Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Flash Point ❯ Flash Point ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Flash Point

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.

Warnings/Notes: An unusual seme/uke emphasis placed in the story itself (for me at least) as well as a bit of a 'screw you' to stereotypes. Possible evil villain cheesiness? Oh well I'm usually cheesy. Beta'd by SlaughterChichi.

 

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Feeling the muscular thigh pin him against cold stone, Vegeta shuddered as he was towered over, Brolli's height dwarfing him by comparison. The body heat of the other Saiyan was pressing through the fabric of their clothing, the immense heat and strength overwhelming his senses.

Hunching down closer to his level, Brolli snarled, muttering deeply as a large hand swept over his shoulder to his neck. The feel of the strong fingertips against his skin made Vegeta flinch away in fear. Looking up at the taller Saiyan, he hissed in pain as the other man's hand grabbed his thigh, fingers digging into his flesh before clumsily pulling at the material.

 

“Kakarotto...” The voice rumbled out above him.

 

Turning his head away, Vegeta attempted to pull back, scowling at the word.

 

“I'm not him. Are you blind?”

 

Dangerous eyes narrowed above him, the hand on his neck cupping his chin and twisting his head up so they faced.

 

“I smell him on you, Vegeta.”

 

Scowling at the unexpected astuteness facing him, Vegeta shook his head against the hand holding his chin, it not budging in the slightest despite his struggles.

 

“Is that your business? I am not him, that is all you need to worry about.”

 

Letting go of Vegeta- who nearly dropped to the floor at the unexpected release- Brolli reeled backwards, howling with rage. For a moment Vegeta thought he'd see the Saiyan ascend once more as ki bursts fluttered in the air around him, but they soon dissipated. Glaring at Vegeta, Brolli swept forwards before the prince could react, winding his arms around him and pulling him up to his chest, lifting his feet clear off the ground. Kicking out at the air and wriggling in the tight hold, Vegeta swore, trying to escape as Brolli hissed words past his ear.

 

“He has just taken something else from me then. Something that I am entitled to!”

 

“What are you talking about? Let me go you crazy bastard! I am the prince of all Saiyans.”

 

“Exactly!” The volume of Brolli's volume rose as he pulled his head away a little, though not enough to prevent Vegeta wincing at the sudden loud noise. “He isn't worthy of you! You deserve the best, you deserve the true Legendary!” His voice lower to a deeper tone as he looked Vegeta in the eye. “You should be my mate alone.”

 

It was the look of derangement on Brolli's face that made Vegeta's blood run cold; there was no reasoning with this logic, if there even was any to begin with.

 

“Kakarotto isn't my mate.” He tore his eyes away from the gaze of the other male.

 

“You just let him..? You let him spoil you?”

 

“I am not spoilt!” Roaring angrily, Vegeta jerked in the insurmountable hold. “He never-” He cut himself off, glaring at Brolli. “Not that it is your business anyway.”

 

“He never what?” A flicker of interest passed over Brolli's face. “Do tell.”

 

“You know fully what I referred too. Now let me go.”

 

Shaking his head, Brolli lent in, his arms cupping him from under his thighs, the change in his hold only irritating Vegeta further as his small stature was highlighted.

 

“I'll make you mine then. Before Kakarotto can claim you.”

 

Sneering as he was brought level to Brolli's face, Vegeta turned his nose up, somehow managing to look down at the massive male. “And what makes you think I'm ever going to agree to that? I can pick on my own.”

 

“But I am a perfect candidate for you. Together we'd be an unstoppable force against Kakarotto.” A richer note flowed into Brolli's voice, making it almost seductive. “I am the Legendary, Vegeta. I get to choose whoever I want...you should feel honoured.”

 

“You are not the only super Saiyan any more. Kakarotto and myself have borne our own statuses for some time now.” Maintaining his imperial air, Vegeta shook his head. “You are not special for your ascension, especially compared to me.” He paused, trying to gauge Brolli's expression for any mood swings; he knew he had to tread carefully. “I am the prince. I pick my own mate and they will answer to me, not the other way around.”

 

It may have been his imagination, but the muscles of Brolli's face seemed to tense for a split second at the finishing statement. Still, however, he persisted, moving his face closer to Vegeta's, dangerously close to the prince's personal boundaries.

 

“You don't seem to realise what I offer. Between our powers, we can truly get revenge on Kakarotto for what he has taken! I know he has ruined your aspirations, Vegeta.” His face inched closer, voice undergoing a gradual change from silkily smooth to frantic. “We can do it together if you cooperate. I'll make you mine and we can defeat Kakarotto. We'll rule the universe. Nothing can stop us.”

 

Again trying to remove himself from the hold, Vegeta closed his eyes, wanting to cover his ears to block out the words. After the battles within himself, the suggestions threatened tear apart what he'd worked so hard to make. All the years that had passed since his first battle with Goku. Everything he'd made a part of himself since then was rebelling at the words, the twin conflicts threatening to tear him apart.

 

“I said no!” Opening his eyes, Vegeta tried to pull his eyes out of the controlling hold. “Let me go now. Or else I'll summon Kakarotto and we'll destroy you right here.”

 

“You said you weren't mated.” Giving Vegeta a sceptical look, Brolli held on still. “How will you call him?”

 

“He'll feel my ki!” Trying to keep his voice steady, Vegeta knew he was grasping at straws now. Goku could easily pass his ki off for the random changes in his training, no doubt about it. Unless he was truly in dire need would Goku appear, mostly likely after Brolli crushed him into the ground.

 

Giving him a growl of displeasure, Brolli relinquished his grip, handing Vegeta down to the ground. Thankful for the hard surface under his feet, Vegeta started to walk away, holding his head up with a royal air.

 

“I don't know why you rely on him to protect you like that. You're a like a little child clinging to his trouser leg.” The look of annoyance on Brolli's face grew into a smirk as Vegeta stopped in his tracks. “I'd hope that the prince would be a more strong independent figure.”

 

The expression on his face surprisingly calm as he turned to Brolli, Vegeta half turned, showing off an angular profile.

 

“I still hold my power with my pride.” He gave the taller Saiyan an icy glare.

 

“Well prove it then, Vegeta.”

 

The prince striding forwards towards him would have intimidated many other beings, but as he gloved palm pushed against his abdomen forcefully he didn't flinch. His expression less than impressed, he looked down.

 

“What is that supposed to achieve then?”

 

“Why should I follow you when it is my position to lead?” Fear had taken a back seat to the prideful indigence, driving Vegeta further from his reformed self. “If you feel you need my help then you should be obeying my every word and submitting to me. I will not cooperate otherwise.”

 

The defiant attitude was not one Brolli was accustomed to, a low growl of displeasure reverberating in his chest as his hands clenched to tight fists. No one had the arrogance it confront him or make such demands, and if they did before, he would have blown them to dust in seconds. The fear he was accustomed to had vanished from Vegeta. In a rare display of self restraint, he didn't lash out, gaze growing more impassive instead.

 

It was the growl that almost drove Vegeta off, reminding him of the dangerous game he was playing. Dealing with this volatile Saiyan was arguably about as sensible as juggling nuclear warheads with greasy fingers. However, as the Earth saying goes, 'He who dares, wins.' and the fact he wasn't a smoking pair of boots in a mile wide crater was an encouraging fact right now. If he wanted to regenerate his status, Brolli would be an extremely valuable subordinate.

 

An uncomfortable pause lingered as the pair sized each other up, each waiting for the other to make their move. Speaking up, Brolli seemed the calmer of them, though under his relaxed expression his mind was on fire, the implications of Vegeta's words only just sinking in. A lifetime of blasting first and asking questions later made this situation something of a puzzle, one that he was desperate to crack; if he lured Vegeta, he had a chance of getting rid of Kakarotto.

 

“...You desire that I submit to you? Just that?”

 

Vegeta gave a careful nod, almost unsure now Brolli had calmed down, the ease of which the other male was starting to agree startling him.

 

“You'll help me in destroying Kakarotto?” The name was growled out with narrowed eyes, the manic hatred obviously still strong. Even the speed he spoke at was faster than normal. “You won't hinder me?”

 

Pausing for a few seconds, Vegeta frowned. Letting the other Saiyan take out his rival meant he didn't get to do it himself. It was like cheating if Brolli did his own job for him, even if it was under his own personal orders. Long ago he had set his subordinates on Kakarotto, when he was a mere challenger, but now he was a rival he felt the need to deal with him with his own hands.

 

“I want to be the one to kill Kakarotto.” Clenching his fist him front of himself. “You'll follow me, and I will be the one to destroy him. No one else. Not even you.”

 

The offer was tempting, although Brolli hesitated at the prospect of being deprived the chance to fight Goku himself. The desire to exact his revenge himself was overwhelming. It burnt inside him. The reason for having Vegeta on his side was more so he didn't have to fight against the prince, rather than having someone do his work for him. His eyes casting over Vegeta's body affirmed the fact he didn't want to kill him; not only would the prince be useful to him once Goku was gone, but the chance of other privileges was enticing too...

 

Then again, there was no certainty Vegeta would actually kill Goku. On pure powerlevels, he was outmatched from the start, and something deep down told Brolli that just maybe he wouldn't have the bottle to carry it out in the unlikely case that he did defeat his rival.

 

“...I'll give you the first shot at him. If you lose, it is my turn to battle him.”

 

Dark eyes glaring up at him, it was clear Vegeta saw right through his statement to his underlying thought, the suggestion cornering him against his own pride. If he turned down the offer, he'd be admitting his inferiority. “Fine. But I will defeat him.” He smirked. “You'll end up disappointed...”

 

Reaching up, Vegeta's hands rubbed along Brolli's sides, travelling up to his chest; the long reach left Vegeta almost on his tiptoes as he touched firm muscles.

 

“We'll see about that.”

 

A confident smirk spread over Vegeta's face, exuding arrogance. “Now, what was that about submitting?”

 

A look of surprise passed over Brolli's face. Was the prince actually serious? It seemed so as Vegeta plucked his gloves off with almost delicate movements. Hesitant, he watched Vegeta in silence, growing more and more unsure as to what he agreed to.

 

“Well? Don't you want to have me before Kakarotto claims me?”

 

A low growl rattled out of Brolli's throat as he leant down onto one knee, getting closer to Vegeta's level, hands grasping his shoulders as he pulled him in. He knew by the tone of Vegeta's voice he wasn't serious, but the mere idea was enough to push him forward. The small bare hands slipped into his long hair and he allowed Vegeta to pull him down into a kiss.

 

A surge of adrenaline burst into Vegeta's veins as his lips met Brolli's. The sheer achievement of reining in such a beast was a rush enough, but knowing he could slammed back by the other Saiyan's power at any second just compounded the effect. Growing more confident, he gave the hair a gentle tug of encouragement as he bit down lightly on Brolli's lip, drawing out a rich growl. The tone was different to the familiar noises of anger and frustration. It was enticing.

 

Drawing himself away a few seconds later, Vegeta allowed his hands to slip out of Brolli's hair, one passing across a massive shoulder.

 

“Let's take this somewhere more private, hmm? I don't want to be interrupted...”

 

Nodding, Brolli stood up, turning around from Vegeta and walking down the stone corridor, tail waving out behind him in a beckoning manner. Following in silence, Vegeta peered into the halls they passed, ensuring no one was following them. Although it was his choice alone, he was still wary of what the consequences would be of someone else finding out before he was ready.

 

The sound of their boots stepping on the floor echoed through the corridors before Brolli came to a stop, pushing open a heavy door. Peering inside, Vegeta felt the other Saiyan's hand rest on his shoulder.

 

“I hope this is satisfactory...” Muttering, Brolli drew his hand away again, letting Vegeta enter the room first.

 

Peering over at the four poster bed, rather suited to the style of the rest of the castle, he padded into the room, slipping off his boots and turning on his heel to face Brolli.

 

“It'll do.”

 

Mirroring the smirk on Vegeta's face, Brolli closed the door behind him and flicked the inside latch shut with his finger. Stepping towards the bed, where Vegeta already seemed to be making himself comfortable, he removed his own shoes and dropped them beside Vegeta's as the prince's armour flew past him, briefly followed by the top of his training suit.

 

Reaching out for Brolli's belt and giving it a light tug, Vegeta guided him onto the bed, fingers fumbling to remove it once he sat down. A low rumbling in his chest, Brolli reached down and took it off, dropping it on the floor as the material around his waist went slack. Getting on his knees with an air of confidence, despite the springing of the mattress beneath him, he pushed back on Brolli's chest, fingertips tracing over the skin as the younger male moved back. A soft moan sounded out from under him as he started to play with Brolli's nipples; despite travelling great distances like Vegeta himself, it appeared he wasn't used to being touched in such a manner. Muscles twitched in response, the reactions making Vegeta's own pulse race. The excitement of his power and the sense of achievement in making him produce noises other the angry growls and roars.

 

Red and white cloth fell to the floor beside the bed. On it, Vegeta was kneeling over Brolli's thigh, one hand pressed palm down to his stomach, feeling the firm muscle beneath whilst the other was preoccupied with his erection, the palm brushing up the underside of the shaft. As a skilful thumb rubbed against the head, Brolli realised Vegeta's age was accompanied with experience.

 

Hissing under his breath, his propped himself up on his elbows to look at Vegeta, a little frustrated by the distance his body put between them. He wanted to feel more of the body heat, more of the touch of hot, irresistible hands.

 

“Ready for more?” The almost predatory gleam in Vegeta's eyes told Brolli exactly what he meant. Whilst he had never experienced it, he was most certainly aware.

 

“Come here...” Sitting up, he pulled Vegeta in firmly, regardless of whether he was going to come or not. Lip curling at the residual scents left by Goku, Brolli lifted his tail up and around Vegeta's waist, intent on replacing them with his own.

 

Wriggling in displeasure at being moved around, Vegeta looked up at Brolli with a frown.

 

“This isn't what I meant by 'more'.” He muttered, a little on edge at the sudden forceful action.

 

Loosening his arms Brolli let Vegeta go, leaving his tail looped around him. A pleased smirk spread over Vegeta's face at the simple fact he had been obeyed. Something made even more satisfying by the massive power of the other Saiyan. His temperament improved, he willingly pressed against the broad chest in front of him, hands rubbing against the firm muscle. A large hand trailed down his own back, urging him on with firm pushes before rubbing at the skin again to seem less intrusive.

 

Growing more confident, Vegeta eventually pulled back, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his training trousers. Brolli's hands were already pressed up against his chest; the touch was a little clumsy, but still pleasant, his fingertips brushing over his nipples with surprising dexterity once he grew accustomed to the prince's body. Before Vegeta could remove his trousers a hand was there, tugging them down. Letting the bold move pass, Vegeta shifted to let Brolli remove the item, chuckling as they were tossed over his shoulder to a forgotten corner of the room.

 

“Much better.” An unfamiliar tone of amusement laced the deep voice.

 

“There is a lot more for you to enjoy.” A smug purr drifted up to him as Vegeta swept back down his body, hand squeezing his thigh before boldly moving up.

 

Seeming fearless, Brolli parted his legs a little wider. To Vegeta's delight, his chest rumbled with what was almost a purr as his inner thighs were petted, groped, and even playfully pinched a couple of times. The large Saiyan was more receptive than he'd imagined. One hand moved from his thighs back to his cock, squeezing him firm enough to draw out a deep moan.

 

“I'm afraid I'll need you to turn over.”

 

Momentarily frowning at the entirely unapologetic tone, Brolli nodded in understanding when he realised how much easier a change in position would make things and moved as he was told. Feeling the cool sheets against his abdomen did little to calm him as he felt Vegeta settle between his legs behind him. He held back a soft groan as his balls were fondled, his tail giving him away as it waved frantically in Vegeta's face.

 

Grabbing hold at the base of the waving tail with a wicked smirk, Vegeta drew his fist up the length of it, verging on pulling with the roughness as Brolli's hips jerked at the near painful sensation, the Saiyan himself giving out a slurred growl. Unsure of whether it was a warning or simply an unintentional sound Vegeta took caution and dropped the tail, instead rubbing at the base. The slurred growling drowned out into a long moan. A very satisfying one.

 

One hand continuing to tease the beast beneath him, Vegeta licked over his spare palm; he almost seemed in a hurry as he spread saliva over his erection, hissing in pleasure as Brolli moved his tail to skim over his balls.

 

“You'll pay for that.” He muttered to the face grinning at him over a bulky shoulder, swatting the tail out of the way as he sank forwards.

 

Hissing in pleasure as tight heat surrounded him, Vegeta could see the muscular expanse of back in front of him grow tense. A jolt of terror passed through him as Brolli lifted himself up onto his elbows; for a moment he thought he was going to be ripped away and tossed aside. Faltering, he gasped in pleasure as Brolli used his leverage to push back against him, taking him deeper.

 

The prince clawed back his composure, thrusting forwards before Brolli could make another move. Leaning forwards he tried to keep the man's rear down on the bed before he tried to get onto his knees, shoving his hand between his hip and the covers to reach for his erection. After a little fumbling to reach it, he was soon fondling sensitive skin, watching Brolli's back flex in fascination as he continued to thrust forwards. The long tail was still waving in his face, thick furred and sinuous, adding an extra element of Saiyanness that drew him towards the other male. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the other Saiyan's scent, the smell already strengthened by sex. It drove him on into a frenzy of movement, received in a howling ecstasy as Brolli pushed back, the exuberant motions nearly knocking Vegeta over.

 

Any fear Vegeta had was now gone; he bared his teeth as he drove forwards, taking liberty to be as rough as he wanted. Between Vegeta's snarls and his own deep groans of pleasure, Brolli came over the prince's hand and the crisp sheets, feeling a tremor against his back a Vegeta soon followed, almost collapsing onto his back.

 

After they had separated- and Brolli had nearly rolled over onto Vegeta by accident- there was a long pause. Watching Vegeta turn away, Brolli was unsure how to deal with him, his mind starting to clear. Creeping forwards over the bed, he ran his hand over Vegeta's back right down to his tail spot. A grunt of displeasure didn't deter him as he rubbed it slowly, muttering in a low voice.

 

“I take it the deal is done then?” A soft growl rolled out as he remembered Goku, but his hands continued to move smoothly.

 

Rolling onto his back, Vegeta looking up at him in amusement, nodding as he stretched out under his hands, letting Brolli stroke and rub over his skin. Somehow he doubted Brolli would ever break that 'Kakarotto' habit, regardless of whether he was alive or dead. He closed his eyes and stretched his arms over his head, murmuring softly.

 

“Much better than a handshake...”