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Spiral	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8200 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this.

Warnings: Rated PG, but the chapters get progressively worse and more offensive.

I think it fair to warn everyone that this story is going into squick land. There will be some very offensive subjects such as: Water sports or Golden showers (urination or pee) Asphyxiation (choking) and slight Scat, (this means stool, as in poop.). Along with the milder BDSM (bondage [tied up], sadistic/masochism [I like giving pain/I like receiving pain]). Implied Snuff, (people being killed during sex.) NC (Non-consensual sex, more strongly known as rape.)

And finally yaoi lemon: men having sex with men. K/V.

Now with all the warnings above, if you still choose to read this story, I don’t expect to see any flames. Curious or grossed out comments are totally to be expected though.

Chapter 1 – Itch

No one understood him, and really, he never wanted anyone to be able to understand him. To be able to understand him meant you had to have either been what he had been through, which was a hellish dimension he wished only one or two entities to, or the individual had to have a very active imagination.

There were things he needed, no, wanted, because of his past. Things no one on this mud ball was able to supply him with. Sure, there were some who came close; those creatures who thrived off of the pain and humiliation they caused in others, but he couldn’t bring himself to just let it happen. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he lowered himself to anyone’s level in order to feed this neurotic craving. Especially not to someone he could kill in a heartbeat. Even the thought brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

He needed someone who could force him into that breach: someone who could back him into a corner where he had no out, so he couldn’t blame himself for being there. The thought dismayed him even as it wouldn’t stop hounding him. He required someone who could make it happen.

There was only one person on the planet, and possibly in the universe, that could do this. There was one problem with seeking this person’s assistance though. This particular person would never willingly use his strength or power to overwhelm another person in the sexually twisted way Vegeta ingloriously lusted for.

This was something he’d hidden from Bulma and tried to deal with on his own, but there were times he knew she could tell she was not enough, and he regretted he had made her feel inadequate. She deserved better than trying to second-guess what she was doing wrong. He should be happy he had a mate that loved him in the present. He should not be inclining towards the darkness that made up his past.

His youthful stabilities had been compromised, and like ivy growing over a concrete building, it had steadily eroded his foundation away. Sure, you could pull the ivy off, but the irreversible surface corrosion and internal attrition had already happened.

At first, when he had been wished back to this life and brought to this planet, he thought there must have been some god out there that had been listening to his pathetic requests. Later he found he wasn’t satisfied with the answers his prayers had been given. It was like someone who had taken the wine away from a wino. The vagabond didn’t need it, in fact, knew he was better off without it, but it didn’t stop him from wanting it all the same, and feeling deprived because he didn’t have it.

And of course, what if he was wrong? What if he only thought he wanted it, but when it came to it, he really didn’t? He wanted control of a situation where he had no control. If that wasn’t rationally skewed, then he had no idea what was.

He sat at one of the computer desks in the Capsule Corporation data entry lab. It wasn’t a place he usually visited, but on occasion, he had a need to find information, and the Internet was one of the best tools available on this planet.

He held a pocket watch Trunks and Goten had been playing with earlier that day, before he taken it from them. Trunks had been trying to ‘hypnotize’ Goten into acting like a chicken. The game they had been playing had been too close to treacherous ground, a dangerous pastime. Mind control was something he thought should never to be considered as benign as a ‘game’. It reminded Vegeta too much of things he had witnessed while in service to Frieza.

The lizard had had quite a few species in his employ that were able to manipulate peoples’ thoughts, to make them behave in abnormal ways. The prince had witnessed everything from people giving away information they had sworn on death they would never speak of, and twice, weaker beings had actually been convinced to kill themselves, just for the tyrant’s amusement.

As Vegeta studied links to this word ‘hypnotize’, he realized that even if he didn’t have such developed clairvoyant abilities, he could still, possibly, influence people in a like manner. And the possibility of being able to influence one person in particular made him shiver in exhilarated trepidation. He turned his attention back to the computer. He knew what the possibilities were. Now he needed to learn this technique.

~o0o~

Goku stood outside of the gravity room, wondering why Vegeta would invite him here. Usually, if Vegeta were in the mood to spar, they’d have gone to some place more open.

The gravity room was anything but open. Although he understood the concept of training under the pressure, Goku had always preferred to train out in the fresh air, with lots of space. He had theorized that Vegeta wasn’t really used to training in such a spacious atmosphere and that was why the loner usually trained in his artificial environment, and didn’t seem to enjoy the outdoors as much as he did.

The gravity chamber door opened up a few moments after his knock and Goku stepped inside to find Vegeta in his usual training outfit, “Hi Vegeta. I didn’t want to just come in like last time.” Goku didn’t want a repeat of the last time he had opened the chamber unannounced. Vegeta had fired ki balls at him and hit the house instead of Goku when he had dodged. The day hadn’t turned out so well.

“Thank you for your consideration,” Vegeta said.

Goku’s brows narrowed at Vegeta’s reply, but he didn’t let himself become baited, “So, why did you invite me over? Are we going to spar?”

Vegeta pressed the button to close the door, and shook his head in response to Goku’s question. “No, I’ve invited you over so we could…meditate.”

“Oh, well, why don’t we go outside and do that Vegeta? You know I like the outdoors better for that sort of thing,” Goku started.

“You prefer the outdoors for everything,” Vegeta pointed out as he sat on the floor. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind too much this one time meditating in here.” The prince wanted to keep the baka in a sterile atmosphere.

Goku scratched the back of his head. It was true, he usually convinced Vegeta to go outside after a bit, so in a way, he always got his way. He decided he could compromise this once.

“Okay Vegeta,” he said, sitting down. “What did you want to meditate on? I hope you don’t want to try to get me to remember my programming from before I came to Earth. That’s pretty much useless information now anyways.”

Vegeta gave Goku an undecipherable look and said, “No, I was hoping you’d be willing to focus on my ki while I try to learn the instant transmission technique.”

Goku grinned a huge grin at that. “Wow, okay Vegeta. It’s been a while since you wanted to try to learn that from me. I remember the last time….”

Vegeta interrupted Goku before he could continue with that horrible memory, “I think we should try it another way this time. You and I think very differently, and it only makes sense that I would learn differently than you.”

Goku thought about what Vegeta had said and nodded his head in agreement. It really did make sense, “Okay, so, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, you said it requires a ki target to lock on to?” Vegeta asked.

“Yep, I can’t get to a place where there are no people,” Goku confirmed.

“And then? How do you do the transmission?” Vegeta asked.

Goku sighed; he needed to figure out a way Vegeta could understand what he was trying to explain. Some way he hadn’t tried before; he had failed miserably when he had tried to explain that you just picture yourself standing next to that person and then you were there.

“Well,” Goku began, “You already know how to read ki, so that’s not going to be a problem. I guess it’s a matter of being able to focus on a person strongly enough to go to them. You have to want to be with that person, exactly where they are. I always have an easier time going to someone I care for rather than someone who is just an acquaintance,” Goku said, still trying to think of something that would help Vegeta out in his request.

“I guess it’s like letting yourself flow to them as well as wanting to be there. You kind of have to let your ki be pulled by them, sort of like they are a magnet,” Goku thought that was a better way of explaining than he had done before, and it would also explain why Vegeta was having a hard time learning the technique. Vegeta didn’t care enough about anyone to let his ki be manipulated by them.

“So why do you always place your fingers to your forehead?” Vegeta asked.

At first, Goku was surprised, and then he laughed, “Ah, that’s the part I’ve been neglecting. It’s sort of like a physical command. If all it took were to think about someone strongly enough, then I’d be instantly transmitting every time I searched out a ki. I’ve trained myself to respond to the touching of my forehead: sort of like a trigger or button I guess. I don’t go until the trigger has been pulled.”

He looked up to see if Vegeta had any thoughts on the matter, because the prince hadn’t said anything. Vegeta did have a thoughtful look on his face though and Goku wondered what he was thinking about.

He didn’t have to wait long before he received an answer. “So, if I could manipulate a ball of my ki to be independent and sustainable for say…5 minutes, you’d be able to teleport to it?”

Goku scratched his head, thinking about it, “I don’t know. I suppose I could…I’ve just never tried it. What would happen if I were able to detect both you and the ki ball? I don’t know if I would be able to teleport at all, or even worse, I’d try to go in both directions and be pulled apart in the process.”

“Well,” Vegeta said, thinking, “I could always suppress my ki as far as it could go once I had created the ki ball.”

Goku was kind of excited about the prospect. He didn’t have any idea what use it would be, but there was always potential in expounding one’s knowledge, “Let’s give it a shot Vegeta.”

Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk as he created a small ki ball and suspended it just over his left hand, ‘This is too easy,’ he thought to himself, rolling the bluish ball of ki back and forth slowly between his hands. Up one palm and back down it, only to do the same in the other. “I want you to focus on the ball of my ki, Kakarott, as I start to suppress my own,” he said.

Goku nodded, sort of impressed by the display of ki manipulation going on in front of his nose. At first, it was very difficult to tell the difference between the ball and Vegeta himself. He focused harder, trying to detect the decline in Vegeta’s personal aura. “Wow Vegeta, this is kind of soothing. I think I could watch you do that for hours,” Goku commented.

Vegeta smirked again, but said, “Shhhh, focus.”

Goku nodded, his eyes hadn’t blinked in quite a few moments. His shoulders started to relax, and he started to slouch in his sitting position.

“Do I have your full attention Kakarott?” Vegeta asked, not letting his voice fluctuate much.

“Yes,” Goku responded, his eyes following the ball back and forth.

Vegeta continued to roll the ball, but now he was using the surface of the back of his hands as well as his palms, keeping a steady, yet complex pattern, “Do you remember what we were doing Kakarott?”

Goku nodded, “Focusing on the ki ball,” he answered.

“We’re going to change that focus,” Vegeta stated.

“Okay,” Goku responded.

“I want you to focus on my voice now,” Vegeta hoped he had the man where he wanted him.

“Okay Vegeta, I’m listening,” Goku said.

“I need you to do something for me. Something I wouldn’t be able to ask any one else, because they are not sayian, and they are not you.”

“I’d do almost anything for you Vegeta.”

“Almost anything? What wouldn’t you do for me?” Vegeta asked, surprised at the admission from the other.

“I wouldn’t take an innocent life for you,” Goku responded.

“If you could remember your sayian self, do you think you would?” Vegeta asked.

“He’s always there,” Goku responded.

“Who’s always there?” Vegeta asked, again surprised by the answer.

“Kakarott. We may not remember the stuff we learned from Vegeta-sei, but he’s always there, under the surface,” Goku said.

This was a decidedly strange development. Vegeta had never seen any indication ‘Goku’ had had any sayian inclinations in his day-to-day life, but it was useful information, very useful.

“I’m going to give you two words, and if I say one, you will be able to let your sayian self break the surface, if I say the other, you will revert back to your human constraints,” Vegeta said.

Goku nodded in response, but didn’t say anything, waiting for the words.

“If I say ‘repent’ your sayian side will be free to act. If I say ‘fusion’ you will let your human behaviors have control again. Your human personality will never remember what your sayian personality does. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know Vegeta. He’s really not a nice guy,” Goku warned.

“Kakarott, I am sayian, I know how different we are from humans. I am not going to mind seeing you behave differently than you normally do,” Vegeta coaxed.

“You won’t be afraid?” Goku asked.

“No Kakarott, I won’t be afraid.” Vegeta let the reaction he would usually have at such a question slide.

“Okay then: Repent, I let him out, fusion, I behave like normal and have no memory of what it was I did,” Goku answered.

“I am going to let the ki ball go now,” Vegeta warned, as he stood up, “Our conversation will be over, but you will react just as suggested.”

Goku whined, but didn’t make any other protest.

“Repent,” Vegeta said, just as he let the ki ball go out.

Kakarott’s reaction was almost instantaneous. Vegeta found his back pressed up against the wall of the G.R. with the taller sayian’s forearm pressing into his throat, “So what exactly would the Prince of all Sayians expect from such a stupid little stunt?” Kakarott’s hot breath tantalized Vegeta’s ear.

Even though Vegeta was certain there was nothing sexual supposed to be derived from this approach, he couldn’t help but feel the depraved responses coming back to him, “I certainly wasn’t expecting to be forced against a wall.”

Kakarott laughed, releasing his captive for a moment, “Maybe it’s not ‘Goku’ that’s been so changed after all.”

Vegeta responded with a smirk, “Let’s spar…Outside.”

Kakarott grinned back.

~o0o~

AFF Forum Discussion page - http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/22911-spiral-by-macha/

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this.

Warnings: Rated PG, but the chapters get progressively worse and more offensive.

I think it fair to warn everyone that this story is going into squick land. There will be some very offensive subjects such as: Water sports or Golden showers (urination or pee) Asphyxiation (choking) and slight Scat, (this means stool, as in poop.). Along with the milder BDSM (bondage [tied up], sadistic/masochism [I like giving pain/I like receiving pain]). Implied Snuff, (people being killed during sex.) NC (Non-consensual sex, more strongly known as rape.)

And finally yaoi lemon: men having sex with men. K/V.

Now with all the warnings above, if you still choose to read this story, I don’t expect to see any flames. Curious or grossed out comments are totally to be expected though.

Chapter 1 – Itch

No one understood him, and really, he never wanted anyone to be able to understand him. To be able to understand him meant you had to have either been what he had been through, which was a hellish dimension he wished only one or two entities to, or the individual had to have a very active imagination.

There were things he needed, no, wanted, because of his past. Things no one on this mud ball was able to supply him with. Sure, there were some who came close; those creatures who thrived off of the pain and humiliation they caused in others, but he couldn’t bring himself to just let it happen. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he lowered himself to anyone’s level in order to feed this neurotic craving. Especially not to someone he could kill in a heartbeat. Even the thought brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

He needed someone who could force him into that breach: someone who could back him into a corner where he had no out, so he couldn’t blame himself for being there. The thought dismayed him even as it wouldn’t stop hounding him. He required someone who could make it happen.

There was only one person on the planet, and possibly in the universe, that could do this. There was one problem with seeking this person’s assistance though. This particular person would never willingly use his strength or power to overwhelm another person in the sexually twisted way Vegeta ingloriously lusted for.

This was something he’d hidden from Bulma and tried to deal with on his own, but there were times he knew she could tell she was not enough, and he regretted he had made her feel inadequate. She deserved better than trying to second-guess what she was doing wrong. He should be happy he had a mate that loved him in the present. He should not be inclining towards the darkness that made up his past.

His youthful stabilities had been compromised, and like ivy growing over a concrete building, it had steadily eroded his foundation away. Sure, you could pull the ivy off, but the irreversible surface corrosion and internal attrition had already happened.

At first, when he had been wished back to this life and brought to this planet, he thought there must have been some god out there that had been listening to his pathetic requests. Later he found he wasn’t satisfied with the answers his prayers had been given. It was like someone who had taken the wine away from a wino. The vagabond didn’t need it, in fact, knew he was better off without it, but it didn’t stop him from wanting it all the same, and feeling deprived because he didn’t have it.

And of course, what if he was wrong? What if he only thought he wanted it, but when it came to it, he really didn’t? He wanted control of a situation where he had no control. If that wasn’t rationally skewed, then he had no idea what was.

He sat at one of the computer desks in the Capsule Corporation data entry lab. It wasn’t a place he usually visited, but on occasion, he had a need to find information, and the Internet was one of the best tools available on this planet.

He held a pocket watch Trunks and Goten had been playing with earlier that day, before he taken it from them. Trunks had been trying to ‘hypnotize’ Goten into acting like a chicken. The game they had been playing had been too close to treacherous ground, a dangerous pastime. Mind control was something he thought should never to be considered as benign as a ‘game’. It reminded Vegeta too much of things he had witnessed while in service to Frieza.

The lizard had had quite a few species in his employ that were able to manipulate peoples’ thoughts, to make them behave in abnormal ways. The prince had witnessed everything from people giving away information they had sworn on death they would never speak of, and twice, weaker beings had actually been convinced to kill themselves, just for the tyrant’s amusement.

As Vegeta studied links to this word ‘hypnotize’, he realized that even if he didn’t have such developed clairvoyant abilities, he could still, possibly, influence people in a like manner. And the possibility of being able to influence one person in particular made him shiver in exhilarated trepidation. He turned his attention back to the computer. He knew what the possibilities were. Now he needed to learn this technique.

~o0o~

Goku stood outside of the gravity room, wondering why Vegeta would invite him here. Usually, if Vegeta were in the mood to spar, they’d have gone to some place more open.

The gravity room was anything but open. Although he understood the concept of training under the pressure, Goku had always preferred to train out in the fresh air, with lots of space. He had theorized that Vegeta wasn’t really used to training in such a spacious atmosphere and that was why the loner usually trained in his artificial environment, and didn’t seem to enjoy the outdoors as much as he did.

The gravity chamber door opened up a few moments after his knock and Goku stepped inside to find Vegeta in his usual training outfit, “Hi Vegeta. I didn’t want to just come in like last time.” Goku didn’t want a repeat of the last time he had opened the chamber unannounced. Vegeta had fired ki balls at him and hit the house instead of Goku when he had dodged. The day hadn’t turned out so well.

“Thank you for your consideration,” Vegeta said.

Goku’s brows narrowed at Vegeta’s reply, but he didn’t let himself become baited, “So, why did you invite me over? Are we going to spar?”

Vegeta pressed the button to close the door, and shook his head in response to Goku’s question. “No, I’ve invited you over so we could…meditate.”

“Oh, well, why don’t we go outside and do that Vegeta? You know I like the outdoors better for that sort of thing,” Goku started.

“You prefer the outdoors for everything,” Vegeta pointed out as he sat on the floor. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind too much this one time meditating in here.” The prince wanted to keep the baka in a sterile atmosphere.

Goku scratched the back of his head. It was true, he usually convinced Vegeta to go outside after a bit, so in a way, he always got his way. He decided he could compromise this once.

“Okay Vegeta,” he said, sitting down. “What did you want to meditate on? I hope you don’t want to try to get me to remember my programming from before I came to Earth. That’s pretty much useless information now anyways.”

Vegeta gave Goku an undecipherable look and said, “No, I was hoping you’d be willing to focus on my ki while I try to learn the instant transmission technique.”

Goku grinned a huge grin at that. “Wow, okay Vegeta. It’s been a while since you wanted to try to learn that from me. I remember the last time….”

Vegeta interrupted Goku before he could continue with that horrible memory, “I think we should try it another way this time. You and I think very differently, and it only makes sense that I would learn differently than you.”

Goku thought about what Vegeta had said and nodded his head in agreement. It really did make sense, “Okay, so, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, you said it requires a ki target to lock on to?” Vegeta asked.

“Yep, I can’t get to a place where there are no people,” Goku confirmed.

“And then? How do you do the transmission?” Vegeta asked.

Goku sighed; he needed to figure out a way Vegeta could understand what he was trying to explain. Some way he hadn’t tried before; he had failed miserably when he had tried to explain that you just picture yourself standing next to that person and then you were there.

“Well,” Goku began, “You already know how to read ki, so that’s not going to be a problem. I guess it’s a matter of being able to focus on a person strongly enough to go to them. You have to want to be with that person, exactly where they are. I always have an easier time going to someone I care for rather than someone who is just an acquaintance,” Goku said, still trying to think of something that would help Vegeta out in his request.

“I guess it’s like letting yourself flow to them as well as wanting to be there. You kind of have to let your ki be pulled by them, sort of like they are a magnet,” Goku thought that was a better way of explaining than he had done before, and it would also explain why Vegeta was having a hard time learning the technique. Vegeta didn’t care enough about anyone to let his ki be manipulated by them.

“So why do you always place your fingers to your forehead?” Vegeta asked.

At first, Goku was surprised, and then he laughed, “Ah, that’s the part I’ve been neglecting. It’s sort of like a physical command. If all it took were to think about someone strongly enough, then I’d be instantly transmitting every time I searched out a ki. I’ve trained myself to respond to the touching of my forehead: sort of like a trigger or button I guess. I don’t go until the trigger has been pulled.”

He looked up to see if Vegeta had any thoughts on the matter, because the prince hadn’t said anything. Vegeta did have a thoughtful look on his face though and Goku wondered what he was thinking about.

He didn’t have to wait long before he received an answer. “So, if I could manipulate a ball of my ki to be independent and sustainable for say…5 minutes, you’d be able to teleport to it?”

Goku scratched his head, thinking about it, “I don’t know. I suppose I could…I’ve just never tried it. What would happen if I were able to detect both you and the ki ball? I don’t know if I would be able to teleport at all, or even worse, I’d try to go in both directions and be pulled apart in the process.”

“Well,” Vegeta said, thinking, “I could always suppress my ki as far as it could go once I had created the ki ball.”

Goku was kind of excited about the prospect. He didn’t have any idea what use it would be, but there was always potential in expounding one’s knowledge, “Let’s give it a shot Vegeta.”

Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk as he created a small ki ball and suspended it just over his left hand, ‘This is too easy,’ he thought to himself, rolling the bluish ball of ki back and forth slowly between his hands. Up one palm and back down it, only to do the same in the other. “I want you to focus on the ball of my ki, Kakarott, as I start to suppress my own,” he said.

Goku nodded, sort of impressed by the display of ki manipulation going on in front of his nose. At first, it was very difficult to tell the difference between the ball and Vegeta himself. He focused harder, trying to detect the decline in Vegeta’s personal aura. “Wow Vegeta, this is kind of soothing. I think I could watch you do that for hours,” Goku commented.

Vegeta smirked again, but said, “Shhhh, focus.”

Goku nodded, his eyes hadn’t blinked in quite a few moments. His shoulders started to relax, and he started to slouch in his sitting position.

“Do I have your full attention Kakarott?” Vegeta asked, not letting his voice fluctuate much.

“Yes,” Goku responded, his eyes following the ball back and forth.

Vegeta continued to roll the ball, but now he was using the surface of the back of his hands as well as his palms, keeping a steady, yet complex pattern, “Do you remember what we were doing Kakarott?”

Goku nodded, “Focusing on the ki ball,” he answered.

“We’re going to change that focus,” Vegeta stated.

“Okay,” Goku responded.

“I want you to focus on my voice now,” Vegeta hoped he had the man where he wanted him.

“Okay Vegeta, I’m listening,” Goku said.

“I need you to do something for me. Something I wouldn’t be able to ask any one else, because they are not sayian, and they are not you.”

“I’d do almost anything for you Vegeta.”

“Almost anything? What wouldn’t you do for me?” Vegeta asked, surprised at the admission from the other.

“I wouldn’t take an innocent life for you,” Goku responded.

“If you could remember your sayian self, do you think you would?” Vegeta asked.

“He’s always there,” Goku responded.

“Who’s always there?” Vegeta asked, again surprised by the answer.

“Kakarott. We may not remember the stuff we learned from Vegeta-sei, but he’s always there, under the surface,” Goku said.

This was a decidedly strange development. Vegeta had never seen any indication ‘Goku’ had had any sayian inclinations in his day-to-day life, but it was useful information, very useful.

“I’m going to give you two words, and if I say one, you will be able to let your sayian self break the surface, if I say the other, you will revert back to your human constraints,” Vegeta said.

Goku nodded in response, but didn’t say anything, waiting for the words.

“If I say ‘repent’ your sayian side will be free to act. If I say ‘fusion’ you will let your human behaviors have control again. Your human personality will never remember what your sayian personality does. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know Vegeta. He’s really not a nice guy,” Goku warned.

“Kakarott, I am sayian, I know how different we are from humans. I am not going to mind seeing you behave differently than you normally do,” Vegeta coaxed.

“You won’t be afraid?” Goku asked.

“No Kakarott, I won’t be afraid.” Vegeta let the reaction he would usually have at such a question slide.

“Okay then: Repent, I let him out, fusion, I behave like normal and have no memory of what it was I did,” Goku answered.

“I am going to let the ki ball go now,” Vegeta warned, as he stood up, “Our conversation will be over, but you will react just as suggested.”

Goku whined, but didn’t make any other protest.

“Repent,” Vegeta said, just as he let the ki ball go out.

Kakarott’s reaction was almost instantaneous. Vegeta found his back pressed up against the wall of the G.R. with the taller sayian’s forearm pressing into his throat, “So what exactly would the Prince of all Sayians expect from such a stupid little stunt?” Kakarott’s hot breath tantalized Vegeta’s ear.

Even though Vegeta was certain there was nothing sexual supposed to be derived from this approach, he couldn’t help but feel the depraved responses coming back to him, “I certainly wasn’t expecting to be forced against a wall.”

Kakarott laughed, releasing his captive for a moment, “Maybe it’s not ‘Goku’ that’s been so changed after all.”

Vegeta responded with a smirk, “Let’s spar…Outside.”

Kakarott grinned back.

~o0o~
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