Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Progress of a Prince ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter five

Kakarot felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness for hours. Pain continued to rip through his body, and when that hit, he had to fall out of the conscious world.

When he started to hold onto consciousness, he noticed how hot his body was, and a strong tingling through his limbs, and his genital region. He could feel the throbbing of the arousal that he didn't understand.

As a smell hit his nose, he felt the throbbing increase. His breath caught in his throat.

No, not already.

Not now.

Kakarot opened his eyes, looking over at where Vegeta and Bulma were sitting, watching him closely. He heard the steady beep of the heart monitor, and noticed that he'd been hooked up to IV fluids.

Ugh, he really hated needles.

Kakarot tried to identify the wonderful scent that was overwhelming his nose, but couldn't. He'd never smelled anything so feral and woodsy, but also sweet. He could get lost in it.

Another hard throb pounded through his lower half, causing him to groan in annoyance. He wouldn't give in.

If he gave in, it would be week. He could fight this. It was simple.

He tried to suppress the hot flashes running through his veins, but he couldn't.

"Are you finally awake, Kakarot?" Vegeta's voice echoed in the room. Kakarot looked over the the prince, sitting with his elbows propped on his knees. Kakarot had never seen the prince look so beautiful. His muscles were obvious through his spandex clothes, and it made Kakarot's pants feel even tighter.

Wait, where were his pants? Surely he hadn't taken them off.

Vegeta walked over to Kakarot, pulling the monitor off his finger, and watching the younger Saiyan realize that the heavenly musky scent he was surrounded by was the natural musk of the prince. His eyes grew wide and he shook his head slowly.

"Don't you dare panic on me." Vegeta said, feeling a bit harsh.

"I'm not, I'm calm." Kakarot's throat was extremely sore from the screams that had racked his body hours before. He felt like he'd swallowed nails, and sounded like it too.

"You're lying." Vegeta's gaze moved to the bulge under the blanket at the boy's waist. Kakarot, immediately noticing, rolled to the side to hide it, but still facing Vegeta. "You shouldn't be ashamed, boy."

Kakarot looked up at him, his entire body reigniting with this uncontrollable fire.

Vegeta's patience was quickly waning. "You need to bathe. You're covered in blood."

Kakarot swallowed hard. "Yes, sir."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Go on, we'll discuss things when you're finished."

Kakarot nodded, pulling the blankets around his body so he could cover himself. Vegeta tugged the IV out of his arm and watched as the boy stumbled to the bathroom. His new tail threw off his balance.

The door closed and Kakarot turned on the cold water at full blast. He had to cool himself down.

Vegeta looked over at Bulma. "I believe he's fine now. If you wish to return home, you may."

Bulma nodded. "I'll be in touch. Remember everything I told you. Don't fuck it up."

"I'm a prince! I will not fuck it up!" Vegeta bit at her.

Bulma chuckled. "Okay, you remember that."

Bulma disappeared from the room and Vegeta called in a servant to change the sheets on Kakarot's bed. The whole room already smelled like blood.

The servant changed the sheets and picked up the bloody towels, watching the prince with a horrified expression. What had the prince done to his concubine?

Kakarot left the bathroom with a towel around his waist and his new tail waving awkwardly behind him. It sent his musk all around the room, forcing the prince's own body to stand at attention.

The woman had been right. He'd brought Kakarot home with him for one reason. He'd been attracted to the man since his pity strikken heart had twisted at the sight of the cowering boy.

He suddenly felt a huge weight on his shoulders. He couldn't screw this up.

Kakarot felt no better after his shower, and he was painfully aroused, but refused to acknowledge the traitorous organ.

He grabbed his clothing and went back to the bathroom to change.

Even pulling up the pants he wore was difficult. Just slightly brushing the organ made it agonizingly painful.

How could this be so bad?

Kakarot groaned and scratched at his head angrily. "Why, why? WHY?" His heart rate picked and and he ground his teeth, hoping by some miracle that this torture would cease. He didn't want to have sex. He just didn't! Why does his body want it?

"Kakarot, you cannot hide in the bathroom forever." Vegeta said, opening the door. Vegeta's body was magnificent, and Kakarot's body burned at the sight of him. The scent that overwhelmed his senses made it impossible to ignore Vegeta's presence.

Kakarot dropped to his knees in front of the prince. "How do I make it stop?"

Vegeta's nostiles were filled with the scent of Kakarot's arousal... and his fear. It made his heart twist. Maybe Bulma was right.

"Stand up, Kakarot. I don't want you groveling at my feet." Vegeta said, walking toward the beds again.

Kakarot watched as he walked. He couldn't fight the heat erupting through him anymore.

He scrambled to his feet, walking to where Vegeta was resting on the edge of his bed. Kakarot tried to fight every instinct. Vegeta was probably going to bring in some servant to try to get Kakarot to do all the things he hated so much.

Kakarot went to lay on his own bed, trying to avoid the inevitable.

Vegeta sighed. "So, tell me something, Kakarot."

He looked over to his master. Vegeta stood and walked over to him.

"Do you trust me?" Vegeta asked. His breath brushed across Kakarot's face, making all of his muscles tense.

He swallowed. "I don't want some random person, Vegeta. I know that's what you think is best, but I can't." Fear singed his nerves and he immediately noticed his informal confrontation of his master.

Vegeta chuckled. "Listen to me, Kakarot. I'm not bringing in some random servant."

Kakarot tensed even further. "What are you talking about?"

Vegeta smiled at him. "Just lay back and relax, Kakarot."

The slave's eyes widened. "No, no, no, no." His breathing became labored. "Vegeta, please, tell me what to do."

"I'll take care of everything." Vegeta said, taking off his boots and his armor. He was clad only in his blue spandex bodysuit and his gloves, but the gloves were quickly removed.

"It's not your responsibility." Kakarot said, pulling his blanket up around his burning body.

A dark chuckle filled the room. It sent shock waves directly to Kakarot's groin.

"You see, Kakarot, I was made aware of how much I've been denying myself since I've met you, and I've been fighting the very instincts you're fighting now." Vegeta smiled as he pushed Kakarot onto his back, causing the same bulge to push against the blankets. "I'm done fighting. Maybe you should quit as well."

"No, I won't. I can't. It's not the same." Kakarot argued, even as Vegeta climbed onto the bed, straddling the younger man's waist. The twitch of his body betrayed the orders that he was giving it.

Vegeta leaned in to bury his face in Kakarot's neck, almost close enough that his lips brushing the skin. "Just do yourself a favor and stop thinking so much. I can show you how great this can truly be."

Kakarot groaned as the confusion ran through his mind a million times over. Vegeta's surprisingly soft lips grazed the vulnerable skin of his throat, pushing his hips down against Kakarot's raging body.

Kakarot shook his head side to side, trying to clear his mind and rid himself of the fear that passed over him each second. What if Vegeta is just like all the rest?

Vegeta noted Kakarot's tension and ran his bare hands down the other man's arms. He remained shirtless, much to the prince's excitement. The muscles under the slave's skin rippled under the gentle caress.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I can promise you that." Vegeta said, lifting his head to look at the face of the petrified teen. "You just have to trust me."

Kakarot's eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw was clenched tightly. "I don't know how."

"So just don't fight it." Vegeta brushed his lips over Kakarot's jawline. "You want this, correct?"

No answer came from the other man, and that frustrated Vegeta. He grabbed the younger man's jaw and pulled him so he could clearly see his face. "Look at me, Kakarot."

Obsidian eyes forced themselves open, looking into identical dark orbs.

"You want this, correct?" Vegeta repeated himself, refusing to take the boy against his will.

Kakarot swallowed. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Vegeta! I want it! I don't, but I do!" Kakarot rasped out.

Vegeta purred at the confirmation, his own pants beginning to feel much too tight. "I'll take care of you, as long as you let me."

Kakarot nodded, ashamed of his body's reaction.

"If I hurt you, just tell me to stop. I will not lose my honor by raping you, do you hear me?" Vegeta said to him.

"Yes, sir."

Vegeta pulled his arms out of the body suit, allowing it to push down to his hips. Kakarot couldn't help but stare at the magnificent sight before him. Never had he felt attraction like this for anyone before. The prince's skin pulled tightly over the muscles of his chest, a slight glisten beaming from the skin from the light layer of sweat. It was like a beautiful show.

Vegeta lightly brushed his lips over Kakarot's, igniting a fire through the boy's body. A moan escaped his throat at the small contact. He could feel a strange tightening in his loins.

Kakarot found himself opening his mouth against his prince's, something he'd never done before. He didn't expect the feeling of a wet, strong tongue making its way past his teeth, mingling with his own. It was incredibly odd, causing him to jump back at the unexpected contact, but his instincts jumped in, causing him to thrust his hips against the prince's body.

"That's it, Kakarot." Vegeta encouraged, pulling the blanket out from between them so the only separation was their own respective clothing.

Kakarot's shaking hands reached up to touch the broad, muscular chest laid out before him. As his hands explored slowly, a deep purr came from the man on top of him. He looked up to see Vegeta's eyes closed and a smirk curve his lips.

Vegeta rested his hands on his slave's hips, grinding against his thighs to relieve a little of the pressure. He knew he'd have to go slowly, but this was going to drive him mad.

But he was loving every second of it.

Vegeta's hand ventured over to lightly brush over Kakarot's erection, still keeping the cloth between them. A moan immediately came from the man below him. From the feel of it, Kakarot was so hard it was probably painful, very common during a rut. His skin was covered in red splotches from the heat radiating from his body and Vegeta had to fight from jumping all over the boy from the musk he was releasing.

Pulling down the front of the boy's pants, the erection bounced upwards, smacking into his belly. Vegeta scooted himself down so he was on top of Kakarot's knees, leveling his mouth with Kakarot's swollen member.

The prince had to admit, the boy was very endowed. He'd seen the boy naked before this encounter, but being so close was definitely a game changer.

Kakarot groaned and his body began to tremble. Vegeta couldn't be sure if it was from lust or fear. Maybe it was both.

Vegeta leaned forward, running his tongue along the underside of his shaft, causing Kakarot to buck against his mouth. His chuckle vibrated the boy's legs.

Kakarot was almost coming undone as Vegeta took the crown into his mouth, sucking greedily on the very tip of the organ. This wasn't his first rodeo, he knew how to pleasure a man.

Kakarot bit back a cry as Vegeta's tongue swirled over the end, refusing to take the rest into his mouth just yet.

The trembling continued, which seemed to only excite the prince more.

After a low moan came from his companion, Vegeta took the entire length into his mouth, reveling in the feeling of him pressed into the canal of his throat. Forcing himself to purr to add more vibration, Vegeta moved slowly, worshipping the boy's body.

"Vegeta, I can't." Kakarot said, clenching his teeth. The tightening was unbearable, causing him to curl his toes in the blissful agony that powered through him.

Vegeta pulled off for just a moment, smiling at him. "So don't." In a flash, Vegeta was swallowing his cock again, moving quickly with only one goal in mind.

Kakarot didn't know what to do, so he just stopped trying to fight the feeling enveloping him. He put his one hand down into Vegeta's hair, encouraging him to continue, while the other came up to cover his eyes with his forearm again.

Suddenly, something snapped.

Kakarot felt a sudden push, bringing him over the edge of his first orgasm, screaming at the intensity.

Vegeta smiled at the powerful throbbing of the cock in his mouth, swallowing the essence so kindly handed to him.

Kakarot twitched for a few moments afterwards, trying to bask in the afterglow of the ecstasy.

Vegeta pressed a soft kiss to the inside of the boy's thigh before he completely removed the boy's pants, followed by his own. He lightly stroked his own erection a few times just watching as Kakarot slowly came to.

Kakarot looked down to Vegeta and his eyes widened again as another bout of tremors engulfed him. He was happy with the results of this so far, but now it was the moment of truth.

All the face of his past abusers assaulted him suddenly, causing his panic to rise again.

Vegeta came up to him, touching his cheek softly to bring the boy's mind back to his prince. "Don't think, Kakarot. Just focus on me and everything will be fine. I ask you again: do you trust me?"

Kakarot nodded. "I do."

A feeling of accomplishment washed over Vegeta. "Good. I want you to look at me. I know when you close your eyes, your mind wanders. I want you to focus."

Kakarot looked at the prince, meeting the gaze of his companion. His eyes were not the same as the man who had purchased him from his former master only a number of days before. They were softer, patient.

Vegeta lowered himself again, bringing Kakarot's knees over his shoulders. He reached over to grab a tube from the drawer that he'd put there for this moment.

Kakarot's jaw clenched, watching as the prince slowly coated two of his fingers with the gel. He snapped the lid closed and laid it on the mattress. When his eyes met those of the slave, he saw the fear in his young features.

"I can't promise that it won't hurt, but I can promise that it will fade." Vegeta explained, watching as his companion's member sprung to life again. "You have to listen to me, alright?"

"Yes, sir."

Vegeta nodded, finding the small ring of muscle between his slave's legs. He pressed the pad of one finger against it gently, applying light pressure until it popped past the resistance. Kakarot's body tensed, but relaxed as Vegeta pressed light kisses over his thighs.

When he thought that had been sufficient, he added a second finger, moving them slowly inside of the younger man. Kakarot groaned and tensed again at the awkward invasion.

Vegeta searched mercilessly until he pressed into a spot that made the boy gasp loudly. A smile curled over the prince's face as he pressed into the spot again and again, causing Kakarot to push back against him, trying to prolong the contact.

Vegeta slowly removed his fingers and applied more lubrication to his own throbbing need. "Look at me, Kakarot." he ordered as he noticed that he had looked away from his prince. Kakarot obeyed and tried not to look as scared as he felt.

"You want this, correct?" Vegeta repeated, again.

Kakarot nodded. Vegeta sighed.

"I want you to say it, Kakarot."

Kakarot hesitated a moment before muttering, "I want it."

"I need to hear you."

"Please, I want it!" Kakarot shouted in his excitement and frustration.

Vegeta smiled. That's all he'd had to hear.

He positioned his member at Kakarot's entrance, pushing forward ever so slowly, giving the boy time to adjust.

Kakarot whimpered as his body tensed. The pain was almost just as he remembered, but less harsh. It was searing, like something cutting into his insides.

"Kakarot." Vegeta warned as the boy looked away again. As their gaze connected, Vegeta leaned forward so Kakarot's knees were nearly pressed to his chest, kissing his lips softly. "I need you to relax. It will be much easier for you."

Vegeta moved his hand to grip Kakarot's erection in a strong grip, pumping slowly to help draw his attention from the pain, to the pleasure.

Vegeta continued to slowly move until he was fully inside of his slave. He grunted at the effort it took not to pump relentlessly into the boy. He had to take his time, but he was so warm and tight, it was so tempting.

When he felt Kakarot's body yield, he pulled almost completely out, and pushed forward again, quicker this time. Again, a small whimper came from the man below him.

"It will fade." Vegeta promised again, starting a slow rhythm and adjusting his angle to hit that lovely bundle of nerves inside of his lover.

Kakarot saw stars as the tightening feeling began all over again, pleasure coursing through him in thick waves. He couldn't help but thrust into the hand that was stroking him and back against the body invading his.

Suddenly, there was no pain.

There was no fear.

There was only an eruption of pleasure as everything he knew about sex was debunked and he was surrounded by Vegeta. The sounds coming from him, the beauty of him, the scent of him, the feel of his body bringing pleasure to his own. Nothing else mattered.

Kakarot cried out as he was pushed to the brink again, along with Vegeta. The spasms coursing through his lover had sent him over the edge with him. Vegeta sealed his mouth on Kakarot's, swallowing the shouts that erupted from the younger man.

As they both came down from their high, Vegeta laid down and Kakarot laid his head on the chest of his prince. In that moment, Vegeta vowed that no one would abuse the boy ever again. He wouldn't allow it.