Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Intoxicating Spotlight ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Disclaimer: DBZ is property of Akira Toriyama and FUNimation, and i make no money whatsoever for writing from my imagination

A/N: This story is a one shot yaoi (Saiyan banging Saiyan) that contains drug/alcohol use, graphic language, blood, and smut. If any of these themes offend you, hit backspace and return to your search of fanfiction. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.



“Why can’t you be normal, all you do is fight, eat, shit, and then fuck me when you want, do you honestly think I’m happy with how things are?” Chi Chi yells to the top of her lungs.

It takes every single bone in my body to not backhand her, knowing that if I do, half of her face will look like it was hit with a mack truck.

“Chi, I’m sorry that I can’t be your perfect husband. Maybe it’s time that I leave.” I say, staring into fiery black eyes.

She started yelling at me like this all because I had been sparring with Vegeta for about 5 hours and when I walked through the door I said ‘hey Chi, what’s for dinner?’ Am I wrong for doing that?

“Where in the hell would you go Goku, you don’t have any money, you’re an idiot so it’s not like you can actually go out, get a job, and keep one.” She continues screaming.

She sighs deep and goes over to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of brandy. “After 18 years of marriage, you’ve turned me into an alcoholic Goku, this is the only thing that keeps me company.”

She drinks the brandy down straight, and doesn’t even wince from the burning that I know she must feel as it goes down her throat. “You know you’ve never been good in bed, you’ve never even gave me an orgasm, but you know what, it’s ok because I guess now is a good time to let you know…” She stops her bashing of me only to take another gulp of her brandy, and then she continues, “I’m fucking Krillin…” She pauses for a reaction and I feel an uncontrollable amount of anger begin to consume me, however I keep my cool and continue just blankly staring at her, this is obviously not the reaction she was planning on getting and she begins screaming even louder, she storms over to me, and screams in my face, her breath heavy with the stench of alcohol, her spit flying in my face “ Do you fucking hear me Goku, while you are away for half the day sparring with Vegeta, who takes care of his wife, Krillin comes over here and fucks me into complete ecstasy.” She stops and a cruel smile forms on her lips, “You do understand what ecstasy is right, or do I have to give you the definition for it?”

Imagine if all your life, you’ve done the right thing, always thinking of others, doing things that will please everyone else…Well... fuck that, this time, I’m going to do what instinct is telling me and right now I feel like flinging this bitch away from me and that's just what i do …I grab Chi Chi up, who screams for me to let her go and I hurl her out the window.

8 months later…

I know what you’re wondering…So what happened to Chi Chi right?

Well unfortunately, she didn’t die…

That night, Gohan and Videl had been coming over for dinner, and they both seen me fling Chi Chi out the window, so my son had been the one to see to it that she had gotten medical care, while I simply went up the stairs to pack up some clothes. When I had finished, there was an ambulance outside of my house, and from what I had heard from the paramedics, all of Chi Chi’s bones had been broken, and she was unconscious, they were asking Gohan a lot of questions, about what happened, and as my son had been trying to give them answers, as well as get some of his own from me, I took to the sky ignoring everything and headed west to Capsule Corp.

Not knowing how Bulma would respond to the situation, I sought out Vegeta’s energy signal upon arrival. When I found it, I used instant transmission and teleported to where he was, which was in his newborn daughter’s room.

Vegeta was holding little bulla close to his bare chest, rocking her into a peaceful slumber, when I appeared in front him. He was quite startled by my intrusion but he said nothing, he simply put his daughter down into her crib and signaled for me to follow him quietly out of the room. We exited out into the hallway, and I followed him into the living room, he motioned for me to take a seat on the couch and then he went into the kitchen. When he came back he tossed me a can of beer and he sat down in the chair opposite of me.

“The story is already on the news.” He said, turning on the television. Z news top story about a woman who had been trampled on by several dinosaurs appeared on the screen, the only witness to this unusual event was my son, who gave the news reporters well fabricated details about the whole incident. I opened up the can of beer Vegeta had given me and I guzzled the whole thing down in one strong gulp, then I turned to him and asked for something stronger. Vegeta got up and went into the kitchen, meanwhile I turned the channel and searched for something more interesting to watch until he got back.
When Vegeta came back, I took in his appearance for the first time since my arrival, he had on a pair of black sweats, his chest was bear, and his hair was quite tousled, indicating that he might’ve been sleep before he no doubt was woken up by the cries of his daughter. He set a bottle of Vodka down on the table and sat back down, his dark onyx eyes focusing on me as I reached out for the bottle. “So tell me, what really happened Kakarrot.” He demanded the truth from me, he was the one person I could never lie to, Vegeta knew the real me, the Saiyan in me, he knew Kakarrot, not the façade of him that everyone knew as Goku. I sipped on the clear Russian based liquid, as I told him the story, including the fact that I wanted to decapitate Krillin. His husky laughter followed by “that harpy finally got what she deserved.” was his reply.

Vegeta hadn’t told Bulma what really happened, he simply went along with the fabricated version of it and included how traumatizing the whole incident had been for me, and that I needed to stay away from Mount Paoz for awhile. Bulma of course, believed her husband, and gave me the biggest room they had available on the premises.

Does that sate your curiosity?

Now I bet your wondering what I have been doing for these past 8 months…

Well, me and Vegeta had been spending a lot of time together, and I felt like I was a new man. With Vegeta, I knew I could be who I wanted to be, which was not Goku. I wanted to be Kakarrot, the Saiyan in me that had been caged up for 36 years. We sparred together for hours sometimes, and other times, we would find uninhabited islands and just blow them up, which had awoken the Saiyan in me. I never realized how much fun it was to just randomly blow something up, and I began wishing that I could’ve been there with Vegeta in space. Conquering and destroying random planets, watching as people cowered in fear of me.

One day me and Vegeta went to a magnificent island, we decided it would be the perfect place to spar. We fought like the beasts we truly were, slamming each other into trees, breaking the bones of each other’s bodies, making our blood flow from our bruised and battered skin, we wrecked the entire island. The surrounding water clashing violently against the sands of the beach from the force of our brutal assault on each other, and in that moment I found myself to be intoxicated. Drunk off the ferocity of our battle, I craved more, I wanted more blood, more than just Vegeta’s. Without a word, I raced from that place straight to Kame house, the small island of Master Roshi’s where I knew I could find Krillin, the only human that I had even wanted to destroy. Unfortunately, although I had left Vegeta behind, he had always been faster than me, and he caught up with me after a few seconds. I told Vegeta that I was going to kill Krillin and he just looked at me, and before I knew it, the prince hit me in the back of my head with such force that I immediately fell unconscious.

So as you can see, I have slowly been losing my mind.

Also it seemed that due to the fact that me and Vegeta had been spending so much time together, he was neglecting his beautiful wife. Her jealousy began as little sparks, but in a month’s time, had grown into a raging fire, and she was no longer able to keep her cool. One day Bulma approached me while I was in the kitchen eating a sandwich…

“Goku…I know your still in mourning over Chi Chi’s unfortunate incident…but, you can’t keep Vegeta out all night, he has other obligations you know.” She says, putting her hands on her hips.

I continue eating my sandwich and debate whether or not to respond to her comment, after a few moments I decided, why not have some fun?

“Bulma, I’m sure Vegeta is still fucking you, so just relax.” I say standing up to put my plate in the sink.

“Excuse me.” She says getting an attitude.

I smile at her and lean against the countertop, “Do you honestly think that all Vegeta wants to do is see you and that little girl all day? No...I don’t put a gun to his head and threaten to kill him if he doesn’t stay out with me Bulma, he stays on his free will. So be happy, that he is at least fucking you.”

Bulma walks up to me and attempts to slap me in the face but I easily catch her wrist and just when I am about to say something else, Vegeta steps into the kitchen. “I suggest you remove your hand.” His gruff, accentuated voice commands. I automatically release Bulma’s wrist, and she screams to the top of her lungs that I can’t stay here any longer, before storming out of the kitchen. Vegeta’s eyes lock on mine, and I hear a low growl coming from him, knowing that he must’ve heard me. “I...I’m sorry Vegeta.” I say, hoping he isn’t too angry.

“I’m not mad at you Kakarrot,” He walks over to me, a towel wrapped around his waist and water beads running down his chest, “I’m mad at the woman, for being jealous of you.” He goes into the refrigerator and grabs a drink, then turns his gaze toward me, “She can’t understand the bond between two Saiyan warriors.” Then he brings his hand up to my face and cups my chin, “Or the bond between you and me.”

With that he pulls me against his slick body and kisses me, I don’t even hesitate. I greedily suck his lips, running my hands down his back wanting desperately to yank his towel off, Vegeta hands run over both cheeks of my ass, pushing my cock flush against his throbbing erection. We both moan from the feel of rubbing against each other, and his velvety silk tongue slides deep into my mouth, exploring me, he runs his tongue over my fangs and another hard moan escapes me.

When he finally breaks our kiss, he leaves me breathless, and hungry for more. Vegeta smirks, an evil and knowing look comes across his face and he licks his lips, “You are quite dangerous.” He says lustily, I respond with a similar smirk and say “So are you.” Vegeta turns and begins to walk out the kitchen but then stops, he turns back to me and says, “I’m going to buy you an apartment in the city.” And with that the Saiyan prince left.

Since Bulma didn’t want me in the house anymore and Vegeta wasn’t going to let me wander around homeless, he bought me a lovely one bedroom condo in the city. He gave me some money to furnish the place and a little extra money to buy some food and clothes for myself. I asked him how he wanted me to thank him and I only received a devilish grin in response, “You don’t want to know the answer to that.” Ah, but I did. Ever since that erotic kiss in the kitchen, all I kept thinking about was Vegeta. I wanted to do the unthinkable with my prince, the forbidden.

I wanted him to pound my insides with his dick, to suck his cock and I wanted to bite him, to taste his blood. This is what the Saiyan in me was demanding. The funny thing was, this new lust I had for Vegeta seemed to also be for other males. Sometimes walking along the street, I would see very attractive men staring at me, and I would have similar thoughts about them as I was having with Vegeta. So obviously I was curious to have the same sex as mine, in my bed.

One night, I was alone in my new place, and drunk, seeing how drinking had become a new hobby for me. I had been bored out of mind and I decided to go wonder around the street, I put on a pair of jeans and a muscle shirt I had picked up from a store a few hours ago, then I headed out. It was midnight, so a lot of things were closed, but my sensitive hearing picked up on strong base and loud music that seemed to be coming from the opposite direction I was walking in. So I decided to follow my ears, I took to the air and flew around until I found the source of the music, finally I found a building that was painted in all red.

I landed and walked towards the building entrance. On the glass doors was written The Red Spotlight, and I came to the conclusion that it was a club. As I entered the club, two big muscled men came toward me and my guess was that they were bouncers. One of the men said, “What’s your name.” As he pulled out a sheet of paper to check to see if my name was on it, I responded “Kakarrot.”
The other bouncer looked at me and said, “Kakarrot? That’s a weird name.”

I simply smiled at him, and then the other guy said, “Your name isn’t on this list, sorry sir, this is V.I.P only.”

A part of me wanted to just go back home, but the other part…well that was a different story. In response to him I said. “How would you guys like to have an early funeral?” They both got angry at that remark, veins bulging along the skins of their neck. “Who the hell do you think you are!!?” The one who asked me my name shouted, and then he ran towards me, I smirked thinking this is going to be fun.

Handling the two Arnold Schwarzenegger wannabes was a breeze. I knocked them both out with one hard blow to the head, and then stuffed them into a dark corner in the lobby, afterwards I headed through the doors and into the club. The club was filled with smoke, red lights, smells of many different kinds of liquor, half naked women and men. Strippers of both sexes dressed in leather, were in the center stage, doing many different gyrations and dances on the stage floor and also the poles. The music was sensual and erotic, and I watched people of all sorts on the floor dance to it, while watching the erotic strippers.

Suddenly, a beautiful young woman came up to me smiling, she jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, then she kissed me. I was hesitant at first but then I kissed her back. When our tongues touched each other, I felt her push a pill on to mine with the tip of her tongue. Then she jumped off me and smiled, “It’s X baby just swallow.” Then she ran off deeper into the club. “What the fuck is X?!” I yelled out after her, of course not receiving a response. I had to decide if either I was going to swallow the pill or spit it out, but I decided to do as she said and just swallow. After that I headed deeper into the club, and began to hear sexual moans.

As I looked around, I noticed that I had made it to the dance floor and people were grinding hard against each other. Men and women, old and young, women were feeling on other women, while some men had another man pinned against the walls, kissing each other meanwhile moving their bodies to the rhythm. Soon enough I felt a strong hand run up my shirt and settle against my abs, then I felt his hips settle against my ass and he began grinding against me. He ripped my shirt off, and he ran his fingers up to my nipples, rolling them in between his fingers.

I moaned aloud from the sensitivity of it and my body felt as if it was on fire. I felt his tongue lap at my neck, and his other hand ran down my body to my jeans. He rubbed my erection through the fabric and I moaned again, the sensitivity of my body was amazing, and I figured that my reaction had a lot to do with the pill the girl had given me. He unzipped my pants and reached in to grab my hard cock running his hand over every inch of me, I closed my eyes and lean back against him, thrusting my member in and out of his hand, I groaned in pleasure as he squeezed my head, my precum dripping into his fingers. He ran his cupped my chin and kissed me, dipping his tongue in and out of my mouth mimicking sex. Suddenly it dawned on me how familiar his lips felt, I opened my eyes and saw Vegeta’s lust filled impenetrable gaze staring back at me.
“Hello Kakarrot,” He said, a mischievous grin on his lips. He turns me around and wraps his arms around me, while his hand continues its assault on my dick, we kiss again while waves of pleasure wash through me. “Vegeta.” I moan his name hard, and tell him that we can’t do this in public. Even though it is giving me a rush of excitement, having him stroke my cock in front of all these people, I have to draw the line somewhere. “Then where?” He asked, sounding so damn sexy. I grabbed onto him and instantly transported out of there to my apartment.

As soon as we touched the marble floors of my condo, we tore at each other’s clothing, and he slammed me hard up against the wall, he tipped his fingers with ki and raked them down my chest tearing into my skin, I growled and he laughed, and ran his tongue over the fresh wound. “Aye kami, Vegeta.” He lapped the blood up slow, staring directly into my eyes as I watched him. I ran my nails over his head pulling him back up to me and licked his blood stained lips, before sucking them. My hands ran down to his ass and I grinded my hard erection against his own.

I tore his tight leather pants off and I threw him hard, he landed a few feet away on the floor in the living room. I phased out and reappeared on top of him grabbing his hair, I pulled his head back with a growl and sink my fangs down into his throat. “Ah, yes…drink Kakarrot.” Vegeta’s sexual, dark voice urged me on, tasting his sweet blood, I lapped at the wound then kissed further down his tempting body. The drug I had in my system was at full potential, I couldn’t think, I could only feel the sensations of his abs against my tongue, followed by the hard and thick length of arousal filling my hungry mouth.

I swallowed his cock deep in my mouth, hearing his growls and moans, made me more savage. As his precum leaked out of the slit in his head, I bit down into it causing a hard groan from Vegeta. Delectable blood and semen spilled on my lips as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, I sucked him deeper n deeper, digging my nails into his balls, licking the base of his pulsating dick. Vegeta moaned harder, and I knew he was close to coming and I feasted harder on his dick.

He groaned and grabbed my head forcing my mouth down every inch of his cock, then he shot his creamy nut down my throat. I swallowed it all, then he pulled his thick member out my mouth and tackled me backwards, he pried my legs apart, and thrust his wet, slick cock into my ass. I moaned hard, the drug I had been given taking away any pain I might’ve felt from his harsh entry. He plunged into my ass with all his power, banging deep in and out of my hole, he reached down and jerked my dick hard with his strong hand, pumping me into a mind blowing orgasm, he thrusts deeper into me, pulling out, and then sinking his cock back into my hole.

“Kami, you’re so tight.” He says to me in a dark growl, I rake my nails down his back breaking his tender skin, he moans again, and penetrated my hole hard. “Ah Vegeta, fuck I can’t think, shiitt.” I scream out into the air, and I feel my cum shoot up my cock and blow out on to his abs. Pleasure comes in heated waves through my body, and I found myself drifting into darkness.

After that me and Vegeta got together almost every night and fucked like the beasts we were. Sometimes we incorporate a bit of sadism into our sex lives, and sometimes we would go back to that club and suck each other off in the middle of the crowd. I actually started working there, stripping from time to time and Vegeta comes in to watch me when he can get away from Capsule Corp.