Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Bardock ❯ Good Sex ( Chapter 3 )

I smile down at Vegeta, who's laying limply beneath me. I've fucked him into unconsciousness again. Poor brat. I kinda feel sorry for him. He hasn't been able to stay conscious the last three times I've fucked him. It's kind of funny… he used to like to ride me pretty hard, and now all he seems to want is to be ridden. He hasn't been dominant at all.

The smile slips from my face as I study him. He's got a hellacious scar just above his groin, runs all the way across his gut. Somehow, I don't figure his opponent lived, but I don't think he had a very easy time of it after he got cut like that. There are all kinds of tiny little scars all around the base of his tail, and it was kinda hard to pretend that I didn't notice it wasn't in any better shape than my son's.

Vegeta's being abused. I can't figure out who could be the one doing it, unless those rumors I heard about Frieza's tastes for Saiyans is true. I already know about his history with Zarbon, he was missing his lover one night. That's how I got to fuck him in the first place. Guard duty. Fuckin' half-day shifts, with half of it day and half of it night. Sucked like hell.

I frown, remembering the day I learned about that. His father was always coming to visit him at weird hours, and they generally fought a lot. I'd hear them cursing and screaming, and it was pretty hard to not notice when one or the other of 'em got slammed up against the wall. One night, the king left and didn't shut the door tight like he usually did. I could hear the kid, gasping like he could barely breath, and went to see what was wrong.

He wasn't just missing his lover. He was missing his protector. I cleaned him up as best I could, put him to bed. Listened to him trying not to cry because his father had raped him, and because he missed the one person in his life who had loved him, protected him. I wound up loving him that night. After that, it was give and take, either one of us could be sub or dominate. Kid taught me a few things about sucking cock! And he hasn't forgotten how.

I trail a finger down his cheek. Someone is abusing him, and there's only two people I know of who are strong enough. One's his father. The other is Frieza. The idea that freak is fucking my prince is horrific to me, but I can understand why he'd want the memories replaced with better ones. And if it's his father again, I figure we'll have a new king soon. Now that I've had a chance to be around him again, I know he's the stronger.

But dammit all! I want him to fuck me! Not the other way around. Eh, I suppose I could just climb aboard. Looks like he's coming to. I stroke his cock, purring, and hear a faint answering purr. His tail twitches slightly. Encouraged, I set out to get exactly what I want. The mere hint that I think he hasn't fucked me because I'll find out he isn't as good as his father gives me exactly what I want. He fucks me unconscious. And I'm achy in a good way when I finally wake up to see him preening his tail, a satisfied smirk firmly fastened to his face.

Course, I don't feel like such good sex shouldn't be rewarded. It's hours later when he staggers out of my room, his eyes glassy. Heh, I've done that to him all week. I grin, going out to whisper in his ear that I've had one partner quite long enough, and I'm gonna look for some variety.

He laughs, tells me to enjoy myself. I pick out the shortest of those silky robes to wear. I love the feel of the stuff on my skin, but that's my nature. I'm a hedonist, after all. If it feels good, I'm all for it. I twitch my tail at him as I leave, laughing at his muttered, "Fuckin' slut!" After all, it's a perfectly appropriate title for me.

I head for the commons, figuring it won't take me long to pick up a partner or five there. Hell, I'll probably fuck half the commons before choosing a select number to try out the bed and bath. Singly, grouped, I don't care. I'm gonna get some good damn sex! It's about fucking time, after the crap I've had to deal with the last six months.

My eager steps slow. Raditz… My son was telling the truth. Vegeta had told him he wouldn't be used unless he gave permission. I can't believe that Nappa ignored Vegeta's orders - and got me involved in that mess! Vegeta spent the whole of the first week he wasn't with Raditz punishing Nappa. Well, at least he asserted dominance with someone… but I'd rather he do it with me a bit more often!

I pause at the door of the commons. Mmmm… look at all those tasty treats looking at me. Everyone knows Vegeta has given us permission to fuck as we choose, especially since he'd brought Raditz down here to pick out his girls. I let my tail writhe as it wraps around my thigh, and a moment later have my pick of pretty much everyone.

I let my tail range from body to body, checking size and reactions. I've got nothing on but the robe, and use my tail to tug the belt so that it hangs open. Not that the tails exploring my body couldn't have found what they wanted without, but the sight of what I have made more than one pair of pants tighter.

I grin. "I'm after some good sex. Preferably a group. I got a silk-covered featherbed that'll fit six, and a tub that's big enough for at least four."

I wind up with a chair in the corner that fits me and whoever's in my lap at the time, and move to the table because I want more action. I've already made it plain that male or female suits me fine, so I've got a dick up my ass before too long, and a girl sucking my cock while I tongue her and another guy fucks her. I love group sex. There's potential for anything and everything, although I've yet to experience the mythical group orgasm. Everyone always goes at different times.

The girl doesn't last long, and the guy who was fucking her crawls to suck on my cock. Suits me. A sex-slimed cock's just as good as one that ain't gotten use yet. I just wish the guy doing the banging knew what he was doing. I hate fucking amateurs. Although, I suppose they gotta learn somewhere, and I basically offered myself up as a free lesson. He finishes off, and is replaced. I groan against the cock in my mouth, the replacement's a definite newbie. The cock spits at me, and I cough. Damn. Too fuckin' salty! My son's a lot sweeter. Guess I've gotten spoiled. I shove him off me and tell the guy between my legs to fuck me, not just stand there and wiggle.

He turns red and pulls out. My former suck becomes my fuck, and I'm pleased to discover that he knows what the hell he's doing. He makes a motion to someone, and a younger guy looking enough like him to be son or brother crawls to position his ass over my cock. Mmhmm, now that's more like it. He's moving at the same rhythm as his brother, father… who the hell cares? I grab him and start stroking, at least until someone takes it away and shoves a dick in my mouth.

He's sweet. I start proving that I learned sucking from a master, which I did. I don't know anyone who can suck cock better than Vegeta, and he taught me what I know. It isn't too long before I feel the double-bang that tells me my fuck's getting fucked. It keeps getting better and better… whoever these guys are, I'm taking 'em back with me. Mmm, and there's what I've been waiting for.

Someone's taken my suck and nudged his legs apart. That's one huge cock! I eye it appreciatively as its owner positions himself. One smooth shove, and my suck is coming all over me. It's a chain reaction. His suck gets tight around my cock, the pulsing waves setting me off, which sets my fuck off, which sets his off. The newest member of our little fuckfest just keeps pumping, and I grin, and start sucking again. I'll take 'em to my room later. This is too much damned fun!

I make it back to my room with a single, female partner. Neither one of us can walk very well, but we spend half our time shoving each other up against the wall to play anyhow. The commons is only about fifteen minutes from my quarters, but it takes Mato and I over an hour and a half to get there.

Not to sure where that robe I was wearing went, or the clothes she was wearing when she joined in the fuckfest I started. Gods, that went on for hours! There was a shift change sometime while I was in there, and I had all new partners. I pin Mato up against the wall again, and she giggles, looping a leg around my waist and sticking her tail up my ass.

There's a lot to be said for tails. I stuff her full, slamming her against the wall hard enough to make plaster start to trickle. It's only when Vegeta pokes his head out the door to find out what the hell is going on that I realize I've made it back to quarters. I pick Mato up and carry her past the door Vegeta holds open, then give him a nice show right there on the floor. I'm pretty sure he disappears into Raditz' room the third time she screams her release, but it might have been the fourth. By the fifth, I've finally gotten her to my bed.

Morning dawns before we give up and go to sleep. Ain't too sure how long I do sleep, but she's gone when I get up. I love sex. Think I'll have some more of it today… urgh. Except that Nappa's the first thing I happen to set eyes on when I leave my room. Oh well, he'll have to do for a snack. I don't feel like being terribly picky at the moment. Besides, when you fuck as many people as I do, you tend to pick up a lot of information. And keeping Nappa happy may just keep my son alive.

We don't have the best relationship, and compliments of the recent shit we've been through, our relationship isn't even as good as it was, but he's my son, dammit! My only son. I keep sucking Nappa, wondering where this is coming from. Saiyans are raised to know that anyone, even family, can be considered expendable if they get in the way of success. And Raditz is, for certain. Chizzari have been known to kill each other off to gain rank. Raditz is the lowest rank, but by far Vegeta's favorite. With him out of the way, I would be the favorite.

Which I didn't know when I was protecting him from Nappa, or when I was trying to give him the pleasure he should have had by right of being chizzari. Family loyalty? Is there actually such a thing? Nappa releases - he's fairly decent tasting this morning, must've laid off the booze - and I go off to train. I'm fit for fucking, but Vegeta wants me fighting fit as well.