Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Challenge ❯ Provocation ( Chapter 1 )

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Challenge
By Pixelgoddess

Based on the first Brolli movie – The Legendary Super Saiyan – much of the dialog comes directly from one version or another (fansub, official translation, dub, etc); I chose whichever version of the line that worked best.
Warnings: Non-con, language, sex, violence (What did you expect? This is DBZ after all.)
Pairings: Vegeta/Brolli, Brolli/Vegeta, Piccolo/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta (implied), Vegeta/Piccolo (implied)
Disclaimer: The usual: don’t own them, don’t make money from them, wish I could buy them at bishie auctions and keep them as pets.

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Chapter 1 - Provocation

Vegeta sat beneath a tree, as far from the humans as he could get and still remain close to the food. Like it did any good… the piercing screech of that runt of a human’s ‘singing’ burned right through his brain; there were times when possessing the heightened senses of the vastly superior Saiyan race was a disadvantage.

At least Kakarott wasn’t here. He didn’t need the presence of that miserable third class bastard to remind him of what had happened. It was bad enough his scent was still present, making him remember…Vegeta should have left it alone – quit challenging him to endless battles. He should have known a Saiyan of Kakarott’s skill would not have lost all of his natural instincts, no matter how idiotic and brain damaged he was.

And damn it, he couldn’t even call it rape. Unknowing or not, he’d followed the form, if not the letter of challenge. Hell, it wasn’t like he objected to being fucked by Kakarott – he probably would have enjoyed it if it hadn’t been for his too human tendencies. But to be subjected to the third class’ attempts to show ‘affection’ just made it demeaning. How dare Kakarott pretend to ‘care’ about him, insisting on being careful and gentle, doing his best to make him ‘feel’ something? Earnest… attentive…trying to hold him afterwards… it felt so damn wrong. Why couldn’t he have just fucked him and left it at that?

Even if he had all of his Saiyan instincts, Vegeta knew Kakarott would not have followed through with the more extreme result of winning a challenge. The victor had the right to destroy the loser after using him if he so chose – and he knew Kakarott would never kill him. He, on the other hand, was still not sure if he would have killed the bastard – he did enjoy fighting with him after all.

And even worse, Piccolo knew. Somehow he was able to tell right away. Vegeta still wasn’t sure if his anger was because he had ignored his advice and challenged Kakarott yet again – getting what the Namek believed he deserved – or if he was jealous. After all, it wasn’t like he ever demonstrated the weak feelings Kakarott seemed subject to. With Piccolo, there were no gentle touches or kind words. Hell, they hardly exchanged three words before one or the other of them was pushed down, clothing shoved aside, taking what they wanted. They fucked – that was all. At least Piccolo understood; the Namek was more Saiyan than Kakarott ever would be.

He looked up at an old familiar sound, barely heard over the screech of the human. He felt a surge of excitement at the arrival of a space ship. It had been too damn long since he’d seen one of these – designed for rapid movement of personnel. It wasn’t combat rated, so he doubted they had arrived for battle.

Dozens of personnel flooded out, rushing towards him. He raised a brow in anticipation. These were cannon fodder as far as he was concerned – their type had been all through the galaxies, loyal to whomever had paid them last.

“Prince Vegeta,” they proclaimed, dropping to one knee en masse.

“What do you all want?” he demanded.

“We’ve been searching for you, Prince Vegeta.”

He watched the male who replied, noting how the soldiers moved out of the way.

“You’re a Saiyan, aren’t you?” he observed. Average height and build for one of his race, he had a scar through one eye and on his leg. A combat veteran, but the cape told him it had been some time since he’d seen any real action; an affectation like that got most fighters killed.

“I am Paragus. We have come to implore you to be king of New Planet Vegeta,” he said, falling to one knee and saluting.

Vegeta felt a surge of excitement. He had suspected more Saiyans had survived the destruction of their home. The way they scattered themselves throughout the universe and their renowned ability to survive practically guaranteed it. He had decided long ago however, he would not go searching for them. He was the one who had been so poorly treated and abandoned by his race – let them come and find him. At last the time had come.

“New Planet Vegeta…”

“Why don’t we show the universe the supremacy of the most powerful warrior race, the Saiyans, once again?” Paragus said. “By your hand, we will raise the mightiest empire in the universe.”

Vegeta smirked. With more Saiyans to rule and dominate, he could forget about the fool of a third class, Kakarott. Here before him was an elite – and there were sure to be more. He would test them all until he found one who understood what it meant to be a Saiyan and was worthy of his power.

“You are the only one who can defeat the Legendary Super Saiyan, King Vegeta.”

Legendary Super Saiyan,” he said slowly. He was a Super Saiyan, as was that bastard Kakarott who had managed to attain that level before him. But Legendary? The mythical god of his race? Higher even than that vaunted level? It had to be a fake – an insult to the Saiyan race. He could not allow this pretender to besmirch the name of the true Legendary Super Saiyan – this so called ‘Legendary’ would have to die by his hand.

“He is wreaking havoc all over an area of the Southern Galaxy with his fearsome power,” Paragus continued. “At his pace, even the New Planet Vegeta that we worked to establish will fail…”

“Dad! You mustn’t fall for such a story!”

Vegeta turned to glare at Mirai Trunks, annoyed at his arrogance. He was not going to allow anyone else to keep him from the throne and power that was his birthright.

“Paragus, lead on,” he commanded, allowing the elite to escort him to the ship, ignoring the useless cries from the others.

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The ship was basic and purely functional, hardly worthy of royalty, but Vegeta put up with its minimal facilities as a means to an end.

Paragus spent much of the fortunately short trip explaining the ship and its functions. He didn’t need all the explanations, but Paragus’ knowledge of Saiyan customs and his deference to Vegeta’s title made a change from the cretins on earth.

As they approached the planet, Vegeta was disappointed to see it wasn’t the same reds and oranges as the original Planet Vegeta, before reminding himself it was just the first planet of many he would rule.

“I rebuilt Planet Vegeta to repay your distinguished father, King Vegeta, who was so regrettably lost.”

Vegeta scowled, biting back his own opinion of his ‘distinguished’ father; now was not the time – he would wait until he had firm control of his powerbase before he’d let that happen.

The ship landed with all the efficiency of something designed by icejins. Based on the age, it was surplus, but well maintained.

Some of the soldiers rushed out of the ship ahead of him, clearing the way to his new palace. The remainder acted as escort, enthusiastic, but sloppy.

“Where did you find these?” he asked Paragus, gesturing at them.

“These soldiers have gathered themselves here from the far reaches of the galaxy--”

“Ruffians is more like it,” he grumbled as one tripped another in his eagerness to take a prime position.

“As you say, Your Majesty,” Paragus said, lowering his head deferentially. “They are not worthy to be near you, but they have been waiting and are eager to be your servants.”

They arrived at the palace and their escort fell away, leaving him with Paragus and another man.

Vegeta gave him an appraising look. He looked young, with a fine bone structure that almost made him seem delicate if not for the thrum of power that identified him as elite. Tall and well muscled, with no obvious scars; he was intriguing.

“This is my son. Please make use of him any way you see fit.”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow in question – such a gift was rare; he had been one of the last while their planet lived. At least the male was an elite and attractive as well; a worthy gift for royalty. He would certainly enjoy ‘opening’ it.

“I am Brolli,” he said in a quiet voice, and Vegeta noted his passive acceptance of his father’s words. If Paragus raised him correctly he would be familiar with Saiyan customs and understand his status.

“You are a pure-blood Saiyan?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Brolli replied diffidently.

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He’ d only been at the palace for a short time, allowing the Saiyans to show Trunks and him around, when one of the soldiers rushed up to them, breathlessly dropping to one knee and saluting.

“Prince Vegeta, the Legendary Super Saiyan has appeared on Planet Totokama.”

“What?” Vegeta said angrily. How dare he show his face so quickly? Could he sense Vegeta? Was this some type of challenge, now that he had arrived? He could not let it go unanswered. “I am leaving immediately to destroy this so-called Legendary. Brolli, follow me!”

“Dad, it’s dangerous to take off so blindly!” Trunks protested.

Vegeta grit his teeth in rage. How could someone with his blood, even from another universe, be such a coward?

“Cowards need not come! Brolli, hurry up!”

Vegeta smirked to himself as Brolli followed him docilely. He wouldn’t touch him on the way – he’d be too busy warming up for the coming battle with the so-called ‘Legendary’. He’d wait until the trip back to celebrate with his new toy. The journey would take several hours – plenty of time to find out just how well trained he was.

Unfortunately, the trip there was a waste. The ‘Legendary’ was long gone – although he had left enough devastation and death to tell Vegeta he could look forward to a real fight when he did catch up with the imposter.

He stopped at the flight deck long enough to confirm the crew knew what they were doing. The pilot informed him the board was green and Vegeta nodded – now he could concentrate on his new prize.

“Good,” he grunted, turning away, “Brolli, come with me.”

He led the way to the room he had on the way here. It was large enough, but spartan compared to his room on earth. Still, it would serve.

Brolli entered the room and the door slid closed behind him.

“Kneel,” he ordered.

Brolli didn’t hesitate, lowering himself before him. Vegeta was pleased. Kakarott never would have done as he commanded so easily, although he was determined to achieve his submission eventually. Piccolo would just have to learn to live with it.

He reached out; brushing his hands over the long hair, noting how it was so dark it seemed purple in the ship’s light. Brolli inhaled a gasp, but did not recoil.

“Do you know Saiyan customs?” Vegeta asked in a low voice. “Do you understand what your father meant when he gave you to me?”

“Yes,” Brolli said, lowering his head.

“Good. I will warn you now – if you are ever foolish enough to challenge me I will kill you.” This one was attractive enough to keep, but he’d be damned if he was going to allow another subject to challenge him and live.

“I understand.”

“Excellent,” Vegeta growled, grasping his hair tightly and jerking his head back. “Kakarott should have submitted to me like this; you are mine without challenge.” He pressed their mouths together, demanding submission as he forced his lips to part. He felt a surge of ki from the other as if Brolli considered resisting, but it soon returned to normal.

Vegeta barely contained his purr at the taste of a full-blooded Saiyan. Kakarott might be one, but he didn’t taste right, somehow – like there was a cloying sweetness in his flavor and scent. Brolli on the other hand – for all his docility Vegeta sensed the heat and spice he had come to expect from a true Saiyan warrior.

He felt pressure against his hand, still tight in Brolli’s hair, as he tried to pull away to catch his breath. Vegeta held him tighter, demanding his submission, sinking sharp teeth into Brolli’s lower lip. Brolli made a sound – Vegeta didn’t really care if it was in pleasure or in pain – before relaxing as Vegeta lapped at the blood pouring from the wound.

“No, you’re not Kakarott, but you’ll do for now,” he growled, grasping one of Brolli’s nipples and twisting it hard.

Brolli let out a pained cry. “Who’s Kakarott?” he asked when Vegeta released his grip.

“A third-class nobody; he’s the reason you’re in this position,” Vegeta taunted, baring his teeth. “If he had submitted, he is the one who would be on his knees, not you. You can thank the bastard for all you are about to receive.” Vegeta grasped the other nipple and digging his nails in deeply pulled even harder. Brolli emitted a gasping cry that hardly lowered in volume as Vegeta continued to abuse his nipples, breaking the surrounding skin and drawing blood. Brolli started to writhe and twist away, trying to escape his vicious fingers, but froze at Vegeta’s glare and warning growl.

“Have you ever sucked cock, boy?” he demanded looking at the shape of the pretty mouth, liking how it looked with blood trailing down his chin. He imagined how much prettier it would look, lips stretched thin and wide around him.

“No, Your Majesty,” Brolli said, eyes wide. “I don’t want—”

“I don’t care what you want,” Vegeta snarled, fingers tightening in his jaw, forcing him to meet his eyes. “You were given to me. You said you understood what that meant. Did you lie?” he added warningly. The punishment for a subject lying to a member of the royal family was severe, final, and completely without honor.

He felt that surge of ki again, as if the weakling were actually considering fighting him, before it dropped back down.

“No, Your Majesty,” he whispered, “I did not lie.” Vegeta released the punishing hold on his jaw and Brolli’s head dropped to his chest. “I just… I’m sorry King Vegeta, but I don’t know what to do.”

Vegeta scowled down at the bowed head. How could this Saiyan have come of age without any training? His father would be made to answer for this lack.

“Then your education begins now. You can start by removing my pants and boots.”

Given instructions, some of Brolli’s hesitation seemed to vanish. He bent lower and with a minimum of coaching and fumbling managed to remove his boots, carefully setting them aside. Sitting back up, Vegeta noticed with some amusement his eyes seemed locked on the bulge of his erection, barely contained by the stretch of the tight fabric of his uniform. He knew many wondered why he would wear such revealing clothing, but he used it to remind himself to maintain tight mental control; he was determined to force his own body into submission.

Brolli’s hands were tentative, fingertips barely touching the waistband. Brolli looked up at him for approval and he nodded his permission. Carefully and so slowly it was seduction, Brolli slid his pants down his hips. He paused, emitting a gasp, when Vegeta’s erection sprang free, its length jutting into his face.

“Finish,” Vegeta ordered, when the pause went on too long. Brolli did so, although a little more clumsily, his eyes riveted on the erection before his eyes. Vegeta smirked at the undivided attention he was receiving; Brolli may not have been trained, but at least he wasn’t shy of his cock.

“Touch it,” he said, clamping down on a shiver of pleasure when careful fingertips traced the ridges and veins. “Have you never seen another’s cock, boy?” Vegeta asked as his explorations continued, moving to curl around his balls as if testing their texture and weight.

“I have in my dreams,” Brolli said in a soft voice. “Challenging and taking and killing… In my dreams I’m so powerful - but they are only dreams. My father would permit no others – he said I was meant for greater things.”

Vegeta’s mouth twisted in annoyance. A virgin. Paragus had presented – had gifted – him with an untrained virgin. “And now you have been given to me to use as I will.” He imagined a little kindness would make this Saiyan a loyal follower, but he wasn’t in the mood to try to mold Brolli that way. Besides, his lack of strength compared to his own would be a problem in the long run. There would be many more Saiyans joining him in the near future – he’d make them loyal to him. Brolli would learn what it meant to be a gift just as he had; his satisfaction was more important than any objections his toy might have.

Brolli hardly seemed to be listening, both hands now touching and stroking him. Vegeta was not going to be able to remain on his feet for long at this rate – these exploratory touches were beginning to wring soft groans of pleasure from him already. When he told him what to do with his mouth…

“Brolli,” he said sharply, getting his attention. Brolli looked up at him, attempting to focus. “Understand me. You are nothing to me but property – never forget that. I control you completely; the longer you please me the longer you live.” He felt the expected surge of ki – a Saiyan would not listen passively even when he had been made a slave. Paragus must be hoping for great rewards in giving up his son – much as his own father had. Not that resistance would do Brolli any good – Brolli was a low level elite, but he was a Super Saiyan. His only possible rival was Kakarott. And this so-called ‘Legendary’ they were after? He would destroy this pretender.

And as for Brolli – he detected a hint of Kakarott’s gentleness, which he would not tolerate. Sex was hard, fast and often brutal – his pleasure was the only thing that mattered, and he’d beat it into Brolli as often and as hard as necessary. “I will use you and train you as it pleases me. And if you ever dare challenge me or my right to use you how ever I see fit, I will kill you.” It would not serve him to let Brolli think he had any kind of chance against him – slaves must be cowed from day one; Frieza had tried and failed to do that with him and he’d be damned if he’d make the same mistakes as that bastard.

“But my father said--”

Vegeta swung a foot, catching him in the gut, knocking Brolli on his back. “I don’t give a damn what your father said. You’re mine now. Challenge me again and I’ll kill you – I don’t need you or anyone else to destroy the ‘Legendary’. You are merely entertainment, easily replaced. Do you understand?” There was the surge of ki again, quickly subsided; at least Brolli had some self control.

Brolli got back to his knees, fists clenched but head bowed. Good – he couldn’t hide his resistance completely, making it easier for Vegeta to beat it out of him. He went to the wall and removed a chair from its storage position, carrying it to the center of the room and clicking it in place in deck clamps. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside before sitting in the chair, legs spread to give Brolli easier access.

“Come here,” Vegeta commanded. Brolli made to rise to obey him, but was quickly stopped. “Crawl.” Brolli looked at him disbelievingly before following his order. It would have been nice to have Kakarott behave this way, but since he couldn’t beat that bastard yet it wasn’t going to happen. And Piccolo? Piccolo would fuck him and let himself be fucked, but he’d never crawl even to humor him.

“Suck my cock. Use your lips and tongue. Make sounds. Use your hands. But if you even think of biting me… I’ll be lenient the first time – I’ll only knock all of your teeth out. The second time I will rip your dick off – or maybe I’ll bite it off,” he warned, baring his own extremely sharp teeth. “You don’t need it anymore after all. You will not be fucking anyone and you are not allowed to cum unless I give permission – and I rarely give permission.”

Brolli didn’t move instantly, so he grabbed him by the hair and jerked him forward until his face was buried in his crotch, his cock hard against his cheek. “Open your mouth and get to work.”

Docile. He was so damn docile. Vegeta had never seen such a passive Saiyan before. Even Kakarott with all of his much too human tendencies would never have allowed himself to be subjected this without a fight. But to have Kakarott’s mouth on him… someday, he promised himself. Someday. “Kakarott,” he whispered, picturing it.

Brolli shifted closer and Vegeta spread his legs wider to accommodate him. Brolli rested his arms on the tops of Vegeta’s thighs, the metal of his gauntlets cool against his skin. The first touch of Brolli’s tongue was against his slit; he felt the inhalation of surprise before the tip of his tongue returned for another taste. His complete lack of technique confirmed what he’d said – Brolli had never even received a blow job in his entire life; pity for him, because now he probably never would. Vegeta was damned if he’d put a slave’s cock in his mouth. Maybe if Brolli trained well enough he’d reward him… perhaps make his father suck him off as punishment for not having the son trained properly in the first place. Fucking a virgin was fine, but having to teach him the basics? Yes, his father needed to be punished for his failings.

Brolli was touching him more, at least. The long licks were unskilled, but he didn’t shy away from his cock. One hand was curled around the base, guiding him to where Brolli wanted, making it easier for him to service Vegeta. His mouth opened wider, surrounding just the head of his cock and Vegeta groaned. It had been too long since he had been sucked off, even if it was by someone who had no technique. He had a mouth and for the moment that was all that mattered. Little by little, Brolli took more of him, moving his tongue against him and sucking the slowly increasing length. Vegeta coached him, telling him when to hum and where to lick and how hard to suck. He was improving, but stopped at just over a third of his length.

“You’re a Saiyan,” Vegeta grumbled warningly. “You can do better than that.” Considering how Saiyans ate and their control Brolli should have no problem deep-throating him. “My entire cock belongs in your mouth – I expect to have my balls against your chin.”

Brolli’s tail came loose from around his waist at that and thrashed around. Vegeta raised a brow and smirked; how could he have forgotten about that handy toy? He’d been without his own tail for too long apparently. He reached out and caught it, squeezing the sensitive tip of it warningly.

“More.”

The unspoken threat worked, Brolli’s mouth opened wider and just more than half of his cock slid into the moist heat of his mouth. Vegeta grasped his hair tightly and began thrusting. He started slowly at first, giving him time to adjust to the retreat and reintrusion of his cock, but after the fourth or fifth time he was no longer willing to be gentle. A hard squeeze of his tail was all the warning he gave before fucking Brolli’s mouth with enthusiasm, forcing his face further down the length of his cock with each thrust. He heard the whimpering protests of Brolli, but they didn’t matter.

“I told you, you’re taking the entire thing,” he said, feeling the head of his cock hard against the roof of Brolli’s mouth before sliding further back. The feeling of power – of completely dominating a Saiyan – was an aphrodisiac, driving him to new heights of pleasure. He heard the sounds of Brolli gagging with each thrust, but he didn’t care – his pleasure was the only thing that mattered now.

He squeezed Brolli’s tail even harder, deliberately snapping delicate bones, forcing his cock completely into his mouth and down his throat as he cried out in pain. Vegeta held him there, the scream vibrating against his cock, balls tight against his chin as promised, nose completely surrounded by Vegeta and his scent. Just when the scream was dying out he snapped another bone and pulled out just far enough for his cum to hit Brolli’s tongue; he didn’t want him to swallow it without tasting it first. His orgasm felt endless – it had been years since he’d subjected one of his own to this and now he wanted to do it again.

Brolli was trying not to swallow the cum that filled his mouth, but Vegeta would not let him move to spit it out. Some had escaped to dribble down the sides, mixing with the dried blood from his injured lip.

“Swallow it all or I break more bones,” Vegeta said nastily, anticipating just that. That scream… he had felt it all the way through his cock, making him cum harder than he had in a very long time.

And the look Brolli gave him…perfect. Anger and betrayal, misery and resignation. He knew he had agreed to this and unless he could challenge Vegeta and win there was nothing he could do. He was trapped; there was no way he would ever be strong enough to defeat a Super Saiyan.

“Now,” he said, releasing Brolli’s head, but keeping a firm grasp on his tail, “let’s start your next lesson. You will suck me until I’m hard again. Do try to remember what you have learned so far.”

Vegeta smirked as he instantly lowered his head, taking in several inches without hesitation. Threatening harm to a Saiyan tail was a great motivator – he was fortunate Brolli still had his. “More tongue,” he coached. “Right there. Now suck. Harder.” Brolli was improving already – fortunately for him, he was a quick study. “Fuck me with your mouth…all the way. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.” Vegeta watched as the dark head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking more with each movement. He didn’t seem to be able to make the last inch or so though, until Vegeta put pressure on the already broken bones of his tail. The sound of pain vibrated over his cock as the last of his length slid completely into moist heat. Next time he’d teach Brolli to take care of his balls as well, but this would do for a start.

He drew completely out, surprising Brolli, and stood up, forcing his toy to fall backwards. Grabbing him by his hair, Vegeta jerked him forward until he fell to his hands and knees.

“Stay there,” he commanded.

Brolli looked up at him, confused. “Why?” he asked, mouth staying open in bewilderment.

“Shut up,” he said, kicking his mouth closed. Did he really not understand what was about to happen? Vegeta shook his head – his father did him no favors. Didn’t he at least have an idea? At his age? Well he’d find out soon enough.

Vegeta jerked the waistband of his pants down enough to expose his ass and plowed his cock into him without preparation. The saliva left from Brolli’s mouth eased the way for him somewhat, but did Brolli no good. The scream of agony filled the room, echoing in Vegeta’s ears. Someday this would be Kakarott in this position, screaming in pain as Vegeta showed him the folly of not properly worshipping his prince. He fucked Brolli brutally, not giving him an instant to adjust, imagining it was Kakarott clenched so tightly around him. Blood flowed from the tears he had made, but it did nothing to ease the way – it never did. Brolli never stopped crying out, his ki erratic as Vegeta dug his gloved fingers into his hips, jerking him back to meet the full force of his thrusts. Brolli never got hard, but that didn’t matter – it wasn’t about him anyway and ordering him not to cum would have been an unnecessary distraction. Brolli didn’t need to get any pleasure from this – only Vegeta did. And by the godS he did. The agonizingly tight clench of Brolli’s ass around his cock, the intense heat surrounding him, the feeling of powerful muscles beneath him… Someday this would be Kakarott being fucked like this – hard and brutally, screaming out in ecstasy and pain.

“Kakarott!” he roared, cumming hard, imagining what it would be like to finally have that bastard on his knees.

Brolli fell silent, screams stopped, and he wondered for a moment if he had accidentally killed him. No – there was his ki, spiking crazily. He was wrong – Brolli had no control.

“Kakarott,” Brolli growled.

“Don’t worry about him,” Vegeta ordered, pulling out and shoving Brolli aside. “You’ll never meet that third class clown. Now go get cleaned up. We have only a few minutes before we return.”

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