Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Compromising Positions ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Author Notes: It’s AU. I changed one little wish just a tiny, tiny bit. Oh, it’s also yaoi, although I’m not entirely sure who I’m gonna have screw who. Also, it is entirely off the wall, so the first bit’s gonna seem like I don’t care if it reads well or not. It’s a tad mite jerky, it is. I intend to let it stay that way, because for once, I want something a bit more comedic than my usual dark fare. And simply because I like ‘em that way, male Saiyans can and do, have and probably will get pregnant.

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Jeice wandered the halls of Capsule Corp. Vegeta was - imagine this! - training. Again. Or possibly still He wasn’t sure and didn’t really care, since he wasn’t exactly over Vegeta having killed him yet. Still, the grumpy prince was a lot better company than the remains of the Ginyu Force.

He stopped dead in the middle of the hall and began pulling his hair. That image just would not go away. And Zarbon had vanished off someplace months ago, and his scouter was broke, so he couldn’t find the that particular beauty to fuck him senseless again. It wasn’t fair! Course, it wasn’t like he wasn’t getting laid. An image of a naked blue-haired woman super-imposed itself over the traumatic Ginyu remnant fuckfest, much to his relief. Maybe Bulma wasn’t in her lab, and would be up for some fun.

Jeice turned abruptly and went back the way he had come. Possibly, possibly… and what the hell was that idiot doing? He watched as Bulma’s so-called boyfriend peeked through the windows of Vegeta’s training center. Hmm… if he was that interested in the little prince, maybe…? After all, he wanted to be fucked senseless, not to fuck someone else senseless.

Except, there was that weird floating cat shape-shifting thing. Jeice still wasn’t sure if it was male or female, but he had the funny feeling it was Yamcha’s most frequent bed partner. Probably, he smirked, in Vegeta’s form, as often as he’d caught the guy watching the surly Saiyan. AH-HA! Revenge is sweet! He reversed directions again.

This time, thankfully, there was no sex being performed, and Gordo was covered. Jeice wandered in casually. “Hey, Gordo? You remember Vegeta getting it on with any guys on the ship?”

“He’s not interested in males, Jeice, you know that.”

“Really?” Jeice faked surprise. “But that Yamcha guy seems to be seeing him pretty regularly.” A little snort. “He won’t even let Vegeta train without keeping an eye on him.”

“Oo? Really?”

Hook, line, sinker. Jeice nodded. “Yeah, he was just watching him train a bit ago. I bet if you go looking, you’ll find them together.”

“I might just do that.”

Jeice left him laughing at the scene he expected to witness, and went on hunting for a suitable fuck buddy. Yamcha was a possibility, but not until after he’d had his little joke. He heard the gravity room power down, and went to investigate. Yep, Gordo’d beat him there.

The prince looked from one to the other, eyes narrowing. He shoved past Yamcha, knocking the human on his ass. “Now, Vegeta, is that any way to treat your lover boy?”

Yamcha’s jaw dropped, but his eyes focused on the skin-tight pants covering Vegeta’s ass as the prince stopped. Slowly, the Saiyan looked over his shoulder, and hissed, “What did you say, vermin?”

Jeice was quite certain Gordo couldn’t see the energy attack beginning to glow in Vegeta’s hand, and this was proven when Gordo was foolish enough to open his mouth. “I suppose you wanted to be sure his ass was sore instead of yours for awhile, tehehe.”

Yamcha was still staring at Vegeta’s ass when Gordo’s brains splattered the wall behind him. Jeice smiled cheerfully, and strolled onto the scene, diverting Yamcha’s gaze to his equally well-outlined groin. “Really, Vegeta, clean up the mess… oh, never mind, I’ll take care of it.” He vaporized what was left of Gordo, making sure to do a little thrust with his hips as he turned to tend the mess. “Bunny was mixing up chocolate cakes earlier, I imagine one of them is done by now.”

“Chocolate cake?”

“If you hurry, Recoomb won’t have eaten it all by the time you get there.” Jeice sauntered up to the fallen human as Vegeta hurried off. “I wonder where Gordo got the idea you were fucking Vegeta?” Yamcha’s eyes went wide as Jeice slanted a quick glance at a suddenly red-faced Puar. Jeice’s grin hit the megawatt level as he realized his guess had been right. Smoothly, he continued, “After all, everyone knows he’s only interested in girls.”

“Um, yeah, of course.” Yamcha took the hand Jeice held out to him, and the smaller man pulled him to his feet - straight into himself. There were days Jeice hated being short, but being able to dip his head and lick the taller man’s navel before he could be stopped wasn’t a bad thing. Especially if it got him laid.

“So, you done training? Or ready for a different kind of training?” the cocky mutant asked, blatantly fondling the bulge hidden in Yamcha’s loose pants.

“Different. Kind?” Yamcha squeaked.

“Pushups,” Jeice suggested with a light squeeze. “Lots of pushups.” A stroke. “Bareback riding, perhaps?”

Yamcha groaned, and nodded. “Sounds… like fun. Where?”

“Oddly enough, the training room seems to be available.”

“Okay.”

Within moments, they were busily desecrating Vegeta’s sacred gravity room. They left behind a mess, having enjoyed themselves on the control panel - until Yamcha had accidentally upped the gravity too far - and then on the floor. And the ceiling, when Jeice figured out how to make the gravity reverse itself. Then, of course, they had to clean up in the built-in shower room, which somehow didn’t get them in the slightest bit clean - though they both got quite wet. Having exhausted the training room’s potential, and covered it in cum, they moved to breaking in Yamcha’s bed.

All in all, Jeice quite enjoyed himself that afternoon. But the best part was hearing Vegeta’s enraged screaming when he finally got done with his meal and a nap.