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~ Where Saiyan Hearts Thrive ~
Sins Of The Father
by Hentai Institute
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Goku isn't pleased to find out with whom Goten had sex.
Written by mi m'o.
Written by mi m'o.
Graphic Violence
Rape
Incest
Group Sex
Abusive
Chapter 01 : Shattered
"Where the fuck is he?!" Goku landed on the worn, grassy wooded site that he and the other Saiyan had previously designated for sparring. Blue eyes flashed dangerously as he did a quick survey of the area. "I can't believe him-that little prick has done it this time," he swore viciously, raking a hand up through hair the colour of molten sunlight. Goku screamed in affluent rage. "That bastard thinks he can get away with anything!"Vegeta landed unnoticed by the ranting Saiyan, normal scowl betraying no emotion. He appeared unfazed by the complacent man's animalistic growl and vehemently spoken words.
"Goten's just a child...I'm going to rip him apart!"
"He may be a child, Kakarotto, but he's still Saiyan."
Goku's eyes snapped up to those of the prince, his voice like thunder from his throat.
"Vegeta..."
The prince turned his head, barely acknowledging the roar.
"Hn."
Instantaneous movement is a beautiful thing...Vegeta soared through the air to land hard on his back as Goku appeared directly in front of him.
"How dare you defile my son..."
"Tell me Kakarotto, honestly, that you would not have done the same..." he glared up at the fuming Saiyan with a smirk. "You know just as well as I..."
Goku's burning eyes never left the other man. "I'm tired of listening to you speak, kisama..."
Vegeta smirked, powering up. Keeping his defenses low, he waited for the rage to drive the man towards him. "Then don't listen, baka."
Goku grinned savagely. "Now I'm going to kill you like I should have done years ago."
Vegeta shook his head. "Hn."
Goku used his instantaneous movement to appear directly behind the smaller man, grabbing him in a painful grip, pinning his arms to his sides. The prince just smirked, using his strength and low center of gravity to try and flip the larger man over, ignoring the slowly building pain in his arms as the joints threatened to pop from the force. "I thought you'd say yesss..." he muttered through clenched teeth.
Goku stumbled with the attempt to flip him, thrusting his leg between the other man's to gain balance, squeezing with all his Saiyan might.
"I don't know what you're talking about, you little shit."
Gritting his teeth, Vegeta turned to attempt to glare at the man behind him.
"Fine bakayaro! Deny instincts! You were always better at that than mossst!" Lifting his feet off the ground, he surprised the larger Saiyan who had been pushing into him, forcing them both to fall to the ground. Vegeta instantly cursed his decision as he was now pinned beneath the fiery Saiyan, trying with subtle desperation to collect enough ki to blast the big oaf away.
Goku growled sharply in response to Vegeta's words, pressing down hard with his natural body weight, crushing the smaller man effectively.
"Instincts? You want me to fuck my son!" Goku felt a warmth of ki slowly building below him, he choose to move than risk damage from the little shit he so wanted to hurt. Slowly.
Vegeta stopped hiding his effort as soon as the man above him had raised himself up enough for the slight prince to wiggle free. Unfortunately, the later part of his plan was not to come to fruition, as the younger Saiyan yanked the prince up by his still caught arms, squeezing harder this time, until he drew a clenched whimper from the generally unemotive man. Goku smirked.
Baring his teeth, Goku suddenly flipped the older man over onto his back, straddling his stomach. Raising one fist with lightening speed, he brought it down hard into Vegeta's face, the other fist rising in coordination until he was pummeling the Saiyan without pause, growling savagely as Vegeta's attempts at freeing himself failed, Goku's vision too consumed by crimson rage to care.
"How" *smack* "dare" *punch* "you touch" *smack* "my son!"
Goku continued the barrage of slaps and punches until he felt the satisfying crack of bone and the slight spray of blood to his face that followed. Raising an arm to wipe the offending splash from his cool skin, he panted and looked down at the bloodied face of the once unmarred prince below him. "Filthy piece of shit! How DARE you even THINK of going near the boy! Kami Vegeta! He's a child! A CHILD!" He grabbed the neck of the older Saiyan's shirt and pulled him up to meet his eyes. Vegeta said nothing.
Making no sound, showing no sign of anger fear or pain in his deep, inky eyes, the mighty prince of all Saiyan's simply enraged Goku further.
"What's wrong with you!? Why did you do it? WHY?" He was shaking the still figure, desperate for something to hold to--something to use as fuel for the rage he so needed to release, for the vengeance he so felt he needed. He threw the silent man down, watching as Vegeta just continued to stare at him. "Fine you sick fuck. Let's see how you like it." He stood up, pulling the Saiyan up by the fisted locks of stiff black hair he held fast with one hand, while he drew the other back. With a deafening snarl of rage, he released the other man, sending him flying off into the distance by the sheer force of the punch.
The prince took that opportunity to refocus his ki, predicting the man would instant transmission behind him, he turned and blasted blindly, screaming his pent up rage, as the sharp balls of light struck their target dead on. Wiping the thick curtain of blood from his onyx eyes he watched his assailant sail backward, taking his nose between both hands and snapping the cartilage back into place with a sickening crunch. He'd had enough of being that man's punching bag. It was time to teach Kakarotto about instincts.
Flying as fast as he possibly could, the Saiyan no Ouji moved to his target, floating just above the crater made by the larger man's body, a determined scowl settling into place on his twisted features. He watched unperturbed as Kakarotto demolished the surrounding area in a roar, Vegeta's action being that needed spark that continued his blazing rage.
/Come to me, Kakarotto/ he mentally teased, the Saiyan's blue eyes snapping upward to fix him with an intense stare. As the other man charged him with the ferocity of a wild beast, Vegeta dodged the clumsy attack that was tainted by rage, moving behind him as he sped past and wrapping both arms and legs around the younger man. And then abandoning his ki, Vegeta dropped like a star from the sky.
The crash would have been deafening if anybody cared to listen, as the last two full-blooded Saiyans landed--forcing the crater to deepen, widening slightly. Vegeta was the first to emerge from the newly reformed hole, dust and rocks falling from him as he sped up into the air, distancing himself from the enraged man. Crouched into an expectant stance, the older Saiyan waited, all senses at their peak, trying to get a grasp on the seemingly absent ki of the felled man.
/Baka. You can't hide down there forever./ he refused to let himself relax as the minutes passed, fully aware of the boy's tricks from their previous encounters. As if on cue, there was a sudden spike in energy as the man burst through the rubble covering him, bringing his hands together for a blast. /Hn. 'Bout time, baka./ Vegeta drifted slowly towards the younger fighter, noting the start of his blast being formed.
"Ka...me..."
/that's it, Kakarotto.../ he smirked.
"ha...me..."
Still drawing closer, Vegeta lowered his energy slowly.
"HAAA!"
Almost smiling at the predictability of the boy he was now forced into combat with, the prince once more dropped his ki completely, falling out of the way of the blast and directly into the body from which it came. Using the few seconds of shock he had gained, Vegeta began an undaunting cascade of punches to Goku's face, mirroring the attack he had used earlier, but managing to drive the man gradually towards the ground once more. So fluid was the next motion, Goku was totally defenseless against it. As the slighter Saiyan felt the man start to sway under his attack, he landed one final punch to the side of his face so hard, Goku started to fall--only to be snapped up by the roundhouse kick to the ribs that sent him faster to the ground in the opposite direction.
Dazed by the attack, Goku drew himself up to his knees--only to be forced back down by a sharp kick to the jaw, and a boot to the back of his neck. Vegeta crossed his arms and smirked in triumph.
"Hn. I thought not." He bent forward grabbing the weakened Saiyan by the arm and twisting it behind his back, forcing a shriek of pain from the prone man. The prince bared his teeth. "Maybe I should do to you what I did to your son. After all, a father and his boy should have something in common to share, ne...?"
Something dark and sadistically dangerous flashed briefly in Goku's eyes as he took in the prince's words. With a grunt of exertion, the impressive muscles of the Saiyan's biceps flexed, and in one swift motion, threw the smaller man down in front of him. Snarling in pure fury at being played so easily, Goku pulled back his fist, preparing to smash the other into oblivion. He licked his lips in anticipation, gathering his ki to him like a golden champion...He stopped suddenly, as though stricken, his dark eyes narrowing as the taste of another Saiyan's blood registered on his tongue. Vegeta lay unmoving beneath his gaze as Goku leaned down suddenly, inhaling deeply of the prince's scent. That same heady sensation was radiating in waves off the little man--he was covered in blood, his own blood, flowing in scarlet rivulets from several wounds on his face and chest.
The prince's eyes became slits as he tried to understand this unforeseen act from one so predictable. What was he planning?? /What the hell is going on?/ The look in Kakarotto's eyes had faded from anger into...what? It was infuriating the older man to no end! Vegeta instinctually moved backward as Goku leaned forward with slow, deliberate motions, a stark contrast to his previous blind attacks. His ebony brow furrowed as the larger man licked his lips again, head bending down to--smell him? The reality hit Vegeta harder than one of Chichi's frying pans. Kakarotto was stalking him...
/Fuck! What a time for instincts to kick in.../
/Yes, Vegeta, I think it would do some good to have something in common with Goten.../ the thought twisted throughout his mind like a snake in the sand, leaving little afterthoughts of what he could have only imagined happened when the eldest Saiyan had trapped his youngest son. Sensing the sudden awareness rolling from the man below him, Goku lashed out, grabbing the older man's arms once more in his bone crushing grip--this time abandoning his gentleness completely, smirking ferally at the subtle snaps he felt run below the bruising fingers of one hand. Vegeta squirmed feverishly in the tight grip, ignoring the new pain that threatened to spread to the other arm as he was sudden caught without a plan. Looking franticly around the younger Saiyan for an out, he was totally unprepared for the sudden closeness forced upon him. He froze, fear coating the air like a down comforter in summer. Vegeta was more aware of the man than ever before: his scent, his strength, his rage...though he'd never admit it, he was actually very intimidated by the man.
He was snapped back from his thoughts as he felt the breath on his cheek. Kakarotto was definitely having a change of heart. /K'so! What is he thinking!?/ He cringed and turned away to the best of his abilities as the man ran his tongue down his neck. Vegeta heard the low growl rising slowly through the man's throat in obvious pleasure of his dominance. His face went pale and he let loose a roar of pain as the bones in his arm were ruthlessly crushed once more. He blinked rapidly in a dual attempt to relieve the pain and clear his vision.
"Well then..." he turned slowly toward the deep purr that seemed to float, echoing, on the air before him. "I think you'll give me a little less trouble now, ne...?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes to piercing black slits and glared at the face just inches from his own. Swearing colorfully with words only he understood, he spat on the commanding brow before him. Goku merely smirked, releasing the now useless arm to wipe at the heated wetness. "Heh. Maybe you shouldn't have done that, Vegeta-sama. Do you really want to be in more pain than you already are...?" With those words, he threw the offending figure to the ground, watching amused as the wind was knocked from his lungs by the force.
Vegeta sat trying desperately to draw a breath AND move away from the blood-drunk Saiyan before him. /THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO ME! I am your prince! Not some two-bit wench for you to use as you please! Kakarotto! To touch me unbidden is to kill yourself!/
Goku smirked, stalking towards the backing, wide-eyed figure. /Don't flatter yourself, my prince. No one likes an ego.../
Vegeta's wide eyes only continued to grow in disbelief as Kakarotto stood resolutely before him, a Saiyan smirk if ever he saw one mocking him from the other's blood splattered face. "Kakarotto!" He resorted to vocalized orders as the Saiyan took a step forward, virtually towering over the smaller man, and pinning him to the ground with his shadow alone. "You can't do this!" No, that wasn't whining in his tone...that--that was anger, yes, anger...not fear.../no, I'm NOT afraid of this low class baka!/
"Vegeta..." This silken tone employed by the younger man was taunting, teasing, seductive, something the older man thought him incapable of being. He tried not to shiver as that one word worked it's magic on his body, and the prince began to respond to the other Saiyan's presence. Oh, Kami, the scent of blood was strong in his nostrils, and though he fought not to feel, not to react...
"KAKAROTTO!" The Saiyan was suddenly kneeling before him and the prince thought the position mildly ironic----for once the baka was on his knees as he should have been...and the prince was on his back in the dirt. Kami-sama, damn your sense of humour...
"Mmm..." Kakarotto's nose brushed the surface of his exposed skin with the concentrated intensity of an animal tracker. "I love your scent, Vegeta..." The prince shuddered violently as a rough, feline tongue lapped at the blood flowing down his neck, the sandpaper texture causing him to bite his lip hard against a moan.
It was the stupidest thing he would ever do.
As his sharp canines dug into that tender flesh and he tasted the thick copper of his own blood, he could have ki blasted himself. Kakarotto's head snapped up as the scent of fresh blood filled the air between them. Grinning madly, the larger man leaned forward.
"Don't mind if I do, my prince..."
Goku cupped Vegeta's cheek in yet another strong hold, forcing the man still as he leaned forward to drink from the fresh wound. The small prince merely closed his eyes tight and clenched his lips closed tighter as he felt the teasing touches from the other Saiyan's tongue. /NO! KAKARROTTO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HAVE YOU NO HONOUR OR SHAME FOR YOUR PEOPLE!?/ But the desperate anger filled thoughts fell dead on the taller man who continued his tender assault. Vegeta quirked a brow at the sudden, out of place chuckle he heard fall from the other man's lips.
/You want to play, my liege? Fine./ He felt the younger man snake an arm around his waist, pulling him up slightly from the ground. "Hm. Forgot about that..."
There was a sudden jerk as Vegeta felt the blue body suit he constantly wore being torn roughly from his body, and his eyes widened suddenly as the fingers played gracefully over the white scar at the base of his spine. Instantly overloaded with pleasure, the prone prince arched towards the man before him, bringing his good arm up to claw at his captor's own, while the other hung painfully limp at his side. "AAaahhh...!"
Goku smirked once more and took the prince's now open mouth into a crushing kiss, sighing deeply as he drank greedily from the sweet warm lips, lapping at the bite, slowly opening it, deepening it in order to truly taste his prince. The fresher blood held a quiet allure the older did not. Was it the heat? Was it how he was receiving it? Was it something else entirely...? He chuckled silently.
Was it instinct...?
He smiled, breaking the seal he had created with a slight kissing noise, to stare down at the panting prince he held so tightly to his chest. Yes. It was instinct after all. A smirk curled over his lips at the sudden realization. Instinct drives a Saiya-jin to battle. The battle-lust, if you would, drives a Saiya-jin to win. Could the same apply for other feats...? Are the passions for battle and love, that are so tightly wound, the same passions needed for more...intimate acts...? He laughed out loud, causing Vegeta to tense suddenly. Goku looked down at the offending Saiyan with a smile. "You enjoy the hunt," it was a simple statement of fact, but the prince couldn't stop the flush in his cheeks. "You live for the battle, the blood of your enemy coating your hands." He glared at his broader counterpart, still tense and untrusting. Goku stole a chaste kiss from the unresponsive figure in his arms before finishing his train of thought. "Then who's to say that's not what you want right now, Vegeta...?"
His brows raised as he stared at the man who held him trapped. /Nani?! What did you just say...?/ Shock prevented his voice from speaking what his mind had all too quickly let loose. "I said," he paused, dropping the stunned figure to the ground. "I'm going to fuck you, Vegeta-sama." The smirk broadened as he bent down over the quiet, wide-eyed man. "And it's going to hurt like hell."
"Kakarotto..." Vegeta's deep voice was unsteady as the other man leaned forward, straight teeth bared and stained with his own royal blood. "N-na...Ahhh!" His inquiry bled quickly into a scream as the man above him wrapped his long, thick fingers around his throat, thrusting him painfully back onto the ground. "I told you I had had enough of your talking, Vegeta..." The grip tightened and the prince found it suddenly impossible to swallow, to breathe...oh, bless it, maybe he could pass out...
...Kakarotto wouldn't fuck him if he was unconscious...right?
Those lips that had teased him mercilessly moments ago bent again to his mouth and he fought with all his training not to arch into the taunting vision of those lips....But Frieza had never shown him how to fight this--there were no other Saiyans when the small Ouji had learned his battle tactics, nothing to prepare him for the fight he would endure against his own instincts. And Kami, every molecule in his blood screamed to be taken by the crazed man kneeling above him. This had to stop now, before he gave in, before he succumbed. This prince of all Saiya-jins would NOT be bedded like a low class street whore. He had dignity, pride...
/Oh, Kami.../ The moan escaped before he could trap it in his throat, betraying his desire. A low chuckle answered him.
"I knew you wanted it, Vegeta...I could see it in your eyes, you prideful bastard..." The smaller man turned his head to the side, eyes sliding closed with a groan as Kakarotto's lips worshipped the definition of his chest. They snapped open a moment later as he felt his legs being lifted and pressed against his chest.
Struggling, he found his hands pinned securely behind his back by the awesome speed of the other Saiyan. NO! He would NOT be taken like a dog! His head came up to nip viciously at Kakarotto's nose as his face moved within distance, his entire body protested the humility of the position. Growling, he twisted under the weight that descended upon him. He never saw the other Saiyan discard his clothing, but it had been done, and now the only thing that was stopping him from thrusting his hardened arousal into the smaller man was the satisfaction he gained in watching him writhe. Vegeta did the only thing he could think of to prolong his torture and avoid being claimed, something he lived to do everyday of his life...
"Ready and eager, aren't you, Kakarotto? You just want to fuck me mindlessly like the dog you are." The prince summoned a smirk that he hardly felt, deepening it as he latched onto the other's interested gaze. "Just like I fucked your son."
...He pissed him off.
Goku's eye's betrayed nothing--as did the stone-like quality of his face, still stricken with the smirk of dominance. Vegeta was totally dumbstruck by the man's reaction--the one that followed his total lack thereof a few minutes later.
The laugh was hearty, full, almost...honest in a way. As it died down, Goku brought his gaze to rest on the figure he compromised so lusciously. "Not only will it hurt, my little prince, but I may still kill you when I'm finished..."
Vegeta tensed, waiting for the impending entrance he knew there would be no escaping. When it didn't arrive in it's liquid red ribbons and wrapping of pain, he dared a look at the taller Saiyan. And he got a hard fast hook to the jaw for his effort.
He coughed, spitting out the tooth, cursing low for his stupidity, only to be halted by a well placed punch to the stomach--followed rapidly by several others, each one seeming to hit him deeper than the last. Suddenly, all the fear he felt from the idea of being claimed by a low-class warrior seemed unnecessary as he felt his internal organs slowly turning to jelly with each bruising punch. A violent cough wracked his oxygen-deprived lungs as the blood slowly started to rise in his throat. Smelling the fear rolling off the smaller frame in waves, Goku paused, wrinkling his nose in disgust. The cough pulled his attention from the red curtain that covered his vision and he smiled at the image before him. The once mighty prince of the Saiyans was lying on his back in the dirt, face cut and bloody, chest scraped and bleeding. His entire stomach area was rapidly yellowing, shadows of purple and powder blue accenting the flesh as it jerked from the forced heaves and spasms raking the compact figure. Goku watch in morbid amusement as the other man writhed in agony, turning his head to alternately spit and spew a thick crimson from his mouth. He shook his head, reveling in the renewed scent of blood dancing throughout the air, and with a smirk moved to lean over the figure, eyes closed as his face descended to meet his squirming counterpart's. "I do love your scent, Vegeta..."
The prince could do nothing in response, desire to survive drowning in his own blood motivating him to ignore the calm man hovering above. "What was that you were saying earlier, Vegeta-sama...? About fucking my son like a dog...? That was it, wasn't it? Heh. I guess it doesn't matter..." He pulled back from the slow, wheezing prince and positioned himself once more between those slim, muscular thighs. Vegeta barely registered the words dropped as a faint warning from the towering Saiyan as he was flipped to his stomach. He felt large, firm hands grip his hips, raising his ass up, to rest the backs of his thighs against larger, heated ones. The Ouji opened his eyes to stare across the ground his cheek pressed against.
/No...Kaka..rotto...I can-NOT be had...like some common...tart..../ he cringed as the soothing words crept into his mind.
/Saa, saa Vegeta-sama...don't worry so much about your pride...you'll be dead soon anyhow...you won't be a total disgrace to your people then, will you...?/ he winced as he felt the hard arousal of the other Saiyan press invadingly between his buttocks. "At least you won't have to live with the shame..." he felt the man behind him power up to the second level beyond Super Saiyan, and closed his eyes, brow knit tight in expectation, teeth clenched and grinding. "You won't have to live with it--NOT LIKE MY SON!!" He screamed to every god he'd ever known as he felt the rock hard member tear into his small frame. /...oh...kami-sama.../
And Kakarotto was thick. He should have expected it, should have known that his compact body could not house such a perfect specimen of masculine endowment. It was tearing him apart, that expansive cock that rocked his battered insides with each agonizing thrust. Dirt mingled with the aging taste of blood in his mouth and it only increased as his body was ground again and again into the harsh turf beneath him. But that wasn't even the worst part.
The worst part was that this whole ordeal was turning him on in a horrid fashion.
"You're a sick fuck, you know that Vegeta?" Kakarotto's words were like thin shards of ice in his ear, contrasting the torrid heat of his breath. "Getting off on having the shit pounded out of you," Vegeta could feel the man shake his head, silky raven strands tickling the back of his neck. "I knew you would like it..." Oh, Kami, his sex was straining against the ground and he panted with the effort it took to keep up with the Saiyan's powerful thrusts into his abused body. His eyes were shut tightly in denial. No....he was...a pri...a...Oh, KAMI. Course fingers stroked his tail spot, the friction of his touch causing his back to arch, his hips thrusting back harder into the dominant Saiyan.
"Kaka---Kakarotto..." Needle sharp teeth saw blood on his ear, licking it away as he breathed the words, "Yes, Vegeta...I'm listening. Though if it's a comment like the last, I can assure you that I will take my pleasure before I kill you. I want you warm, little man...nice tight heat to worship my right to fuck you." Vegeta moaned loudly at the words, everything losing meaning in that solitary moment. Kami...just don't stop...And that's exactly what the larger Saiyan did. /Damn this../
"If you want it, you'll have to beg for it, little Ouji...can you do that, Vegeta? Can you beg me to fuck you like the cock sucking dog you are?"
Pain. Pleasure. Everything he had ever craved--pushing Kakarotto's patient buttons every Kami-damn day of his life to get a reaction, a Saiyan reaction...His pride no longer existed, extinguished by the maddening rage of the larger man. His hips thrust backward with a soft whimper before broad, bruising hands grasped at his thighs, holding him still. "My stamina will out last you, my prince..." Kami, He vainly wished that damn laugh didn't serve to further his predicament, his sex hardening, weeping...
Weeping, Kami, he was crying, shaking in the tremors of his torturous position. He could feel Kakarotto's stiffness filling him completely, his hands tightening around his muscled thighs. Oh, dammit...he was going to die no matter what he did...
"Onegai, Kakarotto..." It was a whisper. The hand on his thigh came down with a hard slap.
"Louder!"
"Onegai, Kakarotto!"
"Dammit, Vegeta!" Another powerful slap.
"Onegai!--FUCK ME, KAKAROTT!"
As soon as the words left his mouth he felt an amazing burst of speed and ki surround him. Vegeta grit his teeth, pressing his upper body as flat to the ground as he could as the larger man gripped his hip and thigh, his thick fingers bruising the tender flesh beyond recognition.
A cry rang from his lips as he felt a hand fist his hair, pulling back forcefully, raising him to a kneeling position in front of the seething Saiyan. Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta's waist, holding him down as he continued his thrusts.
"You sick bastard! Look at yourself crying! Fucking prick..."
Vegeta ignored the now empty words, much too enrapt by the pleasures bought to him by the pain and humiliation he was now being subject to in the form of a weak, low-class baka...who just so happened to be giving his ass the pounding of his life--his LAST fuck will be his downfall. He would've thought the idea of being fucked to death amusing at one time, but he had no ability to think thoughts so complex as that right now. Between the heat of his groin that threaten premature release, the force of the animal fucking him from behind, and the still nearly impossible breaths he'd been trying to capture since the assault on his insides had stopped, prince Vegeta of the mighty Saiyan race was in no position to do anything but survive--by any means necessary.
Another hoarse cry escaped his now burning throat as his aggressor reached around him and took a firm hold on his own, stiff erection, squeezing it almost painfully in his big hands. He was vaguely aware of the laughter that rang through the air as Kakarotto began his painful strokes: tight, long, hard...dry. The once proud prince crumbled under the new feeling that threatened to force him to completion.
"What's wrong, little Ouji? Does it hurt...?" Goku threw the crying figure back down on all fours and proceeded to slam into him at an unforgiving pace--moving his fist wrapped around the slighter man's cock to match. "You love this, Vegeta, I know you do..." he leaned forward again, running his hot tongue down the side of Vegeta's sweating cheek. "I can smell the passion on you Vegeta...just like I could smell you on my boy!" he accented each word with a particularly powerful thrust that all but broke the compact frame housing him in two. Goku smirked ferally and squeezed the prince's dick one last time--forcing everything that had been hidden inside to burst out in a sudden scream of pure pain.
"PLEASE!" That was all he could say as his seed was spilt unbidden to the air, falling to the ground below, easily forgotten. He felt a chill run down his spine as the world around him finally started to spin. "Heh." /I said I would out-last you...I always keep my word.../ with that, Goku forced his full length agonizing deeper into the slim physique. He grabbed Vegeta's good arm and twisted it behind his back not stopping until he drew yet another scream from the man.
Vegeta was finally starting on his slow journey into the dark oblivion of unconsciousness when he was suddenly wrenched awake by the newly reinstated pain of his shoulder being dislocated. He screamed in agony as the Saiyan in control continued to bend and twist the unforgiving appendage in a myriad of unnatural ways, drawing a whole slew of snaps from the once strong limb. Vegeta pulled his head from side to side in agony, desperate for the promise Kakarott had been hanging over his head from the start. If he had been told this was how he was going to die, he surely wold have killed the messenger of such...intolerable news, giving it no second thought. However, he could not have known that the passion and desire he had held for a member of this man's brood would land him in his present predicament. He would most certainly at least thought TWICE before committing his unholy acts with the boy...though he be damned, the eldest Son was infinitely better than the youngest had been.
Begging had gotten him what he wanted before, but it didn't seem to phase the Son this time as stream after sincere stream of pleas and curses, a definite desire for death, fell forth from his lips, staining the ground with his spent seed.
"Onegai, Kaka--" A large hand wrapped around his mouth, jerking his head backward, dark, angry, lustful eyes locking onto his own as the man increasing his momentum. Vegeta screamed against the hand as he felt the bones of his hips cracking under the strain. Kami, he wasn't built to withstand this much brute force. The nausea came again, rolling in the promising thickness of a blanket of blessed darkness...until the hand that held his useless arm raked a fiery track of bloody scarlet down his chest, the nails digging deep into his skin, drawing fresh blood and causing the Saiyan behind him to moan...
...in his ear...?
His eyes went wide as he felt the larger man's teeth tear mercilessly into the flesh at his neck, his lips greedily suckling the prince's crimson essence from his royal temple.
And with a mighty thrust, the larger Saiyan rammed his thick organ hard into the other's sated, pain-filled body. Kakarott's passionate cry rivaled his own muffled scream as the animalistic bastard found release in the torn, ravaged body of the Saiyan prince.
Panting in his ear brought his attention back to the horrors of reality.
"Did you enjoy that, my prince?" Kami, he had no voice to speak, should he have, by some miracle, fostered the will. "I thought so, you slutty little fuck." The weight was removed from his back and his battered body dropped carelessly to the ground. Vegeta grunted in agony and his eyes flickered upward as Kakarott crouched by his side. "See this, Vegeta?" Narrowing his eyes to focus...Kami, was that a senzu? A wicked grin flashed murder in the younger man's devilish eyes. "This is your only hope." The younger man stood, kicking the man once in the face, rolling him over onto his back.
"Oh, so you do tricks?" Kakarott smirked, turning and throwing the tiny bean as far as his arm could carry it.
"Fetch."
