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I do not own DB/Z/GT. I simply borrowed the characters and twisted the plot for Raven's amusement. This is my first attempt at a yaoi fic, a Goku/Vegeta at that. So if you're under 17 or the thought of two grown men getting it on grosses you out, just stop reading here and find something else, this fic is not for you. Everyone else enjoy.

BOW TO THE PRINCE

Vegeta stood in the wood line, a silhouetted shadow with his back against a tree. Black eyes staring out into the openness of the field, where his one time rival trained. It was odd having Goku back from the dead after the many years that had passed. Vegeta tensed at the memory of all those years when he had felt the uselessness of his own life, knowing that Goku was gone. Any chance he had of surpassing him had died with that last selfless act of heroism. Vegeta had been left the last surviving pure-blooded member of his people. The Saiyan prince had been planetless, subjectless, and goalless. A new life had awaited him, a life he had found boring and mundane.

Now, after the Tournament and the fight with Majin Buu, things had changed once again. Vegeta had given his life, allied himself by means of fusion and friendship with Goku, and had been resurrected from the dead in a short period of time.

Yes, he watched for the third day in a row as Goku trained in this field. The first day, the two men had sparred viciously, both Saiyans loving the intensity of the challenge they represent to one another. They had both appeared at this spot at the same time, although their meeting had been unscheduled. Goku had always trained here before it was his special spot. Vegeta had become aware of this due to the Potara earring fusion. Most of Goku's memories had been forever imprinted upon his brain, and Vegeta assumed the reverse was true as well. He had feared that possibility; after all it was Goku with whom he'd had to share his darkest truths. Even though the other man had not said anything, Vegeta knew that those thoughts had been conveyed, for it was there in Goku's dark eyes. How he looked on Vegeta with a new respect, rather than with the pity that Vegeta had been expecting to see reflected there.

Vegeta snorted and pushed himself to stand upright. He shifted his dark gaze to travel over Goku's straining form. He was doing it again. Goku was pushing himself beyond his limitations during this training session. Yes, there he was in his SSJ form pushing himself for all he was worth, but that power was beginning to wane. Soon the muscular Saiyan would not be able to sustain his transformed state. For the last two days, Vegeta had borne witness to this event. He knew what would transpire next. Goku would lose his power almost entirely, and lay weak and defenseless in the grass. Vegeta clenched his teeth.

?The fool, he really thought he was safe in his presence, that no harm would befall him with the Prince of Saiyans watching over him. Goku thought that Vegeta had changed. He was so wrong.

Vegeta could only stare silently as Goku shouted one last time, then fell to the ground. A deep growl rose from deep within the Prince's chest, as the golden glow faded into nothingness. It was true that Vegeta no longer wished death and humiliation upon his fellow Saiyan. That feeling had evaporated, leaving something more basic, even primal, fluttering over his senses. The growl changed as Goku tried to rise up on his hands, then slumped back down, to a deep purr of approval. Ahh yes, there was one other thing that Vegeta had learned about Goku. Stalking over to where the limp form lay, he chuckled.

"Get up, Kakkarot." A moan was the only sound uttered, but to Vegeta's delight the third class warrior's muscles tightened as he struggled to do his Prince's bidding. Vegeta knew full well that Goku did not have the energy left to get up on his own feet unaided, yet still he pressed, "Come on, Kakkarot! I said to get on your feet."

Goku was able to look up by sheer determination to meet the eyes that were fixed upon him. With a weak smile he laughed, "Have a heart, Vegeta! I'm trying here."

Vegeta knelt down and pulled him up by his hair. "Kakkarot, are you so weak that you can't do one simple task?"

"Oww, oww, owww, Vegeta!" Goku whined, but suddenly came to his knees.

"Stop complaining and do what I am telling you to do." Vegeta snarled, but underneath, he was basking in the knowledge that even though Goku was physically stronger then him, Vegeta was still the Prince. Somewhere deep in Goku's subconscious mind he had acknowledged that, because for as long as Vegeta could remember, the larger man had abided by Vegeta's will in combat. Vegeta knew he could give an order, and while Goku might complain, he would comply. That was as long as his code of honor was not ruffled by the order. Staring at a point beyond the other Saiyan, Vegeta growled again. "Get to your feet."

Vegeta watched as Goku did as he was told. He stood swaying on his feet, and then crashed to his knees once again. Goku groaned and tilted his head to the side, his large arched eyes closing. "I can't do it, Vegeta. I'm too weak."

Those words, alone, sent a shot of intense pleasure throughout Vegeta's being. The first stirrings of desire were giving way to full blown lust. Vegeta reached down to cup the other man's chin. Pulling his face up, Vegeta bent over and watched the eyes flutter open, so deep, so dark, and so innocently unaware. "Yes, you are weak, aren't you?" Leaning to whisper into Goku's ear he added. "But in your weakness, I have found my strength."

The hot breath fanning his ear caused Goku to jump a bit at the gentle stirring of his own being, and then with a sudden movement, he was imprisoned in the most impassioned kiss of his life.

Goku's mind reeled with shock. Vegeta was kissing him. The man who had never even hugged him before was ravaging his mouth with fierce swirls of his tongue. He trembled as Vegeta's fingers slipped up from his chin to frame the side of his face. Every muscle in his body that had been burning with fatigue now turned into mush in the wake of this assault. As Vegeta pulled his head back and stared down, Goku groaned. "Vegeta, Please."

"Please." Vegeta scowled. "I lower my self enough to grace you with a kiss, and all you can say is 'please'?" Vegeta felt a deep sense of satisfaction at the slight whimper that emerged at those words. "I was wrong. You don't want this." Vegeta taunted. AHHH, Kakkarot was easy to play with. Those eyes snapped up to look at him, stunned and confused. Vegeta smirked. Too easy. Twisting it to make it seem as if Kakkarot himself had instigated this entire mess, and being the martyr he was, Vegeta would bet that he was already forming a case against himself in his mind.

The next words he spoke proved it. "I… I… I'm sorry Vegeta." Goku stammered. What had he done that had made Vegeta think that he wanted him to…? Goku shook his head and accepted that it had to be something pretty damn blatant to bring out this kind of reaction from Vegeta.

"You're sorry." Vegeta snorted. Slowly he began to turn away. "Humrph, you never wanted it enough anyway."

Goku felt his stomach fall as he felt the aching of his muscles coming back to him. Vegeta had made him feel so good then. Now he was angry. "Vegeta…?" the voice was quiet and submissive.

Vegeta turned on him "Don't play with me, Kakkarot." The rasping tones rolled over Goku's body. "I am not in the mood for your games." Then grabbing the back of Goku's head, Vegeta pulled his face to the juncture of his thighs. "So do you want this or not?"

Goku's eyes flew open and he swallowed hard as the firmness left little doubt to what the Saiyan Prince had in mind. It was all so much to digest at once, Goku had never even thought about this. The scenario never passing through his martial arts fixated brain. What should he say? What should he do?

As if from nowhere, a new feeling arose to envelope him in its liquid embrace. It was accompanied by the thick musky scent of Vegeta's arousal. Goku found himself opening his mouth wanting to taste the skin beneath the tight fitting blue spandex.

Vegeta purred low as the mouth sucked and pulled at the material. Things were working out better than he had imagined. Never had he thought that on this day would Goku be on his knees licking and nipping at his taut arousal. This was too perfect. Still Vegeta had to have more, and with steady hands he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, letting his desire fall free. Goku pulled back and stared. Vegeta licked his lips watching as the other man studied his pulsing erection. Vegeta hissed through clenched teeth, "Well, are you going to take it or not? I am not going to stand here all day and wait on you."

Goku jumped at the words and leaned forward drawing the flesh into his mouth and savouring the salty taste of Vegeta's skin. By instinct alone, he seemed to know that this was what Vegeta wanted. A growl of satisfaction reached Goku's ears, and he felt his own member reacting. It was as if with each swirl of his tongue, Goku was getting more turned on himself. DAMN there was no 'as if' about it. Goku realized that he was becoming aroused faster then he had ever been before. As Vegeta's hands cupped his head and moved him in a rocking motion, Goku was especially thankful for the looseness of his gi. He could feel his manhood throbbing and tightening his pants. He was starting to desire something that had never crossed his mind before. Goku's hands rose with a great effort on his part to grasp Vegeta's hips. He then renewed his efforts, evoking a primal cry from the Saiyan Prince.

Vegeta was writhing as the larger Saiyan sucked so expertly. Damn, He was starting to wonder if maybe Goku had done this before. The idea filled him with rage, but was soon dispelled. There was no way that had happened. Not when he had given such a confused look only moments before. Still the pressure was building at an alarming rate and if Vegeta was not careful, he would be expending his load far too soon. He was not nearly done playing with his new toy. Vegeta pulled Goku away from his erection and said with an utter calm he did not feel, "as much as I would like to see my cum all over you face, I have other plans for you, Kakkarot."

Goku was shoved to his hands again, as Vegeta stepped around him. Goku had a hard time complying with this demand, as his hands were straining to support his own weight. Not to mention that his cock was so hard it was fairly ripping his gi. The gentle movements of his trembling arms were like some sort of erotic torture, brushing him just enough to tease. Still he was going to do whatever Vegeta instructed him to do. Listening to the powerful Saiyan warrior had already brought him more pleasure then he had ever imagined. The only thing that he could think was near as satisfying was the thrill of fighting. Never would he admit that this… this was better then food, well almost.

Vegeta grabbed the back of Goku's shirt and pulled it over his head. Goku just barely managed to recover his balance as his hands came crashing back to the earth. Vegeta smirked. Goku had never even looked up to see which direction the shirt was tossed. Vegeta leaned over him, letting his hand travel over the smooth skin of the larger Saiyan's body, marvelling at the sheer thrill of it all. How many times had he struck him in frustration, in anger? Had he ever been such a fool as to want this prime piece of male flesh destroyed? He listened and heard Goku's deep moan. Damn if Goku was not enjoying this. He had taken to this game like a duck to water. Vegeta acknowledged the fact that if they were still on Vegeta-sei, Goku would more than likely be used for breeding after the Super Saiyan transformation. A smirk once again crossed his face. Either that or Vegeta would have claimed him as his private toy, just as he was doing now.

Vegeta slowly pulled the pants down over Goku's thighs inch by inch. It was intoxicating to watch him shiver as the material stroked his skin. "Kakkarot." Vegeta called watching the other man lift his head. "Look at me." As the dark eyes came around, Vegeta slipped one finger into his own mouth and sucked on it. Then another. Goku licked his lips and swallowed. The eyes blinking as a trance-like expression crossed his features. Pulling his fingers from his mouth, Vegeta reached down to press them against Goku's tender opening.

Goku shuddered violently as one slender appendage slipped into the deep recesses of his body. The finger thrust slowly, and Goku grabbed the grass in his hands arching his head back. His breathing was becoming more labored. It felt so good. He had no idea that Vegeta could do this to him! He was turning to jello with nothing more than a few flicks of a finger. What had taken him so long?

Vegeta watched as his victim began to move his hips with the steady rhythm of his hand, then moved the other finger in to gently stretch the opening. Goku had no idea what he was in for, but then that was the fun of it. Turning the good, kind hero into nothing more then the lustful beast that he should be. The mere thought brought a wicked smile to Vegeta's lips. With deliberate motions, Vegeta fluttered his fingers and basked in the scream that ripped from Goku's chest. "So Kakkarot, you are enjoying this." Vegeta mocked him. "I was wondering."

Enjoyment was too weak a word. Goku clenched his teeth. He was dying, writhing and panting beneath the expertise of his prince. All at once Vegeta pulled his fingers from him. Goku groaned and tried to reclaim his sanity. What was happening to him? His control was fleeting.

Vegeta thrust deep, in one harsh plunging push. Goku roared out in pain, it was as if his insides were being twisted. Unbidden tears of agony arose in Goku's eyes, as Vegeta continued to thrust his hips against Goku's. The sense of betrayal seemed to come from everywhere. It had been like his body had been in liege with Vegeta, setting him up for this moment of torture.

Vegeta was starting to sweat. It was so good. He knew that Goku was in pain. He could tell that with each vicious thrust. Vegeta closed his eyes and ignored the flinching moans of the man under him, and pummelled him harder.

"Is this what you wanted?" Vegeta growled out. "What will you do now, Kakkarot? Will you beg for pleasure, or scream for mercy? Tell me what you want, Kakkarot! Tell me!"

Goku gasped and felt the tears falling on to his hands he tried to hold back the words, but they burst forth. "Please. Please, Vegeta, no more. Show mercy." the voice that surfaced was not his own. It was trembling and weak. Goku felt himself hanging his head in shame.

Vegeta laughed evilly. "Kakkarot." The voice was dominant and seductive as Vegeta whispered into his ear. "You know better then anyone… the Saiyan Prince does not show mercy." With that Vegeta reached around and took Goku's arousal in his hand and began pumping it with deliberation.

The pleasure was back, but the pain had not left. Goku groaned and whimpered under Vegeta…

Vegeta continued to work at the large erection in his hand, as he rocked his own deep in the warm embrace of Goku's flesh. "You are nothing more then a third class warrior, Kakkarot." Vegeta growled "but you are a first rate whore."

Goku jerked at the words, but he could not pull away. It was starting again. The pleasure was taking over his being, and he was now thoroughly enjoying the deep plunging of Vegeta's shaft.

"Tell me Kakkarot. Do you like it?" Vegeta growled, "Do you want me to stop now?"

Goku shook his head adamantly "No… Noo! I like it, Vegeta! I like it!"

"Like it? Is that all?" Vegeta hissed. "If all you feel is like, then I am wasting my time on you."

Goku cried out "No Vegeta... No don't stop... just a little more… please…"

Vegeta complied with the request, and let go of his control. Soon his and Goku's impassioned cries rumbled through the field, and drifted into the woods.

Vegeta came down upon Goku with his full weight, while Goku dropped onto his side, panting and shuddering.

Vegeta rose, smirking, and suddenly realized that his fellow Saiyan was completely limp on the ground next to him. Vegeta smiled and ran his fingers in the thick black hair. `I don't know what pleases me more, the ease of your defeat or the fact you enjoyed being mated by your prince so much that you lost consciousness."

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Vegeta sat at the kitchen table shoving food into his mouth. Bulma looked over at him and smiled "You know I have to tell you, Vegeta." Her eyes flashed happily with luminous blue light. "I am so happy that you and Goku are getting along theses past few days. It really warms my heart."

Vegeta merely smirked.

THE END

This fic is for and dedicated to Raven! For all the support she has shown me in the past few weeks, in my writing and my art. Not to mention all the YUMMY YAOI she sends my way. @.@