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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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Halloween Dream
Halloween Dream
By goku-m
This is submitted to the Halloween Contest of the SJS-ML.
Disclaimer: DBZ unfortunately is not mine. It belongs to some important publishing houses in Japan and the States. I just played with the charas, tortured them and gave them back in more or less good shape. This is a fanfiction, so no money involved.
Pairing: something new to the fandom, enjoy the sequel of Wild Thing, the first Radditz x Piccolo fic
Rating: NC 17
Warning: hot alien sex, lemon, general weirdness
Part 1
„So you are Piccolo,“ Radditz grinned at the tall green alien. “You are Namek, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know, I lost my memories and have no idea of my origins other, than that I am an identical clone of my father, who birthed me in the moment of his death. I grew up on this planet.”
“You want to know more about your origins? Let’s see!”
Radditz tipped a few small buttons on his scouter and said “Namek”. A long list of signs, incomprehensible for those who didn’t know intergalactical standard appeared with the informations about Namek.
“OK, Namek was a planet of a solar system some 50 lightyears away from Chikiyu. Due to a cosmic incident there was a sudden increase of its sun which destroyed most of the life on the planet. The sun came back to its normal stage after 10 years and life returned back to the planet slowly. Most of the namekians had died and their civilization had gone. It seems that the planet has repopularized slowly. Namekians are a race of botanical origin. They draw their energy through photosynthesis like plants and only need water and carbondioxide to survive. For procreation they either spit some kind of eggs or just split into several autonomous parts. Namekians have some minor metaphysical abilities, but the planet has been of no importance for the intergalactical economic organization governed by Lord Frieza.”
Piccolo looked at the alien warrior with a stunned look. So, he was an alien as well! That was the evidence he and his father had been looking for during all these years. He knew there was somebody else similar to him near this planet, Kami, as he felt him in his subconscious, but he still had no real idea of what their relationship was like. Now at least he knew the name of his origins. Planet Namek!
“And, what are you looking for on this planet, Radditz?”
“I am looking for my brother. I want to retrieve him and bring him back to Prince Vegeta.”
“Your brother? He is like you? An alien?”
“Yes, my brother, Kakarott, was sent to this planet just after he was born, to purge the planet and go back home. But our home planet was destroyed and Kakarott never showed up anywhere. So we guess, that he is still on this planet. But, as the planet has not been purged, I start to doubt it.”
The two tall alien warriors were still facing each other. There undoubtedly was a very strong mutual attraction. The air seemed heavy, like filled with a strange energy. Radditz grinned wryly and looked at the green being.
“Don’t mind to sit down or do you prefer standing all the time?”
The green demon smirked and sat down, never leaving his eyes from the alien.
“So you are alien, and look for your brother. How old should he be by now, and what are the characteristics of your race?”
Radditz unwinded his tail from his waist and what Piccolo had thought to be a furry belt turned out to be a long and strong tail.
“We have a tail. We are taller than the inhabitants of this planet and our power level is much stronger. In full-moon nights we turn into were-apes and destroy everything in our way…”, Radditz replied without any expression in his face. “And we are called saiyajin, from planet Vegeta, destroyed some 22 years ago. Our race is a warrior-race, bred to fight and kill.”
The atmosphere didn’t lose any of its tension around those two aliens, sitting together and talking like age-old friends. There was a stench of violence and fight, and it was like a miracle that they didn’t turn against each other. But there also was another stench, sweeter, heavy, mind-blowing, something unfamiliar to at least one of them. Piccolo had never sensed anything like this and he didn’t know yet the meaning of this.
Radditz sighed slightly and his eyes became leery, wandering over the impressive body of the man sitting in front of him.
“My heat… you smell and feel it, right?”
“Heat?” Piccolo seemed to be even more puzzled.
“Yes, I started to go into heat before I reached the planet. That’s why I left Vegeta. I cannot go into heat when I am close to him. It’s not right. I could lose control and do things I would surely regret afterwards, because Vegeta is my Prince.”
“Lose control? Do things?” Piccolo’s face did not reflect sheer intelligence.
Another heavy sigh left Radditz.
“When I go into heat I need sex, lots of sex until the urge is satisfied. Than I turn back to normal and the thing is over for the next few months. It’s seasonal and a tribute to our origins.”
Slowly Radditz moved closer to Piccolo and the expression in his eyes became more seductive.
“You feel it, right, Piccolo? You can’t go against it now, it’s like a spell. Take it easy, give in and you will enjoy it. I promise, I will be gentle. Don’t fight it, just give in and enjoy.”
The lightly whispered words of the saiyajin reached Piccolo’s mind as through a thick foggy layer, which was engulfing his wits and brain. He was no longer able to get a coherent thought, and he could not go against it, it felt so good, strange, horribly wrong but awfully good. He felt his skin heating and flushing.
Radditz smiled, quite satisfied of the result of his saiyajin pheromones. The slight purple haze in his opponent’s face was the undeceivable sign of the sexual need rising in the young man sitting in front of him. It was a nice morsel, green, but tall, well built of a proper power level, so he needed not to hold back in order not to kill him. Just what he needed for the heat. Again he sighed, but this time it was a sigh of relief.
Slowly he closed up with Piccolo and his hands started to wander over the namek’s body. Saiyan heat pheromones are really something! Once released, they are so strong, nobody can go against it! That’s why saiyans going into heat were severely isolated on the battleships in rooms without circulating air-conditioning. The air was specially filtered after it left the cell, otherwise the whole battleship would turn into a chaos of sexcrazed aliens. This also was the reason, why on planet Vegeta most people turned into heat at the same period of the year. Once somebody started, the pheromones of the others replied to his calling and the whole planet sank into chaos for several days. (No wonder Frieza had chosen this moment in time to destroy the saiyans. They were so sexcrazed, that nobody, except that Bardock-guy had noticed the actual threat.)
The tall green namek was making some interesting noises under the skilled hand of the saiyan warrior in heat. Radditz started to untie the cape and the battle gear, eager to see the tight green pecs and abs. Wow! It was a beauty! So young, a virgin, and so well built, a present of the heavens! With two other skilled manipulations the armor was gone and the spandex followed close. Now a huge muscled saiyan warrior with long black hair faced a huffing flushed green namek virgin writhing under his skilled hands. Unfortunately there was no outer evidence of maleness on the namek, but Radditz fingers finely found a suitable entrance to the body situated between the two long green legs.
His lips closed on the purple ones of his playmate, entering that strangely tasting mouth, exploring sharp teeth and a rough tongue. Piccolo felt like being in a dream, this could not be happening! No way! This… this… alien … was just about to … to…. He could not even think of it! But though his mind was screaming havoc in some part of his brain, the main parts of his body and brain just enjoyed that unexpected experience. Tasting that heavy sweet taste of the man above him in his mouth, Piccolo whined slightly in delight. It just was so easy to give in, to enjoy…..
The tongue was replaced by two digits and he sucked hard on them. He didn’t know why he did it, but somehow he knew it was the right thing to do. They were retreated again and replaced by the tongue and that mindblowing taste. All his senses were filled with this taste, screaming for more. Piccolo writhed in pleasure, while he felt two digits invading him and scissoring his waste-entrance. He was going to …. Oh, yes, he was going to get…. He blushed even several shades of purple deeper, as he felt no shame about it, because it just felt so overwhelmingly good.
The digits were replaced by something big and hard, slowly crawling into his body. It felt so weird, so filling, so…. His mind cracked… sizzled…. And he got the picture right this time… fucked! He, Piccolo, Demon King of this planet, was getting fucked by an alien warrior in heat. That part of his mind started to scream havoc and offense, but the other soothed it down, just telling him it was OK, it was soooooo good, and wonderful and nothing better ever could happen to him. And the numbed haze of lust returned back to him. Piccolo gave in and Radditz started a rhythmic pace of sliding in and out of his body. Yeah, it was what he needed after all these times he had to stay in the isolation chamber during his heat! It was living flesh and a writhing mate, all he needed now, all he longed for, and his job, the retrieval of his brother, has sunk back into the far beyond background of his cognition.
At the peak of his lust, just before he gave in into his climax he felt the urge, the irresistible urge to bite and he could not go against it, it was animalistic instinct. Radditz’ mouth aimed for the neck of the namek and two fangs hit the green flesh. Purple blood was flowing, drunk by a waiting and eager mouth, while the heighth of pleasure released his seed into the body of the writhing namek. A rhythmic twitching around his retreating manhood showed that he had done a good job because also the namek had reached his peak.
Finally two spent up and heaving aliens were recovering in the green grass under the sun and the blue sky of Chikyuu. Two aliens bound by a saiyan claim. The future of this planet had taken a strange and unexpected turn.
By goku-m
This is submitted to the Halloween Contest of the SJS-ML.
Disclaimer: DBZ unfortunately is not mine. It belongs to some important publishing houses in Japan and the States. I just played with the charas, tortured them and gave them back in more or less good shape. This is a fanfiction, so no money involved.
Pairing: something new to the fandom, enjoy the sequel of Wild Thing, the first Radditz x Piccolo fic
Rating: NC 17
Warning: hot alien sex, lemon, general weirdness
Part 1
„So you are Piccolo,“ Radditz grinned at the tall green alien. “You are Namek, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know, I lost my memories and have no idea of my origins other, than that I am an identical clone of my father, who birthed me in the moment of his death. I grew up on this planet.”
“You want to know more about your origins? Let’s see!”
Radditz tipped a few small buttons on his scouter and said “Namek”. A long list of signs, incomprehensible for those who didn’t know intergalactical standard appeared with the informations about Namek.
“OK, Namek was a planet of a solar system some 50 lightyears away from Chikiyu. Due to a cosmic incident there was a sudden increase of its sun which destroyed most of the life on the planet. The sun came back to its normal stage after 10 years and life returned back to the planet slowly. Most of the namekians had died and their civilization had gone. It seems that the planet has repopularized slowly. Namekians are a race of botanical origin. They draw their energy through photosynthesis like plants and only need water and carbondioxide to survive. For procreation they either spit some kind of eggs or just split into several autonomous parts. Namekians have some minor metaphysical abilities, but the planet has been of no importance for the intergalactical economic organization governed by Lord Frieza.”
Piccolo looked at the alien warrior with a stunned look. So, he was an alien as well! That was the evidence he and his father had been looking for during all these years. He knew there was somebody else similar to him near this planet, Kami, as he felt him in his subconscious, but he still had no real idea of what their relationship was like. Now at least he knew the name of his origins. Planet Namek!
“And, what are you looking for on this planet, Radditz?”
“I am looking for my brother. I want to retrieve him and bring him back to Prince Vegeta.”
“Your brother? He is like you? An alien?”
“Yes, my brother, Kakarott, was sent to this planet just after he was born, to purge the planet and go back home. But our home planet was destroyed and Kakarott never showed up anywhere. So we guess, that he is still on this planet. But, as the planet has not been purged, I start to doubt it.”
The two tall alien warriors were still facing each other. There undoubtedly was a very strong mutual attraction. The air seemed heavy, like filled with a strange energy. Radditz grinned wryly and looked at the green being.
“Don’t mind to sit down or do you prefer standing all the time?”
The green demon smirked and sat down, never leaving his eyes from the alien.
“So you are alien, and look for your brother. How old should he be by now, and what are the characteristics of your race?”
Radditz unwinded his tail from his waist and what Piccolo had thought to be a furry belt turned out to be a long and strong tail.
“We have a tail. We are taller than the inhabitants of this planet and our power level is much stronger. In full-moon nights we turn into were-apes and destroy everything in our way…”, Radditz replied without any expression in his face. “And we are called saiyajin, from planet Vegeta, destroyed some 22 years ago. Our race is a warrior-race, bred to fight and kill.”
The atmosphere didn’t lose any of its tension around those two aliens, sitting together and talking like age-old friends. There was a stench of violence and fight, and it was like a miracle that they didn’t turn against each other. But there also was another stench, sweeter, heavy, mind-blowing, something unfamiliar to at least one of them. Piccolo had never sensed anything like this and he didn’t know yet the meaning of this.
Radditz sighed slightly and his eyes became leery, wandering over the impressive body of the man sitting in front of him.
“My heat… you smell and feel it, right?”
“Heat?” Piccolo seemed to be even more puzzled.
“Yes, I started to go into heat before I reached the planet. That’s why I left Vegeta. I cannot go into heat when I am close to him. It’s not right. I could lose control and do things I would surely regret afterwards, because Vegeta is my Prince.”
“Lose control? Do things?” Piccolo’s face did not reflect sheer intelligence.
Another heavy sigh left Radditz.
“When I go into heat I need sex, lots of sex until the urge is satisfied. Than I turn back to normal and the thing is over for the next few months. It’s seasonal and a tribute to our origins.”
Slowly Radditz moved closer to Piccolo and the expression in his eyes became more seductive.
“You feel it, right, Piccolo? You can’t go against it now, it’s like a spell. Take it easy, give in and you will enjoy it. I promise, I will be gentle. Don’t fight it, just give in and enjoy.”
The lightly whispered words of the saiyajin reached Piccolo’s mind as through a thick foggy layer, which was engulfing his wits and brain. He was no longer able to get a coherent thought, and he could not go against it, it felt so good, strange, horribly wrong but awfully good. He felt his skin heating and flushing.
Radditz smiled, quite satisfied of the result of his saiyajin pheromones. The slight purple haze in his opponent’s face was the undeceivable sign of the sexual need rising in the young man sitting in front of him. It was a nice morsel, green, but tall, well built of a proper power level, so he needed not to hold back in order not to kill him. Just what he needed for the heat. Again he sighed, but this time it was a sigh of relief.
Slowly he closed up with Piccolo and his hands started to wander over the namek’s body. Saiyan heat pheromones are really something! Once released, they are so strong, nobody can go against it! That’s why saiyans going into heat were severely isolated on the battleships in rooms without circulating air-conditioning. The air was specially filtered after it left the cell, otherwise the whole battleship would turn into a chaos of sexcrazed aliens. This also was the reason, why on planet Vegeta most people turned into heat at the same period of the year. Once somebody started, the pheromones of the others replied to his calling and the whole planet sank into chaos for several days. (No wonder Frieza had chosen this moment in time to destroy the saiyans. They were so sexcrazed, that nobody, except that Bardock-guy had noticed the actual threat.)
The tall green namek was making some interesting noises under the skilled hand of the saiyan warrior in heat. Radditz started to untie the cape and the battle gear, eager to see the tight green pecs and abs. Wow! It was a beauty! So young, a virgin, and so well built, a present of the heavens! With two other skilled manipulations the armor was gone and the spandex followed close. Now a huge muscled saiyan warrior with long black hair faced a huffing flushed green namek virgin writhing under his skilled hands. Unfortunately there was no outer evidence of maleness on the namek, but Radditz fingers finely found a suitable entrance to the body situated between the two long green legs.
His lips closed on the purple ones of his playmate, entering that strangely tasting mouth, exploring sharp teeth and a rough tongue. Piccolo felt like being in a dream, this could not be happening! No way! This… this… alien … was just about to … to…. He could not even think of it! But though his mind was screaming havoc in some part of his brain, the main parts of his body and brain just enjoyed that unexpected experience. Tasting that heavy sweet taste of the man above him in his mouth, Piccolo whined slightly in delight. It just was so easy to give in, to enjoy…..
The tongue was replaced by two digits and he sucked hard on them. He didn’t know why he did it, but somehow he knew it was the right thing to do. They were retreated again and replaced by the tongue and that mindblowing taste. All his senses were filled with this taste, screaming for more. Piccolo writhed in pleasure, while he felt two digits invading him and scissoring his waste-entrance. He was going to …. Oh, yes, he was going to get…. He blushed even several shades of purple deeper, as he felt no shame about it, because it just felt so overwhelmingly good.
The digits were replaced by something big and hard, slowly crawling into his body. It felt so weird, so filling, so…. His mind cracked… sizzled…. And he got the picture right this time… fucked! He, Piccolo, Demon King of this planet, was getting fucked by an alien warrior in heat. That part of his mind started to scream havoc and offense, but the other soothed it down, just telling him it was OK, it was soooooo good, and wonderful and nothing better ever could happen to him. And the numbed haze of lust returned back to him. Piccolo gave in and Radditz started a rhythmic pace of sliding in and out of his body. Yeah, it was what he needed after all these times he had to stay in the isolation chamber during his heat! It was living flesh and a writhing mate, all he needed now, all he longed for, and his job, the retrieval of his brother, has sunk back into the far beyond background of his cognition.
At the peak of his lust, just before he gave in into his climax he felt the urge, the irresistible urge to bite and he could not go against it, it was animalistic instinct. Radditz’ mouth aimed for the neck of the namek and two fangs hit the green flesh. Purple blood was flowing, drunk by a waiting and eager mouth, while the heighth of pleasure released his seed into the body of the writhing namek. A rhythmic twitching around his retreating manhood showed that he had done a good job because also the namek had reached his peak.
Finally two spent up and heaving aliens were recovering in the green grass under the sun and the blue sky of Chikyuu. Two aliens bound by a saiyan claim. The future of this planet had taken a strange and unexpected turn.