A/N: If you read too quickly, you'll miss it...!
Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!
Part Ten
Several hours later, Goku lay awake in bed, staring at the bright northern lights above them. The sun wouldn't rise in this part of the world for months. The thought soothed him. There was no daybreak to wash away the events of last night.
He glanced over at Vegeta. Drool drifted down the side of his mouth. His gentle face crushed into the pillow. Vegeta normally woke up before he did, so it was a rare sight to see the Prince in such a vulnerable state. A soft snore made him stir in his sleep. He rolled over so his back faced Goku.
Goku pulled himself from the warmth of the bed to start the day. Well…it was still dark outside. But he felt well-rested enough to know he'd be bored if he stayed in bed. Once the last bit of the duvet slid away from his body, the cold grasped at his skin like a pair of claws. "Shit!" he yelled. His eyes bulged, and he looked over at Vegeta in fear. He was still asleep.
Why would Vegeta turn the fireplace off?! Goku grumbled and marched over to the other end of the room to start the fire again. Sighing, he sat on his haunches until the warmth burned through the cold at his fingertips and toes. There was a giant bearskin rug in the middle of the floor, and it felt heavenly against his bare feet.
He'd never been able to adapt to the cold. Briefly he wondered if there were any jackets in the closet they could borrow for later.
He looked down at the tent in his underwear. And what should I do about this little problem?
Vegeta's pleas earlier in the night hadn't fallen upon deaf ears. Goku wanted him. Badly. He'd dreamt about how it would feel to be inside of his lover, giving him every inch of himself in hopes Vegeta would love it just as much. Images of sweet, tender lovemaking filled Goku's brain. All he had to do was shake Vegeta awake to have his way with him!
I've got to get these thoughts out of my head. He peeled his clothes off and headed to the bathroom. It took a few minutes, but eventually the cold water shooting out of the shower head turned hot. The warm wetness on his skin was a pleasure. After the shower, he brushed his teeth with the complimentary brushes wrapped in plastic near the sink. Back in the main cabin, he pulled his underwear back on and let the heat from the fireplace thaw him out even further.
"Kakarot." A groggy voice called from behind him.
"Hey, sleepy head." Goku gave a shy wave from in front of the fireplace.
Vegeta fluttered his eyes open. "Is there a shower here?"
Goku pointed toward the bathroom door. "Thataway."
Vegeta dragged himself out of bed. He nearly fell to the floor like a dead weight. Goku jumped up to support him, but Vegeta clicked his tongue. "I'm fine." He stumbled, sleepy, to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.
Goku searched the floor for Gohan's digital watch. The shiny face gleamed back at him to reveal the time. It was technically 9AM, even though it was pitch dark outside. Maybe Vegeta would like to have breakfast in town? Drowsiness grasped at him again. He rolled over onto the floor like a cat, and let the slow heat warming his body take over him. Things couldn't get much better than this.
"Wake up, Kakarot." Soft finger tips trailed against his hip.
Goku opened his eyes. "Mmm?"
Next to him kneeled Vegeta. A white bath towel was wrapped around his slim waist. "Kakarot," he repeated as a whisper. He pressed his flat palm against Goku's chest. "I need you."
"Need me…for what?" Goku was fully awake now, and knew perfectly well what Vegeta needed.
"I want to feel you inside of me." Vegeta let his nails trail along Goku's pectorals. The sensation shot straight to Goku's groin. "I want to go the whole way."
Goku gulped. Vegeta's wandering hand was now moving south, and fast. "I don't think we should right now."
The gentle touch turned into a scratch. "Fuck me, Kakarot! What's stopping you!" He grabbed onto Goku's shoulders and shook him like a madman. "I want to be stuffed like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey! Porked like a Christmas ham! How hard can that be!"
Goku sat up to scoot himself away. "It's not that simple!"
"Do you need me to show you how to do it?" Vegeta crawled toward him across the bearskin rug. The bath towel unraveled from around his waist and pooled around his knees.
It's too hot in here! "Vegeta…Don't you think things are moving too fast?"
Vegeta laughed. He rolled onto his back. "I'll wait here until you're ready." He relaxed his knees and spread his legs wide open.
Goku pressed his palm to his forehead in alarm. Oh my gosh, he's never done this before! He let his eyes roam over Vegeta's smooth thighs and in between to his cock and balls. He could even see the space in between his slightly parted ass cheeks. Vegeta had laid himself out like a buffet. Which was cruel, seeing as Goku loved to eat.
"Oh boy," Goku mumbled. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You really want this, don't you?" His resolve was nearly kaput. He'd wanted their first time to be slow, sweet, and loving. More than anything, he wanted to show Vegeta he knew how to make love. But now…
He watched Vegeta's perfect chest heave with laughter. The Prince's hand trailed to his crotch, and he toyed with himself a bit. "Even after we got together a few months back," he said, "I always thought of you as this innocent, third-class hick from the forest."
Goku bit his lip. "Yeah?"
"Yes. But ever since that day you came to Capsule Corp and made me suck you off…" Vegeta tightened his grasp on his own cock and stroked upward. "I wanted to know if you could really live up to that moment when you had your dick inside of me. If you could really go through with it. You didn't."
Goku scooted a little closer. This was a new feeling for him…a mixture of arousal and anger. Vegeta knew all the right buttons to push to put Goku on edge. "You don't think I can really do it?" he asked.
"I've let very few men inside of me, Kakarot. Maybe you just can't live up to them."
Screw making love! "Prince Vegeta," Goku breathed, defeated. "May I have permission to fuck your brains out?"
"Yes."
Goku dove forward on the carpet, and planted his mouth in between his lover's legs. Taken unawares, Vegeta arched his back clear off the ground and cried out. He tasted incredible: the scent of fresh sweat, shower soap, and Vegeta's particular musk were all there. Goku pressed his tongue deeper and flicked against his puckered asshole.
Vegeta moaned in relief. He goaded him on. "Eat me, Kakarot."
Goku pressed Vegeta's right leg down to part him wider open. He lapped at the taut skin, tasting every shiver rolling and vibrating through Vegeta's body. "Gods, you taste good," Goku said, emphasizing the words with a series of quick tugs on his balls. Vegeta buried his fingers into Goku's scalp and clung to his head for dear life.
He gyrated his body in rhythm with Goku's licks. His clenching tightness weakened as the minutes passed by, accompanied by louder moans. Goku's tongue was past his sphincter and inside of him now, feeling him out. In and out and around. Goku had always wanted to do this. Just watch and feel Vegeta writhe beneath him as he pleasured the Prince with the simple twist of his tongue. He pulled away to nip on Vegeta's sack. "Feelin' good yet?"
Vegeta offered a weak whimper. Goku laughed, and attended to him again. To render Vegeta speechless was a skill few people could brag about. He drove his tongue deeper, until all he could do is flick it around deep in Vegeta's asshole and drool onto the rug.
"Uhhg, Kaka," Vegeta managed to get out. He freed his hands from Goku's scalp and clawed at the rug beneath them. Precum dripped from his tip and smeared against Goku's cheek. Goku could probably make him come, just like this.
He pulled his mouth away and watched his drool trail across the short space to drip on the floor. He took two fingers and pressed them deep inside Vegeta until his knuckles disappeared.
"Ah!" Vegeta lifted up off the floor again in surprise. Goku pounded into him in short, quick bursts. As much as he loved eating ass, he couldn't beat watching Vegeta's beautiful hole spasm around his hand. The fireplace cast a warm glow on Vegeta's sweaty body, and Goku imagined this must be what fucking a god was like. The Prince looked gorgeous panting against the floor like he was being tortured. Goku smiled and curled his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside him.
"Oh gods, I'm going to come." Goku watched Vegeta spasm, and spurt all over his own stomach. Goku could feel the orgasm in his fingertips, too, as Vegeta's hole sucked on his fingers. The Prince closed his eyes and groaned every second the white liquid dribbled out of him.
"Aww, I just got started," Goku said with a pout. He ignored the disappointed look on Vegeta's sweaty face and continued to finger him. The Prince wasn't getting off that easy. He licked his lips. "I haven't finished yet. Once I'm done, you're gonna have trouble walking straight."
Vegeta's lips curled up in pleasure. "Yes, Kakarot." His voice was weak. "Make me beg."
"Yes, sir!" Playful, Goku stuck his tongue out in mock-concentration. He removed his wet fingers out of Vegeta's ass, and lifted him up off the ground. In one motion, he flipped him over onto his stomach and slapped his ass hard for effect.
Vegeta yelped at the sting. "Keep doing that," he panted.
Happily, Goku obliged. His hand slapped Vegeta's right cheek until it burned red from the friction. In between slaps, he spread Vegeta's legs open wider, and used his free hand to finger him again.
Vegeta turned his head to look over his shoulder. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Goku laughed at the fruitless attempt. "You look so hot right now," he said, shoving a third finger into Vegeta. Vegeta's whitened knuckles twisted into the fur rug beneath them. With each short thrust inside of him, he gasped.
Goku couldn't believe how horny Vegeta was after coming only moments before. He was thrusting his hips against the rug just to have his dick touch something. He's never been this loud, Goku thought. All he wanted to do was bury himself in that ass and really let himself go. Prove to Vegeta he'd asked for more than what he'd bargained for. But to really make the experience worthwhile, he had to give Vegeta what he couldn't voice.
Goku powered up to Super Saiyan. Vegeta gasped, and shot a look over his shoulder. Goku knew even his fingers were bigger this way; Vegeta was tighter than ever around his hand.
"Please fuck me, Kakarot," Vegeta managed to cry.
"Oo, I'm not sure you're ready." Goku already felt his personality changing with the shift in his power. "Your ass is too tight for me to fit all the way in."
"Kaka…" Vegeta trailed off, losing his grasp on language again. He swallowed. "Please."
Goku shoved his own underwear off. He dipped forward. He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. Slowly, he inched his head into Vegeta's hole. A magnificent moan rolled out from the body beneath him. Goku sighed as he savored the warmth of Vegeta's wet back. Every gasp and every pant below him vibrated through his own chest. He slid his arms forward and laced his fingers with Vegeta's. Slow, he rocked only the tip of his cock in and out of the wetness, easing his way through the tight ring of muscle.
Oh…This feels amazing…The last time he was inside Vegeta, it lasted only a brief moment. This time, he could relish every thrust inside the smaller Saiyan's body. Vegeta cried beneath him. Goku knew he was hurting real bad, but gods, he was so unbelievably tight. Goku couldn't believe it was possible after all the licking and fingering from earlier. It was definitely different from having sex with a woman. Fucking a woman with a Super Saiyan cock was unimaginable. He wasn't sure if a normal human man could take this, either.
Vegeta crushed Goku's wrist between his fingers. "Do it already!"
Whoa, he's a stickler for punishment. Goku sank himself deeper until he pushed a satisfied moan from the body beneath him. White spots blinked in and out of his vision once he pushed far enough to be balls deep. "Shit!" Goku coughed, as if surprised it would feel this good. Part of him wished he could watch himself slide in and out of Vegeta, but maybe that pleasure could be saved for another day. He rocked his hips back and forth, acclimating Vegeta to his enormous girth.
"Punish me," Vegeta said in a tiny voice.
Goku had been gung-ho about doing just that earlier, but seeing Vegeta's current state made him wary. His back heaved in short bursts. The Prince was having trouble keeping his breath. The empathetic part of Goku's heart broke at seeing his lover take so much at one time. All those times Vegeta fucked him mercilessly, how had he put up with it?
Because I still loved every second of it. And with that, he lifted Vegeta off the floor and flung him onto the bed. He landed with a belly flop.
The Prince groaned at the loss of contact. "Stop being a pussy and fuck me already, Freiza!"
Goku paused. He was so horny and distracted, he thought he heard Vegeta say…Nah.
Goku pounced on him. He grabbed onto Vegeta's hair and tugged his head back far enough to bend his spine. "Shut-up!" he yelled. He smacked Vegeta's ass hard again, and this time Vegeta screamed out in pain. Without warning, Goku pushed himself to the hilt inside Vegeta and made him cry out again. His hips pistoned as fast as possible, using his grasp on Vegeta's scalp as leverage to pump to and fro against his body. He grunted at the friction. Vegeta was so godsdamn hot and tight around him, it was unbelievable.
Vegeta moaned long and low. "Yes, baby," he panted, "just like that."
Goku moaned at the affectionate word, and pulled on Vegeta's scalp until his upper body levitated a few inches above the bed. His well-muscled ass spasmed around his dick uncontrollably, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep it up. Something about seeing the Prince like this, completely and utterly submissive, and begging for him, stoked a masochistic fire within. "You fucking bitch," Goku growled, "I never knew how much you loved getting fucked in this tight little ass of yours."
The dirty words coming out of Goku's mouth must have done Vegeta in. He eagerly replied with, "Yea, treat me like a fucking whore."
For a split second, Goku had to think. He'd never thought of his love like a whore. Quite the opposite. But if Vegeta could get off on the fantasy, why couldn't he? Being Super Saiyan helped him plow past any more doubts in his mind. "You take cock like real slut, Vegeta. I bet you even like getting knocked around a little." Panting, Goku pulled himself out and flipped Vegeta onto his back. He slapped him clean across the face.
Vegeta arched his back and cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. "Kakarot!" he yelled in shock.
"Shut-up!" Goku used his opposite hand to slap Vegeta across the face. "Shut the fuck up, Vegeta!"
The Prince gaped back at him with wide eyes. Something deep in Goku twisted in anger. Here Vegeta was, wanting him so badly in this way, loving it. Loving the feel of pain and pleasure all bundled up together. Goku smacked the smaller Saiyan across the face several times until his mouth bled.
"Mm, Kakarot," Vegeta groaned. He helplessly raised his arms in the air to grasp onto Goku's shoulders for support. His mouth opened and closed to form silent words.
Goku knew what he needed. He lifted the Prince's ass in the air and plowed right into him. He hooked Vegeta's ankles around his neck and pushed forward until the Prince was bent over himself. The pleasure was making Goku dizzy. All he wanted in the world was to come. "Vegeta, baby," he gasped. Vegeta looked so beautiful with his mouth open in wonder. His eyes were rolled back into his head.
Goku had to fight every fiber of his being to keep his eyes open. The bed smashed against the wall with his rhythm, and he saw small bits of the wall crack and fall behind the bed. Oh God. They were mindlessly fucking now. Goku never believed such pleasure could rip through his body as to empty his mind of all coherent thought. Going by the drool dripping from Vegeta's slag mouth, he must be lost to his own nirvana as well.
Goku's balls clenched. He howled, and emptied himself deep into Vegeta's body. The orgasm rolled throughout him with a force he'd never felt before. Tears sprang to his eyes. Vegeta's asshole clenched tight around his cock, attempting to milk him of every last bit of essence he had. "Ugh, God," Goku groaned. He felt his own cum spurt out of Vegeta and spray onto both of their thighs.
He powered down from Super Saiyan and collapsed. They were an absolute mess, but he adored the feeling of wetness stuck between them. It wasn't until a minute later he felt the stinging sensation on his back. Vegeta's fingernails were firmly planted into his skin. Goku smiled. So the Prince wasn't the only one to leave this struggle hurt after all.
They lay pressed together like that long enough for Goku to lose track of time. With his ear pressed against Vegeta's chest, he concentrated on the Prince's heart rate. Over time it returned to a normal pace. Vegeta's fingers slid up from the middle of his back to his head. Goku expected to be punished for treating Vegeta so badly. Which was fine, since he could take it. But all he received were loving, tender rubs against his neck and scalp.
"Soo…" Goku blew out a hot puff of air. "How are ya?"
"Speechless."
"Me too," Goku said, ignoring the irony he committed. "You feel amazing, Vegeta."
"Me? Kakarot, I thought you were going to kill me." He paused. "You deserve a medal for that performance."
Goku laughed while trailing his hand down in between Vegeta's legs. "I really was hoping I'd make you come twice." He clenched Vegeta and felt he had a semi. He pumped his cock until it hardened from his touch. Vegeta spread his thighs open and allowed Goku to finish him off. It didn't take long—after only a few minutes, slow, but thick bursts of cum dribbled down Vegeta's cock to mingle with the stickiness already between his legs and on the sheets. He whimpered in what Goku assumed was relief at being shown mercy. Their screwing had crushed Vegeta's energy level down to the size of a pea.
Vegeta sighed. "Can we go back to sleep?"
"Sure." Goku curled closer to Vegeta. They'd have to catch dinner in town instead.
Goten was going to die.
Okay, that was an exaggeration. He had come downstairs for breakfast, and no one was there. He couldn't sense his father's ki, nor Vegeta's. His father hadn't come home at all last night, but that was a relief. He got his first good night's rest in months.
But now that he was in the kitchen, and there was NO breakfast ready, what was he going to do? Cook for himself? He couldn't remember the last time he did that. What was he supposed to do, just eat a bowl of cereal? ONE bowl of cereal? Had the world gone mad? Where was his father? Had he left in the night to fight an adversary, and died?
Goten ran back upstairs to his bedroom. He scanned his computer desk for his cell phone. He dialed his dad's number. It went straight to voicemail. He dialed Vegeta's number. It rang, but no one picked up. Near tears, he called the only other adult he knew could help. "Aunt Bulma!" he screamed into the mouthpiece.
"Whoa, kid! What's wrong?" she asked.
"Dad is gone! I don't know where he is! And I'm so, so hungry!"
Bulma laughed. "Oh, your dad didn't tell you about his date? He went out with Vegeta last night. I guess he decided to stay out pretty late." Bulma mumbled. "Lucky him…"
"B-but! But! BUT!" Goten sputtered and flapped his arms in the air. "I don't have breakfast! What am I going to do? My father left his only son here to die!"
"Jesus Goten, you have an older brother. Anyway, you can head over here for breakfast if you're that desperate for food."
"Thank you, Lord Dende!" Goten raised his hands in the air. "Praise be to him!"
"What a weird kid," Bulma said under her breath. "Just head over before you really lose it."
"Thanks!" Goten hung up the phone. Hastily, he put on his clothes and brushed his hair. He ran downstairs. When he passed his father's bedroom door, he skidded to a stop. A small, crumpled piece of paper was on the floor.
He quirked his brow, and picked it up. "The List?" he read at the top of the paper. He shrugged, and folded it closed. Without a second thought, he placed it on his father's doorknob handle. Hope that thing isn't too important! he thought. He dashed out the front door and flew straight toward Capsule Corp. Hopefully he made it there before succumbing to starvation.