Dirty Dancing Continued

Raditz didn't see Vegeta the next day or the day after that and he was glad for it. He really didn't know what he was going to do or say when he did finally meet up with his prince. Play stupid; pretend you had too many drinks to remember it. Vegeta already thinks I'm stupid it shouldn't be too hard he thought desperately. Raditz hung his head in defeat as he walked down the hall. "I'm not that good of an actor," he muttered to himself as he walked creating his own gloom cloud that followed him.

Raditz thought he'd shake himself apart with the jitters as he neared the docking bay. I'm dead, no he'd have already killed me if he was going to right? I'm dead! No I'm not. I'm dead! No! Yes! NO! YES! NO! He turned to the wall outside the docking bay and began hitting his forehead against it till it cracked under the beating. After doing that for a few seconds and getting odd looks from everyone around him Raditz pulled back and sighed loudly. He slapped himself on the cheeks lightly and lifted his chin in a proud confident look. He then walked to the door and grabbed the knob to turn it.

Zarbon sighed, feeling defeated as well. Raditz was light years away, any chance he'd had of getting those two together before Freeza got to Vegeta was gone it seemed. And he'd been so close too! It wasn't fair! He'd just gotten Raditz in on Vegeta’s dirty little secret and then Freeza has to ship him off to some planet out in the middle of no where destroying his carefully set up plan. They'd only be gone a week, but that was probably more then enough time for Freeza to finally trap the little Saiyan in his web.

Unwelcome memories emerged at the thought, scenes of white hot agony, pain, and angst all mixed together with deep shame that made the inside of his mouth taste so bitter. He'd never forget it, the shame was still there, his mouth still tasted bitter. He looked at Vegeta a long time trying to imagine what the Saiyan would look like with that same bitter taste in his mouth, with the shame, his pride ripped from him. He couldn't see it, it was easier to see the Saiyan dead then broken. He briefly entertained the idea of killing Vegeta then and there, it seemed a kinder fate to him. But, then he'd have to pay for his actions and he didn't think the Saiyan would thank him for his well-meant mercy. He wished someone had been kind enough to end his life before that day so long ago.

He was just about ready when Vegeta returned. The changeling was shocked to see the Saiyan wasn't as dressed to kill this time. It was all one piece of tight black material, almost like one of Freeza’s uniforms: sleeveless top going high on his throat and shorts. They weren't even short shorts, they were just well shorts. They went up high on the thighs, but not high enough for the usual pet gear that tended not to even cover any thigh. The only real kicker about the suit was it was more then skin tight, it looked almost painted on. Every contour and grove of the Saiyan’s body could be made out through the tight black material. Well maybe that was a big kicker he thought feeling like he was looking at Vegeta without any clothes on, like he had a ‘really’ dark odd tan or something. It was kind of plain, almost like something you'd wear while exercising. Hell he was even wearing white and black plain tennis shoes.

At the kennel ki was locked away, hands waved, quick pats were snuck, and all and all it was the same as it had always been, except Zarbon felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb next to Vegeta’s small black form. Lately Vegeta had been getting the most attention since he was the hot newbie, but he fairly blended in with the other soldiers as if he were merely one of them. When they finally reached Freeza’s box it was the same, Freeza’s eyes went to him first then Vegeta, were as they'd always gone to Vegeta first then him.

Vegeta yanked on the chain and Zarbon landed hard on the stage. The air knocked out of him, ears ringing with the defining roar the crowd made with Vegeta’s choice as the Saiyan dragged him to the center of the stage. As he was hauled up to his knees he couldn't help the humiliated blush that spread on his face listening to the crowd yell obscene things, telling Vegeta to do all kinds of perverted things to him. He turned his head and even saw Freeza laughing quite loudly at the turn of events. He yipped in surprise as Vegeta lifted one foot and slammed it down on his shoulder doubling him over till he had a nice close up view of one of those plain black and white tennis shoes he'd noticed earlier on Vegeta. He glanced up at the Saiyan.

The Saiyan twisted to the side and a with a little tug slipped right out of out the dumb founded Zarbon’s grip. Zarbon’s eyes widened and he looked down at his hands that had some how betrayed him. With a snarl he made another grab for Vegeta who was now circling his kneeling form. His hands slid smoothly along the Saiyan’s slim waist, run over his firm rear, and along his muscular thighs, he couldn't keep a hold on him! Vegeta was a slippery as a fish with that slick skin-tight material on; one little twist and he was free. His eyes widened ‘I don't want any hand-holds tonight’ echoed the Saiyan’s smug voice. Zarbon was ready to scream in rage and frustration. He almost jumped in surprise as Vegeta began to run his hands up and down his body in a sensual matter that actually felt really good. Surprisingly soft hands caressed his form, slipping around him from behind to slide across pale green flesh. The Saiyan’s fingers traces the lines were his muscles meant and drew intricate little patterns on his bare flesh, fingernails lightly scratching the skin in wonderfully light sweeps. He shivered violent looking the Saiyan in the eyes who looked so sensual and appealing with an inviting smirk on his lips.

This is it, I'll get you now for sure! Thought Zarbon rising up his hand to catch the anticipated slap that was sure to come any second. Zarbon’s eyes widened again as it never came, instead he felt soft lips on his own. All thought left the changeling’s head at the light almost tender pressure. Shock finally set in and he gasp only to have it turn into a deep throaty moan as the Saiyan took the parting to deepen the kiss. It was perhaps one of the most sensual, soul searing, kisses Zarbon had ever had. Not rough as he'd thought kissing someone like Vegeta would be, it was soft, slow, and intense. Zarbon’s hands moved up of their own account and fisted into that thick wild mane of black tugging the Saiyan’s head slightly to the side as he moved his own tongue to spar back. The Saiyan was agonizingly slow in his teasing and Zarbon couldn't stand it, he desire an all out battle of dominance. He sot to become the aggressor wanting to taste the inside of the other’s mouth as Vegeta has doing him.

He never got the chance as suddenly that liquid fire kiss was broken, then before he could recover a hard pain stung his cheek and he fell backward, blinking his eyes in confusion on the floor. Caught up in the moment he'd completely forgotten where he was and who he was with! The crowd around them couldn't have been any louder if they tried. Zarbon’s hand wondered up to his stinging cheek and his eyes landed on the Saiyan who seemed to, for once, tower over him with that damn smug look on his face. The illusion of intense passion evaporated to be replaced with burning rage. He'd kissed him! But the worst part was he'd truly enjoyed every second of it: the Saiyan was not a bad kisser, not at all. He knew he held a physical attracted to the wild youth, but gods did he hate that Saiyan!

Zarbon couldn't have been in a worst mood if he tried. The changeling stomped down the hall without his usual grace and flow. Ever since that night he'd been having such taunts thrown his way. It seemed everyone thought he was easy now and wanted a piece of the action. Damn Vegeta! Damn him! Who would have thought a little kiss could do all this?! .... okay so maybe it wasn't a little kiss. Zarbon’s eyes dropped half way and he shivered softly in remembrance reaching up a hand to trace over his own lips. He shook himself hard to get rid of the disturbing thought. He knew there was a physical attraction, but he never knew it was this big. I hate him and at the same time I want him, god I hate this he mentally steamed. He just couldn't stand that Saiyan the desire to kill him was as great as the desire to got all the way with him, an odd mix of love and hate that just made Zarbon frustrated. He didn't want a relationship with such a man, their personalities clashed too much. They both liked to play games, mind games no less, both trying to out do everyone around them. In a way it was thrilling to be pitted again the Saiyan in a mental game of chess, to try and get inside Vegeta’s head and see what his next move would be. But, he was finding himself loosing more then he cared for. Vegeta’s clever way of insulting him, his ability to some how keep Freeza at bay, how he knew just how to push everyone’s buttons and make them do what he wanted without them realizing it. Zarbon hated the lack of control he had with Vegeta, he preferred skilled lovers that he could lead and control not ones that had the most annoying habit of getting the upper hand on him. Thus this odd love/hate he felt, he was fascinated by the Saiyan and repelled by him at the same time. Perhaps once he would have saw it as a challenge, one he would have loved to except, but that was the old Zarbon that liked such games. This Zarbon didn't want an equal he wanted someone to control. Zarbon sighed, "did I pick that up from Freeza," he wondered softly out loud. The thought disturbed him more then he'd ever admit, that Freeza had changed him so greatly.

Would my family even recognize me any more he wondered? Is there anything left of myself in this body? Such unanswerable questions threatened to send him into a deep depression and he laughed bitterly as the first thought that passed thought his head was that Freeza would be displeased if he wasn't his normal bright cheery self. Maybe these questions aren't so unanswerable he thought sadly, my world really does evolve around Freeza... how pathetic. Pathetic? I have power, brains, and beauty, I'm feared and desired, not many can look at me without respect and yet I live in Freeza’s shadow; pathetic. I'll never be anything so long as I remind where I am.

Zarbon sighed again. This is all Vegeta’s fault he’s keeps reminding me of what I might have been and not what I've become. He tried to picture himself as some brat with an ego the size of the universe, an all-consuming pride, and a drive to excel equal to nothing he'd ever seen. He could see it, but something was missing, Vegeta still had something more that made him stand out of Freeza’s shadow, made him more then simply another soldier among many: a definite spirit. Vegeta didn't just survive he lived! Even under Freeza’s grinding heel, with the horrors he'd seen, the blood he'd spilt at so young an age, Vegeta thrived. He never played the part of the victim, though by all rights he was one many times over. The boy should have broke many years ago, but some how he'd managed to adapt to an environment that would drive most insane. Or perhaps Vegeta was insane, a cold cruel kind of insanity that wasn't noticeable right away. He won't be surprised if it were true, that Saiyan had looked hell itself in the face and smiled. Was it insanity that lit Vegeta’s eyes with dancing black fire? Or perhaps a longing for something that even he didn't know? Whatever it was, there was definitely something there that Zarbon didn't have, something that had kept Vegeta untamed, wild, definite even to this day, something that Freeza had failed to crush. Would Freeza ever succeed in completely breaking Vegeta? It was a question that only time would tell.

The door silently slid open and Zarbon stepped inside. He looked around for the room’s owner, by the sound of it he figured he was in the bathroom. He took a moment to look around the room and was surprised by how plain it was. There were virtually no possessions; the only things filling the room were the standard furnishings all quarters were housed with. The place was incredible neat and clean, it looked unused like a hotel room after a maid had cleaned it up for a new user. Zarbon had never seen such a plain living quarters before.

Zarbon’s eyes widen not sure how to react to that. First he blushed realizing Vegeta had figure that out from the deep kiss, then he scowled remembering the kiss- the source of his anger- and then his face threatened to crack as he heard the Saiyan make gargling noises from the bathroom. He almost felt like he'd gotten some kind of revenge for the kiss with Vegeta’s reaction to the taste of Roast Meatan, a rather spicy kind of meat, fatty, kind of like mutton only very chewy.

"Friends…?" said Zarbon out loud. Hell no! He mentally protested the very thought and buried it deep in the back of his mind hoping to never to stumble across it again. Zarbon would never admit it to himself, but a part of him did subconsciously except Vegeta as a friend even if he was done right repulsed by the very thought of it. He would much rather hold on to his hatred for young Saiyan then expect him as a friend, it was easier to deal with. Perhaps his was also a reason Zarbon felt a need to help Vegeta, an unspoken and unwanted Friendship. He would never dwell on it long enough to figure out if that had indeed been so.

"Hn," snorted Vegeta once again walking out of the bathroom, this time without his toothbrush. "I don't need junk," he stated moving to stand by the large window that display a plain, barren landscape. An occasional pod could be seen streaking by as it returned to base. The view itself wasn't very good, but the colors were magnificent if you cared to look. Brilliant shades of red, yellow, dark purple, and warm earthy browns. Zarbon knew the ski would get darker and those colors would change to dark blues, greens, and black with small hints of purple and red threaded through them. Strange to find beauty on such a cold, barren planet like this, he watched the red light paint highlights along Vegeta’s frame, as if the Saiyan burned with glowing red fire.

Without a word Zarbon grab the prince and sealed any protests with a ravishing deep kiss. Vegeta was of course shocked. He staggered backward in an attempt to retreat only to have his back hit the window. Zarbon went with the prince’s movement and pressed him against the glass with his own body, digging his fingers into the wild locks of raven black and demonstrating the pleasures of a really deep mind blowing kiss; tongue completely dominating Vegeta’s mouth and muffling weak protests from the Saiyan. The Saiyan’s breath was pleasantly minty from just having brushed but half a minute ago and his mouth was surprisingly sweet for someone so wild. After a long round of tongue play and mapping out every corner of Vegeta’s mouth Zarbon broke the kiss and looked at Vegeta’s slightly dazed expression.

Zarbon frowned down at the Saiyan and pushed him back against the glass. You still don't like me do you Saiyan? Well you don't have to like me for me to teach you how to kiss. Vegeta didn't protest as Zarbon moved back in and issued another deep kiss. He grinned against the Saiyan’s mouth as Vegeta began to play back. Definite promise through Zarbon tugging the Saiyan’s head roughly to the side to deepen the already deep kiss. For only his third kiss the Saiyan learned fast, this time it wasn't agonizingly slow as the first at the club, the Saiyan had already figured out how Zarbon liked it. Vegeta matched him now in a full out battle neither managing to out do the other. Zarbon almost regretted hating Vegeta, it would have been wonderful to teach him all his tricks and see where the Saiyan went from there. He could already tell this one would be just as fiery in bed as on the battlefield. Truly it’s a shame that I hate you so much Saiyan, maybe if Freeza hadn't branded you as his I'd forget that I hated you for just one night; I'd love to take this farther, but I know better.

The changeling’s smile never left his lips, even with the Saiyan’s unfriendly words. Still smiling he turned and left. Yes, I hate you Saiyan, but I might not if I were willing to get to know you better. Some day you're going to make some unlucky creature very happy. That is, if Freeza will ever permit it thought Zarbon loosing his pleased smile. He doubted it, Freeza kept his soldiers too busy to have family lives. Hell, Vegeta probably won't know what to do with a family if he were given the chance to have one; all the Saiyan knew was the battlefield not a good bases for the intimate workings of a family.

"Perfect soldiers make poor family men," muttered Zarbon softly to himself. It takes a cold heart to kill and a warm one to love. Can a man who’s killed since he was a mere toddler possible know how to love someone? Is it possible to love once your heart’s grown colder then ice from all the murder and mayhem? Zarbon didn't like this train of thought since it was leading him to question his own abilities to love and find true happiness in another’s arms. It had been so long since he'd actually felt any true emotions beyond a slight fondness for his partners. Strange, he'd been more emotional in the last year dealing with the Vegeta matter then he had in the last ten combined. It was confusing, Zarbon won't hesitate to kill Vegeta if Freeza gave the order, yet he was going through all this trouble over him. Zarbon cursed softly. "It is ironic to care about what happens to someone you hate," he muttered under his breath as he continued down the hall.

"Pretty," stated Vegeta looking to the side, features softening for a brief moment. "Melain was crimson red with a golden crest. Rei was all gold with two green spots one over each eye like brows almost," said Vegeta lifting one hand and drawing a finger over his own eyebrows. "My mother hated them because they could talk and mimicked her. She'd scream ‘shut up you damn birds!’ and they'd say ‘ shut up Melain!’ ‘you shut up Rei’!" Vegeta laughed softly. "I loved them because they learned how to mimic someone laughing and would cackle whenever I found something amusing."(B-chan takes a moment to fondly think of her evil twin brother’s parrot, Yoshi who has managed to do just such a feat and is always laughing with or at her. Yoshi also affectionately named the Green Grumbler, for the odd noises it’s always making.)

The fond look left Vegeta’s face to once again be replaced with his emotionless mask. "They were my only ones," he stated. "I've never really meet any one my own age… never saw anyone under 18 back then, same for Freeza’s men. The youngest person I've talked to is probably Raditz, I think he’s 21," said Vegeta frowning and rubbing his chin as he tried to remember Raditz exact age. "That would have made him around ten when our planet was destroyed; five years older then me." Vegeta frowned darker and turned his face back to glare at Zarbon. "What’s taking you so damn long anyway? I swear you're like a girl," said Vegeta shoving his hands into the pockets of his black coat.

"Hn," said Zarbon getting up. He was taking the nose-dive in Vegeta’s attitude as a sign that the reminiscing was over. He pondered the little tale Vegeta had given him as he covered in his less then covering clothes. I guess he’s always been isolated from others thought Zarbon glancing at the Saiyan out of the corner of his eye. That explain his lone wolf attitude and the lack of kid company his adult like manners. It was obvious that Vegeta just didn't know how a kid acted, like he'd skipped his childhood and gone right to adult. The Saiyans were probably hoping to keep their prince from developing undesired traits commonly found in ‘normal people’ by limiting who he was around. Of course, that had made Vegeta not a very good people-person since he had a detached view of real life and how things worked. It’s like taking all the fun out of living thought Zarbon to himself as he finished pulling up a pair of thigh high white boots. Under that he wore a flesh colored pair of stretch pants; well they were the color of human flesh, not Zarbon’s soft green, but still at a quick glance anyone would think that someone had forgotten their pants. Overlapping that was a dark Purple shirt with black trim. The shirt had long tails like a tux. The color was loose around the throat, the shirt sleeveless like all the other outfits Vegeta had seen, and a line of big square silver clasps starting at the throat and ending at the hem of the shirt which reached to Zarbon’s navel. The boots were an odd design, they had straps with loops in them, which Zarbon threaded a matching white belt through and tied securely around his waist over the dark shirt, almost as if to keep the boots from falling down.

"Hn, great," said Vegeta as they stepped through the doorway and slipped off their coats. This was the first time Zarbon got a look at Vegeta new look and he had to admit black was the Saiyan’s color. It was a kind of biker look, a jump suit of sort. The sides from the Saiyan’s ribs down to his knees were wide open with hundreds of strapped running over the exposed tan skin and holding the black material on his frame with snaps. Sleeveless like always with a high collar, a large metal zipper went from mid ads all the way up and was opened half way. Over the snap on suit were shin high black boots with metal zippers up the sides, and over his hand fingerless bike gloves with metal knuckles. Across the back of the jump suit in silver letters was the word ‘Venom’ with a picture of two silver serpent twining all over the whole thing. Their tails ending coiled around one of Vegeta’s legs.

Boy that suits him though Zarbon admiring the way it hugged the Saiyan’s build, making his shoulders look broader and waist slimmer. His attention was snapped from the Saiyan as he heard a commotion. He glanced over to the side to see three of the Ginyu force, Captain Ginyu, Jess, and Burter, seated at a table up front harassing one of the serving boys. Captain Ginyu had the poor boy draped over his lap, stomach down, and trying to balance a tray full of drinks. Thankfully for him the Ginyu force was more then eager for their liquor and soon emptied the tray of its contents. The boy stammered a frightened plead to be let up, which was ignored by the purple skinned alien who insisted that the boy’s services were put to better use where he was.

Ginyu considered it and after a moment of thought let the boy up, who all but ran away. Ginyu then stated that it wasn't right for a captain like himself to be sitting and drinking alone with his team. With that said he processed to steal someone else’s pet. The poor pet panicked and protested weakly as he was dragged to Ginyu’s table and positioned like a live Barbie doll in a ridiculous pose that looked just uncomfortable and appealed to Ginyu and his deranged partners’ minds only.

Freeza seemed to be in a good mood as well, which was never a good thing for pets. Freeza was always unpredictable when he was happy. Maybe he’s finally found some way of shacking Vegeta thought Zarbon with some worry. So far the Saiyan had been clever enough to prevent the inevitable, but it was still inevitable. Freeza hadn't even been really trying to make Vegeta loose their little game, more interested in the boy’s struggles and willing to wait as long as Vegeta continued to amuse him. But how long will you continue to amuse him Vegeta, how long before his desire out grows his patients.

The night progressed without much incidence; the Ginyu team got drunker and drunker and committed more acts of perversion with everyone around them. Zarbon was actually relieved when Captain Ginyu took a shine to one unfortunate pet and dragged him off to a private room to no doubt do unspeakable things to him. That left only Jess and Burter to worry about. Of course, the two got wilder with the absence of their captain, no longer having to share with or respect anyone around them. Jess ended up sitting on one poor pet’s lap and whooping at the stage while Burter laughed loudly and played with the two poor creatures being made to sit on his lap.

He’s probably not feeling safe enough to let it down with the Ginyu team so close thought Zarbon. Not that he blamed Vegeta, the Ginyu team had been doing all kinds of things tonight. In fact, the pet Ginyu had walked off with was one he'd dragged off the stage right in the middle of a strip tease. That had pissed several people off though none were brave enough to protest out loud. Zarbon glanced at Freeza out of the corner of his eye seeing that the son of King Cold had also noted the Saiyan’s protective move.

"Ah Gees!" shouted Zarbon running and pushing people out of the way as he moved towards the two. "Break it up! Break it up!" he shouted trying to pull the enraged Ginyu member off the wildly curing Vegeta, both had their hands wrapped around the other’s neck. Unfortunately for Zarbon he was finding the task extremely hard with no ki to help him pull them apart. The crowd around them wasn't very helpful either, they roared and shouted encouragements for the two to continue.

"Hmm, that’s what I thought you meant," said Freeza turning his gaze back to look down at Vegeta. "You were the one that started this mess Jess, provoking my little pet Saiyan. You were just asking to be bitten," grinned Freeza watching as Vegeta bared his teeth at the remark. "But our Saiyan does deserve to be taught a lesson," said Freeza a dark gleam entered the changeling’s eyes. The muscles in Vegeta’s frame tensed his own black eyes glaring back at the changeling. "But-" said Freeza letting the words hang. "Since you provoked Vegeta, and he found an interesting game to entertain us with, I'll give him a chance to avoided his punishment." The changeling pulled his arm out from behind his back, which had remained there since he came down from his box. He tossed something at the Saiyan who instinctually moved up an arm to block it. The end of a metal cuff clicked in place around the Saiyan’s wrist attached to it was a length of chain.

Vegeta stood up and the two looked at the chain strung between them. "Game?" they said at once, a light blush crossed both of their faces. Both were thinking of some of the perverted ‘games’ they'd seen preformed on the stage. Vegeta was no doubt shy and mortified at the prospect of ‘performing’ let along in front of a crowd of people, and Zarbon was blushing because he hadn't had to do that for years and although he was physically attracted to Vegeta the thought of actually having him seemed so wrong for so many reasons.

"Therefore, you two will play it together only with a twist. It won't be fair for dear Vegeta to take a handicap in this so his target will be Zarbon’s braided tail; that should even it out. To make it more interesting I've limited the space between you two," he said emphasizing his words by tugging on the chain between them causing both to stagger forward a step. "The winner may walk out of here with no worries, the looser will entertain me tonight," said Freeza letting go of the chain.

Blank looks were on both Zarbon and Vegeta’s faces as they slowly turned to look at each other in disbelief. Then Vegeta frowned darkly at him and Zarbon returned it. I guess this is going to break whatever fondness we had for each other, thought Zarbon almost regretfully. He had no desire to keep Freeza company, the changeling was not a considerate lover even if his partner was willing. It was always painful to a certain degree; his eyes looked at Freeza and a shiver ran down his spine. But… his eyes went back to look at Vegeta.

Zarbon choked at the unbelievable tight hold the Saiyan had on his windpipe. Yes you really are strong Saiyan, but I've had years more experience then you cub! He snapped the chain tight once again and yanking one of Vegeta’s arms out from under him. The Saiyan went down, but never released his hold on Zarbon who was forced to follow him down. Vegeta went with the fall and managed to curl up and swing Zarbon under him slamming the changeling to the floor with their combined weight. Zarbon huffed and growled as the Saiyan tried to get a hold of his braid, but was unable to reach it since Zarbon was laying on it.

Vegeta felt Zarbon’s questing hand and cursed colorfully, he then slammed himself to the side landing hard on the arm the Zarbon had been searching with. Zarbon bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain, instead he turned it into a growl and rolled on top of the Saiyan. He once again used the chain to his benefit wrapping it quickly around Vegeta’s unchained arm and pulling it tight so that the two limbs were tangled together. He then leaned over the Saiyan and forced his hands over his head. Zarbon’s free hand, that was still on the back of Vegeta’s thigh, continued it journey up as the Saiyan cursed loudly and struggled, twisting around under him in an attempt to throw him off.

Zarbon’s eyes threatened to cross as one of Vegeta’s knees, intentionally or not he'd never know, nailed him hard between legs. He trembled as pain ran all through his frame and then dropped like a stone on top of the small Saiyan, biting his teeth together. Muffled protests could be heard from Vegeta as he was now being crushed under the larger creature. The Saiyan worked frantically to untangle his arms that, besides his feet, were the only part of him that could be seen under the other. When his arms were free Vegeta shoved Zarbon off so hard the Saiyan was nearly jerked to his feet when the chain snapped tight.

Zarbon recovered, though still in obvious pain, and stood up. Now he was pissed! That was a cheep shot! He grabbed the chain and started reeling the Saiyan in, who planted his feet and was generally being stubborn as Zarbon continued to shorten the length of chain between them. Vegeta cursed as he was now right in front of Zarbon. The changeling smirked devilishly and raised his hand holding the chain till Vegeta’s feet weren't touching the ground. You may be stronger then me Saiyan, but a lot of good it’s going to do off the ground. Vegeta aimed a shot at his side, kicking out at the greenish changeling’s ribs, but Zarbon anticipated the move and snapped his arm out beyond Vegeta’s reach making the Saiyan swing around so his back was to Zarbon.

Got you know you little monkey thought Zarbon snapping his hand out for the length of tail. "Nani?!" he shouted as the Saiyan curled up and swung to perch on his arm. Damn it you really are a monkey! Steamed Zarbon as Vegeta used the now short length of chain to his advantage and jumped over Zarbon’s shoulder, wrenching Zarbon’s arm painfully back. Zarbon almost fell backwards with the move as Vegeta still wasn't tall enough to reach the floor with the short chain and he was now holding up all the young Saiyan’s weight. Of course, now Vegeta was face to face with his long braid!

No you don't! Thought Zarbon straining the muscles in the arm Vegeta had pinned back. The Saiyan gasped loudly as he was snapped back over Zarbon’s shoulder and slammed into the floor, the chain back to its normal length as Zarbon released it to prevent it from snapping tight. The changeling winced, quite sure he'd torn some of the muscles in his arm with the move. Vegeta had also taken some damages from the move as he lay momentarily dazed on his back. He bent to try and flip the Saiyan over so he could grab a hold of his tail, but Vegeta recovered and lifted a foot planting it in his stomach and pulling hard on the chain. It was Zarbon’s turn to go catapulting over Vegeta and slam hard on his back. Vegeta did a backwards summersault and landed straddling Zarbon’s chest. Zarbon wasn't dazed long either and he rolled to the side pinning Vegeta under him, Vegeta growled and grabbed him too roll.

Vegeta finally managed to pin Zarbon down and get on top with his greater strength. The Saiyan sat back and pulled back his fist ready to punch the changeling silly if it would faze him long enough to grab the other’s ‘tail’. Vegeta moved to complete the swing, but the chain snapped tight and he was unable to finish it. Both glanced back to see the chain had hooked on one of the corners of the stage. Zarbon took the opportunity and raised up his own fist to nail the Saiyan under the jaw. Vegeta’s head snapped back, Zarbon saw his chanced and sat up tossing the Saiyan off him who didn't roll far due to the tight chain. Zarbon gave the chain a good shack till it flopped back up on the stage then moved over to plant his foot on the middle of Vegeta’s back and ground the Saiyan down.

Jess shrugged in a carefree manner. "That doesn't mean much when there are only three of your monkey tailed kind left, mate. What are you going to do, sick your guards on me? What a laugh, if you can't hurt me what makes you think those weaklings can do anything? Besides…" said Jess with a smug grin on his face. "I've never fucked royalty before," he said grabbing the Saiyan by the leg and dragging him closer to him, fitting himself between Vegeta’s thighs.

A thoughtful frown crossed Zarbon’s face. Raditz would return tomorrow, which left a window of opportunity for the two to hook up. Zarbon sighed again, as if that would happen. Maybe he should just be blunt and tell Vegeta to go fuck the other Saiyan, the direct approach was probably the only method to get that stubborn kid to comply, like he'd ever listen to me thought Zarbon snippily. It would take a miracle or some act of god for that Saiyan to ever listen to him; Vegeta had proven many times over that he didn't vault his opinion.

The Saiyan prince cursed softly in some tongue that Zarbon didn't know. What really surprised him was that it was a single one-word curse and not a long stream of them; only serving to show how much this all rattled Vegeta’s deceitfully sturdy composure. And what would you be like if I'd showed up a few minutes later thought Zarbon not even able to picture an emotion raked Vegeta. "Surely you knew that he was after you," said Zarbon almost as if he was talking to the wall in front of him and not the Saiyan behind him.

Raditz walked down the familiar hall of Freeza’s fort, his emotions a mix of dread, concern, anger, and fear. A lot can happen in a week, especially one that seemed to last seven years and not seven days. Raditz had, had too much time to think, one of the things he preferred to leave to Vegeta. He really wished he could have just followed the Saiyan prince into combat like a mindless sheep as he'd done countless times before, but he'd not been so lucky. This time his prince was far away and it forced him to use his brain more then he wanted to. The increase in mental activity had caused him to wonder and even imagine what could possible be happening to his prince while he was eating his meals, setting up camp, or killing the occupants of whole towns. No matter what he was doing his mind kept going back to the Saiyan prince driving him to the brink of insanity. Right now he was teetering on the edge of it, waiting to see if fate would push him in, if his prince had been immorally used like a commoner and he helpless to prevent it. To his mind that made him just as guilty as those that would use the royal blood of his people so.

There was another reason he wished to see Vegeta, a purely selfish one; he missed him… He missed the prince’s strong proud presents, cold nature, quick wits, and morbid sense of humor. The other Saiyan’s absents only served to show him how much he desired contact with him: the short chitchats about nothing in particular just to lighten the air at boring moments. The stern, comfortable role of Lord and servant they played. And, the strong ache for physical and mental contract to more of his kind. That last one was particular strong for a mature male Saiyan at the prime of his life with natural instinct gnawing at him to fulfill the first rule of all life: passing on his genes to future generations. Of course, this instinct wasn't being specific enough and thus the need to breed and reproduce was translated to the need to have sex, children not a dominating factor in the urge. Being away from someone you want has a way of making you fantasize about them more and boy had Raditz been having some naughty impure fantasies.

Raditz straightened after knocking himself silly for a few seconds. "I am Raditz, first class fighter under the commands of Prince Vegeta. I will follow my prince to death, my personal feelings and emotions for him are irrelevant. My duties as a solider will always come first. I will not tempt myself by thinking I am worthy to be so familiar, let alone worthy enough to possess my lord in any way or form." With the firm belief that he had the subject of his and Vegeta’s ‘relationship’ figured out he processed to the Saiyan prince’s door to fulfill his duties of making sure he was well and that bastard Freeza hadn't laid a hand on him. Raditz slightly growled to himself at the thought, the earlier dread and worry sinking back in.

"What now Zarbon, I thought I was free do whatever I…" Vegeta’s voice trailed off as he turned and spotted Raditz and not Zarbon. "Want…" finished the Saiyan prince. Vegeta had just gotten out of the shower and had been thoroughly drying his hair with a white towel. A rather large white bathrobe was loosely wrapped around his frame, the front hanging open and showing a muscular chest. The white cloth was speckled with darker spots were the water from the not so dry Saiyan had absorbed into it, particularly around the shoulders and back where the still wet hair dripped an occasional drop of water.

"Saaa," said Vegeta moving over to sit on his bed, his legs crossed the robe parting there as well showing off a fair amount of leg as the Saiyan absentmindedly rubbed at the hair on the nape of his neck with the towel. "Were there any complications?" said Vegeta continuing to rub with the towel till a full twenty seconds paused without a response from the older Saiyan. He glanced up at Raditz to see the other Saiyan had a fixed stare on him though he didn't seem to be paying attention.

He cast an eye down to look at himself and realized for the first time the disarray of his clothes and how suggestive it all looked. The first thing that came to his mind was to close the damn robe and order Raditz out, but he hesitated as an unwelcome thought came to mind: why not let him stay? Vegeta then mentally sent a few of his favorite curses Zarbon’s way as he knew where that damn thought had come from. I will not follow that damn changeling’s advise, what the hell does he know?! But Vegeta was pretty sure that Zarbon did ‘know’, knew all too well; his eyes had said all he hadn't voiced out loud.

Vegeta looked up to regard Raditz carefully. Tall and rather large in build, not nearly as slender as he, very masculine. Raditz was probably twice as thick as him and half his size taller, which gave the other Saiyan a far greater intimation factor. He was a little over the average Saiyan’s height- Vegeta would have killed to be that tall- and above average a few notches as far as power went. He had to have the most hair Vegeta had ever seen ‘anyone’ have, too heavy to be all that spiky, but still distinctly Saiyan. Hard etched features like most Saiyans, he supposed many would find them handsome, not that he was much of a judge; he'd been a wee bit too young to care about such things when there were plenty of Saiyans around to compare. Yes he supposed Raditz was handsome, a commoner who was slightly above average in everything it seemed; though, still very much a commoner.

He frowned to himself, commoner… The rank difference was painfully obvious, as far as Saiyan culture went Raditz shouldn't even be allowed to look him directly in the eyes. He locked eyes with the other Saiyan and watched him sweat. Yes commoner was written all over him, the nervous air about him was very unattractive to Vegeta. His other senses picked up Raditz’s stretched tight nerves and something else… arousal. The other Saiyan was turned on even while he was scared like a rabbit; odd mix, it must really mess him up.

"I am," said Raditz looking down at his clenched fists. "I want that bastard dead," he growled. "I want to rip him limb from limb and watch him bleed to death slowly with great pain," smiled the other Saiyan, bloodlust lighting his eyes. "He should fall at the hands of a Saiyan, so he can know how foolish he is to underestimate us." Raditz looked up at Vegeta with the battle lust lighting up his face. His scent told that the thought was only making him more excited.

Vegeta could easily picture the gory scene that Raditz was painting, the though of killing Freeza in such a manner brought out his battle lust too and put a smile on his face. If there was one thing that Vegeta truly enjoyed it was a real passionate fight with an opponent around the same level as he. Some of Vegeta’s excitement was ruined with the reality cheek that Freeza was still many times stronger then his top power level. In a fight with Freeza it won't be very exciting for him, just painful. He glanced back at Raditz seeing that the other Saiyan had no doubt noticed his grin and thoughtful look on the subject. Clearly Raditz was more relaxed now like when they traded comments after a purge mission; it was kind of comfortable.

Vegeta couldn't tell, blood and gore didn't really seem like sweet talk subjects, but in a Saiyan’s case maybe it fit. Yah it did, Vegeta always felt the most alive in combat, fighting excited him, made his blood race though his veins like liquid fire; it was exhilarating. Fighting had a lot to do with Saiyan behavior, even when it came to sexual habits; all Saiyans were masochists to a certain degree as well as sadists. The Saiyan method of claiming a mate could be considered SM since it was almost always violent and often bloody. Such violent passion was an erotic mix to a battle-oriented race.

All this thought about fighting was exciting Vegeta, he really wanted a battle at the moment, to see the flow of crimson blood slide down warrior frames. His own blood or another’s it didn't matter, he just really craved the coppery scent and taste at the moment- a natural addiction of most Saiyans that tended to pop up frequently in their day-to-day lives. An ever so soft groan escaped Vegeta just remembering the taste of another’s life-blood on his tongue; in fact, he could just faintly pick up the scent from Raditz. Apparently the older Saiyan had come straight to him after returning from his mission, thus he still smelt of his and his last couple kills’ blood.

Raditz shivered looking at the prince who was staring off to the side with a wishful look on his face. Relaxed laid back posture, the bits of bare flesh on display for him to view, and the Saiyan prince’s long tail laying on the bed the end twitching quite attractively. He fully agreed with his prince: a spar- no a hunt sounded so good, especially if the young Saiyan before him was the prey and prize. "Vegeta-sama," called Raditz again causing his prince to look back at him. "I would be more then happy to spar with you."

Raditz couldn't help the excited grin from spreading on his face as he widened his stance and raised up his hands defensively. He studied Vegeta’s stance and balance finding no openings, as always Vegeta’ defense was flawless. He'd have to try and make an opening. The taller Saiyan dashed forward and swung in a roundhouse kick, Vegeta simply stepped back out of his reach. The taller Saiyan stepped forward and struck out with his elbow, getting in close, then followed up with a series of jabs and punches. The other Saiyan turned and twisted gracefully out of the way, amused smirk still playing on his lips as if to say ‘too easy’. Then without warning Vegeta lashed out with his hand, fingers and muscles tight to graze the side of Raditz’s throat in a lightening quick strike. A small nick opened and blood ran down the taller Saiyan’s throat. Raditz’s stopped and backed off raising up a hand to feel the wound that had been made too fast to even feel the contract. His fingers came back bloody.

Raditz knew it was a warning, that Vegeta always played for keeps and if he wanted to continue then he would receive real damage. The smart thing to do would have been to admit he was way out of his league and stand down, but he just didn't want to. He didn't want to stop, he really wanted to win this fight. In his instinct flooded mind he wasn't willing to stop till he either got what he wanted or was unable to move any more. The taller Saiyan growled in a primitive manner and disappeared to reappear behind the smaller Saiyan arms reaching up in an attempt to grab Vegeta in a bear hug.

The Saiyan prince grabbed his right hand without looking and turned, giving a short hard tug, snapping Raditz around. The smaller Saiyan then planted a foot on his lower back and shoved sending Raditz crashing to the floor to roll in a summersault till he hit the wall with a ‘thud’. The Saiyan prince raised a hand and fired a small ki blast at the downed Saiyan. It impacted and charred the wall inches from Raditz’s face. A cold sweat ran down Raditz’s back realizing in a real fight that would have been the end of him. He glanced up at his prince who seemed to be enjoying himself.

Raditz rolled to his feet and remained crouched studying the scene. He was right next to Vegeta’s bed and a shelf. The taller Saiyan silently fisted a hand into the top blanket on the bed then whipped it off and tossed it at the other Saiyan, expecting to blind him for a moment so he could whip around the other and get him from behind. But, when he appeared behind the place Vegeta should have been the other wasn't there any more. The sheet fell to the floor and someone grabbed his hair painfully forcing his head back to look at a pair of coal black eyes. "Nice try, but easily avoided if your opponent figures out what you're intent is." He gave a quick tug on the other’s thick mane, "once again dead Raditz. I could break your neck in three places with just a few quick snaps of my wrist." Vegeta let go of Raditz’s hair but continued to remain behind the other Saiyan.

Raditz knew it was bait, Vegeta wasn't stepping back, taking less room so Raditz didn't have to charge so far and thus less time for Vegeta to react. The smug prince was waiting once again to see if Raditz still wanted to play. Raditz tried an uncommon move to see if he could throw Vegeta off. He suddenly leaned back and pushed off with his feet, back still to the other man. He straightened and turned to the side slightly, expecting to shoulder slam the other, but just as he thought Vegeta was long gone as he fell back into a roll coming up into a crouch. He glanced around for the other Saiyan and spotted him above him, but too late to prevent Vegeta’s next strike. The Saiyan’s foot connected with Raditz breast, the armor he wore cracked all the way across the front, the air escaped Raditz with a wheeze. The Saiyan was unable to draw in a breath to replenish his lungs’ supply of oxygen as Vegeta didn't stop the assault with the single hit and followed it up with several rapid punches to the gut. Raditz felt he was on the verge of blacking out, but the pummeling stopped before he could and he sank to the floor to lie on is stomach, more interested in getting some O2 at the moment then continuing the ‘spar’.

His prince was only a step or two away from him now and he had a really good view of Vegeta’s bare feet as the other Saiyan stood over him waiting to see if Raditz was going to admit defeat yet. Raditz bit his lip lightly in frustration; too strong, too fast, too cunning, Vegeta out matched him in all this. How was he even going to get close enough to lay a hand on him let alone defeat him? His eyes wondered up the other Saiyan’s legs to the hem of Vegeta’s robe. He’s beating me in a bathrobe fore peat’s sake! A giant, loose bathrobe that’s looks like it should be falling off his slim frame and hindering him, but no! He fights in that thing as easily as he does in his uniform. "Hmmm...." hummed Raditz as something popped into his head. Normally Raditz won't try something like this, but he didn't exactly have many options at the moment and he was in the prefect position. The taller Saiyan charged a bit of ki in his hands and brought them to his face to slap them together. The resulting blast of ki bluffed everything close by making anything loose fly ‘up’.

Oh God! Please get me out of here! Thought Raditz mentally. Once again desire and fear mixed in such an over loading sensation for the Saiyan. Thrilled by the close contract and position he was now in with Vegeta, mortified about what the other Saiyan’s response to it might be. He was sure his scent had switched from excited to highly aroused and with Vegeta being so close there was no way he couldn't have noticed it. He'd also all but pulled the robe opened, it was barely still closed by the cloth belt around the waist, the prince’s chest, ads, and shoulders were completely visible.

Raditz watched Vegeta’s eyes close, breaking some of the panic on him. It was hard to look so deep into those eyes, specially when put in such a position with their owner. His prince almost looked relaxed under him, face neutral, and showing no signs that he dislike this turn of events. He held his breath in fear as Vegeta suddenly frowned eyes still closed. He was greatly confused when the grip on his throat loosened to slide gentle back behind his neck and tangle in the hair there. He managed a short surprised gasp as Vegeta slowly leaned up and pressed his lips to his in a very soft chaste kiss.

Raditz’s eyes slid shut and he leaned down over the prince pushing him back to the floor. His hands slid up to the smaller Saiyan’s shoulders to hold him flat as his tongue ran over the prince’s bottom lip daring to ask entrance. To his great delight and excitement it was granted and he deepened the kiss, teasing the inside of Vegeta’s mouth with all the skill he'd picked up over the years. He growled against the other Saiyan’s lips and took on a aggressive air, lying his form over Vegeta’s and letting his full weight down on him as he kissed wildly encouraged by a deep moan from Vegeta. When Raditz finally let up he couldn't help the soft purr that vibrated in his throat. It was like a man dying of thirst finally being given a drink of water. He hadn't felt such a feeling of fulfillment and inner peace for so long as his instinct driven mind told him he'd finally found a way to stop the urge. Possess the one under him now and he would always feel this sensation of fulfillment.

He rested his head on the smaller Saiyan’s shoulder and nuzzled his throat, breathing the scent of another Saiyan, an unclaimed partner…. He wanted to sink his teeth in the other’s flesh and taste the red wine of his blood, to leave his mark on the young prince’s person. Mark, then take, and last claim as his. He could feel the muscles in the younger Saiyan’s frame tense, obviously uncomfortable about this. The obvious reluctance in his prince both sparked hope and worry in him.

Raditz tried to hide his delighted grin, but he was sure some of it showed. Untouched, the word sent a thrill down his spine. Freeza or his men hadn't touched him. Many Saiyans couldn't stand the thought that someone else might have partaken in their chosen mate. The aggressor, if not on a conscious level then on a subconscious one, considered a claimed partner as his and only his property. This possessive instinct usually only showed up in the one that had actually claimed possession of the other, the dominator. The more submissive partner usually didn't care about their mate’s past sexually conquests, but the dominator was known to get terrible jealous towards any that could claim to have sexually dominated before them. A mated Saiyan more then often tried to kill any of his mate’s past lovers just to insure they didn't try and claim what was his or hers. Raditz was glad his choose mate was untouched, there was no one to complicate his claim. He hid his smile in the still stiffly uncomfortable young Saiyan’s neck and licked at his ear delighted with the small shiver it invoked in his prince. This one was his, he was already sure of his right to lay claim on him. Of course, Vegeta was far stronger then him and this gave the other Saiyan the right to be aggressor. Raditz desired the aggressive roll and would fight for it even if sure he'd loose. Still maybe his prince preferred the lesser of the two rolls and would allow his dominance. Obviously Vegeta didn't know how he was suppose to react to all this, too young to have a Saiyan’s over powering urges yet and too inexperienced in the subject to take the aggressive roll. Raditz grinned wider again the young Saiyan, hands sliding down to grab him by the hips feeling the other jolt at the sudden move. Yes, too inexperienced, if he was cunning about it he could gain and keep control long enough to complete the link establishing himself in the dominant roll. The first step would be to make Vegeta realize his lack of knowledge on the subject and thus hand over control to one more qualified. Of course, this must to be said delicately, Vegeta never took kindly to being told someone was better than him in anything.

Vegeta huffed at the contact; a fine tremor started to shake his frame as new sensations of arousal ran across his skin bringing goose bumps in their wake. The lost of composure and control bothered the prince more then he was willing to admit. He didn't like to feel helpless and right now he was feeling so. He didn't know what Raditz’s next move would be and to a certain degree that scared him. Vegeta bit his lip and lay back, good, this was how it should be. Freeza wasn't likely to explain, warn him, or even care about his responses to certain things. Therefore, the less Raditz worked to please him and the more the older Saiyan did to please himself the better, it would give him a hint about what to expect in the future. Although, he couldn't say he didn't like the way this was making him feel. It was… pleasant he supposed, his main complaints being his lack of control and the inability to anticipate what would happen next.

Raditz’s tail uncoiled from his waist to wave slowly behind him as he moved his head over to the Saiyan’s other breast and bit down gentle making Vegeta shift under him. The smaller Saiyan’s hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if he didn't know what to do with them, which he probably didn't. Raditz would have liked Vegeta to touch him back, but that could wait for another time, after he'd made his claim he'd teach him lots of fun games they could play together. He rubbed himself across the smaller Saiyan slowly working Vegeta’s legs apart as he continued to toy with his prince’s chest. Soft sound escaped Vegeta, most were cut off as the prince tried to remain mute while Raditz works.

Raditz grinned and hooked his hands under Vegeta’s thighs to tug them wide open causing Vegeta to gasp rather loudly in shock. He didn't stop, but slid farther down the confused Saiyan’s body to follow the muscle lines of the prince’s washboard stomach. Vegeta’s hands flattened out on the floor than his fingers scratched across the carpet as he blinked up at the ceiling unable to stop himself from squirming slightly under the other’s attention. He clamped his teeth together to stop any protest from working their way free as Raditz continued his path down, pausing briefly at his naval to roll his tongue over it then started dragging his tongue down again. His heart raced around in his chest, he'd long ago responded to what Raditz was doing and couldn't stop the heated flush that crossed his face knowing the other Saiyan getting an eye full. The urge to sit up and push the other man off him was growing by the second as he really started to rethink what he was doing. I'm not ready for this he thought in a panic moving to try and sit up. He was stopped as Raditz lifted a hand and pressed it to his chest to roughly shove him back down. Raditz’s other hand grabbed a hold of one of his thighs and threw it over his shoulder as his head moved down between the younger Saiyan’s legs.

Raditz slowly ran his tongue up feeling the thigh over his shoulder quiver at the contact. He glanced up watching his prince’s mouth work, but no sound came out. The younger Saiyan stop his unsuccessful attempts at speech and went back to baring his teeth. Raditz grinned, oh little prince, you'll be screaming before I'm done with you he silently vowed giving the other Saiyan a flew agonizing slowly licks just to watch him dance under him. To Raditz amusement Vegeta actually tried to get away from him by pulling himself back with his arms. The larger Saiyan only scooted up more, his hand slid up the back of the thigh over his shoulder and pushed.

First Vegeta wished he wasn't so damn flexible, then he wished Raditz wasn't so damn tall! If either of these had been true then he won't be in this defenseless position at the moment. Several gasps left him and annoyed at his inability to shut up he raised a hand to his mouth and clasped it over it. That only worked for a few seconds though. He found a better solution by biting down hard on one of his fingers; the coppery taste of blood flowed into his mouth. What Raditz was now doing to him was short-circuiting his brain. He felt he must have the mental capacity of Nappa at the moment, he was actually seeing spots dance before his eyes. Raditz’s mouth was too warm, too wet, his tongue too vigorous, the younger Saiyan’s stomach tied its self up in knots, his free hand sliding up over his head fingers spreading and running across the carpet. Vegeta’s physical side was finally getting the better of his mental as it loudly proclaimed ‘I feel good so shut up’! Vegeta’s jaw dropped open, bloody digit leaving it to curl up by the side of his face as Saiyan prince finally voice his pleasure with a cry. His back arched erotically as he opened his eyes half way, clouded over with the sensations he was experiencing for the first time.

Raditz was also enjoying himself a great deal, as he'd promised himself he was taking in and memorizing all that was happening. This was not just a chance to let out some sexual stress as his session with Meikan had been, far from it. He drank up every one of Vegeta’s reactions to his touches, aroused beyond belief by the display. He'd never seen his prince so responsive to anything, there was none of the usually lard-lines on Vegeta’s face now. He looked young… finally looked his natural age giving in to pleasure and allowing it to run loose through his body. Vegeta had given up all attempts at dignity and was now groaning loudly with every movement of his head. I could cum just watching you my prince he mentally praised watching the other through half-lidded eyes. To further display his appreciation of the show and to perhaps add more fuel to the fire he began to purr really deep in his throat and moved to engulf the other Saiyan’s length deeper.

The young Saiyan arched tight like a bow, mouth opening in a loud scream as the dam broke and Raditz drank him down. It seemed like the older Saiyan was sapping his strength, as he couldn't keep his muscles clenched for long and allowed himself to go boneless. Both arms curled over his head and he rested his cheek on his shoulder panting for air with the aftermath of his fulfillment. The only part of him that didn't go limp was his long tail that waved slowly back and forth in lazy swings, showing just how much he'd enjoyed that. He closed his eyes and couldn't help the soft purr that escaped him, damn he felt good!

Raditz lowered the shorter Saiyan’s legs back to the floor and raised up a hand to wipe the corner or his mouth where a trail of white had escaped. He then licked at the fist to get every last drop, savoring the taste of his soon-to-be life partner. He looked down at the pleasantly drained Saiyan boy to see that Vegeta had obviously enjoyed that greatly. The Saiyan looked as relaxed as a cat sleeping on a window with the sun beating down on it. With his legs spread wide, arms curled over his head, face nestled into the crook of his arm, purring softly, and a real smile for once gracing his lips the young Saiyan was the most erotic thing Raditz had ever had the pleasure of seeing. The image would haunt his dreams many nights to come.

Vegeta turned his head back hearing the thud and looked at the other Saiyan with half lidded eyes, only half the lights were on up stairs as lazy waves of pleasure still rolled over his fogged conscious. A few more lights switched on as Raditz moved to lie over him again, tangling his hands in the prince’s spiky black locks, and leaning down to issue a deep passionate kiss. Vegeta moaned into the kiss allowing the other to explore his mouth once again, at the moment he couldn't careless what Raditz was doing, the larger Saiyan was a good kisser. He was content to just lie where he was and let his strength come back to him, his relaxed state was ruined as he felt something press into this thigh. It was not as comfortable as the rest of Raditz; it was hard while the rest of Raditz molded to fit him.

Raditz watched the look of disbelief cross Vegeta’s face with some pride. Why don't I intimately introduce you to my friend little princy thought Raditz naughtily as he reached down with his hands to grip Vegeta by the hips and slide him down into a better position. It’s my turn to have some fun. He seemed to have forgotten that Vegeta could whip his butt, but was soon reminded as the younger Saiyan grabbed him by the hair and yanked hard causing him to huff in pain. He looked the other Saiyan in the eyes and clearly saw Vegeta’s reluctance to allow him to continue on his present course.

Vegeta felt like yelling ‘hell no!’ in the other man’s face, but held his tongue. His grip slowly loosened in the other man’s hair then dropped back above his head. Vegeta wasn't able to make eye contact with Raditz, turning his face to the side as a shameful blush painted its self over his cheeks. He wasn't doing this for Raditz he was doing it for the experience, he needed to know what to expect. Freeza wasn't likely to take no for an answer and unlike Raditz he couldn't just yank some locks of hair to make him stop, hell Freeza didn't even have hair! But still… he glanced down the other Saiyan’s stomach to see Raditz’s arousal straining the tight material of his shorts. I greatly underestimated our compatibility in size, is it even possible…. He swallowed hard, I guess I'll find out soon enough.

Raditz watched all the fight slowly drain out of his prince who turned his head to the side a blush crossing his cheeks. Shy, figured Raditz not really blaming Vegeta for being so, he'd been down right against it the first time someone has asked to take him in such a manner. Lucky for Raditz Vegeta seemed to have expected his silent request as he was now lying submissively under him. Submissive? He couldn't believe his luck, who would have thought Vegeta had a submissive side and in this of all things! If Raditz believed in a god he would have been thanking him right now.

"Relax," repeated Raditz bending his head down more to slide his tongue down the other’s washboard stomach again, hands sliding alone Vegeta’s sides as he moved down the smaller Saiyan’s body. Every instinct in Raditz’s body was telling him to just take the other Saiyan hard, fast, and with much force, but he stubbornly pushed them back. I won't give in to my instincts, not just yet. I'm going to explore first he grinned reached the prince naval to stick his tongue inside and tease it very suggestively. As if realizing what Raditz was trying to copy with the move, Vegeta’s thighs closed more squeezing the sides of Raditz’s. Ah, ah, thought Raditz once again pulling and bending one of the other Saiyan’s legs up. Don't try to block my path or hide from me little prince or I'll just eat you a live, he purred softly moving farther down to run his tongue up the inside of Vegeta’s bent of leg.

Raditz figure out fast that Vegeta was ticklish as the prince nearly pushed him off and promptly tried to keep him away from those areas, scowling at him while blushing faintly. Raditz only smiled up at him with mischief and without warning flipped him over on his stomach. Raditz then worked from the back of one of Vegeta’s knees up to the dip in the prince’s back with one long wet stroke, not light enough to spark a ticklish reaction from the other. He smiled devilishly as he got to the base of one furry reddish brown tail. One hand captured the tip the other gripped the middle of the long tail.

Vegeta’s reaction was instant, snapping his eyes shut and cringing as the other Saiyan fingered the Saiyans’ most vulnerable part: the tail. He fully expected the other Saiyan to get abusive, being grabbed by the tail was suppose to be the most painful thing one of his kind could experience. He'd only seen Saiyan servants get their tails grabbed as a form of punishment, their screams had echoed endlessly down the stone halls of his home world’s palace, the most angst Vegeta had ever heard in anyone’s voice. He knew himself how sensitive it was having accidentally snagged, pulled, or crunched it a few times. Needless to say he'd always kept it save from other people’s reach, having been warned many times from Nappa alone not to let anyone else touch it.

Raditz’s held the younger Saiyan’s eyes with his own as he brought the tip of the prince’s tail up and brushed it over his own cheek, a shiver ran down Vegeta’s whole frame at the small move. Soft, thought Raditz gently sliding his hand down the length of fur. Vegeta’s tail was much softer then his own due to the fact that the Saiyan was younger; the fur on his tail had yet to get as stiff as his, plus Vegeta had always been a better groomer then him. Watching with greedy eyes Raditz rubbed against the lay of the fur on Vegeta’s tail making the other Saiyan arch his back, hands fisting into the sheets as the prince’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

One thing you'll have to learn, my young prince grinned Raditz once again starting at the tip and running his hand down the whole length of the reddish brown fur. When you get a Saiyan by the tail you always have complete control over them, no matter class or power level. Raditz’s hand reached the base of the other Saiyan’s tail and he pinched the flesh there, feeling the fragile bone like structure that made up the tail bend slightly under the pressure. They weren't bones, more like cartilage shaped like bones and very breakable, thus making them the weakest part on an otherwise perfect body build for fighting and defense. No one had ever been able to figure out how to make the damn limb less sensitive to physical touch, therefore the Saiyan tail was always keep out of other’s reach for obvious reasons.

Vegeta seemed unable to control himself as Raditz fondled his sensitive tail, he was barely aware, his world had shrunk down to the sensations threading up and down his whole body brought on by the gentle teasing. He couldn't speak, couldn't even think so mind numbing was the pleasure running through him, there was no pride, no will, no nothing, all he could do was respond to what the captor of his tail did to it. This was the first time in Vegeta’s life where he'd truly lost all control with no possible way of regaining it. He was totally helpless and unable to even realized it due to the flood of nerve impulses running up and down his spine.

Raditz felt his arousal harden more, if were at all possible, watching the display. He’s thought Vegeta looked inviting while he pleased him, but watching the other Saiyan groan, moan, arch, and squirm before him, helpless and suffering from sensory over load, was almost too much for him. He watched Vegeta run his fingers over the sheets and rake his nails down the fabric. The prince was simply incapably of even attempting to mask the pleasure running through him, he wiggled on the bed, hips swaying as he rolled over on both of his sides several times in his mindless movement to express what had struck him dumb. Raditz knew that the tail was sensitive from personal experience, but he'd never responded so visible to a skilled lover’s touch. He'd heard rumors that some Saiyan’s were very sensitive, even more so then the average Saiyan. Something to do with the amount of handling and experience the tail’s owner had with experiencing such sensations. Almost all Saiyans had experienced pain and pleasure from their tails, it got easier to handle the flood as they got older and experienced more sensations through it, though no Saiyan was ever immune to its affect. Vegeta being the Saiyans’ prince had probably never let anyone else touch his tail. It was against the Saiyan code to touch royalty in such a manner unless you were royalty yourself, and Vegeta hadn't been very physically affectionate with his parents back on their home planet: another Saiyan rule, the heir must be strong and not cuddled.

Raditz finished his massage of the other Saiyan’s tail and let it slip limply through his fingers to fall across the quivering prince’s thighs, still being rocked with the aftermath of such pleasure. He swiftly tugged the loose bathrobe off the prince’s back and licked his lips, hooking his hands under the rim of his shorts and slipped them off. He then grabbed the other Saiyan by the hips, and dragged him back to lie bent over the bed. Raditz leaned over his prince and purred softly in the other Saiyan’s ear as he rubbed himself against the smaller Saiyan’s back, letting their nude forms slide together.

The Saiyan prince tensed at the sexually suggestive move, but slowly willed himself to submit and unclenched the muscles in his jaw to allow the more experienced Saiyan to continue. His brows turned down as the larger Saiyan thrust his finger deeper into his mouth and began to feeling around the inside of it. His actions were confusing Vegeta, what the hell was he doing? A few moments later the fingers pulled back slick with saliva to vanish from Vegeta’s sight back behind him were Raditz was press up against him. He felt the larger Saiyan shift pulling himself back from the prince’s rear, but still leaning over his back.

This is going to feel good thought Raditz feeling the tight heat of the other Saiyan as he moved his hand. He could barely contain himself from just ramming home right then, but he was more then a little concerned about how tense the other Saiyan’s muscles were. He ran his tongue sensually over the back of the smaller Saiyan’s neck moving up in a long wet stroke to his ear. "Relax," he coed again in the other’s ear. "It won't hurt so much if you relax."

Vegeta wanted to snap back some snippy remark about relaxing at this particular point, but held his tongue by biting it softly. I can still stop him drifted the thought in his conscious and for a moment that seemed like a damn good thing to do given the situation. Coward bit back his pride, you going to run from his? What will you do when Freeza finally gets his claws on you? Break down and cry like a fucking baby?! No snarled back Vegeta mentally. I can… handle this he thought allowing his muscles to relax as Raditz had told him even though his battle instincts were shouting at him to do the opposite.

Raditz watched the corner of Vegeta’s brow twitch, eyes closed, and lips pressed tightly together in a frown. Obviously the smaller Saiyan was finding this uncomfortable. Raditz smiled to himself. Not for much longer he promised the other as he searched for that one particular spot. He knew he'd found it when Vegeta grunted in shock and blinked open confused eyes. Bingo thought Raditz and began moving to hit that one spot over and over with every in and out motion of his hand.

Vegeta’s brows creased in confusion. Okay… that doesn't feel… bad… he admitted. But… but why-why the hell doesn't it?! His breath began to speed up as the stroking was invoking intents, confusing response from him. It was causing blood to go to a place he'd thought was done for the night. His fists clenched tight into the sheets as he became hard again under the assault and a low groan left him before he could swallow it. He let a ragged breath out and ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips. I don't understand why this is starting to feel… good. The end of his tail began to twitch in time to Raditz stroking and without his realizing it Vegeta’s hips began instinctually to follow that rhythm.

Raditz let out a low throaty growl and slid up more behind the smaller Saiyan. This tail stopped its predatory swing to snake down and coil around one of Vegeta’s thighs spreading the smaller Saiyan’s legs more. His free hand, which had remained tangled in Vegeta’s hair loosely, released the black strains to slide down the other Saiyan’s back and grip the side of the Saiyan’s narrow hips. He eyes gleamed dangerously as he watched the other Saiyan a moment longer, who was purring ever so softly in this throat, before removing this hand to grip the other side of Vegeta’s hips. His length quested up his prince’s thighs to press against his entrance.

Raditz found himself shaking slightly as he buried himself deep in the heated flesh of the younger Saiyan beneath him. He tried to make it slow and painless, but that was damn near impossible. "Tight," crooked Raditz leaning more of his weight down on the smaller Saiyan. Too tight! He felt his awareness threatening to leave him and make him no more intelligent then a beast in rut at such a pleasurable fit. For a moment all he wanted to do was use the other Saiyan hard and roughly, to violently have the other like a true Saiyan coupling should be, letting nothing but instincts guide him though the act. He almost gave in to them, but he paused as he look at the blood running down the corn of Vegeta’s mouth, the pained look on his handsome features. Vegeta was not a male Saiyan in rut, the other Saiyan was years younger them him and no where near the time in his life were the impulse for hard wild sex would dominate his mind. If he let his instincts win his would be mate would only surfer pain though their unity and he didn't want that. No he didn't want that at all.

Raditz leaned over and purred affectionately in the other’s ear, hands going up Vegeta’s sides to slide under the other Saiyan and cross over his chest. His hands rested on the other’s shoulders and pulled the smaller Saiyan back against him, holding him possessively as he ran his tongue over the wincing Saiyan’s ear. He would not move his hips till Vegeta had a chance to adjust he promised nuzzling the other’s neck and breathing in deeply the prince’s scent. He could be patient for a little longer especially if the out come was favorable.

Vegeta swallowed hard and opened his eyes as Raditz hugged him tightly from behind. He let out a slightly ragged breath as the other Saiyan nudged his head over with the side of his face to nip at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, running his tongue over the flesh there. Vegeta became all too aware of his responses to Raditz. He was slightly out of breath as if he'd been fighting for hours against a powerful opponent. A thin layer of sweat covered him making him feel feverishly hot. And, the most noticeable part was he was painfully aroused by the intimate act they were in the middle of, his length pressed hard into the mattress below them.

Slowly the pain and discomfort began to lessen, and Vegeta found it was true that if he let himself relax it wasn't nearly as bad. He became aware of Raditz’s responses to this as well. The larger Saiyan was purring contently in his throat as if he found his position unbelievably comfortable. The other Saiyan’s tail was wrapped tightly around his leg the tipped softly stroking his inner thigh, and he was rubbing slightly against him, more like rocking back and forth. Raditz’s actions could be described as gentle, possible tender, which confused Vegeta. He wondered for the first time if this had more meaning to Raditz then a simple roll in the hay.

That thought was cut short before he could ponder it deeper by the other Saiyan drawing back his hips and thrusting them forward. Vegeta grunted at the first few motions, but found the more Raditz did it the more he got use to it. In fact, he was starting to find the motion pleasant as Raditz was hitting that odd spot over and over again. The friction building between them was starting to make Vegeta squirm as well as the steadily increasing pounding of Raditz’s hips which were making his own length press harder into the mat with every trust. His breath got deeper and turned into a pant broken by low moans. He couldn't help the soft purr that struck back up in his throat and leaned his head back, arching to allow Raditz better access. He purred deeper as the other Saiyan took the tossing back of his head to devour his throat, tightening his possessive grip on the prince as he began to use more force with him encouraged by Vegeta’s responses.

Heaven thought Raditz pleasure filled mind as he started to add a little more strength to his thrusts. It felt too good, not just on a physical side, but a deep mental one that had always felt empty when bedding non Saiyans. Raditz thought for sure feeling this good would mean death, such a delicious way to go. If this kills me I won't regret it, he growled against the other Saiyan’s throat. Won't regret a second of it, he grinned as he let his more forceful nature kick in pleased with the pleasured gasps he got from the Saiyan under him. My little prince are you a masochist? He thought with a wicket grin, as the Saiyan prince seemed to be responding more visible to the rougher play. You make me want you more and more with these delightful discoveries. Raditz dropped the tender roll and took on a more aggressive dominating air. He uncrossed his arms from across Vegeta’s chest and stood up behind the young Saiyan. A very naughty look crossed his face as his hands slid up the other Saiyan’s shoulder blades to grip his shoulders. Raditz drew back his hips and thrust them back hard.

Vegeta only barely noticed Raditz’s shift in positions at first, noting the loose of body heat more then anything else. He become all too aware of the shift when the other Saiyan pinned his shoulders down and drew back his hips to trust them forward hard. He didn't try to stop the cry that left him, that really hit the spot, so to speak. No sooner had he recovered from the first then Raditz did it again even harder this time. The Saiyan prince was reduced to cries and groans as Raditz treated him to a hard demanding ride.

Raditz’s own breath was starting to sound labored now, and he let out his fair share of grunts and moans while he moved behind the other Saiyan. Vegeta seemed completely off guard and now seemed like a good time to try and establish a mental connection with the smaller Saiyan. His eyes closed as he let the threads of his mind brush softly against the other Saiyan’s searching for entrance. An iron will slammed down on his blocking any attempt of passing into the forbidden land of the Saiyan prince’s mind. Raditz frowned as his hips continued to move. Even while in this much pleasure he’s still able to guard against mental attacks or in his case another Saiyan’s attempt to impose his will on him wondered Raditz. The larger Saiyan let out an annoyed growl; he wasn't going to give up so easily. Maybe doing it like this wasn't intimate enough. He drew back from the other Saiyan and swiftly flipped Vegeta over on his back. Let’s try a different approach he thought grinning down at the other Saiyan while moving back between his legs.

Certainly Raditz would have felt it too if someone had been trying a mental assault, the other Saiyan didn't have nearly as many mental barriers or the level of mental prowess he possessed. Someone could only strike out blindly with such an attack if their opponent wasn't in the same area; therefore, Raditz would have felt it too, but the other Saiyan didn't seem to have. Vegeta decided to dismiss it as Raditz was once again moving in for the kill. He forgot all about the incident as he felt the other Saiyan’s tail twine around his own and squeeze rhythmically invoking a deep purr from Vegeta at the wonderful sensations that spiked up and down his spine. Vegeta half growled half purred as Raditz bit down on his inner thigh sucking blood from the wound he inflicted. The scent of blood filled Vegeta’s nose mixing erotically with the lustful language of their bodies. Yah, whatever that was could wait till later, thought Vegeta reaching up to wrap his arms around Raditz shoulders and pull him down over him. He licked the larger Saiyan’s lips and was rewarded with Raditz moving down more for another kiss.

Looks like he’s gotten over being shy, thought Raditz feeling the smaller Saiyan’s tongue skillfully tease the inside of his mouth. He growled into the other Saiyan’s mouth as his arousal brush between the other’s legs, desire to finished what he’s started filled him, those instincts were fighting for control again. Raditz growled menacing at them, no stay down he mentally commanded. Unless his partner was willing or knocked silly he'd never be able to make a mental claim with his mind letting his body make all the decisions. It was going to require concentration to get past Vegeta’s defensives, though he didn't know if he was going to be able to spare much as his body ached for satisfaction. Raditz groaned deep in his throat as Vegeta squeezed his waist with his thighs in an inviting manner. Taking the hint Raditz swung one leg over his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist to move up the other Saiyan’s body, doubling him over. He swallowed Vegeta’s groans with another kiss as he thrust back in, in one smooth motion, his hands moving up to hold the sides of the prince’s jaw as he deepened the kiss. He was going to have to try and fuck Vegeta silly, so to speak, in order to get a good hold on the other Saiyan's mind. There'd be a window of opportunity when the prince climaxed his defenses would go down for a few seconds. Raditz groaned feeling Vegeta move his hips in time to him, could he last long enough to attempt it was the question. He was already finding it hard to think.

Vegeta’s lips opened in soundless cries at the power of Raditz’s thrusts, he was really enjoying this now that he’s gotten a chance to get use to it. The bed under him sounded like it would shake its self to pieces a testament to the natural power in the larger Saiyan’s build. He watched the Saiyan’s face above him as it showed that Raditz too was finding his extremely pleasant and pleasurable. He couldn't complain about the lack of control not when surrendering it to Raditz felt this good. The younger Saiyan’s arms curled over his head to fist into the sheets there, those soundless cries gained voices as the intensity built with ever passing second; he wasn't going to last much longer at his rate.

Raditz’s hands also gripped handfuls of the sheet under them, sweat slid down his sculpted frame, his breath was a ragged panting gasp for air. Light tremors raked him from shear exhaustion as he stubbornly tried to hold out longer then Vegeta, but the Saiyan prince had great stamina and it looked like Raditz would loose this round as well. He let out a roar of pleasure and anger, as his body could no longer go on. His anger was short lived as wave of pure sensation washed over him as he found release deep in the heated flesh of his prince; the pleasure was too consuming for his anger at failing to capture his prince to have any ground in his mind at the moment. "Vegeta…."

Vegeta’s vision blurred going between the ceiling and white flashes of bliss. He felt Raditz’s thrust up to the hilt in him and hold still deep inside, then the other Saiyan roared, arching his back gracefully as he tossed back his thick wild mane of black hair. Vegeta watched him through half lidded eyes, he could almost think that low class Saiyan was beautiful in his climax. He watching as all the strength seemed to leave Raditz and then he collapsed right on top of him as if struck dead, lying limply over his form, still deep inside the other Saiyan, gasping for oxygen against Vegeta’s neck.

Vegeta couldn't help the frustrated whimper that sounded from him. It was a bit of a problem when your partner was done but you weren't. Worst yet Raditz was lying on top of him trapping his erection between them, it was impossible for Vegeta to finish it himself like that. He lifted his hands and scratched ten thin lines across Raditz’s back bringing the other Saiyan’s foggy mind back to reality. The other Saiyan groaned disappointedly against his neck.

Raditz conscious was pulled back into his drained body as he felt the sting of ten nails running along his shoulder blades. He groaned in a disappointed manner into Vegeta’s neck. He’s failed, his hand slid between them to capture the prince’s arousal and began to stroke it. He was too exhausted to even try worming his way into the prince’s head; he'd failed to claim him. He felt the other man writhe under him, making small noises in his throat at Raditz’s skilled touches. Oh Vegeta-sama, I want you more then you know he thought lifting his head to watch the younger Saiyan’s pleasure filled face, eyes closed tight, mouth open, hands scratching along his back. He slowly leaned down to press his lips to the other Saiyan’s and then swallowed Vegeta’s own howl as the Saiyan prince came in his hand.

*Gasp* what the hell?! Raditz?! Thought Vegeta eyes snapping wide. The memories of last night drifted back to him making a dark blush spread on his cheeks. Oh… yah… now I remember. He managed to tear his eyes off the tall naked Saiyan to see where that annoying buzz was coming from. He frowned darkly and got up to walk naked over to the computer conceal set up in the room. He pressed the communications button and frowned darker as Zarbon’s faces came into view. The changeling’s hair was wet and if Vegeta didn't know any better he'd say he was in the med. room. He glanced at the clock set up on the table next to him, too early for most to be up, meaning Zarbon had probably spent the night there, he could easily guess why.

The corner of Vegeta’s eye twitched at the comment. His eyes glanced to the side as a low groan issued from his bed. Vegeta could make out a length of dark brown tail waving slowly back and forth in the air out of the corner of his eye. Why don't you attach a flag to that thing with the words ‘I fucked the prince of Saiyans last night,’ on it thought Vegeta darkly watching as Zarbon’s eyes widened? The changeling leaned to the side in the screen to try and get a better look.

With a sigh Vegeta walked back over to his bed and sat down, his eyes once again running over Raditz as the other Saiyan continued to sleep contently beside him. He reached out a hand and ran it through Raditz’s mane, petting the thick strands. He thought about kicking the other man out of his room, but decided against it. Vegeta turned around and lie down on his stomach, letting his tired muscles relax. I'll kick him out later he though closing his eyes to get some more sleep.

Raditz groaned softy, he smiled with his eyes still closed. Boy that was some dream! It seemed sooo real! He rubbed his cheek on the soft sheets under him, running his tongue over his lips as his arousal was sparked just remembering the details of that particularly wet dream. Vegeta’s body writhing under him, the prince’s breathless cries, his tight searing heat, his taste, his scent…? Wait a minute though Raditz sucking in a lung full of air. His scent… his scent? His scent?! He lifted one eyelid then both at he spotted one Saiyan prince lied out next to him. He lifted his head in awe. My god… it wasn't a dream…. He watched as the tip of the prince’s tail swayed back and forth in lazy swings, suggesting that the smaller Saiyan was comfortable. Vegeta was lying on his stomach, arms folded with his chin resting on top of them, and a soft smile gracing his lips.

It wasn't a dream he repeated again letting his eyes run worshipfully up the other’s bare back. Raditz glanced at the clock it was damn near noon; he'd really slept in. A little disappointment filled Raditz eyes as he remember that he'd also failed to link with Vegeta, the prince wasn't his mate. Not yet he is not, came a sly voice in his head. The corner of Raditz’s mouth quirked up, if you don't succeed at first try, try, again. Oh and he would try it again and again, till he did succeed, if nothing else the trying part would be a pleasant reward. He once again ran his eyes up the other Saiyan, noting he was only slightly asleep the point were you're no longer tired, but just too comfortable and warm to get up just yet. Raditz ran his tongue over his lips again, he was up now in more ways then one. Silently the other Saiyan moved over to his prince and crawled over his back to lean over him and start kissing the Saiyan’s neck and shoulders, coaxing him back to the land of the living.

Raditz purred deeply and ran his tongue across the flesh freely offered to him, his hips began to rock slowly against the other Saiyan as his excitement began to mount. It’s only a matter of time before I get you little prince he thought opening his mouth to set his teeth against the other’s neck. Without a warning he bit down hard, teeth piercing to sink deep into the flesh of the relaxed Saiyan under him, Vegeta’s muscles went from relaxed to steel hard in half a second flat.

Raditz felt his muscle tease at those words and he swallowed hard as he raked his mind trying to think of something to change Vegeta’s mind. The other Saiyan was just not use to this yet he hadn't been given any time to think it over. "Vegeta-sama," said Raditz getting to his feet to move back over to the prince. "I know your young, believe me if I were your age I won't consider it either, but-" he reached out and cupped the side of the other Saiyan’s face with his palm. "Think about it. There aren't many of us left and we fit so nice together, why wait till your older? I promise I'll be good mate to you," he purred leaning in to nuzzle the side of Vegeta neck running his tongue over the bite he'd made.

Zarbon frowned as he looked in on the Saiyan prince doing a complex kata in one of the training room. Finally, I found you Saiyan. He watched for a moment as Vegeta flipped and twisted, as graceful as a cat. The Saiyan was in deep shit, he'd been trying to get a hold of him or find him all day long, Freeza was furious. The Saiyan had been purposely ignoring his duties; he wasn't even wearing his scouter, which Zarbon had left a dozen messages on trying to get a hold of him. After failing to get Vegeta on the scouter he'd gone in search of the Saiyan prince himself, and finally found him three hours later in one of the numerous training halls.

Zarbon frowned tightly but stepped more into the room to drop into his own stance. It appeared Vegeta was going to be rebellious today, Zarbon was going to have to beat him unconscious and drag him back to met Freeza. It seemed the Saiyan had decided to stop playing the changeling’s game and start fighting back, though they both knew it was a loosing battle for the Saiyan. Brave if a bit stupid thought Zarbon, such pride you have Saiyan. It will cause you much suffering and grief in your life and yet without it I'd say you'd just stop truly living.

Wordlessly the two clashed sparks of energy dancing off their body as they circled for the kill. Vegeta let out a roar of rage and was in Zarbon’s face the next instant. The two traded blows, their fists moving too fast for the normal eye to see as they shifted from side to side turning circles, looking for openings in the other’s defense. Vegeta ducked down to a crouch and swung his leg around to sweep Zarbon’s feet out from under him. The greenish changeling landed in a handstand and push off to a safe distance. His palms glowed with power as he gathered his ki and formed multiple ki blasts in them. He then let the burst fly at Vegeta who jumped and dodged the small blasts.

At the same time they both disappeared, their after-image could be seen blurring in and out all around the room as the two tore at each other, growling menacingly in their throats. Vegeta caught Zarbon by the foot and began swinging the changeling in a wide circle. He released him to go flying out of control and disappeared to reappear behind him, slamming his feet into Zarbon’s lower spine causing him to scream as pain ran up and down it. Zarbon landed with a thud on the ground and one hand reached back to hold the bruised area, pain still shooting up and down his back. Vegeta landed as well and looked at him coldly. The prince began to gather his own supply of energy. Zarbon narrowed his eyes at him.

Vegeta growled between his teeth and drew back his hand to toss the ki ball at him. Zarbon jumped up and ducked under the ki blast to slam into Vegeta’s form making the Saiyan’s booted feet skid several feet back. He kept up the charge and slammed Vegeta into the wall; not satisfied with the small gasp it got from Vegeta he grabbed him by the hair and began to slam the Saiyan’s head back repeatedly into the wall till a dazed look flashed over the other’s face. He released the thick hair to swing around behind the Saiyan and wrap his arm around Vegeta’s throat. He tightened his muscles and squeezed.

The Saiyan’s eyes burned into him with all his hatred, but the changeling didn't even flinch under that chilling gaze. Instead, he swallowed down his wine in a single gulp, something he normally didn't do. Freeza liked to savor fine wines, a bad sign that he was eager to get on with it. He set the glass down and got up from his chair to walk around and stand before the pinned Saiyan. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked in amusement.

Freeza reached down and grabbed him by the chin to lock eyes with him. "Such defiant eyes you have, monkey," he said running his thumb over the edge of Vegeta’s jaw. "It’s time I broke you in, I've been letting you run wild far too long and it’s starting to show," he grinned down at the Saiyan and released his jaw to slide his hand down to Vegeta’s thigh. Without warning he grabbed it and started forcing it up, keeping the leg straight, not allowing it to bend at the knee.

Vegeta bared his teeth, the growl in his throat increased in intensity then suddenly dropped, his jaw clenched as Freeza continued to force his legs wide. The white devil pinned his other leg against the bed with his free hand and watched with amused eyes as the Saiyan did the spits then beyond. The angry growl that was coming from the Saiyan’s throat stopped as pain crossed his features, reaching the limits of his flexibility and going past it.

Goku swallowed, yes Vegeta knew lots of things, lots of things he ‘really’ did like. He'd never stopped to think about how he could possible know them, didn't want to think about how he knew them. He'd just told himself that Bulma had been the only one to have him before himself and hadn't dwelt on the subject any farther. Truth-be-told he was actually jealous of his blue haired friend of long ago, jealous that she'd gotten Vegeta first. The knowledge that Bulma hadn't been Vegeta’s first, or his second, his third and down the line, didn't sit well with him.

The past makes us who were are today… thought Goku. Vegeta I will never let your past repeat itself. I am your one and only, I won't share you with anyone. You are mine and I'm keeping you, god help any that try and take you from me, god help any that hurt you like that again. You can play the tough guy and dismiss it like that, but I know it hurt you, so I will not let it happen again. You're pain is mine and even if you won't cry I will. Goku leaned down and softly pressed his lips to his partner’s in a chaste kiss.

Goku closed his eyes again and swallowed hard. "Hai, I remember." How could he forget, the other Saiyan’s dying plead for him to avenge all their kind against Freeza, the moment he felt the last of the proud man’s ki leave his broken body, the tears on his cheeks. He hadn't known Vegeta back then, but at that moment he truly felt for the other man. Felt for him as if they had known each other very closely, one look in those broken eyes and he'd glimpsed the other’s soul, watched it bleed. He had to admire the proud air and stubborn pride the other man had possessed before Freeza broken him, once broken he couldn't hide his angst and pain any more, there was so much of it that Goku didn't know how the other Saiyan had lived with it all. He still didn't know how Vegeta could live with it.

Vegeta frowned. "I figured out the one thing my people never did," said Vegeta. "That night," said Vegeta he didn't need to say which for Goku to know the one he was referring to. "When Freeza grabbed my tail and crushed it, he shattered the delicate skeletal structure inside it. The tail is like a second nervous cord," said Vegeta lifting a hand and tracing the curve of Goku’s spine with his finger. "But unlike the spinal cord there is no backbone to protect it from damage only a delicate structure of very flexible interlocking bone like vertebrae. They're so weak that the slightest pressure bends them and they press against the nerve cord." Vegeta went quite for a moment. "Freeza… broke my tail a total of five times. I lost half the feeling in it the first time and all the third time. I could still move it, but I couldn't tell if I was moving it unless I looked. One of the vertebras broke and sliced the nerve cord a little below the base. It healed like that with the bone still in it so I lost all the sensation in it. If you'd grabbed my tail below the first few vertebra back when we first met I won't have known. When I figured out what had happened I broke Nappa’s tail at the same place in the same manner. It was too great a weakness for him he was always letting his guard down. As for Raditz… I couldn't bring myself to touch his tail, it seemed too intimate an act."

"Huh?" said Vegeta sitting up and blinking confused eyes in the direction Goku had disappeared. "I wasn't really serious…" he called though it was too late, Goku was gone. "He couldn't know how to… nah!! Kakarot doesn't even know how to tie his shoes properly, there’s no way in hell he could possible figure out how to do something like that… I think," said Vegeta a frown crossed his face. A feeling of foreboding began to sink into the pit in his stomach. This is Goku we're talking about after all; he had the uncanny ability to do the impossible.

Trunks smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "You're sweet Goten, but you live for the moment, you never think about the big picture or the future," said Trunks affectionately. Goten looked a little concerned and for the first time he really started to think about his and Trunks relationship and what they could and couldn't do because of it. Children was obviously a problem, he hadn't considered that. He hadn't even thought about if he wanted any, obviously Trunks did. Goten bit his lip slightly.

"Eh…?" said Goku before tumbling out of the tree and landing hard on his butt. "Uff," said Goku reaching down a hand to rub his rear. "Wasn't prepared for that, I'll take fighting Freeza over that bird any day, shheess," he said looking up at the bird still angrily screeching down at him. "Okay, I'm going now," he called and smiled brightly as he waved the dragon ball at the angry mother-bird. Laughing he ran off till he came to a large clearing.

"According to the theory of evolution different species of animals have evolve to the ones we see today due to environment changes over a long period of time. Many scientists believe that modern day birds evolved from dinosaurs. Some believed that humans too evolved from apes over generations of environmental adaptation. Others of course, believe in the bible and other religious documents that man was recreated by god in his image. This subject had been the center of much debate for years. Both sides have failed to back up their claim with proof to deny the opposing view. For instance we have yet to find a missing link that would prove that man evolved from apes or monkeys so-" Gohan paused as a tingling ran all up and down his spine. Behind him his students all gasped.

Gohan cleared his throat and shifted suddenly feeling kind of weird. "Soooo," said Gohan trying to get back on task. "The theory of evolution remains a theory as far as man goes. But on the Galapagos Islands, Darwin recorded several different species of finches that all had slight differences in build, but were very similar to one another. He theorized that the finches had adopted to live off different food source on the islands and that-"

Goten set her down and got up to start play acting as Pan had done only he was much more realistic. He jumped up and grabbed on to the bars of the monkey’s cage and started hooting along with the other furry primates as he dangled from the iron bars. He held on to one bar and leaned to the side till he was nearly horizontal, his feet hooked in the bars. The monkeys in the cage went over to the bars and climbed on them to hoot and dangle like Goten.

What in hell is Kakarot planning to do? There is no way that brain-damaged Saiyan could possible figure how to restore tails. Not even the doctors Freeza hired were able to do anything about that and I showed up only a few weeks after mine was cut off. It’s been gone too long, sure Saiyan children have an odd habit of regrowing their tails when hit by a powerful ki sources, but no adults have ever grown one back. If there was a way I would have figured it out by now. Well maybe not, medicine isn't really my area of expertise, but still if it were possible surely I would have thought of it before Kakarot!

Vegeta flipped over and his back slammed into the ground, the hard floor denting with the force of a solid, muscular Saiyan with 225 Gs pressing down on him impacting onto its surface. Vegeta lay there dazed for a moment watching the little chibi Gokus with wings on their back fly around his head. He had the strongest desire to grab one and accuse it of making him loose his balance; one of the damn things must have pushed him, it was the only logically explanation! Vegeta shook his head and the little Goku’s vanished as the knocked silly illusion they were.

"Computer, Power down, return gravity to one G," said Vegeta. The room slowly hummed down to silence. That, had been one of the modification Bulma had made on the room before her pregnancy with Bra and thus her death. In the beginning the earth woman had made it so all Vegeta had to do was clap his hands a few times and everything turned off or on. Unfortunately fighting had a way of producing several different sounds and Vegeta soon found out that clap on gravity rooms were dangerous places indeed. One minute you're struggling to remain standing in 250 Gs, the next you're flying through the roof as the damn think suddenly shuts off without a warning. The voice-activated mood was far more affective to say the least.

"I don't believe it…" he whispered. Not only did he have his tail back, but he could ‘feel’ it! He hadn't had any sensation in the limb since Freeza had completely mangled it. He ran his fingers against the lay of fur and was utterly delighted as a violent shiver raked him. He made his third attempt to get to his feet and grinned widely as the long length snaked out to counter balance the shift in weight. He finally was up and looked back at the lashing reddish brown length.

Experimentally Vegeta jumped up into the air, spinning a full three rations before landing on his feet. He didn't stop his momentum, went with it by flipping backwards into a set of back flips. He came to the wall, flipped right up on to it pushing off of it with his feet, doing one final mid air flip and land lightly on his toes. He couldn't help the grin that spread on his face, his body remembered. Remembered how to use and work the tail to his advantage. This heightened his balance, he could change this trajectory in mid jump just by using the tail to change the wind and air resistance around him, shift his weight from one side to another. Not to mention the tail was like a third hand, capable of wrapping and lifting a fair amount of weight.

"Papa Papa!" shouted a familiar voice from outside the room. Vegeta moved over to the door and opened it to have Bra run in and wrap herself around his leg. Vegeta’s eyes widened as he looked at the platinum blue tail around his calf. It looked metallic; silver like in color only there was definitely a blue tone to it. He'd never seen such a color in a Saiyan tail, Bulma had his little girl’s tail removed before he'd gotten a good chance to look at her. He'd been more concerned for his mate at the time who had blacked out after delivering and continued to loose blood, one of the many complications that would lead to her dead a few months later. Some Saiyans had a hint of color in their tails, like himself. Usually red or yellow, but the tail’s owner had to be born with such color pigments in their hair and fur. It was actually pretty rare, most Saiyans had simple black hair. Vegeta’s own hair use to be a reddish brown when he was younger, but had slowly darkened to black. That was common too, for color to fade in the hair due to different hormones brought on through growth stages. But, the tail usually stayed a vibrant color as his had.

Vegeta knelt down next to his daughter and gently unwrapped her tail from his leg to look at it. The color, no doubt, was Bulma’s doing. Her bright colorings were very evident in their offspring, and had somehow brought out this strange color in Bra’s little tail. Vegeta had to admit it was rather attractive. Many Saiyan males would have swarmed after her simple for the flashing bright shiny it created when she waved it. Tails had always been a form of attraction to his people. The brighter and shower the color the more appeal the tail’s owner possessed. Bra would have been a rare beauty, maybe a little too unsaiyan in appearances for some tastes, but beautiful nonetheless. It probably would have gotten her in a lot of trouble on his home world, standing out as she so naturally did.

Vegeta sighed. Trunks was soooo easy to set off, the boy had, had depression spells and panic attacks this whole life, another thing he'd inherited from Bulma. If he didn't go in there and explain to the boy soon he'd probably start hyperventilating. Trunks why do you have to fly off the handle every time something strange happens thought Vegeta remembering Trunks first reaction to when he claimed Goten as a mate. I have got to teach you how to be more Saiyan like so you'll relax when these things happen he thought. Though he knew he wouldn't do it, he kind of felt it was right for Trunks to be his mother’s heir, and a Saiyan attitude would only get in the way of the life style he had going. Kakarot’s damn brat is more Saiyan like then my son, frowned Vegeta, though he did find these panic-attacks amusing at times.

Trunks shrugged. "I don't know, everyone else in my family’s keeping theirs and I've never really gotten to explore my Saiyan side. The tail’s easy enough to keep out of sight, and I can also feel an increase in my ki because of it. I'm going to try it out before I decided to chop it off, I might regret it if I don't at least give it a trial run." Trunks’ tail snaked around to brush along Bra’s cheek, she laughed and grabbed it to rub it against her cheek, a violent shiver visible ran down Trunks’ back. "It also has its perks," purred the demi-Saiyan as Bra continued to rub against the lay of the dark purple brown fur.

Goten smiled warmly at the blush painting his older brother’s face. Gohan was always modest, shy, and proper something he'd had drilled into him by their mother, Chichi. In a sense that made Gohan the most human of all the demi-Saiyans, their mother’s campaign to make him the perfect son and scholar had all but smothered his Saiyan side. The older Son brother just didn't know how to express that part of himself and it was always awkward for him when it popped up. Trunks was like that too, trying to fit into the human mold when he was not entirely human. Trunks was always reluctant to express that side of himself around anyone other than his and Goten’s family, unlike himself (Goten) who always let his Saiyan side do what it wanted. Of course, he let his human side do the same. The two sides only seemed to work together to make up his cheerful carefree attitude with a possessive and strong righteous nature. Goten had never had any trouble with the matter; unlike Gohan and Trunks who were always trying to get a hold of themselves. It was probably because both young men had so many responsibilities and expectations to live up to.

Goten smiled warmly at Videl who gave him a sly wink. That’s why Gohan and Trunks need partners like Videl and him. If left by themselves the two would live boring, unsatisfying, miserable existences. They needed as Trunks had said someone to ‘spice up their life’. He had to admit he'd never seen Gohan so happy as when he'd first meet Videl, she’s thrown him off his axis and given him the kick in the ass he'd needed to be truly happy. He'd been the same for Trunks, after turning Trunks’ tidy life upside down with their relationship he'd noticed the purple haired demi-Saiyan looked more content than he ever remember see him. He had to admit he stressed Trunks out a lot more, but it was good to keep him on his toes and prevent him from falling back into a daily routine.

"What in the world!" said Goku looking down at himself. He was dressed in a Saiyan uniform, complete with ass tight black stretch suit, breastplate, white gloves and boots, and a red lens scouter over one eye. He got up and walked over to the tall mirror along one wall to see his reflection. "I look like one of the bad guys," said Goku tilting his head to the side. He raised up his hand to the back of his head and smiled sheepishly at his reflection.

Vegeta grinned and stepped forward, Goku’s jaw hit the floor. No wonder he'd had trouble seeing Vegeta in the dark room he was dress all in black. A black crop shirt with thin silver trim, and a thick leather jacket looking like it was especially designed from such wild midnight activities. Leather straps ran over the shoulders around his arms, another set connected to a large mental circle at the Saiyan’s chest and ran over his ribs and behind his back. The bulky sleeves were rolled up to mid arm and held fasten by another set of thick leather straps. The collar of the jacket was just as thick and bulky as the sleeves, it was held closed with a large square metal buckle. Black fingerless leather gloves laced up Vegeta’s arms, reaching just past the elbow. Goku allowed his eyes to travel down and couldn't help the smile that graced his lips. The bottom of the outfit was far less covering then the top, consisting of sets of leather straps and the same smooth cloth the crop shirt was made of. A belt wrapped his waist with a thinner strap hanging down over one hip, kind of like a sword belt only there was no sword on Vegeta’s hip just a long coil of an innocent looking leather strap. The wickedly jagged hunting knife strapped to Vegeta’s thigh by a thick black band was another matter. Last was a pair of short black boots only reaching just past the ankles. The Saiyan’s tail lashed slowly behind him a small black band wrapped in between the middle and base. Hello! Swimsuit addition meets Harley Davidson.

"That woman had some wild ideas and was determined to act everyone of them out," he smiled fondly in remembrance than smirked and looked Goku in the eyes. "I always thought dress up and pretend were little kids games till I met her. So Kakarot, what will it be? You want to be my pet," the Saiyan gave him a naughty grin. "Or you want me to drop the third class baka for one night, because as of now there are no names, no ranks, only pets and masters," purred the Saiyan.

The hair on the end of Goku’s new tail puffed out to twice its normal size. He would have thought that associating himself to the perversions that have been forced on Vegeta in the past would have sicken him, but it was having the opposite affect. He'd just wanted a not so innocent little dance, he hadn't asked for the thrilling roll play Vegeta was now offering him. Oh god, it feels so good to be so bad thought Goku closing his eyes and licking his lips. "Master," he managed through his throat, voice thick with desire.

"Thought so," smirked Vegeta strolling over to him. "You may deny you have Saiyan instincts Kakarot, but you always show your true colors behind closed doors." Vegeta reached up and leaned into him to whisper softly in his ear. "You naughty Saiyan boy. Couldn't leave well enough alone, had to have your way and get my tail back. I hope you can handle it Kakarot, because now I'm having trouble suppressing my instincts. And, you know what, I've decided I'm not even going to try." The shorter Saiyan growled in his throat and bit his ear softly.

Goku let out a shuttering breathing. If the Saiyan prince was having troubles controlling himself the third class baka was bordering on temporary insanity. He'd never felt such wild desire wash over him, not even when he'd hunted Vegeta had his wild impulses been so strong. Goku didn't know it than, but it was in fact the tail that was warping his thoughts. Aside from being a second nerve cord, the tail also produced several strong hormones, like the ones that induced the were transformation at the sight of the full moon. Atmospheric changes and patterns triggered these hormones. The Saiyan home world had a very long steady seasonal cycle, it took a full eight years to complete, meaning the Saiyans didn't have to deal with these hormonal rushes all that often. But, earth on the other hand had a much shorter seasonal cycle. It only took a month for the moon to complete the same course that took Vegeta-sei’s moon eight years. Thus our third class baka would soon find that his new tail would send him on an emotional roller coaster till he leaded to control it better. Goku hadn't had any such troubles back when he'd been but a mere kid, this was because he'd been a kid. The strong hormones switched on after puberty and Goku had lost his tail for good before he'd reached sexual maturity. Thus the third class baka had absolutely no experience what so ever with the new sensations threading though his conscious.

Goku’s growl increased in volume with the light touches, his long tail looped around them both to wrap Vegeta’s waist and tug the smaller Saiyan closer to him. He wanted, he desired, he needed such thoughts running through his mind as he slid his free hand down the other’s side. He was going to make the little Saiyan he had trapped against him his over and over again till he couldn't do it any more or the thin sliver of a moon outside their window disappeared, whichever came first. He unclenched his jaw and drew back to view the mark he'd left on the other’s throat, a very visible red mark that still bled slightly. Good, he wanted all to see and know this one was taken. The taller Saiyan leaned back down and ran his tongue over the bite, letting the coppery flavor of blood thread along his taste buds, filling his nose with its intoxicating body. The scent and taste of blood only served to heighten his already aroused state.

"Hmm," moaned Goku. He didn't care what this was about he was more interested in something else at the moment. That something being the delicious body across his lap and the difficult task of figuring out what he wanted to do to it among the long list of possibilities that were appearing in his head. He let out a throaty growl of warning as his little defiant mate leaned back and began wrapping the end of the strap on his wrist around the arm of the chair.

Vegeta glanced up at him and gave a small smirk. "So little control, Kakarot? How’s a pet supposed to please if the master has no more restraint than an animal?" He leaned forward till he was almost nose to nose with the other Saiyan, his hands quickly tied a knot with the wrist he'd pinned and moved over to do the same with the other. "Have a little patience and I'll give you what you've been whining for this whole time and anything else you should happen to want after," purred the Saiyan in an inviting voice. "You need to learn some control when you're like this, till then…" he tugged on the other strap pulling it tight around Goku’s arm. "I'll just have to insure you remain the audience and not part of the act."

Goku allowed himself to relax his mate wasn't being defiant, just inventive. He leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the other Saiyan’s lips. He'd let Vegeta continue it appeared all he wanted was to play a bit first. He ran his tongue over his lover’s lower lip asking for entrance, which was granted. The muscles in his hand twitched as the impulse to reach up and tilt his mate’s head more to deepen his exploration was halted by the band around his wrist. He frowned against Vegeta’s mouth and temporary thought of ripping his arm free. He could easily snap the strap, but he didn't want to disappoint his partner by proving he did have no more restraint then an animal. Their tongues spared briefly, fanning the already burning flames of lust in Goku’s body. It was so hard not to be an animal with the few, though powerful, rays from the moon casting down on them. He couldn't help the disappointed groan that rose in him when Vegeta broke the kiss and slid off him, breaking all physical-contract. His eyes burned into the other Saiyan in front of him as if he could command him back on his lap with the weight of his stare.

Goku shivered. He knew what Vegeta was talking about, something Chichi had dubbed ‘sex fever’ back when they were together. He had one once a year, where he'd simply ravish her whether she wanted to or not and kept it up for days at a time. The longest one had lasted a whole week with only short stops between rounds for food and other physical needs. Chichi had always been pissed at him afterwards, that is once she'd gotten her strength back. It was probably the only times he ever forgot his fear of her and her lashing tongue and did what he pleased. Truth-be-told his behavior during those episodes scared him a bit and he'd spent a good couple weeks apologies to Chichi whenever they happened. He just couldn't help himself when he was like that, the urge was too strong. It'd taken every ounce of his willpower just to be gentle and remember how fragile Chichi was compared to him. "I had one about half a year back, you don't have to worry about it for at least another six month."

The forgotten music finally went from a mellow tone to something more active. A low chuckle left Vegeta as he stalked over in front of the seated Saiyan, tail lashing behind him. The moonlight was so pale everything seemed to be either pitch-black or a pale silver no value in between. The Saiyan prince reached his captive audience, he flashed Goku his trademark smirk before began his sexual torture. Vegeta’s foot lifted and planted itself on the small portion of the chair not occupied by the other Saiyan, right in between Goku’s muscular thighs and applied gentle pressure to the tall Saiyan’s crotch. He leaned up, all but climbing back onto Goku’s lap, his knee inches from the other Saiyan’s chest, his lips a breath away from Goku’s. To Goku’s disappointment he didn't follow through with a kiss, instead he swung sharply to the side, circling around behind him, the prince’s long tail slid before the taller Saiyan as if to taunt him into grabbing it. And Goku would have loved to grab that reddish brown length of nerves and fur, feel the soft texture in his hands and see just what kind of noises he could cokes from the other Saiyan man. His grip on the chair’s arms tightened as the Saiyan prince circled him like a predator watching wounded prey, making small seductive twists of his hips, moving so close to him he could feel the heat from the other Saiyan’s body. Vegeta once again circled to his front and Goku held his breath as the smaller Saiyan leaned into him again, this time with his back to him. The prince’s hands slid along the wood of the chair and over to Goku’s forearms, and his head fell back to almost rest on Goku’s shoulder. The smaller Saiyan arched gracefully, but to Goku’s annoyance the only place they touched was the hands, Vegeta was holding up all his weight. The smaller Saiyan was so close he could almost taste him. Vegeta’s long reddish brown tail waved back and slowly slid down Goku’s chest, down his ads, below his navel, and stopped inches from the taller Saiyan’s aching need.

Two fast back flips and Vegeta was several steps away, his legs slid into a wide stance as he drew one of his gloved hands to his mouth. He swept one long wet tongue stroke from the back of this hand up to the laces of the glove and pulled them with his teeth. The extra long laces easily gave, long lengths of black now dangling free to swing with the Saiyan’s everyone more. His hand went up to the still laced forearm and slowly pulled those ones free as well to hang loose down his sides. The Saiyan than twisted to the side, giving Goku his back, and slide his right hand around his waist and to the back of his thigh where he dragged it up to the dip in his back. The prince’s expressive tail snaking up to curl and uncurl around the forearms sliding very suggestively up and down the black clash limb.

Goku groaned and closed his eyes briefly, everything could be a phallic symbol when you're as turned on has he currently was. He opened them to watch as the reddish brown length of fur slipped off Vegeta’s arm, giving a few lingering strokes with the tip. Then the smaller Saiyan’s other arm curled back behind him to slide up past his elbow and grip the top of the black glove. Vegeta pulled his arm out from behind him, the glove slid smoothly off with the move and Vegeta simply dropped it to the ground turning his head to look at the now bare arm, rubbing his fingertips together softly. He glanced over his shoulder at the taller Saiyan and apparently liked what he saw as the corner of his mouth tugged up a bit more. He whipped the other glove off and tossed it away, a sharp contrast to the slow removal he'd just done with the other, as if he'd grown impatient with it. His now bare arms went to his sides and slid up than down to this thighs, hips began a slowly sexy swing, tail flicking back and forth behind him. He purred in a throaty fashion with the music, arching, and moving back till his thighs hit the bed. The Saiyan prince dropped back to land with a bounce on the king size bed and stretched out and making himself comfortable on the soft white sheets, giving Goku his best take me look. Usually Goku was on the Saiyan prince half a second after seeing that look but now…. His hands gripped and un-gripped the chair's arms, squirming quite visible as his eyes remained glued on the other Saiyan.

Vegeta turned his head back and smirked privately to himself, secretly hoping Goku would be able to restrain himself. The Saiyan tail was a weakness, a weakness he was looking foreword to using against his mate. The Saiyan rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed and toed off the two boots. He lifted his legs out straight and flexed at the ankles before sliding up and beginning a series of graceful turns, exaggerating every twist and roll of his hips, his tail curling and wrapping around his thighs. He jumped up high flipping back to land on his hands pushing off with his fingertips to spin a full two rotations before landing with his back to Goku. He swung his front foot back behind him and turned sharply to face the other Saiyan. Raising up his right hand he brush his finger tips down his lips, chin, and to the square buckle at his throat which he snapped open. Then his hand slipped down farther and came to rest on the round metal ring holding all those straps together on the jacket. He pulled it and the whole rig unbound, the jacket hang loose on his sculpted frame, black straps brushing against his hips and sides. Now every move Vegeta made cause them to snap out and trail behind him, the now baggy jacket threatened to slip right off his rounded shoulders. After a few moments he allowed it to do just that, slipping right out of the thing to swing it over his head once while he turned and toss it aside. Everything was tight now, and in the pale light it almost appeared Vegeta was nude as he strolled confidently over to Goku, the music dying down whispering a few haunting notes to its lone listeners. Vegeta stopped in front of Goku, black eyes meet black eyes as the two drank up the sight of each other.

Wordlessly Vegeta bent over and leaned into him, hands once again going to his forearms, through the prince didn't tease his time, kissing his partner fully on the lips and issuing a long battle of tongues as he kissed skillfully and Goku kissed wildly and passionately. Goku was really nearing the end of his rope, if he didn't get some serious contact soon he'd go ape, full moon or not. With this in thought the taller Saiyan twisted his hands around so they were palm up and wrapped his large paws around Vegeta’s slender wrists. Vegeta jerked back from the deep kiss, looking down to see what had happened, and frowning slightly as he noticed what Goku had managed without breaking the straps.

Vegeta looked into the smiling eyes of his mate and smiled back with just as much amusement as Goku’s tail slid up to wrap around his waist tugging the smaller Saiyan closer to him. Once within range Goku’s hungry mouth descended to Vegeta’s throat licking and nipping along the muscled flesh he found there. He gave a grunt of annoyance when his tongue swept over the neck of Vegeta’s tight shirt. With a small growl he opened his mouth and bit the offending material blocking his path, then pulled back and shock his head from side to side. The fabric first stretched than ripped. The tear ran down Vegeta left breast and to his side, stopping there as he wasn't in a good angle to tear it farther. He spat out the mouthful of fabric and bent his head, pulling Vegeta’s middle with his tail up and foreword, causing the prince to arch bring his belly up. Goku’s tongue ran down over the hem of the shirt to Vegeta’s abs then moved back up to worm its way under the shirt and lift it so he could get a firm grip on it with his teeth. "Rrrriippp!" One good snap of his head was all it took to take the already damaged shirt off the prince’s back.

Vegeta laughed low. "You're resourceful," he purred, tail sliding unnoticed down his side. Goku gave a throaty purr in return and squeezed the smaller Saiyan around the waist with his own tail, holding him in place as his tongue began an intricate journey across Vegeta’s front. Unnoticed remained Vegeta’s tail till it came back up with that wicket hunting knife that had been strapped and forgotten across the Saiyan’s thigh. He remembered it all too well as it was suddenly pressed to his throat halting his exploration of the other Saiyan’s chest.

Goku sighed and leaded into Vegeta, resting his check against the other Saiyan’s, feeling Vegeta’s jaw move slightly with the gentle grinding of his teeth. His grip lessened than let go all together and Vegeta wasted no time to switch the knife over to his right hand, though it stayed at his throat. The Saiyan prince moved up to once again give his lover a deep kiss even as his free hand went up to the shoulder straps and pressed the detentions at their bases to get them to release. To Goku’s surprise the breast plate model was different from the ones he'd worn before and came apart in three sections: a back, chest plate, and stomach region, meaning Vegeta didn't need to release his hands to get it off him; no fair thought Goku with a half meant pout. Vegeta tossed the armor to join his discarded jacket and sat back viewing the black body suit. He fisted a hand in the front and pulled the shirt out, lifting the knife he slit it from the hem up to the neck with one long run of the blade, purposely tapping the tip of the blade against the underside of Goku’s jaw. The larger Saiyan arch back away from the blade causing him to thrust his chest out more. The taller Saiyan’s breath hitched in his throat as his devilish little mate bent and captured one of his nipples in his mouth.

"Ve-Vegeta!" He gasped. He bit down slightly on his lower lip as the more slender Saiyan pulled off him to stand between his legs leaning into him. Goku’s eyes closed half way as he stared blankly up at the ceiling, savoring the feeling of their heated flesh pressed together, Vegeta’s front against his belly, crotch, and inner thighs; hot spots in all the right places. The Saiyan prince bit down slightly on the nub he pleased and rolled it with his teeth as one hand stroked feather light brush of his fingertips over Goku’s other. Teasing the larger Saiyan had always been fun, Goku may be able to over power him every time he wanted to, but he was proud to say that when it came to sex the other Saiyan didn't stand a chance against him. He had more skill, more experience, and more imagination as far as the subject went. Goku’s naive, almost innocent nature only served to make Vegeta feel more powerful during such acts, he could make the strongest warrior in the universe beg; what a power trip, it was almost worth being the insatiable Saiyan's mate. Not That Vegeta object all that much to their relationship, it certainly makes life more interesting on this mud ball of a planet. He slid down to his knees between Goku’s muscular thighs and bit at his wash board stomach, slowly making his way down.

Oh God thought Goku closing his eyes tightly. Too slow, you're going too slow Vegeta. A small whine left Goku’s throat. He knew he wasn't a very patient person, had never been so, especially when it came to this. He loved his foreplay, delighted in it, but it drove him insane with the need. Vegeta could and often did tease him senseless, till he was a snarling, growling, panting beast that couldn't take any more and would use the other Saiyan hard till Vegeta was just as senseless as he, using shear strength to match the other Saiyan’s incredible skills in lovemaking. He knew Vegeta did it on purpose trying to find the Saiyan in him under all the human coatings, and the little prince often did find the Saiyan called ‘Kakarot’ though it usually meant he'd be sore in the morning for his efforts. I don't know what you like best Vegeta… torturing me or me torturing you… Goku groaned low in his throat thighs closing around Vegeta’s side and squeezing tightly as the other Saiyan was finding making love to his naval more interesting them the aching need between his legs. I can't take much more! He usually didn't let Vegeta play with him this long, usually let his Saiyan nature come to the surface and with his aggressive dominating air, but… he tugged lightly at the strapped around his wrists. Can't…. Lose it… I'll lose if I do… got to stay focused…. Concentrate… concentrate…. Con… "Oh God…" He choked on his own breath as Vegeta’s hand began to absentmindedly stroke the fur of his tail. The arms of the chair creaked, the leather straps pressing into his wrists, stretching slightly under the strain as Goku fought to keep himself from grabbing the other Saiyan.

Goku made a sound of frustration. If I break the straps I'll lose my tail! But if I don't I'll lose my mind! He was just about to give up and forfeit the furry length, when he felt the cool of metal against one leg. He glanced down to see Vegeta lift the hem of one pant leg and slipped his knife between the material and his flesh, blade up. He watched as the prince slit up the side of his leg, to his hip and cut the whole side of his pants open. He then watched as Vegeta moved over to the opposite hip and did likewise with the other side. One good tug was all it took to leave him nude save a scouter over his eyes and a pair of white gloves and boots on his hands and feet. He let out a ragged breath as Vegeta stabbed the large knife into the leg of the chair and left it there to slide both his hands up to Goku’s hips.

Goku tossed back his head and mewed softly, hands going back to gripping the arms of the chair again, though he would have preferred to fist them in Vegeta’s fiery locks and make the prince go down on him deep. He let out several shuttering breaths and dared to look down at Vegeta. He couldn't see the Saiyan please him, just the back of his head moving up and down across his lap. Just watching the simple motion, and feeling what Vegeta was doing was enough to strain his already stretched tight resistance. He lowered his eyes to the other Saiyan’s muscled back and watched as the muscles flexed slightly with Vegeta’s minuet movements. His eyes traveled farther down to watch the other Saiyan sway his hips slightly, tail stretched out long behind him waging slowly, tip curling right and left in time to his bobbing.

"Vegeta," he groaned bowing his head and closing his eyes, his hips picked up the other Saiyan’s rhythm and began to move with it. He let out a small cry as the Saiyan prince finally decided he'd tortured him enough and opened his mouth, moving down on his length. The taller Saiyan arched baring his teeth, hip thrusting up, trying to move deeper into that warm wet space. Vegeta would have none of that though and moved back, hands gripping and holding Goku’s hips still.

Goku cursed softly under his breath, legs lifting and wrapping around Vegeta’s middle pushing the other Saiyan closer to him in his desperate need. Vegeta readjusted to the move, straightening his back more and bending at the waist with ever up and down motion of his head. The Saiyan prince worked slowly, in no really hurry to bring his lover over the edge. He believed a little discipline would do Goku some good, the other Saiyan was too inpatient the first couple rounds and Vegeta always enjoyed himself more when Goku had spent himself some-what and slowed down to really work to please him as well as himself. Though he did truly enjoy wild passionate sex, he some times wished his mate were like some of his old partners, the ones that dared calm themselves as his masters. Some of them could do the most incredible things, things he'd learned from and added to his own list of skills. He'd been teased to near insanity just like he was now doing Goku and the experience had strength him in the sexual arts. He could last all night if he really wanted to, it was time Goku learned to use his stamina for more then fighting. With this in mind the smaller Saiyan began to hum softly, vibrating his throat, he continued with his agonizingly slow pace.

Goku’s vision blurred as sweat slid across his jaw and down his throat. His chest heaved with deep shallow breaths, listening to the soft tone of Vegeta’s hum. Goku slowly wet his dry lips with his tongue. He didn't know if he was in pain or bliss. Vegeta was too good at his, he seemed to know just how and when to touch him, making small shivers quake up and down his body. The prince had the most amazing tongue; the taller Saiyan slumped against the chair, head rolling to the side as he panted softly for breath. His stomach ached in a painful fashion, muscles tease and unusually tight. Vegeta he mouthed, no breath behind it, he was so hot, boiling from the inside out. If Vegeta keeps this up he'd either pass out or go blind, it hurt as much as it felt good. He wet his lips again and tried to use his vocal cords again.

Goku’s hair wiped up to stand on end, flashing blinding yellow as he screamed, his power sparking around him in a electric dance. The Tail around Vegeta’s forearms glowed with light too; the pale silver light changed to golden yellow around the room before it was lit up as the taller Saiyan flashed to super Saiyan. The chair arms cracked then splintered into a thousand pieces as Goku crushed them like toothpicks under his impressive strength. His screamed died down to a hoarse cry and he slumped weakly in the chair despite the fact he now radiated with glowing power. His legs released their hug around the smaller Saiyan’s sides and dropped to the floor as he panted loudly.

Goku’s hand circled around Vegeta’s thigh and slid up to grab a hold of the prince’s tail causing Vegeta to gasp in shock at the unexpected turn. He grinned down at the smaller Saiyan as Vegeta arched off the ground, eyes dropping half way. The taller Saiyan began to run his rough fingers through the thick fur, experimenting to see what Vegeta liked. He rubbed against the lay of fur racking shivers from the other Saiyan, and pressed lightly at the delicate skeletal structure he felt, feeling them give slightly with the firm pressure. Vegeta gasped breathlessly when he did that and reached up to lock his hands behind Goku’s neck, pulling the taller Saiyan down on him more. He panted lightly in Goku’s ear, chest heaving as he nuzzled the other man’s throat.

Wow thought Goku amazed at how turned on Vegeta was with these simple touches. He felt the other Saiyan wrap his legs loosely around his thighs and let out a throat purr. Goku grinned, "You like that Vegeta?" he asked stroking down the whole length of fur. The Saiyan prince arched into him and let out a breathless cry, legs tightening around Goku’s thighs pressing their nude bodies together. The smaller Saiyan let out a noise that sounded almost like a whimper before sinking his teeth in to Goku’s neck and growling furiously around the bite; the end of his tail wrapped Goku’s wrist and squeezed.

Goku Broke the kiss slowly and slid his hand back down to hook then under Vegeta’s thighs, pulling his legs farther apart and moving himself into position. He breathed in deeply the smaller Saiyan’s unique scent as he pressed into him, feeling himself sink deep into hot tight flesh. He moaned while Vegeta arched and slid his hands up to the back of his neck and head holding tight to him. Goku held still savoring the feel of the smaller Saiyan wrapped around him, thighs gripping his waist, hands holding his head and neck.

No matter how many times I do this I'll never get over how good it feels thought Goku. His hips slowly built up their paces watching the other Saiyan through half lidded eyes. Goku pulled back to watch the smaller Saiyan’s expressions, which could become so very unguarded when they lay with each other. I'll never get over that you let me do this to you, I don't know why you do, but I'm grateful for it. You're a lot stronger than you know a strength that goes beyond muscles and ki. He lowered his head to run his tongue over the prince’s collarbone, purring softly in his throat. Vegeta curled into him holding Goku’s head and breathlessly asked for more. Goku was all too willing to comply.

He pushed the smaller Saiyan’s narrow hips down on his aching need watching Vegeta gasp with growing passion. He grinned to himself the little Saiyan always did like it hard. He growled softly down at the little Saiyan moving up on his knees, curling Vegeta back slightly as this allowed him to piston harder and deeper. The smaller Saiyan’s hands dropped from under his arms and slid up his chest, lingering over his erect nipples, before cupping the back of his neck again, fingers tangling in the blond locks he found there. Goku started to sound a little out of breath as he allowed himself to use his natural Saiyan strength with the smaller man, knowing Vegeta’s own strong build could handle such a pounding. His breath hitched in his throat as something soft twined around his tail and pulled gently.

"Ahh! Gods!" shouted Goku slamming the smaller Saiyan down on him who grunted softly with the shear force of the move. Shivering he glanced over his shoulder to see a reddish brown Saiyan tail coiled around his own light brown. He watched as the tail flexed and rubbed against the lay of the light brown fur, a violent wave of lustful pleasure spiked up his back. He stopped moving his hips all together as the reddish length squeezed and rubbed against his own, his made his temperature rise several degrees and his brain cells fry one by one.

"Oh God! Vegeta!" he screamed now the one begging the smaller Saiyan for more, his hips went back to their designated task only with far more force and speed, bumping and grinding against the slighter Saiyan in a wild dance of passionate and excitement. Vegeta was not unaffected by his own administration and when Goku increased his paces and started squeezing and rubbing back with his own tail the Saiyan prince was soon screaming as well.