Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Bliss ❯ Yield ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. It was created by Akira Toriyama and is owned by Toei Animation Co. Ltd. Shuisha Bird studios. This is written for entertainment only and I get no money for this. It means no harm to the anime/manga.

 

A/N: Thanks to Katiefoolery and Gokuspasm for inspiring me to write this.

 

Kakkarot Yields

 

Yet he found no desire to wrestle his way free from the questing hands of the Prince massaging and kneading their way over his scalp, or down to his backside to the base of his flailing tail. A low purr escaped from Son Goku's throat when Vegeta's left hand kneaded the place where Goku's tail merged with his spine. Flailing hands then grabbed Vegeta's back, slipping through soft plush fur. To his shock it felt incredibly warm and good, a contrast to the hard brash harshness of the Prince he knew. An impulse to pet, squeeze and stroke Vegeta's furred form prompted Son Goku's arms to return the strange embrace. Stranger yet, Son Goku did not want to stop despite a voice telling him this was somehow wrong.

 

"Succumb," Vegeta purred, nipping the tip of Son Goku's nose. "You know as well as I do what your instincts tell you."

 

"I can't… stop," Goku growled, sliding his left hand down to grab Vegeta's backside. His fingers brushed the base of Vegeta's tail, still wrapped around Goku's legs. His cock hardened in his pants, aching to brush against the bulge developing in Vegeta's.

 

"You're mine, Kakkarot," Vegeta growled. "Just as it should be."

 

"Should be… but what… about… Bul…" His protest vanished in Vegeta's mouth merging with his. Muffling his cry of confusion, Vegeta twisted his mouth over to dominate the kiss.

 

Son Goku felt the warmth of the Prince's body in his arms, pressing close and hard. Somehow it seemed strangely right, and the touches of his wife had been almost nothing since he had taken on yet another form. To see the terror and rejection in her eyes whenever he changed as a Super Saiyan pained his heart. Now the reversion to an even more feral form drove her into the next room. Yet his most hardcore foe and rival was suddenly kissing him with fervor and passion that answered his need.

 

"The hell with it," Son Goku thought. It felt too damn good to stop, and it had been so long. Slowly he relaxed into the kiss, turning his own face to the side and thrusting his tongue against Vegeta's moist one. Breaths merged, the purr from either throat vibrating in one another till they rumbled like a fast running motor.

 

Threading massive fingers in Vegeta's hair, he gripped Vegeta's ass tighter and pulled the Prince's body to his. All instincts pointed the way to domination, and Vegeta's tail finally released its grip. Son Goku's tail wildly lashed, finally coiling around Vegeta's upper thigh. Again the kiss broke, both Saiyans harshly panting. By now Vegeta's cobalt gaze deepened to midnight blue, while Goku's gold eyes darkened to a deep topaz. Sharp fangs nipped Goku's ears, and then down to his bare skin collarbone where no fur covered. Throwing his head back, Son Goku let a low moan escape, and felt his own hips pushing in tandem with the Prince's.

 

"Turn around Kakkarot," whispered Vegeta.

 

"I don't know how… I want… I want…" Son Goku snarled in frustration.

 

"I'm in charge here," Vegeta snickered, releasing his hold enough to shift out of Goku's embrace and then wrap his legs around from behind.

 

Goku's tail suddenly twitched and brushed his groin, causing Vegeta to snarl. One hand locked around Goku's bare chest, while Vegeta nipped along the hollow of Goku's neck. His other hand reached down and started to untie the sash. A second later the crimson tail darted between Goku's navel and the cloth of his pants.

 

"Gnnggh…" Goku gritted his teeth, feeling the soft fur of the Prince's tail curling around his hard need. Lightly the tail twitched and touched his tip, and he ached to be rid of the confining clothes.

 

"Patience, Kakkarot. Do you yield?" Vegeta whispered in his ear, tickling it with his buzzing lips so close.

 

"I can't stand it… my skin's crawling," Son Goku groaned. Vegeta's hand not gripping his chest snaked down and loosened his pants. Goku's tail wildly flailed, then wrapped tightly around Vegeta's thigh, dangerously close to the leather bulge Vegeta rubbed in the small of Goku's back.

 

"Now now…" Vegeta snickered.

 

He loved having his rival at his mercy, and Son Goku glanced down through slatted eyes to see a blue sash drop into the trees below. His pants slipped down around his knees once the sash was loose, revealing his fur covered thighs and groin under assault from Vegeta's tail. Evilly Vegeta cackled, biting Goku's sensitive ear and licking at the blood pooling on his tongue. Goku reached behind him with his hands, brushing the front of the leather pants and belt. To Vegeta's amusement his fingers managed to undo the button and zipper. Instinct told him what the Prince wished, and he realized he wanted it as well.

 

Vegeta hissed with relief when Goku's hand finished the long unzipping of the leather pants. Then Goku's tail unlatched and brushed against his own erection. Arching his back and still tickling Goku's own erection with his tail, the Prince brought his own tip along the furry crease of Goku's buttocks. In response Goku tensed.

 

"Stay still," Vegeta hissed. Goku gritted his teeth, almost whimpering as the tip of the Prince's hardness slid down the crease to a sensitive opening. He dared not protest because the tickling of the fur around his own cock drove him to near madness.

 

"Mmmmph… nmmmak…" Goku gritted, feeling the rounded tip of the Prince's cock prodding the tight pucker of his hidden anus.

 

"Do you yield, Kakkarot?" Vegeta whispered into his ear, licking the lobe lightly of dribbling blood. He had left his mark on his claim as long ago. The smell and texture of Goku's hair in ss4 form hearkened back to Raditz. Vegeta had to have his need met, and soon. Yet it was important for his quarry to know who was in charge.

 

"Y… yes Vegeta! I give!" Goku snarled, unable to stand the crawling tightness and quivering ache any longer.

 

"Relax then," Vegeta purred, his hand reaching down to join his tail in wrapping around Goku's cock.

 

"Ghhh," Goku gritted, biting his lip with his sharp teeth.

 

Somehow he feared crying out, worrying that the sudden satiation would not come if he shouted his need. Though they levitated high above in open air, he sensed no one, but felt naked to the entire world from their vantage point. Cold wind chilled his sensitive furred skin, unused to such sensations.

 

Vegeta squeezed and pumped his hand up and down on the slick hardness encased in a thin soft fuzz of soft velvet. Fur was thicker around Goku's groin as he had anticipated, and he felt his own moisture leaking from his tip that relentlessly prodded at the sensitive rim of his quarry's anus. Goku whimpered and tensed, till Vegeta's knee nudged his apart.

 

The Prince rasped, "Spread your legs, Kakkarot. Then take me inside you."

 

"Vegeta," Goku gasped, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He could not deny Vegeta anything now, so good did he find the touch of the prince massaging and squeezing his cock and tickling its tip with his furry tail. Spreading his legs a bit he felt the Prince suddenly thrust up hard into his anus. Goku bit back the sharp cry, shuddering at the invasion.

 

"Ahh yesss, perfect," Vegeta sighed deeply, encased in slick hot heat around his cock. He thrust his hips up, pushing as far as he dared into Goku's body. To his surprise Son Goku moaned and sighed.

 

Impaled Son Goku loved the invasion of the Prince's cock deep inside. Overtop Vegeta's hand on his cock, Son Goku placed his own hand, squeezing the prince's gloved hand. Vegeta's lips and tongue nipped and bit along Goku's hard corded neck. His other hand locked around Goku's upper torso, soon joined by Goku's other hand interlacing his fingers overtop. Three sharp thrusts up and pulling almost completely out, Vegeta grunted with each invasion.

 

Goku yielded, moaning and sighing the Prince's name at the invasion of hard shoves. Both of them moved in perfect unison, working one another to that release either needed. Instinct prevailed, and Goku felt a surge of warm thrill knowing that he brought such pleasure to one so twisted with rejection.

 

"Vegeta… ah… this… ohh feels so good," Goku panted.

 

"Yes, oh damn yes," Vegeta laughed, pounding up into Goku's tight sheath.

 

Ever tighter did Vegeta grasp hold until Son Goku let out a loud yell and trembled from head to toe. Hot liquid squirted from Goku's quivering cock, soaking his fur and their hands clenched around it. Vegeta trembled, releasing himself soon after into the depth of Goku's being. Both of them let their howls echo in the slopes of the wilderness around them.

 

Steamy rushes of pounding blood through his ears caused Goku to loose his control. He felt himself dip downwards, but Vegeta's ki surged over him, holding him tightly to his trembling body. A soft sobbing pulsed into his ear, and on his back he felt the quivering of the other Saiyan.

 

"Vegeta, mmm!" Goku panted, waves of warmth surging over him. He felt incredibly good, even more so then a filling meal could provide. Yet the sounds coming from Vegeta resembled someone upset.

 

Burying his face in the nape of Goku's neck, Vegeta hid his hot tears of ecstasy. For that moment he was back in the ship, shivering with the fear he would awaken and find himself a slave again. Yet as he opened his eyes he saw a cerise blur. Slowly he let go of Goku's back and pushed away, leaving Goku to levitate there.

 

Goku's loose pants hung around his ankles, and Goku glanced over his shoulder to see the Prince hunched over. Silently Vegeta wrapped his arms around his body, having fastened his pants and belt again. Quickly Son Goku tugged his pants back up and held them up with one hand before extending his other to touch Vegeta's shoulder.

 

"Vegeta? Are… you okay?" he asked. What he would once interpret as a gesture of pity from his rival was now a genuine offer of concern. At long last Vegeta saw the caring look in Son Goku's amber gaze devoid of anything but pure acceptance.

 

"Kakkarot," Vegeta whispered. Why had Vegeta not realized that all along Goku would accept him for who and what he was without reservation? Self loathing filled the prince at the wasted years of rejection of a hand that Goku had extended years ago since he knew the truth of Vegeta's trials.

 

"Shh, easy there, now," Goku answered with warmth in his voice.

 

Slowly Son Goku slid his arms around the Prince, knowing that the Prince needed the reassurance of his touch now more then anything else. Vegeta turned around in his arms, burying his face in Goku's neck. Both Saiyans hovered high above the world, their embrace unbroken. All the younger Saiyan wished to do was squeeze Vegeta tightly and never let him go. No longer would the rages of the past consume Vegeta with Goku to watch over him.