Pure Evil

Summary: Kakarott puts Vegeta in his place … and Vegeta
likes it.

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, lemon, yaoi, BDSM, pole dancing, people who
think too much during sex, Saiyan culture theories. Possible OOC.

Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sell, don’t ask, don’t tell.

I wrote this story because, while there are plenty of fics
featuring Vegeta as submissive, there aren’t many with (a) BDSM content and (b)
Vegeta as willingly submissive. With the exception of Macha’s excellent but
very dark “Spiral.” There was nothing out there exactly to my taste …so I wrote
one. ^^;

Pure Evil

By Sefiru

“I don’t have
time for this.” Effortlessly powering up, Kakarott slams me into the cliff wall
and holds me there. I blink in surprise. I’ve only been taunting him as usual,
not even with much anger to it, and he’s never reacted like this before.
Usually he laughs it off, occasionally loses his temper – but this is neither.
He’s calm. Too calm; as if he can’t be bothered to fight me, and just intends
to smack me down. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“The world is
not in danger from androids, Ice-jins, genetic experiments or anything else,”
he continues, “and I see no reason why I should continue to salve your ego by
putting up with your petty insults.” I can’t hide my shock at this
announcement, and he smirks at my expression. “Don’t tell me you actually fell
for that ‘Goku’ act, Vegeta. I thought you were smarter than that.”

I look away,
embarrassed. I really should have known better; nobody can be that stupid and
fight that well. I had let myself be tricked …self-deception has always been a
defense of mine. I convinced myself I was evil, to deny how miserable I felt
every time I destroyed a planet. I agreed that Kakarott was an imbecile because
then I wouldn’t be second best. I forced myself to be arrogant so that I would
not admit that I wanted …

“What’s the
matter, prince? Aren’t you going to fight back?” I blink again. Kakarott has
had me pinned to the rock for more than two minutes and the thought of escaping
has never crossed my mind.

“Let me go,
Kakarott.” It doesn’t sound very convincing.

He leans in,
eyes narrowed. “I don’t think so. Not until you tell me what’s gotten into
you.” He lifts his free hand and wraps it around my throat – not pressing, just
there. I still make no move to escape. The rational part of my mind insists
that this can’t be happening, but a deeper, simpler part is screaming with joy.

And now I
understand what’s going on. As I’ve been telling him for years, Saiyans are all
about strength. My title and bloodline are irrelevant and so is his lower class
origin; Kakarott is stronger. Period. And now that our various deceptions are
removed, instinct is taking its course.

A species as
aggressive as Saiyans must have a control mechanism if it’s not going to kill
itself off, not to mention form a functional society. Hence this … submission
response. My pride is ruined but I can’t bring myself to care; the instinct is
too strong.

style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I think Kakarott is starting to understand
too. There is a gleam in his eye and he rubs his thumb along my jawline. I
purr, and he grins. I’m angry at myself for giving in so easily, the conscious
part of my mind that says I’m too proud to knuckle under – too suspicious to
trust anyone with that power.

But however much
I claim otherwise, I do trust Kakarott. With life, with honor, even with my
identity when we fuse. And he returns that trust a hundredfold; who else does
he ask to guard his back, to watch over his family, to take over the task when
he falls? That simple confession brings me more pride than all the power and all
the victories I’ve accumulated. Kakarott trusts me. I
relax under his grip; the instincts are strong in him too, he will not
willingly hurt something that doesn’t fight back. Or children, either – which
would explain his human friends, for they are truly as weak as Saiyan children.
As much as I have mocked him about it over the years, where it matters Kakarott
is Saiyan to the core.

He presses his
body close and my legs fall open, all traces of resistance long gone. “Say it,
Vegeta.” I know what he wants to hear.

“You are
strongest. Kakarott.”

“Looks like the
prince knows his place.” He chuckles, sending shivers up my spine. I’m shocked
at how easy this is. I’ve always imagined myself as a leader of others, but
that may be just another self-deception. Or lack of worthwhile candidates;
Frieza was simply despicable, ‘Goku’ apparently a musclebound idiot. But have a
true warrior appear – strong mind, strong heart, strong body – and overpower
me, and I turn into this unresisting subordinate and like it. My father
would turn in his grave. But then, my father never was in good touch with his
instincts.

Kakarott leans
in and bites my ear. I gasp as a wave of fire rolls over my body, reminding me
that there are other instincts in play. He feels my reaction and laughs again.
I’ve done without for far too long; I’ve even been desperate enough to bed that
human woman and get a cub on her, and though Trunks would make any father
proud, humans just don’t satisfy me. From the way Kakarott is acting, he feels
the same. He starts to nibble his way down my neck and I know I’m not getting
out of this with my virginity intact.

Now his hands
are under my shirt. I squirm, reach up to grope him in return, and he growls.
“Put your hands behind your head, Vegeta.” They’re there before I think about
it; the obedience is automatic. And I have never heard that tone in his voice
before, not even during a deathmatch. It sends a flutter of apprehension
through me. For all my knowledge of Saiyan instincts, I’ve never experienced
them in action like this before.

A flash of ki
leaves my clothes on the ground in shreds. Kakarott steps back to observe me;
although his hands no longer restrain me, I don’t move. I can’t move. I watch
him through half-closed eyes as his gaze sweeps over me. This is the first time
I’ve ever been naked in front of him and it adds to my already obvious arousal.
And he just stands there, watching me, until I can’t stand it anymore.

“Kakarott …”
Another first – I’m begging.

He smirks, and
grasps the collar of his shirt. Slowly peels it off and lets it fall. The boots
are next. Then the pants. I realize I’ve never seen him naked either … I can’t
tear my eyes off him now. If I’d known about this years ago, I would not have
so much as looked at the human woman. But I don’t get much time to enjoy the
view.

“Turn around,”
Kakarott growls, and I do so without question. Then his hands are on me again,
tracing patterns on my skin. Around my shoulder blades, down my spine, over my
ribs, reaching around to my nipples. I press against them helplessly but he
pulls back, keeping the touch light. Everywhere they go, they leave a trail of
fire. Why does he torment me like this?

Because he can.
Because he is stronger.

His hands come
to rest cupping my buttocks. His teeth close on my shoulder and I cry out; the
pain is almost enough to send me over the edge. And then … and then … his shaft
is rubbing against my entrance, already slick – when did he have time to do
that? He buries himself in me with a single thrust, and I forget everything.

Forget that I’m
a prince and that he’s a third-class nobody. Forget the years we’ve been
enemies and rivals. All I know is that I’ve been subjugated. Conquered. Claimed
by a mightier warrior, and never again will I be master of my own destiny. I’m
so eager for it that it doesn’t even hurt.

I’m howling from
the moment he plunges into me and I know I won’t last. He moves one hand to my
neck to hold me still against the cliff. And he thrusts hard into me; the
sensations quickly become unbearable and suddenly my roaring stops, my body too
wracked by my climax to make a sound.

Kakarott is not
far behind me. His reaction is opposite to mine – his roar is loud enough to
startle the birds. I can feel his seed filling me and that sensation brings me
a second jolt of pleasure. I slump against the rock, drained. He laps the blood
from the bite and pulls out of me. For a moment I’m afraid he’s going to leave
me like this.

But no, he’s
only picking up his clothes. Then he picks me up, slings me over his
shoulder. He touches fingers to forehead and we’re suddenly somewhere else. A
dark bedroom. He dumps me on the bed and walks off somewhere – I hear running
water, he must be washing up – then returns and lies down beside me. He doesn’t
say a word, just throws an arm over me. I smile and relax into sleep.

***

Sefiru: ph34r t3h K4k4r0++!!

Vegeta: I cannot believe you just wrote that, woman.

Kakarott: Stop that or I’ll blast your laptop.

Sefiru: eep.

Next chapter: Kakarott and Vegeta work out their
relationship, and several people get a nasty shock. And just what does Mirai
Trunks know?