I warned you guys about a litlle yaoi. Well, here's it is! Just a little.

Disclaimer: I refuse to say anything.

The next night, the Saiya-jin prince finally decided to go home after flying around the city for hours. Vegeta rushed up to his apartment angrily and kicked in the door, breaking the lock. Spring gasped when she saw Vegeta entering the room and made move to run out. In lightening speed, he gripped her up by the neck and held her in mid air. His gums tingled where he knew his canines were growing. His ki rose until the temperature in the room rose with it.

"I told you to be out of my house when I got here," he growled.

"I'm sorry," she choked out. She managed to look in his eyes and saw how red they were becoming. "Please," she wheezed out.

He slowly lowered her to the ground and put his hands down as though he couldn't believe he was about to kill someone after almost 3 years of being homicidal free. Spring backed away slowly but then noticed something that she otherwise wouldn't have. He had a hard-on that was about to break his pants. As much as she wanted to run like all hell, the sight of his erection aroused her and flashbacks of the previous morning came to mind.

Vegeta smirked when he realized what she was staring at. His head lowered and he looked at her through some of the hair that fell in his eyes.

"I told you to be out of my house when I got here," he repeated.

She breathed heavily, trying to cool the fire that suddenly built up inside her.

"And because you're still here, I might as well use you," his tone lowered dangerously until it was barely more than a growl. "I'm in a savage mood, Spring."

The way he treated her while they were together came back to her. She didn't think her body could handle the bruises, hickies, and explosive climaxes like the day before. The only reason she stayed at his house was to recuperate and she thought explaining this would cool him.

She wasn't trying to underestimate him again.

She literally ran out the apartment, his shirt and her pants with her shoes in her hands. Vegeta growled and turned away from the sight before he picked up his lamp and threw it against the wall. With the cover of darkness, he went to the smashed door his apartment and surveyed the damage. This wasn't the first time he'd scared a woman out like this. Thinking about women, he thought about the reason he'd come back home in the first place.

Fighting with the other idiotic Saiya-jin gave him a woody out this world.

He went into the space he reserved for his artwork (he was a Visual Arts major at the local university) and got another door that fit the frame. This wasn't the first time he'd smashed his door in and always kept spares so he could fix it. The toolbox sat beside the doors and he carried both as though there wasn't a problem. His neighbor walked by hesitantly and flashed him a smile; he snarled back and placed the door in its frame. As he screwed the pieces in, he thought about how would he alleviate his dick this time.

He had plenty of women who were willing for the job but they never lasted as long as he wanted them to. After they came twice, they complained they wanted to sleep and was tired and he almost had to work to get one more reaction out of them before they fell out. He growled as he finished the door and ripped off his clothes.

Why the fuck was he so god DAMNED horny? He had fought many times before. He had even fought against other Saiya-jins but it seemed like his dick particularly liked the fight between himself and this Saiya-jin. He couldn't understand why though. He stomped into the studio, took out a canvas, and emptied a stand. When was the last time he painted something in memory of Vegeta-sei?

Just as every time he painted, he let the emotions take over him. He didn't think about what colors he put on his brush, or the strokes that he knew would make up a picture. He just.let it happen.

There he stood, the naked prince pouring his soul out onto a small canvas and blindly staring into the darkness. The emotions and ferocity he painted with drove his hand wildly across it, like a ballet dancer across a stage. Music from his mind and memories from his past flashed behind his closed lids and moved across the canvas. After a while, he realized he was out of room and picked up another. But this time, the painting was slow. Vegeta didn't dare open his eyes but he felt his change of emotions as though it were an out-of-body experience. The brush caressed the blank paper lovingly, bringing Vegeta's mind to something he knew he'd never experience before.

Outside of his body, the prince felt a contentment and let it hold him. It almost felt as though someone were massaging his scalp and the way that happened, made him paint with care. He didn't know what happened, but his body relaxed almost as though it were a lover's hands trailing his body. The mood was sensual but arousing. Someone was sucking his dick slowly and roaming their hands over the expanse of his chest.

He moaned and rocked slowly within the rhythm of the mouth that moved over him. Wandering fingers found his tail and circled the base of it, right where the appendage met his back. Vegeta jerked slightly, but his painting hand hadn't left the page. The presence stood and came towards him, the heat from its body warming Vegeta from the cold night. The others lips slowly found his and sensually kissed him until he was panting in need. The hand that held the brush fell, along with the palette that held the paints. He still hadn't opened his eyes.

"Vegeta," the voice breathed. Oddly enough, the Saiya-jin prince began trembling instead of becoming alarmed at the prospect of someone being in his house. He stood on tiptoes; intuitively knowing he would have to in order to get a kiss. Something warm touched his lips and he opened his mouth once he realized it was a tongue. The other's tasted so good; he thought he'd melt from just that one taste.

"Vegeta," the person breathed again.

Vegeta inched closer, rubbing his body against the strong presence. It didn't seem to alarm the prince at all once he realized it wasn't a woman he was rubbing against. No, the person was all man and he wanted it. Vegeta's hands roamed downwards on the man, brushing past his tail and going straight for his straining erection. He pushed his hand inside the man's pants, and felt every inch of him, constricted against his under garments.

"Vegeta," the man moaned.

Vegeta grinned and pulled the man's dick out, pumping him once the length was exposed. Distantly, a phone rang.

The man moaned loudly as the prince pumped him harder, making precum ooze slowly out.

The phone rang again.

The prince smiled with his eyes closed and felt the man loosen his grip on Vegeta's tail to come around and pump Vegeta's dick in sync.

The phone rang again.

They pumped each other faster and faster, Vegeta moaning at the same time as the other man. The man reached around and yanked the prince's tail with just enough pressure, moaned and Vegeta started coming while snapping open his eyes. Vegeta looked at the painting that had just a drop of come on its surface and he swore while trying to wipe it off with a towel. He still couldn't see what he had painted because it was dark but decided it wasn't ruined by his natural reaction.

The answering machine clicked on in the other room as Vegeta observed the white substance that was on top of the fallen palette and still oozed from his softening dick.

*Hmm, I guess that was the first time my woody went away by itself*

"Hey, you know who you called, you know what to do."

Beep.

"Hey, Vegetable. It's Jessenia." Vegeta's ears perked. "I'm calling from the diner because I want you to stop by me and Goku's house tomorrow morning. You think you could do that because Goku won't be home. We need to talk and if you have any questions, I'd prefer you call me here. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, and the address is 102 Blank street. It's floor 80, Apt. 812; just in case you don't remember. The number here is (202) 495- 6371. Adios."

The message clicked off and he smirked. I'm hungry now, he thought. What better way to talk without Goku knowing about it then to visit the wonderful Jessenia at work?

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The light snapped on yet the room was steamy from where Jessenia just left. Something brown and fluffy wiped the steam off the mirror as black eyes looked over a body. Goku stared at himself naked in the mirror and flicked his tail back and forth. According the Jessenia, Vegeta had had a tail as well but Goku didn't notice it. Even though he loved playing with it, Goku knew the importance of keeping his tail around his waist so he didn't understand why Vegeta would suddenly flash his around. Most of the time, especially when Goku was in a fight, he kept it firmly around his waist so no one could yank it. However, if someone touched it the right way.

He reached behind and stroked the tail, noticing his normal reaction. His tail was more a source of pleasure than anything and it felt so good when Jessenia gave him a massage and paid special attention to his tail. He grinned as he imagined her giving him one right now. The hands felt wonderful in his hair and the way they instantly trailed down to his tail made him moan aloud.

Before he lost himself in the images, he stepped in the shower and turned the spray to the hottest it would get. Hot water never scorched him before so this type was almost cold to him. He missed taking baths out in the middle of the night in front of his house as the water boiled over a large fire. Tilting his head back under the spray, he let his imagination take over him. As was ritual, Goku fantasized about meeting a perfect woman (preferably a Saiya-jin so he could see what happens when he massages her tail). He grinned wholeheartedly as her image came to mind.

She was short and, similar to his, had a mass of black hair standing up in spikes. Her back was packed in muscle, as were her arms as she painted something passionately. Right above the crack of her ass was the tail, swinging excitedly as she let what she was feeling in the painting take over. Suddenly, her painting slowed as she apparently realized he was there and Goku approached, words unreachable to him at this moment.

The man didn't turn but he reached for another canvas and began painting slower, the mood obviously changed in honor of Goku's appearance. He closed his eyes as Goku looked at him, and recognized the face. At first, he wasn't alarmed but reached for the man's hair, itching to know just what emotions were going through him at that moment in time.

Goku massaged the other man's scalp, breathing in his scalp as the smaller body relaxed and gave into his touch. One hand traveled lower on the smaller man and found his dick, not really worried about his tail. For being so small, he sure was packing a lot. Goku didn't think about what he was doing but got to his knees and slowly took him into his mouth. He sucked slowly while his hands traveled his chest, eager to know whom their new lover was. His thumb brushed over a nipple ring that he would definitely use to his advantage later but now, other things were of the importance.

Right before standing, his fingers traced where the other man's tail met his back and circled it gently. The man over him jerked and his balls tightened in warning. Instead of letting him come, Goku stood and took his lips, wondering did he taste just as good there. The painting palette fell as they kissed, tonguing each other as the smaller's questing hands found Goku's arousal. Goku breathed his name as the man began rubbing his body sensually along Goku's length. It was all he could do not to come right then and there.

The bigger Saiya-jin finally decided to return the favor and reached for the smaller's dick. They pumped each other simultaneously, each one's breath becoming faster and faster as they stroked harder and harder. Goku felt his grip loosening on the man's tail but he tightened it just as he began spurting his seed. Goku snapped his eyes wide open as he just realized he'd jerked off in the bathtub to the thought of a man. He gagged when he thought exactly who the man was.

Vegeta.