Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Laundry Fun - Vegeta Strikes Back! ❯ One-Shot

Author: Murasaki Rose
Email: jianu_dbz@hotmail.com
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Title: Laundry Fun-Vegeta Strikes Back!
Pairing: Goku x Vegeta
Warnings: PWP, lemon in other words: It's all smut baby!
A/N: Sequel to "Shower Fun" but enjoyable on it's own. The idea came to mind as I was sorting out my own laundry.
" " = speech, ' ' = thought, ~ ~ = telepathy

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"Darks . . . .lights . . . darks . . . darks . . . lights . . . ano, doesn't matter . . ." the universe's most powerful warrior mumbled softly as he engaged in battle with his most hated nemesis, laundry. Once a week this heinous task fell to Son Goku. "Fuku no baka*," he growled, tossing one load inside the washer, then sitting mid-air to meditate while he waited for it to finish.

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'Finally!' he thought in relief as the washer spun to a halt for the last time that day. Jumping to his feet, Goku removed the sheets from the machine and tossed them into the basket. Clothing and towels were meant to be dried in the dryer but sheets . . . sheets went outside. There was just something about the smell of sun and wind dried sheets. Tucking the basket under one arm and grabbing the small bucket of clothes pins with the other he headed outside.

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Humming softly to himself, Goku spread the sheets across the line, using pins where they were needed. No matter how much he hated laundry, it couldn't ruin a day as beautiful as this. The sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear, and there was a light breeze blowing about, ruffling Goku's handiwork. Closing his eyes he took in a deep breath, soaking up sunlight, wind tousling his wild ebony spikes. Completely at ease, the large saiya-jin let out a startled yelp as a pair of powerful arms wrapped around him from behind, pinning his arms to his side. Hooking his leg around the larger saiya-jin, Vegeta yanked Goku off his feet and pinned him face-first to the ground.

"Gotcha," he breathed into Goku's ear, his lips brushing the shell before tracing the ridge with his tongue. "You really should know better," the ouji whispered, nipping his squirming mate's neck, "tempting me like that."

"Like what?" Goku asked, still trying to get his arms free or at least turned onto his back.

Vegeta said nothing, instead coiling his tail around one of Goku's arms, freeing up a hand for better things. Grinning like a cat, the prince fisted his hand into the oversized tank top his mate was wearing and ripped it off, ignoring his the other saiya-jin's cry of protest at the loss of yet another shirt. Beginning a downward trail of nips and kisses Vegeta made his way down Goku's back, pausing here and there to swirl his tongue. Beneath him, Goku began purring, the shirt momentarily forgotten, his body relaxed, tail waving contentedly. Sure that his mate wouldn't try to escape, Vegeta slowly released his mate's arms to trail his fingers down Goku's back, stopping at the waistband to his denim shorts. Tensing slightly at the thought of having yet another article of clothing destroyed, the larger saiya-jin was taken off guard by his smaller mate's next move. Amused by Goku's behavior, the ouji chuckled darkly, giving his mate's ass a playful squeeze before slipping his hands underneath the younger man to unbutton his shorts. There was no way in Hell he would damage these shorts, they looked too good on his goofy mate for that. Deciding that he was no longer content to be the submissive, Goku growled and rolled to the side, knocking the wind out of his cocky mate. Wearing a smirk worthy of Vegeta, Goku pinned the ouji to the ground taking note of the prince's startled eyes and bare chest. Vegeta snarled up at Goku, not at all happy with the change in position. Powering up to SSJ, Vegeta knocked the taller saiya-jin flat on his back, securing him with ki bands. Seating himself on his mate's washboard stomach, Vegeta bent down until they were nose to nose. "Now stay put," he ordered, pulling back slowly.

Goku's breath caught at the sight of his golden mate. Bright afternoon sunlight shone down on bronzed skin, giving Vegeta's already golden aura an angelic glow. "Vegeta," he breathed in awe, his eyes misting over.

With a smirk that was anything but angelic, Vegeta slid his hands down Goku's sides, hooking his thumbs into the bands of the larger saiya-jin's shorts and boxers, bringing them down as well. 'Beautiful, and all mine,' Vegeta thought, raking his eyes over his helpless mate spread out beneath him. Capturing Goku's mouth in a soul-searing kiss, Vegeta ran his hands across the broad chest, pinching the taller saiya-jin's nipples lightly. Goku moaned into Vegeta's mouth arching up to press his body against his ouji's. Pulling away from his eager mate's mouth, the ouji forestalled any protest the larger saiya-jin may have made by stroking his tail.

"`Geeeetaaa," Goku moaned writhing enticingly under his prince's touch. Chuckling darkly, the smaller saiya-jin pressed two fingers to Goku's lips signaling the end to his torture, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his mate enthusiastically wetting the digits. Pulling them away he swiftly moved to prepare the brawny warrior, all of Kakarott's writhing and moaning had not gone without effect. His jeans had become far too restrictive, it was time to move on.

Whimpering at the loss of his ouji's touch, Goku reached out to capture his mate's waist with his tail, tugging him close again, dark eyes snapping open at the sensation of smooth skin instead of rough denim. Vegeta smirked down at him, lifting the taller saiya-jin's legs over his shoulders, ~Ai shiteru, Kakarott,~ he sent, plunging himself to the hilt within his mate. Both males hissed in pleasure at the feel of it. For Goku it was the wondrous sensation of being filled by his prince, for Vegeta the amazing feel of the other saiya-jin's sheath clenching him almost painfully tight, and then he began to move. Thrusting slow and deep into Goku's heat, the dark prince groaned in pleasure, it was too much!

Goku mewed and cried helplessly, Vegeta was going too slow! "Harder," he urged, squeezing the ouji's waist with his tail, his chiseled arms flexing in their bonds in desperation.

"As you wish," he purred, gently stroking his mate's cheek with his tail. Goku moaned again as Vegeta removed his tail, his onyx eyes opening in time to see the smaller saiya-jin wearing a feral smile. Gripping his hips tightly Vegeta began to thrust brutally into the brawny warrior, forcing Goku's eyes to shut once more as he arched against his mate. Growling possessively, Vegeta pounded Goku mercilessly, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. He could feel the end nearing and coiling his tail around Goku's erection, stroked his mate into a frenzy.

Goku couldn't take it any more, his body arched, his tail lashed wildly and with a passionate howl, the gentle saiya-jin announced his climax to the world. Above him, Vegeta stiffened and Goku felt his prince's fulfillment shooting deep within him. Pulling out of the tall saiya-jin, Vegeta collapsed by his side, his hair fading back to it's natural black. Dissipating the ki bands, the dark prince pulled Goku into his arms, nuzzling his mate and purring contentedly. Goku smiled and purred as well, coiling his tail with Vegeta's before drifting off.

Just before he joined his mate in slumber a soft voice whispered in the ouji's mind, ~Aishiteru Vegeta~

April 30, 2003

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*~stupid clothes

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Disclaimer: Here we go. I do not own any of the characters from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation, and Funimation Inc. However, all the other characters in my stories are mine. I'm not making any money off of this, its just for fun. And to top it off I'm a college student who works part-time at Wal-Mart so you know I don't have any money. So if you sue me you won't get anything.