Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Goku and the 3 Saiyans ❯ Goku and the Three Saiyans ( Chapter 1 )

Goku and the Three Saiyans

 

Author: Chibi Hoshi*

 

Rating: NC-17

 

Summary: Goku wanders into the house and eats all the food Bulma's cooked for Bardock, Radditz, and Vegeta. He goes to take a nap, but has to try two beds before he finds one he likes. Once the Saiyans come home, they are not pleased, and decide to teach Goku a lesson about respecting others' spaces.

 

Pairings: BxG, RxG,VxRxG, VxG

 

Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters of DBZ. *cries*

 

Warnings: LEMON. Yaoi. D/s. NCS (Non-Consensual Sex). Mysterious reappearance of both Bardock and Radditz. Incest. Nice Bulma cameo. Goku abuse. I think that about covers it. Anything I missed you'll see for yourself.

 

Author's Notes: Based on the fairytale `Goldilocks and the Three Bears'. Don't ask where this came from. Major plot bunny hopped through today about an hour before I had to go to work, and this is what came of it.

 

On with the Fic.

 

Goku and the Three Saiyans

 

 

Bulma swore loudly as she burned herself. Again. Damned ungrateful Saiyans! She and the bots and been cooking for hours to make enough food to feed three hungry Saiyans after a day of training. And those ungrateful bastards weren't even here to eat what she had fixed! She was pissed.

 

“Hiya, Bulma!” A cheery voice called from the doorway.

 

“Hi, Goku.”

 

“Wow, this sure smells great! I'm starved!”

 

“Help yourself, Goku. I don't think Vegeta, Radditz and Bardock will be home soon enough to enjoy it anyway.”

 

“Alright! Thanks!” At that, he sat down at the table and dug in. “Wow, this is Great!”

 

Bulma beamed, all irritation gone for the moment. “Thanks, Goku.” At least someone was appreciating her efforts. It helped that that someone was also her best friend.

 

When Goku finished, he and Bulma chatted for a while until Goku suddenly yawned. “Sorry Bulma. Do you mind if I take a nap?”

 

“Not at all. All the bedrooms are upstairs. Rest well.”

 

Goku climbed the stairs and opened the first door he came to. The room smelled nice, and he flopped down on the bed, only to find that it was just a thin pallet of blankets on a wooden frame. Try as he might, Goku couldn't get comfortable. It was just too hard. Finally, he got up and made his way into the next room

 

This room smelled almost the same as the first, oddly comforting, but be couldn't place exactly why. The bed in this room looked softer, so he let himself fall onto it. Almost instantly he was clawing his way out, trying to escape the masses of feathery softness that threatened to swallow and suffocate him. He finally managed to get out of the bed, and stood up, eyeing it. Feather mattress, feather blanket, even feather pillows! No wonder he almost drowned in the stuff.

Disgusted with the altogether too-soft bed, he moved into the third room. If this didn't work out, he was going home. He eyed the bed carefully before perching on the edge of it. Perfect! Soft enough to be comfortable, but firm enough to be supportive. He stretched out across the bed and snuggled into the pillows. And the smell... well, this room and especially this bed smelled better to him than anything in the world. He closed his eyes and was asleep within moments.

 

*****

 

It was well after full dark when Bardock, Radditz and Vegeta called an end to their sparring session for the day. They all headed back to Capsule Corp, wanting nothing more than a good meal, a shower, and the comfort of their beds.

 

Upon arrival, however, they found nothing but piles of dirty dishes and an angry note from Bulma, naming the person that had eaten their meal, and whose scent lingered in the air. All three were understandably pissed off, but the lack of food didn't annoy them as much as it could have. What really got them was that the scent of the culprit continued through the kitchen, the living room and up the stairs into each of their rooms.

 

Bardock's room was first, and the smell of his youngest brat permeated it. The rumpled blankets and pillows were coated in the scent. Radditz's room was the same way, and he was highly aggrieved that Kakarott's obvious thrashing to escape the bed had taken all the fluff out of his feathers. They followed the scent again to Vegeta's room. When they opened the door, Kakarott's scent hit them in the face like a brick wall. This was mainly due to the fact that Kakarott was still in there, and sleeping away soundly at that. It was this last blow to the pride and privacy of the three that needled them most. They decided that Kakarott needed to learn a very hard lesson about respecting other peoples' privacy. Though their bodies still hungered for food, Kakarott himself could satisfy another kind of hunger...

 

Goku awoke to being slammed against a wall- HARD.

 

“So, brat, you thought you could sleep in my bed, huh? Let me tell you something. The only people who sleep in my bed also sleep with me. And since you've already slept in my bed, now it's time to sleep with me.”

 

Goku found himself being dragged back into the first room, obviously Bardock's, and thrown roughly onto the bed.

 

“But Bardock, I-“

 

“No- You will not call me that. Here, you will call me Papa.” Bardock harshly pulled Goku's wrists up behind his back and clasped them in one hand, bending his son over the hard edge of the bed. Goku struggled, and a loud CRACK resounded through the room. Goku yelped as his backside burned.

 

“You will be still.”

 

He gasped as his pants were roughly ripped away. His legs were pushed apart and Bardock moved to stand between them, keeping them open. A callused finger was dipped into a jar of Vaseline and pressed against puckered opening. Goku found himself pressed into the hard bed as the finger invaded him. He couldn't struggle, he was effectively pinned between the bed and his father, and the finger inside of him was an uncomfortable sensation. It slid in and out a couple of times before a second joined it. It hurt, but he could feel himself stretching. A third eased its way in.

 

The edge of pain... He whimpered, but instead of comfort, his only response was a growled “Stop it.” Gratefully, the fingers withdrew, but a moment later, something much larger pressed against him.

 

One quick thrust, hard, so hard, and fast, and Bardock was buried fully inside him.

 

Pain. Blinding, searing pain, and Goku screamed. He did not rip or tear, but this in a way was worse. A harsh whisper made him again aware of his surroundings.

 

“Are you ready for your punishment, Kakarott?”

 

A stifled whimper. Another resounding crack.

 

“You realize I have to punish you for sleeping in my bed without my permission. I'll have to punish you more for refusing to answer me.”

 

“P-please, Papa...”

 

“Please punish you? What good manners, Kakarott. So you understand me. Of course.” And that was all the warning he got.

 

Goku screamed again as Bardock started his `punishment,' pounding hard and fast into a body unready and unwilling. His screams gradually softened to harsh whimpers as he became used to the pounding and stroking of his flesh. It was still jarring as every stroke ground him against the hard pallet of the bed. At one point, Bardock hit a spot that caused pleasure to overcome the pain.

 

Bardock heard the strangled moan and felt the body under him arch in pleasure. He immediately changed the angle to avoid hitting that spot again. “Oh, no you don't. This is your punishment, and you will not derive any pleasure from it!” He redoubled his efforts and Goku started screaming again, tears streaming from his eyes.

 

Right when Goku was about to give up, a hand grasped his hip and a final, brutal thrust slammed his thighs into the side of the pallet for the last time as Bardock let out a satisfied groan above him. Goku let out a relieved sigh. It was over. Thank Kami.

 

Bardock shifted and patted Goku encouragingly on the bottom. “I'm very proud of you, Kakarott. You took your punishment well. Perhaps next time you'll think to ask before you go sleeping in strange beds.” He pulled out and used a discarded piece of clothing to clean himself off. He then turned to the doorway. “He's all yours, Radditz.”

 

What?!?! Goku panicked and turned to see his brother approaching him.

 

“My dear, dear brother...” Radditz whispered as he gently lifted Goku and carried him out of their father's room and into his own. He placed him gently on the bed amid the feathers and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and stroking his hair.

 

“My poor brother. Were you crying?” He plucked a tissue from the night stand and gently wiped away the tears. “There, there. I can't say you didn't deserve it, but father can be rather... harsh at times. But it's okay, you're safe with me...” Fingers ran down Goku's throat and chest, moving to tease nipples into tautness, making him gasp with pleasure.

 

“By the Legendary, I can't tell you how long I've wanted you like this, Kakarott...”

 

Wonder and longing filled Radditz's eyes as he placed a hand along his brother's cheek and moved down to nibble at his jaw line. From there, kisses moved down his neck and shoulder to caress collarbone, a tongue down and over to tease one peaked nipple before taking it into a hot mouth and laving it with lips and teeth as well, sucking, licking, biting. Goku whimpered softly in longing when the mouth released his nipple, only to gasp in pleasure as it latched onto the other. Hands stroked sides and stomach and lower, to tickle hipbones and navel. Soft kisses made their way lower, abandoning nipples to seek other treasures. A tongue dipped into his navel and hips shifted to allow mouth access to a half-hard erection. Tongue flicked over the tip, blowing softly before taking it inside and swirling around it.

 

Goku moaned as heat engulfed him. Radditz slowly started taking him deeper, slowly working until his nose tickled soft belly.

 

Soft... He was lying on soft feathers, soft hands tracing patterns over flushed skin as a hot mouth and soft tongue worked over his erection. Everything about Radditz and what he was doing was soft as Bardock was hard. Sharp teeth nipped at him, and he gasped and moaned as teeth and tongue tortured and pleased him. Chichi had done this for him on occasion, but, Dear Kami!, she hadn't been nearly this good...

 

Radditz sped up his pace, and Goku's moans became constant as his hips thrust up to meet the mouth that willingly engulfed him. There was no surprise when a hand came to rest on Radditz's ass, a slick finger teasing his entrance. Radditz moaned and pushed back against the finger, renewing his efforts on the cock before him. Goku's eyes fluttered open at the increased sensation before widening in shock.

 

Vegeta's gaze was fixed on what he was doing, kneeling behind Radditz on the bed. At Goku's sudden lack of noise, he looked up, his intense gaze locking with Goku's startled one. A smirk settled over his features.

 

“Kakarott doesn't sound like he's enjoying this, Radditz... Have you lost your skills?” As he said this, he slid his finger further into Radditz's body.

 

A groan echoed the movement before Goku found himself nearly screaming again, this time in ecstasy, as Radditz renewed his pleasurable attack, employing hands to caress twin spheres and the patch of skin beneath them. Vegeta drove his finger in and out of Radditz's body, slowly adding a second, then a third finger, feeling the elder male's hips push back against them, wanting more.

 

When Goku's moans started to peak, Vegeta suddenly grabbed Radditz by the hair, pulling him up and off Goku into a sitting position, fingers still deliciously in place.

 

Goku made a frustrated growl. Vegeta's timing was impeccably hideous; he had almost achieved release.

 

Radditz moaned as Vegeta's grip on his hair pulled his head back, exposing his throat. He purred as it was licked, kissed, nipped by a clever mouth as talented fingers continued to stroke him.

 

“I want to watch you ride him, pet... I know you want to...” The husky growl sent chills down his spine, and he moaned as fingers were withdrawn. Raven hair was released from an iron grip, and two sets of hazy, hungry eyes fixed themselves on Goku.

 

Radditz again kneeled down to nuzzle Goku's cock before running hands up along his body, kissing and nipping as he went. Lips again found dusky nipples but paused there only briefly before continuing upward, lips finally caressing soft cheek and earlobe.

 

“My dear brother...” he whispered. “I've wanted this... so long...”

 

Goku felt himself positioned against puckered opening before tight, white heat slowly enveloped him. `So good...' was all he could think once Radditz was fully seated. Then Radditz started to move, and Goku didn't think at all. Caressing heat and tightness consumed all thought, and he was left only with exquisite sensation. Raven tresses tickled thighs as hands fisted in similar ebony spikes, breath harsh and panting. Radditz moved over him softly, slowly, as though he were afraid the strongest being in the universe would break under him.

 

The pace was wonderful, wringing pleasure from all facets, but quickly became monotonous as his body soon required more. It was exquisitely, desirably, achingly soft... Too soft. He started thrusting his hips to meet Radditz's but he resisted any change in pace and held Goku's hips down. Quickly becoming frustrated, Goku opened his eyes and snarled at Radditz as he grabbed his brother's hips and slammed into him. Radditz howled in response, baring his teeth and meeting Goku, thrust for thrust, desire and pleasure spiraling higher and tighter as flesh met and parted at a frantic pace, the heartstring of orgasm slowly curling tighter, nearing the breaking point.

 

A stray hand reached around and started stroking Radditz's erection in time with the vicious thrusts. He arched and at the change of angle started howling as Goku hit his prostate again and again, intense pleasure flooding his brain and body. As Radditz neared his orgasm, he raked short, sharp nails down Goku's neck to a nipple and tweaked it.

 

The heartstring snapped.

 

Radditz screamed his orgasm as he coated their stomachs with his seed as Goku echoed him, pulsing within his sheath of tight, now spasming muscle.

 

They collapsed together, thoughts star-scattered. Radditz slowly became aware of someone stroking his back, the hand much too small to be Kakarott's.

 

“Did you have fun, my pet?”

 

A lazy grin was his only reply.

 

“Well, I need you to move so I can give Kakarott the best fuck of his life.”

 

A smirk. “You can try, though I doubt you can top what I just did to him...” He rolled over, off of Goku and melted into the feathers of his bed.

 

Goku was vaguely aware of being picked up and moved, regaining his senses more quickly as he was placed on yet another bed. Dear Kami, again?? But he was so comfortable... The mattress under him was the one he had decided ultimately to nap on, being soft and comfortable, yet still firm and supportive, and the smell... Well, it had gotten stronger, and muskier, the musk mingling with the rich spice and becoming absolutely intoxicating and running straight to his loins. His eyes fluttered open to see Vegeta looking down at him, an amused smirk on his face.

 

“Now you're mine, Kakarott.”

 

A chill ran through Goku's body, and an icicle of fear lanced through him. A hand tangled in his hair before his lips were claimed in a rough, demanding kiss. Lips were sucked, licked and nipped into swollen perfection before being thrust apart by a forceful tongue which tangled with his own, tasting his sweet cavern with a dominating passion. Slowly, the kiss was broken and Goku gazed up at Vegeta longingly, licking his lips absently, collecting all traces of Vegeta's taste from them. That single kiss had lit his body afire, though he had orgasmed only moments before.

 

His lips were again claimed by that demanding mouth, swallowing his attention so he barely noticed the fingers sliding into him. His body was so aroused from the previous play that he needed no preparation, and that blinding, soul-searing kiss was an hour's worth of foreplay all on its own. Lips pressed and yielded, tongues searching exploring, battling for dominance while tasting and devouring. A hand stroked Goku's erection as fingers withdrew and pressed the head of another shaft against him. Lips and hand caressed and distracted so as Vegeta filled and stretched him it only added another dimension to the pleasure Goku felt. Once fully inside, Vegeta paused and moaned, releasing Goku's lips to voice his pleasure before attacking throat and shoulder with kisses and bites.

 

Goku moaned as Vegeta started to move inside of him. His thrusts were slow but firm, comfortable without being agonizing, the bites along his shoulder heightening his pleasure. Soon he was meeting the Prince's slow thrusts with his own as hands wandered over a strong back and firm butt. At this, Vegeta sped up his pace, thrusting harder and deeper, angling—the body under him arched and gave a strangled moan—for that spot.

 

Goku was moaning constantly now, meeting Vegeta's every thrust, the pleasure again coiling tightly in his belly, waiting for release. The strokes were deep, firm, loving, exquisite. Not too hard, not too soft, but Just Right. Vegeta's mind was consumed with the body under him, it writhed and responded to him perfectly, muscles clamping around him during his deepest thrusts, driving him closer to the edge. He redoubled his efforts on Goku's member, stroking firmly, thumb caressing the sensitive underside of the head with every pass. So close... He bit Goku's neck hard while still stroking and thrusting and a resounding scream echoed off the walls as Goku orgasmed, muscles tightening to where Vegeta almost couldn't move, spasming and pulling him into his own orgasm.

 

As breathing finally slowed and sleep overcame them, Vegeta stroked his lover's hair.

 

“So what have you learned today, Kakarott?”

 

Goku grinned. “I learned that I should fall asleep in your bed more often, Vegeta...”

 

“Baka,” Vegeta growled playfully before pulling up the covers and allowing sleep to overtake him, bringing a wonderful end to the day.