Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ House With Contents ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

Warning: NC-17, YAOI, and Lemony bondage.

Disclaimer: Needless to say, I am the owner of nothing so don't sue. This second chapter was inspired by a short story appropriately titled House With Contents by Michael Crawley. I don't own that either, but I admire it. It doesn't really follow that story; the concept just served as the muse. Please be lenient toward any grammar or spelling mistakes that you find, I try...but I'm not perfect. Also, this is my second published fanfic, so if you have some constructive criticism to help me improve, it would be so greatly appreciated. Anyway...on with the story.

Dedicated to Manawolf for editing and betaing this for me. Thank you so much, your insightful constructive comments and edits helped me more than you can possibly know.

Last Time: "I guess the screams and savage growling we heard wasn't someone being attacked by a wild animal...unless, of course, you classify our resident Saiyan lovers as wild animals." Bulma commented to one of her employees.

The two jumped up at the sound of her voice. Apparently they had not gone as far away from Capsule Corp. as they'd thought. They realized that they had been performing for Bulma, Dr. Briefs, and half of the Capsule Corp. night crew.

"Glad to see that you two have finally taken notice of us." She said, barely able to contain her amusement.

For the third time that night, Vegeta grunted and Goku blushed fiercely.

/End Flashback/

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Chapter 2

Goku was broken from his memories by the sound of Vegeta's voice.

"Come on Kakarrot, we don't have all day," he said impatiently.

Goku shook his head as if coming out of a daze. He flashed his famous grin and said, "Sorry 'Geta. Just daydreaming."

They resumed flying toward their destination. They were going to look at a house on the outskirts of West City. Vegeta had spoken to their real estate agent about the house two days prior, and she had assured them that this one would certainly fit their needs. Goku sure hoped so. He was growing weary from this task, and just wished for it to be over. He looked over at Vegeta, flying next to him. Something struck him as peculiar. The Ouji had been apathetic about viewing any of the previous homes, but he actually seemed eager to view this one. 'Oh well, he's probably just ready to get this over with like me. I'm about ready to settle for anything.'

They flew toward the coordinates that the agent had given them over the phone. They had just left the city limits and were flying over a dense forest about 30 miles north of West City.

"Vegeta, are you sure that we're going the right way? I mean...there's nothing out here but forests. I don't see any houses around."

"Yes, Kakarrot, just be patient. She said it was quite a distance from the city limits."

They continued flying, the lush green foliage rapidly passing underneath. The area was very hilly. In many places the forest floor seemed to just drop off, creating some rather rocky precipices. It was in such an area that they came upon a rather extensive clearing. It was a large valley of sorts, surrounded on all sides by luminous rocky bluffs. The valley was silent except for the sound of water running down some of the rock faces and a few animals in the area. 'Breathtaking' was the word that simultaneously entered the couple's mind as they viewed the abundant variety of flora and fauna that dotted the landscape.

Directly in the center of the open valley was an impressive brick manor. The browns and tans of the brick gave it a warm homey feel. The mid-afternoon sun was reflected brightly by the two prominent octagonal bay windows that spanned both floors. The beautifully arched entryway led to two sets of double French doors. A waist-high brick wall, with wrought iron ornamentation, surrounded the house separating the well-manicured lawn area from the unkempt, natural remainder of the property. From the exterior they could tell that the home truly was magnificent.

They landed at the end of the cobblestone walkway that led to the front of the house and inspected the various aspects of the front yard, commenting on how beautiful the house was. Vegeta watched his mate's reaction to the house from the corner of his eye. So far this one was nothing like the other's they had viewed. He was hopeful that his mate would approve, because he really was growing weary of this task.

"Man, this place sure is beautiful!" Goku said in awe of his surroundings. "It's far enough away from other people, so that we could spar without hurting anyone, and we would have plenty of privacy. Hopefully the inside is as perfect as the outside," Goku noted.

He continued to make approving remarks as they walked up the pathway. The sweet, intoxicating scent of wildflowers and the tranquil sound of rushing water met their senses as they passed a lush garden with a stone fountain.

Vegeta was also very impressed, although he didn't openly show his enthusiasm like his mate. The Ouji had an optimistic feeling that this would be the end of their search.

Goku stopped at the front door, peering in to get a better look. He extended his senses in a 360 degree ki sweep of the area to see it the real estate agent was close. "I guess Ms. Maruta is running a little late. But she'll probably be here soon," he mused, referring to the real estate agent. He took a seat on one of the porch chairs, prepared to await the arrival of their tardy agent. Vegeta, however, was not so patient. He walked up to the door and tried the handle. Oddly, it was unlocked. He pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

Goku followed him, a little apprehensively. "Shouldn't we wait for Ms. Maruta?"

"We're just going to look around while we wait." He stated coolly. "Why don't we start at the top, and work our way down."

Goku gave him a wary look, but followed the Ouji's lead. He stood in awe of the sheer beauty of the interior. Much of the home's furnishings still remained, making it feel as if he could just start living there right away. Most appeared to be basic, but there were a few pieces that were extraordinary. "I wonder why all this stuff is still here," Goku said, as they made their way through the upstairs bedrooms.

"The agent said that the listing was 'with contents,'" Vegeta said, examining some of the furnishings.

"Oh," was the reply.

After a thorough tour of the upstairs, they moved to the first floor. It, like the second, was spacious with some furniture remaining. If Goku didn't know better, he would have sworn that every room from the spacious living room, to the gourmet kitchen was custom designed for them. There was even an Olympic-sized swimming pool in the back, and swimming was one of his favorite pastimes. Ultimately, the house and surrounding grounds seemed to be a perfect match with their needs. After touring the first floor, they walked back into the breakfast room.

"She also said that there was a fully furnished basement. Lets see what's down there," Vegeta said, pointing to a lushly carpeted stairwell off from the main hallway. The prince descended the stairs, followed closely by his mate. They stepped down into a room that was almost completely dark save for a tiny sliver of light that seemed to emanate from under a door in the far corner of the room.

Vegeta searched briefly for the light switch. Suddenly the room was filled with dim florescent light. The room was fully furnished with comfortable leather couches, a pool table, a home theatre system, and a mini-bar. The luxuriant cream carpet flowed into the room, muffling the sound of their steps. The walls were paneled in beautiful honey brown wood. He could just imagine spending a warm, cozy evening cuddled up with his mate watching TV and eating popcorn. "This is very nice. A rec room," Goku said, not noticing the amusement that flashed across Vegeta's features.

'Leave it to Kakarrot to state the obvious.'

Goku looked over toward the far corner where the sliver of light had been coming from. A slightly confused frown marred his features. He fully expected to see a door, but was surprised to instead find several bookcases, made of the same wood as the paneling, lining part of the wall.

"That's odd," he said, turning to Vegeta who was examining the media center.

"Hm, What's odd Kakarrot?" he said, turning slightly in Goku's direction.

"You would expect this room to be much bigger than this. It's less than half the size of the floors above," Goku observed. "I would have expected there to be more to this floor."

Vegeta smiled faintly at his mate's acuity. That had also been his thought when he first entered this room. He knew that Goku was extremely perceptive most of the time. Rarely did anything get past him. He had always known that the other warrior was not as shallow as others seemed to think. Vegeta just stood to the side of the room, waiting for Goku to finish his inspection.

'Why would there be light coming from back there?' Goku thought.

Goku padded across the soft carpet to where the bookshelves lined the wall. There was just something strange about them, almost familiar. He thumbed through a few of the old leather bound books lining the shelf, but replaced them after deducing that there was nothing odd about them. He stepped back to the wall by the door and flipped the light switch off. The room was shrouded in almost complete darkness, with the exception of that sliver of light coming from behind the bookshelves. Suddenly it clicked in his brain. He had once seen an old movie, where there was a secret passage behind the bookshelf. "That's the only logical explanation," he said aloud, flipping the lights back on.

"What are you talking about?" Vegeta asked, stalking toward him.

Goku moved back over toward the bookshelf and began feeling around the sides.

"What are you doing?"

"I think there's a…" his fingers came into contact with a cool metal latch. "Found it!" he said while unhooking the latch.

"Found what?" Vegeta said, trying to hide his 'cat-ate-the-canary' smirk.

Goku didn't respond. He was too excited about finding a secret passage. The bookshelves were indeed on hinges, and they swung out into the room. Goku smiled brightly. "I knew there was something odd about these bookshelves!" They stepped through the entryway and into a connecting room. It wasn't a passage at all, but a secret doorway.

The hidden room was about the same size as the adjoining room, but it was decorated completely differently. The natural gray stone floor and matching slate gray walls were a startling contrast to its counterpart. The feeling of warmth that emanated from the first room was not duplicated here. As with the other room, there were only two small windows along the ceiling, but they were covered by thick black shades that completely blocked out the sunlight. The ceiling was relatively low, compared to the other rooms. Exposed wooden support beams ran the length of the room, and several stainless steel armoire-style cabinets with drawers lined the short wall to the left of the entrance. A lone incandescent bulb hung from mid-ceiling, casting shadows across the room, and reflecting of the various metallic objects in the room.

There were a number of apparatus lining the walls and standing in the middle of the floor. At first glance it appeared to be an exercise room. But upon further inspection, it was evident that the equipment was different from normal exercise equipment. Goku looked around the room. He had no idea what the majority of the equipment could possibly be used for. He had seen the exercise room at Capsule Corp., but this was hardly anything like that.

"What is this? Some sort of exercise room?" he pondered, not having a clue as to what most of this strange equipment could be used for. "I'd prefer to exercise outside, rather than in this little room." He stated sincerely.

Vegeta was almost in tears. He was holding his breath, trying desperately not to laugh.

Goku looked at him with a frown on his face. "Nani?"

He couldn't hold his laughter any longer. He was genuinely amused by his mate's inexperience. "Baka." He snorted. "Why would there be an exercise room behind a secret passage? Apparently this equipment is used for other…" he almost choked with laughter, "…things."

"…" Goku had a completely confused look on his face.

Vegeta was still laughing. 'Perceptive he may be, but he's also extremely naïve.'

"Other things..." Goku scratched the back of his head. "Like what?"

Just as abruptly as it started, Vegeta's laughter stopped. His smile was replaced with a sexy smirk, eyes drooping to half-lidded. "I'd be very happy to show you what this equipment is used for." He said in a deep sultry voice.

Goku caught the mischievous glint in his Ouji's eye. That was the only warning he received before Vegeta grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a forceful, passionate kiss. It took Goku a moment to register his lover's actions, but he was quick to catch on. He wrapped his arms around Vegeta, reciprocating the kiss with the same ferocity.

Their tongues met in a frenzied battle for dominance; each one savoring the sweet taste of their mate's mouth. A deep throaty purr echoed off the walls, and it was impossible to tell whom it was coming from. After long moments, they broke from the kiss panting, each man trying to fill his oxygen-starved lungs. Vegeta looked up into his mate's smiling face noting the desire as well as the confusion evidently splattered across his features. One minute Vegeta had been talking about demonstrating exercise equipment the next he was passionately kissing him. Vegeta's deep voice interrupted his thoughts before he could form a question about his Ouji's strange behavior.

"Strip."

Goku's breath caught in his throat. He swallowed audibly and said, "Nani!?!"

"I said, strip. And I mean completely."

His confusion increased visibly. 'Wait a minute. First its exercise equipment, then it's kissing.' A brief smile flashed across his face. 'Now he's demanding that I strip. What am I missing? Strange Exercise Equipment…Kiss…Strip.' He mulled it over in his head for a few moments.

Vegeta amusedly watched his lover. Abruptly, as if someone had flipped a switch, comprehension set in. Goku's eyes widen as he surveyed the room once more. Naughty images of what some of this stuff was used for filled his head. He could feel his temperature rise as his face burned red with embarrassment and his lack of perception of the situation. He'd never had any experience with this sort of thing, other than the magazines that he ran across at Master Roshi's house. Even then, it was only the occasional accidental glance when Master Roshi would leave them lying around. Now here he was face to face with his much more experienced mate and a room full of bondage equipment.

He refocused his attention on the prince and caught sight of the devious smirk plastered on Vegeta's face. He had seen it before, many times. It always meant that he was in for one hell of a ride... Not that he was complaining.

Goku swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "Uh, 'Geta. What exactly do you have in mind?"

Vegeta took a step toward him and twisted his hand in Goku's shirt. In a low, seductive voice he murmured, "You'll never find out if you keep these on." And with that, he ripped Goku's shirt off his body. "If you don't want to lose any more clothes the hard way, I suggest you remove them as I instructed."

Goku shivered from the feel of the cool air on his skin. He quickly slid off the remainder of his clothes and deposited them in a pile at his feet. The prospect of flying home nude was really not all that appealing to him.

Vegeta grabbed his mate's wrist and led him to a wooden chair near the center of the room. It looked like an ordinary straight-back chair, but it had silver metal handcuffs attached to the back, slightly above the seat. He pushed the taller warrior down into the chair and leaned forward so that his mouth was right next to Goku's ear.

"If you cooperate, this will be much easier on you," he whispered, giving the startled man's ear a teasing lick.

Vegeta moved around to the back of the chair. "Put your hands behind your back." Goku obeyed. The smaller Saiyan grabbed his mate's wrists and secured them with the restraints. "Now Kakarrot, I assume that you will show some restraint and not break these." Goku nodded his head, still trying to get a grasp of everything that was about to happen. He was feeling a little anxious about what was going on, never having been in this type of situation.

"Good," was Vegeta's parting comment as he walked over to one of the metal cabinets. Goku couldn't see what his mate was doing, since the chair was facing in the opposite direction. But he could hear the sound of metal against metal as the drawer was pulled out. Vegeta rummaged around in the drawer and retrieved several items of interest. He walked back over and stood behind his mate, holding a piece of soft black material in his hands. He quickly secured it over the other warrior's eyes causing the unsuspecting Saiyan to flinch in response. Vegeta felt his mate's anticipation. He knew that Goku was completely inexperienced in this particular brand of recreation.

Moving closer to his captive, Vegeta leaned forward and started nibbling at the back of Goku's neck. Goku couldn't suppress the moan that escaped from his slightly parted lips. He could feel Vegeta's teeth nipping their way across his shoulder blade, causing shivers. Slowly his apprehension was being taken over by sheer desire. Vegeta wrapped his fingers around Goku's biceps and trailed his hands up and down Goku's restrained arms, finally resting at his wrists. Goku felt his fingers linger for a moment before he moved his hand away. A moment later, two small bands of warm metal encircled his wrists, replacing Vegeta's fingers.

'Is that another set of handcuffs?' He wondered as a strange sensation washed over him, finally settling in the pit of his stomach. It felt almost like butterflies fluttering rapidly. He knew that he was a bit nervous, but this was ridiculous. Suddenly, Vegeta's ki dropped to an undetectable level. He couldn't sense the man that was standing next to him. Panic suddenly gripped his heart. "Vegeta...what's going on? Why has your ki dropped so low? Why can't I sense you?"

He heard his Ouji's chuckle. "Baka...My ki is at a normal level. You can't sense me because it's your ki that has dropped."

Goku suddenly knew that the second set of handcuffs weren't handcuffs at all. They were... "K… ki restraint bands!?!" he yelped in shock.

"Well…I wanted to ensure your full cooperation." Goku may not have been able to see his mate, but he didn't need sight to sense the smirk in Vegeta's voice.

He strained against the handcuffs, testing the effectiveness of the ki suppressors. The only thing he succeeded in doing was losing his breath and breaking out into a light sweat. The handcuffs wouldn't budge. While he did trust his mate, implicitly, the feeling of being completely helpless unnerved him. Past history with the fiery Saiyan intent on his destruction rose unbidden to mind, and while he just as quickly banished the irrational fears, he was still more than a little frightened at the pure vulnerability of this situation.

"Do you just carry those things around with you?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm always prepared, Kakarrot."

"Nani!?!"

Vegeta pressed his lips to Goku's, breaking off the interrogation. After a few tense moments, Goku instinctively opened his mouth and let his Ouji slide his tongue in. All uncertainties left him upon tasting the sweetness that was Vegeta. A deep rumbling purr issued forth from his well-defined chest. Suddenly another thought filled the captive Saiyan's head.

"Wait," he gasped, pulling his head away and breaking the kiss. He was panting, trying to catch his breath. "What about the agent?"

"What about her," Vegeta smirked, kissing his way down Goku's chest to his navel.

"I really don't want to be caught in the act again," he said, referring to the night at Capsule Corp. several weeks ago.

"You worry too much. We have all the time we need," Vegeta declared in-between kissing and licking his way down Goku's washboard stomach.

"What do you mean?"

"Kakarrot, stop worrying, and be quiet. I really don't like talking while I'm fucking. I'll gag you if I have to," he threatened.

Vegeta settled to his knees in front of the chair. He was now eye level with Goku's, thus far neglected, erection. Grabbing the base of the shaft in one hand, he began tracing lazy circles around the tip with his tongue. The delicious salty taste of the pre-cum that had formed was like an aphrodisiac. He licked Goku's manhood from the tip to the base, and back up again, slowly tormenting his lover. After savoring the taste and feel of the smooth hot flesh on his tongue, he took the head in his mouth. He sucked gently, still swirling his tongue around the tip, trying to coax more of the sweet nectar from his lover.

Goku sucked in a breath at the first sensation of his lover's tongue playing with his penis. His head lolled back and a low needy moan escaped his slightly parted lips. Vegeta was teasing him and he wanted so desperately to speed things up. He bucked his hips up off the chair, trying to make his Ouji take in his entire erection. But Vegeta just gripped his hips and held them down to the chair. "Please, Vegeta, stop teasing me," he pleaded.

However, Vegeta was not easily swayed. He just continued to move at his own agonizingly slow pace. Goku tugged at his bound hands again, trying to break the bonds that he had promised earlier not to break. But it was of no use. He was forced to sit there and suffer his Ouji's torment.

The smaller warrior glanced up at his lover's reaction through half-lidded eyes. He knew that he was playing dirty, but that was half the fun! Goku's moans and pleas were so sweet to his ears that it took all of his will power not to just succumb. He was determined to play this game out to the very end.

He gave the member a few more teasing sucks before he slid down on it, taking it in his mouth to the hilt. He could feel it pressing past the back of his throat, almost choking him, before he began bobbing his head up and down rapidly, fervently sucking his mate's erection. Goku's hips jerked off the chair again, breaking free of the Ouji's grip. Vegeta grabbed him again and pressed him down in the chair with more force than before. He continued sucking Goku, bringing him closer and closer to the brink.

Goku was thrashing about wildly in the chair, moaning Vegeta's name like a mantra that would help accelerate him to ecstasy. Just as he was about to reach the brink, Vegeta pulled away, leaving him utterly unsatisfied. Goku began to protest, when he felt his Ouji move around behind him. Vegeta quickly unlocked the chair's silver cuffs allowing his hands to fall freely to his sides. Only the ki suppression bands remained, one encircling each of his wrists.

"Stand up," he commanded imperiously, brooking no argument. Goku slowly rose from the chair, swaying slightly from dizziness. He quickly regained his balance and felt Vegeta grab his bicep. He was pulled toward another part of the room, still unable to see. He felt Vegeta's hands grip his shoulders and push him onto the floor in a kneeling position. Vegeta grabbed the back of Goku's head and pulled it toward him. His own neglected erection was rock hard and throbbing with need.

Goku felt his head being pulled toward Vegeta. "Open up," he heard the Ouji say as he felt his lips come in contact with Vegeta's manhood. He happily obeyed, eagerly craving to taste Vegeta.

Vegeta slowly slid himself into Goku's hot, wet mouth. Goku grabbed his hips and bobbed his head back and forth, taking Vegeta deep into his mouth. He applied a forceful sucking motion, causing the Ouji to moan in pleasure. He could already taste Vegeta's pre-cum, and it made him want to suck even harder.

Small noises escaped from Vegeta's throat as he felt himself being drawn toward the edge of rapture. He didn't want to cum that way, so he forced his mate to slow down a bit. "Do a good job, Kakarrot," he said. "This is as much for your benefit…as mine."

Goku's attentions slacked, remembering that he had said nearly those exact words to Vegeta only a few weeks prior. He smiled around the Ouji's erection and gave it a few more sucks, and then pulled himself back.

"So…you think I'm prepared enough already. Very well then," Vegeta said, while assisting Goku to his feet.

"I guess so," Goku chuckled in amusement; more of his own words were being thrown back at him.

Vegeta glanced around the room at the selection of 'toys' he could use next. There were so many to choose from. His eyes settled on something in the corner.

'Perfect.' He thought.

He placed his hands on Goku's chiseled chest, stopping to savor the feel for a brief moment. Then he pushed Goku back until his legs hit a solid object.

If Goku could have seen it, he would have noted that it looked similar to a weight lifting bench, but it was wider and it stood as high as an average height person's thighs. It was pushed up to a wall were four silver chains with an adjustable leather strap on the end of each, were attached. Two were slightly longer than the other two. Vegeta applied a little more pressure to the taller warrior's chest, forcing him to sit on the bench. The Ouji pushed him down further until he was lying prone across the bench, his legs dangling off the end.

He placed Goku's arms above his head and fastened the two short chains around his wrists. Then he pulled Goku's hips down to the end and grabbed his thighs pushing them back up to his chest. When he was lying with his legs drawn up, Vegeta took one of the long chains and fastened the strap around one of Goku's knees. He adjusted it so that Goku would not be able to lower his leg. He then fastened the other leg in a similar fashion. The position made Goku feel completely exposed to his lover, and basically, he was.

The Ouji moved back to the end of the bench and positioned his still wet member at Goku's entrance. He grabbed his lover's hips and without warning, he thrust his hips forward burying his arousal completely in Goku's body. Goku's scream of pleasure and pain reverberated off the walls of the room. Vegeta knew his lover's body well, and hit his pleasure spot on the first try.

Pants and moans of pleasure filled the air as Vegeta continued to rapidly thrust in and out of his mate's tight entrance. Sweat created a glistening sheen on Goku's body. He pulled at his bonds, wanting greatly to participate. He was screaming Vegeta's name over and over, almost in time with the Ouji's forceful thrusts. He had never experienced anything this erotic before. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that he couldn't see, or the invigorating thrill of being essentially powerless, and at his egotistical lover's mercy, or being completely unable to participate, surrendering all ability to do anything but simply receive... Whatever it was, he didn't care. He just didn't want it to ever stop.

Vegeta was feeling much the same way. He was gaining quite a thrill from dominating Kakarrot. This was a new experience for him and he was reveling in it. Never before had he received so much physical pleasure. It was as much a sexual trip as it was an ego trip, and the combination was exhilarating like nothing else. He slid one of his hands up to Goku's chest, mercilessly stroking each of his nipples in turn to hardness. Goku arched his back up off the bench, trying to get more contact with the Ouji's hand. His ignored erection waved around in the air, begging for attention.

"Please Ouji," he begged again, fueling Vegeta's ego trip.

"Tell me what you want, Kakarrot," he panted, still thrusting in and out of his tight heat.

Goku just whimpered in response, struggling against the sensations of being fucked to concentrate on forming words. Vegeta placed one finger on the tip of Goku's erection and smeared the tiny drops of pre-cum around the head teasingly. "Tell me, or I'll stop," he threatened, loving every moment of his domination. To be so completely in control of Kakarrot, as he writhed wantonly underneath him, aching and jumping at his every movement, to hear him beg… beg for no one but him…

Goku couldn't take it any longer. "I want you to stroke me…make me cum!" he gasped pleadingly.

Vegeta wrapped his fist around Goku's straining erection and pumped it frantically in time with his own thrusting. Their twin groans of ecstasy mingled filling the air with the sound of passion. Vegeta was adamantly and stoically holding out for his lover's release, wanting to hear the man calling his name in the height of passion.

He wasn't disappointed. Goku's erection erupted, sending a surge of hot cum all over Vegeta's hand and their abdomens. Every muscle in his body contracted as he screamed Vegeta's name. That's all the Ouji was waiting for. He thrust passionately a few more times before erupting deep in his lover's body, claiming his very core once again.

Then the mind-blowing experience faded to a reality of over-tensed muscles and heaving lungs, and Vegeta's knees threatened to give out. He gripped the bench on either side of Goku, trying to steady himself. Pants and gasps for air was all that could be heard, their own breathing loud in their ears as they recovered.

They stayed in that position for several stunned moments before Vegeta regained his composure.

Vegeta unhooked the restraints around Goku's ankles and wrist. Then he removed the ki suppression bands. Goku could feel his strength slowly returning to him. He sat up, removing his own blindfold, and blinked several times allowing his eyes to readjust to the light. "Damn 'Geta…" he panted. "That was intense."

Vegeta just grunted in agreement.

Several minutes passed in amiable silence before anyone spoke again. "Vegeta...why do you have these ki suppression straps?" he asked, picking them up from the table next to them. "You don't really just carry them around waiting for a chance to use them on me…do you?"

Vegeta smirked. "Actually…I brought these here yesterday."

"You knew about this place!?! How?"

"Well," Vegeta started, still wearing his infamous smirk, "…the agent called me and told me about this house several days ago. But I don't think she knew about this part of the house. Anyway, you were visiting your brats so I decided to come and see whether it would be worth dragging you out here or not."

"Hmm. Aren't you sneaky? You had all this planned for me. Is Ms. Maruta even meeting us here today?"

Vegeta shook his head. "No, she won't be coming. Anyway, how do you like the house?" He inquired amusedly.

"I'm sure I could get used to it." He smiled.

"Good, because I bought it yesterday."

Goku chuckled. "You're full of surprises, aren't you koi?"

"Always." He smirked.

Goku returned his smirk with one more mischievous. "Well…so am I!" he declared, pouncing upon his off-guard mate and snapping the ki suppression devices on Vegeta's wrists before the smaller Saiyan could react. The prince yelped in alarm and jumped back, but the battle was over before it began as Goku easily caught him and trapped him close.

"My turn," he purred, eyes alight with the possibilities of a room full of toys and a helpless Saiyan prince, who was just beginning to realize exactly what he had gotten himself into.

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End (Part 2/2)

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