Brand New Lover
by Saiyajin Raven 69     More by this Writer
Vegeta reflects on his relationship with Yamcha.

I hated him. Every time he came sniffing around the woman, I wanted to kill him. It wasn't that I was jealous of him; I couldn't care less about his intentions with her. She was an annoyance that I merely tolerated. All the weak, pathetic inhabitants of this planet made me sick. In the few months that I had been on this disgusting piece of rock, I had learned that there was no one here that was worth the time of the Saiyajin no Ouji. Kakkarot could have been, but he had lost all that was Saiyajin about him, and he was only a rival to me. I cared nothing more than to crush him under my boot.

The scarred ningen disgusted me most of all. Every time he came around, he smelled of sex. He was nothing more than a deplorable slut. He smelled of a different woman almost every time he visited, but it was when he smelled of other men that I hated him most. I hated him because he made me want him for myself.

He brought out the most primal urges deep within my soul; I wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes off that hard, rippling body and fuck him within an inch of his life. When he trained in the yard in front of my gravity chamber, it took all my control not to jump him. He drove me to distraction, and I despised him for it.

Oh, it would be so easy, too. He was the weakest of the so called "Special Forces" this planet was protected by. His strength wasn't even a tenth of my own, if that much. I could overpower with my little finger if I put my mind to it. And I knew one day, I would.

That day finally came, when his scent was so powerful that I couldn't ignore it any longer. I had to have him, and the fates were with me. The woman had gone with her parents to a meeting, or some such nonsense in another city, and wouldn't be back for one half week. I could sense no other powerful ki signatures anywhere in the vicinity, so there was no one near enough to sense his weak ki when he flared it in fear. He was mine.

When I came out of the main building, he was stretching in preparation of his training. His shirt and boots were lying on the grass, and his muscles moved fluidly underneath his tanned, sweat slicked skin. He looked delicious.

I made it a point to walk directly past him, coming within just a couple of feet of him. When I spoke, he jumped, as I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to acknowledge his presence. "Hey Scarface, if you want a REAL workout, why don't you join me in the gravity chamber?" I said in the most seductive tone I could muster.

His eyes traveled over me, taking in my appearance. I had dressed for the occasion, wearing only my white gloves and a pair of black shorts that fit like a second skin, and left nothing to the imagination. He couldn't have missed the huge bulge in the spandex as his gaze swept over me. His eyes widened as I passed him, and his tongue slipped out to wet his dry lips nervously.

I paused in my journey to the chamber, looking over my shoulder at him in invitation. Immediately I sensed a change in him. He must have realized that the workout I was suggesting had nothing to do with sparring, because his scent changed drastically, from one of physical exertion to that of pure sexual arousal.

"Well? Are you coming?" I asked, quirking one eyebrow, as I continued walking.

Even from the distance that I had covered, I could hear his response under his breath, "Not yet!" as he broke into a jog to cross the yard to my position.

He followed me into the gravity chamber, and I shut and locked the hatch behind him, effectively trapping my prey. There was no way he could escape me, now. I sauntered past him toward the controls in the center of the chamber, and sniffed as I passed. His scent had once again altered, he was very highly aroused, but I could smell a slight twinge of fear. I love the smell of fear. I thrive on it.

I punched up the force of gravity to 20 times that of the Earth; not enough to disable the target of my desire, but enough to slow him down considerably. He was struggling to remain standing upright, and doing a valiant job I must say. His pride was supporting him, and I knew that he didn't want to show his inferiority to me. He didn't know just how superior I intended to be.

I stalked back to him slowly, giving him my most lascivious smirk. By that time he had to know of my intentions, but I intended to make myself perfectly clear. "Now about that workout..." I growled, as I grasped the waistband of his loose orange pants, ripping them free of his body in one swift motion. I licked my lips as my eyes traveled over his well formed body, pausing to admire the massive erection he was sporting.

"Happy to see me?" I laughed.

His cheeks reddened as he let his eyes drift to the floor in front of him, then lifted his gaze back to meet mine. I could sense his struggle not to reveal his fear to me, as he squared his shoulders and opened his mouth to speak.

I cut him off with my own mouth before allowing him to say anything, kissing him fiercely, forcing my tongue past his lips and teeth, savoring the taste of him. Just as I had imagined, he tasted as good as he smelled.

I pulled his body against mine roughly, sliding my gloved hands around to his firm ass, squeezing and kneading savagely, digging my fingers into his flesh, knowing that he would be bruised come the next day. He groaned into my mouth, as he attempted to grind his erection against my body. I released my grasp on him, and pushed him away from me, wiping my mouth with the back of a glove.

I ripped away my shorts, releasing my own arousal, which his gaze dropped to immediately. His reaction to my size pleased me; I know he wasn't expecting someone of my small stature to be as well endowed as I am. I am the Prince after all.

I stood before him, naked save my gloved hands, and assumed my usual stance, feet spread apart, with my arms crossed over my chest. "Kneel." I commanded him.

Without hesitation he dropped heavily to his knees. I wasn't certain if he obeyed so quickly out of fear, excitement, or relief of no longer supporting himself under the gravity level that he was unused to. I smirked at him as he looked up at me from his position on the floor. "I think you know what is expected of you." I snarled down at him.

He literally lunged at me, his hands gripped my hips and his mouth...ah, his magnificent mouth...engulfed me fully. I could feel the tip of my erection pushing past the boundary of his throat as he took me in completely, his nose buried in the stiff curls at the base. His tongue swirled and stroked against the underside of my arousal, driving me insane. It took all of my control to keep my composure, and not cry out in pleasure.

Watching his beautiful, scarred face as he bobbed up and down on my cock, with his lips stretched around me, and the moans coming from deep in his chest caused me to give up my dignity. I tangled my fingers through his short black hair, immobilizing his head. I began thrusting my hips wildly, forcing myself down his throat at a rapid pace. His eyes closed as he fought to breathe through his nose, and keep his calm as I fucked his mouth. I must give him credit for maintaining his cool throughout; it was obvious to me that this wasn't the first time he had been used in this manner. Slut.

I felt the tell tale tightening in my groin that signaled my coming release, and just at the right moment, I pulled out of his mouth and shot my seed all over his face. The sight of my cum dripping down his cheeks and chin was enough to make me hard again instantly. I loosened my grip on his hair, stepped to the side, and pushed him down so that he was supporting himself on his hands and knees. Again, he proved his experience, as he spread his knees apart, and lowered himself onto his elbows.

I leaned over and brushed one finger across his still wet cheek, gathering as much cum as I could with the quick sweep. I pressed the slicked, gloved finger into his opening, causing him to shout my name, the first word he had uttered since he'd entered the chamber. I prepared him roughly, and entered him abruptly, slamming my cock into his tight channel. He screamed, and it was music to my ears.

I pounded my cock into him ferociously as he writhed in pleasure and pain beneath me. His screams subsided, becoming heavy groans and pants as pleasure won out. I raised one hand from it's position on his hip, and pulled him up so that his back was against my chest. He raised and lowered himself on my erection with the same frantic pace that I had been pounding into him, as his hand found it's way to his own neglected erection. He tugged at it with the same tempo at which our bodies were slamming together, and brought himself to a quick completion, tossing his head back against my shoulder as he howled his climax to the ceiling. The display of erotic abandon was enough to push me over the edge a second time, and I released deep within his body.

He remained unmoving against me, his head against my shoulder as he caught his breath. I lifted his body off of mine, sliding out of him with a hiss. He fell to the floor, limp, and lay there with his eyes closed.

I got up and strode to the gravity controls, shutting down the pressure in the room. As the air thinned, a low moan of relief escaped his lips, his eyes remained closed. I went down the stairs to the living area, and pulled two pair of shorts out of the dresser, quickly donning one pair, before grabbing a towel from the bathroom and returning to the floor above. I tossed the towel over his face so that he could clean up, and dropped the shorts on the floor near him.

He finally sat up, wiping his face with the towel before gazing up at me with those inky black eyes. "Vegeta..." he began.

I was in no mood to hear what he had to say, so once again cut him off by leaning over and kissing him. "Shut up, Scarface. If you're good, I may let you workout with me again sometime."

I heard him chuckle as I opened the hatch to the chamber, "Sounds like a plan to me." He said as I walked out the door, intent on hitting the shower.

"You can plan on it, Scarface, you can plan on it."

~END~

This fic is dedicated to AMCM74, who feels that there aren't nearly enough Vegeta X Yamcha fics in the world. It was written for the DBZ_Yaoi_Lovers Yahoo group.

It was written in two hours, so forgive me if it's short! I had a deadline to meet!

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