Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

One day, Ashes was sitting in the children's section of the public library, drinking the juice she had just stolen from some kid. As she was enjoying her juice and reading a worn-out copy of Curious George Goes to the Zoo, you know, the one where he gets trapped in the monkey cage and leans some new tricks. As she was reading, she noticed a pair of green eyes blinking at her over her book. She looked up and saw a small boy with blonde hair standing expectantly before her.

"What do you want, kid? You're bothering me," she snapped angrily in hopes of breaking the fragile young psyche. He smiled as her undaunted and climbed into her lap, much to her displeasure.

"Tell me a story!" he said happily, bouncing in glee. She pushed the young boy off her lap in disgust and crossed her arms over her chest with a huff.

"I'm not telling you a story, kid! Does this look like `Storytime Corner'?" she yelled before throwing her empty juice box at him. He rubbed his head and pointed to the sign above her. Turning, she looked up to read the colorful banner over her head `Storytime Corner.' Slapping her forehead in frustration, she mumbled several things under her breath before smiling sweetly.

"Okay, cutie, sit down – not in my lap – and I'll tell you a story," she said in a deceptively innocent voice. The boy cheered and beckoned several of his friends over to also hear her story. Ashes sat down her book and clasped her hands together in anticipation of the pain and trauma she was about to inflict. "Now, kids, today I'm going to tell you a story about a man named Vegeta. How does that sound?" All the children clapped happily, so she grinned and continued. "Well, it was a day much like today....."

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It was a sickeningly sun-shiny day outside, but that wasn't bothering Vegeta, because he was training in his gravity room as usual. The sweat ran down his forehead and stung his eyes; he couldn't wipe it off with his shirt, because in my world sexy men don't wear shirts. So anyway, the sweat was burning his eyes with a vengeance only Saiyan sweat can muster, so he decided to stop for awhile and get a towel from the Capsule Corporation building. As soon as he stepped outside, a large purple spaceship swooped down and beamed him aboard before he could realize what happened and flew off again.

Vegeta sat in the middle of a lighted circle, sputtering like a cat that just got dropped into a pot of boiling water...not that I know what that looked like, but I can guess. Standing up, the veins began to bulge on his forehead, and if you ask me, that's kinda dangerous maybe.

"Kisama! What is the meaning of this!?" he yelled as he tried to power up to his max. However, there was some type of ki-dampening forcefield around him and he was unable to ascend; instead, he just stood there screaming. When he finally realized that nothing was happening, he stopped and looked around for his captors.

"Where are you!? Show yourselves!" he roared in rage. There was a slithering noise and he could see indistinct forms writhing in the darkness of the shadows surrounding him. He saw shapes coiling around each other as they slid closer to him. Having no ki, being surrounded by who knows what, and sweat still stinging his eyes, Vegeta was getting a little bit upset.

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"Miss Storyteller?" a girl with black hair asked. "Is Mr. Vegeta going to be horribly tortured and humiliated in ways that only someone as sick and twisted as yourself would imagine?" Ashes looked at the young girl in disbelief before hand-delivering a bitch-slap to her.

"Shut up and listen to the story! I'll tell my stories however I want!" The little girl began to bawl like a baby and so Ashes was satisfied and continued her story. "Where was I? Oh yes, Vegeta was getting worried...."

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"I am mildly concerned about this new and unexpected turn of events," Vegeta said as the slithering things encroached upon him from the bowels of the blackness. Suddenly, something emerged into the light. Vegeta looked down in disgust at what appeared to be a long, slimy, purplish, writhing, uh...tentacly...tentacle! "A tentacle?! This won't end well...," Vegeta sighed as he realized that I had it in for him. Then unexpectedly the tentacle spoke, well not spoke because it didn't have a mouth, but maybe it mentally projected a voice. Oh come on, this is a PWP! I don't have to explain everything!

"Vegeta," the tentacle `spoke' in a rumbling, gargling voice that could have emanated from Goku's stomach. "You are now our slave and man whore. You'll do what we want you to do and you'll take what we have to give and you'll like it!" it said with a bubbling noise that might have been it's form of laughter.

"I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans! I am no one's slave!" he said indignantly. The tentacle waved enticingly at him, "So you say now, but we have researched you and we know what you want more than anything in the world! And we can give it to you...,"

"The greatest power in all the universe?" Vegeta asked in interest, hey if ya gotta get power from a tentacle, than by all means be my guest!

"No!" the tentacle cried out. "This video of Son Goku giving himself a hand job in the shower!" it said as it waved a video tape in front of Vegeta's face. Vegeta's cheeks burned the deepest red ever and he began to stutter uncontrollably.

"I, I, I, uh, well I," he stammered as he tried to think of a way to save some face. The chuckling/bubbling sound resumed and Vegeta felt like crawling back into that grave on Namek and dying. He was so mortified that he didn't notice the various tentacles wrapping themselves around his legs until it was too late. "Get off me! I will be no one's whore! Much less a tentacle's!" he screamed in hate.

"Trust me, you'll be eating those words all too soon!" the tentacle laughed as it began to run itself over his chest. He tried to swat the offending appendage away, but found himself bound by the wrists and ankles by more tentacles. Even though he was struggling as hard as he could against the binds, he couldn't seem to move. The lead tentacle began to slowly pull off his spandex shorts that had been clinging oh so nicely to his sculpted body, revealing glistening skin that was just waiting to be worshipped...and oh how we all want to worship that skin!

"Of course, you do get to enjoy your reward for your services," the tentacle said as the Goku porn video began playing in the background. Vegeta took one look at the water droplets splashing off Goku's chiseled muscles and rivulets running down unblemished skin and he instantly got hard. The tentacle rumbled with laughter as it saw it had already won. It wrapped itself around the proud erection and used the suction cups on it's underside to tease Vegeta's burning flesh. A dulcet moan escaped the parted lips and Vegeta closed his eyes in shame. Other tentacles came and ran along his sensitive skin, causing shivers of electric pleasure to jolt through his body. The tentacle squeezed the sensitive head of his cock and he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming.

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"Miss Storyteller? Why would you want to envision something like this?" asked a short boy with brown eyes. Ashes screamed in frustration and balled her hands into fists.

"How do you interrupt right in the middle of the good part?! Don't you know any better than to stop the flow of a sex scene!?!" she screamed. She picked up the boy by the collar of his shirt and stuffed him into a nearby trashcan. Walking back over to that other kids, she sat down and glared at them. "Are there any more questions?!" she asked as her eye began to twitch. All the children quickly shook their heads no in hope of not further provoking her anger. "Good! Now back to the story!"

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Vegeta watched in voyeuristic fascination as Goku began to slowly stroke himself. He imagined it was those strong Saiyan hands running over him, instead of the cold tentacles. They stroked him, sucked him, drove him wild as he tried to keep breathing. The tentacles were pleased with the reaction they were getting. It was fun to play with him like this, I know I would enjoy it, but they had a malicious intent and were anxious to carry out their nefarious plans. The tentacles spread his muscular legs and entered him without ceremony. Vegeta's eyes bulged as he was suddenly filled by a squishy and damp tentacle that was writhing and turning inside him. The sensation was very different from any he had ever experienced before, but sure how often do you get raped up the ass by tentacles? It was uncomfortable sure, but not altogether unpleasant. He tried to imagine it was Kakarot taking him, but he couldn't think of the other Saiyan as having such a limp dick. Then the tentacle attached one of it's suction cups to Vegeta's prostate gland and began to merrily suck on it.

"HHAAAAIIIII!!" Vegeta suddenly screamed as tidal waves of pleasure crashed through his body, setting every nerve on edge. The tentacles doubled their efforts on the inside and out making Vegeta absolutely lose his mind. "That's the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it! Uh huh, uh huh!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. With one last long slurp, Vegeta came with a frenzy. He collapsed to the floor and lay shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. As he tried to take in air through his heaving lungs, he noticed a little robot roll over and collect every last drop of his hot cum it could. The spent Prince looked on in puzzlement since he couldn't figure out what was going on, I mean you orgasm, some robot comes out of nowhere, who would know what the hell was going on.

"Wha?" he mumbled, trying to figure out what was happening. The tentacles bubbled with laughter again as they prepared to reveal their master plan and reach the end of this story.

"You see, Vegeta, we are using you to produce our new product. Take a look at this poster for it," it said as a poster dropped from the ceiling. On the sign, painted in large black letters were the words: "Man Milk, good for your body! Your family will love it! Get your carton of Man Milk today!" And underneath those inspiring words was a picture of a milk carton with Man Milk written on it and a small picture of two men hugging each other. "It will be hugely popular as the new drink of choice. We will make the world become addicted to it and then conquer the world!" Vegeta looked up at the tentacles and blinked several times.

"Did you just say _I_ would supply all this `man milk'?" he asked slowly. The tentacles waved in affirmation.

"Yes, you will be the sole producer, since you are the only Saiyan with royal cum left. And that is the only ingredient in our product." Vegeta tried to mentally calculate that.

"I'm going to be very busy, aren't I?" he asked as his eye began to twitch.

"Yes, you have to make enough to supply the whole world." Without muttering a word, Vegeta fainted, but can you really blame him? The tentacles dragged him out of the room and into the bowels of their ship. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows and grabbed the forgotten Goku video and wrote `Cooking with Emril' on the cover before slipping out of the ship.

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"And they all lived happily after," said Ashes in conclusion. She surveyed her handiwork with a twisted happiness, the children were convulsing on the floor while drooling on themselves. Cackling in glee, she laughed at how she had just warped their little developing minds. Standing up, she gathered her books and began to walk away.

"I'd love to stay and chat with you punks, but I've got a date with Emril," she said with a lecherous grin, "we're going to kick it up a notch!"

Owari