Summary: Goku and Vegeta continue their date, and things get awkward.
Goku had never imagined himself fucking a stripper up against the side of his truck in the middle of a parking lot.
Then again, it had been a weird week.
It all started on Friday night when he had finally broken up with Chi Chi.
"To be honest, I kind of knew this was coming," she had said as they sat outside on the porch of her father's house.
"You did?"
She nodded tearfully. "I had a feeling you haven't been faithful to me, Goku."
He frowned and stared down at his hands.
"I'm not totally oblivious, you know." She smiled despite the sharp pitch to her voice. "I've seen the way you look at Yamcha… It's not at all like how you look at me anymore. And I've seen stuff on your phone…"
Goku rubbed his face in his hands and groaned. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be. You can't change who you are, you know? I've thought about it a lot, and I've talked to Lunch about it. I just wish… I wish you had told me. And I wish you hadn't cheated on me…"
She broke down at that point, and Goku could do nothing but take her small body into his arms and cradle her against his chest as she sobbed.
The next day he told Yamcha his news. All shy, Goku had asked him out to dinner. They had hooked up a handful of times before then, each time hotter than the last, and besides that, they had always been such close friends. Goku's heart did flips in his chest as he sat across the table from the man he adored.
"So now we can make it official, you know?" Goku had said, eager and bashful, as he wrapped up his story about finally coming clean with Chi Chi.
Yamcha looked dumbstruck. "Goku, I…"
Goku reached out his hand and took Yamcha's in his own, savoring its warmth. It'll be so great to finally not have to hide anymore…
"Goku, I'm not really looking to make things… official. I thought… I thought we were just having fun as friends, ya know?" Yamcha had laughed nervously, and the joy that had been bubbling in Goku's stomach abruptly faded to panic.
Goku had a big fight later that night. His heart hadn't been in it, but he won anyway, putting on a show for the crowd anyway and taking home a nice chunk of cash, perhaps bigger than any winnings he'd made before. On Sunday he sat alone at home, flicking through the bills and wondering what the hell to do now. Exhausted, bruised and horny, he'd gone to bed alone.
On Monday he went to work. He took a different route so he wouldn't have to drive by Yamcha's place. Along the way, he saw it: Elations Extreme. He knew it had to be a strip club, but he hadn't seen it before. Intrigued, he looked it up on his phone later that morning. He learned that the strippers were men. He figured it might get his mind off of Yamcha if he went, even just to have a drink.
He chickened out of going that night. When he drove by again to scope it out, the place had been packed. He saw a ton of women lingering in the parking lot and sped away like they were predators.
But tonight, Tuesday, he had pulled in and the place had been empty. The man at the door had brought him to a stage near the bar where an incredibly gorgeous stripper danced at the pole. Goku couldn't take his eyes off the guy. He moved with a tantalizing grace, yet possessed a powerful masculinity that Goku had never sensed in another man before. He had to have him.
Fortunately, it didn't take that long to get them in a back room together.
What's the right thing to say after having some of the best sex of your life with a hot stripper?
"Umm." His stomach rumbled. "Are you… hungry?"
Vegeta had looked up from clearing some of the cum-stained sheets off the bed with a look of surprise. He hesitated. Then: "Yeah. But I'm not off work til later. Unless you want to make this an extended date."
"Sure! Let's get pizza!"
"Pizza is your idea of a date?" Vegeta smirked.
He had a lovely, infectious smile, snarky as it was. Goku grinned despite himself. "Well, I'm starving. And I have a fight tonight. It'd be fun if you came along."
Vegeta was pulling on the robe that had crumpled to the floor with a look of consideration on his face. "Fine. It's dead tonight anyway."
Goku hadn't actually been on a date with a man before… not counting the disaster with Yamcha from the other night. He threw down a stack of cash in payment for the sex and leapt to his feet. "I'll drive!"
"I'll follow you. Give me fifteen minutes to change. Go get a drink or something." With that, Vegeta left the room.
They had met outside and then taken separate cars to the pizza place, where Goku had ordered five large pizzas for them to share. He had sort of expected that Vegeta-with his slight stature and incredibly lean muscles-wouldn't be down for binge eating all the carbs and cheese, but Goku was impressed to find the smaller man holding his own.
They didn't say much all through dinner, though Goku occasionally found himself shifting around in his chair as his boner began to return. He couldn't keep his eyes off Vegeta, and his mind kept turning to the filthy things he wanted to do to him. It felt good to have been able to fuck another man. And he wanted more of it.
The fight had gone well too. But of course it did. Goku hadn't lost a fight in many, many years. The audience went wild for him. He was up against an old rival, a jacked bald dude who went by the stage name of Third Eye. Knowing that Vegeta was watching, Goku pulled out all the stops, even breaking open a few new moves. The more he fought the more exhilarated he felt. Every punch seemed to land with perfect timing and precision. The power of his blood and adrenaline and joy pumping through his veins spurred him to a flawless victory.
He caught Vegeta's eye at the end of the fight, as the bloodied, barely conscious body of Third Eye was dragged off the stage. The smaller man gazed up with a smirk, his arms folded over his chest in faux aloofness. Goku just winked and turned back to his audience, fists in the air as he absorbed their applause. In the back he downed a quick shot, cleaned up his bloody knuckles and all but ran out to find his date.
"What now?" Vegeta asked, a playful tone in his voice. Around them the crowd dispersed, people going to collect their winnings, hand over their losings or get a drink.
"We're going outside." Goku grabbed the smaller man by the arm and led him into the cool night. The late summer air felt amazing. So did Vegeta's warm body next to him, Vegeta's skin against his palm, Vegeta's smell on his body.
They reached his truck. Without taking a breath, Goku grasped Vegeta's shoulders and slammed him up against the side of his truck, then with a groan leaned down and smashed their mouths together.
He noticed Vegeta tense and heard him gasp-but then his cool hands had wandered up under Goku's shirt to feel his abs and twist his nipples. Goku didn't care that he was groaning like an animal already. He clutched Vegeta's face in his hands and kissed him fiercely.
"So fighting gets you hard, huh?" Vegeta asked in a whisper as Goku pulled away to catch his breath.
Goku laughed out loud. "Yeah, but it got you hard a little too, didn't it?" He reached down and easily found the hot, thick bulge in Vegeta's jeans.
Vegeta tossed his head back and sighed. "I'll admit it was an impressive fight."
Kneeling down, Goku made quick work of Vegeta's jeans, yanked away his underwear and dragged his tongue in one warm sweep over the underside of Vegeta's cock. Goku felt Vegeta's fingernails digging into his shoulders.
Vegeta tasted amazing. He hadn't been sure what to expect earlier-fucking a stripper and all-but everything about the smaller man turned him on: the way he tried in vain to stifle his groans, his constant smirking expression, his uniquely sexy flexibility… In appreciation of the latter, Goku lifted Vegeta's legs, hooked them up over his shoulders and held his ass in the air, giving himself perfect access to Vegeta's hole. Goku heard a thump as Vegeta's hands slammed against the side of the truck to hold himself steady. Without hesitating Goku buried his tongue inside Vegeta's crack and pressed it into his opening.
"Ohhhh fuck…" Vegeta rotated his hips against Goku's hungry mouth and dug his hands into the taller man's golden locks. Goku moaned in pleasure as he ate Vegeta's ass fervently, suckling and licking and nipping at the sensitive skin like he couldn't get enough.
Finally Goku didn't want to wait anymore. "I hope you're ready for me," he whispered, pressing Vegeta up against the truck again, letting the smaller man feel his strength and the heat of his cock in his jeans. "I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now, and you better be loud so all those people over there can hear you." Goku tilted his head toward the building where a crowd had gathered outside, smoking and drinking.
Without waiting for Vegeta's response, Goku undid his own pants and yanked them down. He maneuvered his cock against Vegeta's moistened hole, then began to edge himself in. Vegeta grunted, hands digging into Goku's upper back.
"I wanna know how good my cock feels," Goku muttered against Vegeta's ear as he continued to work his way in. Vegeta only whimpered, and Goku could feel him making an effort to relax to allow the huge cock to enter.
Goku let out a sigh as he felt Vegeta's muscles finally give way enough so that he could bury himself to the hilt. "There you go." He leaned forward and kissed Vegeta with soft moans.
Vegeta groaned incomprehensible words as Goku began to pound him without mercy. The sounds coming from Vegeta's mouth made Goku squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure. He almost didn't care how close he was. His whole body radiated with heat as he fucked the smaller man with abandon.
"What did I tell you?" he finally asked, slowing his rhythm and reaching down to grasp Vegeta's neglected cock. He found it dripping, swollen and vascular. "You're being a little quiet. I don't think those people over there can hear what I'm doing to you."
"You're fucking filthy," Vegeta muttered.
"You know what would be filthy," Goku began, emphasizing his words with a few deep thrusts that sent Vegeta's head rolling backwards, "is if I came in your ass then ate my cum out of it. What do you think of that?"
"Goddamnit!" Vegeta cried out. Goku kept working his cock, sliding the slick wetness over the head with a tight grip.
"Yeah, you'd like that? You want me to eat my cum out of that sweet, tight ass, don't you?"
"Fuck, yes!"
"Good. Get ready." Goku adjusted their positions, grasping his hands under Vegeta's firm ass, and began to fuck him in earnest again. He panted and his toes curled as Vegeta's cries grew louder, as did the sound of his back slamming against the side of the truck.
"Don't come yet," Goku warned. "It's my turn first." The mental image of his soon-to-be-realized fantasy drove him to the edge and he growled as his climax hit him. He buried himself deep, the tight clenching of Vegeta's ass milking him to the last drop.
"Hold that in," Goku finally panted as he pulled away. He put Vegeta down and roughly turned him to face him toward the truck. He kneeled and took a moment to enjoy the view of Vegeta's lovely ass, round and plump and his for the taking. With needy fingers he spread apart Vegeta's cheeks and teased his tongue along the sensitive hole.
"Mmm," Vegeta hummed.
"Oh, you can do better than that." Goku reached up and began stroking Vegeta's thick cock, eliciting a deeper moan. Satisfied with where this was going, Goku again buried his face in Vegeta's backside. He felt the smaller man relaxing and soon he tasted his own hot, salty cum dribbling out onto his tongue. "Mmmph," Goku moaned appreciatively.
Above, Vegeta had begun thrusting against his hand, his cries growing louder each time.
"Ah… I'm gonna come… fuck!" His legs quivered as his cum shot against the side of the truck and dripped down to the ground. Goku gave a few final swirls of his tongue, enjoying the way Vegeta twitched in response, then pulled away.
"Happy now? I'm sure that crowd over there got quite a show," Vegeta said dryly as he pulled his pants back up. It was dark in the parking lot, but a few drunken cheers came from the crowd still gathered outside the door.
Goku grinned and adjusted his own clothes. "Sorry. I've just always wanted to do that."
"Hmph."
"Anyway, now what-"
"Wow, what a show," a voice called out of the darkness. Goku squinted and looked around.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Vegeta hissed.
"Hey, Kakarot!" A tall man with a mane of wild, spiky hair walked around the side of a nearby truck.
Goku's eyes widened. "Raditz?" The absolute last person he would have expected to see tonight stood before him. While Raditz was his big brother, they had never really gotten along, and it had been at least two years since they last spoke.
"I saw your fight in there and wanted to come say hello but it seems like you were… preoccupied." Raditz had his hands in his jeans pockets with a shit-eating grin on his face. Casually he glanced over at Vegeta, and Goku watched in confusion as Raditz's eyes widened and his mouth dropped. He burst out laughing.
"What is going on?" Goku asked, feeling stupid now.
Vegeta crossed his arms and looked over to the side. "Raditz is my ex," he muttered, spitting out the words with disgust.
"Holy shit, Vegeta! Guys like Kakarot aren't your usual clientele. Lowering your standards a lot, huh?"
"Hey!" Goku cried indignantly. "We're just having a fun night out."
"Yeah, we all heard." Raditz leaned in to Goku's ear, but said loud enough for Vegeta to hear: "So what'd you think of that tight ass? Nice, right?"
"Ugh!" Goku pushed his brother away, then turned to apologize to Vegeta. The smaller man was walking away.
"Aww. He's still bitter because I dumped him." Raditz crossed his arms and leaned up against Goku's truck.
"Vegeta!" Goku called. "Hold on a sec!"
"Hey Vegeta! Whose cock is better, mine or my brother's?" Raditz bellowed the question loud enough for the whole town to hear. Despite his and Vegeta's loud public sex only moments ago, he felt intensely embarrassed by Raditz's lewd words.
Vegeta got into his car and slammed the door.
"Raditz, what the hell?" Goku ran his hands through his hair in exasperation.
"Come on, little brother. Let's go get wasted! I owe you a couple of drinks."
Goku watched as Vegeta drove away, his car kicking up dust in the parking lot. He felt his heart drop. He couldn't pinpoint why he felt so bad. It had just been a random fling with a stripper, right? And how was he supposed to know that Vegeta and Raditz had been together? Still, he found himself quickly coming down from his high from the thrill of the fight and the amazing sex. With a sigh he turned back to his brother.
"Fine. A couple drinks. And stop calling me Kakarot, would you?"