Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 7 )

The Master Becomes the Slave 7 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warning: This story contains Yaoi. It is not for under age readers.

Author's Note: Aheh, heh, heh. Kakarott… *snicker* I expect mistakes in this one cuz I was too lazy to read it over, especially at three in the morning.

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Goku went to bed early, not bothering to don the nightshirt and soft pants that were supposed to be his sleepwear. He thought that the garments were useless. Besides, he liked the feel of the silken sheets on his naked skin. It was amazing to him how much the prince splurged on him. Silken sheets, Hiute butter, clothes, no collar, jewelry. The one thing he wanted the most was what the master was not willing to give.

He propped his head on his uninjured arm and listened to the night sounds coming in from the opened balcony doors. He was asleep within minutes and there, in his dreams, the master came to him.

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He was on his home planet, standing amid the royal gardens. The air was rife with the scent of spice -musk off worlders would call it -the scent of a Saiyan in heat. It was that time again, when adult Saiyans took their partners and sated their wild, unfettered lusts. Vegeta's own flesh ached with need. There was so much tension inside him. He longed for release.

He picked up another scent, more familiar and stronger than the others did. Turning off a path that went deep into the heart of the cultivated garden, he followed the smell, his tail lashing excitedly behind him. He was in the midst of a maze. It would be so easy to fly over the tall, thick walls of leaves and reach his target, but he took a bit of pleasure in prolonging his journey. The scent was becoming stronger. Each breath Vegeta took filled his lungs with its goodness until the prince was growling with delight. What was it that beckoned him so badly? He wondered. Whatever produced that alluring scent was as good as ravished he decided and rounded another wall. The path abruptly ended. Vegeta was no longer in the royal gardens. He was in some small, grassy clearing bordered by a semi-circle of large rocks and massive trees. There, waiting for him was the origin of the scent. A male Saiyan, his slightly muscular body adorned in gold and blood red gems, his hips and loins swathed in crimson cloth.

Bardock, Vegeta thought but realized that he had assumed wrong. It was not the commander. This Saiyan's face carried no scar. His skin was too fair, his eyes too gentle. This was…Kakarott.

Vegeta turned to leave and saw that the maze was gone. The path as well. In its place were more rocks and trees.

"My prince." Kakarott's voice was a gentle murmur directly behind him. He had moved so quickly. His scent was overpowering now. Vegeta could feel the heat that emanated from his body.

Vegeta's tail shuddered, the hairs standing on end as his own temperature soared. The soft caress of a furred limb on his made him instinctively grasp on to it. Kakarott's hands cradled his waist. The prince felt his arousal pressing against his rear. One of Kakarott's hands slid down to cup the thickening bulge between Vegeta's legs. Vegeta tried to pull away, but Kakarott maintained his hold on him.

"Release me," Vegeta commanded, finding it strange how strong Kakarott had suddenly become.

"Not until I taste you," he replied. "You smell so good."

Vegeta squirmed as Kakarott nuzzled his neck and nipped ay his ear. Something was very wrong about all this. Kakarott's hold on him was like a vice. This was not the weakling that he had rescued from the market. This was a more aggressive being, one that did not fear Vegeta's wrath.

"Kakarott, if you do not release me at once…" Vegeta warned through clenched teeth.

A tongue flickered at his nape and he lost his words. The hand at his crotch squeezed and he moaned. He bucked his hips forward and held on to Kakarott's forearm as the slave lifted him off the ground.

"No…Kakarott," his protest had lost much of its power. He was caught in the pull of Kakarott's seduction -his aroma wearing away his resistance.

His face warmed as Kakarott moved him up and down over his hardness. The crude action made his heart rate increase and his nerves tingle. His erection swelled in the Saiyan's palm. Kakarott's tongue swirled over his skin as his lips sucked, leaving dark red marks in their wake.

Vegeta clutched his arms so tightly that he crushed one of Kakarott's golden wrist guards beneath his fingers. The metal cracked and fell away.

Vegeta leaned his head back against Kakarott's shoulder, grabbed a handful of the Saiyan's hair and turned his mouth towards him.

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Goku wasted no time in claiming the prince's tongue. The delicious aroma was ten times as strong there, ten times as sweet. It was as if the hot aphrodisiac was coming from inside of Vegeta and he wanted to devour all of it.

He was determined to quench the fire that burned so hotly for his master. He was shocked but pleased that he had found the will to restrain the prince. His sudden burst of energy made him question where it had come from, but Vegeta's pliant body had pushed his thoughts aside.

He rubbed the prince's smaller frame over his, enjoying the tautness of Vegeta's bottom. He felt his cock leak and immediately the loincloth that covered him stuck to his flesh. The dampness in his palm alerted him of the prince's similar plight.

Goku tore his mouth from Vegeta's and heard the prince gasp for air. Vegeta's legs hung limply, his fingers painfully dug into Goku's arms. Goku caught his own breath much faster and took his overwhelmed master with him to the ground.

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Vegeta relinquished Kakarott's arms as Kakarott's larger body pressed him into the ground. He sank his fingers into the dirt and the scent of bruised grass entered his nostrils. His cock throbbed uncomfortably against the bed of grass. Kakarott's hand had stopped molesting it, but Vegeta yearned to have it there again. He had the violent urge to cum against it -to rub himself to release. He lifted his hips and grinded his erection into the ground. Apparently, Kakarott had had the same idea and was thrusting his bulge against Vegeta's bottom.

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Cool air touched the prince's back as Goku lifted his torso off him, bracing his hands on either side of Vegeta. His hips rolled as he humped the prince and his skin began to glisten with the sheen of sweat. He would wait no longer. He was ready to thrust inside his master, ready to bring him pleasure. He ripped the loincloth from his hips. His hands tore at Vegeta's clothing. He stripped Vegeta of his gloves, boots, armor, and bodysuit. when his golden expanse of skin was free, Goku licked a trail down his spine and lightly sucked the sensitive base of Vegeta's tail.

A long sigh of contentment came from the prince. Goku smiled and wrapped his fingers around the sleek appendage stroking the super soft fur. The limb coiled around Goku's arm, its tip moving back and forth over Goku's flesh. Goku's own tail lazily swept the ground.

The prince's smooth skin was a tempting feast. Goku grazed his teeth over the base of the prince's tail and chuckled when Vegeta trembled.

"I know what aches the most on you, my prince," he said, his warm breath stirring Vegeta's fur. "I know all of your secret places..."

He trailed his fingers over the back of Vegeta's thigh. The muscles in his back tensed. "...and not so secret places."

He parted the prince's cheeks and lashed his tongue out at the tanned bud. Vegeta sucked in his breath, clenched the grass in his fists and stuttered, "Ka-karott! No!"

Goku pressed his tongue more fully against the tight opening and growled...

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Vegeta cried out and closed his eyes as the young Saiyan's frighteningly skillful tongue probed him. He had never experienced such an act before and wondered briefly about where Kakarott had learned the outrageous trick.

His ears and neck grew warmer as his flush spread. Kakarott's tongue was making him pulse. His tight nether ring quivered as Kakarott's darting tongue became more aggressive.

Vegeta's cock was ready to explode. "No more...Kakarott!" he told him, his tail tightened around the slave's arm.

He felt the last few licks at his cleft and opened his eyes. The colors in the sky had changed from a clear light blue to a cloud streaked orange. The texture of the rocks that surrounded them had changed as well. The smooth gray behemoths were now jagged, white, cliff faces.

"This is...a dream," he realized, and surprised that the sound of disappointment in his voice.

"It feels real to me," he heard Kakarott say and stiffened as something hot and sticky pushed into him. He widened his legs and cried out in a moment of pain as Kakarott's length stretched him. The burn that accompanied the fullness within him brought back not so pleasant memories.

"Kakarott," his voice shook. "Kakarott, wait. Stop!"

The younger Saiyan had no intention of stopping. He slid all the way into silken heat, licked his palm, reached around to grasp Vegeta's shaft, and stroked the prince's member as he thrust into him. Vegeta went still at the dual sensations and grunted in ecstasy when Kakarott's cock bumped the gland inside him. All thoughts of the terrifying ordeal in his past quickly fled. He moved down and back, his pelvis feeding his cock to Kakarott's hand, while simultaneously feeding his rear to Kakarott's cock.

He had never believed that he would have ever enjoyed the rough act. Previous encounters had brought him nothing but pain, shame, and self-loathing, but this...

Aaah...

The constant pulsing deep within him was driving him insane. His cock dribbled and the pre-cum was added lubrication to the prince's sheath.

"Kaka...rott," he panted, "more!"

He had begged to be taken. It was unbelievable, but he argued with himself that no, he had not, because the prince of Saiyans never begged -not even under torture.

This is a different kind of torture, he mused. Who knew that Kakarott could be so useful and powerful? This isn't really Kakarott, he told himself. This is just a dream. He's just a figment of my imagination!

The hard rod that plunged its way through him told a different story. He arched his back, purred, and heard Kakarott's answering growl.

"Yes, Kakarott...more...more..."

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Goku did all that he could to keep his climax at bay, but Vegeta's clasping orifice was diminishing his strength. The prince's unabashed pleas for more made his hips work faster to please the master. Anything for the master, Yes.

The scent of him was everywhere, heavy and cloying. Goku's frazzled tail wrapped around Vegeta's waist. Its tip brushed the prince's cock head and Vegeta yelled out in pleasure. Goku moaned as soft walls squeezed against his member. Swirls of warmth moved through out his body, but convened mostly in his loins. He licked his lips as a greater heat rushed from his body.

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Vegeta breathed harshly as his orgasm continued to claim him. He rocked wearily beneath Kakarott, his cock spilling its essence on to the earth. His innards continued to pulse as Kakarott's hot cum spurted inside of him.

Kakarott covered him. His hard nipples pressed into his back. His cock was still lodged inside him. "I want to do this again master," he whispered, and then sank his teeth into Vegeta's neck...

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Vegeta jerked awake. He was covered in sweat and cum by the feel of the stickiness on his belly and thigh.

"Damn it, Kakarott!" He looked around the room searching for the younger male. He was certain that the little cock sucker had "visited" him again, but the doors of his room were closed, even the balcony doors and he was alone.

"I'm too old for wet dreams," he muttered and rose to wash himself. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as a steady, warm sensation pulsed deep in his rear.

Down the hall in another room, a sated smile graced the face of a sleeping Goku. Tangled sheets lay haphazardly over his waist, the area just over his crotch damp with the results of a shared dream.

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