Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Odd Couple ❯ Tribal Heat ( Chapter 11 )

The Odd Couple, Chapter 11 by DharmaSerenity

Email: lilith8@adelphia.net

 

 

NC17 rating. - be warned - extremely graphic content. Warning: this is a YAOI FIC (male x male), my first Gk x V fic!.

 

Spoilers: everything up to the last episode of DBZ. This takes place before, and thus, negates DBGT.

 

I don't own DBZ or make any money from this story.

 

The story over all contains sexual situations between men, violence, and psychological melodrama

 

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Chapter 11 - Tribal Heat

 

 

 

At first, when Vegeta and Goku walked out from behind the brinks truck, the other two Saiyans crouched defensively. But upon seeing Vegeta and Goku emerge, their posture comforted and they stood up straight once more. A broad grin spread across the younger, Trunks-like Saiyan's face. His friend's face remained surly. The younger Saiyan hopped down from the pile of rubble and came towards them, grinning at Vegeta as he held out a friendly hand.

 

“Cousin! Wonderful! Isn't this truly a great day!?” The younger Saiyan approached Vegeta and grabbed Vegeta's one hand between both of his.

 

“Hello.” Vegeta said lamely.

 

Both of the Saiyans stared at Vegeta, and Goku couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, the Saiyans acting as if they didn't even notice his presence.

 

The younger Saiyan looked up and down at Vegeta, “Well, you're not from around here. Have you come to meet with my brother, Vegit?”

 

“Umm, sure. Yeah.”

 

The grin broadened, “Great! This has been an endless day of visitations from the different clansmen. All Saiyans coming together!” The Trunks-like Saiyan then eyed Goku, and with a derisive smirk, “I guess we can all see past our own differences on this historic day. By the way, Cousin, strange company you keep. Is he part of a peace agreement, offering his skills to us?”

 

“Of course.”

 

The younger Saiyan stared at Vegeta, finally noticing his cryptic answers. “Well, I guess you really want to talk to Vegit first. Are you your tribe's leader? Or are you a dignitary?”

 

“Tribal Leader.”

 

“Wonderful. Well, I'm Nardon. This is Ramol. And your name?”

 

“Vegeta.”

 

Both Saiyans blanched, staring at Vegeta, mouths agape. After a moment, Nardon replied, “Well, your parents were rather bold in naming you.” He laughed. “I guess they wanted you to be more than a tribal leader, huh?” Nardon arched an eyebrow, and again, despite his dark features, Vegeta couldn't get over how much he resembled his own son.

 

Then Nardon glanced none-too-happily at a perplexed looking Goku, “What's his name?” Both Vegeta and Goku noticed that he wouldn't ask Goku directly.

 

“Kakarot.”

 

Both of the Saiyans whipped their heads in Goku's direction, again looking stunned. They craned their necks to look at the side of Goku's face. Goku blinked at them in confusion. Goku tried to be friendly, holding up his hand and smiling. In his high pitched voice, Goku said, “Hi!”

 

“He can't be THE Kakarot, right? I mean, there's no scar?” Nardon glanced back at Vegeta for confirmation.

 

“No, he's just a younger cousin.” Vegeta guessed this would be a good answer.

 

“Whew!” Both Saiyans sighed audibly. “My brother is expecting a special envoy from the Radditsen Clan, but I think it would be more than dire if the other Kakarot was the one chosen. That would be taken as nothing but a provocation.” Nardon looked around, and continued, “Well, there is no point in remaining here. You must be starved from your journey, which I'm guessing is a long one by your garments… we've not seen clothing like that before.” Nardon laughed, scratching the back of his head. “If you'll follow us, I'll take you to my brother.” Again he glanced at Goku. “He'll stay in line?”

 

“I can guarantee it.” Vegeta smirked, his hands crossed in front of him. Vegeta ignored the dirty look that Goku shot his way.

 

With that, Nardon smiled once more and then rose up into the air, Ramol following. Both looked down at Vegeta and Goku indicating that it was time to follow.

 

As Goku and Vegeta flew side by side behind them, Vegeta smirked at Goku, “Hmm, seems like you're not that popular around here.”

 

Goku just gave him another dirty look and Vegeta chuckled to himself.

 

* * *

 

They landed in the heart of the Saiyan settlement to the North of the city. Vegeta looked pleased to see so many Saiyans all in one place. Goku practically gawked, not having seen so many in his life. But after a time, it was quite apparent that few looked on Goku favorably and he scratched his head, looking perplexed and let down, the points of his hair slouching down along with his shoulders.

 

Vegeta figured that the “Radditsen,” a clan of Saiyan's that Goku's bloodline descended from, were definitely not on friendly terms with the Vegitsen clan. On their flight, Vegita learned about both clans, the Vegitsen headed by Nardon's brother, Vegit and the Radditsen, headed by Raddoon. According to Nardon, Vegit was in a good position to take control of all the clans, including the Radditsen, but Raddoon, the current high clan leader of the Radditsen, was being problematic. Raddoon had been using Goku's namesake, Kakarotto, to act as his main assassin, killing neighboring Vegitsen clan leaders. There was every expectation that with the Tuffle war now over that soon a bounty would be put on Kakarotto's head since there was no longer any need to unite with the Radditsen to accomplish the Saiyan goal of planet domination. Still, this was a tentative plan since Vegit knew that his people were not ready, so soon after the Tuffle war, to start a full fledged war against their own brethren. Vegit hoped for a unification of the two clans, despite his hatred of Raddoon and Kakarotto.

 

Nardon strode ahead of Vegeta and Goku, leading the way to a colorful tent at the back of the settlement. Ramol had long disappeared at the first food tent they passed, Goku staring after him in longing, greedily sniffing at the cooking smells that wafted in the air about them.

 

Nardon pushed open the tent flap and two Saiyan males, obviously acting as guards, moved aside to let them enter. Vegita stepped into the tent, noticing that one of the guards resembled his old comrade Nappa, just with long, thick hair. Goku, entered right behind him, looking a little nervous at all the animosity that the guards directed at him.

 

Goku couldn't help but notice that many of the Saiyans they had seen so far bore some kind of resemblance to Vegeta, for the most part slight, usually something small like the turn of head, a particular expression, or an arch of brow. And then there were some that bore a very strong resemblance to the Saiyan Prince. But none looked more like Vegeta than the man that turned around to greet his brother Nardon.

 

Vegit was a huge, hulking man, maybe weighing at least 400 pounds, most of it muscle girth, with a huge barrel of a chest. However, the large man's hair came to a distinctive point and his face could only be described as a carbon copy of the face of the small Saiyan Prince that stared back at the man, mouth agape. The only difference on Vegit's face was the thick beard that surrounded his mouth.

 

Vegit, stern brows knit as he chomped on the turkey leg in his mouth, saw his brother upon turning and his face transformed to that of love and adoration as he gathered up his much smaller brother into one hell of a bear hug. He even lifted the young man, laughing, off of his feet. Over Nardon's shoulder, Vegit saw Vegeta and Goku and the turkey leg fell out of his mouth in surprise, staining his brother's shirt on its way down to the ground behind him.

 

“AAAAHHH well, look at what we have here! Why we have a cousin visiting!” The man's voice boomed out around them.

 

Before Vegeta knew what was happening, he too was gathered like a rag-doll up into the bear hug of his life, as the joyful, huge man squeezed him and giggled, lifting the Prince up in a very undignified manner high into the air. Vegeta managed to struggle out of the man's grasp, looking rather ruffled and annoyed once he was back on his booted feet. Vegit just boomed a hearty laugh in response, not taking any offense.

 

“Well, cousin! Seems you've brought a friend, a Radditsen no less.” And Goku, reaching out his hand to shake the huge man's hand was whipped forward by the big hand that clasped his own as he too had the breath nearly strangled out of him in the man's embrace.

 

It seemed that Vegit was rather touchy-feely.

 

Vegit smiled at the both of them and boomed, “HAHAHHAHAH,” looking at Vegita in particular. “We are definitely related, but I'm guessing that your mother was like my wife, Alanna.”

 

And as if on a cue, a rather petite, tiny bit of woman walked in with a huge mug of ale, which took both of her hands to support. Goku nearly doubled over cracking up and Vegeta elbowed him in the gut. The woman brought the ale up to Vegit, who smiled at her adoringly, lust for his wife plainly evident on his face. Alanna smiled back at her husband and nodded to the two new comers. For a second her look lingered on Goku, but only for the second.

 

“Ahh, another cousin comes,” she eyed Vegeta and smiled appreciatively seeing her husband's handsome face atop a sinewy and supple body. “I am Alanna, Vegit's wife and mother to his ever growing brood.” She patted her tummy proudly and smirked out of the side of her mouth, reminding Goku very much of Vegita as she did so. “So, you and the Radditsen have traveled far. You must be tired and ready for some food. Are you mated?”

 

Vegit boomed a laugh. “Petal, you don't even know their names and you already have your sisters mated to them.”

 

Alanna smirked at her husband. “Fine, I'll waste no more time with pleasantries. Names?”

 

Goku, happy to finally see some friendly faces, smiled broadly and said “My name's G..”

 

“Kakarot.” Vegeta corrected. Alanna and Vegit gasped. “Not the same.” Vegeta informed them. Both seemed relieved.

 

Vegit looked at Vegeta. “And your name, cousin?”

 

Vegeta said haughtily, still ruffled by the man's familiar tone, “My name is Vegeta.” Vegeta smirked knowing that it would have an impact.

 

And it did as a bigger gasp followed which included the two guards stationed by the tent flap.

 

“I know, Brother.” Nardon interjected. “I was shocked too. But look at him! He does carry himself with a certain sort of command, doesn't he?”

 

Vegeta stood there with his arms crossed, annoyance at the comment evident on his face - of course he held himself with command!

 

Vegit chuckled. “Yes, he certainly does. He will make a fine dignitary under my rule.”

 

Vegeta scoffed and Goku elbowed him hard.

 

Vegit clearly saw the exchange but thought he should bide his time before he found out what it meant. There was time enough to learn about his visitors. Vegit was not only a huge, jolly man, but he was a formidable warrior and brilliant tactician. His abilities at diplomacy and politics were unrivaled, at least among the Vegitsen, hence why most of his clansmen expected him to win out as ruler of all the Saiyan race.

 

Vegit thought he would try a different tract and turned to Goku. “So, a Radditsen in our midst. You are the first that has made the trip so far. Well, you know I've had a time trying to get your people to cooperate with us and clearly you can see the good that has resulted from it finally working. Don't you?”

 

Goku nodded dumbly, not knowing what else to do. Vegeta eyed Vegit with barely contained suspicion, sensing the politician in Vegit at play.

 

“I need someone to talk to your people, to make them see the benefits of uniting all the Saiyan race. You look like a smart young lad.”

 

Vegeta practically choked sounding as if he wanted to cough up something green.

 

“What would you say to leading a team with my brother Nardon here, to have a meeting with Raddoon? Do you think that would be possible?”

 

Goku scratched his head, a blank look on his face. “Sure. I guess it would be all right.”

 

Vegeta just kept his arms crossed and his mouth shut. He wanted to see where this would lead, plus he was fascinated to see this “Radditsen,” clan, from which Goku had obviously descended.

 

“Wonderful!” Vegit bellowed, grabbing his tiny wife to him possessively and a little amorously. She only made a face and pushed herself away from him.

 

“Well, I'm off to prepare a tent for our guests.” She turned around, a smirk on her face.

“You had never said you were mated to anyone or not, but guessing by the smell coming from both of you, I'll prepare just the one tent.” She winked then turned to leave.

 

Vegit and Nardon, plus the two guards all blushed a pink hue.

 

Goku and Vegeta went crimson.

 

* * *

 

Goku and Vegeta, stuffed to the gills, sat back after inhaling the roasted meat and potatoes that made for the camp meal that night. Saiyans, both male and female, feasted all around them, eyeing the newcomers with interest. Again, Goku got hard stares, but it soon became apparent that most of those stares came from a majority of the males. However, some of the males and most of the females eyed him with curiosity, a few glances being quite appreciative.

 

Vegeta wasn't necessarily ignored, having such a nice body so fully on display as it was, the pair's spandex much more revealing than the leather these Saiyans seemed to prefer. A few of the females did eye him with interest, noticing his resemblance to the Clan Leader.

 

But Goku was the fresh meat of the day.

 

Every now and then throughout the meal Goku kept hearing little coughing, offended noises from Vegeta, but when he turned to see what was causing the Saiyan Prince to look so angry, he would look away, arms crossed and defiant. Goku would scratch his head every time, looking completely confused.

 

Eventually, feasting done, drinking ensued. Both Vegeta and Goku eyed the Saiyans downing ale by the gallon. Goku looked surprised that anyone would want to drink so much. Vegeta just regarded it all in complete abhorrence. Neither one of them really imbibed to any great extent, preferring to keep their bodies clean and ready for battle. But the Saiyan males and a few of the women seemed to down the ale in great quantities, already some of them appearing quite drunk.

 

A female came over and sat next to Goku, smirking up at him. Her hair was a little like Vegeta's, making her look a bit impish. Other than that, she had a face full of dimples and a curvaceous body.

 

“My friends and I have a bet as to who you will bed tonight? You want to know who I have my money on?” she purred. Then the female proceeded to paw at Goku's crotch, her beer breath fanning his face.

 

Both Vegeta and Goku went white, as Goku tried to crawl over Vegeta to get away, Vegeta staring the woman down with pure murder on his face.

 

Alanna appeared in a heartbeat and yanked at the other woman's ear. “Karunna, stop it! You've had too much. I'll tell Sister how shamefully you are behaving if you are not careful!”

 

Karunna pouted at her aunt drunkenly. “I'm sorry, Aunt. He's just soo beautiful. We don't get to see many of their kind and he's so strong. He looks like that painting of Kakarotto that once hung in the market square!” The girl said this, never taking her eyes off Goku as she stared at him openly in imbibed fascination and lust.

 

Alanna yanked at the girl's ear once more. “Stop it. Now get!” She finally managed to shoo the girl who growled at her as she departed, tail between her legs.

 

Alanna laughed at the look on Goku's horrified face and smirked at the bristling Vegeta. “Your tent is ready any time you want it. Might I suggest the both of you get some rest before the drinking actually gets heavy?” She arched a brow at them, imparting the hidden message loud and clear.

 

Vegeta looking annoyed at any suggestion, folded his arms again and turned his head away with a sneer. Goku nodded. “Thank you, Alanna.” Then he turned to Vegeta, “Vegeta?”

 

“Fine!” Vegeta spat, looking more than angry. Goku had no idea why.

 

They both followed Alanna to their tent, hearing as raucous laughter caught like wildfire all around the camp ground as they departed. The drinking of the night appeared to be gaining ground.

 

* * *

 

Goku thanked Alanna as they stepped into their tent. It was dimly lit by a couple of lanterns. There was a small pit fire at the center to keep them warm, smoke trailing up and out of the hole left in the top of the tent for that very purpose. There was a jug of wine and two cups, a plate of cheese, bread, grapes and olives, plus some salted pork on a small table at the side of the tent. Near the fire, but enough away for safety sake, on the ground was a large cat-like creature's skin, similar to an albino tiger -- called a Mormot -- a thick, soft fur, white as snow and clear of markings. It looked warm and inviting. At one end of the fur was another large fur made from the same animal that they were to use for covering.

 

Blushing, both Goku and Vegeta saw a small jar full of a balm-like substance laid next to the furs, its purpose obvious.

 

Vegeta stomped over to where the food was laid out and popped a few olives into his mouth, chewing them angrily. Goku noticed Vegeta's visible agitation but had no clue as to the cause. All Goku knew was that he was ready for a nice rest after a day spent surrounded by so many Saiyans. He lay on the soft furs and sighed audibly, feeling the warmth of the fire. Goku heard Saiyans laughing nearby and supposed, at least, that they seemed a happy people. Then Goku heard the distinctive sound of two Saiyans mating nearby -- two male Saiyans -- and his face turned red.

 

He glanced up and saw Vegeta's back to him, looking tense as he drank straight from the jug. Goku wondered if drunkenness was catching.

 

As if Vegeta read his mind, he turned around and glared at Goku. “What are you staring at, Baka?”

 

Goku shrugged, “Nothing.” Goku moved his eyes away and continued to stare out the smoke whole. He tapped his tail in contentment.

 

Vegeta lay on the fur next to Goku and swigged another drink from the jug, his back propped up on one arm extended back behind him. Vegeta wiped the wine off of his mouth with the back on his hand, then leaned his elbow on his propped up knee. Vegeta stared off into space, an angry look entrenched in his thick, dark brows.

 

Cursing, Vegeta put the jug down on the floor next to him, almost slamming it down, then glared at Goku.

 

Goku, jumping, asked, “What?!”

 

“Baka! Clown!”

 

Then Vegeta leaned down and grabbed up Goku's lips in a painful kiss. Goku was startled by the abruptness of the kiss, Vegeta tearing his face away to glare once again at him.

 

“What's the matter?!”

 

“I didn't like the way those women were staring at you.”

 

Goku blinked in surprise. “That's not my fault!” he protested.

 

Startled, Goku heard a growl and darted his eyes around the tent trying to see what was about to attack them, his tail bushing in alarm. Then Goku realized the sound was coming from deep inside Vegeta. It was much like the purring sound that Vegeta made when he made love, but this time it was louder, sounding feral and angry. Goku, frightened, said, “Now, Vegeta, come on, it's ok. See? I'm here with you. You! Not anyone else. Ok?! Huh? Ok??!!”

 

The sound built and then ripped from Vegeta's throat as Vegeta landed a kiss on Goku's lips that nearly threatened to split Goku's head in half in its ferocity. Goku moaned as he felt Vegeta's gloved hand grab his crotch mercilessly. Vegeta ripped his mouth away and bit Goku on the neck, not breaking the skin, but holding him down in place as he managed to pinch a nerve.

 

Goku tried to move but his body was rendered immobile. Through gritted teeth, Goku said, “Vegeta, please. This hurts.”

 

Through Vegeta's clenched teeth, Vegeta said, “Good.”

 

Goku was forced to remain still as Vegeta ran his hand up and down Goku's body, gentler this time, although he did not remove the force he used in his jaw to hold him in place. Vegeta trailed his hands lazily over Goku's spandexed crotch trailing around the contours of his growing erection. In response, Goku breathed heavy through clenched teeth.

 

Vegeta didn't let Goku go from the jaw-grip for a good five minutes as he continued to fondle Goku's growing erection through the thin fabric. Goku's breath raggedly increased to the point that spit shot out between his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head. Goku knew, instinctively, that this same mating ritual had been done countless times before on this planet, to other mates. He knew that it was happening, even now, to others as one mate claimed its dominance over the other.

 

Goku knew he was the stronger of the two Saiyans, but there was no doubt that Vegeta was claiming dominance in this. And Goku felt powerless to resist him.

 

Vegeta let go and Goku tried to breathe normally again as Vegeta yanked off Goku's armor and undid the spandex clasps at his neck and shoulder. Vegeta removed all of Goku's clothes and Goku tried to relax into the furs, their warmth and softness helping him as he massaged the pain from his neck. Vegeta climbed over Goku and stared down at him, a look of need mixed with anger on his face.

 

Vegeta kissed Goku hungrily, his tongue dancing over Goku's lips as a gloved hand buried itself in Goku's hair. The other gloved hand lightly touched Goku's jaw, Goku moaning softly as he felt Vegeta grind his body up and down his own. Vegeta slid his spandexed clad leg over Goku's throbbing erection.

 

Vegeta raised his head up and impatiently bit the tip of his finger, clenching the glove in his teeth as he pulled his hand free. He dug his fingertips in the jar of balm next to the furs and pulled out a heaping finger full of it. He leaned down and kissed Goku again, sliding his tongue under Goku's, sucking on Goku's tongue until Goku thought he would pass out, the sensation overwhelming.

 

With the balmed hand held protectively out of the way, Vegeta moved his body to the side a little and used his knee, placing it between Goku's legs, to nudge one leg up and into the air. Vegeta moved heavily over Goku, pressing himself into Goku's hard-on and grabbed at the other leg with his free arm and lifted that leg too. Placing both of his arms under Goku's knees, he lifted Goku's legs up his body, Goku's rear open and close enough so that Vegeta could apply the balm to Goku's anus. Vegeta swirled the thick, oily substance in a circular motion, digging one finger in and out of Goku's opening, causing Goku to cry out as Goku bit down on his own hand. Goku trembled in anticipation, his erection threatening to burst, the skin on it feeling taut and aching with need.

 

Vegeta took his free hand and massaged Goku's entire genital region roughly, causing Goku to thrash his head about in the fur. Goku's nipples stood out as pink little points, his skin golden in the fire light. Goku looked dazzling, naked, against the thick white fur, and in the obvious throes of ecstasy. Vegeta's breath quickened in response at the sight.

 

Vegeta dug a second finger in to Goku, sliding both fingers in and out of him. Goku started to move his hips, wanting more sensation. Vegeta grinned at Goku then lowered him just enough so that Vegeta could get out of his armor and undo his spandex. He let the spandex fall down around his waist, and yanking himself out, moved fluidly into Goku's body, Goku crying out, his voice drifting on the night air.

 

Vegeta groaned at the delicious sensation, liking this new lubricant which made Goku feel wet and supple. Vegeta began to thrust, losing himself in abandon, forcing Goku's body to adjust to the rapid and rough movement. Goku clutched handfuls of fur in each fist, his eyes squinted shut, teeth clenched together and abdomen twitching as his whole body sprinkled with beads of sweat.

 

Vegeta thought Goku never looked so good and leaned forward, never breaking his stride to kiss Goku, forcing Goku's body to take him at an even tighter angle. Goku moaned out in delirium, his eyes rolling back into his head as once again Vegeta sucked on his tongue. Vegeta broke the kiss and Goku's head fell back, his mouth open and gasping ragged grunting breaths that excited the Saiyan Prince further. Vegeta threw his head back as he pumped away into Goku, grunting in pleasure as he removed the rest of his spandex and boots, just moving Goku's body with him as he had to change position.

 

Vegeta felt his own balls and anus slide against the white fur bunched up underneath him and felt his whole body break out in gooseflesh, loving the feeling. He leaned forward just enough to grab Goku by the small of his back and lifted Goku into the air, so that Goku would have to ride his hips, Vegeta moving him up and down with just his arms.

 

Goku screamed as he came all over the both of them, the new angle being too much for his senses. Vegeta moaned as he buried his face in Goku's sweaty throat and, finally, not being able to withstand the clenching of Goku's muscles around his cock, came explosively, screaming over and over into Goku's neck.

 

With Vegeta's orgasm finally dying down, he pushed forward, until he lay on top of Goku. As Vegeta tried to catch his breath he stared into the fire. He listened to Goku's heartbeat slow beneath him. When Vegeta finally got his breath back, he propped himself high above Goku and lightly slapped Goku's face with his free hand.

 

“That's for letting that woman put her hand on you, Baka.”

 

Goku, still a little out of breath, just laughed, closing his eyes. Vegeta chuckled above him, then lay back down to rest his head in the warmth of Goku's neck and hair, his pointy mane tickling Goku's ear.