Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Beast Inside ❯ A little talk ( Chapter 3 )

A/N:  OK, so the ages are a bit weird: Goku (59), Vejita (65), Bulma (55), ChiChi  (56), Videl (26), Trunks (26), Gohan (27), Goten (15), Pan (11), Bra (12).  And just so everyone knows, Gohan and Videl aren't married yet-she got knocked up in high school and had Pan, but they're putting off marriage until Gohan finished medical school in another 2 years.  This will come into the plot later.

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Chpt 3. A little talk

It turns out the rebuilding a kitchen table isn't enough to work out Saiyan aggression.  Goku sighed in agitation as he dodged another ball of ki sent his way at blistering speed.  This spar wasn't turning out the way he wanted it, either.

"Dammit Vejita, will you let me concentrate?!"

The Prince of Saiyans floated twenty feet away, close enough for hand to hand combat, but far away for ki blasts that stung like hell at close range.

"What's wrong, Kakkarot.  Is a third class Saiyan like you unable to even focus on his opponent because of some human onna who you won't even claim?  You deny yourself too much, Kakkarot.  Take her and stop fighting your instinct.  You will lose and make it worse on you both."

Goku growled and whirled with a medium-sized ki blast of his own.  They had been through this already. 

"I told you.  I'm married to ChiChi.  I love ChiChi.  I have two wonderful children, I don't need anymore."

"Then why do you look like a rabid dog every time you pass a woman in heat?"

"Just...horny.  But I've got Gohan and Trunks...and you to help me with that..."

"That will not solve your problem, Kakkarot."

  Fuck, this isn't fair.  He's distracting me!

"Well, that's all I've got.  I'm not getting anyone else involved."

Vejita growled and moved so fast that it seemed like he IT'd in front of him.  "You need a woman, baka.  Preferably Saiyan, but those options are not available to you."

Goku's eyes widened and he moved to protest, but a bruising right hook took the words out of his mouth before he could respond.  Vejita continued to punch relentlessly as he spoke.

"The only Saiyan females left are Pan and Bra.  You cannot mate with your earth-raised granddaughter.  Fucking is one thing-impregnating is another.  She would never forgive you." 

Goku finally gained control of his limbs and began trading Vejita's blows.  The fight did not lessen between either of them as they discussed mating statuses and probabilities.

"I know..."

"Besides, even I must admit that she will make a much better partner with Trunks.  They complement each other well and they've bonded.  Even you have to have seen how she changes when he's around.  They will be mates by her first heat.  And you will not mate with Bra, because I would kill you before you came within ten feet of her.  She is meant to bear my children and my children alone in order to preserve the royal bloodline.  I have broken several bones in the boy's body for testing that."

Goku nearly fell out of the air, absorbing a sharp kick to the abdomen for letting down his guard.  "B-but she hasn't even had her first heat yet..?!"

"It comes soon.  With this moon cycle, I think.  And then I shall have my next set of royal heirs."

"But what about Bulma?!"

"I'll have Bra tell her it was one of those idiot boys that goes to her school who impregnated her."

"But you know she'll run tests and find out..."

"Let her.  By the time the baby had grown enough for her to run the tests, she will not be able to abort it." 

"And what about her science?"

"Funny what leverage progeny and grand progeny are over women.  I'll simply remind her of that fact."

"Don't you love her?"

"I love no one, Kakkarot."

Goku was struggling.  There was so much information so soon that he had to process...and if Vejita was correct, then Bra would be getting her initiation into Saiyan mating rituals...tonight!

"You will...you will be gentle with her then...Bra, I mean..."

Vejita smirked oddly, brows knitting forward as he pierced Goku with a razor-sharp stare.

"You ask me about gentleness?"

Goku gulped implicitly.  He knew that look.  It was the "You really cannot be that seriously stupid" look that Vejita reserved for when he made a particularly irritating comment.

Before he could answer, Vejita threw a massive ball of ki that he only narrowly deflected, and was on him-strong hands gripping the collar of his orange gi and pulling down.

The gi ripped straight down the middle, a muscled hand bunching the tattered remains directly below Goku's substantial manhood.  The other encircled his waist in a loose and lazy embrace, playing smooth circles across the Saiyan's back, teasing with deliberate intensity.

"Yes, Kakkarot, gentle...I can be very gentle when necessary..."

Goku moaned as the Prince of Saiyans lightly nibbled his left earlobe as his hands continued to knead comforting circles in the back of his larger partner.  Goku moaned and leaned against the shorter warrior, reaching behind him to squeeze and fondle what flesh he could.  He felt Vejita smirk against the column of his neck as his hisses trailed lower, catching Goku's collarbone and upper shoulder.  Goku moaned, instinctively parting his legs a bit as a heavy hand slipped to caress his manhood, which hardened on contact.

"Vejita..."

The older Saiyan ignored the deep rumbling coming from the younger man before him and circled his prey to capture his lips in a demanding, but soft kiss.

"You do not know gentleness unless you have had it from me, Baka..."

Goku leaned forward to capture another kiss, but Vejita had other plans.  He hovered lower until he was at eye level to Goku's massive erection and kissed the tip slowly and gently, eliciting a deep moan from within his throat.  They were slowly floating downwards as their ki shifted from battle to other things, and landed softly in a rich green field of soft grass.  Vejita didn't miss a beat, punctuating their touch down by taking half of Kakkarot into his mouth in a single swoop that caused the Saiyan to jump.

"Gods-Vejita!"

Goku was beside himself.  Whenever they were together, Vejita was so demanding and harsh-even uke he pushed the taller man around and got him to respond at his merciless pace of thrusting and humping.  But this...this was totally unlike anything Goku had ever experienced before. This must be what Bulma sees...

Vejita's tongue was whipping around his sensitive member like a kid sucking on a lollipop, bobbing his head up and down to create a delicious friction with his lips that traveled down the root of his penis deep into his thighs and groin.  Goku buried his hands in Vejita's hair as he suckled harder, taking longer strokes with his mouth before sliding him completely down an enlarged throat.

"Agggh!"

Goku came powerfully as he felt the back of Vejita's throat constrict and squeeze, drenching the Price's vocal chords with thick, syrupy seed.  Vejita rocked back and Goku fell to the ground in a boneless heap, panting for air.

"Hmph.  It seems I still have much to teach you..."

Vejita removed Goku's shoes and nipped lightly at his toes as he slowly, ever so slowly slid the gi off of the younger man's hips and threw them on the grass. He began his tender assault anew, licking each of Goku's toes, pausing to suckle on his big toe in such a manner that it sent shockwaves of sensation up the younger man's spine.

"Ooh, please-yessss..."

Vejita laved and lavished every piece of flesh of the naked Kakkarot, slowly working his way to the junction between his thighs.  Goku pushed his hips up pleadingly, but Vejita ignored him, pushing him back down with his left hand. 

"Suck."

Vejita's right hand snaked up an into Goku's mouth, plunging deep into their depths until they were well coated with a thin sheen of slippery saliva.  Goku shivered, his loins aching with red need as the Prince's tongue dipped and swirled in his navel and around his abs.  Vejita was being so gentle that it was torture - he would willingly be pounded into a pile of nothingness any day over this slow death...

Vejita smirked as he felt Goku's ki levels rise in agitation and slowed even more as he deftly captured a stiff nipple in his mouth.  Goku yelped and then whimpered, his entire body trembling as Vejita slowly rubbed his fully clothed body against his bare flesh, heightening the sensation of being burned alive with desire a thousand-fold.  **This will be the last time he even thinks about being "gentle" with me...**  Vejita murmured lowly, so low that Goku almost had to strain to hear him.

"You do not know how long I have wanted to do this...how long I have wanted to be inside of you...

Kiss.  Nibble.  Lick. 

Goku's chest was coated in a light sheen of sweat and musk.  Vejita slid one finger and then another into his puckered hole, massaging and scissoring the tight ring of muscles with skillful dexterity.  Goku's head thrashed side to side as the sensations in his loins spiraled sharply.  He needed Vejita to be inside of him, and he needed it NOW.

"And now I am telling you Kakkarot...to let yourself go...find this wench, fuck her brainless, and have your new heirs.  The Prince of Saiyans demands it."

Vejita removed his gi to his waist, allowing his member to pop into the now muggy air.  Goku's eyes honed in on it and he reached out to touch it, only to have his hand slapped away harshly. Vejita leaned in and rubbed over his body again-this time flesh meeting flesh to create an unbearable tingling that lit up Goku's body and traveled deep into his ear.

"Tell me...tell me you will do it Kakkarot...tell me that you will not deny yourself any longer..."

Goku was beyond thinking or hearing in coherent sentences, his desire so acute that his teeth felt like they would shatter from the strain.

"I...I..."

Vejita pulled back and positioned himself against Goku's tunnel, pressing in enough for Goku to feel his length, but not enough to impale.

"Tell me, third class, or I will leave you to suffer..."

"I'll do it...I p-promise..."

"Good boy."  Vejita purred as he slid fully into Kakkarot's well-prepared entrance.  It was tight and hot, just the way it always was, and Vejita took a long moment to collect himself lest he ruin his designs too soon.  Goku gasped and squirmed for more, but Vejita wasn't having it. 

"I am in control here.  You will obey."

Vejita began a pace of slow, deep thrusts designed to draw out the experience of being buried deep within Goku's ass.  The sensation was incredible.  Goku's inner walls clamped down on him almost painfully, and he had an even harder time fighting the urge to simple ram the man senseless.  Instead, arching Goku's legs up and over his shoulders, he angled his hips deeper and thrust thoroughly in an out in time with Goku's moans and screams.

"Oh, yes-Gods, Vejita, please fuck me harder!  I...uhn..I need it HARDER!"

"Remember our deal, Kakkarot..."

"Ugh, yes OK!  I'll go, I'll do whatever-JUST FUCK ME FOR KAMI'S SAKE!"

Vejita couldn't help his chuckle and powered up to SS1 to properly fuck the Saiyan beneath him.  Goku growled in contentment, spreading his legs to their limit to allow the Prince's even larger member the best access to the depths of his ass as beads of sweat popped onto Vejita's brow.

"Oh-yes-like-that-Ve-ji-ta..."

Goku moaned in between thrusts, loving the feel of the Prince inside his deepest recesses.  His member was crushed between them, and he shot his hand down to milk it in tune with the sweet fire in between his legs.  Friction...his member in his hand...his body beneath Vejita's...his ass around the Prince's member...

For his part, Vejita couldn't hold back any longer.  Between the pulsing hotness around him and Goku's screams of pleasure, his patience had evaporated completely.  His hair whipped in a furious frenzy as he powered up to SS2 and let loose one final, brutal thrust before coming hard into the battered body below him.

"KAKKAROT!"

Goku was lost in his own world, only a few seconds behind the Prince in his own release. 

"Come for me, Kakkarot..."

White fire slashed through his brain as Vejita and pinched the base of Goku's tail and the earth, moon, and stars stopped moving.  Goku saw stars and screamed, nearly passing out from the combined pain and pleasure that knifed through his form and powered him up to SS3.

  "VEJITA!!!"

"...huuunnn..."

Vejita rode the younger Saiyan's wave of energy and then rolled over to his side to allow him to breathe.  Goku could only string together slurred vowels, and finally gave up trying to talk, instead focusing on being able to stand on both legs.  Vejita looked at him and smirked again.  It was always fun to show the third-class baka his proper place.

"You should get going, Kakkarot.  The harpy will be done with your dinner soon..."

Goku turned and nodded before hoisting himself to his feet.  He was still unable to talk, and steadied himself on wobbly legs before slipping back on his gi-or the remnants of it.

"I...go...do...home...will..."

"Yes, I know baka.  Go home, eat, and remember our deal.  I would hate to have to remind you this way again..."

Goku shivered as the older Saiyan spoke.  As good as this session was, he couldn't imagine how terrible it would have been if Vejita hadn't finally had mercy on him and fucked him speechless.  He'd be in realms of hurt that not even Frieza could duplicate, and the look in Vejita's eyes told him that a painful state of sexual frustration would be just the beginning of the torment.  Goku vaguely wondered whether he would allow Trunks to help in his torture or whether he would cherish it all to himself...

Nodding his acceptance, Goku IT'd home, hoping that ChiChi wouldn't be in the bathroom so that he could peel off his clothing and take a shower undisturbed.  Vejita watched as Kakkarot left, still dazed by the Prince's skillful manipulation.  He sighed slightly once the third class was gone.

"Damned baka."

The truth was that Vejita did love.  He loved his children.  He loved Bulma.  He was head over heels for Kakkarot, though he would never admit that to another loving soul.  The Prince of Saiyans did not show weakness, and love was definitely a huge weakness.  It was a liability, in fact.  What if Frieza came back?  Or Buu?  They would not hesitate to exploit any weakness they found.  More Z fighters would help.  They could not repopulate Vejitasei, but he could have his own mini-kingdom of subjects.  His own personal Saiyan army.  And Kakkarot would help him in this.  There was something that he had sensed in the girl's scent when Kakkarot had sparred with him a few days ago that told him that she was more than just a human onna in heat-that there was something more to the child.  On second thought, perhaps he should have waited and dealt with the onna himself.

Vejita growled to himself.  Whoever she was, he would be dealing with this "Jaia" one way or another soon enough.

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