Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lovely Bathroom ❯ Chapter 1

A Lovely Bathroom

 

 

Characters/Pairing: GokuxVegeta

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.

Warnings/Notes: Written for the “Favourite Kinks” competition at dragonballzyaoi. Kinks include: cross dressing, omorashi/panty wetting, and some humiliation. Probably OOC, depending how you see it. PWP-ish.

 

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As he sat on the end of their own wide bed, Vegeta found himself constantly flicking his gaze over to the locked door. Currently he was dressed not in his usual armour and spandex, but in a strapless dress with stockings and heels. Whilst he had agreed to this set up, he was still nervous. He'd never let anyone else find out about this. Even though he knew they were more far away from anyone else, he still felt a faint streak of paranoia that someone would barge in on them.

 

It was bad enough that Goku knew. The fusion stopped him from hiding anything, even his innermost secrets and desires. Everything had been put out on display for his rival, and to make things worse, he found out Goku actually liked it as well. The one who he'd thought as a complete innocent also had his own hidden desires, although they were buried far deeper than his own; Vegeta had a strong feeling that it was only his own probing and exploring of the mind he was melded with that awakened them as well. It turned out that Goku liked quite a few things that he didn't even know about.

 

Goku's familiar broad chest pressed against his back, the warmth of his body passing through the flimsy material Vegeta wore with ease. He was sure he could even feel the subtle beat of his quickening pulse against his back as well. When masculine fingers came around his body, creeping over his shoulders with an almost light touch before they moved to the top of the front of his dress, Vegeta started to wonder why he'd allowed this to happen in the first place. He was sitting here, dressed up in an outfit that had ever so thoughtfully been brought to him by Goku- upon his own veiled request of course. He was feeling an increasing need to use the toilet, thanks to the growing pressure on his bladder.

 

In contrast to his self inflicted discomfort, the stockings felt smooth and light against his skin and the lace which started just under his skirt rubbed against his skin when he squirmed. The feel of the more delicate materials was a massive difference to the tough clingy spandex he usually wore.

 

It was true it was something he wanted, even though it humiliated him. Perhaps even the humiliation itself was a temptation. He'd forever been too prideful to allow this to emerge, but once Goku knew, what would be the point of keeping it from him?

 

“Enjoy yourself, Vegeta.” Goku muttered against his neck, continuing to touch the material with occasional gentle tugs, only making Vegeta more aware of it. “I know you like this, all you have to do is let yourself relax.”

 

“Maybe it is you I don't like,” hissed Vegeta, half turning his head but not trying to knock Goku away.

 

“Now I know that just isn't true, Vegeta.”

 

Closing his eyes in resignation, he just allowed his body to lean back against Goku's and let arms wrap around his torso. There was no point in engaging in a pointless argument right now, when there was nothing to be gained. He could feel fingers running down his sides, tracing over contours through the dress; he felt a twinge of embarrassment when they were led astray from the occasional loose material due to his contrast in body shape to the intended wearer. But Goku didn't seem to mind. He was more than satisfied to feel the texture of the material and the body beneath just to be this close.

 

When Goku had been armed with the knowledge after their fusion, Vegeta had feared he would blab, purely out of ignorance rather than malice. It had been a relief when nothing had been said, and he'd suspected that perhaps Goku did not want his own reaction to it to be known either. They could continue as though nothing had happened.

 

But no. Always the inquisitive one, Goku had to poke the figurative ant nest.

 

The hands on his body moved lower, one brushing down the front of his abdomen and pressing down just a little, making him wince as he realised how full he really was. The push was like a hammer to his resistance, but it didn't shatter just yet.

 

Goku beckoned to the door, his voice smooth and tempting. “If you want to go now, go.”

 

“Damnit Kakarotto,” Vegeta turned to look at him, nearly lurching forwards to hold himself when the movement caused greater discomfort. Pressing his legs tighter together so he could feel the material of his stockings rub together, he lifted his head, trying to retain an air of dignity as he resisted the urge to cup his own crotch. “You are too kind a fool. You want me to...” He swallowed, his cheeks going pink as a number of expressions came to mind. “...hold on, right?”

 

All he received was a small nod in response.

 

It was a game of resistance, partly. Whilst Goku was easy going and relaxed, he was immensely stubborn; he would sometimes resist things out of sheer belligerence. There was little in the universe that could overcome it. Even against his own body he would fight. He'd train until he was satisfied and to hell with the screaming pain of his muscles and joints.

 

However, this was one thing he'd eventually succumb to. He'd have to pee sometime, whether it be due to his mind's resistance breaking down and sending him running to the bathroom, or him suffering the utter humiliation of losing control of his body itself. One of those options was going to happen soon, he was sure, and the knowledge filled him with a mixture of dread and excitement. It was a battle between his mind and body over which would last out the longest. There was dread that he would have to give in to something beyond his control, and the excitement of losing that control in order to achieve any relief from his current condition.

 

Looking down, he watched a large hand run over pleats in his skirt as it pressed at the thigh beneath, hesitating at the hem. It seemed almost unreal he was doing this with someone, allowing himself to be seen and touched in such a way. The fact it was Goku made it even more difficult to comprehend, but he knew that he was the person he'd trust most now. His weakness wouldn't be used against him to hurt him or humiliate him in front of others. It would just stay between them. He wouldn't be judged for something like this, he'd be accepted as what he was.

 

Tilting his head back, Vegeta turned it slightly to kiss Goku's cheek, the gesture silently showing the mutual acceptance and gratitude he would never say. One hand reached up into Goku's thick hair, securing itself in the tangles.

 

Goku knew it was not the time to say anything now, aware of the understanding between them. If nothing needed to be said, don't say anything. It took him time to get used to the long silences between them, during which he'd fought to resist the urge to blurt something out, anything, just to alleviate the silence. Now he was used to it, he found it relaxing. There was no longer constant pressure to say the right thing, and he could sit appreciating Vegeta's presence. Pressing his chest tighter to Vegeta's back, he lifted his hand up from his thigh and moved it back up to Vegeta's chest, resting the palm over one side.

 

Against him, Vegeta shuddered, leaning forwards a little to unintentionally press into his hand. His hand went slack in Goku's hair and slipped away.

 

“Let go, Kakarotto.”

 

His hands flew away from Vegeta's body in an instant as the other saiyan sighed in resignation, gingerly rising to his feet. When standing, the skirt of the dress hung just over halfway up his thighs, the gathered material concealing the narrowness of his hips.

 

Combined with his current condition, the high heels did not help as he stepped to the door at an achingly slow pace; he knew that if he tripped on them he'd not only lose his control, but utterly humiliate himself by falling flat on his face in front of Goku. With each step he took he could feel the movement exacerbating his discomfort, the most careful of steps seeming to jar his entire body, and even stopping at the door to unlock it was a minor relief. A few beads of sweat ran down his brow, testament to the effort he was putting into his resistance.

 

As he watched Vegeta progress to the door, Goku found it difficult to resist offering to help. He knew he'd get shouted at and accused of thinking Vegeta was weak, even though he truly thought otherwise. He just found it hard to see him suffering sometimes. He flipped his legs off the bed, following Vegeta as the lock clicked open on their bedroom door, feeling an innate interest in the other's condition. He could feel his arousal stirring in his thin cotton boxers, but ignored it as he went after Vegeta.

 

Opening the bathroom door with a grunt of exertion, Vegeta suddenly stumbled forwards into the bathroom, a strong pink rising to his cheeks when he realised how ridiculous he must look. However, he wasn't given much of a chance to contemplate it as his heels clicked on the tiles of the floor in his bolt for the toilet.

 

“Shit!” His face screwing up, Vegeta's hands shot down to the front of his skirt in a vain attempt to quell the inevitable, all control lost as he stopped a few feet short of the toilet.

 

Behind him Goku had arrived at the door, getting a clear view of the back of his panties where he'd pulled much of his skirt forwards. He could only watch as pee started trickling down the inside of Vegeta's thigh, soaking the panties and the stockings, the wetness making the material turn dark. The thin cotton of the panties did nothing to stem the flow of urine, which was soon falling onto the tiles with a splashing sound that seemed all the louder in their silence.

 

Waves of humiliation washed over Vegeta as he felt the warm wetness run down his legs. He had lost complete control of the situation in the very last moments. A few feet in front of him, the toilet almost seemed a mockery to his pride; he had got so close to it only to cave in. So not only had his mind given in by allowing him to run, but his body had failed him too. He could sense Goku behind him as well now, and there was little doubt that he had seen his 'accident' in its entirety.

 

But with the humiliation came relief, and a strong sense of release. The pressure had gone now and that left him feeling immensely satisfied as the last drops of pee dripped from his panties into the puddle between his feet. It was over with now, and the relief overwhelmed any thoughts of aversion to his soiled garments.

 

Straightening his body up in as dignified a manner as he could muster, Vegeta released the front of his skirt and turned to Goku, the movement making him intensely aware of how wet he was. In the doorway stood Goku, who was staring back at him shamelessly whilst clutching the frame with one hand; Vegeta immediately noticed the hard on in his boxers, but said nothing, instead walking forwards to him. His heels tapped on the tiles as he walked in a far more dignified manner than he had entered the room with. His hips even swayed a little, the skirt's fuller form accentuating the movement.

 

Transfixed by Vegeta's approach, Goku stayed put, glancing down to the pee-stained stockings before looking back up to Vegeta's face, meeting his gaze. The prince had bounced back astonishingly quickly, not seeming to care about his current soiled condition as he looked at Goku with his proud expression.

 

Goku's breath faltered in his throat as nimble fingers started to tease him through his boxers. The material rubbed against his sensitive skin as Vegeta cupped his length, making him more aware of how hot he now felt. A gentle squeeze made his knees shake. The scent of urine was stronger than ever, seeming to amplify Vegeta's original masculine smell he was so accustomed to.

 

The door frame cracked under his tightening grip.

 

“Ah...Vegeta,” he swallowed, looking down at the angular face that glared right up at him. “N-not here...”

 

“You aren't telling me to stop.” In open defiance, Vegeta yanked down the front of his boxers, refusing to listen as he fondled him, letting the loose material drop to the floor around Goku's ankles.

 

Meanwhile Vegeta's mouth was on his collarbone, licking a curling trail down his chest to his nipple and circling it, toying with him as his wet tongue evaded direct contact with his nipple. There was a faint taste of salt left by the other saiyan's sweat. He felt the shivering of strong muscles under his tongue, reminding him of just how sensitive Goku's chest was.

 

As his fingers curled around Goku, Vegeta flicked his tongue over his nipple, eliciting a soft moan as he followed with a graze of his teeth. Pressing his body up to Goku's side, he squeezed the head of his erection with his thumb and forefinger before pumping it slowly, grazing his nails against the skin of the underside.

 

He pulled back from Goku's chest with his characteristic smirk and watched his face with a smug confidence as he came. Long eyelashes shielded eyes narrowed by lust and lips opened partly in a silent gasp of pleasure. Cum splattered on the floor tiles, some getting onto Vegeta's hand, from where it was promptly licked away.

 

His eyes opened up once more as Vegeta's hot, damp tongue ran down the line of his jaw, rousing him from his haze. There was a pause as he peered past Vegeta's shoulder into their bathroom, cheeks flushing pink for a moment when he saw the mess left in the middle of the room, as well as the cum he'd left in front of himself. A short nip at his cheek drew his attention back to Vegeta, who slipped past him as he tried to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him in closer.

 

“Vegeta?” He half turned, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

 

“Yes?” A smirk of amusement spread over Vegeta's face as he glanced back at the bathroom, his voice deadpan despite his expression. “You better go get a mop, Kakarotto.”