Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What You Got ❯ Why Can't I Just Be Realistic? ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Jady 
Vejita finds himself in this new world. Mmm... and also finds a yummy nude Kakarrotto! Rated NC17, though don't tell anyone at ff.net that!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.19.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 520 | Status: Work In Progress
Vejita finds himself in this new world. Mmm... and also finds a yummy nude Kakarrotto! Rated NC17, though don't tell anyone at ff.net that!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.19.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 520 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes: I totally understand if anybody is confused. (I've gotten a few questions asked.) The switching back and forth through dimensions and timelines is a little strage. Feel free to ask questions. I promise to answer!
Warnings: graphic sex in this chapter. (Man, what a bitch I am. I just got my account deleted for this, too. Lol)
Disclaimer: No own DBZ!
Chapter 5: Why can't I just be realisitc? -
Snapping opened with a snarl, Vejita jerked up from the bed, eyes searching the room around him. It was too familiar for his comfort. Many days and nights he'd slumbered in the same bed… when he was serving beneath Frieza, loyally and willingly. A small trunk rested at the end of the bed, filled with scouters, armor, and gi with matching boots and gloves. It was a simple trunk, large and brown with black trim. The bed sheets were dark blue. Two doors sat in the room, one leading to a bath and another to the hallway of the spaceship.
The sound of running water filled Vejita's ears. His gaze snapped towards the door that led to the bath just as it swung opened - revealing Kakarrotto.
The wild maniacal look in his eyes told Vejita immediately that Gokou was no longer within that body. The Saiyajin wore a simple gray towel circling his waist. The wild locks of hair dropped down with the weight of water. Vejita stiffened as he realized he wasn't clothed. He grabbed the first thing in reach, a large pillow off the bed, and hid his nude area with it as he ducked back beneath the covers of the bed.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu," Kakarrotto greeted with a yawn, dropping one of the towels on the floor. He moved towards a second trunk hidden behind the doorway that Vejita had missed and pulled out a dark blue gi, tugging it on without concern that his firm butt was in direct access to Vejita's vision… along with the tail.
Kakarrotto had a tail!
Vejita's eyes darted directly down to his own rear end, ecstatic to find that he, also, once again had his beloved tail. Kakarrotto finished dressing, running a hand through his mated locks of hair. He frowned firmly as he saw Vejita. "What are you so fucking happy about?"
"N-nothing…" Vejita muttered with confusion, which was quickly overwhelmed with rage and a glare that the Saiyajin would dare speak to callously to him. His unclothed state kept him from standing and launching at the Saiyajin to beat the lesson in his head, along with the strangeness of the situation.
He was nude in his bed… a bed that, apparently, Kakarrotto shared with him. Vejita knew that it wasn't because there was a bed shortage. The complete opposite was true. Frieza's ship had a endless supply of spare bedrooms that were normally used by slaves, but the death rate was so high there was always more than plenty of extras. Frieza's didn't frown upon sexual relationships between those loyal to him, so it wasn't rare for two to share a bed… and there was no reason to hide it…
He and Kakarrotto were lovers.
"Kami," Vejita hissed, crawling back away from the senshi as he began approaching. A dark grin played across the normally perfectly happy face as the younger Saiyajin crawled up on the bed, on his hands and knees, until Vejita found himself falling over the edge, head connecting with the floor.
Above him, Kakarrotto stretched out across the width of the bed, ankles crossing in the air behind him. "What is it, Ouji-sama? Did I hurt you that bad last night?"
Vejita snarled and launched as the Saiyajin's throat. Kakarrotto dodged skillfully enough, rolling to the side to leave Vejita stretched out on his stomach on the bed, tail snapping angrily in the air. In a flash Kakarrotto had straddled his thighs, hand circling around the base of his tail.
Screeching to an immediate physical and mental halt, Vejita was quick to realize as Kakarrotto lovingly stroked the frizzed fur of his tail that he could again feel the pressure. Frieza had never shattered his tail! The happy thoughts faded as his vision became fuzzy. Kakarrotto continued the pleasant ministrations on the thick sensitive fur, fingers rubbing against the fragile bones. His entire body shivered violently as his shaft hardened against the soft blankets beneath him. Vejita's hands curled in the fabrics, his nails ripping into the mattress. "Kami! Kakarrotto!"
A hellish purr echoed out from above him. Kakarrotto leaned down, his muscular chest rubbing along Vejita's spine. Softly his nose brushed against the back of Vejita's ear, forcing the Saiyajin no Ouji to tilt his head aside. A sharp pierce of his throat caused a feral growl to roar from inside his throat. He arched into the touch, the scent of his own blood filling the air. At that same moment as the younger Saiyajin claimed him, Vejita felt something pierce his entrance, shoved inside in a single swift thrust. Pain exploded infinitely times worse than the mark had been, causing Vejita to shriek madly as his back arched with the pain. His tail circled around Kakarrotto's hips, trying to tug him away, but in that same moment the dominate man pulled out gently and shoved back in, replacing the ach with an almost pleasant sensation. Vejita writhed beneath the Saiyajin, snarling and unleashing a string of violent curses in an infinite number of languages. Kakarrotto's tail circled beneath him, grasping his hardened shaft tightly and stroking. Vejita felt his eyes watering with the shivers of pleasure that echoed through his nervous system, threatening to fry out his brain.
With a violent roar, Vejita climaxed, shredded the pale sheets beneath his fingertips. As his body clamped down on Kakarrotto's shaft, the younger Saiyajin followed his lover, unleashing his seed within the tight confides of Vejita's buttocks. Kakarrotto collapsed, his head resting against Vejita's shoulder blades as the two caught their breath and regained their senses.
"What the hell is going on?" Vejita snarled after a moment, shoving Kakarrotto onto his back. The satiated lover fell back against the pillows, his eyes slit as he yawned before frowning. "Damn it, Ouji, I just took a shower."
Vejita snarled as he jumped to his feet, grabbing a towel that had found its way to the floor. He circled it around his waist, held up tightly by his tail, and turned to glare at the man who should have known himself as Gokou. "I want to know what's going on, and I want to know now; damn you!"
Kakarrotto stared at him blankly.
"We're supposed to be killing Frieza, you baka! What about the Prophetess! We are supposed to find her and help her escape!"
It was then, as Vejita looked upon the confused face of the dark haired man that rested only a few feet away from him, limp shaft exposed without care, hands clasped behind his head, that he realized something was off. Kakarrotto was so unblemished, his face soft and silky, without the wear and tear of endless battles of unimaginable violence, struggles, and worries. He was smaller, reaching almost exactly Vejita's height, if not an inch or so shorter. His muscles were small, undefined, though still visible. It dawned on Vejita as he watched Kakarrotto sit up, his moves jerky and unpracticed instead of graceful and instinctual. "Nani?" snarled the young Saiyajin.
Spinning, Vejita darted into the connected bathroom. The door slammed against the wall behind it. The mirror was still somewhat steamed from Kakarrotto's shoulder. Vejita grabbed the edge of the sink to keep himself from sliding on the bare floors. He ignored his lack of grace in his panic. Reaching up, he wiped away the smoky whiteness… and gasped.
Before him, in the mirror, stood young Vejita Ouji at the age of twenty. His dark spiked hair was tinted with brown streaks that had yet to fade to black. His eyes were smaller, simpler, and hadn't yet seen all the horrors that awaited him. He, too, was somewhat shorter, though only a little. His muscles were barely visible. He and Kakarrotto hadn't only been sent through a dimension, but through time as well!
"Vejita, you need to calm down," came the young youthful voice of Kakarrotto. He couldn't be more than sixteen! Vejita spun around at the voice with a choked cry, his tail striking the edge of the sink, sending a sharp pain through his nervous system. Vejita snarled and stumbled away with a wince of pain. It was going to take some getting used to, having his tail back. He'd been without it for nearly fifteen years. Kakarrotto watched him with worry, leaning against the edge. "Vejita, stop!" he roared, stepping forward. Vejita stepped back, his eyes wide. Not only was Kakarrotto a child, but his thoughts and mind had been combined with the insanity that Gokou had been cursed with when he had traveled through time also.
This was pissing him off…
"Gokou!" he roared, the voice sounding like a curse on his tongue. Kakarrotto glared at him. "Vejita, have you gone crazy?" roared the young Saiyajin. He stepped forward and grabbed Vejita's shoulder, shoving him against the wall. "You need to watch your mouth and get control over yourself! I don't know what the hell you were dreaming about, but it fucked you up, and bad. Now get a grip! Frieza is expecting us at any moment now, and if you talk about the Prophetess in such a manner you'll be killed! You know how fucking in love Frieza is with that Saiyajin!" Kakarrotto cursed, turning around, his tail waving madly with his rage. Vejita watched in agape silence as Kakarrotto left the bathroom and proceeded to dress again. He hadn't even been aware that he'd undressed…
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TBC
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Warnings: graphic sex in this chapter. (Man, what a bitch I am. I just got my account deleted for this, too. Lol)
Disclaimer: No own DBZ!
Chapter 5: Why can't I just be realisitc? -
Snapping opened with a snarl, Vejita jerked up from the bed, eyes searching the room around him. It was too familiar for his comfort. Many days and nights he'd slumbered in the same bed… when he was serving beneath Frieza, loyally and willingly. A small trunk rested at the end of the bed, filled with scouters, armor, and gi with matching boots and gloves. It was a simple trunk, large and brown with black trim. The bed sheets were dark blue. Two doors sat in the room, one leading to a bath and another to the hallway of the spaceship.
The sound of running water filled Vejita's ears. His gaze snapped towards the door that led to the bath just as it swung opened - revealing Kakarrotto.
The wild maniacal look in his eyes told Vejita immediately that Gokou was no longer within that body. The Saiyajin wore a simple gray towel circling his waist. The wild locks of hair dropped down with the weight of water. Vejita stiffened as he realized he wasn't clothed. He grabbed the first thing in reach, a large pillow off the bed, and hid his nude area with it as he ducked back beneath the covers of the bed.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu," Kakarrotto greeted with a yawn, dropping one of the towels on the floor. He moved towards a second trunk hidden behind the doorway that Vejita had missed and pulled out a dark blue gi, tugging it on without concern that his firm butt was in direct access to Vejita's vision… along with the tail.
Kakarrotto had a tail!
Vejita's eyes darted directly down to his own rear end, ecstatic to find that he, also, once again had his beloved tail. Kakarrotto finished dressing, running a hand through his mated locks of hair. He frowned firmly as he saw Vejita. "What are you so fucking happy about?"
"N-nothing…" Vejita muttered with confusion, which was quickly overwhelmed with rage and a glare that the Saiyajin would dare speak to callously to him. His unclothed state kept him from standing and launching at the Saiyajin to beat the lesson in his head, along with the strangeness of the situation.
He was nude in his bed… a bed that, apparently, Kakarrotto shared with him. Vejita knew that it wasn't because there was a bed shortage. The complete opposite was true. Frieza's ship had a endless supply of spare bedrooms that were normally used by slaves, but the death rate was so high there was always more than plenty of extras. Frieza's didn't frown upon sexual relationships between those loyal to him, so it wasn't rare for two to share a bed… and there was no reason to hide it…
He and Kakarrotto were lovers.
"Kami," Vejita hissed, crawling back away from the senshi as he began approaching. A dark grin played across the normally perfectly happy face as the younger Saiyajin crawled up on the bed, on his hands and knees, until Vejita found himself falling over the edge, head connecting with the floor.
Above him, Kakarrotto stretched out across the width of the bed, ankles crossing in the air behind him. "What is it, Ouji-sama? Did I hurt you that bad last night?"
Vejita snarled and launched as the Saiyajin's throat. Kakarrotto dodged skillfully enough, rolling to the side to leave Vejita stretched out on his stomach on the bed, tail snapping angrily in the air. In a flash Kakarrotto had straddled his thighs, hand circling around the base of his tail.
Screeching to an immediate physical and mental halt, Vejita was quick to realize as Kakarrotto lovingly stroked the frizzed fur of his tail that he could again feel the pressure. Frieza had never shattered his tail! The happy thoughts faded as his vision became fuzzy. Kakarrotto continued the pleasant ministrations on the thick sensitive fur, fingers rubbing against the fragile bones. His entire body shivered violently as his shaft hardened against the soft blankets beneath him. Vejita's hands curled in the fabrics, his nails ripping into the mattress. "Kami! Kakarrotto!"
A hellish purr echoed out from above him. Kakarrotto leaned down, his muscular chest rubbing along Vejita's spine. Softly his nose brushed against the back of Vejita's ear, forcing the Saiyajin no Ouji to tilt his head aside. A sharp pierce of his throat caused a feral growl to roar from inside his throat. He arched into the touch, the scent of his own blood filling the air. At that same moment as the younger Saiyajin claimed him, Vejita felt something pierce his entrance, shoved inside in a single swift thrust. Pain exploded infinitely times worse than the mark had been, causing Vejita to shriek madly as his back arched with the pain. His tail circled around Kakarrotto's hips, trying to tug him away, but in that same moment the dominate man pulled out gently and shoved back in, replacing the ach with an almost pleasant sensation. Vejita writhed beneath the Saiyajin, snarling and unleashing a string of violent curses in an infinite number of languages. Kakarrotto's tail circled beneath him, grasping his hardened shaft tightly and stroking. Vejita felt his eyes watering with the shivers of pleasure that echoed through his nervous system, threatening to fry out his brain.
With a violent roar, Vejita climaxed, shredded the pale sheets beneath his fingertips. As his body clamped down on Kakarrotto's shaft, the younger Saiyajin followed his lover, unleashing his seed within the tight confides of Vejita's buttocks. Kakarrotto collapsed, his head resting against Vejita's shoulder blades as the two caught their breath and regained their senses.
"What the hell is going on?" Vejita snarled after a moment, shoving Kakarrotto onto his back. The satiated lover fell back against the pillows, his eyes slit as he yawned before frowning. "Damn it, Ouji, I just took a shower."
Vejita snarled as he jumped to his feet, grabbing a towel that had found its way to the floor. He circled it around his waist, held up tightly by his tail, and turned to glare at the man who should have known himself as Gokou. "I want to know what's going on, and I want to know now; damn you!"
Kakarrotto stared at him blankly.
"We're supposed to be killing Frieza, you baka! What about the Prophetess! We are supposed to find her and help her escape!"
It was then, as Vejita looked upon the confused face of the dark haired man that rested only a few feet away from him, limp shaft exposed without care, hands clasped behind his head, that he realized something was off. Kakarrotto was so unblemished, his face soft and silky, without the wear and tear of endless battles of unimaginable violence, struggles, and worries. He was smaller, reaching almost exactly Vejita's height, if not an inch or so shorter. His muscles were small, undefined, though still visible. It dawned on Vejita as he watched Kakarrotto sit up, his moves jerky and unpracticed instead of graceful and instinctual. "Nani?" snarled the young Saiyajin.
Spinning, Vejita darted into the connected bathroom. The door slammed against the wall behind it. The mirror was still somewhat steamed from Kakarrotto's shoulder. Vejita grabbed the edge of the sink to keep himself from sliding on the bare floors. He ignored his lack of grace in his panic. Reaching up, he wiped away the smoky whiteness… and gasped.
Before him, in the mirror, stood young Vejita Ouji at the age of twenty. His dark spiked hair was tinted with brown streaks that had yet to fade to black. His eyes were smaller, simpler, and hadn't yet seen all the horrors that awaited him. He, too, was somewhat shorter, though only a little. His muscles were barely visible. He and Kakarrotto hadn't only been sent through a dimension, but through time as well!
"Vejita, you need to calm down," came the young youthful voice of Kakarrotto. He couldn't be more than sixteen! Vejita spun around at the voice with a choked cry, his tail striking the edge of the sink, sending a sharp pain through his nervous system. Vejita snarled and stumbled away with a wince of pain. It was going to take some getting used to, having his tail back. He'd been without it for nearly fifteen years. Kakarrotto watched him with worry, leaning against the edge. "Vejita, stop!" he roared, stepping forward. Vejita stepped back, his eyes wide. Not only was Kakarrotto a child, but his thoughts and mind had been combined with the insanity that Gokou had been cursed with when he had traveled through time also.
This was pissing him off…
"Gokou!" he roared, the voice sounding like a curse on his tongue. Kakarrotto glared at him. "Vejita, have you gone crazy?" roared the young Saiyajin. He stepped forward and grabbed Vejita's shoulder, shoving him against the wall. "You need to watch your mouth and get control over yourself! I don't know what the hell you were dreaming about, but it fucked you up, and bad. Now get a grip! Frieza is expecting us at any moment now, and if you talk about the Prophetess in such a manner you'll be killed! You know how fucking in love Frieza is with that Saiyajin!" Kakarrotto cursed, turning around, his tail waving madly with his rage. Vejita watched in agape silence as Kakarrotto left the bathroom and proceeded to dress again. He hadn't even been aware that he'd undressed…
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TBC
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