Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Gift ❯ Vegeta becomes the pet ( Chapter 4 )

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Vegeta awoke with a jerk, his head was spinning. He felt sick to his stomach and he wasn't sure but he felt like he was laying in bed. Opening his eyes he found it too dark to see. Where was he? This surely wasn't his room. His room was always lit, he liked the light, he hated it when it was dark.

"Good, you're awake." A voice rumbled from across the room. Sitting up a little too quick for his stomach's liking, he tried to see who was over there. All he could see was a handsome bare chest in the soft light that spilled in through the window. It must be night.

"Where am I?" Vegeta croaked, trying to scoot away from the man who leaned forward.

"In my bedroom, we're going to have a talk." That rumbling, purring voice sent shivers up Vegeta's spine. He recognized it, but he couldn't put a finger to it, his head was still too fuzzy.

"About what?" Vegeta managed, his hand coming to his head. Every word he spoke made him feel like he was loosing a part of himself out of his mouth.

"Come here,"

Vegeta growled slightly, he wasn't taking orders from a shadowy man he didn't know. The man moved his hand and Vegeta felt a sharp tug at his throat. Bringing his hands up to his neck in surprise he felt a leather collar on his delicate skin. The man was holding the end of a leash that was attached to his collar.

"Come here pet." The man said again, his voice sharp, yet filled with lust.

Gulping Vegeta looked both ways wildly, hoping that there was some way to get away. He couldn't see any doors, any openings, just that window set high in the off white wall. Timidly he got on all fours, crawling across the bed. If he couldn't get away, he might as well play along so he didn't get the shit beat out of him.

"Good," The man whispered, tugging on the leash again. Vegeta growled softly at the feeling of leather cutting into his skin. Climbing off the bed he stood on wobbly legs. "Closer Vegeta, come sit in my lap."

Vegeta took a trembling step forward, nearly falling. He felt so week, what ever was in his system was really messing with him. "What did you do to me?" Vegeta whispered, finding himself getting closer and closer to the shadowy man despite his urge to run.

"I just knocked you out with some either. I didn't want you struggling, and. . . . I wanted this to be a surprise." The man said, pulling Vegeta down into his lap. The man wasn't wearing any pants and Vegeta realized that he too was naked. The only thing he wore was. . .a leather cock ring. Blushing Vegeta tried to cover up his nakedness.

"Why!" Vegeta whispered, shivering when a warm hand brushed over his cheek. This man was about to be hit, if that hand went any lower. . .

"Because I love you Vegeta, and I was afraid that you were mad with me, for taking that money for last night. I only took it for my damned father. I would have given my soul to relive last nigh, you mean so much to me."

"Raditzu?" Vegeta almost laughed in relief. "Oh my gods Raditzu, I was so scared that some old sick man had kidnapped me for his pleasure!" Wrapping his arms around the long haired Saiyan's neck he began to purr.

"Oh but, a sick old man did kidnap you for his pleasure," Raditzu purred, taking the small prince's hand he placed it upon his arousal. "I've already jacked off twice to day because I couldn't stop thinking about your tight hot ass. Look at what you do to me my Prince."

Vegeta felt his cheeks heat up, he loved it when Raditzu talked dirty. "I'm sorry, I should have been there to help you." He whispered in Raditzu's ear, his tongue tracing the rim of it. He felt the older man shiver and he tangled his hand into unforgettable silken hair.

"Why don't you do something about it right now?" Raditzu moaned in a faint whisper.

"First. . . Tell me Raditzu," Vegeta purred, his other hand working the hardness in Raditzu's lap.

"Tell you what?" Raditzu purred back, his own hands tangling into Vegeta's impossibly soft hair. He wanted to throw Vegeta down and molest him on the floor right then and there, he hadn't planed for talking.

"How much did you pay Kakkarot to get that window open for you?" Vegeta smirked at the look of surprise in his lover's eyes. "Kakkarot doesn't seem the type to do anything without a reward."

"My whole pay check," Raditzu sighed, his head rolling back against the chair. Vegeta's stroking was maddening and slow.

"Do you really love me then?" Vegeta said, new hope in his voice.

"DUH! Uhhh oh Vegeta, please. . . " Raditzu hissed, his hands tightening in Vegeta's hair. The prince chuckled and leaned forward, running his tongue over the well defined Adams apple in his lover's throat. "Mmmm of course."

Vegeta groaned, the taste of Raditzu's skin lightening his body on fire. "Good, cause you're coming home with me and you aren't ever leaving." Vegeta whimpered, snaking his way out of Raditzu's lap. Laying on the floor he dragged Raditzu down on top of himself using the leash against him.

"Of course," Raditzu growled, already spreading Vegeta's legs. He couldn't wait much longer. He needed the petite prince right now.

"Is that all you can say?" Vegeta questioned, arching his back and spreading himself wider for the man that leaned over him.

"Of course," Raditzu laughed, running his hands over Vegeta's chest. His prince was laid out before him like a delicious meal. A meal fit for a king. Tracing Vegeta's fine featured face with his fingers, he brought trembling digits to the prince's perfect mouth. He watched with hungry eyes, Vegeta's slick tongue darting out to meet the tips. The prince taking them in, sucking wantonly, like they were a certain other appendage.

Raditzu could feel himself twitch at the thought of having that hot mouth somewhere else. Realizing he still had the leash in his hand he wrapped it around his for arm and yanked.

Vegeta yelped in surprise when he was forced to sit up, growling in mock anger he snapped at the leash he wore. "Take it off master, I don't like this." Vegeta whispered hotly, leaning forward. He was mere millimeters from Raditzu's poutty lips, "Master.. . . "

The prince's sexy voice and hot breath was almost like a siren's song. Raditzu almost gave in, but the ache in his groin told him that he needed this leverage to get what he wanted. "No," Raditzu growled instead. "Suck pet." Shoving Vegeta's head roughly into his lap he smirked at the sense of power he had.

"Yes master," Vegeta whimpered, face buried in sex scented black curls of Raditzu's pubic hair. Grabbing Raditzu's hips he slowly ran his pink tongue over the tip of his lover. He still had regrets of getting it in the face last night, it wasn't going to happen again. He was going to drink down ever last drop his lover gave him this time.

Groaning, Raditzu reclined on his forearms, watching his pet lap at him. The pleasure was unbearable, but he focused on keeping still for Vegeta. Reaching out he stroked Vegeta's black mane, his breath hitching when Vegeta began to suck. "Good, that's a goooooodddddd pet." Raditzu let his head drop forward, eyes closing in contentment.

Vegeta purred around the dripping length, sucking him deeper and deeper. Ever inch of Raditzu was going to get his attention, even if he choked to death on him. Raditzu's big hands were already urging him to go further, he couldn't ignore the feeling of pride rushing through him. He was being such a good pet.

"Mmmm my pet's so talented," Raditzu growled in pleasure. Lay back all the way, he gave the leash a tug, smirking dreamily at the reaction he got. Vegeta's wonderful, hot, talented mouth, began to suck him harder, that sweet tongue dancing across his aching member. "Make me cum Vegeta. . . "

The prince growled his response, not missing a beat. Using his teeth cunningly he got Raditzu writhing under him. If his master wanted him to make him cum. . . .

Raditzu yowled his pleasure, feeling his fine self control break. Fisting his hand in Vegeta's hair his hips pumped into Vegeta of their own accord. Vegeta kept up his lover's pace, sucking and nipping in just the right places.

"V-Vegetahh," Raditzu whimpered, his breath being stolen by the supernova that was exploding in him. Tossing his head back he let out a strangled scream, spilling his seed into the Prince's waiting mouth.

Panting harshly in the silence of his bedroom, Raditzu tried to recover. It wouldn't do to loose controle around his pet. Vegeta might try to over power him. Raditzu chuckled at the thought; Vegeta couldn't, no, wouldn't, overpower hum.

"What's so funny?" Vegeta challenged his master, a keen look shining in his eyes. Licking his lips the moved to lay on top of his lover only to have the leash yanked and his attempts stopped.

"No pet, prepare me." Raditzu growled, spreading his legs and moving his tail out of the way. Vegeta stared at Raditzu, what did he mean by that? A calloused hand tangled into his hair, pushing him back down between muscular thighs. Raditzu couldn't possibly want Vegeta's lips around him again, could he? Vegeta was bewildered.

"I want you in me pet," Raditzu purred, lifting his ass from the floor. Vegeta's eyes locked on the puckered opening in Raditzu's perfect rear. "So prepare me NOW." There was another yank at the collar and Vegeta complied reluctantly.

Grimacing Vegeta leaned forward, delaying the inevitable task before by playing with Raditzu's balls. But his lover's hands were in his hair, pushing him lower, urging his mouth to parts it shouldn't ever go. Vegeta groaned in disgust before quickly running his tongue over Raditzu's opening, expecting his taste buds to be ruined forever.

"Come on Vegetaaahhh," His lover sighed, tugging on the leash again. Vegeta growled and snapped at the leather leash his master held. He wish this was going the other way around. Turning his attention back to his lover's beautiful body he sighed himself. Closing his eyes he wrinkled his nose and pushed his tongue into Raditzu's heat.

Raditzu shuddered, his hands stroking Vegeta's hair in reward. Vegeta however wasn't paying attention to his lover's menstruations. The velvet insides of Raditzu's ass could only be described as pure ambrosia. The essence of Raditzu's body was like unto the finest sweet he had ever tasted. Groaning he delved for more, his arms curling around his lover's thighs, spreading him more so he could explore further.

"VEGETA!" Fists curled into his hair and Vegeta froze. He couldn't believe, had he hurt his lover? "D-do that again, don't stop you bad pet!"

The prince purred, his tongue moving against a spot in his lover that had to be the sweetest part of him. Raditzu jumped, his thigh muscles spasming chaotically. This had to be the spot that Raditzu was hitting last night, the spot that had made him feel like he was melting. Teasing it unmercifully he listened to Raditzu whimper, scream and cry out his name. He could get used to Raditzu's rough shouts.

Suddenly Vegeta was yanked away, his lover practically tossing him onto the bed. Raditzu had a feral look on his face, it scared Vegeta. "Vegah," Raditzu seethed, his chest heaving with every breath he took. He straddled his lover's hips, his hands coming to Vegeta's shoulders. "You horrible, naughty, pet. You almost made me cum again. I didn't give you the command. You naughty thing."

Vegeta's eyes were wide and he trembled under the tightening grip on his shoulders. Was Raditzu really angry with him? He hadn't meant to do anything, he had just wanted to hear Raditzu's voice. The long haired Saiyan leaned forward, on hand coming down to hold Vegeta's kick. "Only when I order, have you got that pet?"

The 'Pet' could only moan, tossing his head from side to side when the most delectable heat surrounded him. Raditzu was lowering himself over his aching erection, pleasing every inch of him in a way that he had never felt before.

Raditzu lay down on top of his pet, panting from the effort to keep the pain at bay. When he felt Vegeta's arms wrap around him he growled in warning, his tail coming to wrap around the Prince's slender wrist. "You will not touch me unless I tell you to."

Vegeta glowered up at his lover, this was going too far now. He was obviously the dominant one or the roles would be reversed. There was no way he was going to let Raditzu control him. Growling he raked his nails down his master's back, showing clearly that he was the one in charge now.

Hissing in pain and pleasure Raditzu rocked his hips, his tail snapping at Vegeta's hands like a whip. "I said. . . .his tail descended again.

CRACK

He began to rock his hips at a steady beat. "NOT to touch me. He glowers down at his whimpering partner and the angry welts he had left on Vegeta's fine body.

That had hurt, but it had felt so good too. Vegeta didn't know what to do, would he defy his master and get the shit beat out of him for the pleasure of it or would he let Raditzu ride him like a bull. Finding his hands gripping the covers of the bed he decided his body had made the decision for him.

"You will," Raditzu panted, his back arching, "do as I say Vegeta." He ran his hands over Vegeta's chest, pinching pert nipples and tracing old scars. He could feel Vegeta's trembling muscles under his finger tips and he moaned. Vegeta wasn't moving, he was straining to remain still under his master. Proving to Raditzu how hard he was trying to be good. The mast reward his pet by leaning forward and kissing hungrily.

With a heated moan Vegeta pulled at the blankets, Raditzu's muscles were squeezing around him. The tempo was picking up, Raditzu's movements were becoming more frantic. He couldn't hold still for a second longer, he was going to go insane . . . "Rahhdddittzzuuuu," Vegeta whimpered, his lips sliding away from his lover's.

"Uhh, mmmhhmmmm, what do you want pet," Raditzu groaned in Vegeta's ear, teeth catching his ear lobe.

Vegeta cried out softly, his body practically convulsing at the urge to touch, to move, to taste Raditzu. "Let me. . .let me move . . . . Please. . . . Oh gods. . . .please. . . . Please."

Raditzu's movements stopped and Vegeta began to sob, he didn't want this! Raditzu licked at the salty tears spilling down his lover's face and rolled them over. There was a click and the leash was removed and tossed somewhere else. "There pet." Raditzu soothed, his hand running down Vegeta's trembling back. "Your free to as you wish."

The prince blinked, suddenly finding himself on top and in charge. Raditzu's arms wrapped around him and he shivered in delight.

"Come on, fuck me Vegeta, I need it." Raditzu purred, gyrating his hips and squeezing his muscles over that hot length in him.

Vegeta groaned, his hands moving at once. Pulling Raditzu's legs over his shoulders he began throttling Raditzu's ass, the sweat pouring off their bodies making things slicker. The pressure was already building to unbearable levels, he was about to explode.

Opening his eyes he gazed down at Raditzu through the haze of lust and pleasure to see his lover staring back. There was such love, such devotion, such pleasure in those chocolate colored orbs. Raditzu's eyes closed, tears leaking down his cheeks. Letting Raditzu's legs slip down off of his shoulders Vegeta fell forward and sank his teeth into Raditzu's perfect neck, feeling the same sharp pain in his own neck.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he screamed, the taste of blood, sweat and something else throwing him over the edge and into bliss.. Feeling hot liquid splash over his stomach he knew that Raditzu had reached his end as well.

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"What the fuck!" A guard cursed, seeing Kakkarot run out of the prince's room, bloodied and shaken. "What happened?"

Kakkarot skidded to a halt before the burly guard, tears spilling down his smooth cheeks, "The prince. . . Dear gods above! THE PRINCE!" He was putting on an award wining performance here folks. Deep inside Kakkarot was grinning, he should get an award for this play.

"Calm down kid, what happened? What about the prince?" The other guards were running towards the Royal's bed chambers.

"MY BROTHER KIDNAPPED THE PRINCE!" Kakkarot cried, pointing towards the open doors just as the other guards were sending up the alert. The other servants began to whisper to each other, the guards scrambling about like chickens with their heads cut off.

"Did he beat you up?" The guard asked the distraught young maid.

"OF COURSE HE DID!" Kakkarot shouted, putting a hand to the gash in his forehead. "He-he over powered me and got to the prince. I tried to stop him from leaving the way he came in, but. . . But he had a knife to the Prince's throat."

"Do not worry, you fought hard for a lower class. Come on men, we must report this to the king at once!" The man shouted, obviously in charge of the idiots. Kakkarot smirked to himself, yes, things were going as he had foretold.

When the last of the idiots had left Kakkarot returned to the Prince's room and shut the window from the outside. Firing a carefully aimed ki blast at it he watched the glass tinkle across the floor laughing softly. That oaf was going to go down so hard that when he hit he'd end up going strait through to the other side.

"Hope you enjoy hell big brother." Said floating back in through the window. Grabbing some of the glass, he made sure to scratch himself with it and imbed some into his skin. If they were to investigate what happened in this room, he wanted it to look right. Cutting his palm, he balled his fist and started punching at thin air, watching the blood splatter realistically across the walls and the carpets.

"That should do it." Turning Kakkarot ran back out of the room, making sure that his wounds were leaving behind their evidence on the floor. The guards who had seen the room before it had been fixed up, well, who would believe them? Certainly not the distraught king. In fact, hadn't Raditzu once said that solders that are well trained will never speak to their superiors unless spoken to first? They wouldn't say anything. However if they did.

Kakkarot flexed his muscles, grinning wickedly. If they talked, he would take care of them and frame Raditzu again, make it look like their beloved captain had gone insane.

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"Raditzu," Vegeta purred, covering his mouth while he yawned. Resting his head on his new mate's shoulder he sighed.

"Don't go to sleep on me Vegeta," Raditzu whispered, stroking Vegeta's side. "We've still got to take a shower."

"Not now, I'm too tired Ditzu," Vegeta said, yawning again, his tail batting away the hand that was tickling him. "In the morning."

Raditzu sighed, "Fine, be that way." He grunted pulling away from Vegeta. Looking around the room he spotted the leash, getting up from the bed he fetched it and smirked. "You either come bathe with me, or you get tied up you bad thing."

Vegeta flipped Raditzu off and smirked sleepily up at his lover, "Tie me up then, I'll still be able to sleep."

Smiling, Raditzu regarded his lover. The last bout of love making they had had, had really worn on the small prince. Eyes sweeping over the scratch marks, the bruises, the bite marks and the dried blood, Raditzu decided to let lying dogs lie. Leaning over his mate he gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, get lots of rest because tomorrow I'm taking you out on the town." He whispered in his mate's ear, sensing through a developing bond that Vegeta was already asleep. Looping the leash around the bed post, he lead the end through the hand loop. Pulling it tight he hooked Vegeta back up. There, now he wasn't going any where.

Shaking his head in amusment he wondered off to his bathroom. Pausing he looked himself over in the mirror, running a hand through the drying come his lover had left on him. Wrapping his tail around his waist he went about turning the shower on and getting it at the right temperature.

Stepping under the hot spray, Raditzu sighed heavily, the water felt heavenly on his aching muscles. Watching the blood and other fluids run off of him and down the drain he grabbed a wash cloth and some soap. He probably smelled like a whiled animal, sweaty, sour, and musky. He didn't mind the smell of Vegeta and their sex, but others wouldn't like walking past and smelling something so rank.

He made quick work of his body, before he picked up the shampoo. His hair was the one thing about himself that he hated. It always took him forever and a day to wash it, and forget about getting it brushed out. He had killer tangles that- he swore- had a mind of their own. Closing his eyes with a soft purr, he began kneading the soap into his scalp.

BANG BANG BANG

Raditzu paused, his eyes shooting to the door that lead out onto his common room. What was that? Vegeta better not be out of bed. Going back to his scrubbing he began working his way through the rest of his black hair.

BANG!

Raditzu jumped, turning towards the bathroom door again. It sounded as if someone was trying to break down his damned front door! Rinsing his hair out, he snatched up a towel. Wrapping one around his head and the other around his waist he open the bathroom door and nearly ran into a low class solder. "What the FUCK is going on?" He growled, knocking the poor excuse of a guard out of the way.

There in his common room stood an angry looking king and a grinning Kakkarot. Raditzu growled, "You bastard. . ." He barked at Kakkarot, somehow he restrained his urge to rip the bastard's throat out. Turning to the king he didn't even bother with formalities. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"

"I am saving my son," The king growled, his eyes narrowing towards the naked Saiyan. He strode off with his compliment of guards and into Raditzu's bedroom. "Arrest this sick man."

The king closed his eyes against the sighed of his son's naked, mutilated, body. Turning away he ordered his guards to untie his son and get him dressed and back to the castle.

"Your highness, I will do it. He needs someone he knows and trusts near in a time like this." Kakkarot said, pushing past the guards who were advancing on the still sleeping prince.

"You're right Kakkarot, take care of him. RADITZU," He turned on the other Saiyan, his tail bristling. "For the crimes of kidnapping and raping my son, you are sentenced to death!"