Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Evil Little Tasty Things ❯ Chapter 1

Pairing: Vegeta/Goku

Disclaimer: yeah sure, I own everything...

Warnings: weirdness, ahm...abuse of food and mild Kakarrot torture, Yaoi, Lime, PWP/TWT/OOC

Archive: no

A/N: Don't even ask where this came from, suffice to say I end up having some strange conversations from time to time...

Evil Little Tasty Things

Son Goku tossed and turned, sprawling across the white sheets restlessly, he punched and re-fluffed his pillow for the dozenth time. He knew it was probably getting late, but he felt too excited to sleep.

"Man, oh man. The South City Food Fair! I swear I can't wait!"

His words were punctuated by a loud rumble from his stomach; he'd foregone dinner so that he'd have plenty of appetite the following day. Not that he didn't always have plenty of appetite, of course, just that this was an event Goku waited for every year like a kid waits for Christmas.

"Nhhh! Kami I'll never get to sleep…"

He flopped over onto his back again, kicking the sheets free and folding hands behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, he began thinking about the previous years of the Food Fair, and how Chi-Chi had always gotten mad at him for "being such a pig".

Well he was on his own now, he'd finally set up his own home not far from where Chi-Chi still raised the boys. He just hadn't been able to take her charm-school rules any longer and she seemed happy enough. She had someone to come over and do the heavy work and whatever other chores, and she didn't have to feed or clean up after him.

He was actually pretty content on his own, but right now he really wished he had someone to curl up with; maybe it would help him go to sleep. Goku sighed up at the ceiling. Maybe if he just concentrated…

****

The sky was bright and cloudless, the morning slightly chill but with the promise of comfortable warmth as the day wore on. Goku touched down soundlessly on the outskirts of South City, doing his best not to be noticed, he knew there would be plenty of attention later. He laughed at a few choice memories and started into the city on foot.

As he stepped through the gates of Midway Park he paused to stare appreciatively at the innumerable festive booths that lined the footpaths and took most of the grassy spaces up. All of them represented some restaurant or catering company, all of them had free food to sample. None of them demanded attention from him in the form of a screeching black-haired woman. Son Goku's eyes glazed over at the sheer prospect.

Goku shook himself from the near-trance and checked to be sure he hadn't drooled on himself, and began down the right hand path. Previous fair vendors immediately recognized him.

"Son Goku! How are you, sir?" One restaurateur clapped him on the shoulder, simultaneously offering out a bowl of steaming spiced noodles.

Goku mumbled something incoherently around the mouthful of food he was inhaling, already being dragged off to the next booth where another caterer was piling a plate high with meatballs.

"Good to see you again!"

"Have you tried this?"

"Glad to see you still have that appetite!"

He was thumped and buffeted along the pathway, happily consuming everything that was handed to him, hardly knowing what came from where. Stopping at one booth, he paused to belch loudly and sample the many beverages they were offering, running his gaze up and down the concourse of epicurean delight.

He was trying to pace himself, knowing good and well that the reason he was greeted and shuffled along so heartily was because the vendors knew better than to let him pause before their storefronts. Son Goku's appetite was legendary among them and, to avoid any one of them being over-burdened they simply banded together to keep him moving. He didn't hold it against them, but even he had to take a break once in a while. He was barely past the appetizers and into the main course, it was only noon, and he didn't want to miss anything.

The sun was beginning its westward decline as he finally came to the end of his circuit, having saved the best for last in his opinion. Flocks of people simply shifted around the tall warrior as he made his way among the booths, he was big and solid enough that even when people did bump into him he hardly noticed. He stood at one end of a connecting path, the sides crowded with confectioners' booths, and double-checked himself for miscellaneous stains and sauces before heading for the first of them.

Cakes, pies, truffles, petit fours, candies of all sorts. Goku sampled them all, the infamous grin on his face only widening as sugar built up in his system. He could enjoy the buzz from it all day after having stuffed himself with more solid fare earlier.

"Mmmm! Oh man this stuff is great!"

Goku praised the keeper of one storefront that offered candied fruits wrapped in a variety of chocolates, his lips smeared with assorted sugars and colors. The cheerful woman waved him on, laughing at the way his cheeks puffed out to hold the many sweets he continued to cram into his mouth.

Finally, after having sampled from each booth at least once, Goku reached the end of the path and sighed slightly regretfully. Leaning against a thick tree he gazed up at the leaves shifting in the slight breeze. It had been great, like always, but also like always, he was a little sad it was over. At least for another year, anyway. He shrugged and smiled, sliding his hands into his pockets and started back to the gate.

Just as he turned toward the main path, though, his eye caught on a small tent set up just off to one side on a little used footpath. The track was so narrow that it had probably been made by children cutting through the small stand of trees that covered the hill. The little cloth gazebo was striped and a slightly tattered, holding a somewhat disused air about it, a small sign perched above the short awning at its front.

"Darkest Passions Tiny Treats"

Goku blinked and shrugged. He hadn't seen it earlier, but then again, the booth was pretty small and it wasn't at the edge of the path like the others had been. He'd never seen it in earlier years either, but there were always new vendors to sample. His mood lightened at the prospect of one last venture, and he stepped toward the undersized pavilion eagerly.

"Come, come! Welcome, my friend!"

A wizened old man stepped out and held the curtain to the tent wide, smiling and waving Goku inside, his face so wrinkled and lined that he may have been over a hundred for all the brawny warrior knew. He stepped inside and let his eyes adjust to the dimness within, gazing around raptly as he took in the shelves and tables filled with miniature houses and scenes, each meticulously drawn and formed from chocolates. There were crème eggs made to look like expensive jeweled ones, little fruits of marzipan and chocolate, tiny vehicles and creatures of all sorts, there were even little solid chocolate cupcakes and ice-cream cones.

Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, sweet white chocolate along with raspberry and orange and seemingly every flavor imaginable. Each little house and tiny creature seeming to nearly breathe they were so finely detailed. Goku's mind boggled and his nose twitched, despite all the food he'd already consumed his stomach let out a roar of anticipation.

"Ah, you are hungry, yes?"

The little shopkeeper grinned and nodded, guiding Goku to a table to the rear of the tent. The tabletop was covered in broken bits and malformed attempts, all of them made from the same delicious smelling chocolates. Goku did his best not to drool. The burly fighter grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, trying not to simply dive face-first into the treats.

"Well, heheh…I guess I am!"

The shriveled old man gave him a gap-toothed smile and waved him closer to the table.

"Come, try it! I know I am supposed to give samples, so these are they! I wish so much for people to meet my creations."

Goku blinked up at him, pausing with a mouthful of heavenly chocolate cream, his eyes already glazing as his taste buds rejoiced their rapture.

"Mmmm? 'Meet'? What do you mean?"

The ancient little man chuckled and smiled, nodding to the various creations around the tent.

"Hai, they are like my family. As I work on each one it gains a life and personality of its own."

The big fighter paused, a bead of sweat forming along his temple, he wasn't quite sure he liked the idea of eating someone's family, much less the twisted and mutant ones. The old man grinned up at him expectantly and Goku quickly gathered his thoughts.

"Well they sure are tasty!"

He grinned hugely, mouth smeared with chocolate and marzipan, finally shrugging inwardly. They were good, quite tasty in fact, the best candy he'd ever had. He felt nervous for a moment when he realized that no one else had come into the little tent while he'd been there. Just as he was about to make his goodbyes and head home, the wrinkled one spoke in a slightly panicked voice.

"Oh dear, oh my! I completely forgot! Oh this is a disaster!"

Goku blinked at him in concern, always willing to help.

"What is it? Can I help?"

The little old man tsked and fretted, fluttering around in a concentrated frenzy before turning to him, a gleam of hope in his eyes.

"Oh yes young man! You see I have to meet with my cocoa supplier, I make all the chocolate myself from scratch, but he only comes once a month. If I miss him today my business will be ruined! Oh me, oh my, I don't know how I could have forgotten!"

Goku smiled reassuringly, patting the old man's shoulder.

"What can I do to help then?"

"Oh you dear young man! Would you, could you, be so kind as to simply watch over my little displays here? I can just make it if I go now, but I can't leave my little things to be devoured by the ignorant! I swear it won't take long at all!"

"Sure! Of course I can!"

The grizzled little man eyed him for a moment, slight suspicion entering his gaze.

"You must promise me you won't allow anyone to eat anything but what is on this table."

Goku blushed slightly and grinned, holding his hand over his heart, trying hard to look trustworthy.

"I promise!"

With that the little shopkeeper nodded approvingly and fluttered out of the tent, leaving Goku surrounded by silence and the rich scent of cocoa.

He stared around a little dazedly, still ferrying broken and twisted treats to his mouth, and began looking closer at all the tiny panoramas that lined the fabric walls. Each one had obviously been a labor of love, infinitesimal details became apparent when one looked closely. Goku wondered how the wrinkled old man's eyes managed to make out such minute things.

After an indeterminable amount of time Goku finally looked up from the display he was currently inspecting, rubbing his eyes and yawning sleepily. He couldn't tell how long the old man had been gone; it could have been moments or hours. He began to get bored, the miniatures were exquisitely detailed, but were still only candy.

Deciding to have one more little sample before, going out front to look for the shopkeeper, Goku made his way to the back of the tent again. He nearly knocked over a strange cabinet that he hadn't seen before. Munching on a chocolate lion without a tail, he inspected the cabinet more closely.

Even taller than himself and twice as wide, the entire thing was carved in detail, the dark rich wood seeming almost like chocolate itself with its rich patina and deep luster. Again, he wondered how he could have missed the imposing thing earlier. Perhaps his appetite had simply gotten the best of him.

Goku slid a hand over the front in appreciation for the work that had gone into it. Just like the candies, it had been an exhaustive labor. The doors opened easily as curiosity drove him to take a peek inside.

He gave a breathless little gasp of wonder at the sight that greeted him; a perfect rendition of heaven and hell in sweetest confection. Tiny demons grimaced and gestured rudely with even smaller pitchforks, angels perched on clouds of vanilla fluff, righteously ignoring the demonic insults, wings almost seeming to flutter.

One might almost think the pools of raspberry glaze were bubbling in the miniature pit, tiny red licorice whips could nearly be heard to snap over the backs of the damned. Goku's eyes were wide as he took it all in.

"Amazing!"

He grinned and shook his head, taking a step back to appreciate it better, and accidentally bumped into one of the displays. Freezing in place, he waited for disaster to occur. When a moment passed and nothing happened he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to check on the display. At just that second, a teeny horse, perched at the edge of the farm panorama, fell prey to gravity and dropped from the table.

Lunging, Goku reached out with cupped hands to catch the little creature, knuckles brushing the floor as he scooped it up. He grinned hugely at his success.

"All right! Got you!"

He examined the panorama closely, trying to determine how the little horse went back onto the display, just then the tiny tossing mane fell off. Alarmed, he broke a sweat, trying to press the fluffy bit of dark chocolate back into place. He wailed as it melted beneath his fingertips.

"Oh man! What am I going to do!?"

Goku stared for long moments at the miniaturized farm, wondering if he could possibly make the horse look right. After several attempts he finally gave up on the melting blob and sighed in frustration.

"There are so many little animals, I'm sure he wouldn't miss just this one."

He frowned and thought what to do with the now misshaped horse. It would be too obvious to put it back on the panorama, but then too, he couldn't put it in the sample pile either. His hands had been all over it and it might be noticed there, too.

Finally he just grinned and decided that it should be a sample and he'd be the one to sample it. Tossing the chunk of melty chocolate into the air he tilted his head back and caught it in his mouth.

"Mmmm…"

He purred in delight at the mixture of white and dark chocolate as it dissolved on his tongue, closing his eyes in appreciation.

A barely heard sound caught his attention and he turned back to the cabinet, now paranoid that he'd ruin something else. His eyes bulged in disbelief as the tiny demons and angels began moving, coming out of the cabinet and flying toward him. Their tinny little voices were raised in chastisement.

"He ate one of us!"

"Destroy the destroyer!"

"Penance! A penance must be paid!"

Goku's jaw dropped, a drop of chocolaty saliva smearing over his chin as he gaped. The troupe of candies continued forward, soon joined by other creatures, all bearing down on him with tiny gleaming eyes. Heart thudding, he turned to escape and found his way blocked on all sides. He held his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"H-hey guys!! I didn't mean to! It was an accident, I swear!"

He noticed the angels and demons had begun to grow; now about six inches tall they began to surround him. Tiny whips of licorice snapped against his skin and made him jump. Yelping and rubbing at the small stinging welts left behind, he turned in all directions. They were closing in, some of them with longer strands of licorice.

Something wound around his ankles and he teetered. Arms flailing he overbalanced and went crashing to the floor, barely missing another display. The tent suddenly seemed much smaller than before, and the rich scent of cocoa had become almost smothering.

"Hey wait! What are you doing?!"

Panic began to set in as his arms and legs were bound and pinned to the floor, as he tried to power up he realized that it wasn't working. His ki was gone!

"Hey cut it out!! It was an accident!"

Goku struggled against the sugary confines but found that he couldn't move a muscle. One of the diminutive demons fluttered close to his face, the little fruit-leather wings wafted the scent of candy over his face. A hard, sharp, candy-glass pitchfork poked at his nose.

"Shut up, Kakarrot! You must be punished! All that sniveling won't help a bit."

Blinking in amazement, Goku stared up at the apparition. The little demon looked just like Vegeta! In fact, all of the demons looked like Vegeta, spikes of hair drawn from black licorice, wings of translucent red fruit leather, they even had tiny spiked tails.

"Wha?"

Goku was startled from his amazement at the sound of tearing cloth. Blinking down at himself he saw two angels, each tugging on his collar in opposite directions, tiny wings flapping. They didn't look like Vegeta; in fact, even with their spun-sugar wings and lemon chiffon hair they looked…they looked just like him! The candy-glass pitchfork returned to poking his nose, the ouji-demon demanding his attention. The downed warrior shot a dazed look at his captor.

"Pay attention, Kakarrot! Wicked things are afoot."

Goku thrashed helplessly in his bonds, the angels ignored his attempts to escape and continued to tear away his shirt. The ouji-demon fluttered back and forth; supervising, pausing to stroke an angel's wing here, press a kiss to marzipan lips there. He watched in amazement, completely forgetting to struggle.

When the grinning angels started on his zipper, though, he again began bucking and squirming. The ouji-demon smirked darkly at him, his tiny pointed tail lashing.

"You can't get away, Kakarrot. You'll never escape."

Goku's cheeks flushed as a cool draft struck his groin; he didn't know what the hell was going on here, but it was getting embarrassing! He eyed the demon-ouji with the pitchfork where he fluttered over Goku's torso, most of the draft seemed to be coming from those slightly-spicy scented wings.

"H-hey, cut it out now…"

He shivered, somehow only mildly surprised that his voice had cracked, his blush increasing as the little angels made no move to stop removing his clothes. He knew the winged Vegeta could see his erection, he thought he'd die of embarrassment. But instead of mocking him, the ouji-demon only smiled.

Other, slightly smaller demons, began to flutter around him. All with that curiously dark smile, terribly disturbing, and altogether familiar smile. Goku could easily recall seeing it on Vegeta's face each time they finished a sparring match. His reverie was broken as a low chuckle sounded from the lead demon.

Spun sugar wings shimmered, the little angels that looked like himself had returned, each with some sweet treat or another. Goku renewed his struggles as they began daubing his skin with creamy swirls or drops of honey. He didn't know why but it was arousing him badly, and he was embarrassed enough as it was.

The dark little ouji's grin widened as he dropped down to perch on Goku's hip, the gleaming pitchfork sliding into the short spikes of hair at his groin. The other miniature demons fluttered excitedly and, with a nod of the leader's head, swooped down to begin licking all the smears and daubs of sweetness from his skin.

"Ahh! N-no!!"

Goku's eyes flew wide as dozens of hot little tongues stroked over his skin, sending bright tingles of sensation through him and pushing his body to full arousal. He closed his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip and trying to will his cock to soften, thinking about anything and everything that might distract him. He began counting backward from one hundred.

The need to concentrate was helping, or at least it seemed to until he was almost a third of the way through. A dark laugh sounded as he intoned seventy, and he couldn't help himself from looking down at the ouji-demon.

The candy creature no longer held the little pitchfork; instead he was licking at one of the cream-tipped faux ice-cream cones and smirking in evident pleasure. Goku paused in his count, completely and horribly fascinated by the expression on the demon-ouji's face.

"Sixty-nine."

Goku's breath caught as the smirking lips said the word for him, his eyes widening as buttercream was smeared over the tip of his cock. The demon-ouji bent down, the low voice purring up at him.

"Darkest desires…"

Miniature lips and cherry pink tongue descended on his aching flesh, and Goku couldn't stop the scream of pleasure that tore from his throat.

"VEGEEEEEETAAAAAH!!"

****

Goku's eyes flew open as he lunged up. He blinked around dazedly for a moment until he recognized his own room and bed. He stared down at his raging erection where it stood proudly from his groin.

"Vegeta??"

He shook his head to clear the last cobwebs of sleep, grinning sheepishly at his own foolishness. It was just a dream. He breathed a sigh of relief, nearly bouncing from the bed as he realized that it was almost time to leave for the Food Fair. His lips quirked in a little smile; maybe he'd stop by Capsule Corp. and invite the prince.

"I wonder if he likes chocolate…"