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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much

By Sefiru

Pairing: G/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Yaoi

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z and I make no money, only lemonade.

ladyshadowdragon: do the “next chapter” notes even count as cliffhangers?

Sigart: get off, yes. Easy, no. (yes, you are a pervert.)

animeslave18: fantasizing is what the list is for.

Velvet: ok, so the marina threesome guy was just a throwaway line. But there are so many possibilities …

Zee and Moiira: Goku has Vegeta on a plate. ^^

Pixelgoddess: *pokes with teasing stick*

In this chapter: the playroom, revealed! And since it’s an odd numbered chapter, Lemon.

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Chapter 9: Ascent

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     Kakarott is not through with me yet; he has that glint in his eye that shows he’s planning something. He allows me to rest for a while, leaning against his shoulder in the warm summer air. Skin to skin, ki against ki, unspeaking. Kakarott, my master – all my life, I would rather have died than name anyone that. I didn’t know any better.

     At length he lifts me to my feet and leads me inside. “I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping from now on,” he says … and takes me into his own bedroom. The blue blanket, I note, is still folded beside the door where I left it. The room inside is dominated by a bed which is larger than the quarters I had aboard ship – which, to be fair, isn’t saying much. It is covered in a rumpled patchwork quilt but the eye-catching thing is the headboard, which is about the only piece of solid wall on that side of the room. The rest of it is one huge expanse of window; I had seen this from outside the house, of course, but from within it is far more impressive. On the left-hand wall is a smaller window with a built-in seat under it, flanked by shelves. These are full of various keepsakes, framed pictures and a few books. On the opposite wall is a full-width closet, closed off by paper sliding screens. And at the foot of the bed is a folded futon and cover.

      I am to sleep at the foot of his bed. And that isn’t all; he shows me a set of drawers in a corner of the closet, which he says are for my possessions. (What possessions?) I pull open the top drawer to see my other changes of spandex and my spare gloves. “I got your stuff from Bulma’s place,” he explains unnecessarily. Curious, I open the next drawer; it contains clothes I’ve never seen before. Sleeveless shirts, short pants, jeans. Work clothes. The last drawer is empty for now. “There’s room for your blanket in there,” Kakarott says. “I have a few more things to show you, but first, grab something to wear and we’ll get dinner going.”

      “Yes, master.” Now what kind of meal could he possibly need my help with? I choose one of the new tops and shorts – skin tight, and I can see Kakarott eyeing me – and follow him into the cellar. Here he hands me a broom and a long steel pole, and picks up a stack of paper sacks from a pile in the corner. Then outside, where a brick fire pit stands between two chestnut trees. He orders me to sweep out the bottom while he inspects a mechanism in one of the sides. Then he rips open the bags, which contain charcoal, and we spread it evenly in the pit. A wave of ki sets it all ablaze. Kakarott takes out a capsule, activates it, and a whole dead pig appears. Ah. He shows me how to mount the carcass on the spit and then the spit on brackets, where it will be turned by a motor.

       The hog’s skin begins to sizzle. Kakarott turns to me. “Now,” he growls, in a tone that makes my fur bristle. “Go and clean yourself, head to toe. I will be waiting when you finish.” This sounds promising. I go into the bathroom to scrub myself thoroughly, allowing myself the indulgence of hot water. Meanwhile I can sense Kakarott moving around in the last room of the house, the only one I haven’t seen yet. I dry off with a burst of ki and carefully comb my hair. He has something big in mind, and it seems right to prepare accordingly. I emerge dressed only in glistening skin, and Kakarott calls me. “Come in, Vegeta.”

     “Yes, Master.” I push open the door and step across the threshold. Like the bedroom, this chamber has a broad expanse of windows on the south wall and a polished wood floor. There are few things in it: in the corner nearest the door, a chest of drawers built to fit into the angle. In the far corner, a thick beam of wood leaning on the wall, squares chalked on the floor and ceiling that match its ends. A few flat floor cushions. A simple long bench covered in white leather, centered under the windows. And Kakarott.

      He is once again wearing his warrior costume, down to the boots and silver cuffs; he stands in front of the bench with his arms folded, waiting. Watching me. I let the door close with a click, then walk out to face him. I tilt my head slightly: what are you up to, Kakarott?

      His eyelashes flicker, the mere intention of a wink. This. And then his ki starts to rise. Slowly at first, letting me sense his power building. Then faster. I expect the surge to peak, but it doesn’t; golden light flares around his body. The windows rattle, and motes of dust leap from the floor. The air swirls around me. A sudden, stronger surge – his eyes flash green, his hair sweeps back and turns golden. His ki rushes though me, a maelstrom of light distilled into sparkling liquor. I drop to my knees on the floor.

      He is the Legendary.

      I am not worthy.

     The last time I saw him like this, I felt only fear; fear of this moment, when he takes me for his own. How foolish. He holds out his hand to me, and I crawl to him without a hint of shame. Earlier today I named him master; I only thought I meant it. I reach him nose-first and press my face against his palm, purring. He cups my chin and scratches my ears with his other hand. I feel I could climax from that touch alone.

      He guides me to the leather bench. “Climb on, Vegeta.” I stretch out on the white leather – the altar, I realize, where I am to offer myself to him. Others might have their playroom set up as a dungeon; this one is a temple. I arch my back, craving more of his touch.

      “Patience, Vegeta.” Patience? When his sheer presence is consuming me from the inside out? When my tail fur is soaked with my own dripping juices? Patience?

      In the blink of an eye his clothes are gone; he’s moved faster than my eyes can follow. Now clothed in his flaring aura, he crouches over me. He slides a hand under my neck and lifts; I let my head fall back, opening my throat to him. Every atom of my being cries out to him, silently begging.

     His eyes never leave my face as he bends down and scrapes his fangs along my pulsing vein. Heat sinks from the touch deep into my core; my hands claw at the bench beneath me, searching for a place to hold. He sees this, and with his other hand he seizes my wrists, pinning them behind my back. The restraint calms me; I melt into his grasp. My instincts, submissive male instincts, sing with his sheer power. I hear his deep purr-growl and know that I have pleased him. Bless me, master, for I am about to explode … He pushes my legs apart with his knee. I hold my breath in anticipation; he … does nothing. I finally give in and let my breath out, and that is the moment when he slides into me. My gasp turns into a wail of pleasure. He goes on to take me slow and deep, stroking my hidden places with every thrust; I would be thrashing wildly if he weren’t still holding me down. And always, his ki rushing around me, his teal blue eyes piercing mine.

      Then suddenly it is all too much – my vision goes grey for a moment with the force of my climax, more intense than any in my brief experience. Kakarott is bare seconds behind, pouring his ki-infused seed into me, his climax seeming to extend my own. Wave after wave racks my body, each a little lower than the last, until I finally come back down to earth. Kakarott slides out of me; he lets go of my arms and props himself on his elbows above me.

      “Mine,” he growls, a happy grin stretching his lips.

      “Yours,” I agree, lifting my arms to embrace him.

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What a long way he’s come.

For those of you keeping track, Goku’s house: has two doors, east and west, with a porch on each side. The living room/kitchen makes an L shape on the east and north sides of the house, Goku’s bedroom is in the southeast corner, the playroom in the southwest, and the bathroom on the west side between the playroom and the kitchen. There is an attic for storage and a cellar, both accessible by a ladder in the kitchen. And yes, Goku built it himself.

In the next chapter: All the introspection that would have broken the flow of this chapter. ^^ Plus, a pig is eaten, and Goku schemes.
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