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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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This is for you hunni’s; my dear readers. I wrote this in a way where you can imagine any character being our private. Vegeta is of course our Sergeant.

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          Fifty more, just fifty more and I’m done. My arms hurt, ache horribly under the strain of my punishment, just fifty more, I need to get my face out of the dirt. The sick fuck above me is laughing, laughing hysterically at my pathetic attempt to prove my strength; it is my own damn fault that I find myself in the dirt with these repetitive straining push-up, hell, it wouldn’t have been so difficult if it wasn’t for that little shit sitting on me, adding unnecessary weight.

            If it wasn’t for my need to always prove my strength and boast about my abilities, I wouldn’t be here, in this moment, but just being a private isn’t good enough for me, my strong desire to be a General one day puts me in the worse kind of situations. I could’ve moved up faster, but my damn Sergeant keeps me back. I hate him right now, he is down right sadistic and I bloody well know it.

            But I could never hate him for long, just like the rest of my squadron; Sergeant Vegeta, the most notoriously viciously cruel Sergeant you may ever know, he could scream tears from a rock if need be, I have seen strong powerful men break down like a mourning widow under the Sergeant’s heated glare. We all down right hate him at times, but it never lasts long, as I said before. We have the strong desire either to punch him out or fuck him senseless. Yeah, you heard me right.

            Sergeant Vegeta was one of the most hottest ass I’ve ever saw, he could turn any straight men if he choose to do so, hell, I’m pretty confidant he could turn a full blown dyke. He was masculine, and yet he had an aristocratic delicacy to him, his limbs were consistently sleek and fine, his muscles bunched beautifully, those eyes could suck any in their dark depths, a voice that could send fear and thrill down your spine, lips that could entice the devil himself, and that uniform, oh the uniform, it was the knotted silk bow on top, it formed into his shaped wonderfully, showing off everything you wanted to see.

            “Is this your limit scum?! One hundred is your limit?” There it is, that mocking laughter we all hated. “How do you think you’re ever going to be anything more than the dirt under my boot if this is your limit?” Got to admit though, he sure knows how to rub the raw nerve and inspire.

            I push my body harder, the need to prove myself to the little shrimp all-consuming, forty-nine, forty-eight. I’m doing my best to ignore the pain, the numbers, all that comes to mind is the Sergeant’s overwhelming regime, sure we still run for miles, do all the physically taxing tasks, the break-down of ones mental stability pushed, following guidelines set by the military, following the orders of his higher-ups. Vegeta did follow the standards of physical regime, but he had his own twist, an ability not many others had, he was cruel, calculating, and downright evil with it, he knew the effect he had on us, he could practically smell the evidence of our arousals, I know he must’ve heard us at some point moan his name in our sleep. He used our infatuation against us, training us to be his puppets, he pulled our strings and we dance. Twenty-four, twenty-three.

            I remember a particular instance; we were made to run 15k, non-stop in the blistering sun; while the Sergeant rode on the back of the jeep, his uniform jacket off, his arms, shoulders, and collarbone exposed to the elements, the white wife-beater shirt hung to his skin, the wide open collar still wet from the water which spilt from his lips. He was leaned back lazily, watching us with a smug smirk playing on those enticing lips, he was a vision then, we all thought so, almost thirty men panting from excursion, tongue wagging at the unperturbed reclined Sergeant. Ah, we slowed at one point of time in that trek, and the Sergeant didn’t slow the vehicle, instead he laughed at our ‘weakness’ pulling out a banana to snack on, oh boy, he took his sweet ass time with that banana, scraping his teeth against the firm fruit, licking the top, he only smirked when the whole squadron groaned in want, all of us jealous of that damn fruit. The way he worked that banana, oh yeah, you know he had some serious practice, and some damn good skills. Eleven, ten.

            “Come on private, you’re almost there.” Yeah, almost done, and you can stop reclining on me. Three, two, one.

            I didn’t stop myself from falling to the dirt below, I did however sighed happily when that extra weight left me, I felt I was floating then, felt like my body was weightless. I nuzzled my head into my bended head, and I promised myself I would never dare challenge Vegeta in hand to hand combat, for two major reasons, one the Sergeant handed me my ass on a sliver platter; embarrassing me to the whole squad, never judge a book by its cover, trust me when I say I took note of that saying and burned it into memory! Secondly, even after a thorough ass whooping I got punished, 150 push-ups after the daily gruelling regime is un-lawful, I should have the right to sue! Bottom line, don’t fuck with the Sergeant, no-matter how sexy he looks, looks are deceiving, he ain’t no push-over, he is an asshole!

            “You think we are done here?” I couldn’t help but look up with fear in my eyes, shocked, really? After that there was more!?

            I was left stunned when Vegeta moved in on me, undoing his belt with one hand, my mouth went dry. “I like a man with some balls, and you showed me you got them.” His smile sent chills down my spine. “I see how you all look at me, I know what you want.” I think I stopped breathing and my heart as well because when I heard that zipper undo, I think I died. “I’m curious private, how good can you suck cock.”

            My lips mouth to answer but nothing came out. ‘This is all you get private, for now that is. If you do a good job with this now, I may fuck you later.” He leaned down and bitten down on my ear, pulling it between his teeth making my body shake. “…or you can fuck me.” Oh yeah, I do believe I must have had a stroke earlier and I’m actually dead. The second that cock had striked the air my lips were wrapped around it, sucking it with absolute abandon, taking his thick girth down my throat, making him arch into my face and groan loudly. I felt his hands wrap around my skull, his hips thrust up, making his rough pubic hair scrape against my nose, his musky pheromones made my head hazy, and caused me to redouble my efforts. I hear his hissing breath and it just made my cock ooze, soaking my underwear with my pre-cum. “That’s right private, suck my fat cock.” With each word he spoken, it was accompanied by a hard thrust. “Oh, fuck yeah. Swallow it, swallow it all.” He locked his hips to my face with a satisfactory low groan, making me swallow everything, his whole cock, and the hot sticky cum coating my throat, as he pulled away, I smacked my lips, licking all around, ensuring I had everything; no solider left behind.

            Okay this one was a bit difficult for me since I was unsure exactly how I wanted to format it, so I got half way, delete the whole thing and redo! I am done now, and I am happy with the outcome. So ta-da here it is!

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Cara2012 x’s 3 : Heheh I thought that chichi and Bulma being fangals would give it a humorous twist. A feral jealouse Raditz is always sexy to see *woowee* Awe, I know that chapter was full of sorrow *sniff sniff, hugs Vegeta tightly* thank you for reviewing Xoxox

Ranni-lou: Awe, thank you for reviewing, but once these are done then I can continue my chapter fics. I’m sure some of my readers are sulking waiting for those to hurry up and conclude lol

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Animeslave18: *snickers* hehe I got you on Facebook muahahah! It is up there now, Isabella save me from another day of hunting! Thank you! It’s smexy, sooo smexy. And by the way! I am shocked you don’t have many friends, you seem like you would have flock around you, but then again I don’t really have that many neither, just two very close friends. But I would love to consider you a friend, I find we both share some same mannerisms that would be *FANGURLISM* hahahhahah. You do realize you mentioned a Brolly x Vegeta pairing, and it nearly made me have to change my clothes just from the sheer excitement I felt!!!! Sweety you do as you please, and do what you feel is right, I will sit *not so quietly* on the stands waving flags *You go Animeslave!* woot woot.

Also thank you for your concerns, that’s very caring and sweet of you *hugs and kisses* I write a lot of angst because I feel more of those harsh emotions, I lived in it for nearly two decades, so I find it flows more naturally to me. No worries now, I am quite a happy gal, I still have my moments but in general I keep my head up, and smile wide ;)
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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own dbz or make any money from this.

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