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Evil Little Tasty Things	By : chibivegeta Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor do I profit from this work

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Pairing: Vegeta/Goku (sort of)

Warnings: weirdness, ahm...abuse of food and mild Kakarrot
torture, Yaoi, Lime, PWP/TWT/OOC

Archive: no

A/N: Don't even ask where this came from, suffice to say I
end up having some strange conversations from time to time...

I do not own DBZ nor do I profit in any way
from this work.

Evil Little Tasty Things

Son Goku tossed and turned, sprawling across the white
sheets restlessly, he punched and re-fluffed his pillow for the dozenth
time.� He knew it was probably getting
late, but he felt too excited to sleep.

�Man, oh man.� The
South City Food Fair!� I swear I can�t
wait!�

His words were punctuated by a loud rumble from his
stomach; he�d foregone dinner so that he�d have plenty of appetite the
following day.� Not that he didn�t
always have plenty of appetite, of course, just that this was an event Goku
waited for every year like a kid waits for Christmas.

�Nhhh!� Kami I�ll
never get to sleep��

He flopped over onto his back again, kicking the sheets
free and folding hands behind his head.�
Staring up at the ceiling, he began thinking about the previous years of
the Food Fair, and how Chi-Chi had always gotten mad at him for �being such a
pig�.�

Well he was on his own now, he�d finally set up his own
home not far from where Chi-Chi still raised the boys. He just hadn�t been able
to take her charm-school rules any longer and she seemed happy enough.� She had someone to come over and do the
heavy work and whatever other chores, and she didn�t have to feed or clean up
after him.

He was actually pretty content on his own, but right now he
really wished he had someone to curl up with; maybe it would help him go to
sleep.� Goku sighed up at the ceiling.
Maybe if he just concentrated�

****

The sky was bright and cloudless, the morning slightly
chill but with the promise of comfortable warmth as the day wore on.� Goku touched down soundlessly on the
outskirts of South City, doing his best not to be noticed, he knew there would
be plenty of attention later.� He laughed
at a few choice memories and started into the city on foot.

As he stepped through the gates of Midway Park he paused to
stare appreciatively at the innumerable festive booths that lined the footpaths
and took most of the grassy spaces up.�
All of them represented some restaurant or catering company, all of them
had free food to sample.� None of them
demanded attention from him in the form of a screeching black-haired
woman.� Son Goku�s eyes glazed over at
the sheer prospect.

Goku shook himself from the near-trance and checked to be
sure he hadn�t drooled on himself, and began down the right hand path.� Previous fair vendors immediately recognized
him.

�Son Goku!� How are
you, sir?�� One restaurateur clapped him
on the shoulder, simultaneously offering out a bowl of steaming spiced noodles.

Goku mumbled something incoherently around the mouthful of
food he was inhaling, already being dragged off to the next booth where another
caterer was piling a plate high with meatballs.

�Good to see you again!�

�Have you tried this?�

�Glad to see you still have that appetite!�

He was thumped and buffeted along the pathway, happily
consuming everything that was handed to him, hardly knowing what came from
where.� Stopping at one booth, he paused
to belch loudly and sample the many beverages they were offering, running his
gaze up and down the concourse of epicurean delight.

He was trying to pace himself, knowing good and well that
the reason he was greeted and shuffled along so heartily was because the
vendors knew better than to let him pause before their storefronts.� Son Goku�s appetite was legendary among them
and, to avoid any one of them being over-burdened they simply banded together
to keep him moving.� He didn�t hold it
against them, but even he had to take a break once in a while.� He was barely past the appetizers and into
the main course, it was only noon, and he didn�t want to miss anything.

The sun was beginning its westward decline as he finally
came to the end of his circuit, having saved the best for last in his
opinion.� Flocks of people simply
shifted around the tall warrior as he made his way among the booths, he was big
and solid enough that even when people did bump into him he hardly noticed.� He stood at one end of a connecting path,
the sides crowded with confectioners� booths, and double-checked himself for
miscellaneous stains and sauces before heading for the first of them.

Cakes, pies, truffles, petit fours, candies of all
sorts.� Goku sampled them all, the
infamous grin on his face only widening as sugar built up in his system.� He could enjoy the buzz from it all day
after having stuffed himself with more solid fare earlier.

�Mmmm!� Oh man this
stuff is great!�

Goku praised the keeper of one storefront that offered
candied fruits wrapped in a variety of chocolates, his lips smeared with
assorted sugars and colors.� The
cheerful woman waved him on, laughing at the way his cheeks puffed out to hold
the many sweets he continued to cram into his mouth.

Finally, after having sampled from each booth at least
once, Goku reached the end of the path and sighed slightly regretfully.� Leaning against a thick tree he gazed up at
the leaves shifting in the slight breeze.�
It had been great, like always, but also like always, he was a little
sad it was over.� At least for another
year, anyway.� He shrugged and smiled,
sliding his hands into his pockets and started back to the gate.

Just as he turned toward the main path, though, his eye
caught on a small tent set up just off to one side on a little used
footpath.� The track was so narrow that
it had probably been made by children cutting through the small stand of trees
that covered the hill.� The little cloth
gazebo was striped and a slightly tattered, holding a somewhat disused air
about it, a small sign perched above the short awning at its front.

�Darkest Passions Tiny Treats�

Goku blinked and shrugged.�
He hadn�t seen it earlier, but then again, the booth was pretty small
and it wasn�t at the edge of the path like the others had been.� He�d never seen it in earlier years either,
but there were always new vendors to sample.�
His mood lightened at the prospect of one last venture, and he stepped
toward the undersized pavilion eagerly.

�Come, come!�
Welcome, my friend!��

A wizened old man stepped out and held the curtain to the
tent wide, smiling and waving Goku inside, his face so wrinkled and lined that
he may have been over a hundred for all the brawny warrior knew.� He stepped inside and let his eyes adjust to
the dimness within, gazing around raptly as he took in the shelves and tables
filled with miniature houses and scenes, each meticulously drawn and formed
from chocolates.� There were cr�me eggs
made to look like expensive jeweled ones, little fruits of marzipan and
chocolate, tiny vehicles and creatures of all sorts, there were even little
solid chocolate cupcakes and ice-cream cones.

Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, sweet white chocolate along
with raspberry and orange and seemingly every flavor imaginable.� Each little house and tiny creature seeming
to nearly breathe they were so finely detailed.� Goku�s mind boggled and his nose twitched, despite all the food
he�d already consumed his stomach let out a roar of anticipation.

�Ah, you are hungry, yes?�

The little shopkeeper grinned and nodded, guiding Goku to a
table to the rear of the tent.� The
tabletop was covered in broken bits and malformed attempts, all of them made
from the same delicious smelling chocolates.�
Goku did his best not to drool.�
The burly fighter grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head,
trying not to simply dive face-first into the treats.

�Well, heheh�I guess I am!�

The shriveled old man gave him a gap-toothed smile and
waved him closer to the table.

�Come, try it!� I
know I am supposed to give samples, so these are they!� I wish so much for people to meet my
creations.�

Goku blinked up at him, pausing with a mouthful of heavenly
chocolate cream, his eyes already glazing as his taste buds rejoiced their
rapture.

�Mmmm?� �Meet�?� What do you mean?�

The ancient little man chuckled and smiled, nodding to the
various creations around the tent.

�Hai, they are like my family.� As I work on each one it gains a life and personality of its
own.�

The big fighter paused, a bead of sweat forming along his
temple, he wasn�t quite sure he liked the idea of eating someone�s family, much
less the twisted and mutant ones.� The
old man grinned up at him expectantly and Goku quickly gathered his thoughts.

�Well they sure are tasty!�

He grinned hugely, mouth smeared with chocolate and
marzipan, finally shrugging inwardly.�
They were good, quite tasty in fact, the best candy he�d ever
had.� He felt nervous for a moment when
he realized that no one else had come into the little tent while he�d been
there.� Just as he was about to make his
goodbyes and head home, the wrinkled one spoke in a slightly panicked voice.

�Oh dear, oh my!� I
completely forgot!� Oh this is a disaster!�

Goku blinked at him in concern, always willing to help.

�What is it?� Can I
help?�

The little old man tsked and fretted, fluttering around in
a concentrated frenzy before turning to him, a gleam of hope in his eyes.

�Oh yes young man!�
You see I have to meet with my cocoa supplier, I make all the chocolate
myself from scratch, but he only comes once a month.� If I miss him today my business will be ruined!� Oh me, oh my, I don�t know how I
could have forgotten!�

Goku smiled reassuringly, patting the old man�s shoulder.

�What can I do to help then?�

�Oh you dear young man!�
Would you, could you, be so kind as to simply watch over my little
displays here?� I can just make it if I
go now, but I can�t leave my little things to be devoured by the ignorant!� I swear it won�t take long at all!�

�Sure!� Of course I
can!�

The grizzled little man eyed him for a moment, slight
suspicion entering his gaze.

�You must promise me you won�t allow anyone to eat anything
but what is on this table.�

Goku blushed slightly and grinned, holding his hand over
his heart, trying hard to look trustworthy.

�I promise!�

With that the little shopkeeper nodded approvingly and
fluttered out of the tent, leaving Goku surrounded by silence and the rich
scent of cocoa.

He stared around a little dazedly, still ferrying broken
and twisted treats to his mouth, and began looking closer at all the tiny
panoramas that lined the fabric walls.�
Each one had obviously been a labor of love, infinitesimal details
became apparent when one looked closely.�
Goku wondered how the wrinkled old man�s eyes managed to make out such
minute things.

After an indeterminable amount of time Goku finally looked
up from the display he was currently inspecting, rubbing his eyes and yawning
sleepily.� He couldn�t tell how long the
old man had been gone; it could have been moments or hours.� He began to get bored, the miniatures were
exquisitely detailed, but were still only candy.�

Deciding to have one more little sample before, going out
front to look for the shopkeeper, Goku made his way to the back of the tent
again.� He nearly knocked over a strange
cabinet that he hadn�t seen before.�
Munching on a chocolate lion without a tail, he inspected the cabinet
more closely.

Even taller than himself and twice as wide, the entire
thing was carved in detail, the dark rich wood seeming almost like chocolate
itself with its rich patina and deep luster.�
Again, he wondered how he could have missed the imposing thing
earlier.� Perhaps his appetite had
simply gotten the best of him.�

Goku slid a hand over the front in appreciation for the
work that had gone into it.� Just like
the candies, it had been an exhaustive labor.�
The doors opened easily as curiosity drove him to take a peek inside.

He gave a breathless little gasp of wonder at the sight
that greeted him; a perfect rendition of heaven and hell in sweetest
confection.� Tiny demons grimaced and
gestured rudely with even smaller pitchforks, angels perched on clouds of
vanilla fluff, righteously ignoring the demonic insults, wings almost seeming
to flutter.

One might almost think the pools of raspberry glaze were
bubbling in the miniature pit, tiny red licorice whips could nearly be heard to
snap over the backs of the damned.�
Goku�s eyes were wide as he took it all in.�

�Amazing!�

He grinned and shook his head, taking a step back to
appreciate it better, and accidentally bumped into one of the displays.� Freezing in place, he waited for disaster to
occur.� When a moment passed and nothing
happened he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to check on the
display.� At just that second, a teeny
horse, perched at the edge of the farm panorama, fell prey to gravity and
dropped from the table.

Lunging, Goku reached out with cupped hands to catch the
little creature, knuckles brushing the floor as he scooped it up.� He grinned hugely at his success.

�All right!� Got
you!�

He examined the panorama closely, trying to determine how
the little horse went back onto the display, just then the tiny tossing mane
fell off.� Alarmed, he broke a sweat,
trying to press the fluffy bit of dark chocolate back into place.� He wailed as it melted beneath his
fingertips.

�Oh man!� What am I
going to do!?�

Goku stared for long moments at the miniaturized farm,
wondering if he could possibly make the horse look right.� After several attempts he finally gave up on
the melting blob and sighed in frustration.

�There are so many little animals, I�m sure he wouldn�t
miss just this one.�

He frowned and thought what to do with the now misshaped
horse.� It would be too obvious to put
it back on the panorama, but then too, he couldn�t put it in the sample pile
either.� His hands had been all over it
and it might be noticed there, too.�

Finally he just grinned and decided that it should be a
sample and he�d be the one to sample it.�
Tossing the chunk of melty chocolate into the air he tilted his head
back and caught it in his mouth.

�Mmmm��

He purred in delight at the mixture of white and dark
chocolate as it dissolved on his tongue, closing his eyes in appreciation.

A barely heard sound caught his attention and he turned back
to the cabinet, now paranoid that he�d ruin something else.� His eyes bulged in disbelief as the tiny
demons and angels began moving, coming out of the cabinet and flying toward
him.� Their tinny little voices were
raised in chastisement.

�He ate one of us!�

�Destroy the destroyer!�

�Penance!� A penance
must be paid!�

Goku�s jaw dropped, a drop of chocolaty saliva smearing
over his chin as he gaped.� The troupe
of candies continued forward, soon joined by other creatures, all bearing down
on him with tiny gleaming eyes.� Heart
thudding, he turned to escape and found his way blocked on all sides.� He held his hands up in a gesture of
surrender.

�H-hey guys!!� I
didn�t mean to!� It was an accident, I
swear!�

He noticed the angels and demons had begun to grow; now
about six inches tall they began to surround him.�� Tiny whips of licorice snapped against his skin and made him
jump.� Yelping and rubbing at the small
stinging welts left behind, he turned in all directions.� They were closing in, some of them with
longer strands of licorice.

Something wound around his ankles and he teetered.� Arms flailing he overbalanced and went
crashing to the floor, barely missing another display.� The tent suddenly seemed much smaller than
before, and the rich scent of cocoa had become almost smothering.

�Hey wait!� What are
you doing?!�

Panic began to set in as his arms and legs were bound and
pinned to the floor, as he tried to power up he realized that it wasn�t
working.� His ki was gone!

�Hey cut it out!!�
It was an accident!�

Goku struggled against the sugary confines but found that
he couldn�t move a muscle.� One of the
diminutive demons fluttered close to his face, the little fruit-leather wings
wafted the scent of candy over his face.��
A hard, sharp, candy-glass pitchfork poked at his nose.

�Shut up, Kakarrot!�
You must be punished!� All that
sniveling won�t help a bit.�

Blinking in amazement, Goku stared up at the
apparition.� The little demon looked
just like Vegeta!� In fact, all of the
demons looked like Vegeta, spikes of hair drawn from black licorice, wings of
translucent red fruit leather, they even had tiny spiked tails.

�Wha?�

Goku was startled from his amazement at the sound of
tearing cloth.� Blinking down at himself
he saw two angels, each tugging on his collar in opposite directions, tiny
wings flapping.� They didn�t look like
Vegeta; in fact, even with their spun-sugar wings and lemon chiffon hair they
looked�they looked just like him!� The
candy-glass pitchfork returned to poking his nose, the ouji-demon demanding his
attention.� The downed warrior shot a
dazed look at his captor.

�Pay attention, Kakarrot!�
Wicked things are afoot.�

Goku thrashed helplessly in his bonds, the angels ignored
his attempts to escape and continued to tear away his shirt.� The ouji-demon fluttered back and forth;
supervising, pausing to stroke an angel�s wing here, press a kiss to marzipan
lips there.� He watched in amazement,
completely forgetting to struggle.

When the grinning angels started on his zipper, though, he
again began bucking and squirming.� The
ouji-demon smirked darkly at him, his tiny pointed tail lashing.

�You can�t get away, Kakarrot.� You�ll never escape.�

Goku�s cheeks flushed as a cool draft struck his groin; he
didn�t know what the hell was going on here, but it was getting
embarrassing!� He eyed the demon-ouji
with the pitchfork where he fluttered over Goku�s torso, most of the draft
seemed to be coming from those slightly-spicy scented wings.�

�H-hey, cut it out now��

He shivered, somehow only mildly surprised that his voice
had cracked, his blush increasing as the little angels made no move to stop
removing his clothes.� He knew the
winged Vegeta could see his erection, he thought he�d die of embarrassment.� But instead of mocking him, the ouji-demon
only smiled.�

Other, slightly smaller demons, began to flutter around
him.� All with that curiously dark
smile. That terribly disturbing, and altogether familiar smile.� Goku could easily recall seeing it on
Vegeta�s face each time they finished a sparring match.� His reverie was broken as a low chuckle
sounded from the lead demon.

Spun sugar wings shimmered, the little angels that looked
like himself had returned, each with some sweet treat or another.� Goku renewed his struggles as they began
daubing his skin with creamy swirls or drops of honey.� He didn�t know why but it was arousing him
badly, and he was embarrassed enough as it was.

The dark little ouji�s grin widened as he dropped down to
perch on Goku�s hip, the gleaming pitchfork sliding into the short spikes of
hair at his groin.� The other miniature
demons fluttered excitedly and, with a nod of the leader�s head, swooped down
to begin licking all the smears and daubs of sweetness from his skin.

�Ahh!� N-no!!�

Goku�s eyes flew wide as dozens of hot little tongues
stroked over his skin, sending bright tingles of sensation through him and
pushing his body to full arousal.� He
closed his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip and trying to will his cock to
soften, thinking about anything and everything that might distract him.� He began counting backward from one hundred.

The need to concentrate was helping, or at least it seemed
to until he was almost a third of the way through.� A dark laugh sounded as he intoned seventy, and he couldn�t help
himself from looking down at the ouji-demon.�

The candy creature no longer held the little pitchfork;
instead he was licking at one of the cream-tipped faux ice-cream cones and
smirking in evident pleasure.� Goku
paused in his count, completely and horribly fascinated by the expression on
the demon-ouji�s face.

�Sixty-nine.�

Goku�s breath caught as the smirking lips said the word for
him, his eyes widening as buttercream was smeared over the tip of his
cock.� The demon-ouji bent down, the low
voice purring up at him.

�Darkest desires��

Miniature lips and cherry pink tongue descended on his
aching flesh, and Goku couldn�t stop the scream of pleasure that tore from his
throat.

�VEGEEEEEETAAAAAH!!�

****

Goku�s eyes flew open as he lunged up.� He blinked around dazedly for a moment until
he recognized his own room and bed.� He
stared down at his raging erection where it stood proudly from his groin.

�Vegeta??�

He shook his head to clear the last cobwebs of sleep,
grinning sheepishly at his own foolishness.�
It was just a dream.� He breathed
a sigh of relief, nearly bouncing from the bed as he realized that it was
nearly time to leave for the Food Fair.�
His lips quirked in a little smile; maybe he�d stop by Capsule Corp. and
invite the prince.

�I wonder if he likes chocolate��

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