Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Ouji ❯ Chaper 04 ( Chapter 4 )

OK. I finally have to face the more or less ugly truth. The only DBZ fanfiction I seem to be able to write is yaoi. I've tried to write some other DBZ fics, but as soon as I try to write a lemon … forget it. But here with this bondage thing … like a drug addict, can't stop it. *shrugs*

Well, I guess that's it. I'll simply concentrate on yaoi. So … be afraid… be very afraid. *evil grin*

I really try not to make this fic a series of lemons without any plot behind. But the sexual interaction between Veggie and Goku is important for the development of their relationship and therefore important for the plot. So if I exaggerate with the number of lemons reaching the point they become boring, just tell me.

I've nearly reached the point in this story where things become nasty. Now I wonder how far I will go with the angst and drama, or how detailed I'll describe it. Well, you can tell me your opinion ... how much Goku-torture do you want?

 

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Chapter 04

 

He hated the man with a passion. Well, more like he wanted to hate the man with a passion. After all it was him who held him captive; something Goku's independent nature didn't work well with. Hell, if his father had made him stay in one room for … he really didn't know how long it had been. He hardly could tell day from night. Every time he woke up he was there, every time he fell asleep he was cradled in his arms.

He really wanted to hate him for taking his pleasure from him, but strangely that wasn't the case. Sure, he was being seduced by the strong, dangerous man time after time, his knowing skilful touches reducing him to a shivering mass of need … as cheesy as it may sound.

But he didn't do the last, painful step. He hadn't entered him like he had the very first day ever again. Sure, he touched him, in ways that made Goku blush just by remembering them, working on his whole body until he couldn't take it anymore. Everything was centred on him, his need, his desire, his pleasure … until he passed out by the sheer force of it.

But most confusing was the way the older man looked at him at the times he didn't, well … ravish him silly. What were these emotions burning in those dark eyes? He often only lay there, stroking the boy's face softly, caressing him lovingly. And all Goku could do was lie there and return that searching gaze, without uttering a word, afraid to break the moment.

One time the Ouji had just kissed him … for hours. Deep hot kisses, varying from loving to passionate, from tender to bruising, and after a while they were returned with equal force by his young companion.

Because, as much as Goku wanted to deny it, there was something growing within him … something soft and delicate yet powerful and unreserved. As much as he fought against it, he was falling. Despite everything that had happened, and everything that would come, he knew he would never be able to get free of that man. Not physically, but emotionally would he always be tied to his dark prince.

And when he looked up to those dark, nearly tender eyes, taking the fruit the man was feeding him, sucking the juice from those powerful yet gentle fingers, he didn't even care about it anymore.

 

 

Vegeta continued to stare at the Japanese garden outside his window, a strange contrast to the European style of the house. The whole complex had been a surprise for his wife for her stays in Japan, the few times she took a break from her father's company in the USA. She couldn't handle too much of the Japanese lifestyle without becoming annoyed.

His mind wandered to the boy sleeping in his bed next door. He allowed himself a contented smirk, proud for having exhausted the boy so much yet again. One would think that after a week of constant sexual attention the boy would get used to it, that his stamina would let him down or that he would be at least less responsive. But despite their constant actions the boy remained innocent in a way Vegeta couldn't understand. Hell, the kid had blushed like a fucking virgin when he woke up this morning to discover Vegeta sucking him off.

A shadow passed his face, dampening his mood. He himself hadn't been able to preserve his innocence after what had been done to him. But on the other side, he would never treat the boy like he had been treated. He would never humiliate him or use him the way he had been used.

The past still haunted him, and he nearly had done to the boy what had been done to him. But he didn't intend to break the creature that had captivated him, no, he wanted to make him his, in every way possible. He gave him the time he needed to get used to his new role; the boy's pleasure was the centre of all their bedroom activities.

And he enjoyed it. He did things to that boy that he thought he hated doing, like sucking someone off. He always thought it was degrading to have to do this … it had been in the past … but with the boy it gave him even more power, more pleasure.

He made sure that he was always there when the boy woke up … most times by waking him up himself, doing all kinds of nasty things to the sensitive body, living out his deepest fantasies. He fed him with the most delicious food that one could eat in bed … or lick off someone's skin. They bathed and showered together, enjoying the slippery and warm friction only water could provide. In other words, he spoiled the boy to no ends. He knew that this might turn out to be a mistake, that a pet had to know its place, and if spoilt too much it might rebel against the master. But Vegeta couldn't help himself, no other pet he had over all these years had satisfied him like the boy did.

Strange how much pleasure he found in the boy's reactions towards him. The soft noises he made, the whimpers and sobs of pure need, the screams of orgasmic bliss, his name on those pouting lips, swollen from their passionate kisses. The way he reacted to the simplest touches, how he looked beneath him, all flustered and flushed...

Vegeta started, snapping out of his thoughts, groaning in annoyance. Hell, Nappa was supposed to come here any minute, and he got himself turned on … all because of the damn boy. He glared at the door separating him from his temptation and growled. Maybe he could … no, until the boy accepted him as his master he would always take his time for seduction. Later when they had come to an understanding there might be time for fast and hard sex, but now the boy would only feel used. He would not shatter the newfound trust of his pet.

Vegeta breathed deeply and tried to get his hormones under control. Later he could play with his pet again, now was time for business. `Stop acting like a hormone-driven teenager and act like the man you are.'

Someone knocked heavily at the door, making Vegeta bark out: “Come in!”

 

Nappa entered the room, carefully trying to find out the Ouji's actual temper. The news he had brought with him wasn't that satisfying and if Vegeta was already angry, like most of the time, he would need a miracle to get him out unharmed. Last time Vegeta had been pissed off with him, he had made Broli his permanent partner, which was the most horrible punishment Nappa could imagine. The guy was crazy and always horny, jumping everything on two legs, male and female alike. He used to christen the new cars they needed nearly every week, because of his driving style, in the most disgusting ways … at least in Nappa's opinion. He would never know how he got these three guys in the backseat and been able to have his fun with them. They had been members of different Yakuza families, enemies at that, and two of them had been considered straight until then. And when Nappa had found the sweaty mass of limbs on the backseat, Broli had simply grinned in that crazy way of his and asked him to join in.

Nappa eyed the Ouji carefully, waiting for permission to speak. Vegeta sat down on his huge leather seat and nodded in approval.

Nappa cleared his throat and started to speak. “Vegeta-sama, as you had ordered, our men have watched the Son clan very closely and reported any activities. It seems that Turles is doing everything in his power to find out more about the traitor's whereabouts. But until now he wasn't very successful.”

Vegeta frowned angrily. “And what about Bardock? What is he doing? I thought that the boy's father would be very much interested in his release.”

“It seems that Bardock has shut himself in his room and hardly ever speaks to anybody. Our source within the family guesses that there is more to the latest events than we know.”

Vegeta frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Nappa looked at Vegeta questioningly. “May I speak freely?”

Vegeta's frown deepened and he nodded again.

“It's only my personal opinion, but I think that this uprising of Raditz is more than just a simple yearning of power. Something in the family has caused this, and Bardock knows about it. He might have known about the dangerous thoughts of Raditz all along, but although he is loyal to you, and although he knows that Raditz won't succeed, there is a reason that kept him from stopping his son.”

Vegeta felt the rage building within him. “You mean that Bardock was part of the betrayal.”

Nappa shook his head. “No, if he were his men would have joined Raditz', and we both know that they might have succeeded that way. I don't know yet what it is, but there is someone who might know and be willing to tell us.”

“Who?”

“Turles. He has been his brother's second in command all the time, he knew both boys from the day of their birth, and he wants his nephew free and unharmed. And I've heard from our informant, he is not all interested in the older boy and favours the younger one. And … he's here right now.”

Vegeta started. “What?! What do you mean?”

“He has requested a meeting with you, Ouji-sama, and I think it's about the mystery we just talked about. Maybe we will find a way to catch Raditz with the information Turles can provide us.”

Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Bring him, then. He won't leave this house without giving us the answers we want.”

 

 

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I know it is short, but I university keeps me busy lately, and after hours of dry theory it is hard to get in the mood to write something which isn't boring like hell. I hope I did it well enough, although there is no real lemon in there. Next chapter will be more graphic, I promise. I just didn't want to make you wait much longer.

 

You all might have already figured that all my characters are humans, not Saiyans or other aliens. But like all of you I have huge trouble to imagine characters like Zarbon ore Piccolo (maybe coming in the) as normal humans. Well, Zarbon, maybe, a bit … but Piccolo? Hell no! I've really tried, but in my mind he'll always be his grumpy green self. *sigh*

Well, let's make a deal, let's just ignore the fact that there are no humans with green skin and antennas. Would make my life waaay easier... Or do I actually have to go through the hell of describing a human Piccolo??