Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Wouldn't It Be Good ❯ Wouldn't It Be Good ( Chapter 1 )

Vegeta looked around slowly, surveying the area where he had landed. Yes, this would do perfectly for his newest technique. It was nicely grounded, flat without too many dips or hilly terrain, clear of most trees and boulders, and there was even a little stream filled with fish a short distance away. So it had fresh food and water too.

Now, to test it.... Hovering above the ground, Vegeta concentrated, aiming for a lone tree set off by itself. His outstretched hand made a slashing motion and a vertical line of white energy slashed outward, halving the tree perfectly. Smirking, Vegeta settled to the ground. This would work perfectly.

Not far away, Gohan was walking home from school. Sure, it wasn’t his usual route, but this was not his usual kind of day. Videl hadn’t been in school today. She had the flu. That meant no “after school projects” to work on. Damn….

He bit into his apple and sighed. There was only one “project” he liked working on after school. And it wasn’t exactly homework. So, what was he supposed to do with all this pent-up energy?

Of course, these thoughts were running through his head so thickly he did notice where he was going—or who he was walking toward.

Vegeta had set up a routine, mixing his usual katas with the new technique, imagining a certain Saiyajin idiot halved. Sure he was supposedly the man’s friend, but sometimes the things he said and did made Vegeta want to just— Well, rip him apart piece by piece came to mind, especially because of his newest “thing”.

‘Sorry, Vegeta, I just haven’t got time to train today.... I’m busy.’

“Busy my ass....” He fired off a ki blast and growled as he turned to other pursuits, like cutting down more trees.

Gohan nearly jumped out of his skin when a shot flew an inch passed his nose. The apple flew in the air, knocked him in the head, and then rolled on the ground. It rolled next to a white boot.

“Vegeta....” Gohan whispered the name to himself. Quickly he ran behind a tree and peered around the trunk. Had he noticed he was there?

Snarling to himself, Vegeta was surprisingly unaware of his watcher or the apple. His thoughts were solely centered on one infuriating third-class. He’d planned on—well, screwing the other’s brains out. He’d found himself, lately, noticing little things in their spar, and it wasn’t which fist Kakarott was punching.

At first, he found the thoughts slightly disturbing, but just when he’d come to terms and decided to act on them the idiot had proven to be…an idiot. “Fucking Kakarott....” Punch. “Who does he think he is?” Roundhouse. “Denying me!” Another ki blast that rent a furrow in the dirt.

Gohan screamed; this time he was the one who was up in the air, not the apple. With a thud, he fell hard on the ground. He was wincing, and not just in pain. Hell, pain didn’t hurt. It was the humiliation. He always did have kind of a crush on Vegeta.

Okay, so he tended to think of the prince right at the edge of his orgasms, even the ones with Videl, poor girl. She was really hot. She just wasn’t.... Gohan put his hand on his face and groaned.

Vegeta halted all movement at the scream, whirling and crouching close to the ground, one hand splayed before him to steady himself. When he saw exactly what had gotten in the line of his fire, he stood with a growl.

Stalking forward and seeing the boy still moving and breathing, he tapped him none-too-gently with a boot. “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to get killed?” Of course, he conveniently forgot that he himself hadn’t been paying attention.

Gohan sat motionless, mouth open as he stared up at the prince. He meant to say it’s really hot, today, not, “You’re really hot, today.” He wanted to die. Damn pronouns....

Vegeta raised a brow, his mouth unhinging slightly. Gruffly, he turned away with a snort, folding his arms across his chest. “Of course...I’ve been training. Now what the hell do you want? I’m not up for small talk.”

Gohan jumped to his feet, forgetting to brush off the leaves and dirt. One twig was still in his hair. “I...” want you? He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Vegeta. Do you...need someone to spar with maybe?” He prayed he’d say yes. He wanted just a bit of a chance. He was so edgy, and Vegeta was just so...mmm.

He tried to smile. It came out like a smirk. He couldn’t hide the dirty thoughts that ran through his mind when the prince turned around and gave him a view of that perfect, tight.... “Ahh...ahahaha....” It was a nervous sound.

Vegeta peered over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “You can’t be serious? You expect me to train with you? I’d wipe the floor with your ass. How long has it been since you trained?” He smirked.

He shouldn’t talk about asses.... Gohan’s mind went on overdrive just hearing the prince say that word. He nodded slowly, narrowed his eyes, and felt the air hiss out of his nose. He was catching Vegeta’s scent. It was sweet, musky...riding on the breeze, delicious.

Vegeta’s other eyebrow rose to join the other and he turned fully, stepping close to the close-eyed demi-Saiyajin. “What—?” Of course, that was when he caught whiff of the other’s scent. Gohan was horny, very horny. Vegeta’s eyebrows climbed to his widow’s peak. “What are you doing?”

Gohan shook his head. He wasn’t sure what it was he was doing, to be honest. He just felt that edge, and that drive underneath, cut into him, even harder than it did with Videl. It might be because this was who he really thought of, if he was honest, after school.

“I was going to go study.” He thumbed behind himself and spoke with a casual voice, but he kept coming toward Vegeta. And he knew the older Saiyajin could tell he was not really in a “casual” mood. He was...not himself? No. He was more like himself than he usually was.

Vegeta folded his arms across his chest again, looking decidedly dubious. “Smelling like that?” He smirked and waved one hand at Gohan’s form. “You smell like a brothel. You go two feet within any Saiyajin or demi-Saiyajin and they’ll—well,” here an eyebrow rose again, and with that smirk this could well be construed as an invitation, “let’s just say Saiyajin do wilder things than these humans you play around with.....”

Gohan stopped in his tracks. That look was on his face…and his scent! Talk about a brothel! This was sex incarnate. He could almost lick the hormones in the air. In fact he nearly extended his tongue to do just that. It was so delicious. There was an insistent throb between his legs, and this strange voice in his mind was beginning to whisper incredible things to him—suggestions, ideas, positions, techniques—in a strange language he somehow understood. He put his hand on his temple and whined, looking back at Vegeta in confusion.

Vegeta walked close to the boy, closing distance. He continued to smirk, and his tail unfurled from around his waist. “What’s wrong, boy? Did you think you could interrupt my training smelling like that and…not pay a price?” He leaned up into the other’s face, canines glinting. “There’s always a price.... Willing to pay it?”

Was he willing to pay a price? He didn’t hesitate to nod. “Absolutely.” The word was easy. It was easy like him. He was too shocked to question it, to turned-on to stop himself. He shrugged off his vest and took off the shirt.

He repeated himself mentally several times. ‘Absolutely. Absolutely. Yeah...absolutely....’

He was shaking, shameless.... He didn’t care. This was Vegeta.... Oh fuck…Vegeta....

Vegeta leaned back; quite satisfied at the reaction he’d produced. Shit, and here he thought the demi-Saiyajin would’ve stuttered and stammered and all but flew to get out of here. Yet another Son had managed to surprise him. And–well can’t fuck the father then fuck the son. Reaching out with one hand, he idly traced a muscled chest. “Nervous?”

Gohan’s hands stopped; he stopped. Every muscle was stilled, only his eyes moved, riveted on the prince as a much practiced hand touched him. Oh, he couldn’t keep eye contact with him for long, though. He gasped and shut his eyes tight, biting his bottom lip as he leaned into Vegeta’s hand.

What did he ask him? Was it something about being nervous? The corners of his mouth twitched. “Beyond.” He shook his head. This wasn’t nervousness. This was something harder.

Vegeta nodded. “Understandable.” He stepped forward, until their bodies were lightly pressed together. “But you don’t have to be. One of us knows what they’re doing....” He chuckled at his own joke, the hand on Gohan’s chest trailing down to brush over his erection.

When he arched his body, Vegeta’s pressed him back against a tree. It made him grunt and buck against his hand. Gods, that hand…. He was touching him. He was touching him down there. Even through his pants, it felt better than Videl

Vegeta let out his breath in a soft sigh. The boy was responding quite well. This would be…interesting. Lips met the skin that adjoined neck to shoulder, lightly placing them there. A tongue darted out and sampled the pale flesh, idly wandering around as his hand pressed down and then up on the boy’s cock. He raised his head slightly. “Those pants come off?”

“Whenever you want,” Gohan breathed, grabbing the waistband and pulling down.

They tore away, and he didn’t care. No, he didn’t care a bit. He just wanted Vegeta to keep doing that. Gods.... His hands shot out, and he found Vegeta’s chest, fingers clawing at his spandex top.

Gohan groaned. “I’m falling....” His feet slid out from under him, and he joined his pants on the forest floor. Gohan knelt before his prince.

Vegeta’s eyes widened. Well, this was unexpected...unprecedented. He hadn’t fully foreseen Gohan, kneeling before him, out of it. Smirking he crouched down and lifted his face by the chin, meeting his lips in a rough, bruising kiss. He shoved his tongue in and immediately hooked it around the other’s tongue, sucking it back into his mouth. Well, he could certainly work with this....

Gohan’s back was arched, like a bow. And he opened his mouth completely, offering himself, totally, to Vegeta. Trembling fingers borrowed into the ground, and he rolled his hips in an unconscious cue as the prince sucked on his tongue. “Mmm....”

He struggled to breath, just to say the words. Gohan twisted his head away, and broke from those lips. With wide, unsure eyes he met the dark prince’s glare. “Fuck me?” he begged.

When he just stared back, Gohan pleaded, rolling his hips again as he leaned back against his palms. “Please?”

Vegeta leaned back on his heels, taking a full, long look at the boy. He couldn’t believe the boy was so…Saiyajin-like. Perhaps there was more than he thought to Gohan....

Taking the boy’s erection in one hand, he pumped languidly and casually, eyes never leaving the boy’s own. “How do you like it, Gohan? Hm? You fantasize this often? What happens?”

He was looking right in his eyes, holding him in his hand, pumping him, asking him. ‘How do you like it? Do you fantasize often?’ “Oh yeah...” he moaned and pumped into his hand. “I think about fucking...hard...really hard.... I think about...not fucking....” His cheeks got hot when the words slipped out. But he wasn’t going to deny it anymore. The voices in his head told him not to. This was his prince, after all. “Being fucked.” He swallowed hard and stared solemnly back at Vegeta. “Being fucked, really, really hard.”

Vegeta almost purred at the words coming out of Gohan’s mouth. Fuck it, he did purr. He leaned forward and placed his lips on Gohan’s collarbone, his tongue trailing a line from shoulder to shoulder slowly, little nips in between each stroke.

His hand continued to stroke him as he reached to undo his pants, pushing them down impatiently to free his erection. He was already dripping...and here was the boy, all splayed out and willing. It almost made him come on the spot. “Going to fuck you hard, Gohan. Going to fuck you so hard everyone will hear you scream. Do you want everyone to hear you scream, Gohan?”

“Fuck yeah....” Gohan was desperate. “Make me scream.” He could scream Vegeta’s name right then and there, go off in his hand like a firecracker and explode. But it wouldn’t be enough. Not until his prince was deep inside. “Make it hurt, Vegeta,” he said. But this was a whisper. “Hurt me really bad...” He threw his head back and mewed at the sound of those rich purrs.

Vegeta chuckled, forcing Gohan’s legs apart and up to wrap–well anywhere Gohan could manage to wrap them in his position. He wanted pain; he’d get it.

With one hard thrust, Vegeta rammed into the boy, gasping as tight heat gripped his arousal and almost sent him spiraling over the edge. He breathed harshly through his nose, stilling himself completely as his now free hand came up and gripped Gohan’s hair, twisting his head to once again lock lips, demanding the boy give as much passion as he was receiving in the kiss.

He nearly lost that scream in the air. Nearly let it go when the Saiyajin prince took him. One slip, one slam, one deep thrust and he was already inside. It HURT. Fuck!

He opened his mouth to let it out, and instead he took it. Vegeta took his scream and swallowed it whole, swallowed him whole as he sucked the breath out of his body and the strength from his psyche. Grinding...harder...harder...dry and deep—it was so intensely painful. Gohan wondered why he was aching for this. It was horrible!

Then—then he felt it. When Vegeta angled his hips that way, and fucked him hard, right into some secret place. It was so good. Gohan moaned and offered himself up, higher, for him. Yes...oh fuck….

Vegeta smirked through the kiss, driving into the boy again and again and hitting that spot he knew would make the boy scream. He finally released the lips he held, panting as he pushed his sweat-slicked body into and onto the other. He was driving into the other like  he’d never driven into another in years. The woman was…delicate and Kakarott wasn’t here. Vegeta looked down at the boy, smirking.

He might just keep this one around. Screw the father...his son was much too Saiyajin to let go.

Vegeta let out a gasp as he felt that tight heat suddenly grip him and almost laughed at the boy. He’d done that on purpose. Vegeta stroked fast and hard without warning on the other’s erection. Oh, it was time....

Gohan bit his lip so hard that he cut through the skin. He didn’t care. Vegeta was jerking him off, fucking him hard, and making him come so fast. It was...better than the best he’d ever had. It was more intense than anything he’d dared to dream about. Fingers drove into the dirt.

“Uh huh....” He felt his muscles lock up, and the tense white electricity began to concentrate high up in his thighs. “Fuck it hard, Vegeta. It’s your ass now. Ve—”

He threw his head back and the white-hot energy was bursting behind his eyes, through his body—everywhere. “Ge....”

He was pounding him even harder. There was no mercy. But he didn’t want that. He was going to give it all to his prince. He was giving every last piece of himself. “Tah-ah -ah....”

Vegeta gasped, neck arching as the boy suddenly clamped on his erection spasmodically, clenching and pulling and gods.... “Ah-haaaa...ngh.”

His come spurted out, coating the other’s insides, and he felt himself drift down from his peak, slumping against the other with part relief and part don’t-give-a-fuck. He smirked and lightly licked at the sweat-lined skin beneath him. “You make a good fuck, boy.”

Gohan was twitching, lying on the forest floor, blood rushing back to his head, feet skidding on the dirt. A good fuck…he was a good fuck.

He put his wrist over his eyes and chuckled. “So do you, Vegeta.” He looked back at him with a grin and winked. “A lot more instructional than homework.”

Vegeta blinked. Well, this boy was just full of surprises. Now he was actually bantering with him. He guessed ass fucking anyone would loosen them up.

“Hm, more instructional than math...is that a compliment?” He arched a brow and stopped the other from answering by claiming those lips again. The boy just tasted too good....

Gohan was kind of surprised. He thought Vegeta was done. He seemed done. No, wait…not if that throb that was pressing into his gut was anything to go by. He reached up and held on to his shoulder, opening his mouth as the prince swept his tongue into his mouth and tasted.

Gohan could taste him too. Vegeta was delicious, like a strange spice. He wrapped his legs around his waist and relished the feel of the beautiful, hard cock that throbbed in response. He was even more aroused than he was the first time.... Gohan moaned.

Vegeta hissed as he hardened inside Gohan. He almost couldn’t believe he was this hard again after just fucking. Almost…he was Saiyajin after all.

Smirking, he put both of his hands under Gohan’s ass, probing with his fingers for that spot where the Namek had pulled his tail off. He teasingly rubbed his fingers over it, anticipating the response.

“Vegeta!” Gohan sat straight up when he felt the electric zing that the prince sent up his spine. Shaking and shivering he was gripping his shoulders, helplessly staring as the prince began to move inside of him again. Wonder and lust sang in his veins. He dipped his head and licked the prince’s cheek. The instinctive voice told him it was reverential. He just knew it was good, that Vegeta tasted good. “Mmm....”

He wanted to come again when Vegeta’s hand kept playing with him. “Oh....” Another lick, then another touch, and another thrust. “It’s so fucking good, ‘Geta....”

Vegeta opted to ignore the shortening of his name, instead focusing on the heat that surrounded him, on the lick at his cheek. He hadn’t had this kind of attention in much too long, and he hadn’t even realized how much he missed it. “Go-hannnn.”

He pressed ruthlessly on the tail, close to coming again, so close to the other release that this was one was almost painful in its pleasure

Gohan was panting like in animal, keening as Vegeta kept pressing and pumping. He was so ruthless, unmercifully pushing past every barrier he had, every fake construction, driving deep inside, forcing Gohan to give in.

The dark part of Gohan, that hungry monster that with a hunger-thump would wake him up in the middle of the night, all hard and sweaty, it was there. He was there.

With a growl he rammed his hips toward Vegeta. “Fuck me as hard...as fast...as you can....” He licked his shoulder, his cheek, his neck, and then growled with need. “Fuck...just fuck...”

Vegeta groaned at the roughened voice that spoke in his ears. It was Saiyajin. It was such pure Saiyajin that he clenched his teeth and felt himself bite his own tongue. He sought out the other’s lips, clashing teeth and tongues and letting him taste Saiyajin blood as he rode him ruthlessly, driving in and out so fast that the two were merely a blur to anyone watching. Little pants and grunts worked their way out of Vegeta’s mouth, swallowed by the hungry lips that held his.

Fingers dug into flesh. Bodies slammed together. Vegeta or Gohan’s own body, Gohan couldn’t tell. He didn’t care, either. It just felt so damn right, his prince devouring him, taking whatever he was and making him whole. He could taste blood—his? It tasted like sugar. He sucked and fucked, nearly laughed out loud when they slammed into a tree and broke the trunk.

Vegeta could feel the shaking from the other. He was…laughing? Oh, he’d give something to laugh about all right. Releasing his lips and chuckling, he took one of Gohan’s nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling alternatively as his hand worked the boy’s cock and the other probed his tail spot. His driving rhythm did not stop...it just—changed angles, hitting the boy’s prostate straight on.

The laughter turned into a shriek- not from pain. No, pain was easy. This was blinding pleasure. His prince, this fucking hard, unmerciful, sexy bastard, was fucking him into oblivion.

“Ve...geeee...tah....” He fisted his hair and screamed again. Now he knew what that threat about screaming meant. It would feel too good. It would haunt him; it would make him crave more.... It was addictive... “Please....” What was he begging for exactly? “Please... you goddamn bastard.... Mor-r-r-r-r-re!”

Vegeta couldn’t help but laugh outright at that. Cursing him and begging him in one sentence. He left the nipple to move to his ear. “So Saiyajin. Where have you been hiding yourself all this time?”

Vegeta’s tongue flicked out and around the lobe. “I want you to come. And you’d better do it now...or you won’t come at all.” With that he slammed into the other, pressing down on the tail spot and clenching his hand around the erection, pulsing in rhythm to the pulsing he knew was coming from the boy’s balls. Softly, he whispered in the other’s ear, breath hotly hitting sensitive skin. “Come.”

“Ah! Vegeta! Fu-u-u-uck!” Gohan felt himself explode in Vegeta’s hand. Erupting, a quivering, twitching heap as the prince laughed, over and over, ramming harder and harder.

“Mmm....” Gohan’s head shook back and forth. “Mmmmm...” That whisper reverberated through him...it was so powerful...that command was so quiet, and yet it made everything go off like lightning. “Fu-u-uck me....” His ankles hitched around Vegeta’s hips and he arched his back, spraying shot after shot into the air.

Vegeta smirked, then gasped as Gohan tightened painfully around his arousal...and again...and again...and again.... And it was soon he who was throwing back his head and howling, simply letting everything go into Gohan. He deflated once again, and this time...he passed out on the way down.

Gohan was in a daze when he felt the hot forehead hit his shoulder. He sat still for a minute, still tingling from the intense orgasm, and then opening one eye, he saw wild, black hair, and that handsome, arrogant face.

Vegeta’s eyes were closed. And he was— “Are you awake?” Gohan sat up on his elbow, carefully raising his hand to touch that flame of hair. It was...soft. Hn, he didn’t expect that. He smiled, and gave in to the strange desire to taste it. One strand was in his mouth, sliding over his tongue. Sweet, he thought.

It took a few minutes for Saiyajin stamina to kick in, but when it did, Vegeta awoke to the strangest sensation. There was a light tugging on his hair and warm breath on his scalp. “Wha–what are you doing?” His voice was slightly slurred. Gods, he was tired!

“Mmmm....” Gohan was the one purring now. He never felt so... satisfied.... Every bone in his body ached in the most wonderful way. And Vegeta was lying on top of him, dripping with sweat and come like the most sublime poetry. “You taste fantastic... I didn’t know sweat and stuff could taste good.” He snickered and slipped his head down so that he could suck a bead of sweat off of Vegeta’s shoulder. “I didn’t know this could be so good.”

The mere mention of ‘this’ made Gohan growl. He wanted Vegeta inside of him. Fuck, who was he kidding? He wanted him any time, all the time. He leaned into the shell of his ear and whispered, “Anytime you need to....”

Vegeta’s eyes widened. “Gods.... Boy. Trying to make me fuck you again? I think we waited too long to do this....” He smirked and shifted so that he rolled out of and off of Gohan, lying still on the grass. The only bad thing about the sweat was the chill breeze blowing. “And of course it was better than you’ve had. I’m Saiyajin...you’re Saiyajin enough, and you’ve been fucking humans. There’s bound to be a difference.”

“Don’t make me wait too long for the next time.” Gohan sat back on his elbows, letting his eyes trail over the hard, tan lines of the prince’s body. He was so comfortable with himself, letting the sun filter through the leaves to make a patchwork over his skin. That incredible, unbroken tan on his skin looked divine. He must be naked outside, a lot.

Gohan smirked, and reached for the line between his abdominal muscles, tracing it down to Vegeta’s navel. “I have the feeling that once I’ve gone Saiyajin I’m not going back.” He put the tip of his finger into his mouth and sucked the moisture off. Mmm...Vegeta tasted so good....

Vegeta raised a brow and watched the incredibly erotic sight of the demi-Saiyajin, reclined like a sunning cat, licking his sweat off his finger. He smirked. “I hope not, boy. Cause I’d fuck you again to get you like this.”

“Oh?” Gohan raised an eyebrow and gave him an innocent look. “Like what?” He rolled over on his elbows and knees, and then pushed his ass out into the air as he pretended to stretch. “Like this?”

He looked over his shoulder and winked. “Or like this?”

He pressed his cheek into a pile of leaves and shook his hips in the air. “Nah...can’t be what you meant....” Gohan snickered as he sat back up, and then leaned down over the shocked Saiyajin to lick his cheek. He knew he was playing with fire. Hell, he was depending on it.

“Maybe I should just take care of this myself....” Gohan sat on his heels and began stroking himself.

Vegeta blinked, mouth gaping and not bothering to care that it was. This–-well, this was a price to pay indeed. But who was paying it? He smirked and rolled over onto his stomach. “You know you can’t ever get to that level we were at all by yourself.” He leaned closer to the other, so that the air from his words would hit slick skin. “You need me....”

Gohan closed his eyes and shuddered, a small smile on his face. “Maybe I like the idea of jerking off while you watch.” He opened one eye and grinned back at Vegeta. “You want to? Hm?” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “You want to watch me play with myself? I might not reach the same level, Vegeta. But...” he groaned and licked his lower lip with a slow tongue, “I can sure as fuck give you a show.”

He sighed, one hand pumping up and down as the other ran through his hair, then over his cheek, his neck, then over one nipple. Gohan tweaked his own flesh and groaned. “I liked how you sucked me there.,” he whispered. His hand was moving faster. “But I really liked...oh gods...what you did to me...down there...you...you,” he shuddered, “bastard.”

Vegeta smirked, taking in the sight of Gohan’s play with something like—well, pride. He was the one Gohan was thinking of after all.

As the last word came out of Gohan’s mouth, Vegeta frowned, suddenly flipping himself over and onto Gohan, hand trapped beneath him. “I don’t think I like you calling me that.” He swatted the hand away from the erection. “I think you need to be taught a lesson in what to call me.”

Smirking, he lowered his face to Gohan’s groin, his tongue licking lightly at the end. “I am your prince....” He slowly took the head of Gohan’s penis in his mouth, then slid it back out again with a ‘pop’. “And you’ll learn to love calling me that.”

Gohan shivered. No, it wasn’t cold. In fact he was hot. What made him shiver had nothing to do with temperature. Unless it was the heat, that incredible hot mouth that was encasing him. Holy shit, who knew Vegeta could deep throat?

Gohan couldn’t keep his hands from lacing into that wonderful, soft hair, even when those murderous black eyes warned him not to. “Ba—” He almost said it, felt the thunderous growling that made him want to come right then and there. “Prince,” he breathed, “Prince Vegeta....” He began pumping his hips into that harsh, masterful mouth.” Prince Ve-geee-tahhh....” It felt...right....

Gohan found himself tumbling to the ground, arms in the dirt as he tried to lift his back up, legs splayed on the forest floor as the prince positioned himself between Gohan’s knees, and bent over him, like a large, feasting predator. “Pr-prince….”Gohan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when Vegeta began— He was beyond words

Vegeta growled possessively around the mouthful of Gohan. By the hardness trapped between him and Gohan, he’d say that Gohan saying his title like that was well on its way to getting him off. He just needed to.... With a pleased grunt he found his aching erection and wrapped a hand around it, pumping in time to Gohan’s’ cries and his own bobbing motions.

Vegeta was relentless, ready to suck the life out of Gohan. And he wanted him to. He wanted him to take everything he had. “Prince....” Oh, fuck...his orgasm was like a knife. It was so fine, so sharp.... “My fucking...goddamn...prince.... Ngaaa!”

Vegeta was bobbing over his head again, jerking him hard and fast. He was making those smacking, popping sounds... He nearly came undone with just those sounds. “Prince Vegeta! I love saying prince-fucking-Vegeta!” Then he did come undone...all over....

Vegeta swallowed each burst as it hit his throat, reveling in the taste that was salty and musky and oh-so-right.... He leaned up, still stroking himself, rocking back on Gohan’s chest and abs in an effort to relief himself.

Gohan watched the prince, envying his hand as it went up and down on his visibly throbbing flesh. “Veget—” he was about to say something, but the look of concentration on the prince’s face, the come that was dribbling down his chin....

Gohan groaned and took his face in his hands, kissed him full on the mouth, relished the strange flavor of himself on his lips, then dipped his tongue inside. He dipped it in for just one stroke. “Let me touch you?” he asked. It was a quiet, reverent whisper. “Please, Prince Vegeta?” He kissed his prince again, gently as a bead of sweat dripped from Vegeta’s cheek.

Vegeta’s eyes were half-closed, breath coming out in harsh pants that would make for hyperventilation on anyone else. He reluctantly released himself, hands clenching at Gohan’s shoulder and breath ragged. “Better do it now....”

Gohan kept one hand on Vegeta’s cheek, looking deep into his eyes as he took his flesh in hand and began to pump. “Yes, my prince....” He never broke their gaze. He rubbed his nose against his, feeling his fingers dig into his shoulders, loving the break they made in his skin. The way he would pant when he moved up and down. The way his eyelids dropped and the corners of his mouth kept that smirk. They kept that sweet, fucking smirk.

“You are my prince, aren’t you? You own me, huh? You’re my prince. And I’m you’re boy, aren’t I?” He licked his cheek, several times. “Ready and willing for you. Anytime. Anywhere. My prince....” Gohan loved the way his cock throbbed, the way he swayed and shuddered. “Prince Vegeta,” he whispered in his ear, relishing the way he’d respond.

Vegeta nodded, words incoherent mumbles in Saiya-go. He was thrusting in that warm, calloused hand now. Shifting himself in and out and moaning wantonly. Nothing mattered but that hand there...that burn increasing and increasing and building and burning.

“You need to come, Prince Vegeta?” Gohan was swirling his tongue in his ear. “I can feel it, you do.” He sucked on the earlobe, gently biting it with his teeth. “I want you to come, Vegeta. All over me, mark me with it. Every time you look at me I want you to remember me with your come all over my body....”

Vegeta let out a yell, arching his back and throwing his head back as he indeed came all over the one coaxing his orgasm. His head snapped back down, eyes glinting darkly, and he lunged forward, teeth sinking into Gohan’s neck.

Gohan wasn’t expecting..... When the teeth tore into his skin he tried to scream, but nothing came out. There was just a rush and his head began to spin. Everything receded and the color bled from his sight. The voice in the back of his head hissed and he shoved his fingers into the black shock of Vegeta’s hair. Somehow he knew this was part of what he wanted. When the air came back into his lungs, only this came from his mouth, “My prince….”

Vegeta drew back, staring in dawning realization at the bleeding mark he’d left on the demi-Saiyajin.... ‘No...’ So thinking, and without a further thought to anything else, he took off, leaving nothing but a trail of gold behind him.

Gohan sat up, rubbing the bloody mark on his neck, feeling it somewhere, somehow in his chest, too. ‘My prince….’

He stopped himself from reaching out toward the gold trail in the sky. Gods...what the hell.... He shook his head and tried to think. But all he could think about was following Vegeta.

Vegeta ignored what he was leaving behind, that fleeting ki. He flew aimlessly, wind whipping about him, although he hardly felt it.

What the hell had he just done? He’d just— No, he wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t have done it. There was no way he could’ve.... It just—went against everything that was—him. He didn’t...but he did. Letting out a frustrated growl, Vegeta landed suddenly, leaving marks in the earth as he alighted. He’d arrived at—well, he didn’t know where the hell he was. But it was remote and—actually pretty nice, if he could be bothered to notice the scenery that is. Right now—he had bigger problems

Gohan slowly sat up, staring at where Vegeta had vanished before making a sound in the back of his throat. He took off into the air after the trail left behind.

He knew it was stupid, following the prince. Hell, he wouldn’t have done it at all, but he felt a compulsion to follow that golden streak of Vegeta’s. Energy sparkled like diamond dust in the sunset. The sight was strange and beautiful. A glinting arc in the sky; his prince was at the other end. He had to keep going. He rubbed the marks on his neck and drove through the air. He had to.

Vegeta paced across thick grass and kicked a rock. That was all he did, kicked a rock. And he scowled as it sailed through a tree and the tree actually fell over and into the stream, diverting the flow. Great, it was just his luck. Now he’d created a dam that would— And wasn’t he just melodramatic?

Still, the seemingly unrelated incident had kept his mind on his predicament. He’d just wanted some sex. He’d wanted it with Kakarott no less. And the boy had been there...and—gods he’d been so—such a little slut. He’d been such a little tease, so Saiyajin. And one thing had led to another. And now, he’d created a dam.

Gohan grinned in anticipation. The arc went down, catching the colors of the sunset. The effect was a deep crimson bow, glinting with what seemed to be millions of flashing red crystals.

He looked at the blood on his fingers. Some weird compulsion made him lick it off his fingers. That was the taste in Vegeta’s mouth now. He licked his lips and whined.

Vegeta…. Why did the name sound like a collection of obscene, erotic grunts now? Was it what they did or the mark? Maybe it was both? Gohan was in no state to figure that out. The only thing that made sense was following the blood red trail. He licked his lips again. Vegeta was down there. He could smell it in the wind— Gohan had caught his scent.

Vegeta looked up at the ki he sensed and frowned. Every instinct was urging him to flee, and a part of him hated himself for that—instinct. It wasn’t just the hate that kept him there. It was— Shit, it was what he’d done.... He turned around, arms crossed over his chest, eyes on the trail that was Gohan. He would wait.... And he’d—well, think of something most likely.

Gohan didn’t bother hiding his smile. The closer he got to Vegeta, the better everything felt. The wind was like a silk sheet flapping over his body. He touched down, the grass felt delicious between his toes.... Oh...every sensation became erotic when he caught sight of him. Vegeta was dark and deep. Black eyes...tan skin...beautiful, naked and hard.... He grinned, narrowing his eyes as he showed Vegeta his teeth.

Only then did Vegeta realize the state of their undress. He noticed it because the other was sporting a very— Clearing his throat, Vegeta turned his head slightly, frowning at the feral look the other held. Damn.... He turned suddenly, so only his profile showed to the other. He actually didn’t know what to say. And wasn’t that a first? Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyajins, at a loss for words.

“Hey,” Gohan said. He didn’t want to make Vegeta fly away again. He might change his mind and bolt still. “You wouldn’t have stopped if you didn’t want me to catch up with you.” He groaned rubbing his neck, letting his hand trail down over his body. Lower, and lower, just stopping shy of the place he wanted to touch the most. Then he looked at Vegeta and found something he wanted to touch more. “Want me, Vegeta?” He reached for him. “I think you want me to feel this way. Don’t you?”

Vegeta watched that hand trail down the firm body, almost not catching the words that went with the movement. He remembered that body. He remembered how to touch it and how to taste it. He remembered how to make it twitch and spasm. His eyes snapped back up to Gohan’s face. “I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to follow.” He kept his eyes trained on the other’s, not answering his question. He just…stared.

“You think it’s stupid? What you’re making me do?” Gohan took Vegeta’s hand and began sucking on the tips of his fingers, groaning and touching himself. “I’d call it something else.”

He gave his fingers one last lick then leaned forward, almost touching the prince’s ear with his lips. “Fuck me.” The whisper was very low, leaving a reverberating growl for Vegeta to feel when Gohan placed his hand over his throat, turning it in a strangely submissive gesture. It was strange, because he was still showing him his teeth.

Vegeta grimaced at the words, until his fingers were taken into warmth they well remembered. He barely stopped a moan with clenched teeth, unconsciously leaning forward. The boy smelled of—him. He was his. He’d claimed him. Hissing, he snatched his hand away from the proffered throat as if he’d been burned. “Our playtime is over....”

Gohan nuzzled his cheek, managing to lick his salty skin. “Quit wasting time. I know you need to. I know you feel it too.” He gave another lick. “Don’t you feel that? Mmm....”

His lips trailed down Vegeta’s neck, then down his chest. He was falling to his knees, relishing the feel of his cock sliding over the prince’s skin. “Mmmmm....”

Vegeta couldn’t stop his gasp as that wicked tongue carved out a pattern on his cheek, neck, chest.... “Godssssss....” His eyes were half slits...and the demi-Saiyajin was almost on his knees. His cock was dripping. He could see it just below the other’s chin. Just below that mouth...that lovely, delicious mouth. “Gohannnn.... You shouldn’t.... We shouldn’t.... Sto-op....”

“Unn...uhnnn....” He shook his head and defiantly touched the tip of his cock with his tongue. Gohan’s response was unchecked. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he groaned lowly, opening his depraved mouth and began sucking…hard, drinking in his taste. Narrowing his eyes as he looked up at the prince, he worshipped his cock, both hands groping his hips. He kneaded him.

Vegeta’s hands went to each of Gohan’s shoulders, gripping hard enough to leave bruises as his knees shook. Gohan’s pink tongue had stretched out and just—licked the tip of his cock. And gods.... He should push him away; he should stop him. He should— “Ah—” The sound was brutally cut off as Gohan’s mouth encircled his cock. Was the boy trying to swallow him?

Vegeta’s head fell back, eyes rolling backwards. The boy was a natural. He was a sex fiend! He was—his. He was all his. One of the holds on his shoulder shifted up to his hair, gripping it and pushing him into the cock, piston-ing his hips in and out of that hot, wet mouth. “Gohhhann....”

“Mmmm....” He was moaning and bucking his hips as he bobbed his head. Vegeta was so hard, so hot.... He loved the way he nearly ripped the hair out of his head when he forced him to go faster. The way his muscles worked beneath his fingers. He dug them in deeper and gladly let the head of his cock ram the back of his throat, over and over, faster and faster. Gohan could taste the come in his voice when Vegeta said his name that way. He wanted it so bad...the feel of it in his mouth, swallowing it down his throat....

Vegeta couldn’t stop his moans, couldn’t have stopped the pants of breath or the tossing of his head if he wanted to. And he didn’t...no he didn’t. Those lips were agony, that tongue exquisite torture, and the mouth like a furnace around his throbbing erection. He leaned back so far he almost bent in half and let out a scream as he came into Gohan’s mouth, feeling himself unbelievably letting out more of his seed than he thought was possible. Gods...the boy was.... His hands carded through his hair as his legs gave out under him. “Magnificent....”

Gohan was still struggling to swallow.... Hell, he would never get it all. The prince had burst like a dam in his mouth. All that come.... Gohan loved it. He scooped it off of his cheeks and licked it off of his fingers. It was not seductive; it was too artless. His motions were too spastic, too desperate. He was hungry for it. “Try some,” he said. He offered up a finger to Vegeta.

Vegeta let his weariness carry him down to where Gohan was, hands slipping from around him. He stared blankly for a few seconds at the offering, then reached a hand out and caught the wrist of the offered hand, bringing it slowly to his mouth and licking thoroughly around the digit. Swatting the hand away with a growl, he lunged at Gohan, knocking him off his knees and onto the ground, beneath the Prince as Vegeta viciously attacked his mouth, nipping the lips and driving his tongue in to curl around the other’s. Finally lifting his head, his eyes glinted with a feral light. “Mine.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Gohan pushed his hips up and ground into Vegeta in response. “Own me.” He spread his legs wide. “Fuck me, Prince Vegeta...” He pushed up again and clawed at his hips like a wild animal. “Fuck me...” He was whispering in his ear again. “Really hard....”

Vegeta’s eyes widened. Shit…. He’d just—well, he wasn’t exactly ready to— Looking down, he almost glared at his new erection, then he glared at Gohan. The little—

Vegeta gathered both of Gohan’s hands by the wrist in one of his. “You’re a little slut aren’t you? Little whore. My little whore. Say it! You want me to fuck you, so say it! I want to hear how much of a whore you are.”

Vegeta pressed his cock teasingly at the other’s entrance, just rubbing his head back forth against the puckered hole. “Beg me!”

“Please fuck me, Prince Vegeta!” Gohan arched his back and bucked with relish, then whispered, “Because your little whore wants you to fuck him. Good and hard.” He gave Vegeta a groan and felt something dark seep into him. “Fuck my ass,” he hissed. “Dry and fast. Make it hurt...”

At the first word Vegeta smirked. Ah, it was nice. It was nice to be needed. He hadn’t been needed in quite a long time. He leaned now, resting his body against the other, grabbing the other’s shoulders again, but this time with a firm caress. “Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you. You’re my little whore and I’m going to fuck you until you pass out.” With that growled out, Vegeta shifted forward, pushing down on Gohan’s shoulders at the same time, so that he was impaled swiftly. He stopped then, not moving, still and getting his breath back. “Gods, you’re still so tight. My tight little whore.”

The pain was so hot. So were his words, his breath scalded his skin. “Uh...oh...fu-u-u-ck!” He gasped and wrapped his leg around the prince. It burned.... Fuck, when he moved it felt like he was ripping him apart. “So...good....” He loved it.

Gohan pushed and rolled out his hips. Then he caught Vegeta’s chin and brazenly licked the sweat from his upper lip in an invitation as he kept moving beneath him. “Fuck me harder! Make it hurt more!” It was agony, so delicious, when he filled him up like that.

Vegeta met the lips that moved on his chin, angling his head just to the left so that lips parted and slid under his. His hips piston-ed nicely, smoothly in the other’s opening, moving slowly...so slowly. He let out a little gasp in the other’s mouth and broke away. “So good, Gohan. My good, tight little whore....” He just couldn’t get enough of that last word. He could never get enough. Letting out a long and low moan he arched his back, throwing his head backwards, and sped up, pumping in and out of the other with recklessly.

“Mmmm....” Gohan felt like a whore. That must be what he was. Yeah, he was a whore. Not just any whore, though. He was Vegeta’s whore. He owned Gohan, every part of him. Especially.... “My ass. Fuck my ass hard! Like that!”

He began to nip at Vegeta’s throat; he loved the way it worked when he called him that. Almost as much as he loved the way Vegeta was shoving himself into his tight flesh. Gohan could feel his orgasm, just beneath his skin, like fire. It was burning him up.

Vegeta’s skin tingled at each touch of teeth to his skin. Ah, it wanted to be cut. It wanted to bleed. He snapped his head down, black eyes piercing the other. “Want to be fucked hard, boy?” His voice was a low, guttural growl, an octave lower than any human could accomplish. He dipped his head, his eyes narrowed into pleasured slits, and tongued the bite mark he had left on Gohan. He was panting, feeling the other gripping him so…nicely. It was just so nice. “Know...what this...means? This mark...?

“No,” said Gohan. He bit his lip and thrust his hips upward, like a reflex when Vegeta did that. He arched his neck back and licked his teeth, over and over. Vegeta was overpowering every sense. Gohan felt so dark, so consumed. “You sound like....” He began to whine. His voice was unrecognizable, also. What was happening? Gohan didn’t know, but he could feel it overtake everything.

Vegeta carefully nipped at the still tender skin, smirking as he probed the edges of it with his tongue. He lifted his head a little, almost stilling completely inside of the boy. He laid light kisses on the mark, just to show the effect of the mark even with no other stimuli. “It’s a claiming mark.” He allowed his breath to whisper across the other as he again began to move. “It means your mine. No one else’s. Mine.”

Gohan’s body would tighten, and he rocked up and down under Vegeta. It took everything inside of him not to come just when Vegeta gave him the softest kiss, right there. It wasn’t just the kiss, though. It was the words; it was those words, ‘claiming mark.’ It was the dark chocolate sound of Vegeta’s voice and the power of his prince, claiming him as his whore.

“No one else’s,” Gohan said. He scratched his nails down Vegeta’s back and pushed himself up, hard and deep. “Yours to fuck. All the time. Yeah....” His hands grasped Vegeta’s hips and squeezed, hard. “Any way you tell me to.” He could fuck him on his knees under the dinner table, bent over in the GR, standing up with Vegeta’s hand over his mouth to muffle the screaming. Oh yeah...anywhere...anyway....

Vegeta smirked, moving faster now, harder and pressing the whole of his body onto Gohan’s sweat covered one. “Of course. Mine to fuck.” ‘Mine to—’

His poor little whore’s cock was being neglected. “Poor little whore. I forgot about this....” A hand wrapped around a dripping erection, pulling on it harshly. “You want me to take care of it?”

He snarled, bucked his hips and ground into Vegeta’s hand. His body clenched tightly. “Yours already....” He was coming.... “Fuck!” He stared into Vegeta’s eyes, fell back on his elbows, and arched his back. His wide, black gaze narrowed and he felt himself go off. Shot after shot. It was more than just coming. It was harder. It was nearly dying. Everything went black and he grabbed Vegeta’s hips again, melding him into his body.

Vegeta groaned and the sound climbed into a shriek, his voice going beyond the human limit to reach a level only Saiyajins and dogs could hear. He was coming hard...so hard into his boy, his whore, his, all his. He hadn’t owned something in such a long time.

His lips brushed the claiming mark again and he sunk his teeth in, this time drawing back and licking the wound with care, tasting the boy’s blood and almost drawing it out of the wound. He rested his head near the wound and panted quietly, sliding out of Gohan with a slick, high-pitched sound.

Gohan felt a throb. Some pulse that started where Vegeta bit him. Then he felt it harder and harder and harder...with each thrust. He smelled the blood in the air and his head shot up. There he was, his Prince, panting with a drop of blood dribbling down his lips. “I want some,” he said, extending his tongue.

Vegeta nodded once, as if granting a favor, and leaned into the mouth awaiting him, allowing the tongue to just taste it before pulling away. “I think I need to hear you beg more. I want to be sure you know your place.” He leaned in tantalizingly close but just out of reach. “Do you know your place?”

“I’m your whore.” Gohan came close, rubbed his nose against his and smiled. “All yours, Vegeta. My prince’s,” He rubbed against him, “little,” and another rub, “whore....”

Vegeta smiled, actually smiled, as the boy rubbed against him. He was so Saiyajin. “Gods, I’ve missed this.” He buried his lips in the other’s, tasting Gohan...nothing but Gohan. And wasn’t Gohan exquisite?