Hello, everyone, I made this fanfiction because of the incredibly limited amount of lemon for Goku. Hope you all like it, and yes it is based off of someone else's work. I did not plagiarized it, simply based off of it. Hope you guys enjoy a new yet still relatively believable side of Goku.

Everyone had a fetish.

It was just a fact of life, after all. Everyone had some sort of kink, something unique that drove them wild in a way that nothing else could.

For Chichi, it was anal. The idea of offering her most dirty spot was intoxicating to her, and every time her husband was around, she would eagerly offer her ass in hopes that it get pounded by her powerful husband,

For Son Goku, it was to utterly dominate a woman. He wasn't that depraved, nothing like collars or leashes, but a good tug on a woman's hair and some dirty talk from his loving wife never ceased to get him off.

For Bulma Briefs, it was - embarrassingly - cum. She loved the taste of it, and although her husband had never let out let out a powerful load, his stamina more than make up for it and she had always enjoyed scooping out the few drops she could after sex, and popping them into her mouth once her hubby was fast asleep beside her.

And for Vegeta… it was something that he had never, ever dared to mention to anyone, save for his wife. You see, Vegeta wan- no, needed to be cuckolded. He wanted to see a long cocked man sleep with his wife in front of him, to take her on top of their marital bed, to hear her moans and cries as she was fucked by another man.

It was his deepest, and darkest secret.

But, fetishes simply didn't go away. You have to remember, the Earth was a very conservative planet. Pornography was rare, and cuckolding pornography was nearly, if not entirely impossible to find anywhere. And oh yes, he had tried, and failed.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. And so, he had asked his wife for a chance to fulfill his fantasy. She was obviously rather taken aback… and the thought of sleeping with another man both excited and frightened and disturbed her in equal amounts… and yet, Vegeta had begged. She was a strong willed woman but seeing her proud husband begged had broken her heart

And so, she had agreed. But, on one condition - it couldn't be some stranger off of the street that he paid. It had to be someone that they could trust dearly, someone who wouldn't blab this secret, and ruin Capsule Corps's reputation.

There was a… slight problem, however. Who would be the man to do it?

Piccolo was his first thought, since he was most likely the strongest warrior beside him left on this god forsaken planet, but he was quickly factored out. First of all, he's not even sure about Piccolo's reproductive habits and it wasn't really a road he wants to go down. Not to mention, Piccolo seems much too calm and stoic to display the raw dominance that he desires.

Krillin was much too soft hearted to even consider the idea of cheating on Android 18. Even if he knew that both Vegeta and Bulma were on board, the idea of the tiny monk doing something like cuckolding him was just plain ridiculous.

Yamcha was just… no. If being an ex lover of Bulma wasn't enough, the fact that it was Vegeta who took Bulma away from Yamcha was more than enough reason why the idea of Yamcha cuckolding him was just not believable.

Gohan was also an appealing idea as he grew older, but he was just too much of a sweetheart. Not to mention Gohan was like a brother/son to Bulma. Which would be weird, weird enough that Vegeta couldn't even consider his fellow Super Saiyan as a serious candidate.

It was a lost cause. And so, as the years ticked by, Vegeta simply gave up hope on ever having his fantasy fulfilled. The planet grew on him, as did its people. He and Bulma had a beautiful son that was rapidly growing up and who they loved more than life itself.

Well over a decade had passed, since he had first discuss his cuckolding fetish with Bulma. And yet, Vegeta had never forgotten.

The Saiyan took a deep breath, as he sunk into the steaming hot water of the Brief mansions' hot springs. A sense of warmth spread throughout his body, as the stress of the crazy month that took place was slowly eased away by the water's warm caress.

Two hot springs had been requisitioned. One for the boys… and the other, for the girls.

"You guys alright over there?" Krillin called, his voice carrying easily through the flimsy wooden wall.

"We're fine, Krillin!" Bulma shouted back. "The water's great!" The bluenette was snickering every now and then, as her rather large breasts continuously floated to the surface, much to Android 18's embarrassment.

Vegeta grinned. "Hey idiot, hurry up!" he yelled into the dressing room, the door wide open. "The water's gonna get cold if you take too long!"

"Okay, Vegeta!" Goku cheerfully said and in a moment later, stepping out into the open room - a towel wrapped around his waist. "Sorry, it took me so long but Chichi would be mad if I just leave all my stuff lying around."

The prince rolled his eyes. "Hmph, whatever." he said.

Goku grinned. His fingers unclasped… and with a soft thud, the towel dropped to the floor.

Vegeta's eyes widened.

Holy shi-

"Is… something wrong…?" Goku asked with a curious look.

"Nothing." Vegeta said, averting his gaze as quickly as he could manage, his ears tinted a shade of pink. "Just… give me some warning before you flash me next time."

Goku chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind," the innocent Saiyan said, slipping into the water with the rest of the Z fighers. He leaned against the wall of the spring, closing his eyes and soon falling into a sort of meditative state.

Vegeta swallowed. That… that couldn't have been real. Could it?

Fuck. He hadn't meant to catch an eyeful, and yet, he had. And now, the image of Kakarot's incredibly long and thick member was imprinted in his brain. And it hadn't even been hard. He was surprised that his old rival could even fucking walk with a beast of that magnitude dangling between his legs.

Then, it hit him. Like a train slamming into a broken down car, Vegeta got an idea - something that he hadn't even thought of before.

Kakarot… Kakarot was the perfect man for the job. He was an idiot that lived in the woods so barely anyone would know. He was also the only man that Vegeta had acknowledged was better than him and Bulma's best friend. And with Kakarot packing that sort of heat down below… he easily fit the archetype of the 'classic' bull, with his massive cock ready to pound Bulma into submission.

Vegeta felt himself harden at the thought. Yes…! Yes! He was almost bouncing up and down in glee. He had never been so happy to see this idiot back from the dead, even though it had been nearly seven years since he had returned from the other world.

The rest of the day went by in a whirlwind.

The next day, Bulma arranged a meet up with Chichi. Why? Well… cuckolding fetish or not, Vegeta was still a proud prince. He wasn't going to stroll up to Kakarot - his best friend and greatest rival - and go, "Hey! Want to fuck my wife while I watch?". That was not happening.

And so, over a plate of delicious chocolate cake, Bulma slowly confessed Vegeta's secret to Chichi. Perhaps it had been his upbringing, alone and isolated by everyone, while being subservient to a complete monster. But... the idea of a man climbing on top of his wife, claiming her in front of him… it drove him wild like you wouldn't believe.

"So…" Bulma finished, her bright blue eyes refusing to meet Chichi's onyx gaze. "Could you just… talk to the idiot? And… and see if he would be willing?"

Chichi opened her mouth, and yet, no words came out. She was in shock. Complete and utter shock. The Vegeta, the man who she had seen as a brutal murderer. the second strongest person she knows, the incredibly proud saiyan prince, a… a cuckold? It would shake anybody's world.

"Are…" the the Ox Princess began. Chichi swallowed a lump in her throat, her hands shaking slightly. "Are… are you alright with this?" she squeaked out.

"I've… uh… I've talked it over with him." Bulma said. "I'm on board. If… if you're willing Chichi, all you have to do is convince Goku, and I-" She took a deep breath. "I'll be in your debt, to say the least. This is something he had wanted for a long, long time… and you can't even imagine how happy I would be if you did this for me, Chichi."

Chichi stared at her.

Her first instinct… well, she wasn't sure what she had thought at first. It was an odd thought, to imagine her husband sleeping with Bulma, with Vegeta watching no less. And yet… the desperation in her long time friend's eyes. The plea in her expression.

If she said no… she would be hurting Bulma. And hurting Bulma was not something she could do, not after the financial and emotional support from Bulma when Goku had died.

"Alright…" Chichi said, after a long moment. "I'll… I'll, uh… I'll talk to him, Bulma." She reached over, awkwardly patting her shoulders. "Tonight, I guess. I'll give you a call and… erm… tell you what he says. Okay?"

Bulma flashed her a weak smile. "Thank you, Chichi." she said, her voice hardly above a whisper.

Chichi smiled as well, although it was clearly strained. "It's… no problem, Bulma." Chichi said.

Chichi had long since resigned herself to the fact that her husband was always rather… emotionally stunted, to put it simply.

She couldn't blame him for it. Being raised by the woods for most of life and living most of his life without a proper education, interaction, and role model does that to a person.

He was naive and stupid. He was also a bit of an idiot.

And yet, he more than made up for his stupidity on the outside, with the sheer passion and fierceness he carried beneath the sheets. He was an untamed animal, and all Chichi could do was brace herself and hang on as he did what he wanted to her body, bringing her to countless orgasms in the process.

Afterwards, as she and Goku bathed in the afterglow of their ferocious love making, she decided to spring the question.

"Goku," she whispered, her head resting against his muscled chest. "There's something that… um… I don't know how to say this." She chuckled.

Goku played with a strand of her hair, his innocent eyes trailing the length of her nude body again and again. "What is it, Chichi?" he said.

Chichi sighed. "Bulma wanted me to ask you to… do something for her." A pause. "Something that she was embarrassed to ask you herself."

"Does she want me to work for her again, because you know how last time ended." Goku began, with a scared tone.

"No, no, no." Chichi said, throwing her head back and laughing at last time's incident and how Bulma almost killed Goku, a grin on her face. "Something else. You see… Bulma… Bulma wants you to sleep with her."

A beat.

"What?" Goku said.

"You heard me," Chichi said. "Actually - let me rephrase that. Bulma wants you to sleep with her … in front of Vegeta."

Goku stared at her, mouth agape. "This… this isn't funny, Chichi." he growled. Vegeta was a valued friend and Bulma was one his best friend, it was not something to joke about.

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" she said. "I'm just telling you what she told me. Vegeta has… he has some kind of kink, that lets him get off to that kind of stuff. It would really mean a lot to him, you know."

"No… no way!" Goku murmured. "I'm not going to… to fuck my best friend in front of my other best friend. What kind of sick joke is this?"

Chichi shook her head slightly. "They're your best friend, Goku." she said, poking him in the chest. She put a hand on her chin. "And… I guess if you do this…" A crafty grin spread across her face. "If you do this for them… I think I can see some of that ox horns cosplay in your future. What do you think, Goku?"

He froze. She had hit him in his one weak spot. His wife have an amazing body, but it was the sheer pleasure of dominating one of the strongest woman on Earth that does it for him. The fact that Chichi was going to dress up as a dumb bimbo animal turn him on immensely.

Goku glared at her. "Fine." he grumbled. "I'll- I'll do it."

Goku reached up, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. She fumbled in the dark for a moment, before swiping her phone off of the nightstand. A few swipes later, and she was in her contacts, tapping the dial button beside Bulma's name.

Bulma picked up on the second ring.

She pressed the phone to her ear.

"Yeah?" Bulma said.

"He said yes." Chichi replied.

"He did?!" Bulma blurted, sounding as if she had knocked over something in her surprise. " Alright… uh… have him come over to my house tomorrow night at… let's say eight o'clock. You got that?"

"Tomorrow, eight o'clock." Chichi repeated. "Got it. Talk to you later, Bulma."

"See you."

Click. The call went dead.

Goku sighed.

He had a nasty feeling in his gut, an instinct prickling at his mind. Goku have incredible instinct thanks to living in the wild for so long - and right now, he felt as if a delightful round of roleplay with his beautiful wife wasn't worth the trouble this… this fetish of Vegeta's would cause.

Oh well. It was too late to go back now, he supposed.

It was a rather calm night - with no clouds in the sky, nor gusts of wind to destroy the tranquility that had settled over the background,

Goku took a deep breath, nervous eyes staring blankly at the door in front of him.

A quick glance at his phone told him what time it was, 7:59.

With only a flicker of hesitation, he reached forward, and knocked on the hardwood of the door.

A few moments passed, and then, it swung open - revealing Vegeta. "Kakarot…!" he greeted. "Uh…" Vegeta shifted uncomfortably, a rather… awkward aura surrounding him. "Thanks for doing this. Really."

"It's… no problem." Goku murmured, it was weird seeing Vegeta thanking him.

Bulma was behind Vegeta, the blue haired woman refusing to meet Goku's gaze.

Both of them were clad in thin white kimonos, and although Vegeta only looked rather uncomfortable, Bulma's face appeared as if it were on fire with how red she looked.

He looked at her for a moment, noting the obvious curves that swelled beneath the fabric. Well… at least it wouldn't be that hard to do something like this. He delighted in his wife's incredible body, but it was clear that Bulma had the same sort of beauty around her as well.

Goku sighed. "Let's… go ahead and get this over with." he said, biting the inside of his cheek. "Where's your bedroom?"

Vegeta snapped to attention. "Just follow us!" he said, a slight grin on his face. He wound an arm around Bulma's shoulder, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you so much for doing this, baby." he whispered into her ear.

"I-it's n-no problem…" she murmured back.

The three of them strode to the bedroom, Vegeta gently closing the door behind them.

There was a chair beside the bed that the prince sat down. "Alright." Vegeta murmured. "Just… start, I guess."

Bulma swallowed. And then, gently, she peeled off her kimono.

Goku raised an eyebrow. 'So that's what she was embarrassed about.'' he mused.

She stood in front of him, her face a thick shade of crimson. Clad in a pair of lacy dark violet lingerie, she looked breathtaking. The bra seemed a size too small, struggling to contain her rather large breasts. The thong seemed even tighter, the outline of her snatch clearly visible through the fabric.

"Hmm…" Goku hummed, as he folded his arms over his chest.

Vegeta grinned. "I know you're more of an ass man…" the prince began. "But I made sure Bulma was nice and dressed up for you. To make it… erm… easier."

The innocent Saiyan nodded. "Get on the bed," he told Bulma. He peeled his clothes off, stripping down to just his boxers. He folded the garments up, setting them down carefully onto a dresser.

Bulma gulped, catching an eyeful of the significant bulge that Goku possessed, before quickly flitting her gaze away. She climbed onto the bed, easing herself onto her back.

Bulma crawled onto the bed as well, a curious glint in his eye. He watched out of the corner of his eye, as Vegeta shed his own clothes.

'That… explains a lot.' Goku thought, glancing at Vegeta's obviously erect member. It was… maybe four inches in length, and that was him being generous. It wasn't puny… but it was easily below average, and practically nothing compared to his own member.

He bit his lip. He wasn't interested in shaming Vegeta like this - but he had asked for this.

With a sharp jerk, he yanked his boxers down - freeing his hardened cock.

Bulma gasped. What… what in the kami's name was that thing? It had changed so much since they were kids, it was now… massive. Majestic. So thick, so long, throbbing veins and muscles running along the length of his member. She merely gaped at it for a moment, her blue eyes the size of dinner plates.

Goku felt a sly smirk curl across his lips.

He would have to take this slow, that much was obvious. Considering Vegeta's size… more likely than naught, she would be as tight as a virgin. And Goku wasn't interesting in hurting his best friend with his mammoth cock.

Goku advanced forward, Bulma cowering as his mighty member pressed eagerly against her thigh, smearing drops of precum across her skin. With a yank on her hips, he pulled her close, her body laid bear before him. Every inch of it, from the creamy skin of her neck, all of the way down to her smooth and long legs.

She flinched, as his fingers slinked behind her back. Vegeta would struggle for ages and ages to unhook her bra, and yet Goku managed it easily - pulling the garment away, and discarding it onto the floor. Her breasts spilled free from their confines, the large globes topped with rosy nipples.

He leaned down. One hand gently squeezed one of her tits, his mouth working over the other one - tongue swirling around her nipple. All the while, he gently rocked his hips against hers, his enormous member rubbing against the fabric that covered her slit.

Bulma bit her tongue, to stop the mewl that strained to break free from her throat. She groaned as he teased her nipple with his teeth, and bit back another mewl as he gave her breast a good grope.

As much as he enjoyed playing with her bountiful breasts, he knew that Vegeta was waiting for some more… action. He cast a quick glance at the prince, who was greedily stroking his member, losing the usual scowl on his face which was now replaced with a look of pleasure.

Goku sighed, before pulling back more. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong, before gently pulling it off - discarding it behind him without a care in the world.

He took a moment to examine her shaven snatch, running a hand over the vulva, spreading her pink folds a tad. She was just like Chichi, able to grow incredibly wet just after some simple foreplay. Her juices were already dripping copious amounts from her slit, dripping onto the sheets.

Another gasp escaped her, as he pressed the tip of his member against her entrance. "Shh…" he said, placing a finger against her lips. "This might hurt a bit." And then, with a soft pump of his hips, he slid inside of her.

Bulma jolted. Her lips formed a tiny 'O', her fingers digging into the sheets. It felt… it felt as if a sword had pierced her. It stung a bit at first, before gradually feeling better, and better, as her walls grew used to the massive invasion. She glanced down, and realized something…

… he had only put an inch of that thing inside of her. Only an inch. And there… oh kami, there were at least eleven, maybe twelve more to go.

Goku smirked.

His hands on her hips, he continued to feed his enormous monster into her. Inch after inch, he burrowed into her incredibly hot and wet pussy - quickly reaching uncharted territory, parts of her that had never been touched before.

He could almost laugh at the look on her face, clearly torn between pleasure and horror, perhaps horror at how good he was starting to feel inside of her.

Goku leaned down, until his breath was tickling her ear.

"How does it feel…?" he whispered teasingly.

"Shut up…" Bulma grumbled, through gritted teeth. "Shut up, idiot." She groaned, arching her back as he finally reached the halfway mark inside of her. "S-Size… size doesn't matter to me." she whispered. "Maybe… maybe Chichi… maybe Chichi likes t-this. But… Vegeta…" Another groan. "Vegeta will always be better."

Goku didn't respond, although he couldn't help the thin smile that appeared on his face.

He prided himself on the degree of control he wielded over his body. Now, he wasn't a stamina freak or anything like that - he couldn't last forever, but he certainly prided himself on how long he did last. And… on the other hand, he could force himself to come on command as well. And judging by the way Bulma was feeling, her inner walls grasping at his member like a lifeline, he knew that she was already well on her way to cumming herself.

Possibly his favorite part of making love, was making his lover cum. His record with Chichi was… much to her constant annoyance, ten seconds. A harsh thrust, and a good nudge of her clit, and she had came like a train wreck. A night that he brought up often, mostly because he found it cute when she tried to explain it off as 'just a fluke', or something of that sort.

And now… for the same finishing blow. The one-two punch.

He drew back until just the tip was left in… and then thrust in, his member grounding against her G-spot. At the same time, he nudged her engorged clit. Just like that, fireworks went off inside of Bulma's mind.

"Argh…!" she groaned. Her walls tightened around him in a vice grip, her eyes rolling back into her head. She shook and shook beneath him, before stilling. Her chest heaved up and down, her indigo hair in disarray - as if she had just been through a marathon round of sex, despite the fact that it had lasted less than ten minutes.

Goku smirked, shaking his head slightly.

He pulled himself free of her cunt, and as if on cue, blew a load onto her stomach - bathing her navel in hot and sticky cum. Bulma could only stare at him, eyes half lidded as his warm essence coated her.

Goku chuckled. He eased himself off of the bed, his still hardened member dripping a mixture of cum and her juices. He wiped himself off with the sheets, before turning to Vegeta.

"Satisfied?" he asked.

Vegeta flashed him a massive grin that almost seems out of character. "Oh… oh hell yeah, I'm satisfied." he said. "Fucking - ugh… thank you, thank you so much, idiot." The prince felt harder than he had been in years.

As Goku began to dress, Vegeta threw himself onto the bed. In an instant, he had inserted himself into his wife, and began to thrust in and out of her, his grin only widening as he inhaled the musky scent of Goku's cum that still stained her chest.

With his friend slipping out of the room a moment later, the married couple were left to their own devices.

Now… Vegeta wasn't going to lie, he wasn't anywhere near as well endowed as Goku was. But he knew his wife, and he knew her body like the back of his hand. After twenty minutes, he managed to bring her to a shuddering orgasm, he himself depositing a small load inside of her at the same time.

He fell onto the bed at her side, huffing and puffing. "Fuck…" Vegeta muttered, running a hand through his spiky hair. "That was… that was awesome."

Bulma gave him a shaky grin. "It was… cool." She wouldn't admit it to Vegeta - but being with Goku had been… pretty damn nice. And the way Vegeta had come after her with such ferocity… Dende, if he was like that every night…

Vegeta propped his head up with an elbow. His gaze drifted to her abdomen, which was bathed in the long since dried cum of Goku - her normally pale skin a shade lighter where his seed had marked her.

"We have to do that again." he murmured. "I mean… uh… if you're alright with it, that is." A pause. "It was just… that was… amazing, honey."

Bulma glanced at him. "Are… are you sure, baby?" she asked.

"I'm sure." Vegeta said. "Fuck…" He groaned as he slid back on top of her, his (relatively) puny erection pressing against her thigh.

In the end, Bulma reluctantly agreed. The way Goku had looked at her, the way he had played with her body… it had exhilarated her in a way she was afraid to admit to even her husband. And just as she had mentioned earlier… if Vegeta came after her like that after every round with Goku…

What was the harm in it? Nobody was hurt. Goku got a nice and hot pussy to fuck. Vegeta got a chance to fulfill his fantasy. And Bulma got a chance to sleep with a hot stud, and then her husband, all in one night. It was a win-win-win situation.

"Alright…" she whispered, as he pressed his member against her entrance. "We can do it again."

Vegeta grinned. "I love you so much," he murmured, as he entered her.

A thin smile curled her lips. "I love you too." Bulma replied.

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