I Made You a Snack
I Made You a Snack
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Author’s Notes to self and others: I don’t own
personal fantasies. All I have is a crapload of
action figures, and some VHS/DVD box-sets. Oh! And my Vegeta
wall scroll! He gets to watch me at night….
Oh! Also, I wan say say that the names of the
“Enslaving Heero”. Go read it now! And review it…that
way, she’ll write more! Yar
Warning: I’m a yaoi
don’t…then I suggest you start doing so, because there’s nothing better!
Vegeta/Goku are the main pairings, and Gohan/Piccolo
are very briefly mened ned just because they’re so cute together.
~~
Goten
giggled mischievously as he sat on his best friend’s bed. “You know
Trunks…I really don’t think my mom approves of this kind of stuff…” he
muttered, idly running his hands over the smooth metal of the
different aspects of his and Trunks’ relationship.
The two boys had always been
attracted to each other. It had always been a simple, close relationship
between the two friends until their saiyajin hormones caused their instincts to
emerge. The saiyajin side of their brains told them rather forcefully that a
companion of such a high power level should be claimed as a life-mate in order
to prevent them from being lost to another competitor. The logical side of
their brain pointed out that there was no competition to be had as far as
saiyajin mates went, but neither boy had an opposition to the idea of being in
a yaoi relationship, so both basically went along
with it.
Goten’s
lavender-haired companion chuckled, shaking his head slowly, “Nah…probably not,
but your mom’s always been like that…yelling, screeching, and being an all
around harpy bitch! Anyway, that’s why we’re doing this at my house!” he
explained patiently, for at least the twelfth time.
The other demi-saiyajin
growled at his partner threateningly upon hearing the put down on his mother,
“Don’t talk about my mom like that Trunks! You sound just like your dad!” he
hisses. He didn’t have anything against Vegeta of
course, besides that he was a sadistic, egotistical prick, but it was obvious
who Trunks took after as far as insult abilities went.
Trunks snorted, “
smirked, looking more like the elder prince of saiyajins
than he’d probably intended, and quickly cut his friend off, “And I know it’s
different when –you- are the one saying it…” he jumped in before
said before.” He announces sulking sligh
just glared at him and Trunks sighed, waving his hands and trying to appease
his friend’s pride by distracting him, “So are we gonna
d>
do this or not!? Lets start the scene already!”
Goten
nodded quickly and stood up, trying to wipe the clueless Son expression from
his face which appeared at the moment Trunks mentioned the commencement of
their planned activity. “Yeah…I guess so.” He said slowly, trying to get into
the correct mind frame. Finally finding his dominant side, he straightened
himself and grinned, “Alright boy, kneel!” he ordered pointing to the ground in
front of him and snapping his fingers.
Trunks grinned excitedly and did
as he was told. His black-haired friend smiled. He’d been so delighted when
he’d discovered Trunks had the same erm, ‘
and watched as a shiver ran up the lavender haired demi-brat’s
back. With a callused handpan pan class=SpellE>Goten casually swept away
the stray locks of hair and slowly fastened the ki-suppressor
around Trunks’ neck. It was one they’d stolen from Bulma’s
lab a few weeks after they’d discovered their mutual interests. Since she
couldn’t imagine her ‘innocent’ son being the thief, the blue-haired woman
still blamed Vegeta and Goku
for its disappearance, claiming she just knew they were ‘Having kinky sex
somewhere’ with it. This of course was not true. Goku
and Vegeta used the prototype she had made months
before the final copy, but which worked perfectly fine.
Bulma was still slightly jealous
about the relationship that Goku and
she was just being her usual contentious self. Either way,
it didn\'t matter, everyone involved, except for Chi Chi,
who would forever be miserable and regret her decision to marry an `uncivilized
monkey man\', was really quite content. She had not yet discovered the ‘awful
truth’ about her two children’s similar sexual preferences.
As the collar clicked into place,
the warm glow of Trunks’ presence quickly faded as his Ki
dropped dramatically. To many of the other ki-sensitive
people in the area, it would feel like Trunks had been knocked unconscious or
hurt, but after the first time when some concerned friends had rushed to
thoroughly learned their lesson about minding their own business.
on his brain of the Saiyajin Prince decked out in tight black leather, doing
terrible things to his naked and welt-covered subject. To this day, nobody had
the guts to talk about it or discuss what they had seen, even to each other in
secret.
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Trunks and Goten
were well aware their fathers were having some sort of relationship which
involved more than sparring, but had not been let in on any the details. Nobody
wanted to ‘traumatize the chibis’. Each of boysboys
assumed that their father was the seme, and both were
curious, but neither wanted to investigate and risk getting caught. They had
too much to live for, thank you very much. Each other for
instance.
“Such a good boy…”
like he would with a cherished pet. Trunks shivered again and leaned into his
friend’s hand, nuzzling against it and seeking more attention.
asked. Trunks simply whimpered and licked at his master longingly. The
black-haired demi smiled, “No
Trunks….we don’t waste our energy like that…” Goten
admonished sternly, trying to be strong and not give in to his submissive. “I
plan to have you licking something later so just wait!” he ordered with a
smirk. Trunks’ bright gaze dropped to the ground and he pouted slightly.
In their mutual discovery of
their personal kinks and perversions, both of the brats had learned that each
was interested in ‘pet play’. Goten had always wanted
a puppy growing up, and Trunks was all-too willing to be that canine companion.
Goten thought it was ‘hot’ to see Trunks reduced to
the status of an animal, and Trunks thought it was ‘humiliating’ but in a ‘good
way’ that was extremely hard to explain.
Recently, the boys had begun to
pester Bulma about researching a way to make tails
grow back, which, they claimed was for training reasons. In truth, both agreed
that Trunks needed a tail to wag and to help him express his more animalistic
emotions, and Goten simply wanted him to have one so
he could grab when Trunks was being a ‘naughty doggy’.
Tired of waiting for
a day to screw the ‘obedience training’ that Goten
had been working on teaching him for quite some time. Grinning like the
master, knocking him to the floor and pinning him with his weight. Staring down
at his captive with sparkling blue eyes, Trunks smirked
a smirk worthy of his father and simply stated huskily, “Woof.”
Goten’s
eyes narrowed. The teen obviously did not like having his authority challenged
by some uppity pet. “Bad Dog.” He stated,
his voice cold and angry. “Get off now!” Trunks winced at the words. He’d never
been called a bad dog before, but, steeling his heart, he simply proceeded to
grab Goten’s shirt in his teeth and tug upwards. At
any time, he knew he could easily be dislodged considering the
Not yet at least. He would use force to make sure the lavender-
shirt quickly ripped up one of the seams and soon his well-defined chest was
bared, much to Trunks’ delight.
A quick pink tongue darted out of
Trunks’ half-parted lips and dipped to tease the muscles in his master’s chest.
Goten however, did not react as he usually did, with
contented sighs and moans of pleasure. Instead, he pushed himself to an abrupt
sitting position and glared at his pet whE>who was looking
a bit ashamed, but still eager, and obviously very aroused.
“Off.” Goten
reiterated, snapping his fingers and pointing to the corner where a few
eyebolts were inconspicuously set into the wall. “Go.” The master ordered,
still seething and mentally planning what to do with his pup for this
insurrection.
‘What the hell was Trunks
thinking doing this!? He knew that Goten refused to
allow his status as Dom in the relationship to be challenged…was he just doing
it to get attention!? Did he -want- to be punished severely?! Did he feel he
needed it!? What was going through that purple-haired head of his? Subs were so
hard to understand some times.’ Goten lamented
silently, while waiting for Trunks to comply with his order. “Now.”
He said quietly, voice sounding deadly.
With a sigh, Trunks’ head
drooped. He knew when Goten got into one of his
‘moods’ that there’d be no getting away with anything. He’d just wanted to have
some fun! Was that too much for him to ask!? Apparently it was. Catching
another death glare, Trunks whimpered softly then slunk off towards the part of
the room he’d come to know as the ‘punishment corner’. It was where
gotten off his chest, Goten stood up and walked over
to the closet to h hih his supplies. Emerging with the braided multi-tailed
lash, he glared at Trunks who was staring at him wide-eyed. They had only used
this particular whip once before since it did so much damage to Trunks’
agreed to use it only when a true punishment was needed.
Trunks peered at the whip…he
couldn’t be seriously thinking to use that on him for such a little offence!?
Bah! If Goten was gonna be
a bastard, he might as well earn the bloody lashes… Curling his lip in
defiance, Trunks let out a throaty growl then dashed under his large metal desk
at the side of the room and quickly wedged himself beneath it.
~~
In a capsule house not so far away….
Goku
winced as another blow fell on his exposed rear. “Oww….Master….”
he whined, looking up spanspan class=SpellE>Vegeta pleadingly from over
his shoulder. Usually, a little slap like this was nothing to the muscled
saiyajin, savior of the earth, but without his ki,
even well-toned buttocks could be hurt by a spanking ell ell administered.
Vegeta
glared at his slave. “Quiet.” The prince frowned, closing his eyes and sensing
the strange fluctuation in the ki’s around him before
chuckling. “Trunks and Goten are at it again…” he
told his slave since in his current state, Goku would
be unable to tell. Goku squirmed a bit, trying to
slip out of Vegeta’s grasp while the smaller saiyajin
was otherwise occupied but merely ended up earning himself
further punishment. “That’s extra swats you know…” Vegeta
purred in his uke’s ear and Goku
just shivered.
~~
Goten
frowned at this behavior. This was not like Trunks to act so defiantly. He
would have to do something. He knew adding threats of bigger punishment would
do nothing in a situation like this so he\'d have to think of a way to lure the
rotten little cur out of its cubby hole. "Trunks, I will give you one
chance to come out and sit at my feet right NOW." he said dangerously.
Cerulean eyes stared out from
under the table cautiously. When Goten made no move
to grab him, Trunks slowly came and sat by his feet. Goten
didn\'t even look very angry anymore, just highly disappointed. Trunks wished he
had a tail so he could curl it between his legs to show he was sorry.
Anger he could deal with but not this coldness.
Goten
still made no move but had decided on a course of action. "I thought you
had learned something from me. Perhaps I wasn\'t a good enough teacher for you?
Maybe we need some expert help." He said. Trunks swallowed. Something
about the way Goten said "expert help" made
him feel nervous.
With a resigned sigh,
reluctant demi-saiyajin over to the corner where he
quickly tied him to the wall. “Settle” he ordered. Trunks lay down on the floor
and looked up at his master with worried blue eyes. Goten
smirked, “Stay.” He commanded, tone of voice warning his pet that it would be
foolish to disobey. He then left the room, closing the door behind him.
Goten
felt as comfortable in Capsule Corp as he did in his own home, so it wasn’t
long before he was in one of the spare offices, logged onto the internet and on
one of his favorite chat rooms. The moderators welecomed
him and after exchanging pleasantries, Goten quickly
asked his questions.
A few minutes later,
repeated requests to take Trunks off his hands. Ignoring that user, he decided
to take GoD and LadyS/M’s
advice of contacting a local, more experienced Dom for assistance with extra
training. Goten logged off and simply sat at the keyboard,
mulling over his possibilities.
The boy glanced at his watch and
decided that Trunks had probably spent enough time in the corner thinking about
his bad behavior so he went back up to unchain the other demi
from the wall. Trunks looked rather relieved when his friend returned, body
language showing that he’d half-expected to be abandoned there.
hair.
“Don’y
under control. With just a little extra training, you’ll be my good boy again!”
the black-haired saiyajin declared happily, rubbing Trunks’ shoulders roughly.
Trunks cocked an eyebrow but said
nothing. Instead, he just leaned insistently into Goten’s
hand and whimpered slightly.
Goteh
idly ran his hand through the violet locks while contemplating who to ask.
Gohan would be glad to offer help, after all, he’d managed to tame and train
the demon lord Piccolo. Buut…Goten
really didn’t want to know too much about his older brother’s relationship,
especially since the idea of the namek naked
passing about the green man’s antennas.
So that left Puar
and Goku. Since Goten
didn’t feel comfortable asking for sex advice from the floating blue cat
boy was resigned himself to talking to his father. Obviously, being the
stronger of the two full-bloods, Goku would be the
dominant. It was only natural since all the Sons seemed to be in charge of
their relationships!
‘Dad won’t mind if I drop in on
him and Vegeta-san,’ Goten
thought with a smile before releasing Trunks from the scene with their
end-code, “Boxers for Briefs.” then he dashed out the open window.
Trunks stood up, looking stunned
and rather confused with the abrupt ending before he realized
looking around for where the other demi had hidden
the keys.
~~
“No Bakarotto,
bad pet ukes do not get let out of their kenneor
or
meal time… you know that!” the prince chastised gently. “They eat alone, in
their cage, and are thankful that they are even being fed at all!”
slid the large plate of food through the slot.
Goku
glared at his master reproachfully, not only for his use of the hated
slave-name, but also for not letting him at least eat on the floor beside the
prince’s chair. Vegeta glanced over at chuckled, “Eat
up, you’ll need your energy for later.” He teased
before tng ung up at the sound of a knock on the door.
“Kuso…”
the man swore his ki flaring out slightly as he
sought to see who would dare disturb them, “What the hell is your brat doing
here!?” he demanded before stalking out to maim Goku’s
youngest. “What the fuck do you want!?” Vegeta
demanded as he opened the door, greeting n with
his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.
Goten
grinned as the prince opened the door to the huge capsule house. He mentally
congratulated his father for his choice of outfits for Vegeta.
Black leather was definitely a good thing! The young Son smirked, “Now
been taught to greet visitors much more politely than that!” he admonished with
a wink before stepping past the now stunned and speechless saiyajin and into
the home.
The boy was impressed with the
setup to say the least! It was a veritable dream come-true! Marble floors,
sleek stone walls with tapestries hung on them, and heavy wooden doors leading
to the rest of the rooms. “What a place! Looks sorta
like those castles in the erotica books!” Goten says,
“Man…wish we had a spot like this to play in…”
Vegeta
smirked, “It’s modeled after the royal wings in the
of
he explained, pushing open one of the doors, “Your father will be quite
surprised to see you.” He murmured, following the boy into the dining area.
Goten
turned around and laughed at the prince’s words. “Yeah, but Dad likes
surprises!” he points out, “And he won’t mind that I dropped in without
notice.” The boy stated in a self-confident tone, striding further into the
dining room area, grinning superiorly at the prince.
Vegeta
shook his head. “Perhaps not. But I mind…” he growled,
voice suddenly threatening. Goten stuck his tongue
out and turned around, taking in the sight of the lavish eating area with wide
ebony eyes.
As Vegeta
spoke, Goten snorted in derision.
about it, isn’t that right fath…” he stopped and
froze in his tracks as he spotted Goku, naked save
for a collar and cuffs, chained in a large cage at the far end of the room.
Goku
looked up from his meal, blushing and rather embarrassed that he’d been caught
in such a position by his youngest son, “Hey Goten…”
the world’s savior murmured, raising up a manacled
hand to wave sheepishly.
Vegeta
glared at his slave. “No talking Bakarotto!” the
prince snarled, “You know the rules! You ask permission first!”
would have to double his efforts if Kakkarot forgot
everything he’d taught him as soon as one distraction occurred. He’d never be
able to take his pet out into public at THIS rate.
Goku
dipped his head in recognition of Vegeta’s harsh
words, “Sorry Master.” He mumbled, staring down at the floor beneath him.
Goten
was about ready to pass out from shock and disbelief. He just stared with wide
eyes at his dad before his mouth just flaps a few times and he’s finally able
to speak. “You mean….-you- are the slave!?” he demanded of his father, although
the answer was really rather obvious.
The prince tsked,
“Don’t talk to him brat! Are you trying to get him in trouble for answering
you!?” he demanded, angry that Goten was provoking
his uke into breaking the regulations carefully set
down. Startled, Goten shook his head quickly, not
wanting to get his father in deeper than he already was, judging by his current
situation and accoutrements.
“No Vegeta-san!
I err…I am really sorry! I made a grave error in assuming my father was the
dominant. I will leave you alone now!” he said quickly, turning to hurry out of
this devastatingly humiliating experience. Nobody wanted to see THIS part of
their father’s relationship!
Vegeta
put a restraining hand on Goten’s shoulder. “Hold up
a minute boy. Why did you come in the first place!?” he asks, genuinely
curious. Why had the boy made such an assumption? And why should it matter
either way if he obviously needed help?
Goten
gulped visibly, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot. “I need help.
Things aren’t going as smoothly as I’d hoped with Trunks.” The young man
admits, scuffing at the hardwood floor with his boot.
Vegeta
laughed, “Relationship problems eh?” he asks, “I always knew you boys would run
in to problems sooner or later… so what is it this time? He cheating on you?”
he asks, “If you suspect that, I’ll tell you your stink is the only I’ve ever
smelt on him.”
The black-haired
in.. a relationship…
contact once more. He didn’t know why he wasn’t fleeing. Why he was not
high-tailing it the heck out of there!!!
prinprince threw his head back
and cackled, “You don’t have to say any more boy.
Don’t worry, if he’s not dominating you properly, I’ll teach the brat a trick
or two and yo be be in a state of helplessness in no time!” he winks, trying to
be helpful, “If that’s all, you can go now…I’ve got things to do to your
father…”
The demi-saiyajin
shook his head quickly, “No Vegeta-san.” He grinned
at the prince, “Although thanks for the offer….” He chuckled quietly, “Your son
is –my- pet…right now he’s being disobedient, and I need help training him.”
possible.
Vegeta
just twitched. “What the fuck are you talking about boy!? My son wouldn’t let
himself be the uke in a relationship!” he glared at
the boy then over at the brat’s father who was trying and failing to stifle his
laughter.
Goten
beat the prince to saying anything to Goku. “Hush up
and stop laughing! Our discussions are no business of yours father!” he
snapped, glaring over at the startled man in the cage. Vegeta
raised an approving eyebrow.
“I still may help you brat…as you
can see, my slave still needs work as well, so why don’t you bring yours over
here around
literally whip them into shape together.” He grinned ferally,
showing off sharp canines which glinted in the candle-light being emitted from
the table.
Goten
just nodded, the smile on his own face matching that on Vegeta’s.
He bowed slightly. “Thank you Vegeta-sama.” He stated
before turning sharply on his heels and leaving.
Vegeta
turned to regard his submissive in the cage once Goten
had gone and he had heard the door shut firmly behind him. “Well
so poorly in front of another Dominant!?”
Goku
bared his teeth in defiance. “He’s my son!” he said simply, as if that was all
the explanation he needed.
The prince snorted in derision.
“Shut up. Lets put your mouth to better use cleaning
my boots.” He ordered, pulling the half-eaten plate of food out and sticking
his foot through the gap in bars of the cage instead. “Eating is a privilege,
one you just lost for today.”
The younger saiyajin just
whimpered as his stomach growled loudly in complaint. Goku
lowered his head and his long pink tongue darted out to lave the already
shining surface of his seme’s boots. “
~~
Well that’s it for now… *sigh* Review if ya
wish…I’d appreciate it. Feel free to flame, but I’ll just get bitter and ignore
you so don’t waste your time. NOTE! Helpful criticism is NOT a flame…if you
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