Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What You Need ❯ Chapter 1

Pairing: Vegeta/Goku

Disclaimer: Tch! If you people don't get it by now you never will...

Warnings: YAOI, PORN, (that's right folks, nice twist of lemon) PWP/TWT, OOC

Archive: ask

What You Need

He twisted in midair, about to deal a devastating blow, when his opponent shouted out.

"There! Behind you, Kakarrot!"

It was the oldest trick in the book. Dirty pool. And he fell for it.

"Wha??" He turned to seek out the unknown threat, hair blazing golden behind him. Doubled fists dropped him like a ton of bricks into the cratered landscape, the glow around him fading out as his body created yet another indentation in the grassy swath of their sparring grounds. Hair fading to black, his body twitched as he hovered between consciousness and oblivion, blood rushing in his ears.

There was a faint tap of boots striking the ground, and a low accompanying chuckle.

"What's the matter, Kakarrot? Something got you down?"

The smirk was almost palpable, sunlight reflected from bared teeth. The saiya-jin prince folded his arms and stood waiting patiently for his sparring partner to regain his senses, looking far too smug for Goku's taste.

"Dammit, Vegeta! You fight like a five year old when things don't go your way!"

Goku's growl of frustration was all but inaudible, even to saiya-jin senses. He rocketed up from the broken ground, eyes narrowed on the slender warrior facing him. The prince's retort was less than acceptable.

"I'll fight any damned way I please to win, Kakarrot! When it comes to true battles one cannot allow sympathy or mercy. There is no honor in losing."

Vegeta flicked a speck of dust from his gloves, never mind the smears of blood and sweat across the knuckles. He felt the first note of uneasiness as the larger warrior's chin dropped and his voice took on a tone of determination usually reserved for the battleground.

"I know what you need, Vegeta. You need a lesson."

One white boot scraped the ground as the prince shifted, his glowing spikes of hair lifting higher as the other's power level suddenly skyrocketed, his opponent's jagged locks of hair flashing gold as they lifted in the aura of energy that exploded around him. Sizzling teal glimmered with intent, and Vegeta's eyes widened. He turned, instinctively, to flee.

"NNAAAAAHH!! "Come back here, you cheater!"

Goku surged forward, his anger increasing as he saw Vegeta turn and run. His hand extended and shot a burst of ki, hitting the other saiya-jin between the shoulderblades and sending him tumbling across the ground. Goku was on him in an instant, crouched over the smaller form, a low growl building in his chest. Vegeta bared his teeth and hissed.

"Get off me, kisama!! Third class fool!!"

He struggled to free himself from the hand clamped tightly around his wrists, kicking and twisting to no avail as the larger warrior held him firmly.

"Like I said, Vegeta, I know what you need."

A smirk to rival the prince's own lifted Goku's lips, the glowing green of his eyes taking on a savage gleam. Vegeta swallowed heavily as his heart staggered in his chest, his eyes widening as the other drew him close, the rumble of his words so distracting that he nearly missed their content.

"First, you need to be taught a little etiquette lesson."

Goku's grin widened as the prince increased his struggles to escape. He was going to enjoy this.

"I think somewhere a little less…open…will do. Don't you, Vegeta?"

Ignoring the inarticulate growls and snarls of the fuming prince, Goku brought two fingers to his forehead and concentrated. The two flickered and vanished, leaving the cragged plain empty and windswept in their wake.

****

Goku rematerialized, the prince slung over his shoulder and beating at his back, just inside a small clearing along a deep streambed. The air was heavier here, moist and cool and full of birdsong. The peaceful atmosphere was shattered as Vegeta kicked and cursed at his captor.

"Bakayaro! Kisama! Put me down!"

Vegeta's fists rained down over the brawny warrior's back, impervious save for the occasional grunt. He noted the change in the air first, and pausing, looked up at the tumble of foliage and vines leading down to the edge of the stream.

"Where the hell are we??"

Startlement overrode his struggles, though his feet still kicked and flailed where the other's heavily muscled arm kept him pinned over the expanse of shoulder.

"Oh this is someplace I've been saving for a special occasion, Vegeta."

Goku's amused tone was punctuated with a sharp slap to the ouji's ass. Vegeta's head snapped up with a surprised yelp, just in time to smack into an edge of rock as the younger fighter hauled him into a low cave. Stars sparkled across his vision, the sharp pain dulling and aching all the way down his back. The cursing returned tenfold.

"Itaiiiii!! Kisama!! Teido bakayaro, kutabare!"

The prince thrashed as he held the back of his head. Goku laughed and gave him another sharp slap on the ass as he stepped deeper into the grotto.

"Oh come on, Vegeta, it's your own fault for trying to get away. Besides, it can't hurt that much."

"Kiss my ass!" The prince blinked around in distraction. "Where the hell are we, Kakarrot?"

Not a cave proper, the hollow beneath the rocky overhang had been carved out over successive years of flooding by the stream outside, the sides slowly worn away until only a few irregular pillars graced with decades of vined growth shielded it from the outside. There was a greenish glow as sunlight filtered through, leaving dappled patches of light to shift across the canted floor that was carpeted by thick moss and velvety ground cover. The faint drip of water from deeper shadows testified the river's continued wearing down of stone.

Goku dropped the raging prince like a heavy sack onto the soft flooring and grinned down at him. Vegeta's eyes sparkled with outrage and not a little trepidation. His heart pounded in his chest, and the fine hair at the nape of his neck bristled at the wild smile on the other's face. The burly warrior's voice dropped and he crouched next the slighter form. The prince felt more than heard the rumble within the younger saiya-jin's chest.

"Like I said, Vegeta, I'm going to give you what you need. I thought this would be a nice out of the way place." The earth-raised saiya-jin's smirk deepened. "Where no one can hear your screams."

The prince's throat flexed audibly, his eyes going wide as the other reached down and peeled his battle-soiled gloves from his hands. He knew he couldn't overpower the younger fighter, especially in such close quarters where any firing of ki would bring the entire cliffside down on them. It didn't matter anyway; he was too distracted by the warm hands that were stripping off the tight fabric of his shirt. He was too stunned by the smooth and confident way the other warrior moved, unlike the happy-go-lucky smiling idiot he usually portrayed. His voice almost trembled.

"K-Kakarrot?"

Ebony eyes glittered in the half-light, and canine teeth gleamed as the question was met with a feral smile.

"Yes, Vegeta?"

The low rippling tone sent a shiver down the prince's spine; indeed this was Kakarrot, the saiya-jin warrior he kept hidden from his friends and family, the vicious fighter who knew no bounds on the battlefield. Looking at him, Vegeta no longer felt like a prince; now he knew that Kakarrot had never truly been replaced with the backwoods idiot, only kept carefully reserved for times when he was needed, or desired.

A gasp was the best he could manage through his tightened throat as he was unceremoniously hauled across Kakarrot's lap. He struggled weakly, cursing himself for being unable to overcome the strength and fascination of the other. He went still, eyes going wide, as a large hand swept up his thighs and over his ass. The other's voice seemed to purr at him.

"I think you need to learn to watch your mouth, Vegeta. You don't have to use all that foul language to get someone's attention."

Vegeta bit back a noise as fingers fisted in the back of his spandex pants and tugged them down. A rough palm rubbed over each rounded cheek of his ass as his fingers sank into the loamy moss, his heart leaping into his throat as he felt his flesh tighten in expectation. Kakarrot bent his head down over the writhing form in his lap, purring softly into his ear.

"You need a spanking, Vegeta."

A startled cry rang out within the rocky hollow, accompanying the sharp slap of skin on skin. The prince shook as a burning sensation crept across his ass, grunting as the second harsh slap sounded out. Gritting his teeth together, he was determined to endure whatever retribution the other inflicted on him. Another shiver chased up his spine as the rough voice sounded again in his ear.

"The next time you want me to listen, maybe you should try the word `please'."

Kakarrot's wicked chuckle filled Vegeta's ears as his calloused palm rained down a series of sharp slaps, each one seeming harder than the previous. The prince was soon writhing and groaning as the fire on his skin began to sink into him, the squirming of his hips leaving no doubt in the larger fighter's mind that Vegeta was enjoying it in a most perverse manner.

"Mmmn, what's this, Vegeta? You're even more hentai than I thought. Bad, bad Vegeta."

The strokes of his hand continued, faster and rougher, he gazed down in appreciation at the prince's ass, now glowing red. Vegeta's breath was labored; he had to struggle harder and harder to keep back his cries of pain. A strangled whimper tore free as he was turned, his cheeks glowing nearly as red as his ass as Kakarrot pushed the spandex down over tensed thighs. Taking his time exploring taut skin over hardened muscle, Goku's grasp gentled as he shoved boots and all from the prince's feet.

"Hmmm, yes you are bad, Vegeta."

The prince could only stare at him, until Kakarrot's hot palm wrapped around his fierce erection, stroking up and down firmly. He cried out, eyes losing focus as a calloused thumb rubbed over the now-slick tip. Sensation surged through him in conflict; the burn of his ass made more intense as skin rubbed on skin, the heavy hand somehow gentle and demanding as it sent pleasure rippling through him. He stared unseeing at the water smoothed rock ceiling, eyes glazed and dilated as the torment continued.

"Don't you agree with me, Vegeta?" The rumbling voice sounded expectantly in his ear, for an answer the squirming ouji was incapable of expressing, even if he had been able to understand the question. "No? I think you need to be taught another lesson."

Kakarrot shifted the prince slightly, cradling him in one arm as he continued to stroke and rouse the pulsing flesh in his other hand; he cast a wicked smile down at the shivering body in his lap before laying him out on the mossy ground.

He was entranced by the flush on the ouji's cheeks, the arching and rocking of his hips; he took a moment to simply admire the lean body. Then his gaze caught the pearly gleam of wetness at the tip of Vegeta's cock and, unable to resist, dipped down and wrapped his lips around the pulsing flesh, his hand never ceasing the slow inexorable strokes.

"Mmmm…"

Vegeta nearly screamed as wet heat encircled him, his hips thrusting up greedily only to be pinned down and held while the other slurped and sucked eagerly at him. The incredible sensations washing through him only built as the talented tongue danced up and down over his flesh. Slender fingers sank into velvety black locks, fisting and locking as he struggled under the tormenting heat. The prince's breath burned in his lungs as he panted, somehow never seeming to get enough air no matter how he gasped.

"Ahhh! Kakaaahhrrot!!"

The teasing lips quirked up around Vegeta's cock as the prince's control finally slipped, but continued to torment the swollen flesh with long licks and suckles, taking him deeper. His hand left the throbbing length and slipped down to caress and stroke the tightened sac beneath, squeezing lightly.

Kakarrot's own arousal was building, and he began to wonder how soon his control would be lost as the soft cries and mewls of pleasure sent goosebumps rippling over his skin. He doubled his efforts, forcing his throat down around the hard flesh and nuzzling into furry spikes.

Vegeta's entire consciousness was focused. There was nothing but himself and the other; no up, no down, no light, no dark, no sun or moon. But oh yes there were stars. Bright flashes flickered across his vision, his body felt feverish and his limbs weak. Finally he gasped out the only word that his tongue could manage, his only salvation as the torment of his flesh continued unabated.

"P-Please!!"

A low purr sent vibrations wracking through him, leaving him sobbing for breath. Finally the torturous mouth left him, rending a wail of disappointment from the prince's throat. The soft voice stroked him as surely as had hands, lips, and tongue.

"Shhh, it's alright, Vegeta. I know what you need."

Strong hands turned and lifted him so his knees pressed into the moss. Vegeta gasped and panted, a strangled moan escaping as he trembled with need and desire. His cries increased as a hot tongue suddenly swept up the cleft of his ass, wetting and teasing the tight ring of muscle tucked within.

"AHH! GOD!"

There was a throaty chuckle as warm lips left his skin and trailed up higher, rough hands gripped the prince's hips tightly and held him in place as the heated tongue delved roughly over the furry patch of his tailspot.

"Mmmn, yes Vegetaah, I am your god."

The licks and nibbles at the prince's tailspot became rougher as Kakarrot released one hip and reached down to stroke himself, spreading the slick evidence of his arousal up and down his steely erection. He moaned against the dip of Vegeta's spine as his cock pulsed eagerly, slickness growing as the prince's needy cries filled the twilight cavern.

"Ohhh yes…Vegetahh…"

The prince's fingers dug into the sweet moss as solid heat prodded at his tingling flesh, the cry of need in his throat tearing free in a shriek as the thick length was suddenly sheathed within him.

He went still, the burning pain of the rough entry searing through him in delightful spasms as he trembled head to toe. He finally gasped a breath, tears of reaction trailing down his face as unyielding heat began to thrust in and out.

Kakarrot's own shout of pleasure rang off the stone as he buried himself in molten heat. His hands trembled on the lean hips as he slowly withdrew to the tip of his aching cock. He didn't know how long he could last at this rate; Vegeta's body felt so hot and tight. He plunged back in greedily, damning and worshiping the thrashing form beneath him. A muscled arm slid beneath and around his chest and cupped him close, holding the prince in place as Kakarrot threw control to the winds and began pounding ruthlessly into searing tightness.

Vegeta's howl rang out and filled the small space as the calloused palm returned to stroke his throbbing cock, the flashes of light across his vision became blinding as climax slammed into him, wracking through his body in heavy waves. He trembled violently beneath the muscled form above him, his flesh rippling as thick jets of cum fired into the moss-carpeted ground.

Just as the echoes of the first cry began to fade, Kakarrot's own shout of bliss roared out, briefly silencing the sounds of ongoing life outside the grotto. Vegeta's eyes rolled up as bursts of heat exploded into him, driving him into a void of pleasure. Both muscled bodies slumped to the ground in exhaustion, and all was silent but for heaving breaths and a deep reverberating purr.

****

Vegeta woke to the cool swirl of water that eddied around him as he leaned back against something warm and solid. He blinked up at leaves dappled crimson by the glow of sunset, and briefly wondered where he was. It was then he felt the form behind him shift, reminding him where he was and who had brought him here.

"Kakarrot…"

His voice was hoarse from screaming, and his cheeks flushed as he recalled the wild sounds and sensations. His companion's voice was softer, though no less affected by his own screams.

"Hai, Vegeta?"

The prince twisted in the other's embrace, his eyes flashing angrily.

"It was MY turn!"

He landed a punch to the other's shoulder.

"Ow! Vegeta! That hurt!"

Goku rubbed the soon-to-be bruise and grinned at the glowering prince, daring to dip his head and plant a kiss to the regal lips.

"Kisama! No more than my ass!"

Vegeta folded his arms and attempted his best glare, only to be forestalled as warm arms wrapped around him and drew him near. Goku's hands slid down to rub and soothe the offended ass, and his lips grazing over the twin crescent scars on his mate's neck. His voice was an amused murmur against warm spiced skin.

"Vegetaaah…I always know what you need."