One Shot

I don\'t own the Characters, they belong to Toriyama, a Japanese person who lives over a HUGE ocean far far away from where I live. The events that occur in this story do not really take place in the Anime or in the manga and are created strictly from my imagination. Again, Toriyama, not me....

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Sweat rolled down Vegeta’s face even while he reached for the towel that hung on a nearby wall. It was abysmally hot this summer, and despite all of Vegeta’s complaints that he needed air-conditioning where ever he went, his woman would not comply. Glancing over his shoulder at his sparing partner, he saw the idiot leaning over, panting and sweating. It was not healthy for a Siayan to get too hot and he could tell that Kakkarot was getting over heated. So was he himself. Drying his face, he snapped “Follow me, Bakkarot.” and left the high gravity chamber.

Vegeta needed a shower bad, but he would take care of his fellow Saiyan first and for most. Leading Goku into the kitchen, he found a large glass and a pitcher of water. Setting it down at the small table located in the corner of the kitchen, he forced Goku to sit down. “Drink up, you’ll need it for this evening’s session.” He said, making sure that Goku was going to drink the water before he disappeared upstairs to his personal bed and bath.

Stripping out of his sweat soaked spandex, he tossed the dirty clothing into the hamper in the corner of the neat room. Making his way across the cool carpet, he stood in front of the Air conditioning unit that he managed to badger from the woman at the beginning of the hot months. Sighing, he ran a hand through his thick, sweat drenched hair. Past time to wash the dirt from off of his gorgeous body.

Strolling away from the artic blast of the machine in his window, he headed for the full bath. Pulling back the curtain, he climbed in, turning on the water to ice cold. Nothing has ever felt better against his skin. Sighing, he let the spray get his hair, the weight of the moister bringing his hair down around his ears and shoulders.

“Ohhhhhh this feelllls goooodddddddddd…….”

Vegeta nearly jumped out of his skin, turning around, he found his nose brushing against a well defined chest. “WHAT THE HELL!” He cried, realizing who it was that interrupted his shower time. “KAKKKKKAAAAAARRRRRROOOOOOTTTTT! OUT, NOW!”

“Aw, but ‘Geta, that isn’t fair! I’m hot and sweaty too and none of the other rooms have air conditioning!” He whined, instantly earning a growl from the short prince. The spunky prince pulled back and threw a punch, only to have it caught by the quicker man’s oversized hand. “Come on ‘Geta…I could wash all the spots you can’t reach…” The over grown baka gave a big childish grin, one Vegeta just knew he couldn’t talk his way out of.

“FINE, but when were done, not a word of this to anyone! HAVE YOU GOT THAT BAKAYARO!” Vegeta snapped, yanking his hand back against his chest, his eyes narrowing at the grinning idiot. Turning around he grabbed the shampoo and threw it over his shoulder at Goku. “Wash my hair.”

Goku obeyed all to happily, scrubbing the scented soap into his prince’s hair with a light touch that had Vegeta shivering. “You like that?” Goku purred, a small smirk on his lips. The prince slapped his hands away and washed the soap out of his hair with a grunt. Goku’s smile just grew and the larger Saiyan reached for the bar soap, running it between his hands, working up a good lather.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking of doing to me Kakkarot, but it will not work. You will not catch me with my guard down.” Vegeta said, glancing over his shoulder at the madly grinning man behind him. That grin was starting to make him feel uneasy. There was something happening, he wasn’t sure what, but it couldn’t be a very bright plan if Goku was involved.

Feeling hot, delicate hands on his back, he shivered once more. That felt too good to even admit to himself. He wanted to move into that touch, he wanted to purr his satisfaction when those hands began to massage his aching muscles. However, he had greater control over himself than that and so he kept his mouth clamped shut. Not a sound escaped him until those hands found their way to his tail scar.

“AH…” He nearly yelped, pleasure rocking his whole frame and blazing a trail to his groin, which was now quickly growing erect. “Kakkarot! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled, looking over his shoulder at the Saiyan behind him. He was about ready to blast the damned idiot right out of his bathroom, and off of this mortal coil. When those hands did the most amazing thing to his sensitive tail spot. Moaning, he arched his back. Okay, so maybe he wouldn’t blast the idiot now…but if he dared to stop doing that….

“You like this, Hmmm Vegeta?” He purred in the prince’s ear, his body now pressing against the Prince’s back.

Vegeta could feel something hard pressing into his back and he gulped, “Kakkarot.” He breathed, and that hand stopped stroking his tail spot, coming around to grasp the hard object between his legs. Whimpering, he pressed back against Goku’s firm body.

“My instincts are telling me to make you feel good.” Goku whispered, slowly sliding his hand up and down Vegeta’s arousal. “What are your instincts telling you?”

Vegeta would not answer that, he never would. He’d show the baka what his instincts were telling him. Turning around, he shoved Goku away from him, the lust clear in his shiny black eyes. Vegeta took in the fine cut of the man before him, the muscles, the large, thick erection that begged for attention. Licking his lips, he pressed himself against the larger man, pulling Goku down for a brutal kiss.

He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of doing this earlier, this had to be one the best feelings in the world. Vegeta practically screamed Goku’s Saiyajin name when the Bakarot spread himself out before him and pressed at that old tail scar again.

“Fuck me,” Goku panted, groaning and bucking his hips to rub his need against Vegeta’s washboard stomach. The mere motion drew a chuckle from Vegeta’s swollen lips. Tangling a hand into Goku’s wet locks, he dragged the man down and rapped his mouth once more.

Looping an arm around Goku’s waist, Vegeta found the tell tail mark of a scar above a well muscled ass and began to rub it fiercely, drawing sharp gasps and moans from his victim. His lips wondered over a strong neck and shoulder and Vegeta’s fingers wondered lower, finding a puckered opening. He had no lubrication, but he was hoping that the water around them was enough. Pausing, he reached back and turned up the heat. Cold water was not doing them any good now. They needed some steam to make this right.

Massaging the puckered opening in Goku’s ass, Vegeta turned his attention to a hard nipple. Lapping at it, he nipped and teased the nub, loving the way Goku writhed above him. Inserting a finger into Goku’s tight heat, he began to prepare his peace of meat for the fucking of a life time.

“Vegetaaahhhh,” Goku cried, pressing against Vegeta’s questing fingers. He’d never been touched like this before, but he knew he couldn’t live without this sort of contact. When another finger pushed into him, he winced, pain lacing up his spine. The feeling of a fiery hot, wet mouth closing around his arousal had him crying out again, his hands tangling in the prince’s hair.

Those fingers brushed against something deep inside of him and Goku nearly lost himself, his world whirling black around him. The prince was chuckling, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. The irresistible pleasure those fingers in him brought, radiated through Goku once more, nearly blinding in it’s intensity. He couldn’t even begin to fathom what that wonderful sensation was, even if he could think strait enough to analyze his position. All he knew was that he wanted more and the prince was giving him all he could ever want and more.

“You like this?” Vegeta whispered before his tongue wrapped itself back around Goku’s weeping head to taste him. Goku gave an inaudible sound, bucking wildly forward, seed suddenly erupting from him like a geyser.

Laughing out right, Vegeta ran his fingers through the mess the man had left on his collar bone. Brining his fingers to his lips, he purred raucously. “You taste good.” He informed his new found friend and longtime sparing partner. Standing back up, he caught Goku’s lips, removing his fingers from Goku’s perfect ass. Yes, Goku was ready, Vegeta could tell by the wanton way the other Saiyan kissed him.

Spreading Goku’s legs once more, he positioned himself, ready to take his prize. He was surprised when the larger Saiyan pushed him away. Finding himself on his back in the middle of the large shower stall, he discovered a large, horny Saiyan straddling his waist. “This…is much better,” Goku purred, already repositioning the prince. Lowering himself, he gave a grunt and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain.

Vegeta bucked up into his partner. Never before had he’d felt anything this hot and tight. Not even Bulma had felt like this on their wedding night. He lay there for what felt like for ever, just trying to catch his breath, when Goku rotated his sweet, tight ass. Vegeta’s instincts kicked in at full force and he began to pound up into the man he used to pound into the ground with his fists and feet. How ironic that they would end up like this, pounding at each other, bruising flesh, and loving every moment of it.

Goku dragged Vegeta up off of the tiled floor, burying his tongue in the Prince’s gaping mouth. Vegeta wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist even as Goku was wrapping his trembling legs around the Prince’s waist. They never heard the door open, or see the surprised look upon a certain blue haired woman’s face.

They were so close to reaching perfection together, their hands exploring every sensitive spot on the other’s body. Vegeta’s hand stroking and pulling at an erection that he had, only moments before, been sucking in the same manner. Goku arched his back, an animalistic snarl breaking forth form his throat. Vegeta couldn’t resist, he bit the other’s throat at the junction between that perfect neck and broad shoulders. A mark meant to show a claim and a bond. Goku whimpered at the pain, even as his body began to tremble and shake, orgasm reaching out to grasp the large Saiyan.

“VEGETA!”

The prince loved the way his name was screamed, and repeated in a breathy, whiny voice. The mere sound of it sent him to his end. Slamming into his partner one last time, he spilled his seed. Filling Goku in the best way possible.

As they separated, Goku couldn’t help but smile. “My…plan worked…so well…” He panted, beginning to laugh.

“Plan?” Vegeta asked, looking confused, tired and yet so sated he couldn’t care less what Goku was saying.

“Yeah plan…I’ve wanted you for a long time. Vegetahhh. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me…so…I planed this whole shower thing…”

Vegeta looked seriously pissed for about five seconds before he burst into fits of laughter. Goku couldn’t help but smile, and laugh along with his prince. He didn’t know what was so funny, but he was happy. He had his Vegeta at last.


THE END.