to react to the white man, or to give the bastard his seed his body did not comply with his wishes. Much like now. The hand was wandering from his right heel trailing up his leg in a slow and light touch, dipping into his inner knee, up his inner thigh, and feeling the dip and curve of his bottom. His body formed bumps, and he seen his cock jump from the promise’s the hand gave. A promise those hands always fulfilled.

            Yamcha smirked seeing how the savage reacted to him much like every time. He was happy he didn’t have to get the savage drunk any longer to do as he pleased. The savage allowed it to happen. Yamcha’s smile turned into a smirk. Perhaps the savage likes the treatment so he didn’t fight it any longer. In which gave him the false idea he could do something different then jerk the savage to completion. He took the savages hand and walked him to the bed to fully explore the body. He pushed Vegeta down to lay on his back his knees and legs bent feet touching the floor. Yamcha moved forward and started to lick and nip the expanse of skin around the delicious neck. He moaned inside his mouth from the erotic display in his mind. He moved his tongue downwards taking a nipple into his mouth he suckled and twirled his tongue around the nub hearing and feeling the harsh intake of air from the savage. He smirked around the nipple and tweaked the other between his fingers he didn’t after-all wanted it to feel left out and neglected. He hummed his joy at the response of the savage displayed he was very sensitive to touch even after their nightly activities. He could feel the hard flesh bump against his chest and he couldn’t deny the flesh what it wanted. He clasped a hand on the cock and felt the pulse of Vegeta’s heart throb inside his tip. He swept a thumb over the blunt tip feeling the slickness of its joy oozing out. He smirked; it was time to do some new things to the flesh. He swooped his head down, kneeling on the floor staring at the rigid flesh, looking for the world like a worshiper praying to the cross. It was not entirely untrue, he was going to worship Vegeta’s cock with his mouth and make the substitute deity cry out.

            Yamcha licked the tip taking the in the sweet bitter liquid on his tongue, he groaned as he felt Vegeta jerk with surprise. He looked up to see the confusion written all over his features he chuckled. He kept his eyes trained to the savage as he made his decent down fitting his lips around the tip, he flicked his tongue over the slit once again seeing the savage eye twitch, and heard the exclamation of pleasure leave his plump lips. Taking it up another notch he sucked the head seeing Vegeta’s eyes glaze, biting down on his bottom lip, and his body shudder from the sensation. Yamcha slid his lips down further taking the savage’s cock deeper in his mouth never taking his eyes away from the erotic sight that the savage displayed.

            Vegeta arched his back and let loose a hoarse moan of surprise. He heard the white man below him choke slightly from his sudden wide arch and for that second he felt joy he gave Yamcha discomfort. He pushed his hips higher hearing more of the choking noise but he didn’t just do it to hear and create Yamcha discomfort no. He felt disgusted and appalled with himself. He did it because he wanted more…

            Yamcha placed his hands on the savage’s hips keeping them to the bed making sure the savage didn’t choke him. He was slightly taken back by Vegeta’s reaction but quickly remembered Vegeta was his little virgin in everyway. He started a quick pace and suckled harder from the excitement Vegeta gave him with his reactions. He could feel Vegeta tremble, trying to arch his back, and twitch under him. He could hear the soft moans, and harsh breathing. It boosted his ego, he knew he was good but Vegeta made him feel like he was damn good. He slid his hand away from the hip and cupped the savages tight sac, juggling it lightly, and periodically pulling downward on the sac which made Vegeta cry out and pant like a woman. He pulled away from the cock and let loose a breathily chuckle when Vegeta moan his displeasure. He pulled the hips outward only keeping his upper body on the bed. He took the cock in deeper until his nose touched the roughness of Vegeta’s man hair. The smell of sex hung thick into the air surrounding them and Yamcha couldn’t be happier. The shout of the savage filled his ears and he continued in earnest. He begun sucking the cock in deep, his hand pulling and cupping the sac, as his other hand traveled around the base collecting saliva. Once coated, the wayward hand trailed down the sac, to the hidden place beyond.

            Vegeta body locked when he felt a finger press against him, but not only from that fact alone but in a place that should never be touched. It was vile, it was disgusting, only waste came from that place. He bitten down on his lip hard once he felt it enter him tasting blood on his tongue. Tears formed in his eyes, it hurt, it felt strange, it was wrong. He should never be touched there.

            Yamcha knew he needed to double his efforts on the savage’s cock and sac. He would not relax otherwise. He sucked hard and quickened his pace on the flagging erection, and lightly squeezed the sac below. He pulled his finger out slightly and pushed it in more once he felt the tight passage loosen slightly. He crooked his finger searching for the spot that will make Vegeta loose his mind.

            Vegeta wanted to cry from the insanity of this all he wanted it but he didn’t. He didn’t understand himself how can this be happening he shouldn’t want any of this. He should not allow this thing to have his way with him. He should not enjoy the thing having his way with him at all. But when he felt something deep within him being stroked his thoughts became dead and forgotten. Flashes of white blinded his vision, a wonderful fire started in an instant traveling to his brain throughout his body. He lost himself and a bigger chunk of his spirit.

            Yamcha hummed at his victory Vegeta became nothing more than a mass of need, and want. He shuddered, moaned, cried, jerked, and arched like he was possessed. The unyielding need to mount him and take him fully cried out to him. He felt Vegeta lock under him, he felt the hot wet passage squeeze and flex on his bending finger. He felt the cock inside his mouth pulse and a hot gush of liquid filled his mouth. Yamcha couldn’t hold out much longer and to his surprise he also released in his pants. A shudder wracked his frame and he moved himself away to swallow the seed down. Indeed this little savage would keep him wanting more and more.

            Kakarot slid down on the side wall, the hall was empty but you could hear the men below laugh, shout, and tell their tales. But it wasn’t the men he listened to. He came in the empty hallway only one room was on this level, the very room he placed his ear on the door to listen. What he heard shocked him. He did the unthinkable he looked into the key slot to gaze inside the room and saw Vegeta being debauched in the most sinful ways. Anger consumed him, confusion grew, and he felt hurt. Why?

            He understood the anger, it was driven into him because Yamcha was using the savage. But was he? Vegeta didn’t fight, no protest, nothing, he very much seemed he enjoyed his treatment.

            Confusion because did Vegeta actually care for Yamcha and is that why he asked about relationships on their world. But if so why did he seem so hurt, so fearful of the subject of Yamcha. Why did he avoid all question related to the captain. Why was he willing?

            Hurt as much as he wanted to lie to himself he knew why he was hurt. He should be the one with Vegeta…. Wait no! Kakarot shouted inside his mind. He smacked himself in the face for thinking of such sinful, wrong, disgusting thoughts! He should not have them. He was a good catholic man not a ….. Sinner…

            Kakarot let his head fall back onto the wall behind him looking up at the ceiling hearing Yamcha coo to the savage. It should be him should it not? Things were not so simple for him nowadays.
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