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

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Game

Pairing: V/Gk

Warnings: Death, torturous sexual violence type stuff… etc.

Disclaimer: Anyone who believes I own the Saiyans is welcome to help fund my Saiyan relocation project. As you may recall, many young (supposedly weak) Saiyans were shipped to various planets to protect them from Saiyan enemies. The relocation project will bring those now adult Saiyans here to Earth, so that they may be enjoyed by ravenous fans. J

Author: the Prince's Jewel

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"I want to play a game."

Goku looked up at Vegeta in surprise. "A game?"

"Pick a safe word, Kakarot."

"Oh!" His eyes lit up as he chose his word. "Um, turtledove."

They fought first, of course. That was always a part of their games. Savage blows, energy attacks. Enough to wear them both down, so that wherever they moved the game to for the sex wasn't completely destroyed. Goku kept his strength down… he was supposed to lose.

He did, spectacularly, dropping his energy at just the right point for Vegeta's Gallic Gun to do enough damage to send him into darkness. Vegeta smacked him around a bit more, then hauled him to a deserted warehouse to set up the rest of the game.

Goku roused slowly, wincing at the pain of his wounds - and the awkward way he was bound. He blinked, lifting his head to find Vegeta waiting, their clothes piled neatly in a nearby chair.

His prize was ready. Hands caught in ki-rings fastened in the wall behind his back. Legs spread wide, bent at the knee, fastened to the wall behind him at the ankle. One final binding held him, a flimsy-looking cable of wire twisted around his throat. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"You know I am, Vegeta… this hurts!"

"Should I let you go?"

"No!" Goku had waited too long for Vegeta to come to him to give in so easily. Besides, he knew the rules of this game - and comfort wasn't a privilege of his.

Another piece of the thin wire dangled from his captor's hand, to suddenly be raised and lashed across the nude form. "I want you to suffer."

A second lash. "I want you to know pain." The lashes continued, until the stubborn silence was broken by the slightest cry. A smirk appeared. "That's better."

He stepped closer, dabbling his fingers in the other's blood, tasting it. "Don't worry. You'll be in perfect condition when you die."

"What… why are you doing this?" Goku trembled as Vegeta knelt before him.

"I have nothing better to do." He lapped at the blood running down the man's spread thighs. "You're rather tasty."

The other squirmed, either to get away or to test his bonds. A hot ball of energy was immediately applied to the sole of his foot. He screamed. "You don't seriously think I'm going to let you get away, do you? Scorched meat never does smell very good, does it? I think I overcooked your foot."

Goku managed to control himself after a few minutes. For a moment, he fell out of character. "Why? I thought… I thought we… were…"

"Friends?" He looked up at his prize thoughtfully, catching a glittering tear with one finger. "No, we were never friends."

"But…" His words cut off, another scream erupting as another, smaller ki ball burned into the back of his knee.

"How better to discover an enemy's weakness than to appear as a confidant?" He lapped more blood, this time from the taut stomach. "How better to learn his moves than to spar with him?"

He was surprised to be answered, though the voice this time was much more pain-filled, choppier. "Is this… be… because I… have been stronger?"

He sucked a nipple, rolling it between his teeth. "It is vengeance."

"Ve… vengean..ce?"

"Vengeance." He stepped back, tipped the younger man's head back to look down at him. "For him."

"I don't understand!" Goku met Vegeta's eyes. This game was harsher than any other they'd played. Oh, Vegeta always hurt him, but his words… he'd never been so cruel before.

"You never do." His prize gurgled in agony when he sank his fist into his stomach, unable to breath for that moment, unable to double up, though he tried. He grabbed the spiked hair, pulled the head up again. "I'm going to kill you, Kakarot."

He knew not all the pain in those eyes was physical, knew the man was hurt by his words. He didn't care. "You look upset, Kakarot. Did you really think I cared?"

"Yes." Just a short burst of air, and a hollow, almost defeated look in the gleaming dark eyes. He smiled, seeing it, dipping his head for a lingering kiss that was eagerly returned. "Vegeta…"

"Oh, don't talk, Kakarot. Scream." Kakarot did, as the older Saiyan knelt suddenly and sank his teeth into sensitive skin. He shook his head, grinning through his mouthful at the agonized wails of his victim, letting go suddenly to lap at this fresh wound. "Your blood is so hot and sweet. I'm going to enjoy this. Every bit of pain, every delicious thrust."

Vegeta didn't give the other a chance to think about that, sheathing himself the next instant. Kakarot's mouth opened, but no sound escaped. Vegeta chuckled, thrusting savagely, raking his teeth over the other's jaw and shoulders. He nipped at his earlobe.

"Enjoying yourself, Kakarot? You should be. It'll be the only Saiyan fuck you ever get. I've waited long enough to have another."

"I… don't like… this game." Goku wasn't ready to give up yet, though. He knew Vegeta had a senzu for him, and to please the prince… well, he could put up with a lot. He would show Vegeta. This time, he would last out a full game. This time, he had to. There was something behind Vegeta's words, he thought this might be the last time they would be together if he quit early again.

Vegeta pulled away just far enough to get a bit more force behind the blow that sent the other's head snapping back against its binding. Blood trickled from the cuts on his neck. Vegeta noticed, dipping his head to taste. "Delicious… maybe I'll bleed you dry."

He increased the force of his thrusts, slamming into the other. Watching as he fought the bonds carefully set to intensify the pain. "You can't get away. But don't worry. I'll release the binders when I'm through with you."

Vegeta dropped his hand, twisting. Kakarot wailed, a high, breathy sound. Vegeta stiffened, his arms wrapping around Kakarot's shoulders, putting his full weight against the bonds holding the other man to the wall. "Ahhhh… mmm… good boy, Kakarot… I think I'll let your legs loose."

He suited action to words. Goku whimpered with relief as his feet were released, then gasped in renewed pain when his shoulders blazed, his burned foot and leg unable to support his weight. He couldn't stand.

Again the sinister chuckle. "I won't heal you just yet, Kakarot. You aren't quite ready to die…"

"'Geta, please! What… why?"

Vegeta stepped back, regarding the bruised, bleeding, tear-streaked face. "I told you. Vengeance."

"For what? What did I do?" Goku blinked fresh tears away. His eyes locked on the mocking eyes of the prince.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" He knelt, licking, sucking. Kakarot whimpered again as he demonstrated his expertise. Soon, the other man was shifting, trying to get closer. Vegeta pulled back a little, looked up. "Time to die, Kakarot."

Goku's arms fell to his sides, the bindings suddenly releasing as Vegeta returned to his cock. He choked as his full weight hit the final binding. The thin wires tightened until Vegeta suddenly lifted him a bit. He gulped air, got one hand up to grip at the slender threads.

"You're going to die, Kakarot… but I did promise that you'd die in perfect condition." Vegeta stood, feeding the other a tiny sliver of a senzu. He held Kakarot up, fed him another little sliver. "There, as good as new."

"I can't stand up."

"No, I didn't give you enough to restore your energy. Just enough to make you feel a little better, heal the wounds." Vegeta knelt again, mouthing the velvety shaft, listening to Kakarot's choked cry of dismay.

Goku grabbed at the wires, trying to pull them away from his throat, grabbed above to pull himself up so he wasn't being strangled. He succeeded. "Vegeta!"

"Mhmm?" the prince inquired, humming against Kakarot's skin.

"Turtledove…" Goku whispered, defeated. His eyes filled with tears, he'd failed to prove his love once again.

"Ahhh…" Vegeta leaned back, looking up at his prize. "I don't think so."

"Vegeta! These things… I can't stand! You'll kill me! I don't…" Goku met the prince's mocking gaze. Light bled from his eyes. "This… isn't a game… is it?"

Vegeta leaned forward, kissed him, began to lavish the other's shaft with slow strokes.

"I love you, Vegeta…" He ignored Kakarot's words, nipping lightly before engulfing him once more.

Goku stroked the prince's hair. "Love you… so much…" The wire cut his fingers, his hand slipped. He reached up again, couldn't get a grip on the bloodied wire. The noose tightened. "Love… you…" His body convulsed, Vegeta's ministrations… then his hands dropped limply to his sides. "Ve… ge…ta…"

Vegeta looked up when Kakarot's hand fell from his hair. He stood, slowly, watching the last of the life bleed from Kakarot's eyes.

"You are avenged, beloved. Suicides don't get wished back." Carefully, he cleaned up the messy stuff, dressed the corpse and himself. Then, with a mocking grin, he joined his lover.

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Blame Muse for this. The Saiyans certainly did. That paper they were passing around before beating on him had a picture of Vegeta kneeling, giving Goku a bj while he strangled. There are days I hate that Muse.