Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Spy ❯ Spy ( Chapter 1 )

Spy

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.

Warnings/Notes: Vegeta/Yamcha. Set right after Future Trunks appears. Warnings for absolutely spineless Yamcha. General overlooking of 'unimportant' stuff (like Yamcha's sexuality). Awkward sex. |D PWP.

 

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He was there again.

 

Vegeta's persistent frown darkened as he caught another glimpse of a scarred face in the window. It seemed the little human was spying on him. Again.

 

And he had the gall to think Vegeta didn't see him there? Didn't detect his presence?

 

Idiocy.

 

This was starting to interfere with his training. The human spying on him was becoming an irritating distraction. He could barely turn around and he'd see black hair flick in the window. A patter of rather clumsy footsteps around the outside of his enclosed personal arena, crudely disguised as if he wouldn't hear them. The human really was taking him for an utter fool. Which, of course, he the prince of saiyans, was not.

 

After some attempting to ignore the annoyance that was now plaguing him, Vegeta soon lost his rag with the entire situation. Glowing with energy still as he came storming out of the metal dome, he stalked around it looking for the pest, still only wearing the shorts, boots and gloves he was training in. Sweat dripped from his body onto the grass as he moved.

 

Looking around, his sharp eyes picked up a figure jogging away behind the main building; it was a matter of seconds before he caught up, grabbing Yamcha by the cuff of his shirt and slamming him into the wall hard enough to leave an imprint. He couldn't tell whether the squeal the man made was one of pain or terror, but he didn't care. He was fed up with this pest hanging around.

 

“What do you want, you little shit!” He slammed him up against the wall again, looking up with his eyes narrowed in an acidic glare.

 

“Nothing!”

 

For a moment Vegeta looked at him, evaluating, before his face took on a look of contempt and revulsion.

 

“Pathetic little shit.” He didn't let go, instead opting for slamming him into the wall again. “Why are you spying on me then?”

 

There was a long pause as he waited for an answer. Not getting one he slammed Yamcha back into the wall with a throaty growl.

 

“WHY?”

 

The look of terror on Yamcha's face nearly had Vegeta burst out with evil laughter. He looked as if he were on the verge of soiling himself, but he still didn't answer as a cold sweat broke out on his brow.

 

Vegeta narrowed his eyes further, silently prompting him for an answer. Opening his mouth, Yamcha hoped his voice would remain steady when he spoke. He had not expected Vegeta to chase him, and the sheer speed he came at him with had made him think, for a second, that he could've been killed. That wouldn't be something he'd put past Vegeta.

 

“I was just watching...you train...” He tore his gaze away from Vegeta's, his face going red at the weak excuse.

 

The narrowed eyes seemed to grow more intense; Vegeta had obviously seen right through him.

 

“You're just sitting around watching?” Vegeta sneered. “No wonder you humans are pathetic, if you just waste your time sitting around watching the world go by.” A dark smirk spread on his face as he pressed his fist into Yamcha's chest, making the man squirm at the discomfort. “Those androids will grind you up into dust... if I don't manage to first.”

 

“You won't do that!” Jerking angrily in the iron grip, Yamcha glared down. He may have been the one spying on Vegeta, but it didn't mean he had to be threatened. “Goku will get you if you did anything.”

 

The smile dropped off Vegeta's face when the other saiyan's name was mentioned- he did not like being reminded he was second, especially after Goku's ascension. He nearly opted for dropping Yamcha and locking himself back in the training room.

 

But it was altogether more satisfying to smack Yamcha back into the wall again.

 

“You'd be a smoking heap of ash before Kakarotto even got here.” He tilted his head back, grinning in such a way that showed off a few too many teeth, getting more satisfaction in the shudder that ran through the body he was holding. “Then what would he do? Kill me? Do you think that would bring you back, or that his soft heart would let him do it?”

 

That shut the human up. There was a long pause between them as Vegeta stared him down, the dark eyes seeming to slice right through him.

 

“Tell me why you are really spying on me, human.” His tone was dark and dripped with threat. It was clear to Yamcha he was more serious than before, and he didn't like his chance of getting away with lying. Those eyes would detect it.

 

“Well...” Swallowing, Yamcha looked up to the sky, but a firm warning shove to his chest brought his gaze back down. “You've been wasting Bulma's time with that gravity room... and she has left me...”

 

The harsh braying laugh he got in response made him flinch, his face going red as he felt he was the butt of an elaborate joke.

 

“You're just jealous because you think your woman left you for me?” He looked over Yamcha, putting on an unimpressed face. “Though I wouldn't blame her.”

 

Spluttering at the conclusion, Yamcha lifted up his hands, waving them about as he shook his head.

 

“No, it isn't like that!” He suddenly covered his mouth, but it was too late. Vegeta leaned up with an air of animal interest, his eyes examining Yamcha's face, picking out every twitch and strain.

 

“Then what is it like?”

 

“Would you let me down first?” Picking up his confidence, Yamcha glared down at Vegeta. “Then I'll answer.”

 

“No. How about I beat you until you answer?” The grin came back. “Actually, I might just try that for the fun of it.”

 

Paling at the response, Yamcha decided not to respond to the last comment, instead looking skyward again. He was unconsciously poking his forefingers together, to Vegeta's annoyance.

 

“Well... I think you're picking her... instead of me.”

 

It was a pity he was looking up, or he would have seen a rather comical gape of disbelief on Vegeta's face. He missed his chance for that, since Vegeta's attitude was fast to regain its pedestal.

 

“I'm meant to choose am I?” Rolling his eyes, Vegeta reached up with his spare hand, pulling Yamcha's head down by the hair. “Who says I've chosen, or will choose, anyone? The woman may have invited me to live her, but you can hardly say that I chose her, can you?”

 

“But she left me!”

 

“Maybe that is because you seem to be more concerned with me. Or perhaps she has just become tired of your idiocy and dumped you.” Yamcha's cheeks burned red as Vegeta just shrugged nonchalantly, unconcerned by his confession or his misfortune. He looked on at the smirking face below. “Perhaps I will consider you...”

 

The admission initially surprised Yamcha. The last thing he expected was for Vegeta to actually take him into account, over blowing him to smithereens.

 

“You're just messing me around! That is an obvious trick!”

 

Not phased by the reaction, Vegeta just looked up coolly.

 

“Well, do you know what I am trying to trick you into? Why would I need you, anyway, might I ask?”

 

“Well...I don't know...” Yamcha gritted his teeth as Vegeta peered up with a smug air. “Well, you've got to be up to something!”

 

“Why so suspicious?” Vegeta shrugged, the movement of his arm jarring Yamcha a little. “Maybe it is that I haven't had a good fuck for sometime, hm? Although I'm not terribly sure that you'd fulfil that need anyway.”

 

“Well, I bet you are the one who won't be good enough for me!” Snapped Yamcha in return, glaring down at Vegeta, trying to expel how lame it sounded from his mind. He'd essentially just thrown Vegeta's own insult back at him.

 

The prince's eyes narrowed at the hasty comeback, disliking the attitude. His grip on Yamcha's gi tightened considerably, causing it to start to rip, the sound of the tortured material filling the air.

 

“Well, you'll never know that unless you try, will you?” countered Vegeta, his voice taking on a spine chilling tone that made Yamcha visibly pale. “So, ready to play, little human?”

 

He could have said no, quite easily. His common sense was certainly voting for that response from the far corners of his mind. As was his survival instinct.

 

But something about the dark eyes stopped him from declining; they pulled him in, almost hypnotising him as he inclined his head and whispered a meek 'yes'. It was as if his body had acted on its own, overlooking Yamcha's own objections and misgivings to jump into the fire.

 

“Good answer.”

 

Without warning, Vegeta dragged him from the wall and towards the gravity room, walking at a brisk pace whilst Yamcha stumbled behind him.

 

“What?! You want to do it in there?”

 

“Where else?” Vegeta stopped to open the door, pulling Yamcha inside the metal room.

 

“Won't someone see us in here?” The door shut with a loud metallic clang behind them. Inside the room the atmosphere was stifling. It was hot and Vegeta's scent still hung in the air in wake of his training. “Vegeta?” Shrugging in response, Vegeta eased him to the wall, starting to pull his shirt up. “Hey!”

 

Vegeta just rolled his eyes, ripping the orange shirt away in his combined impatience and frustration. “I don't think we'll be seen, idiot.” He ignored the complaints about the shirt being ripped off and started to work on removing the sash around his waist, releasing a soft growl of annoyance in response to how fiddly it was.

 

“I can do it myself!” His hands shaking as they took Vegeta's place, Yamcha carefully undid his belt, tossing it to the ground with the tattered remains of his shirt Vegeta had dropped previously.

 

Vegeta just looked on with a smug silence as Yamcha hooked his thumbs under the waist of his trousers and slipped them down his hips, bending over to pull off his boots as well, nearly falling flat on his face in the process.

 

He had to concede that, physically at least, he wasn't too repellent. For a human that is.

 

But it was all too easy for him. He wanted to be challenged, not handed his life's pleasures on a platter. This was a willing partner, but there was no tease, no build up, no real contest between them. It was as though his opponent had given up in the first place, he was so petrified by his mere presence.

 

Perhaps he should play with him a little more.

 

Gliding in as Yamcha straightened up from removing his boots, Vegeta reached up for his shoulders, pinning him to the metal wall. With a rough tug, he pulled himself in closer to Yamcha, pressing their chests together so the man could feel his own body heat, making him shudder in a mixture of fear and sheer lust. Sweeping a hand from Yamcha's shoulder up his neck, giving a very slight squeeze to tease his nerves as he went, Vegeta set it on his chin, pulling his face down so he could stare him in the eye for a second before pushing it back up, leaving the entirety of his neck bare. His hands held Yamcha still as he ran his tongue from the tip of his breast bone, up and over his bobbing Adam's apple to the base of his jaw, tasting his skin by force. Since Yamcha had given himself up, he knew it wasn't necessary, but he needed to feel the control. He savoured it, because it was all he could take now.

 

The body trapped against his own twitched as his sharp teeth grazed against delicate skin.

 

Releasing Yamcha's chin, Vegeta peered up at him, his dark eyes glinting with sadistic amusement.

 

“Don't worry, I won't bite, human...” He reached up, pulling Yamcha down by the hair so he could whisper into his ear. “...unless you like it, that is.” After a quick nip to Yamcha's earlobe, he pulled back, releasing him and running his gloved hands over the chest in front of him.

 

“I know you're the one who really likes it, Vegeta.”

 

The smug response had Vegeta's head snap up in surprise; he could tell Yamcha was still scared of him- his scent alone give that away- but there was a faint smirk on his lips.

 

“Perhaps, but you'll never know the answer to that, human.” He ran a finger over Yamcha's nipple and down his front, hooking it into his underwear. “You'd break your teeth before getting to me.”

 

Just shrugging in response, Yamcha leant over to Vegeta, hands drifting his hips as they slipped past Vegeta's arms. Using his height to an advantage, he licked over the side of Vegeta's neck, assaulting the skin behind his ear as he moved up. There was virtually no change from his action, but he could have sworn he felt the slightest tremor run through the other body. As Vegeta pushed his underwear down his hips he retaliated in kind, slipping the scanty shorts Vegeta wore down as well.

 

By now he felt very disconnected from his actions; it was as though someone else was controlling his body whilst he was a helpless onlooker. He could see his hands move back up Vegeta's hips, caressing the skin and feeling out the creases of muscle with their delving fingertips. Vegeta's scent was stronger than ever now, and he could hear a calm steady breath in his ear. So preoccupied was he with the chance, no, privilege, to touch Vegeta in such a way he was barely aware that Vegeta had already stripped off his gloves. Repressing any shakes, he reached around, gliding his palms over flawless skin to grab at Vegeta's ass.

 

Vegeta could have laughed out of sheer amusement at Yamcha's very audible gulping as he rather firmly pushed two fingers into his behind and lifted one of his legs out of the way of his hand. The hands which had, by now, made their way around his own rear slipped away as he pushed them deeper. He could feel Vegeta's fingertips manipulating his flesh with skill he'd never experienced before, that left the one leg supporting his body shaking under his weight.

 

By the time the fingers were withdrawn Yamcha felt as though he were weighed down by a ton of bricks. He glared down at Vegeta when he chuckled in amusement, but it did nothing; he knew that compared to some of the looks he'd been given by Vegeta, it was pathetic, although he felt better doing it.

 

“You shouldn't try that, human.” He licked over his palm, spreading saliva on it before reaching down to stroke his own cock. “It makes you look constipated.”

 

Once more, Yamcha found his cheeks burning at the unexpected comeback, surprised that Vegeta would say such a thing in the heat of the moment.

 

“Well, talk like that isn't exactly sexy, is it?” He avoided adding a 'monkey boy' on the end to retaliate for the repeated condescending 'human' comments. It would only end in tears- at least for him- if he did.

 

“Actions speak louder than words, human.”

 

Restraining the urge to gulp again, Yamcha didn't fight against him as he reached under his thighs, lifting his legs up out of the way as if he weighed nothing. He could feel his back press tighter to the wall as Vegeta held him up, the initially cold metal warming to his skin. Spiky hair obscured his vision as Vegeta leant forwards, and it was only when he felt sharp teeth grazing up his collarbone to his neck did he realise what was going on.

 

“Wait Vegeta!” He started to wriggle against the hands holding him up, not caring if he were dropped. “You've got to put on a condom first.” He winced as the grip on his thighs tightened, but was only momentarily. The hair moved back as Vegeta turned his face up, looking at him with confused annoyance. “Uh...protection...you know.” He wouldn't have to explain this to Vegeta, would he? “For sex.”

 

“I don't have one.”

 

Clenching and unclenching his fists in an effort to calm himself, Yamcha nodded to his discarded trousers. Not only was this really embarrassing in the heat of the moment, but he really didn't want to set off Vegeta now.

 

“My wallet is in the left back pocket. There is one in there.” He looked on as Vegeta released on of his legs, somehow managing to support him with one arm- he couldn't feel it, but he was sure Vegeta was somehow cheating and using his energy.

 

Dragging the trousers towards himself, Vegeta's nose curled as he dug his hand into the back pocket and pulled out an ugly wallet. He flipped it open and started to rummage in the various compartments, skilled enough to do it one handed but essentially emptying it of credit cards and small change until he came across a small foil packet.

 

Yamcha did his best not to become upset as he was forced to look on at the plundering of his wallet. He knew Vegeta had no interest in any of the contents, but it was simply the principle of it. Valuable cards did not belong scattered on the floor.

 

“This it?” Grunted Vegeta as he held up the wrapped condom, getting a nod from Yamcha. He examined the packet, scowling. He hated being forced into asking questions. But it seemed he didn't have to as Yamcha leant forwards and took it from his hand, opening the packet easily.

 

“Let me put it on for you. Come here.”

 

Satisfied that he didn't have to ask any more questions, Vegeta just stepped within comfortable range of Yamcha and let him handle it, raising an eyebrow as he rolled it onto his cock. Dismissing the strangeness, he reached back for Yamcha's thigh and lifted it back up again, ready to resume what he'd started.

 

“You humans are so primitive.” He snorted in amusement, lifting Yamcha's legs higher to make him feel even more embarrassed. “At least it is lubricated.”

 

“At least we even use them!” Countered Yamcha, trying to prevent his voice from climbing higher in pitch as he spewed out the words. “You didn't even know what it was.”

 

“That's because they spray on where I come from.” He directed a low, throaty chuckle to the man he had pinned to the wall. “Why would I see something as backwards as that?”

 

Not giving an answer, Yamcha was busy attempting to banish any mental images of Vegeta having sex with a number of different aliens, finding them immensely distracting. The saiyan himself was strange enough, but physically, he was similar enough in appearance to any human for it to be dismissed.

 

The distraction didn't last long; moments later Vegeta's hands where dragging him down the wall, the steady motion impaling him. He didn't dare squirm whilst he was in such a vulnerable position, despite the unusual discomfort of such a full feeling. Taking a few deep breaths as he adjusted, he turned his attention to Vegeta, whose grip on his thighs because almost painful as he as pushed back up.

 

For a split second he panicked, expecting to fall and latching onto Vegeta's shoulders for safety, only for his body to be held in place by the now laughing prince as he pulled him back down. The metal slid against his back, damp with his sweat. Unsure whether to move away or not, Yamcha just loosened his hold, rolling his hips down which each of Vegeta's experimental movements to show he wasn't willing to stay still. Soon Vegeta was moving his own hips rather than sliding Yamcha against the wall, using his hold on the man's thighs to pin him down fully instead. Under the pressure of the other body, Yamcha found the breath rushing out of his lungs all the more easily, but didn't care as the strange sensations started to subside into pleasurable ones.

 

His hands were tangled in Vegeta's hair as his nipples were tormented without a second thought, and he could feel the warmth of his energy surrounding him. The sweaty masculine scent that had always been lingering in the air of this room now flooded his smell, now fresh rather than stale. He could hear grunts coming from Vegeta, a blend of exertion and enjoyment that he couldn't quite decipher, and was far from being able to attempt it.

 

Ignoring the growl as he accidentally pulled spikes of black hair when removing his hand for the mess, he reached down to stroke his own cock, his hips being jerked up against his own hand with Vegeta's movements. At some point his legs had hooked around lean hips, securing him as his body was shoved aggressively against the wall.

 

Yamcha could feel his lungs screaming for air as he came over them both. He pulled himself from the wall to Vegeta's shoulders as he tried to catch a few breaths, not caring about the disapproving grunt he received as he hooked his chin over Vegeta's shoulder. He needed air.

 

Although disliking the fact that Yamcha was now clinging to his shoulders, Vegeta was willing to ignore the fact as he continued to drive his hips upwards. He didn't need much more now. Just a little.

 

Releasing one of Yamcha's thighs of the now redundant grip, Vegeta swung his hand under him to slap an exposed buttock, grinning at the yell of protest and the sudden tensing around his cock.

 

The human was weak in mind and body, but hell, he made an excellent puppet.

 

It was only a few more thrusts before he too finished, buried to the hilt in the exhausted body against him. He didn't allow himself to pant and shake like the other, only reaching down in silence to pull out and prying arms from his shoulders.

 

“Let me go, moron.”

 

Releasing Vegeta's hips of his legs' grip, Yamcha, rather unsteadily, stood up. He quickly gave in to leaning against the metal wall of the gravity chamber, shooting Vegeta a glare when he chuckled in amusement. In one hand held the used condom by the end, turning his attention to it before looking at Yamcha pointedly and stalking out of the room to find a bin.

 

It was only then that, out of Vegeta's presence, he let himself slide down the wall onto his ass. Seconds after Vegeta left he heard Bulma's ear splitting scream, at no doubt, finding Vegeta naked with a used condom in his hand.

 

Looking up at the console, he found himself rather tempted to follow Vegeta's example and lock himself in.