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Rotten Karrots and Other Spoiled Vegetables	By : darknessandlight Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z nor any of it’s characters belong to me. I make no profits from this story what-so-ever.

Chapter List
- 1-Rotten Karrots and Other Spoiled Vegetables
- 1
Notes: AU, OOC.

Summary: Vegeta and Goku are engaged in some very raunchy, lascivious, depraved and kinky activities behind everyone's back. But once everything starts to spiral out of control, will Vegeta, caught up in an illicit, demented and terrifying prison of secrecy, be able to stand up against the menacing, dark and wicked storm all alone? AU. YAOI.

AN: Hi everyone! This (was) my first DBZ story. But then I abandoned it and started working on a bunch of other stuff. I’d been working on this for a while however before I abandoned it. But although it still isn’t completed and a part of me feels a bit lackluster about it for different reasons, I’ve decided to post it here on this site anyway. I hope someone will appreciate this story if it’s for no other reason than all the hot, steamy SMUT (lol). I also have this posted on fanfictiondotnet (though I might remove it from there) as well under the name AnnandMay4ever. So feel free to check out my stories there also (including my GokuXGohan fic that was inspired by this story, which I will probably be posting here shortly). Well, thanks for visiting my story everyone and enjoy! :D

I Am...Kakarrot

A man who appears much younger than his age, sits at a dimly lit bar alone while sipping on a very strong alcoholic beverage. His hair is jet-black and sculpted into the unusual shape of a spiky flame which compliments his fiery spirit. His face is round yet chiseled, opposing itself with boyish handsomeness and thick-browed, hard and piercing eyes that seem to have beheld things too terrible for any normal being to imagine or comprehend. He almost appears to belong in this place...in this world...with his leather jacket; cream tented, button down shirt with a couple buttons unfastened at the top and stylish light-blue, faded jeans. But his outfit betrays itself with accents of strange, white and gold tipped boots and white gloves.
Overall, he appears handsome yet mysterious and kind of majestic as he reflects on his life. So much struggle and turmoil. So many changes. Some for better. Some for worse. Now that things have been settled down for a while, he doesn’t take this opportunity to sit at a bar, drinking and being “normal” for granted. Not to say that he didn’t enjoy all the chaos and struggle of former years with exception to a few other things he’d rather keep as far from his consciousness as possible. As he continues to immerse himself in thought, someone walks into the bar from the cool night air before proceeding to head in his direction. They soon arrive at a place next to him before casually taking a seat.
As he slowly peeks over, the man doesn’t seem to notice his eyes watching him. Instead, the man calls to the bartender before ordering an alcoholic beverage that’s sweet but still as strong as the one he’s drinking. As the man waits for his beverage, he takes advantage of his obliviousness by allowing his eyes to wonder over the stranger’s strong, lean frame. He then marvels at his angular, chiseled facial features and peculiarly spiked and messy, raven tinted hair while drowning in the dangerous and enigmatic aura he radiates with his seeming love of everything black (black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket, elegant black loafers), not to mention the scent of his dark and intoxicating cologne. The male finds himself lustfully biting his plush, lower lip and is even more grateful that he came to drink and relax at his favorite, gay hook-up spot. The alluring man beside him combs his fingers through his midnight tinted hair before looking over at him which causes him to swiftly redirect his gaze.
“Excuse me,” the man utters as he lightly touches his shoulder. He turns slightly and gradually, attempting to give off a calm countenance before acknowledging the male with his eyes while smiling subtly. The man asks in a warm tone of voice, “Do you happen to have the time?” He doesn’t respond. The other man blinks at him waiting for an answer. “Umm, sir. Are you alright?” The man snaps out of his haze. “Uuh, yeah.” He laughs nervously. “I’m sorry about that.” He peers down at his diamond and platinum watch made by a prestigious watchmaking company. “Two minutes past nine.” “Thanks.” The other man peers down at his wrist. “That’s actually a nice watch you’re sportin.’” He reveals a modest, flattered grin, “Thanks.” The corners of the other man’s lips turn up, “You’re welcome.” His beverage arrives. He takes a sip of it before turning and extending his hand, “I’m Kakarrot by the way.” The other man shakes his hand firmly, “Vegeta.” “Nice to meet yuh, Vegeta.” “Likewise.” As their attentions turn back towards their drinks, Kakarrot inquires, “So do you live around here?” “No, just visiting.” “From where?” “West City.”
“I know a couple people who live out there. Pretty modern compared to Darkside.”
“Yeah, but I like the nostalgia of this place...reminds me of my homewor...” Vegeta stops himself, “Reminds me of times long past.”
“Hmm,” Kakarrot utters as his dark irises dart sideways rapidly. “I like this place too. So much warmer than living in the other cities. Everything seems so intimate here. Kind of like my house in the mountains.” Kakarrot smiles before continuing, “But I do have a home out here too. Thought about getting one in another city but this place gives me more of the best of both worlds. I like that.” “So you have a place out here and somewhere else too? That’s not so bad. I’ve thought about getting another place as well. I could definitely afford it. But I don’t need the extra stress right now.” Vegeta takes a sip of his Bourbon. “So what do you do for a living?” Kakarrot stalls. “I’m a Martial Arts Instructor.” Vegeta pauses. “Hmm, interesting.” Kakarrot smiles. “So how about you?” Vegeta thinks for a moment. “I’m uh...Professional Ass Kicker.” Kakarrot pauses. “That’s not a job,” he chuckles. “Right-well...I’m the Director of a non-profit organization that helps the less fortunate.” Kakarrot attempts to hold back the laughter that wants to escape his lips before finally he can’t take it anymore and it all comes pouring out in torrents as he totally breaks his character. Through his tearful guffaws, he exclaims, “Hah-hah! Vegeta, I tried but you’d never do anything like that and you know it! Ridiculous! Ah-hah-hah!”
The other man growls under his breath with his head slightly tilted down and a fist clenched on the table. He turns abruptly before retorting, “Not as ridiculous as you saying ridiculous! Ever since your intelligence has been returning you’ve been becoming more of a smart ass everyday...didn’t think I knew? Well I did...and now it looks like you’ve went and ruined everything...Go. KUUU! You just couldn’t keep your lamer half at home where he belonged, could you?!” The smile on Goku’s face swiftly disappears only to be replaced by a sullen expression as he peers at the man beside him with a resentful glare. “Vegeta, that wasn’t neh...” He interrupts him, almost ignoring him as he continues, “Listen, I’m perfectly capable of doing something like that! What are you trying to insinuate, Kakarrot?! That I’m a heartless, bastard or somethin’!”
His gaze begins to shift back and forth rapidly before he mumbles as he gazes down, “Sure...in the past I’ve blown up a planet or two. Or three. Or fifty...” Vegeta nibbles his lower lip as he continues to gaze down, still not quite used to acknowledging uncomfortable emotions like self-hatred and remorse. Suddenly, he turns away before grabbing his glass and taking a big gulp. Goku now gazes at him with a stunned expression before Vegeta plops his glass back onto the table. Vegeta begins to brood for a moment before a low growl rumbles through his chest. Then the seething rage brewing inside of him manifests itself in the ferocious fire igniting within his obsidian eyes before while clenching his teeth, he heavily and abruptly squeezes his glass causing it to shatter in his hand into hundreds of tiny, sharp splinters. Finally Goku says as he raises his hands in a “stop” gesture, “Vegeta, calm down. I didn’t mean too...”
Suddenly Vegeta jumps up, with his fists clenched before screeching, “Nothing I do is ever good enough for you Kakarrot!” Then while gesturing with his hands making them slice the air at a horizontal angle, he finishes icily, “It’s over. I’m leaving,” before storming away. ‘Dammit, now everything’s ruined! I’m such an idiot!’ After peering around the room at his undesired audience, Goku laughs nervously with a goofy grin plastered on his face while he scratches the back of his head. Then he peers down in embarrassment, clearing his throat before jumping up and abandoning the scene. He finally catches up to Vegeta outside, a few paces away from the bar before grabbing his arm. “Vegeta!” Goku exclaims pleadingly. “What?!” Vegeta replies with a raspy voice as he swirls around while snatching his arm from Goku’s hand at the same time. Along with creating some space between them as he turns, he also reveals a vicious scowl that causes Goku to flinch slightly.
With his arms folded, knee cocked and weight shifted onto one leg; Vegeta peers up at Goku with lips pinched at the corners while puckered out and a dead-panned gaze. He is still feeling frustrated but at the same time feeling guilty about storming out while embarrassing and attacking him like he did. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, Goku anxiously stares at Vegeta for a moment before peering down as he scratches the back of his head and nibbles on his bottom lip. Then he gazes back up before drifting forward and filling in some space between them as Vegeta watches him like a hawk. Vegeta peers up at Goku’s ingratiating, goofy grin before acquiring an annoyed expression. As he sharply turns his face away with his arms still folded, he grunts with indignance. ‘That’ll wipe that stupid grin off that stupid, sexy face of his.’
For some reason, instead of being infuriated by Vegeta’s behavior (despite definitely being infuriated earlier by it), Goku finds it kind of endearing and kind of a turn-on too. He affectionately cups the side of Vegeta’s face with his hand before gently and assertively applying pressure which encourages Vegeta to turn forward. The man standing at a height of five-foot six gazes back up at the other five-foot ten male.
For some reason, he becomes hopelessly mesmerized and awed by him, this time around, although he does his best to keep his expression from revealing the fact. The man who appears the equivalent of a Greek god to him, caresses his soft cheek with his fingertips. “I’m sorry, Vegeta...I wasn’t attempting to insinuate anything about you. I think you’re among the most admirable people I’ve ever met. The fact that you even got so angry with me to begin with, because you thought I questioned something like your character, speaks volumes. You’ve overcome so much and I definitely acknowledge that. I don’t think any less of you...I never have.”
Vegeta finds himself lowering his head as he attempts to repress a smile while his cheeks turn a bright cherry-blossom pink. After a moment, Vegeta gazes back up before uttering with hesitation in his voice (because he doesn’t like admitting when he’s fucked up), “Kakarrot...I shouldn’t have went off on you like that...sometimes I don’t know why you even bother with me.” The corners of Goku’s mouth turn up and his eyes sparkle as he says, “Why do you think?” The edges of Vegeta’s lips begin to turn up subtly before he says, “Well, besides the fact that I have the tightest. Firmest. Best Saiyan Prince ass in the universe.”
Kakarrot’s grin becomes mischievous and he leans down, pressing the side of his face against Vegeta’s while gliding his hand around his waist before teasing his ear with his breath as he whispers, “Not only the best Saiyan Prince ass. But the only Saiyan Prince ass. Not to mention the best ass period. Which makes you a very rare and precious being that I can’t keep my hands off of.” A low groan rumbles in Kakarrot’s throat as his hand drifts down over Vegeta’s tight, round ass before squeezing it firmly. Vegeta gasps under his breath while holding Kakarrot’s strong upper arms. Although he finds Kakarrot’s actions arousing, he is also in total shock that Kakarrot, no Goku would do something so raunchy to him in public (thank goodness there’s hardly anyone around where they are).
As Goku continues to lean into him, Vegeta protests half-heartedly, “Kakarrot, someone might see us.” Goku smirks against Vegeta’s ear, “Well, then. Let them.” He begins to glide the tip of his tongue over Vegeta’s earlobe before suckling it causing Vegeta to produce a quivering breath as the warm, wet sensation of Goku’s amorous appendage sends chills down his spine. As Goku’s oral stimulation of his ear becomes more decadent, Vegeta swallows hard, barely being able to speak as he stutters airily, “Kuh-Kakarrot. Wh-what if someone we know...discovers us?”
As if bipolar, Goku’s voice goes from sounding mature and seductive to sounding innocent and childlike when he whispers after chuckling softly, “You’re being kind-uh paranoid Vegeta. That’s why we chose a place so far away. To make sure that no one discovers us.
~ It’s not like they haven’t done this, plenty of times before throughout their four year relationship. Considering how everything is between them now; who would have believed that not too long ago...they were full fledged archrivals. Everyone knew how much Vegeta despised Goku for so many reasons, including being a Third Class Saiyan who happened to reach SSj before him. Not to mention the fact that he was defeated during his initial visit to Earth by Goku’s half-breed offspring. Horribly humiliated. Almost killed by a weak Ningen until Goku asked that his life be spared. Such mercy in his eyes only served to confirm his weakness and inferiority to a Third Class Saiyan even further.
At first, when Goku died after sacrificing himself to save the planet during the time that the enemy, “Cell” appeared; he was considering staying dead so that the likelihood of another evil entity looking to kill him and thereby endangering Earth’s inhabitants, would be diminished.
But then the thought that he had already been away from his family for a whole year when he died the last time, crossed his mind, along with the fact that an enemy could still come looking for him while endangering the Earth whether he was there or not. So for those two reasons, he decided to keep his idea to himself and allowed himself to be wished back along with everyone else. But as time passed, fortunately for him and everyone else; no more evil, ultra-powerful entities made themselves known to the planet Earth. So instead of defeating enemies, Goku found himself gradually spending more and more time with Vegeta, sparring with him and slowly hanging out with him in more casual ways.
He sparred with him mostly because Vegeta was a very strong opponent and it aided in satiating his hunger for battle. But he spent time with him casually for reasons he wasn’t quite sure of yet. Maybe it was because he was actually starting to see a different side of him besides the typical stoic, cantankerous, arrogant one. Maybe it was because he was actually starting to enjoy talking to him along with how much he was beginning to admire a certain wisdom that he possessed while appreciating how Vegeta was starting to trust him and become more vulnerable with him. Or maybe it was because he was starting to see hints of a more playful side in him (which he thought impossible before) or because he seemed to smile and laugh more when they were alone together. Whatever it was, all he knows is that one day, things took a striking turn within their relationship.
After a dare made by Goku to get Vegeta out of his comfort zone, they both ended up going skinny-dipping together in a secluded part of a crystal-blue lake. It was after they got out (with Vegeta griping at Goku about something related to the swimming race he’d just lost) that Vegeta tripped over a rock with Goku, turning around swiftly to see why Vegeta was yelping, only to meet his body as it came crashing down into him sending them both tumbling to the ground. They just stared at each other for a moment, with subtly parted, panting lips and wide, anxious eyes that gradually relaxed into half-lidded ones. Goku’s hand timidly embraced the side of Vegeta’s skull, giving Vegeta the courage to lower his face before delicately capturing Goku’s lips with his own. This led into what became a deep. Passionate. Moist. Purring kiss. It turns out that before this moment, turbulent emotions and desires had been secretly expanding between them for a while but neither one would have dared to admit it, not even to themselves. Plus, what was the point when neither wanted to hurt their family and/or friends.
They didn’t speak to each other or hang out for a month after this incident. But then the day of the barbecue came and both Bulma and Chi-Chi insisted that they participate in it. Neither wanted any conflict (and deep down, wanted to see each other again), so they gave into their wives wishes. Once they were together with friends and family at Bulma’s house; somehow events led to them flying away from the group in order to “catch up” which eventually ended with them landing at the same place they were at a month earlier. That revisit to the lake ended with them suckling each other’s tender, swollen lips while creating a Fusion Dance with their tongues...experiencing the sensation of soft skin and sinuous muscle underneath their fingertips and palms before having their ears saturated with the sounds of panting, whimpering climaxes after indulging in the intoxicating tastes, smells and sensations received from getting and giving each other fellatio. Things began to escalate exponentially from this point onward.
It was as if they were making up for all of the time lost pretending that they didn’t go home after a fierce battle with each other, get alone in a nice, hot bathtub and pleasure themselves until they exploded while flashes of black, sweaty, spiked hair and sweaty, rippling muscles pervaded their minds. Before they knew it, they had dug a very deep, tight hole for themselves while drowning in an ocean of carnivorous, bottomless lust for each other. Instead of being addicted to a drug or to some other foreign substance, they were addicted to the thrill of sneaking behind everyone’s back along with the vividly fantastic sensations evoked with every kiss, gaze, suck, lick, touch and thrust between them. Now flip forward to the present time and things are continuing to spiral out of control. Something is happening to Goku and Vegeta can sense it. Things aren’t so simple anymore...
But is it even possible that that side of him could be reawakened...just because he pretends to be that side for sexual purposes? It just seems so preposterous to him. Either way. The thought of giving Goku and/or “Kakarrot” away is very difficult for him. Though he has been left with a lingering guilt that his sweet, irresistible ass along with the intense pleasure he receives from what Goku does to that ass, could be responsible for birthing a complete nightmare in the future...but that’s just ridiculous! Yes. He’s thought many times about ending their affair. And he thinks Goku’s sensed this desire in him but it pains Vegeta to believe that he...the PROUD and FEARLESS Prince of his entire race...is simply a coward when it comes to dealing with this gigantic pickle he’s found himself in...how would Goku take Vegeta breaking up with him? Will he go “Kakarrot” on him? Whatever “going Kakarrot” might mean. He doesn’t completely know yet though he’s gotten plenty of hints throughout the years...
They broke up for a brief period at some point because of something that Kakarrot did to him that was so abominable and traumatizing, that Vegeta will never speak of it and tries not to think about it as much as possible, though he has tried very hard to forgive Goku regarding what happened...And he did try very hard to make up for what had happened... He started being so gentle with him and giving him his space and went without sex with him for a couple of months after they got back together...which simply gave them the opportunity to build on other aspects of their relationship besides the sexual which made the bond between them even stronger in the end...all of the hurt and pain they have both inflicted upon each other and yet it’s still nearly impossible for them to break free from each other’s clutches...
How could the Saiyan Prince fall so hard? It wasn’t supposed to be this way...they were supposed to love each other’s bodies and that’s all. Then there have been those thoughts. Those horrible, “past Vegeta” type thoughts invading his mind. What it would be like if they both ruled the universe together. Conquering galaxies and making all beings gravel before them in sheer terror and awe...bad thoughts! Very BAD thoughts! And all of the secrecy and lies are becoming too much and he knows that it’s probably eating away at Goku too. Sometimes the problems that start out small and are slow moving in their escalation are the ones that are the most painful and catastrophic in the end. But for now...Vegeta will continue to play with fire and hope that his suspicions and fears remain just that... ~
Despite the fact that Goku believes Vegeta is overreacting, he discontinues his suckling and licking of Vegeta’s delectable earlobe as he leans up, leaving it moist with his saliva. They gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment and Goku notices the flush shading Vegeta’s cheeks and nose bridge. Vegeta breaks eye contact, peering downwards and sideways as he bites his lip before capturing Goku’s eyes once more. He confesses with a whisper along with a languishing gaze, “Just because I don’t want to make out in public...doesn’t mean that I don’t still want you...In fact...” Vegeta’s hand glides underneath Goku’s leather coat, before discovering a hardened nipple which he proceeds to stroke in a circular motion with his palm, through Goku’s tight, black shirt. “Nnngh,” Goku groans deeply and quietly as the pleasurable sensation created prickles down his broad back and then down between his legs.
Vegeta continues in a sensuous whisper, his beautiful, flushed lips forming his words in the most tantalizing of ways, “If we were alone in a room right now...your Prince would get down on his knees before unzipping your pants. Then he would yank them down to your ankles before taking your large, aching erection into his hand. He would suckle your swollen tip. He would lick every inch of you. He would drink the pre-cum dripping from you...then finally...he would take all of you until you collided with the back of his throat. Once he finished ravenously sucking you off, making you moan and howl his royal name...you would climax with the energy of a billion suns and then he would swallow every last drop of that precious, milky, Saiyan release of yours.”
Goku imagines every word that drips from Vegeta’s alluringly shaped lips, allowing the fantasy to wash over him...his body shudders. His lips pucker subtly. His breath begins to tremble. His eyelids become heavy. And his transformation begins... He coos in a slightly deeper voice than usual, “Mmm, I love it when you wax-poetic to me like that Vegeta...you’re sooo GOoood at being a naughty submissive...if Kakarrot wanted to tie his little Prince up right now in his dungeon before spanking and violating that tight, round ass of his until it was bloody red, would he let him, hm?” Vegeta gazes down again, smirking bashfully and mischievously as he bites his lower lip before lifting his gaze again and then chanting quietly with a hint of alluring fragility in his energy, “Yes, Kakarrot...I would do anything for a Saiyan god...such as yourself...so says the Prince of all Saiyans.”
Suddenly, Vegeta senses the energy already emanating from Goku’s eyes fully blossoming into something that makes his knees go weak; his heart race; his palms sweat and his body shudder. It is something animalistic. Something diabolic. Something that accepts nothing less than Cold. Cruel. Tyrannical control over the one that it desires. “Kakarrot’s” hand creeps behind Vegeta’s head, before cradling it. It lingers there tauntingly for a moment as Kakarrot attempts to suppress the violent impulse to snatch Vegeta’s head back before licking and raking his teeth down Vegeta’s neck.
He hisses before groaning quietly through clenched teeth, “Your words, Vegeta...your words always make me feel as if I’m going to die from excitement. They make me want to plunge my stiff cock so deep inside of you before smacking my hips against your round, tight ass over and over, forcing my tip up against the sensitive parts of you...making you leak and writhe and cry out for more until you explode into my hand.” A drop of sweat begins to form on Vegeta’s forehead...his thick brows furrow. His lips part and pucker in a way that’s subtle and erotic. His skin feels as if it’s on fire. “Oh, KAKarrooot,” he whimpers under his breath as his form shudders with his words.
They become hypnotized by each other’s gaze for a moment. Then Kakarrot breaks eye contact before peering around frantically. He notices an alley not too far away. “Come with me,” he says before grabbing Vegeta’s hand. Before Vegeta can blink an eye, he is being pulled into the dark alley. After drifting far enough down so that they aren’t easily spotted, they stop before turning around to face each other. Their eyes instantly become locked. Then, subconsciously, Kakarrot’s hand drifts behind Vegeta’s neck while his other hand clutches his waist which leads Vegeta to clutch Kakarrot’s waist as his other hand tenderly glides up over his chest.
As Vegeta continues to gaze into the thick-browed, penetrating eyes of the Saiyan above him, Kakarrot begins to lean down as his face drifts toward Vegeta’s. Once their mouths are finally melting into each other, Vegeta’s royal lips spread for Kakarrot like the wings of a dragonfly and they both moan with their arousal and relief as Kakarrot’s tongue is allowed entrance into Vegeta’s majestic hall. Vegeta’s hand glides up, away from Kakarrot’s chest before embracing Kakarrot’s neck and with half-lidded eyes they begin to suckle each other’s lips while becoming increasingly aroused by the sensation of their tongues delicately gliding together.
As they continue to kiss, Kakarrot begins to move forward, causing Vegeta to drift backward until he is pressed up against a wall. They close their eyes, allowing their tongues to intertwine and caress as they begin to slurp and suckle each other’s swollen lips more greedily while their heads languishingly bob back and forth. Vegeta purrs softly as the passion between them continues to grow like a Spirit Bomb. Then Goku’s energy switches again.
He releases a powerful groan while pressing his lips hard against Vegeta’s mouth, thrusting his tongue forward like a lance. He pulls Vegeta away from the wall before slamming him back up against it causing him to grunt erotically in response as Kakarrot’s hungry mouth assaults his once more. Kakarrot slides his cold, sweaty hand possessively over Vegeta’s throat and Vegeta senses the slight pressure being exerted against it which causes him to release a stifled whimper. Then he uses the same hand that is lightly strangling Vegeta’s throat to glide down between Vegeta’s thighs, over his now very swollen bulge.
He massages it hardily causing Vegeta to whine with yearning. Vegeta returns the favor, reaching for Kakarrot’s equally swollen bulge before pressing his hand and stiffened fingers down against it. Kakarrot’s words are muffled by Vegeta’s warm, wet cavity as he sobs, “OH, Vegeta,” before the blistering pleasure he’s experiencing manifests into increased intensity of his massages. Vegeta’s words are muffled as well when he moans, “Kakarrot,” in response before returning the other Saiyan’s heavy groping with heavier groping of his own. Feeling as if he might explode at any moment, Kakarrot stops fondling Vegeta before lightly touching Vegeta’s hand, tacitly communicating his need for a break.
They continue to kiss for a few more seconds before their lips part languidly while creating a silky string of saliva between them. With Goku’s hand cradling the side of Vegeta’s face as his thumb caresses his cheek, Vegeta gazes up at him in a rosy cheeked haze. Goku finds himself stricken by the vulnerability in Vegeta’s eyes along with the seemingly perfect dimensions of the Saiyan Prince’s face. “Kami, you’re so beautiful.” Vegeta bites his lip as they both continue to gaze deeply into each other’s eyes. Goku’s face drifts towards Vegeta’s before he begins to suckle his lips and then more kissing ensues, but only for a brief moment.
Once they relinquish each other’s lips again, Goku whispers whimsically and innocently while his eyes twinkle, “Kissing you always makes me so happy.” Vegeta replies with a subdued grin and a playful sparkle in his eyes, “I love kissing you too.” Goku reveals a bedazzlingly beautiful smile that takes Vegeta’s breath away. ‘He’s so magnificent...do I even deserve him?’ While Vegeta’s vision remains clouded and shimmering, Goku concludes, “Are you ready to get out of here, ‘Geta?” Vegeta stalls for a moment before shaking his head up and down absentmindedly. ~
Although they end up walking, it doesn’t take long for them to reach Kakarrot’s place (which is actually a huge, loft style apartment that Goku and Vegeta bought together so that they can play out all their fantasies while maintaining privacy and secrecy...how did they get the money for it? By fighting in underground martial arts tournaments, using aliases and disguises. They won every fight of course with very little effort and they made a ton of money...all in cash so that it was less traceable).
After they are inside, Kakarrot shuts the door and turns on the light, allowing Vegeta to get a short moment to take in the space before him (a modern, spacious and simple place with many giant windows to let in plenty of sunlight and moonlight [thank the Kami their tails are missing] along with lots of things red and blue [red being Goku’s favorite color, blue being Vegeta’s]) before Kakarrot drifts forward from behind while affectionately touching Vegeta’s arm. They remain still for a moment as they gaze into each other’s sable irises, with hearts beating swiftly as if it were their first time all over again. In a spontaneous burst of energy, they crash into each other’s arms like two galaxies colliding as their salivating mouths plunge together.
They begin to kiss as if the only oxygen in the room is in each other’s lungs while Vegeta’s sensuous purring ignites a blazing fire within Kakarrot’s loins and his sweltering need to hear Vegeta sobbing his name with his legs wantonly spread for him, becomes more urgent. After allowing his lifted thigh to erotically straddle Kakarrot’s side for a moment with Kakarrot holding it amorously, Vegeta hops up, wrapping his nimble legs around Kakarrot’s well-proportioned waist. They continue to take slurps and suckles of each other’s lips as Kakarrot’s strong, bulging arms begin to carry Vegeta towards a King Sized bed adorned with extravagant, obsidian, silk sheets along with a luxurious, charcoal, down comforter, residing in the Southwest corner of the loft.
Once they reach the bed, Kakarrot crawls onto it before delicately laying Vegeta down onto his back as a camera that sits atop a tripod peers down upon them. As he kneels down over him, Vegeta observes Kakarrot, feeling utterly hypnotized as he gracefully and swiftly removes his jacket, revealing his sweat drenched, black shirt that so alluringly hugs his broad, majestic shoulders; rippled abs; firm, sculpted chest and narrow waist. Vegeta bites his lip while gliding his hands over Kakarrot’s chest and swollen nipples as his sweat accentuates the musky scent which wafts through his nostrils like the smell of good food.
More clothes are removed with Kakarrot yanking Vegeta’s jeans from his waist and legs while Vegeta frees himself from his jacket and iconic gloves until all that’s left are Vegeta’s fitted, dark blue boxers which display a massive erection that peeks out from the top of his waistband along with Goku’s fitted, white boxers which also display an equally swollen, dripping organ that rises above the rim of his trunks.
Seeing each other that way makes them desperate to feel each other’s touch again and after Kakarrot leans down over Vegeta causing sinuous muscles and soft, moistened skin to caress, they hungrily force their lips together, continuing where they left off earlier. Kakarrot drowns himself in the delicate flavor of Vegeta’s saliva while Vegeta savors the feeling of Kakarrot’s soft, bewitching lips caressing his own equally soft and mesmerizing ones. They are both invigorated by the feeling of their tongues as they glide so intimately over, around and under each other. Kakarrot thrusts his pelvis forward, grinding into Vegeta’s leg which ends up stimulating his swollen member along with Vegeta’s while causing Vegeta to whimper as Kakarrot groans. They begin to press their mouths together harder as they grind into each other more vigorously, saturating each other’s mouths and ears with more muffled groans, whimpers, whines and moans. Finally all of the wonderfully intense sensations overwhelming Kakarrot becomes too severe and he releases Vegeta’s lips causing a whine of protest to erupt from his vocal cords.
Kakarrot glides his thumb across Vegeta’s slick, bottom lip as he soaks him in with his eyes before whispering, “Kami, I just can’t get enough of you.” A flirtatious grin melts onto Vegeta’s face while he remains silent which causes a small grin to tug at Kakarrot’s lips in response. Finally Vegeta whispers, “I’m ready for whatever you have in store for me, Kakarrot...” Vegeta concludes with orgasmic intensity in his voice, “As long as you fuck this Princely ass like a real Saiyan warrior should.” A groan rumbles within Kakarrot’s throat before a dark spark of energy ignites within his eyes and then he crushes their mouths together.
They partake of each other, animalistically before Kakarrot departs as quickly as he arrived while biting Vegeta’s lower lip along the way causing it to stretch before leaving a dull ache in place of his glistening teeth. He leans into Vegeta, moving his lips close to his ear and sending shivers down Vegeta’s spine with his hot breath as he whispers, “The things I’m gonna do to you Vegeta...Just. You. Wait.” He suckles Vegeta’s ear, causing him to whimper before leaving it covered in a thin sheen of his saliva.
Kakarrot gets up in order to put on some of his favorite heavy metal music. He then reaches into a drawer beside the bed before pulling out a black, studded collar with a chain leash attached. He faces Vegeta before saying, “Put it on,” as he holds it out in his hand. Vegeta peers down at the collar with a mischievous expression before peering up at him while seeming very fragile, bewitching and ethereal, all at once as he sits with his legs alluringly parted while resting on his elbows and causing his luscious lower lip to slide from between his teeth...
~ How did this happen? How is it that Vegeta went from berating him and fighting him every chance he got to being willing to do almost anything for him, even throw away his pride, in order to be the submissive one in their illicit, love affair. Is it possible for the promise of a mind-blowing orgasm to be enough to drive a proud, Saiyan Prince such as Vegeta, to such extremes? Or is it more?
And why is it that Goku craves this submissive energy from Vegeta in the first place? And he is certain that Vegeta knows what this energy does to him...how it inflames his urge to mercilessly dominate, possess and break Vegeta in a way that fighting alone just can’t accomplish. There was a time when food and fighting, at least, took some precedence over making love to the guy. Now almost all Goku ever yearns for...day and night...is to make Vegeta melt in his embrace, writhing with indescribable pleasure underneath him while taking all of him, over and over as he cries out for more of him...until he’s left a submissive, flushed faced puddle of his former proud, royal, Saiyan self.
Before their relationship began, although Goku didn’t know what he was experiencing, he had been attracted to several people throughout his life, evidenced by certain physical reactions he would receive. He’s always had reactions to both males and females and it was inevitable since for a long time, he couldn’t tell the difference between the two. When he first met Chi-Chi, he didn’t have any physical or romantic responses to her. He simply saw her as a good friend. But it wasn’t until after their marriage that things began to change...for a while at least. He thought that he was “in love” with her and she was always willing to do anything...anything to please him and she did for a time. But after Gohan was born, things began to gradually change until their relationship was a cold and distant remnant of what it once was.
Besides the occasional reigniting of their relationship, all that was left was giant, invisible walls, heart-ache along with the abusive tendencies that Chi-Chi would exhibit when she was feeling the most bitter and resentful which Goku tolerated mainly for the sake of being able to stay close to his offspring (which she’d threatened many times to make it so that he’d never see them again, if they ever got a divorce...he never quite understood that...he thought that if she didn’t love him, then why does she want to stay married to him). Overall, his life became devoid of romantic affection from her. Then three years after Cell’s defeat, he started receiving romantic affection again...only from someone else...a surprisingly charming, seductive, handsome Prince from a Planet called Vegeta.
Goku first discovered a lot of these things about his Prince during the flirtatious period before they took it to the next level. It was a very exciting, scary, intense time for Goku and it was the first true “crush” he’d ever experienced (yes...it did take longer for him than most). Vegeta would gaze up at him in a certain way and shivers would run down his spine. He would touch him in a certain way and his body would tremble. Just the thought of Vegeta’s name forced his heart to quicken in his chest and his body to perspire and his lower lip to be bitten. This was a different species, when it came to sexual desire. So sensuous. So carnal. So powerful. His whole body, heart, mind and soul felt overwhelmed constantly and there was immense pressure to go much, much farther than just first, second or third base.
Then one day, the sweltering sexual tension swelling between them became too suffocating. As he rested his back against the grass while the Sun beamed down upon him, he peered up longingly and vulnerably at the full-blooded Saiyan above him. With a commanding energy, Vegeta gently spread his legs. Then as if it were first nature, Goku allowed Vegeta to fill him completely. Eventually, a fire hotter and brighter than a blue star was ignited from deep within him. Once his body became too overwhelmed and his voice became hoarse from crying out so much...all of the fire in his aching loins surged through his body before exploding out through his mouth as he cried out Vegeta’s name. The climax he experienced was beyond comprehension and their sweaty bodies emitted so much energy that Goku was afraid that the Earth would melt underneath them. After that mind-blowing event, it was easy for him to settle into his new sexual role...a role that Chi-Chi had once occupied in his relationship with her...except for when she used a strap-on...she was willing to do anything...
He continued to feel comfortable in his new role until one day Vegeta told him that he didn’t believe it was possible for Goku to be dominant because he didn’t think that he was commanding enough.
Goku was not surprisingly, offended by this proclamation of the Prince’s and therefore wanted to prove him wrong. But of course, in his belligerence, Vegeta didn’t want to oblige him. After much playful goading with sayings like, “Too weak and scared to take something this big inside of you?” Vegeta gave in to Goku’s wishes with one catch: If he didn’t succeed in making him climax. Vividly. He’d have to bow down to him and kiss his feet. Oh! And call him, “Prince Vegeta.” Goku confidently agreed to the bet. Unfortunately...once the time had come...he became uncertain and froze up. But Vegeta, with atypical mercy, told him to just pretend that he wasn’t himself but “Kakarrot,” instead. In the end, Goku accomplished his goal, giving Vegeta an ending more fantastic than the destruction of a giant planet by a Galick Gun attack.
Along with the discovery of his new, “Kamehameha in My Pants” technique, Goku also discovered how much he loved being dominant. After that time, things gradually changed with them switched regularly back and forth between sexual roles, until finally one day, he was the most sexually dominant in the relationship. But despite his current sexual role, he still misses when he was the submissive one most of the time, mostly because Vegeta was just so fricken good at being dominant. But he continues to be the submissive one, not only because he enjoys it but also because he knows how much Vegeta has (astonishingly) grown to love his new role as well. He’s willing to do anything to please his Saiyan Prince mainly because...he loves him. But he sometimes wonders if Vegeta truly appreciates and understands what he has in him.
Goku’s love for Vegeta has become so deep, that it frightens him sometimes. But what frightens him even more is the thought that Vegeta himself, is more in love with his alter ego “Kakarrot” than he is with him. He has always admired the wild, aggressive, brash spirit of a Saiyan warrior so why would he stop now? Over the years, Goku has experienced some strange things. The most notable being a drastic increase in his intellect. He has had to keep a lot of secrets from his family and friends and has even had to keep a few from Vegeta. But he doesn’t know how much longer he can continue on this path. Maybe just telling Vegeta that it’s not gonna work out, would solve his problems. Or telling him that he can’t switch persona’s anymore. But he can’t even comprehend the idea of being without “‘Geta” at this point. Until he figures out what his next move will be, he will continue his current routine...he does enjoy being a lot smarter than he used to be and there are other things he’s come to enjoy as well...though there are many other’s that... ~
Kakarrot extends his hand, so that Vegeta can take the collar. Not being new at this, Vegeta grasps it before fastening it around his neck. Kakarrot picks up the leash before looping it around his hand with an agile hand motion. After this, he says with an unusual coldness to his voice, “Get up.”
After Vegeta is on his feet, he is lead by Kakarrot to the, “SAP” (Subjugate a Prince) chair. Vegeta sits down in the chair before Kakarrot abandons him for a moment in order to fetch some rope. Once he returns, he employs artful means in order to restrain him to the chair so that he can’t escape the twisted things he’s going to do to him. In the midst of everything, he remains eerily silent while periodically catching Vegeta’s eye and making him tremble and melt with a fiendishly lascivious, molten-hot expression. Once Kakarrot is finished subduing his Prince, he appears the equivalent of a heavenly bound angel with his wrists tied behind the back of the chair along with having his ankles tied to the chair with his legs tied to his thighs, forcing them to stay spread open.
Kakarrot removes Vegeta’s collar, disappearing before the unnatural light in the space vanishes leaving only the pale light of a full moon to illuminate them while also flooding their surroundings. Kakarrot reappears looking very shadowy, mysterious and malevolent with the light of the moon casting a pale blue tent against his skin while making his eyes appear the equivalent of pitch-black orbs. He circles around Vegeta while peering down at him like a tiger ready to pounce. Then he stops behind his “prey,” kneeling down before, out of nowhere, Vegeta’s hair is pulled violently causing his head to thrust backwards. He produces a short, excited whimper as his scalp pulsates with a stinging pain. Lips caress his ear as moist, heated breath is cast against it. Then that same ear is enveloped by a warm, wet sensation before being suckled and licked. Vegeta hears his own raspy voice moaning breathily as he leans into the mouth stimulating him. Once it stops, a voice hisses while a hand stays entangled within his thick mane, “You belong to ME now...I can do whatever I want to you and nobody can stop me...I am Kakarrot...the most powerful being in the universe and don’t you forget it.”
Suddenly, Vegeta feels his head being released but the pain in his scalp continues to linger. The man behind him kneels back up before drifting in front of him. Vegeta’s eyes grow wide in shock and awe while the muscle inside of his chest cavity flutters as he beholds the most magnificent, intimidating, menacingly beautiful being he’s ever seen. It is a being dressed in traditional Saiyan regalia that reminds him a lot of his old Saiyan regalia; with the armor consisting of very broad shoulder pads shaped like dragonfly wings along with the bottom half that has dragonfly-wing shaped panels that hang down past the sides of the waist and over the crouch. Kakarrot also has on boots and gloves to go with the uniform and even a light blue scouter. The only things different from Vegeta’s uniform are his legs and arms, which have no fabric covering them along with his armor being shades of dark blue-grey, white and black. His gloves are also fingerless along with being white and a dark, blue-grey while his boots are a black, white and dark, blue-gray.
Kakarrot gives Vegeta more time to take in his gloriously imposing form before finally leaning down, uttering silkily as he holds Vegeta’s face, “Now where were we? Oh yeah. About to punish the little Prince for being naughty...has my favorite masochistic Prince been a naughty boy since his Kakarrot’s been gone, hm?”
Vegeta bites his lip while pretending to be very angelic and innocent (we all know, he’s faaar from that) as he shakes his head from side to side. It’s almost as if he’s begging to be broken. Kakarrot’s dominating, dark personality begins to become more emblazoned. “Is that right,” he utters with an ominous, coarse quality to his tone before leaning back up slowly. He mumbles in a subdued, threatening voice, “Remember when I told you not to touch yourself or use dildo’s and vibrators in place of my cock, when I’m not around? Did you obey me? And don’t you dare lie to me, unless you want your punishment to be over nine-thousand times harsher (Oh, he’s in for it now...all Kakarrot needs is a little push).” Vegeta stalls for a moment before whispering, “Yes. I did.” At the sound of those words, Kakarrot goes ape-shit crazy! He bites out the words, “I told you!” with a murderous, teeth baring scowl on his face before slapping Vegeta across the cheek with the palm of his hand leaving a red mark and a blinding, stinging sensation.
He moves right up in front of Vegeta’s face, so close that their foreheads and noses are touching while his hot, minty breath casts a moist mist across his lips, and he clenches the hair on the back of his head before exclaiming, “How many times do I have to tell you not to disobey me?! Only in my presence! Got it?!” The tone of Kakarrot’s voice sounds so bitter and cruel, that Vegeta swallows hard while trembling, aching desire pools through him before he stutters quietly, “Yeh...yeh-yes...Goku.” Kakarrot rises up swiftly. He slaps Vegeta again before casting a glare at him acidic enough to melt platinum. He slaps him one more time before grasping Vegeta’s hair again as he brings his face up very close. He says in a low, icy tone, “Don’t ever call me that again, little fucking monkey whore. I am ‘Kakarrot’ to you. Got it?” Vegeta doesn’t answer as he attempts to suppress a mischievous smirk. Kakarrot yanks Vegeta’s head back again. “Ahhh!” Vegeta yelps while Kakarrot moves forward so that his face stays close. “Got that?! Kakarrot! Kakarrot!!!” Vegeta utters gutturally and raspily, “Got it! Kakarrot!” Kakarrot stalls for a moment. “That’s better.”
He leans up some, away from Vegeta’s face before holding his chin up with the tip of his index finger, “Remember now. All of this is our little secret. You don’t even want to imagine the horrible things Kakarrot’s going to do to you, if our little secret gets out. Even if you did reveal anything. No one. And I mean. No. One. Would be able to help you. You are mine. Remember that, monkey slut.” Vegeta senses the hard, smooth texture of nails as they stroke his soft cheek while a low purr caresses his ears. Then Kakarrot’s fingertips cast a cold, rough feeling against Vegeta’s hot, naked skin as they glide across his chest and shoulder in the midst of the imposing figure circling behind him. After kneeling down, hot breathe caresses Vegeta’s ear as a voice hisses, “The Prince likes it when Kakarrot’s in control, doesn’t he?” The voice groans with orgasmic, sadistic intensity, “YEEeaah.” Suddenly Vegeta’s head is yanked back again causing him to moan brightly with need.
Kakarrot groans against Vegeta’s ear before uttering through clenched teeth with the tone of a wicked sadist, “I’m gonna do so many sick and depraved things to you, VegeTAAA! I’m gonna fuck your brains out until your body bursts into bloody pieces! I’m gonna rape your skull and bruise your esophagus with my gigantic cock! I’m gonna make you scream so hard that your lungs explode and your eyes and nose bleed!” Vegeta starts to feel the tip of something sharp pressing up against the tender flesh of his neck and his heart begins to race faster in his chest as his breathing becomes chopped and labored. The sharp length of the object lightly teases his vulnerable skin as it is drawn horizontally across his neck. “I want every part of you Vegeta...don’t you understand that? And I never. Ever. Want you to leave me. Ever.” Vegeta breathes heavily, feeling more aroused than he’s felt the entire night.
He whimpers hoarsely, “I’ll never leave you Kakarrot. Every part of me belongs to you.” Kakarrot moans softly as he reveals a sinister smirk that Vegeta is oblivious to. Then he presses the tip of the dagger into Vegeta’s skin, before piercing it. The Saiyan Prince hisses before a stream of blood comes trickling down out of the wound. Kakarrot uses his fingertips to swipe some of it up before purring as he licks it all off. Then he chants erotically, “You taste so sweet, Vegeta.”
He returns the tip of the dagger to Vegeta’s skin. Kakarrot glides the tip of the dagger, deliberately, across Vegeta’s chiseled jaw, slowly down Vegeta’s neck, then his chest before very tediously circling it around his taut nipple causing Vegeta to groan heavily. “You like that, hm?” Kakarrot asks before continuing to drag the knife lower and lower, until it reaches a spot right above Vegeta’s pubic area adorned with curly, brown hair. “Mmm, such a cute little bush...can’t wait ‘til it’s thrusting up against my lips.” He doesn’t take the dagger anywhere near Vegeta’s dripping erection. Instead, he drags the tip back up over his rippling abs, rib cage and chest before circling it around his other hardened nipple. Vegeta whimpers heavily, feeling as if he’s going to die of sexual arousal. Kakarrot feels very excited from all of this extremely kinky foreplay as well. “I bet you wish I were inside of you right now...making you moan. Scream. Sob my name. As I take you over. And over. And over again.” He suckles the very sensitive erogenous spot on Vegeta’s neck. “Oh, Kami,” Vegeta gasps in response. At this point, Vegeta is so hot, literally and figuratively, that it’s quite obvious as his body and forehead glisten with sweat while his face is the shade of crimson read and his lips are beautifully swollen and moist from licking them.
But Kakarrot just can’t get enough of “torturing” his little Prince, so he prolongs things a bit longer. He begins to press and twirl his stiffened tongue, painstakingly, against the skin of Vegeta’s neck, purring while continuing to circle around Vegeta’s hardened nipple with the tip of his blade. Then suddenly, as if possessed, Vegeta’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his eyelids flutter and his body shudders while a stifled moan struggles to escape his throat...but thankfully he doesn’t climax. At this point, Kakarrot realizes that it’s time to give Vegeta some rest. He kneels up onto his feet before meeting Vegeta face to face. He indulges in the sight he beholds; Vegeta looking so exquisite and helpless with his shapely lips and face glowing more than usual as his eyes beg for Kakarrot’s body and touch. Kakarrot begins to stroke Vegeta’s moist cheek.
He utters with orgasmic, sadistic tension in his voice, “How badly do you want it? I wanna hear you beg.” Vegeta stalls for a moment as he produces a shuddering exhale. Finally, he utters gutturally, “I want it more than I want Bulma.” “You can do better than that.” “I want it more than I want to surpass you in strength.” “Getting war-meer,” Kakarrot chants. Feeling quite desperate at this point, Vegeta bites his lower lip as he peers sideways before gazing back up at Kakarrot with furrowed eyebrows and pleading eyes, “I want it so badly, Kakarrot. Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll never leave you, Kakarrot! I will suck your cock everyday for the rest of my life! I’ll never call you a ‘third class’ ever again! I will admit you are stronger than me! I will completely cast my pride aside and even bow down to you and kiss your feet despite being the Prince of all Saiyans!” He begins to stutter, “I, I...I just need it so badly! If I don’t get release soon, I think I’ll...I’ll DIE! Please! Please Kakarrot!”
Kakarrot stares down at Vegeta for a moment with a cunning smirk on his face. Finally he purrs, “I’ll take all of it except for the last two. The Prince of all Saiyans must never bow down or kiss the feet of any being. Ever. Repeat it.” “What?” “Repeat what I just said!” Vegeta stares at Kakarrot with a blank expression. “Well...I, Vegeta must never...” before he can finish his sentence, his head is snapped back again. This time, instead of crying out with passion, he suppresses laughter. “Say it faster!” Kakarrot commands. Vegeta blurts out, “Imustneverbowdownorkissthefeetofanybeingever!” Kakarrot smiles with amusement, breaking his character for a moment before concluding, “That’s more like it.”
Kakarrot slowly loosens his grip on Vegeta’s hair. He presses his large paw to the back of Vegeta’s head as he leans down before thrusting their lips together. Vegeta’s mouth parts desperately for him before they begin to kiss each other deeply and passionately. After their lips part, they gaze romantically into each other’s eyes as a tender purr escapes Kakarrot’s throat. Kakarrot moves down onto his knees in front of Vegeta as he gazes up at him lovingly. He senses himself slipping away for a moment before finally regaining control as the gentleness and passion in his eyes begins to fade. It is replaced with a devilish, suggestive gleam in his eyes as he glides his tongue across his upper lip.
His vision lowers to Vegeta’s neglected nature, dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum. He knows what Vegeta wants but he isn’t going to give it to him...at least not yet. Instead, he begins to place heavy suckles and licks against the inner part of Vegeta’s thigh; making him gasp, whimper and sigh; making his lips quiver; making his body tremble with every exquisite sensation that envelops him. While Kakarrot’s mouth continues to move up Vegeta’s thigh, he licks the tip of his middle finger before reaching up to lightly stroke one of Vegeta’s stiff, light-brown nipples causing him to express his urgent need with a bright and breathy moan while his pores continue to leak sweat onto his creamy skin causing his restrained muscles to glisten even more.
After inching further up Vegeta’s thigh, Kakarrot’s mouth finds Vegeta’s jewels made of flesh before proceeding to suckle each one into his mouth as he tenderly holds Vegeta’s shaft. “Nnngh, Kakarrot! M-MORE!” Vegeta whines. Kakarrot continues to torment Vegeta to no end (he’s just so eviiil like that, unlike his alter ego). He allows his swollen lips to linger in front of Vegeta’s crown of flesh before his slippery tongue glides against it teasingly, causing Vegeta to release a breezy moan. Kakarrot begins to twirl his tongue around it, causing an array of brilliant sensations to wash over Vegeta while a bright cry escapes his lips. Finally, after licking and suckling Vegeta’s length all over, drenching it in his saliva, Kakarrot grasps Vegeta’s slender waist between his large, powerful hands before devouring him whole. Suddenly the world around Vegeta disappears, only to be replaced with excruciatingly bright and mind-blowing satisfaction along with Kakarrot’s gorgeous face and disheveled tresses.
He hears someone crying out vividly before realizing that it’s himself. He envisions dark, ravenous eyes accentuated by thick, black, silky eyebrows peering up at him hungrily while piercing him to the core and making his body shudder even more than it already is. He feels his face contorting every time another glorious wave of splendor washes over him. Then he perceives more erotic sounds...bright whimpers, deep groans, heavy pants...erupting from his throat as his own dark, heavy browed, heavy-lidded eyes become mesmerized by the sight of flushed, swollen lips gliding back and forth over his very swollen and ripe sex organ.
How amazing it is to have a being so otherworldly in his beauty, with his head so close to the most intimate parts of you while partaking of your essence and taste so enthusiastically as the smell of his arousal intermingles with yours. ‘Kakarrot, you’re so fucking sexy,’ he thinks to himself. His thoughts along with the reminder of how kinky this whole situation is with the sensation of the rope gripping his flesh, inflames him even more and he hears his own voice growing hoarser with his hips grinding vigorously against Kakarrot’s lips as he tries to speak while only managing to whimper brightly and weakly, “It feels s-so fucking good! Yes, Kakarrot! Yes!!!” Once the man below him begins to vibrate his erection with sounds of purring, he begins to feel himself slipping over the edge into nirvana.
As a cool current of wind begins to encircle them, Vegeta appears utterly breathtaking as every muscle in his body is tensed and drenched with sweat, with his nipples nice and taut while his head is pushed back and his gasping lips appear alluringly swollen and pouty. Then as he clenches his ass cheeks and teeth, lightning bolts of exquisite satisfaction surge through his loins causing him to release a short, passionate cry before his throat tightens and his voice strains. His gorgeous frame convulses while he spills a waterfall of his creamy, white ejaculate down the back of Kakarrot’s throat. He continues to ride blistering waves of ecstasy that seem to go on forever, caressing Kakarrot’s ears with sensuous sighs, whimpers and pants as Kakarrot pumps him more while still swallowing Vegeta’s seed. Once Vegeta’s spasms of excruciating pleasure subside, he’s left panting heavily while swimming in a very blissful, drunken state of mind as his head remains tilted backwards.
After Kakarrot relinquishes Vegeta’s softening erection, he rises up in order to fetch a towel from the bathroom. He returns with the towel still in his hand as he finishes cleaning his face while Vegeta gazes up at him with a hazy, mildly grinning expression. He is still experiencing the enrapturing side affects of his tremendous climax. Kakarrot strokes Vegeta’s hot, wet cheek with his fingertips. “Was it good for you my Prince?” Vegeta sighs, “Yes. Words can’t...” before his voice trails off. After his focus returns he concludes, “I can’t wait to give you what you just gave me.”
A heavy groan rises from Kakarrot’s throat and his body shudders as he experiences flashbacks of how passionately Vegeta expressed his sexual yearning and how the depths of the desperation and longing in his voice made Kakarrot’s aching bulge strain painfully against the bloomers attached to his Saiyan uniform. He reflects on his musky scent. The intoxicating taste of his juices. The way the Saiyan Prince’s massiveness stretched his lips towards their limit as torrents of warm liquid pooled down his chin. The x-rated slurping and slicking sounds of along with the intimate way his russet shaded pubic hair tickled his lips. Kakarrot lowers his hand away from Vegeta’s face before stepping back. Then he holds his arms out a small distance from his sides as his palms face Vegeta and his fingers curl in a picturesque way.
A bright light begins to surround him, giving him the appearance of a deity descending from the heavens. Once the light vanishes, Kakarrot’s uniform is gone and Vegeta beholds his naked frame. It’s as if time has completely stopped as their eyes connect. Then as if seeing him naked for the first time, Vegeta’s irises and pupils begin to trace Kakarrot’s spellbinding form. He takes in all of him...the perfectly balanced, triangular shape of his torso; his décolletage that is like an ancient tree trunk; the angles of his feet; the artistic details of his wrists, knuckles, palms and fingers that make a perfect whole; his flawlessly sculpted legs that would make a male ballet dancer kill; his nature that rises towards the heavens like an immense tree branch bleeding sap... He is extraordinary in every way. Goku is extraordinary in every way...and Vegeta is very aware of this. How in the universe could he even dream about letting something this precious slip from his fingertips? His vision rises again before resting on the Saiyan’s large, transcendent eyes.
Kakarrot begins to saunter towards him, causing Vegeta’s heart to speed up in his chest. As Vegeta peers up at him with subconscious reverence in his eyes, Kakarrot tenderly presses his hand to his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb as a smirk tugs at his lips. Finally, as he slowly leans down, he continues to imprison Vegeta’s dark irises with his own before reluctantly breaking their visual bond. He unties Vegeta’s legs and thighs along with his wrists before leaning back up and placing his collar back on his neck. He leans down, bringing his lips close to Vegeta’s ear before whispering as his hand lingers in his hair, “Don’t move until I give the okay.” As his face drifts away, the warmth and moistness of his cheek still lingers against Vegeta’s skin. After moving back a few paces, he beckons Vegeta to him with the come-hither motion of his index finger. Vegeta gets up from his chair before floating over towards him. Once he arrives, Kakarrot commands, “Get down on your knees.”
Vegeta keeps his eyes on Kakarrot’s impassive face as he lowers himself to the ground. Then Vegeta continues to peer up at Kakarrot as Kakarrot combs his fingers through Vegeta’s hair before fisting the hair on the back of his head. He hisses, “Do you like sucking third class cock, hm?” Kakarrot feels himself shuddering slightly with his own words and Vegeta shudders with his words too. “Yes,” the Saiyan Prince whispers in reply. “Mmmmmm,” Kakarrot purrs, his deep tone sending shivers down Vegeta’s back. Kakarrot glides the tip of his tongue slowly and sensuously over his plush upper lip before whispering with cold, sexual tension in his voice, “Take it into your mouth.”
Eager to taste the Saiyan ambrosia leaking from him, Vegeta doesn’t delay as he takes Kakarrot’s length into his hand before lowering his face in order to suckle his bloated, purple tip. Kakarrot’s vision flashes with all of the colors of the rainbow as he forces air out of his lungs. He’s been waiting so long to feel Vegeta’s soft, marvelous lips against him which is why it must feel as mind-blowing as it does now that his wish is being fulfilled. Vegeta begins to twirl his tongue around the head of his Power Pole, just as Kakarrot did to him earlier, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. Then as Vegeta begins to suckle his tip once more, his hand creates slow, heavy movements against Kakarrot’s upper thigh as he squeezes it, increasing the shockwaves of pleasure blasting through him.
Kakarrot begins to feel himself succumbing to the tumultuous storm that has been gradually building up inside of him the entire day as his eyelids flutter and his head temporarily falls backward while purring his approval. Vegeta senses the spike in his energy along with the spike in his sweet, musky scent which causes him to become reawakened.
Kakarrot abruptly clenches Vegeta’s head between his palms before grunting in desperation, “I need you now, Vegeta!” Right after uttering his words, he forces himself deep into Vegeta’s warm, salivating orifice until he feels himself hitting the back of his throat. As blistering currents of gratification seer through him, he whimpers, “Oohh! Kamiiii!” before releasing a quiet, broken sigh drenched with aching need. Kakarrot begins to bob Vegeta’s head back and forth against him in a lust filled frenzy. Despite how far he reaches down Vegeta’s throat and not to mention how terrific his size is, the Saiyan Prince doesn’t gag simply because he is so used to it at this point.
However, he does thoroughly enjoy the way Kakarrot takes complete control of him and he throbs everytime he feels Kakarrot gliding back and forth past his soaked and swollen lips while also causing his own member to leak as he vibrates Kakarrot with muffled purrs. “Hhhuh. Hhhuh. Hhhuh.” The closer Kakarrot gets to reaching heaven, the more striking he appears as his body glistens with sweat, with his nipples taut from his excitement while his arched neck reveals his adams-apple which bobs up and down with every straining cry and choking whimper and bitter hiss as his swollen lips pucker erotically and his unkempt hair becomes so drenched, that locks of it clings to his face. “Nngh-Vegeta...Vegetaanngh...” Suddenly, the air around them begins to become unstable as it transforms into a tunnel of wind energy.
After swiftly exploding with the force of a million Ki Blasts, he wails the beginning of Vegeta’s name before his voice is stifled by a vividly bright, straining cry into the atmosphere. Vegeta’s head throbs as he feels Kakarrot’s grip tightening around his scalp while making his head bob quickly and erratically as he saturates his mouth with a river of the delicious, tangy essence that splashes down over his chin and neck. The excruciatingly fantastic waves of bliss that Vegeta’s mouth elicits seem to drag on for an eternity as Kakarrot continues to release broken gasps and vividly bright whimpers. Eventually, his extreme pangs of bliss subside and he is left hardly being able to stand or breathe. As soon as Vegeta releases him, causing a torrent of even more liquid to pool down Vegeta’s chin, he whispers, “I have to...” not even finishing his sentence before absentmindedly stumbling towards the bed before collapsing onto his back with his legs and arms stretched out. Vegeta smirks to himself triumphantly before cleaning his face with the towel Kakarrot abandoned earlier... (To Be Continued)
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