Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil | By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil
By Sefiru
Summary: Kakarott and Vegeta travel to New Namek to wish on
the Dragonballs. But someone else is after the Dragonballs too. This chapter:
landing on Vegetasei, and it’s a full moon – oozaru lemon!
pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta
warnings: NC-17, yaoi, BDSM, violence, language, oral, anal … and of course,
pure evil.
disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long live the King!
I was so young
when I left Vegetasei that I don’t know if this blue-and-tan sphere is the same
planet or not. Bardock does, though. “There it is,” he breathes as he leans
over the monitor. He sounds a little shell-shocked; he did experience having
his world blow up around him, and subconsciously didn’t really believe he’d see
it again. Hell, neither did I. From where I stand behind Kakarott’s chair with
my hands behind my back (yes, the same rules as before), I watch the image get
larger. Our world is wild, pristine, unmarked by intelligent life. A new
beginning indeed.
Gohan sets the
ship down in an open area near the planet’s single energy source, which is
presumably the Dragon’s communication portal. The heavier gravity pulls on our
bones. Gohan shuts the ship down and opens the hatch. I wave my tail at
Kakarott. “It’s your kingdom, you go first.”
He jumps down
and just stands there, entranced. We’ve arrived in late spring and it’s a warm,
breezy day; we can sense animals moving around nearby. He walks forward a few
steps, then stops to inhale the scents of this new world. He turns to me with
shining eyes. “We’re home.”
I move to his
side and he pulls me into a kiss. I wrap an arm around his waist. He left this
planet just days old, a third-class destined for a life of war and destruction
by the orders of our alien master. He returns as the Legendary, head of a large
and strong family, and king of a race ready to rebuild itself. He draws away
from me, turns around again to take in the view. Then he looks down and his
tail bristles. “This must be Porunga’s idea of a housewarming present,” he
says; he picks something off the ground and tosses it to me.
It’s a ball, the
size of my fist. It’s yellow. And it has three red stars emblazoned on it.
Dragonballs? Here? I take out the dragon radar. Sure enough, seven glowing dots
stare back at me. “Never mind those for now,” Kakarott says. “First let’s take
a look at those comlinks, and then we can go exploring. You know, Vegeta,” he
murmurs in my ear, “It’s a full moon tonight.”
I purr wickedly.
“Sounds like a plan.”
***
Gohan had
already filled a whole notebook with notes, and they’d only been there half a
day. Everything was so different; the species of plants, the animals, even the
color of the sky was a different blue. The older three Saiyans were all showing
their fascination in their own ways: Bardock was wearing a shit-eating grin, Vegeta
was smiling, not smirking, for the first time he could remember, and his father
was wandering around with a look of wide-eyed wonder. They seemed to be much
more affected than he was, but then this was their world in a way that Gohan
didn’t quite share.
The portals
turned out to be large circular windows, framed with portraits of Shenron and
Porunga to show which planet they linked to. Porunga had placed them in a large
cavern, easily defensible, that fit nicely with Saiyan sensibilities. And they
didn’t just transmit sound and image – the explorers found that out because
their arrival had scared the living daylights out of Piccolo, who was examining
the Earth portal from the other side. He jumped, stumbled, and fell through
the gate onto Vegetasei. Vegeta’s comment of, “Watch that last step,
greenbean,” hadn’t helped.
A bit of
experimenting revealed that only one person could cross the portal at a time,
but that was a minor technicality. They brought Piccolo up to date and sent him
back to Earth, then went to find their first meal on this new world. By common
agreement they went on a hunt, eventually caught a wooly oxlike animal and
roasted it on a ki-fueled fire. Kakarott kept the skull as a trophy, and
Bardock claimed the hide. After that Gohan retired to the ship to write down
his observations before he forgot them. He worked until he felt the others’ ki
shift as they turned oozaru, and he realized the moon must have risen.
He went to the
hatch – and stopped short as he looked up at his father. Looked way up.
Kakarott was in level 3 gold oozaru, as in the battle with Queen Glace, and
this close he was that much more impressive. A golden mane tumbled over his
neck and shoulders, lionlike, and his tail bore a matching tuft; luminous teal
eyes looked down at him. He looked like an overlord fit for all this wilderness
… he looked like a king. “Dad!” Unable to contain himself, Gohan ran forward
and hugged one treetrunk leg. He didn’t even come up to his father’s chest. A
thunderous purr rolled over him and the other paw gently brushed his back.
A deep bark
sounded from the edge of the woods; oozaru Vegeta stood there, a smaller dark
form in the moonlight. Kakarott answered with a whuff and then churred
at Gohan. The intent was clear: we’re going out, don’t wait up.
“Have fun, dad.”
Gohan stepped back and watched the enormous creature pace into the woods, tail
swishing behind him. He looked up to where Bardock was lounging on top of the hull,
also in oozaru. “It’s times like this I really miss my tail.”
“Hrrrrrrrrrrr.”
***
We run through
the trees side by side, the first oozaru to set foot on this new version of the
planet. The scent of the place takes me back to my childhood and wakens a kind
of playful energy that would certainly astonish most of the people who think
they know me. And Kakarott is the same. We chase and wrestle each other like
children, reveling in the feel of an
unoccupied, untamed planet, yet one that uniquely belongs to us. Or perhaps we
belong to it. We have nothing to worry about here; no wild animal would dare to
bother two adult oozaru, one of them resplendent in level 3 gold.
Kami, Kakarott
looks good that way. His huge mane makes him look even bigger than he already
is, but it doesn’t interfere with his graceful movement; it contrasts with his
body fur, which is not gold but russet red. And his tail … his tail.
Waving behind him like a banner and I can’t take my eyes off it. Just a few
swishes have me rock hard. By the time we break out of the forest I’m hard and
dripping, just from watching him move.
I can see and
smell that he’s aroused too. He pounces on me, tumbling me over in the grass; I
land on my back with him on top of me. He purrs so deep I feel more than hear
it, then leans down and licks my throat. I purr in response and reach up to
touch him, but his tail catches my wrist; it seems that tonight I will not be
allowed to worship him as he deserves. His teal eyes twinkle and he starts licking
me all over. Throat. Chest. Stomach. I try to press into his touch, but he
pulls back just enough to keep the contact light.
He turns around
so he’s facing my tail, and scrapes his tongue over my aching shaft. I moan and
thrust into his mouth, and he closes his jaws around me. He sucks, and all my
fur bristles straight out. His dark-skinned shaft hangs right over my face; a
drop of his fluid lands on my nose and I lick it off. It tastes different.
Richer. He crouches just far enough to press his tip to my lips and I suck on
it eagerly; his purr vibrates around my shaft. The sensation is so intense that
I nearly scream. He continues to suck me thoroughly up and down until I all but
melt into a puddle.
He shifts
position, forcing a few more inches of his shaft into my mouth. Heaven. And
then he touches his tongue to my entrance. This time I do scream – my tail
wraps around his foreleg and my jaw tenses on his cock. He licks me slowly,
around and around, as I writhe helplessly under him. He slips his tongue inside
me, swirls it around my ring, and then touches my sweet spot with it – I arch
and roar around his shaft.
Kakarott pulls
off me and turns me back over onto all fours. Instinctively I lay my head and
shoulders on the ground and raise my rear in the air, inviting. He steps back
and circles me, eyes raking over me, and I shiver in anticipation. Finally he
steps behind me and mounts me; his weight settles on my back. He uses his
instant lube trick – probably using up most of the lube we have left – and
slides his shaft into me.
Dear. Sweet.
Kami. (And I do not mean Piccolo’s better half.) He’s enormous. He’s as hard as
steel and blazing hot. And he’s ridged. And … knotted. And – he
pulls back, thrusts, and I am stripped of coherent thought. My knees collapse.
I try desperately to work that stupendous cock deeper inside me, but his weight
pins me to the ground so that I can’t move an inch. With every thrust those
ridges tease my ring. With every backstroke those knots hit my sweet spot. I moan
long and loud. I’m in paradise; he drives into me over and over again, and it
feels like a lifetime, an eternity, a brief moment that ends much too soon. He
sinks his teeth into my shoulder and growls. His shaft grows even larger and
pulses as it fills me with his seed. It’s too much. I explode with pleasure,
transfixed by a long, blazing climax. And then I pass out.
When I wake up
the moon has set and we’re back in our normal forms. I’m curled up in
Kakarott’s arms, still naked, and he’s teleported a blanket to wrap around us.
The morning breeze stirs his hair as he lazily strokes my side. I lay my head
back down on his chest. I’m home.
***
All together now: Awwwwwwww.
Pure Evil 3 ends here, but it’s not the end of this
storyline. I have a few more ideas rattling around in my head, but I have some
one-shots and other ideas I want to get done first. Certainly you can expect at
least one more Pure Evil, plus more Desecration stories, some one-shots, and a
side story featuring Mirai Trunks and his secret admirer (which means I’ll be
writing … het! O.o ::watches readers run away screaming::)
Stay tuned!
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