Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Jady 
Gokou/Vejita
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 605 | Status: Completed
Gokou/Vejita
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 605 | Status: Completed
Claimed Love - (2/9)
Pairings: Vejita/Trunks/Gokou
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Graphic yaoi, angst, semi-rape
Timeline: Sequel to Gravity Room & Boys and Their Toys
Summary: Problems develop between the three Saiyajin.
"Everyone meets their better sooner or later."
Spinning around from the riverside, Gokou's large black eyes widened with a grin. "'Gita," he laughed, moving towards the Saiyajin no Ouji with a devious gleam in his eyes. A sharp glare and a warning growling caused the younger warrior to freeze. "What's wrong?"
Vejita stood on the edge of the clearing, watching Gokou with suspicious eyes. Limply his arms hung at his sides, but his fists were balled and shaking with obvious rage. The blue gi was gone, replaced by blue jeans and a large black shirt that seemed almost gray compared to his hair. "Is that what you think of yourself?" he snarled, ki increasing with each breath he took. "You think you're my better? You think you're better than me, the Saiyajin no Ouji, your prince?" Wind whipped around the two warriors, causing their clothing and hair to slap against their skin. Branches broke off tree trunks, falling to the ground with loud echoing crashes. Behind Gokou the river collided against the shore, dampening his boots. "Vejita!" Gokou cried out, confused and nervous.
"Everyone meets their better, Kakarrotto!" Vejita roared, voice causing even the heavens to wince and tremble. His eyes slowly narrowed, a blank expression crossing his features. The wind halted and silence overwhelmed. "I think it's time you met yours."
Gokou's eyes grew wide as he recalled those words from the very back of his memory. Vejitto had said such a thing so many years ago. "Vejita, no… why… that wasn't about you! I didn't say…"
A smirk rose on Vejita's sexy lips. Gokou's breath caught in his throat. "You are right, Kakarrotto. You were not the soul those words came from." That smirk grew sadistic. "It's time you know who your better is." Before Gokou had realized the meaning of those words, Vejita was standing directly in front of him, eyes narrowed in dominating determination. A sly hand snaked out and grabbed Gokou's neck before a harsh fist slammed into the younger man's stomach. Gokou grunted and bent down, grasping his midsection as his eyes winced in pain. Intertwined fingers from two separate hands formed a single large fist that connected with Gokou's spine, sending him to the ground in a less than graceful manner. Gokou's hands clawed into the grass as he tried to rise to his knees, but another kick to the spine sent him flying forward until he lay limp against a tree.
Vejita chuckled as he approached. Gokou's arms trembled as he struggled to climb to his feet, but before he was even on his knees Vejita was kneeling behind him, fingers grasping his wild hair and tugging him back until Gokou rested against his chest, completely dependant on the prince to remain off the ground. "Vejita… please…"
"Shut up," he snarled, looking down at Gokou with what appeared to be nothing more than disgust. How could this have happened? Why did Vejita loathe him so? Despite his need to know, he couldn't disobey the Saiyajin no Ouji, especially not now when he was so angry. He remained silent, staring in those large charcoal eyes, and at this Vejita grinned. A sly hand snaked downwards and gripped the blue belt around Gokou's waist, ripping it away in a single jerk. With the fabric gone, hands easily slid inside the band, curving down over the hard and firm ass. Gokou's eyes slid closed with a small whimper of pleasure, not understanding why this was happening but not really giving a damn.
"No sounds," Vejita snarled, ripping his hands away from the massage to shove the Saiyajin against a tree. Gokou grunted at the impact, moving to shove himself back and attempt to kill Vejita in his annoyance, but before he could those same talented hands griped onto his hips and pulled them forth, sending Gokou back against the rough wood. "Vejita?" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes. The Saiyajin no Ouji did not return his glance, but instead shoved down the orange fabrics, leaving Gokou's rear visible to the world.
With a chuckle at Gokou's stunned yet anticipating silence - for Gokou couldn't deny the hardness forming between his legs - Vejita grabbed the buttons of his jeans and pulled them apart. Vejita finally looked to Gokou as the zipper was pulled downwards. Vejita did not grin, or even smirk. There was a burning glare in those shining black eyes. Vejita shoved down the rough material, leaving his own arousal visible. He didn't say a word; he rarely spoke during sex, and with this anger it frightened Gokou more than ever before. Those hands that gripped Gokou's hips tightened, piercing the skin, and in one rough shove Vejita's length was buried deep inside Gokou. The younger Saiyajin cried out in pain, hands grabbing the tree. His fingers cracked the wood as he gasped for breath; sweat slid down his brow. Before he could even get accustomed to the thickness, with blood spilling down his thighs, Vejita was already moving, pulling back and slamming in deeper.
"Vejita! Please!" Gokou cried out, pressing his face against the tree trunk. The wood scratched his face, but it only numbed the agony in his rear.
"Who's your better, Kakarrotto?" Vejita demanded with a growl, yanking back and slamming forth again. Gokou groaned, arms tightening around the wood. It cracked as a result of his strength, and at any moment the tree would snap in half and fall. Gokou barely noticed tears escaping his eyes. He wanted to speak, to say something - anything - to make the pain stop, but he knew it would be fruitless. Vejita wouldn't believe anything he said.
Leaned over Gokou, Vejita grabbed his neck and pulling him upwards until their bodies melded together. A wicked hand encircled Gokou's waist, grasping his unwanted arousal and tightening until it Gokou was nearly sobbing in anguish. "Vejita! Please!"
"Beg," Vejita snarled in his ear before biting down on the lobe. Gokou yelped and ripped his head to the side, but Vejita had a firm grip on the skin and it ripped off at the movement. Gokou yelled in pain, hearing the sickening chuckle as Vejita spit the skin to the side. He could smell his own blood leaking from the wound, and Vejita moaned as he caught the scent of Saiyajin blood. A warm wet tongue ran down his neck, lapping at the blood that coated Gokou's shoulder. Gokou could feel the purr that vibrated in Vejita's chest against his back.
The hand around his arousal grew firm as it stroked downwards, tightening with each inch of skin it moved across. Just as those talented fingers reached the base, Vejita shoved his length deeper inside the younger Saiyajin. Gokou groaned, his shoulders falling forward as tears fell from his eyes. The talented hand left his need and rose up, nails dragging across the skin of his abdomen, circling his nipples, tracing across the blood that coated his shoulder and neck, before wiping away those tears with a vicious chuckle. "The great Kakarrotto, turned into a sniveling baby by a little bit of pain." Vejita snorted and shoved him back down to his hands and knees in disgust. "You sicken me."
The arousal slid out of Gokou as Vejita rose to his feet, tucking himself away, leaving them both unsatisfied. Gokou turned on his knees, looking at Vejita. "Vejita, what…"
"Stay away from me," Vejita snarled in disgust. "Until you know who your better is… or watch your precious planet die."
~*~
TBC
~Jady
Pairings: Vejita/Trunks/Gokou
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Graphic yaoi, angst, semi-rape
Timeline: Sequel to Gravity Room & Boys and Their Toys
Summary: Problems develop between the three Saiyajin.
"Everyone meets their better sooner or later."
Spinning around from the riverside, Gokou's large black eyes widened with a grin. "'Gita," he laughed, moving towards the Saiyajin no Ouji with a devious gleam in his eyes. A sharp glare and a warning growling caused the younger warrior to freeze. "What's wrong?"
Vejita stood on the edge of the clearing, watching Gokou with suspicious eyes. Limply his arms hung at his sides, but his fists were balled and shaking with obvious rage. The blue gi was gone, replaced by blue jeans and a large black shirt that seemed almost gray compared to his hair. "Is that what you think of yourself?" he snarled, ki increasing with each breath he took. "You think you're my better? You think you're better than me, the Saiyajin no Ouji, your prince?" Wind whipped around the two warriors, causing their clothing and hair to slap against their skin. Branches broke off tree trunks, falling to the ground with loud echoing crashes. Behind Gokou the river collided against the shore, dampening his boots. "Vejita!" Gokou cried out, confused and nervous.
"Everyone meets their better, Kakarrotto!" Vejita roared, voice causing even the heavens to wince and tremble. His eyes slowly narrowed, a blank expression crossing his features. The wind halted and silence overwhelmed. "I think it's time you met yours."
Gokou's eyes grew wide as he recalled those words from the very back of his memory. Vejitto had said such a thing so many years ago. "Vejita, no… why… that wasn't about you! I didn't say…"
A smirk rose on Vejita's sexy lips. Gokou's breath caught in his throat. "You are right, Kakarrotto. You were not the soul those words came from." That smirk grew sadistic. "It's time you know who your better is." Before Gokou had realized the meaning of those words, Vejita was standing directly in front of him, eyes narrowed in dominating determination. A sly hand snaked out and grabbed Gokou's neck before a harsh fist slammed into the younger man's stomach. Gokou grunted and bent down, grasping his midsection as his eyes winced in pain. Intertwined fingers from two separate hands formed a single large fist that connected with Gokou's spine, sending him to the ground in a less than graceful manner. Gokou's hands clawed into the grass as he tried to rise to his knees, but another kick to the spine sent him flying forward until he lay limp against a tree.
Vejita chuckled as he approached. Gokou's arms trembled as he struggled to climb to his feet, but before he was even on his knees Vejita was kneeling behind him, fingers grasping his wild hair and tugging him back until Gokou rested against his chest, completely dependant on the prince to remain off the ground. "Vejita… please…"
"Shut up," he snarled, looking down at Gokou with what appeared to be nothing more than disgust. How could this have happened? Why did Vejita loathe him so? Despite his need to know, he couldn't disobey the Saiyajin no Ouji, especially not now when he was so angry. He remained silent, staring in those large charcoal eyes, and at this Vejita grinned. A sly hand snaked downwards and gripped the blue belt around Gokou's waist, ripping it away in a single jerk. With the fabric gone, hands easily slid inside the band, curving down over the hard and firm ass. Gokou's eyes slid closed with a small whimper of pleasure, not understanding why this was happening but not really giving a damn.
"No sounds," Vejita snarled, ripping his hands away from the massage to shove the Saiyajin against a tree. Gokou grunted at the impact, moving to shove himself back and attempt to kill Vejita in his annoyance, but before he could those same talented hands griped onto his hips and pulled them forth, sending Gokou back against the rough wood. "Vejita?" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes. The Saiyajin no Ouji did not return his glance, but instead shoved down the orange fabrics, leaving Gokou's rear visible to the world.
With a chuckle at Gokou's stunned yet anticipating silence - for Gokou couldn't deny the hardness forming between his legs - Vejita grabbed the buttons of his jeans and pulled them apart. Vejita finally looked to Gokou as the zipper was pulled downwards. Vejita did not grin, or even smirk. There was a burning glare in those shining black eyes. Vejita shoved down the rough material, leaving his own arousal visible. He didn't say a word; he rarely spoke during sex, and with this anger it frightened Gokou more than ever before. Those hands that gripped Gokou's hips tightened, piercing the skin, and in one rough shove Vejita's length was buried deep inside Gokou. The younger Saiyajin cried out in pain, hands grabbing the tree. His fingers cracked the wood as he gasped for breath; sweat slid down his brow. Before he could even get accustomed to the thickness, with blood spilling down his thighs, Vejita was already moving, pulling back and slamming in deeper.
"Vejita! Please!" Gokou cried out, pressing his face against the tree trunk. The wood scratched his face, but it only numbed the agony in his rear.
"Who's your better, Kakarrotto?" Vejita demanded with a growl, yanking back and slamming forth again. Gokou groaned, arms tightening around the wood. It cracked as a result of his strength, and at any moment the tree would snap in half and fall. Gokou barely noticed tears escaping his eyes. He wanted to speak, to say something - anything - to make the pain stop, but he knew it would be fruitless. Vejita wouldn't believe anything he said.
Leaned over Gokou, Vejita grabbed his neck and pulling him upwards until their bodies melded together. A wicked hand encircled Gokou's waist, grasping his unwanted arousal and tightening until it Gokou was nearly sobbing in anguish. "Vejita! Please!"
"Beg," Vejita snarled in his ear before biting down on the lobe. Gokou yelped and ripped his head to the side, but Vejita had a firm grip on the skin and it ripped off at the movement. Gokou yelled in pain, hearing the sickening chuckle as Vejita spit the skin to the side. He could smell his own blood leaking from the wound, and Vejita moaned as he caught the scent of Saiyajin blood. A warm wet tongue ran down his neck, lapping at the blood that coated Gokou's shoulder. Gokou could feel the purr that vibrated in Vejita's chest against his back.
The hand around his arousal grew firm as it stroked downwards, tightening with each inch of skin it moved across. Just as those talented fingers reached the base, Vejita shoved his length deeper inside the younger Saiyajin. Gokou groaned, his shoulders falling forward as tears fell from his eyes. The talented hand left his need and rose up, nails dragging across the skin of his abdomen, circling his nipples, tracing across the blood that coated his shoulder and neck, before wiping away those tears with a vicious chuckle. "The great Kakarrotto, turned into a sniveling baby by a little bit of pain." Vejita snorted and shoved him back down to his hands and knees in disgust. "You sicken me."
The arousal slid out of Gokou as Vejita rose to his feet, tucking himself away, leaving them both unsatisfied. Gokou turned on his knees, looking at Vejita. "Vejita, what…"
"Stay away from me," Vejita snarled in disgust. "Until you know who your better is… or watch your precious planet die."
~*~
TBC
~Jady