Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Gift ❯ Vegeta's Imprissoned Radish ( Chapter 6 )

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IF THIS ISN'T A CLEAR ENOUGH WARNING TO YOU FLAMERS! THEN YOUR BLIND! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE MALE ON MALE!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ, I don't own the Characters, I don't own the clothing, the wardrobe, or the hair and make up.

VEGETA: I'll be interviewing THE GREAT AKAIKO in this Author's notes. So if you don't want to listen to the psychotic bitch I work for gab, you can skip right on down to the story after making sure you have read her warnings and disclaimers.

THE GREAT AKAIKO: I Heard that Vegeta, I am not psychotic! I just have a lot of time on my hands!

Vegeta: Is that why you are making me give this interview?

THE GREAT AKAIKO: Sure, why not? Why don't you start reading off those questions I gave you?

Vegeta: *Reading the list, grimacing every once and a while* Okay, what is your main occupation?

THE GREAT AKAIKO: Why, I'm a Marine of course! That is why I care so much about my freedom of speech. I got shot at out in Iraq, I nearly got killed, and I am going back out there again, I deserve to be able to write anything I damned well want (As long as it isn't slanderous.) I can't stand the fact that some ass holes feel that just because my stories contain graphic homosexual acts, it hasn't any rights to be on a web sight. Further more! FFNET has no right to take my stories off their site without clear indication WHY. Hell, FFNET'S policies are in CLEAR violation of the constitution! THEY ARE NOT A PRIVET ORGANIZATION, FURTHER MORE MOST OF THEIR MEMBERS DON'T EVEN PAY THEM FOR THEIR SERVICES SO THEY CANT PHYSICALLY DENY ANY ONE OF THEM! Which they are doing when they delete an account due to violations of their unconstitutional policies.

Vegeta: Stop ranting woman, on to the next question. What are you plans for the future?

THE GREAT AKAIKO: That is simple Vegeta! I plan on taking on FFNET and getting more just policies out there. I plan on taking down the whining son of a bitch that keeps getting me kicked off of here. Oh, and I plan on writing a few more very graphic stories here! Oh, and I also plan on staring my very own novel, I hope to get published before my retirement from the Marines.

Vegeta: Wow, you managed to keep that short! It's a blessing! *Great Sarcasm* This will be the last question for this session. If you idiots reading all this have any questions for THE GREAT AKAIKO, please pose them to her email address mentioned earlier in this story. Now for that last question. Are you gay?

THE GREAT AKAIKO: *Looks around quickly* I don't know if I can trust you with that information. However, for those of you who were at the Yaoi Convention in San Francisco for 2003 saw me kiss that hot girl. *Hentai grin* Now ON WITH THE STORY!

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Raditzu clung to the bars, even after Vegeta had left, he had staid there unmoving. He couldn't believe what his mate had told him. He couldn't possibly mean it, could he? Raditzu growled, no, he didn't mean it. Vegeta's father had been right there, arms folded, face hard as a rock. Vegeta had been forced to say those horrible things because the Vegeta he knew wouldn't ever say something so harsh.

"Why don't you get some damned sleep Raditzu? Your growling is keeping me awake!" Broli sighed, focusing bleary eyes on his friend's form. "You've been plastered to those bars for the last six hours, when will you get the hint? That ice queen dumped you."

"Shut up Broli," Raditzu said weakly, tears streaking down his cheeks. Maybe Vegeta had meant it, and if he did, he had nothing to live for any more. The execution would be a welcomed event.

"Stop moping," Broli whispered right next to his friend's ear causing the long haired warrior to jump. Turning, Raditzu found himself nose to nose with the man he had come to count on as a true friend. "A blind man could even see it in his eyes, the Prince didn't mean a single word of what he said."

Raditzu shivered, letting Broli wrap his strong arms around him. When soft lips touched his he closed his eyes and kissed back. The comfort was only small but it did warm his heart.

Broli broke the chaste kiss and smiled softly, "Now stop crying or I will be forced to give you a blow job." his hand slipped down and grabbed Raditzu's ass, squeezing it lightly.

Blushing madly he pushed his friend away, rubbing his rump. "Fagot," He muttered, his eyes darting back towards the bars behind him. Had he heard someone's voice out there?

"Look who's talking, you kissed me back," Broli said with a laugh, his tail unwinding from around his waist to brush over his friend's hand. "Don't go back to looking out there. You need to go to bed." The slender Saiyan practically tackled Raditzu to the floor, wrestling him to a wood bench. Forcing the long haired man down on it he kept him there with his body weight.

"Get OFF me!" Raditzu panted, finding a tail tickling him into submissions. "Okay, okay! I give! I'll go to sleep!"

Broli complied and went to lay on his own bed. Glancing to Raditzu he growled in anger, "Don't make me have to act that childish again. And if you tell anyone that I was nice to you, I'll beat the shit out of you." He said before rolling over and getting comfortable.

Raditzu shook his head, the tears coming back to his eyes. He didn't want to sleep, he felt so cold without Vegeta by his side. Curling up into a ball on the wooden planks, he closed his eyes and thought about how it felt to sleep next to the god Vegeta.

It was so warm, he felt so comfortable and safe. The young prince's breath had tickled his shoulder, his scent had tickled his nose. "Vegeta"

"Okay, you little fagot." Broli growled, rolling over to face Raditzu again. "Stop you whining and bitching and get your ass over here. I swear.. . . . You bonded Saiyans are such sissies."

Raditzu glowered at Broli, "Don't you dare call me a sissy!" He hissed, sitting up. His tail thrashed across the bed he had occupied.

"But that is how you're acting! If you want to get out of here and back to screwing your honey, then you've got to grow up and start using your god damned head! Both of 'em." Broli shouted, "Now either you stop you crying and go to sleep or get your ass over here. I really don't care which."

Raditzu growled and leapt at Broli, his fist contacting hard with the man's bear chest. Grinning he watched the sergeant writhe in pain on the hard rack. "You do not talk back to a superior, especially not an officer." Raditzu said, shoving Broli against the wall. Laying down on the rack he yanked the smaller, more slender, Saiyan against his chest with a purr.

"If you keep purring like that, I'm going to rip your throat out," Broli grumbled, getting comfortable again. He could feel something hard poking his ass but he ignored it. Most Saiyans got horny when bodies were pressed this close, Raditzu couldn't help it.

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Vegeta silently crept by Kakkarot's open door, his ears focused on hearing any signs of his waking. He had waited all night to sneak out, he wasn't going to blow this. Reaching the other side of his rooms he passed the guards who looked half asleep. None of them questioned the Prince or his strange behavior.

Opening the door he slinked through it, closing it again before heaving a sigh of relief. He was out of his royal chambers, half of the mission was over. Now he had to get past the guards down at the detention center and get the keys from the guards down near Raditzu's cell.

Pulling the hood of his cloak up over his trade mark hair he walked nonchalantly down the halls. He had already made sure with a few loyal servants that his father was asleep in his own chambers. Kakkarot was asleep, those were his two worst enemies and most challenging hurtles.

As far as he knew, his father hadn't told the guards to be looking for him. He hoped they weren't, he felt he had put on a convincing enough show with his father. So convincing that Raditzu probably even believed him. Growling in frustration and anger the prince sped up his pace. He needed to see Raditzu right now, he had to make sure that his lover knew that he was lying to please his father.

Finding himself at the detention center's doors he took a torch from a nearby bracket. Holding it on high he began the journey down the old, crumbling, stone steps. How he had made it down these earlier with out breaking his neck was beyond him.

Shivering he wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, it was cold down here.

"Who goes there?" The guard at the rear arch way growled, standing from the seat he had been occupying. The grizzled soldier set down the cards he had been holding and shot a glower at the other men at the table.

"The Prince Of All Saiyans." Vegeta growled back, pushing his hood down to give the men a good look of his fair face and silken flame shaped hair.

The men fell silent, their head bowing respectfully towards their future king. "Your Highness, what brings you down here at such a late hour. We did not get word of any prisoners that deserve your attention." One of the men said, setting his own hand of cards down to get up and bow respectfully.

"I will come and go as I please, it is none of your business where I am at what hour." Vegeta said coldly even while he listened to his heart thunder in his ears. These idiots guards had to have been told to keep him out of the prison tonight.

"We apologize for our partner's stupidity. Please be careful while you are in there, if you need something, please feel free to call on us." One of the card playing guards said going to the gate to open it for Vegeta. "Maybe I should accompany you your Highness."

Vegeta growled and shoved past the guard, drawing his hood back up around his head. "Leave me be, you bothersome idiot." Walking quickly down the hall he left the guards to themselves before they could say something else that unnerved him.

Hesitating only slightly, he found himself back at the door that separated him from his mate's cell. Looking around he spotted a ring with several keys on it. They had to belong to the door that blocked his way. Reaching over he grabbed them and started looking for the one that would work.

With a satisfied grunt, he heard a click when he turned the second key on the ring. Watching the door open before him he stepped in, surveying the dark interior. The only thing that lit the inner cell was soft moonlight from the high, barred, windows.

Setting the torch in the bracket right beside the door he crept up to the bars and looked into the cell itself. Raditzu lay fast asleep, his face buried in another' Saiyan's chest. Jealousy reared it's ugly head deep inside Vegeta's heart. Who was this other man who held his lover?

Clenching the bars until his knuckles were white, he watched Raditzu's tail lazily twitch and thump the wooden rack they were sleeping on. He didn't smell sex on the air, if he had he would have torn the bars down and killed the stranger at once.

"Stop growlin Raditzu," The stranger grumbled in his sleep, his face burring into Raditzu's long hair.

"I'm not growling Vegeta," Raditzu mumbled back, obviously half asleep still. At least Raditzu was thinking of him from within the embrace of the stranger's arms.

"Don't call me Vegeta, I wouldn't fuck you with a ten foot pole," Broli said a hand coming to rub his eye. The stranger sat up slowly, stretching, his eyes blinking against the flickering light. "What the. . .. " Broli's purplish eyes darted to the figure behind the bars.

"I'm cold," Raditz whimpered, reaching for the man who had been his blanket a few seconds ago.

Vegeta realized he was growling, and louder than ever before. Bearing his teeth he glowered at Broli, daring the idiot to touch his mate.

"Hey, wake up baka, I think you've got a visitor." Broli said shaking Raditzu roughly, almost rolling the long haired Saiyan out of the rack.

Raditzu slapped Broli away and sat up, "You woke me up you bastard!" Raditzu growled, eyes squinting in the unaccustomed light. Sing that his friend was gazing elsewhere, he followed Broli's line of sight. When his eyes landed on Vegeta, growling at the bars he gasped in surprise.

"Raditzu," Vegeta growled possessively. If he had the powers to, he would have dragged Raditzu into his arms right now so he could smother him with affection.

The long haired Saiyan shoved his friend out of the way and charged to the bars. Reaching through them he snatched Vegeta up, crushing the prince to himself despite the bars. "Y-you.. . . . You didn't mean that horrible stuff, did you?" Raditzu sobbed into Vegeta's hair, his embrace growing stronger when he felt the Prince starting to pull away.

"Raditzu, I can't breath," Vegeta choked, managing to get away from his love starved mate. Smirking madly, he brushed away the tears on Raditzu's cheeks. "You miss me babe?"

"So does this mean that Raditzu the bitch of the relationship?" Broli asked with great amusement. "I always knew he would be."

The Mates glowered at the intruder, "Who is that," Vegeta whispered, still angry at the Stranger for touching his mate without permission.

"Broli, he is basically harmless." Raditzu said, his lips brushing against Vegeta's cheek. Purring lightly he whispered in his mate's ear. "You've got the keys right? Get me out of this hell hole."

Vegeta smirked and drew the keys out of his pocket where he had put them. Trying them on the cell door he discovered that none of them worked. None of them even fit the hole, growling in frustration he examined the keys. They must have been only for the outside doors!

"This is all the better."

Raditzu and Vegeta glowered at Broli who was smirking, his tail waving back and forth behind him. "What do you mean Broli," Raditzu said, a frown growing on his handsome face.

"I get out of here tomorrow." Broli said with a sly grin.

"So?" Vegeta growled, "Like I give a shit!"

Broli frowned himself, looking angry. "I get out tomorrow, so I could help Raditzu escape. If he just disappears then there will be questions asked, there would be a major man hunt." Broli said, shrugging his shoulders from all the attention he was suddenly getting. "That means you two can't live happily ever after, screwing each other blind."

"He has a point," Raditzu said, regarding his small mate.

"What's your plan?" Vegeta asked, sounding suspicious.

"Find someone to replace Raditzu right before the execution is to take place." Broli said as if it were the clearest thing in the world to see.

"How are we going to find someone to replace Raditzu?" Vegeta asked, eyeing his mate, "I am a little more than sure there is no one else out there that looks like Raditzu.

"Exactly. Haven't you ever seen public executions though?" Broli said with a sick grin on his face. "The person to be executed is always brought out with a black bag over his head. The black bag is place over the prisoner's head the day before their execution to represent their final day on earth. That is why we get Raditzu's tail out of jail the night before the execution. They will never know we replaced him. All we need to do is find someone with an equal height and build. That shouldn't be that hard."

Raditzu and Vegeta were grinning, "I told you he was harmless," Raditzu said, joy evident in his voice. "Now you know why he's my leading Sergeant in the field."

"Gee, and I thought it was because I gave free blow jobs," Broli said rolling his eyes. "So do we have a plan?"

"Yes," Vegeta said promptly, his hand reaching through the bar to shake Broli's hand.

"I'll meet you tomorrow evening in the Dancing Clown, it's a bar right outside the main gates. Sorry to be so brief, I am tired because you're mate here wouldn't let me sleep." Broli said taking the Prince's hand. Planting a soft kiss on the Royal's ring he winked, "Good night your Highness."

Raditzu watched his old friend go back to his rack and lay down. Once he was sure Broli wasn't paying them any attention he pulled Vegeta close again. "Twenty nine days left until I have you in my bed again my sweet prince. However will I survive?" He whispered in Vegeta's ear, his hands descending to massage Vegeta's ass and tail.

Vegeta stifled a groan, "I don't know. Does it feel hot in here, or is it just me?" He tried to slap away the hand that had come around to slip down the front of his trousers.

"Yeah, isn't it odd, it is getting hotter in here. I think you've brought a heat wave in here when you came to visit." Raditzu panted softly against his mate's ear, his hand working Vegeta to hardness fast. "Or maybe its just that you are hard and you want me just as bad as I want you."

"But what about Broli?" Vegeta whispered heatedly against Raditzu's lips. He was so glad the space between the bars aloud them to kiss, Vegeta would have gone insane if he didn't get the chance to taste his lover. Gasping, he nearly collapsed to the floor when a hand found his tail.

"Don't mind me, you two can have all the fun you want. I'm no voyeur." Broli said from where he lay, causing Vegeta to blush fervently.

"I've know Broli sense we were little cubs. My first time was with him, I think we're safe, what about you." Raditzu growled, kneeling down, his hands working to undo Vegeta's trousers.

The prince glanced over to Broli, who was facing the wall. He already appeared to be asleep, "What the hell?" Vegeta grunted, giving his shyness up, "You think there is enough space between these bars?"

Raditzu grinned up at his prince, his hand slipping into silk boxers once again, causing the prince to shiver. "I can do some amazing things." He purred, withdrawing Vegeta's member. Adoring the look of pleasure in his mate's eyes he chuckled. "Or do you doubt me?"

Vegeta shook his head without hesitation, his hips pressing harder against the bars when Raditzu's lips pressed to the tip of him. Tangling a hand into Raditzu's hair he begged him to do more than just kiss.

Chuckling Raditzu licked Vegeta playfully from base to tip before kissing his head again. Lowering Vegeta's pants and underwear to his knees, he began caressing the skin of a fine ass. Purring he took his lover in as far as he could with the bars in the way. Treasuring the strangled cry he got he trailed his fingers over his prince's entrance.

Panting he leaned against the bars, his fingers fisting into wild hair. Wrapping his tail around Raditzu's wrist he brought his hand up to his mouth. Groaning he took two fingers in, sucking and licking at it, mimicking Raditzu's movements.

Raditzu groaned at the mental image his lover was giving him, he wished that mouth was else wear on him at that very second. When the Prince gave up his fingers to gasp for air, he brought the moistened digits down to Vegeta's tight backside again.

"Raditzu," Vegeta panted wantonly, his hands tugging at his lover's hair. He spread his legs, his tail positioning that naughty hand.

Slipping a finger into that unforgettable heat, he searched for that one spot that would have his lover screaming over the edge in seconds. Inserting his second finger, he listened to Vegeta's whimpers, rejoicing when he heard a shuddering gasp. Rubbing his fingers over that spot over and over again, he sucked harder while Vegeta writhed above him.

Vegeta snuck his tail down Raditzu's pants and wrapped it around his lover's neglected member, stroking it and pumping it. When Raditzu's fingers brushed over that spot inside of him again his tail squeezed around the weeping cock. Biting his lip hard, he held back the sob that wanted to escape him when the blinding sensations of orgasm hit him hard.

Savoring every last drop Vegeta gave him, he sighed happily, letting the prince slump the ground. He wished he could lay down and cuddle with his adorable prince, he had to settle for holding through the bars. Nuzzling Vegeta's sweaty neck he purred, his hand removing Vegeta's tail from off of him.

"I love you," Vegeta whispered, his hand working as fast as they could with the clasps of Raditzu's pants. Capturing Raditzu's lips, he pulled the orange prisoner's garb off of his lover's lower body. Smirking against his lover's lips, he took him in hand, squeezing the organ lovingly. Leaning back, Vegeta watched Raditzu's face while he pumped and pleasured his lover's body.

"Oh GODS, I love you Vegeta," Raditzu panted, his eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure that was rushing through him.

"Will you two bastards hold it down over there? You're making me horny." Broli growled from where he lay.

Vegeta ignored the comment, his lips locking with Raditzu's again to smother the next cry of ecstasy, that marked his lover's end.

"Vegetahhh," Raditzu moaned, coming down from the high he was on to settle into a sleep happiness. Holding Vegeta close to him, he watched his little mate lick his hand clean.

Vegeta slowly stood up, pulling his pants back over his nakedness. "Until we meet again. . . " He whispered, helping Raditzu to his feet.

"Hopefully it will be soon," Raditzu whispered, kissing his lover's sweaty forehead. "Take care of yourself. If you have any problems you know where I am. Oh, and don't forget about tomorrow with Broli, out at the pub!"

Smirking he nodded, slipping silently away from his imprisoned mate. Taking the torch from the wall bracket he left the room, making sure to lock the door behind him. Once out in the cold hallway, he sighed, he already missed his mate. Look back down the hallway he traversed , he contemplated going back.

"I've already been gone far too long. I need to be getting back," He told himself, rounding a corner and coming into the guard's room again. The men looked up at him, some of them looking startled.

"Your highness?" One of them stuttered, they had long sense given up playing cards. They were all looking at a dirty magazine now.

Vegeta secured the torch to a bracket over the Guard's table and scowled at them. "What do you want from me?" He spat at the guard who now looked quite like a wide mouthed bass, his jaw almost dropping to his knees. Vegeta knew that all the men at the table could smell the sex on him, and smell the scent of the prisoner who had pleasured him.

"Nothing, nothing your highness," The gawking soldier said, bowing deeply.

"Not a word of my passing on this night. Do you understand me? Not even if the king asks you, or that brat Kakkarot. If I get word that you have betrayed my trust, I will rip your tongues out personally. Oh, and be sure, if you squeal, I will know. I always know." The prince said with a nasty grin, feeling pleased when the men bowed and nearly shouted their allegiance to him.

Leaving up the stairs he looked both ways before coming out into the hallway. Pulling his hood back up over his head he hurried down the hallway towards his room. Scanning for his father's and Kakkarot's ki, he was relieved to find them still in their respective spots.

Sneaking back into his room, he glowered at the guards who stood before his bedroom doors. Another set of idiots to take care of. He had already convinced the ones outside his room to turn their eyes from his actions. Now to deal with these.

"Good evening Prince Vegeta," The Captain said bowing before his short Prince. The man went to the bedroom door and opened it for his leader.

"Not a word, you hear me," Vegeta growled, passing the man and entering his room. When the door was secured behind him he started to strip. He need a shower, he felt all sticky.

"Where have you been? I was worried,"

Vegeta froze where he stood, half naked. His eyes went wide when he realized that there was a figure laying in the middle of his bed. It was Kakkarot.

"Hmmm, stripping for me?" Kakkarot purred, sitting up slowly. Kakkarot was naked, the only thing on him was the ribbon that was secured around his throat. "Good, now I don't have to do all the work."

Vegeta snatched his cloths up and put them before his sex to keep the pervert from looking at him. "What are you doing in my room?" He asked calmly, edging towards his bathroom. He was going to take a shower, lock the damned bastard out so he could be alone. He didn't have to go back into his main bed area, there was a couch he could rest on in the bathroom. In the morning, he could simply fly out of the bathroom window. He'd tell his father where he had found Kakkarot and his father would get rid of the fucked up Saiyan.

"Where do you think you are going?" Kakkarot said standing up from the bed, his lean body moving fluidly to stand between the Prince and his only escape rout. "You're coming to bed, right?"

Vegeta growled in warning while Kakkarot stalked closer to him. "Touch me and I will put you through a wall." He warned, his eyes narrowing to underline his threat.

"You've been with him, haven't you. I can smell the bastard all over you." Kakkarot growled, grabbing Vegeta by the front of his shirt. Sniffing Vegeta's neck he snarled and threw the prince to the ground. Straddling the older man's hips, he pined the prince to the floor under his weight.

"GET OFF ME!" Vegeta snarled, kicking, and struggling to get away from Kakkarot. When cold lips touched his, he froze in panic; what was Kakkarot planning on doing to him?

"Good, don't fight this, you'll enjoy it." Kakkarot purred, his hands wondering down to cares Vegeta's bare hips. His lips brushed over the prince's cheek causing his capture to shudder under him. "If you don't enjoy it, I'll beat the shit out of you and tell your father about your little trip to the prisons."

Vegeta was nose to nose with Kakkarot, his breath caught in his throat. He could see in Kakkarot's eyes that he was going to do it, he was going to find out everything too. If he didn't. . . .if he struggled.. . . .if he acted like he didn't like that cold dead touch of his.

"I want to hear you scream my name." Kakkarot whispered in Vegeta's ear, his lips wrapping around Vegeta's ear lobe.

Shivering, Vegeta grunted, his hands coming to Kakkarot's shoulders. No way to get away, Kakkarot was more powerful than he was, that had been proven earlier. He felt hot tears streak down his face, "Raditzu. . ." He whispered, heart broken over what was about to happen.

Kakkarot hissed at his brother's name. Fisting his hand in Vegeta's hair he raised the Prince's head off of the floor. "You will NEVER utter that name again in my pressense!"

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He slammed Vegeta's head into the stone flooring, causing a harsh, sickening sound. "I Hope I broke your damned little head, you son of a bitch. I hope you bleed to death you bastard." Kakkarot growled, licking the blood from his hands. Vegeta's blood had splattered across the floor, painting it a sickly red.

Still conscious, Vegeta struggled in his weak state to get away, yet again sobbing at the realization of his position. "Kakkarot.. . . " He sobbed, pleading for his captor to let him go.

Smirking, Kakkarot dug something out of his pocket and pushed it past Vegeta's lips. "Chew," He ordered waiting patiently for his subject to do as he bid.

Wincing in expectation of something horrible, Vegeta chewed the bean shaped thing in his mouth. Surprisingly, it tasted great, like his favorite food. Swallowing he was surprised again when he felt a rush of power fill him, the wound in the back of his head stopped hurting.

"Feel better?" Kakkarot said with a laugh that quickly turned into a growl when Vegeta tried to sit up. "You're coming to bed with me whether you like it or not!" Kakkarot got up, dragging Vegeta to his feet so he could shove him hard.

Squealing in fright, Vegeta went flying, landing on his soft feather bed. In a heart beat Kakkarot was back on top of him, his hands sliding up his shirt to teas his nipples. That horribly cold mouth was covering his and he cried in despair.

"You even taste like him. What did you do, suck him off?" Kakkarot hissed, slapping Vegeta hard, "You filthy whore! You'd better learn quick, you are MINE, you don't touch other men!"

Vegeta nodded, a little voice in the back of his head telling him to pretend that Kakkarot was Raditzu. He leapt on the idea as if it were a life boat and wrapped his arms around Kakkarot's neck. Dragging the ragging youth down, he covered those cold lips with his own.

Kakkarot was caught off guard by Vegeta's surprising action. Growling he kissed Vegeta back, his hands tangling into soft strands of silk. Slipping his tongue past subtle lips, he explored the Prince's mouth, savoring the under laying taste of the man. Despite the tinge of his filthy brother, Vegeta tasted something like cherry candy, sweet and tangy.

The prince had to fight to keep from gagging, Kkakarot's tongue filled his mouth, washing away Raditzu's flavor and leaving him with a bitter, rotten taste in his mouth. When Kakkarot pulled away from him he nearly cried in gratitude until one slick hand tugged at his soft member. Closing his eyes he willed his body not to react, not to give into that disgusting pervert that had him pinned.

"You're hung like a horse Vegeta," Kakkarot purred with a smile, his hand working harder, using dirty trick that would have others writing in pleasure. Vegeta only bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He would not give into Kakkarot's sick desires. "Feels too good to talk? I understand, I'm rather skilled."

"No. . . .No you're not," Vegeta spat out even while his body betrayed him by quivering and stiffening under Kakkarot's menstruations.

Chuckling, Kakkarot traced Vegeta's ear with his tongue before whispering. "You're dick says something else entirely." As if to prove a point, he rubbed his thumb over the tip ripping a small moan from Vegeta's throat. "See, you like it. I'm the best you'll ever have. I'll guarantee that my prince."

"No," Vegeta whimpered, shaking his head in denial. No one was better than Raditzu was, all that hair to stroke and tangle your fingers into. That fine ass and tail, the muscles that are just right and not over developed. His skilled tongue and mouth, those fine, pearly white teeth. His sexy, gravelly voice that could say the hottest, steamiest things a guy could ever want to hear. Wonderful, delicate, calloused hands that could bring even a strait guy to orgasm fast. Raditzu was the best.

Groaning softly Vegeta concentrated on remember Raditzu's hands on him, those skilled, warm hands sliding over him teasingly, milking him of his juices. How sticky and tasty those fingers would be after he was done emptying himself on them. Groaning he bucked his hips into those hands, his own hands locking into fists in Kakkarot's nappy hair.

Forcing Kakkarot's head down he bucked his hips desperately upward, begging for attention. His imagination was running in over drive, already recrating the feeling of having a searing hot mouth wraped around his aching need.

Kakkarot's mouth obliged, taking all of the Prince in the next time his hips moved up. Reveling in the shocked gasp he got, he let the stiff cock leave his lips almost at once. "Do you want it Vegeta? Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to make you cum hard?"

Vegeta knew he could answer that, the answer was no and it would have gotten him killed. Instead he moaned as loud as he could, gyrating his hips, his dick slapping Kakkarot's grinning face. If he could only get away, or even over power the ass hole on top of him, Vegeta would have beat the shit out of Kakkarot and have tied him up in front of a hungry calf. Let the poor bovine handle Kakkarot's heated flesh, and his dirty talk.

"Hmmm I'll take that as a yes." Kakkarot whispered, his mouth dipping down again, swallowing Vegeta whole over and over again. Kakkarot could already taste the precum oozing from Vegeta and groaned in appreciation of the sweet taste. Leaving his sweet treat, he pumped Vegeta with his tail, his hands running between Vegeta's thighs and over the puckered opening .

When his prince growled, Kakkarot looked up in surprise. Finding Vegeta sitting up he at once pounced, pining him back to the ground his naked erection bobbing and rubbing against Vegeta's. "Look hear you little bitch, I'm gonna make you cum, and you are going to enjoy it a lot or I am going to snap your pretty little neck. Do you understand."

Vegeta's mind focused on Raditzu's pretty lips, soft and silken, brushing over parts of the anatomy that they were never meant to leave. His nipples, his taunt stomach, his straining erection. His hips arched off the cold tile floor and Vegeta groaned at what ever the beast above him said. It didn't matter to him any more, he was lost in his own fantasies, Kakkarot could very well disappear and he wouldn't even notice.

"Good bitch, thats my good little bitch," Kakkarot panted, his lips closing around Vegeta's slick member. Sucking hard he started to bob his head again. Sinful in every movement, his hand stroked places he missed while his other hand teased a madly wagging tail.

"Oh my godsssss.. . . ." Vegeta panted, throwing his head back, great spasms of pleasure wracking his body while he reached his orgasm. It was quick, but the skill of his partner had been phenomenal, "Oh Raditzu, do that again."

Too late, Vegeta realized his mistake all too late. Kakkarot punched him hard, breaking his nose and splitting his lip.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU WERE THINKING OF him THE WHOLE TIME, WEREN'T YOU!" Kakkarot yowled, his hands coming around Vegeta's throat, cutting off the Prince' air way. "I ought to kill you right here and right now! YOU LITTLE WHORE!"

Vegeta gasped for hair, but found none, and it made his head spin. Reaching up he raked his finger nails across Kakkarot's unguarded face, smirking wickedly at the startled man and his girlish yelps.

Kakkarot reeled back from Vegeta, his hand going to his face. "YOU BITCH!" He shrieked, tail going around his naked waist at once, Indicating that he was about to really start a fight.

Throwing Kakkarot off of himself he rolled off the bed, landing on his hands and knees. Scrambling to his feet he dashed for the bathroom, making it before the oaf behind him even got to his feet. Throwing the door shut he locked it and hit the panic button. Every room in his suit had them. They were part of the security system. If there was ever a problem and Vegeta was in a dire situation, he only had to hit the button and half the palace guards would show up. In the mean time, the doors in Vegeta's room would be capped off with twelve foot thick titanium covers to keep what ever threat out.

Back peddling to the very back of the spotless bathroom, he watched the large mettle piece rise up out of the ground to cover the door. He was safe. There was no one on Vegeta Sei strong enough to blast through diamond tinted Titanium Metal.

When his back touched the back wall he slumped down, his knees feeling like gelly. He couldn't' believe what had just happened. That man's cold, cruel mouth on his flesh. It had felt disgusting but some how he had been able to trick himself into believing it was Raditzu. However, now that he was alone in the bathroom he couldn't find any thing to comfort him and the cold hard truth hit him.

He had just been rapped.

Scrambling across the floor, he threw up in the toilet, wincing in disgust when he realized that most of it was Raditzu's cum, a little bit of his dinner and his stomach fluids. It was all white and frothy and the sight of it made him sick again. Emptying his stomach into the procaine basin he began to sob.

Where was Raditzu when he needed him?

The same tiny little voice in the back of his head from earlier told him that Raditzu knew everything that had just happened was crying enough for the both of them. Sniffling he flushed the toilet and went to the shower, throwing himself in he turned the water on, giving no care at what temprature the water was set. Grabbing the soap he began to scrub, feeling dirty.

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Raditzu awoke with a growl, instantly rolling off the rack and landing on his feet. Leaping towards the bars, he threw himself at them. He had to get out, he had to help his mate. When the bars didn't give before his weight, he wrapped his hands around them, attempting to bend them out of the way with his strength. They wouldn't budge and he howled in anguish.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!" Broli growled himself, sitting up so he could glower at Raditzu. "Look, I let you fuck the Prince's brains out right there in front of me- and I didn't even do a damned thing! I didn't even beat off .. . . Just so you'd be happy, so I could get some sleep! Now what's your damned problem? Why can't you just shut up and sleep!"

"I'm going to kill Kakkarot."