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Flexible	By : Ulrike Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the DBZ characters. No money was made from this fanfiction. All rights belong to Akira Toriyama.

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- 1-Flexible
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*Happy Valentine’s Day everybody! I decided to write something that is not usually in my style: light-hearted smut. This is a one-shot focusing on Vegeta and Goku’s personalities, about two years after the battle against Buu… while they are having explosive sex, as well! I think I’ve always had a hard time capturing Goku’s character because I was never a huge fan of him in my younger years. Goku has definitely grown on me and I wanted to try and write him in a way that is similar to how he is in the show; something, again, that has never been my strong suit.
So…what happens when Goku feels like helping Vegeta stretch after a pretty harsh spar? Well…read and find out!*
Warnings: Anal sex and hand jobs. Some coarse language, as well.
It was a wonderful feeling: dodging quick attacks, sensing the swipes of air as fists sailed past sweating faces, and ultimately experiencing the brute force behind every blow. The saiyajins darted through the summer air, almost dancing as they sparred. Hands nimbly deflected punches and teeth ground together as both warriors pushed against one another.
Fighting in the second level of super-saiyajin, Goku and Vegeta focused on each other’s unique, individual energies, moving with the pulsating ki that told the tale of their current emotions, strengths, and weaknesses.
Goku was elated as he gripped Vegeta’s muscled arm and flipped him over his shoulder, hurling the shorter fighter into the distance. Ever since the battle against Majin Buu, the prince had become more open to sparring with him, making their meet-ups an almost scheduled event. While the warriors of Earth had been training for the androids years ago, the arrogant saiyajin prince would not let Goku come anywhere near him, stating that his training was a solitary, sophisticated practice, and that the third-class’s presence would only slow him down. Now they fought two or three times a week!
Goku’s return to Earth after seven years of being dead had affected Vegeta deeply. Years of pent up frustration had culminated into madness and the disturbed prince had allowed himself to fall victim to the Majin possession. Goku hid a small smile as he remembered how much Vegeta had changed during the battle that almost ended everything. They had fused bodies, supported each other, protected one another, and united to defend not only the earth, but the entire universe.
Two years after the sensational battle, the full-blooded saiyajins found that they didn’t always have to communicate through words. Vegeta was very conscious of Goku’s thoughts and the seemingly simple-minded Earth saiyajin could sense every emotion within Vegeta.
Neither dared to speak of the strange connection, but it seemed so natural to understand what the other was thinking by a simple nod of the head or a passing thought. Their battle techniques had strengthened and both Goku and Vegeta found it difficult to land a blow, mirroring every miniscule action as they exchanged punches and kicks. Panting, the saiyajins raised their powers, sending a blast of golden light across the green land below.
Vegeta smirked and Goku mimicked him. Their clothes were torn, lines of blood trailed down their faces, and their bodies ached, but the exhilaration was still there. Charging each other again, the warriors struck out, their hands glowing with ki as their knuckles collided with each rapid punch. Goku’s orange-clad body disappeared and Vegeta was hurled forward by a solid kick to his spine. The smaller saiyajin’s head bent back and he flung his shoulders behind him, flipping in midair to crack the top of his booted foot against his opponent’s skull.
With a pained yelp, Goku fell toward the ground, his eyes blinded momentarily with sharp comets of light, before righting himself. Vegeta was already on top of him and Goku barely brought his arms up in time to protect his face. A bone-shattering punch connected with his forearms and Goku was launched backwards. As the rushing wind blew his blond locks into his eyes, the third-class warrior extended his senses outward, using his energy as a form of sonar. The familiar tickle of warning flashed within his cerebellum and Goku’s reaction was instantaneous.
A sharp elbow slammed into Vegeta’s diaphragm, knocking the wind from his lungs and paralyzing him for the time being. His world spun and strong fingers gathered the material of his blue shirt, casting him over Goku’s shoulder and slamming him into the forested ground where he remained embedded in a small crater, eyes blinking slowly from the force of the impact. A blurred, orange form hovered into view and Vegeta lowered his eyelids, trying to regain his senses and ignore the agony pounding throughout his muscles.
“You ok?”
Goku’s boots landed on the edge of the small divot. Vegeta was still a super-saiyajin, but his eyes were closed and his face was blank. Goku studied his opponent, holding back a smirk as he knew Vegeta was one to play dead before leaping awake at any moment. So he waited, focusing on the steady level of the prince’s energy. His ki was slightly lower than usual, but Goku imagined his was, as well. They had been sparring for nearly three hours.
“Ok, I’m getting bored now,” Goku whined. He slid into the shallow crater and stood over Vegeta’s still form. “Chi-Chi said she’d cook for both of us when we got back, but I guess I’ll go home and eat your share, too.”
The blur of blue was quick and Goku was almost subdued by the lively prince as his gloved hand shot toward his face. With a cackling laugh, the taller saiyajin sped backward, his feet gliding above the ground as he retreated.
“Knew that would get you movin’!”
If there was anything that truly infuriated Vegeta, it was the damn third-class eating his food. Vegeta phased-out from Goku’s sight and the playful fighter blinked in surprise as his wily rival’s ki appeared directly against his back. An arm locked around Goku’s neck and both saiyajins tumbled to the ground. Writhing in the solid grip, the powerful Earth warrior turned red in the face as Vegeta brought his knee up and pressed it against his cheek, forcing Goku’s head into the grass.
With a frustrated growl, Goku dragged his arm across the ground, his elbow embracing the back of Vegeta’s neck as his other hand gripped his opposite fingers, holding the flame-haired saiyajin in a headlock. But even in this position, Vegeta had the advantage, his weight resting on top of Goku as his leg and arm ground his face into the dirt.
“I didn’t think you knew much about wrestling, Vegeta,” Goku groaned.
The prince simply smirked and carefully brought his free arm down, bracing his own leg as he applied pressure to Goku’s cheek. Both saiyajins were panting and grunting, their muscles jouncing with exhaustion as they pathetically tugged and pushed against each other. The warriors had too much pride to simply give up. It would be hours before they disengaged.
Goku relaxed suddenly and sighed, knowing his next move would be unfair. But he understood how stubborn both he and Vegeta could be and Goku truly did not want to be trapped in this current uncomfortable position until it got dark outside. Pressing his lips together, the golden saiyajin gathered his energy, his body growing hot as the third-level transformation hovered within his reach.
“What?” Vegeta barked. “No, Kakarot.”
“Sorry, but….I’m really hungry.”
The golden rays of power exploded outward and Vegeta let out an angry growl as his grip loosened and released altogether. Goku stood quickly as the prince was hurled into the sky, the shock of the concussive energy rattling his tired bones. Goku hadn’t transformed into super-saiyajin three, but his body quaked with monstrous power as he teleported behind the falling prince and slipped his arms underneath Vegeta’s pits, restraining him in a full-nelson.
“God dammit,” Vegeta hissed.
Gloved fingers drew together and Vegeta pressed his fists against his forehead. The resilient saiyajin twisted his body to the side, trying to hurl his opponent over his shoulder to drive him into the ground below, but Goku tightened his grip as he was lifted slightly into the air. A resulting crunch vibrated through the land and Vegeta let out a pained gasped, his left arm limply sliding from Goku’s hold and breaking free. Dislocated shoulder.
Goku fully released the injured fighter, words of apology already on his tongue, but a series of sharp kicks collided with his chin. With a startled cry, the childish warrior grabbed his face and shook his head, expecting another round of attacks. But nothing came. Vegeta hovered before him, gripping his useless shoulder and chuckling softly, causing Goku to grin, as well. Wiping the blood from his lips, the exhausted saiyajin powered down, his black hair dropping back into its usual haphazard fashion. Gesturing with his head, Goku made his way to the forest floor and plopped onto the ground, sitting cross-legged as he calmed his breathing. Vegeta’s white boots slowly touched down and he joined his fellow saiyajin, lowering himself in a way that wouldn’t jostle his dislocated arm and cause further pain.
“You know, you didn’t have to go to those lengths to try and win,” Goku chastised.
“Try and win? Oh, I did win.”
Goku released an indignant gasp. “I had you! You cheated by dislocating your shoulder!”
“You cheated by almost powering-up into that cursed super-saiyajin three form and teleporting!” Vegeta spat.
Goku wanted to say that simply being more powerful didn’t mean he had cheated, but that would have been a low blow. Instead he watched silently as Vegeta took a few deep breaths and brought his knees to his chest, gingerly raising his hands to the front of his legs. Gripping his knees as well as he could, the prince leaned back quickly and popped his shoulder back into place. Goku winced.
“I hate it when you do that.”
“Humph.” Vegeta stretched his legs out in front of him and laid back, his arms draped to the sides as his body relaxed. “I seem to recall, a couple weeks ago, a certain low-class saiyajin wedging his knee between two rocks to put his patella back in place.”
Goku smiled at the memory and shrugged. His stomach growled and he giggled childishly.
“Man, I’m hungry! Chi-Chi promised that if I came home early, she’d feed us both,” he reminded the tried prince.
Vegeta merely grumbled, though his mouth watered at the thought of indulging in the woman’s food. Bulma’s mother was a whirlwind of energy in the kitchen and could bake like no other, but Kakarot’s wife was an artist at the stove. Since the battle against Buu, Vegeta had been welcomed more warmly into the Z-crowd’s circle, which meant he had been allowed entrance into their homes and to their weird, social gatherings. The surly saiyajin found it difficult to say no to his rival’s wife’s cooking after sampling it a few years back.
The saiyajin prince began to stretch slowly, wincing at the cramping pain in his muscles. Everything hurt and he frowned as he realized he may have finally been getting old. Rotating his leg across his body, he stretched his left hip and upper quads, suddenly feeling drowsy as the impact of the spar finally settled upon him. Doing the same with his right leg, Vegeta extended his toes and placed his hands around the back of his calf, pulling his entire leg to his face and then onto his shoulder. Holding the stretch for a moment, he lowered his muscled leg and twisted his upper body so his chest practically laid flat against the grass, his lower half still facing upward. The pop in his spine felt good.
“Ugh, this is going to take forever!” Goku suddenly shouted.
Standing, the impatient saiyajin made his way to Vegeta, completely ignoring the look of annoyance on the man’s face.
“Here. I’ll stretch you out and then we can finally go eat.”
“Kakarot, you touch me, you—”
The smaller saiyajin let out a gasp as Goku placed one hand on the back of his ankle and the other behind his knee, lifting his leg into the air. Vegeta was laying flat on his back and his fingers clutched the grass, as his muscles protested at first and then relaxed into a pleasurable stretch. The third-class saiyajin leaned into the athletic calf, bouncing slightly against the resisting strength before slowly easing forward, tipping Vegeta’s leg gently.
The proud saiyajin watched Goku’s curious expression as he pressed against the stiff muscles, the man’s young face becoming increasingly surprised as Vegeta’s straight, pointed leg fell further and further backwards. Goku’s black eyes darted from the blue-clad limb to Vegeta’s blank visage, ensuring that he wasn’t causing his friend any pain. His face drew closer to Vegeta’s until the golden-tipped toes of the prince’s boot touched the grass next to his head.
“This doesn’t hurt?”
Vegeta looked at him coolly. “No. Are you saying you can’t do this?”
Goku bounced against the lax leg, testing its give. “I can if I go slowly, but there’s no resistance here at all. I had no idea you were this flexible.”
“Yeah, well, flexibility can only do so much in a battle. All that matters is brute strength, cunning, and a lot of energy.”
“Not necessarily,” Goku replied, as he lowered the leg and lifted the opposite, practically falling on top of the prince’s solid chest as he pushed his body weight against the older saiyajin’s hamstring and calf. “I have a clear memory of you kicking that orange-skinned guy in the face on planet Namek. Your reflexes were so fast that no one saw it coming. You almost kicked yourself in the face, too!”
“Oh, I did not!” Vegeta barked, moving his head to the side so he could see past his flattened limb. “Besides, how could you have seen my fight against Jeice? You were busy dying in Ginyu’s body.”
Goku let out a sneaky “hee hee” and lowered the prince’s leg to the ground. The childish saiyajin scanned Vegeta’s body, inspecting other areas of interest.
“Roll onto your stomach.”
“I’m stretched out enough, Kakarot. Let’s go.”
“No, no. Come on,” Goku whined, placing his hands on his ally’s hip and tugging impatiently.
Vegeta let out an annoyed groan, but followed the dopey saiyajin’s wishes. Situated on his stomach, he allowed the third-class to link his elbow around Vegeta’s un-injured arm and one underneath his knees. The prince was pulled into a backbend that could only have been attained by well-trained dancers or gymnasts. Goku hesitated, gauging the prince’s tolerance level, before wrenching him further, doubling him as he eased Vegeta’s feet onto his arched shoulders.
“Can you link your arms with your knees?”
“Yes,” Vegeta replied simply, showing his flexibility to the awestruck earthling.
The prince craned his head over one bent shoulder, peering at Goku casually as he wrapped his hands around the tops of his legs and pulled until his toes touched the ground next to his ears.
“Man, I knew you were acrobatic, Vegeta,” Goku gushed, “but this is pretty awesome.”
Letting go of his limbs, Vegeta rolled back onto his rear-end, somewhat flattered by the superior warrior’s admiration. He normally despised the thought of Kakarot’s hands on his body in any way, but the feeling of being applauded by the fool definitely stroked his ego.
“One more,” Goku said.
Vegeta rolled his eyes but permitted the silly warrior to explore his bodily capabilities. Both legs were forced into the air this time and Vegeta’s breath caught in his chest slightly as his feet were arched over his head, toes resting on other side of his face. Vegeta’s arms were splayed out limply in the grass and he couldn’t help but smirk as he was merely used as a toy to satisfy Goku’s innocent curiosity.
However his amusement quickly faded as one of the hands that had been pressing against his calf slid to the waistband of his tight, blue pants and began rolling the garment from his chiseled hips. In a surprised stupor, the prince peered past his upraised legs and blinked as he saw his bare ass exposed to the daytime sun. Adding to his astonishment was the sudden bulbous pressure nudging against his opening.
“What are you doing?” Vegeta asked flatly.
“Oh, I was just going to see what it was like to put my penis inside you.”
Vegeta tried rising onto his elbows, but his spine screamed in protest as his legs were still stretched parallel to the rest of his body. He glared at the honest face above him and realized that the idiotic saiyajin truly did not understand what he had just purposed.
“Kak-Kakarot, put my legs down.”
Goku pouted and tilted his head to the side, lowering the prince’s feet so his heels came to rest on the third-class’s broad shoulders. Vegeta’s eye twitched in annoyance at not being obeyed precisely, but he was still far too perturbed to bother with the strange pose he was in.
“Kakarot, you can’t just do that.”
“Do what?”
“You can’t stick your dick in someone because you’re curious!”
Goku continued to pout. His confusion was obvious and Vegeta could not comprehend how the foolish creature was unable to grasp what he was saying.
“Sorry, I just ain’t ever tried it with a boy before,” he explained sincerely with a shrug. “Seeing how flexible you are and touching your body like this makes me feel excited.”
Vegeta stared at the warrior, completely at a loss for words. He felt angry toward the uncomfortable and embarrassing situation, yet there was something extremely endearing about Goku’s honest interest in him. Still…this was Kakarot, and while Vegeta had always been relatively open about having sex with almost any man, woman, or alien species, he couldn’t deny or ignore the fact that he had hated this person for a large part of his life.
“Look, you can’t just decide to have sex with someone because you’re horny.”
“But the old magazines and books Master Roshi used have me and Krillin read said I could.”
Vegeta paused before answering, piecing together what his old rival had said. “That’s porn, Kakarot. That’s not real. Besides, that perverted, old turtle-hermit is someone who definitely should not be giving out sexual advice.”
The prince remembered hurling an adult movie at the disgusting lecher’s head when Roshi had offered it to him.
“You and Bulma should watch this. It’ll give you good ideas, eh heh heh!”
The title had been something along the lines of “Beauties in Bondage” or other such nonsense. The idea of the Saiyajin Prince needing to learn something from such a foul, human movie was insulting in and of itself, but to view his woman in such a way…disgraceful.
“You and I both have wives. Or did you forget?”
Goku seriously looked even more confused.
“Yeah, but I used to spar with Chi-Chi, too,” he moped. “Now I spar with you, and she isn’t mad about that.”
Vegeta actually laughed. He knew the low-class warrior was a fool, but he was not aware that he was so, incredibly, socially inept.
“Fucking and fighting are two very different things.”
Goku tilted his head to the side again, giving the prince a sad, little smile. Vegeta could tell that he really wanted to have sex with him and it unnerved him greatly. The prince had heard about Kakarot’s childhood and the way he used to grope people’s genitalia to discover their gender. It took the boy until his teenage years to finally start deciphering the difference between men and women! Was it possible that he viewed sexual relations in the same manner as a spar, something between companions and not lovers?
“So, you’re not going to let me put it in, are you?”
Vegeta was torn. Two years ago…hell…one year ago he would have beaten the shit out of the stupid saiyajin for even suggesting such a thing. Now he was actually considering it. And the only reason was because he, too, knew the difference between a curious round of fucking and intimate love. They would have sex and move on, completely unchanged, whereas every human within their little circle would see it as cheating. Vegeta wondered when he started caring about what the others thought of him.
“How about I just put it in to see how it feels, and if it’s bad, we’ll call it quits.”
“Fine,” Vegeta groaned, rolling his eyes for effect. “But, Kakarot…” He met the excited, black irises of his longtime rival and newly acquired friend. “No one is to ever find out. They would not understand.”
“Right,” Goku agreed with a smile.
Vegeta’s legs were flattened again, his ankles in the firm grip of Goku’s strong hands. The prince clutched the grass at his sides and squeezed his eyes shut as the stiff length of the third-class shoved into him. A wavering moan escaped the prince and Vegeta held his breath, his body so unprepared for this kind of intrusion.
“Wow, there was a lot of resistance there. Are you ok?” Goku asked.
Vegeta cracked an eye open and nodded. It had been a long time since he’d been taken by a man.
“Saiyajins are tough. I’ll manage.”
“Sometimes Chi-Chi needs lube. I could teleport back home and grab some.”
“NO!” Vegeta roared, not wanting to risk the fool blabbing to his wife and sons about their activities. “I said I’ll be fine.”
“So, I can keep going then?”
“Yes,” Vegeta sighed, closing his eyes and willing his body to relax.
Goku drew back slightly before rocking into Vegeta’s backside again, burying his impressive length in the tight heat of the prince’s opening. The earth saiyajin’s fingers cinched around Vegeta’s ankles and the flexible alien’s legs straightened even more. In this position, Goku lay fully on top of the smaller man’s ass, his hips driving forward a few times as his erection grew.
Vegeta bit his lower lip from the pain of the large member pulling at the delicate walls of his anus, but he was completely open to Goku’s plunging cock. The bulbous, bald head repeatedly struck the bundle of nerves deep within him and the prince let out a throaty sigh as his own arousal began to build.
“Oh, you’re so incredibly tight, Vegeta. I can feel your muscles constricting.”
“I don’t need a fucking narration, Kaka—eerrrgghhhh.”
Vegeta’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his prostate was rubbed and prodded. He could hear Goku laughing appreciatively above him and he growled in annoyance, but quickly became aware of his body being shifted. The wild-haired saiyajin rolled the prince onto his side and lifted his right leg high into the air, before allowing Vegeta’s foot to rest against the back of his neck. This position made it a bit easier to breathe and Vegeta closed his eyes, focusing on the intense sensations of the superior fighter fucking him without holding back.
Vegeta’s other leg bent against the soft grass, allowing Goku more access to his entrance. The third-class picked up his pace and began to piston in and out of the small, muscled prince, his mouth hanging open as his cock throbbed with absolute pleasure. His dark eyes scanned the blue-clad saiyajin lying on his side below him. A red blush stained Vegeta’s high cheekbones and his lips were parted slightly as he released small, breathy pants. The sight of him so calm and accepting increased Goku’s attraction and he thrust into his friend hard, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the trees around them.
Vegeta’s white, booted feet came to life as he writhed in the stronger fighter’s grasp, his small foot nudging the back of Goku’s head as he let out a needy whimper.
“Position yourself a little more behind me,” Vegeta whispered, his eyes closed as he pressed his red face into the ground. “Angle a little to the left…no…your other left…”
A beautiful, desperate moan escaped Vegeta’s mouth and Goku stilled momentarily, drinking in the lovely sound of pleasure.
“Ah, do that again, Vegeta.”
“No.”
Goku merely smiled and continued his thrusting, his hips gyrating wildly as he felt himself nearing an amazing orgasm. Yet as he stared down at Vegeta, he could see the angry bulge trying to escape the saiyajin’s tilted pants. He was eager for release, as well.
“Hold on a sec.”
Goku withdrew from Vegeta completely and the smaller soldier let out an angry growl. But Goku ignored him as he urged the prince to roll onto his stomach. Hiking the blue pants down to Vegeta’s knees, Goku gripped the acrobatic warrior’s ankles, once more, and bent his legs over his head. Vegeta groaned a bit as the bottoms of his feet rested directly in front of his own eyes, his entire crotch exposed to the saiyajin above him. The prince’s chin pressed into the grass and his arms laid flat on the ground behind him. It was difficult to breathe in such a position, but he found the hands trailing along his thighs and the fingers caressing the curve of his spine to be quite captivating. Kakarot was admiring him and it brought a strange, new feeling of pride to the usually stoic, cold prince.
With his ass hovering above his skull, Vegeta had no idea how the other saiyajin expected to fuck him, but he was rather surprised when Goku stepped on either side of his helpless body and bent down to grab his wrists, securing them to the forest floor. Facing the prince’s backside, Goku wedged his broad body between the prince’s upraised, bent legs and sat on him, his dick sliding into Vegeta’s red asshole easily.
Vegeta’s voice caught in his throat and a raspy grunt filled the air as Goku crouched and straddled him. Eyebrows pinching together from the strain of the awkward, doubled position, Vegeta lifted his feet from the grass and squeezed his powerful legs around the taller warrior’s hips, hugging the earthling in a strange embrace. With Vegeta’s chest, throat, and chin against the ground, he could only stare into the distance as Goku plunged into his heated hole, the third-class facing the opposite direction. Together they grunted and moaned, getting a fill of each other’s touches.
Vegeta’s teeth clenched and he growled loudly as Goku’s hands released his wrists and one wrapped itself around his swelling dick. The larger saiyajin’s other excited arm reached around the tops of Vegeta’s thighs, pulling his body into him even more for better access. Goku slammed into the rounded, voluptuous buttocks of the saiyajin prince, his young face scrunching as his aching cock was practically choked by the muscles coiling around it. Goku could feel Vegeta’s boots tightening against his spine and the third-class stroked the prince’s hard dick faster, his hand glowing with a low current of energy to heat the throbbing organ.
Small, needy grunts escaped the saiyajin on the ground with every urgent thrust of his partner and Vegeta moaned, his usually composed façade breaking apart as he was bent and fucked mercilessly. His uncontrolled noises seemed to spur Goku more and Vegeta found his chest and chin sliding back on the grass as his ass was pounded ferociously.
“Oh, fucking Kai…oh gods…” Vegeta babbled incoherently.
Goku grit his teeth and hugged the prince’s airborne thighs, sliding into the unbelievably narrow anus with long, heavy thrusts. Hearing Vegeta’s lack of control was exhilarating and Goku closed his eyes as he felt his own balls tighten and lift. His hand pumped the prince’s rigid cock rhythmically as his world turned white with fiery bliss. Goku wasn’t even aware that he was roaring to the world as his veined cock twitched and released, shooting its seed into Vegeta’s back-bent body. Throbbing pleasure rolled over the wild-haired man and he shivered with ecstasy. Moaning and grunting, Goku continued to hump the prince’s backside, riding himself of any remaining semen as his vision returned.
“J-just stay inside f-for—”
Goku heard the small instruction and slowly rocked his large body into the prince, his fingers clenching and tugging the slighter man’s red dick. Vegeta shuddered underneath him and the short legs squeezed Goku’s sides with impressive strength as a questioning, almost pained cry escaped the proud saiyajin. Goku watched in awe as the erect member came to life in his hand, shooting its white stream across the grass and dribbling slightly onto his strong fingers. He could hear the prince trying to muffle his sounds of pleasure, but the man’s loud shout turned into a quavering whine, like that of a spoiled child. The prince’s entire body was trembling and the feet wrapped around Goku’s waist became lax from the strain of having been in an acrobatic backbend for so long.
Goku released his hold on the prince’s thighs and the blue clad legs fell unceremoniously to the ground with a dull thud. With his cock released from the tight asshole, Goku wiped away the evidence of their session and stood, pulling his pants back up and stretching happily. Peering down at Vegeta, he saw that the prince was still laying facedown, his body seemingly spent.
Goku knelt down and hiked Vegeta’s pants up for him, smiling as the saiyajin’s dark eyes finally drifted over to him, still hazy with lust.
“I think I’m going to need a stretch after that,” Vegeta muttered coyly.
“Ugh! Very funny,” Goku replied as he stood and looked in the direction of his house. “Let’s go.”
It took a few seconds for Vegeta to stand and regain his balance. While he had trained his body to receive the brunt of almost any kind of pain or torture (which actually had befallen him throughout his entire life), it had been quite some time since he’d done any acrobatic stretches or contortion fighting techniques. He was a creature of change and adapted quite well to his environments. While living under Frieza’s rein, the saiyajin had to mimic his foe’s fighting styles to survive, many of which involved extreme flexibility and unheard-of battle moves. Now that he resided on Earth, he found his own unique style mirroring those around him; relying mostly on ki and martial arts reminiscent of very old Earth cultures.
His joints and muscles cried out as he stepped toward Goku, his body so tired from the rough treatment it had just received. But the prince had to admit, it made him remarkably turned-on to see his muscled form being contorted under the hands of the marginally stronger fighter. Goku’s touches had been curious, inquisitive; making Vegeta feel a flutter of affection for the simple-minded warrior as he expressed his appreciation with firm touches and tough, calloused hands.
“I could teleport us there.”
“No, let’s fly.” Vegeta lifted from the ground and slowly glided forward. “I want to talk to you before we reach your home.”
Goku looked at him as they flew side-by-side.
“We do not let anyone know about this, ok?”
“Was it a bad thing to do?”
Vegeta glanced at Goku and then observed the green surroundings as they rushed by.
“You and I know it wasn’t bad, but Earthlings wouldn’t understand. It’s considered cheating, Kakarot.”
The prince was struck by how well he understood the culture of planet Earth after only residing there for about thirteen years, whereas Kakarot had lived there his entire life. He thought about Bulma. She had mentioned wanting another child and Vegeta actually liked the idea, feeling somewhat guilty that he had been absent for Trunks’s birth.
He refused to let a non-issue like this damage their marriage, even though he was fairly certain that, while Bulma would be angry if she found out about what transpired between Goku and Vegeta, the open-minded woman would come to understand the strange saiyajin ways with that giant, analytical brain of hers. He didn’t want to risk it, though, and he certainly did not want the other dipshit Earth warriors to be privy to what had occurred.
“Sex usually involves love,” Vegeta continued. “We experimented and fucked, but regardless, your friends and family would not see it that way.”
Goku’s mouth twisted to the side and he looked away, feeling as if he had just been chastised by the older warrior. The rules of courting and mating and relationships were pretty dumb, in Goku’s opinion. He loved everyone equally. He used to spar with Krillin and Yamcha and then with Piccolo and now with Vegeta. What difference did it make if he had sex with Chi-Chi, but tried it with Vegeta, too?
Reading the stray thought, Vegeta answered.
“It would hurt your wife and confuse your sons.”
Goku still wanted to argue that they would all just smile and laugh it off, but he knew Vegeta could see things from different angles and was able to accurately gauge the reaction of most people. Anyway, it didn’t matter. If Vegeta wanted to keep it a secret, Goku would do as he wished.
A small, domed dwelling came into view and Goku immediately forgot what they had been discussing. The smell of food hit both saiyajins and they raced toward the house, stomachs growling and mouths watering.
“But we’ll definitely try it again, right, Vegeta?” Goku asked as they touched down in the Sons’ yard.
The prince crossed his arms and chuckled a bit. “Give me five days rest and we’ll see where things go.”
“Hee hee!” Goku swatted the shorter warrior in the chest and sprinted toward his cozy home. “You’re getting old. I doubt you’ll be able to last long with me!”
Vegeta’s arms fell to his sides. He wasn’t sure what offended him more: Kakarot’s biting comment about his age or the double entendre hinting that his sexual endurance wouldn’t be able to keep up with the young saiyajin’s power. With an angry scoff, the blue-clad warrior sped after the fool, disappearing into the house to continue their verbal battle of wits. The tiny home exploded with Chi-Chi’s annoyed griping, Goten’s excited squeals, and Gohan and Videl’s amused laughter, a perfect environment to match the two full-blooded saiyajins’ lively personalities.
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