Shaky, Shaky!
by Shenronprincess     More by this Writer
Goku shows off a very seductive dance to his intrigued Prince. Just how will Vegeta react to such an odd display?
Art Source: https://wtfisbasscustardgoku.tumblr.com/image/175812947005



Shaky, Shaky!- Chapter 1
Disclaimer: DBZ and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama.

(Song in this work is Shaky, Shaky by Daddy Yankee)

*Saiyan translation:
Fukari, koktu-taiza = Fucking, cocktease.
Tauji = Prince

AU – Set 8 years after the Buu saga. Dragon Ball Super never happened.


Music boomed from the black pill shaped speaker sitting precariously between a rock and the edge of a craggy pond. The voices and laughter of two teenagers could be heard in the background as they argued over just about everything; fighting stances, girls, who had the better looks.

“Goten,” the voice of his best friend stubbornly insisted, “You know I at least have the brains between us.”

Sixteen year old Trunks blinked and looked slightly annoyed with his companion who would not back down or concede anything to him in terms of who was better at certain things.

“Aw, come on Trunks, you are taking this way too seriously,” Goten shot back, amusement growing at the look the other teenager was currently giving him.

Said teenager scowled at his stubborn friend and playfully took a swing at a muscular shoulder, but the other teenager was too fast and the lavender haired demi’s fist ended up swishing through empty air instead.

“Damnit, Goten.”

A ringing laughter from his friend was the response he received.

Trunks, infectiously smiling back at Goten and squaring his shoulders, now glared at his cohort with renewed energy and determination.

While Goten infuriated the young demi at times, he wouldn’t have their friendship any other way.

The two boys had been constant companions throughout their childhood and teenage years and despite their bantering would do just about anything for each other.

More so their two families had become extra close since the demise of Buu some years ago and when the invitation was given by Chi-Chi for a summer barbeque, his mother Bulma had happily accepted for all of them.

So here they all were, Sons and Briefs together gathered on the grassy lawn outside a small, domed shaped house, waiting for the missing Son patriarch to arrive from where he had run off to since the morning.

In the meantime, Trunks was absolutely determined to win the argument he was currently having with Goten.

With that in mind Trunks spoke to his habitually testy father standing a few feet away, hoping to rope the man into the conversation somehow.

“Dad,” he turned around to look at the annoyed and scowling saiyan prince whose arms were crossed against a muscular chest, “Tell Goten I’m right about me being the smart one!”

“Pssht,” Goten muttered, blinking impishly at his friend with a wide grin on his face, thinking the other too easily provoked over such trivial things.

“And besides, Mom is a genius,” Trunks proudly proclaimed in protest to the other boy’s mocking, continuing to glance expectantly at his father for any sort of reply.

The saiyan prince, watching his rival’s brat and his own in slight annoyance, had heard just about enough of their mindless talk.

So far, the two demis had done nothing but argue with each other since they arrived at the Son house for the blasted barbeque.

“Leave me out of your petty arguments, boy,” Vegeta finally scolded his son while listening to Goten snicker shamelessly in the background.

“But Dad, don’t be like that, just back me up on this one,” the voice of his whining son pleading once again for his thoughts on the matter.

~Kids…~

“Hmph, fine,” the dark eyes of the prince fixed momentarily on the bickering teens before giving in to his son’s pestering.

“You do indeed have the brains of this operation,” Vegeta confirmed, smirking in amusement as he watched his son fist pump into the air before finally turning and walking away to seek out his rival among all this noise.

So far the other man was nowhere to be found among his family gathered here, and Vegeta was beginning to feel a touch of aggravation the longer Goku was missing.

~Surely the bumbling clown was better company than hearing the inane chatter of the two teenaged brats?~

Vegeta impatiently contemplated in his mind, deciding which approach to use for locating the man quickly.

~So where in this kami forsaken place had Kakarot gone off to?~

Finally reaching a decision, Vegeta stilled and closed his obsidian eyes, allowing his aura to reach out and feel the familiar tendrils of energy put out by the earth raised saiyan.

This telepathic connection they shared was the only remnant left of their fusion into Vegeto when they had fought Buu some years ago and the Prince was not at all averse to using it when necessary.

However this time, Vegeta’s efforts to locate the other full blooded saiyan would prove fruitless and with a deep sigh he decided to give up the search for now, feeling it was appropriate to at least try and mingle with the rest of the family gathered there.

So the prince reluctantly turned and greeted the loud and commonly vulgar Chi-Chi who was standing next to his own wife chatting away about something pointless, before making small talk with Gohan and his young family.

It was obvious from his demeanor and words that the oldest son of Goku had fully immersed himself in the boring life of a common earthling, having abandoned his training entirely for scholarly pursuits.

~Stupid humans and their pacifist ways,~ he shook his head in exasperation, ~what a damn waste of true potential.~

If anyone were to tell Vegeta that standing in front of him was the same warrior who defeated Cell as a child, he would have scoffed in disbelief at their direction.

Nevertheless, he still had a great respect for Gohan and hoped the demi would one day remember he was a kami-damned saiyan too and not one of these tree hugging earthlings.

“Gohan?”

A loud voice broke through Vegeta’s thoughts suddenly, causing him to bring his closest ear down to his shoulder for the sake of his sensitive hearing.

“Where in the world did your father get to?” screeched the dominating woman from the prince’s right direction.

Vegeta cringed at the shrillness of Chi-Chi’s voice as she questioned her son and guessed correctly that the blame for Gohan’s current disposition fell entirely on his obnoxious mother.

The whole atmosphere was always disturbed whenever that woman raised her voice in anger or condemnation. Just how his rival had put up with such a screeching banshee of a wife for so many years was astonishing to the saiyan prince.

Vegeta would have to ask the other saiyan that question one day, but he could probably guess the answer even if the other wouldn’t acknowledge the unspoken truth of it.

Boredom and routine…the same reason he stayed in an unfulfilling marriage to his own human wife.

Not that there was anything really wrong with the blue haired woman, she did afterall take him into her home after Namek and had produced him a strong heir.

But he yearned for something Bulma could never give him, something only another of his kind possessed; a piece of home that he could cherish and have right here on earth.

It was something saiyan; the deep thrill of battle, the perfect taste of bloodlust pumping through his veins.

It was Kakarot…the glow of illuminated power humming just underneath his skin, crackling with godly power waiting to be unleashed, unfurling his mane in a long cascade of gold.

And Vegeta wanted the other saiyan, needed him like the air in his lungs. Without him there would hardly be anything left.

He had nearly lost his sanity the last time the man died.

Part of the reason Vegeta had allowed himself to be majin possessed was because of the anger born by Goku’s seven year absence.

It had enraged him that the other saiyan would choose to stay dead and leave him, the last of their kind – his Tauji (Prince)- behind; alone to play the peaceful family man on this weakling infested mudball.

~Kakarot?~ A sudden prickle on the back of his neck was the first sign he received of anything amiss.

While initially feeling nothing in his search earlier, a spark now kindled in Vegeta’s mind in recognition and he knew Goku had sensed his earlier effort to find him and was seeking out for the prince’s aura in return.

~It has to be Kakarot...There is nobody else on this pathetic planet with such a ki.~

Smirking in slight anticipation, the prince stood patiently and waited for Goku to appear with all the unrestrained joy and mirth the man usually greeted everyone with.

The prince of all saiyans would not be disappointed for long as a man with two fingers pressed against his forehead suddenly teleported into existence before him.

“Hey, Vegeta!” came a shout as the taller saiyan clad in his usual bright orange and blue walked closer and stopped right in front of his waiting elder.

“How are, ya?” he politely asked with a wide smile, sable tail now swishing happily behind him in greeting.

Vegeta’s own newly regrown appendage ruffled in response from where it was wrapped around his trim waist before looking up at the cheerful man and replying.

“Fine, Kakarot,” he acknowledged the younger saiyan, his friend and rival, turning up his lips in a trademark smirk, “Waiting for you to finally show up.”

“Yeah, sorry bout being late,” the younger saiyan replied, his laugh child-like and almost innocent, as he reached behind his head to scratch at a familiar place, “Were you waiting for long?”

“Hn,” The prince regarded him coolly, the short reply saying more than he expressed.

“Too long for you, I guess,” Goku catching the meaning teased not put off at all by the prince’s taciturn expression.

“I didn’t expect any different, idiot,” Vegeta bantered back, “You are never on time for anything.”

“Hee, hee, I guess you’re right, Vegeta,” he grinned openly at his friend, his overly cheerful mask dropping in place for the sake of the family waiting to waylay them any moment now.

But Vegeta knew better; under that mask of naiveté and happy dopiness the man put on for others there was a saiyan heart beating within – a heart just like his own.

Perhaps far less cruel and murderous, but a saiyan heart nonetheless, one which had the same bloodlust for battle, the same thirst for greater power, and the same passion for testing his limits.

It was this passion that lit Goku’s youthful eyes from within and made them glow inhumanly, marking him as alien next to the human friends he associated with; friends that would likely tremble in fear if their comrade truly and fully embraced his saiyan nature.

It was also the passion that had kept the saiyan prince alive and Vegeta felt something like it for his kindred saiyan from the beginning, always trying to surpass the man in power and glory at every turn.

Yet there existed something deeper between them, a soul connection, that he didn’t always care to acknowledge; a spark of heat that if fanned could explode into a deadly bonfire consuming them both.

The prince remembered feeling glimpses of it when he allowed himself to be majin possessed; a blazing, searing heat that burned him from the inside and made the blood pump loudly in the veins underneath his skin.

It was an exhilarating feeling and Vegeta had felt the most alive he would ever feel then; facing off against his long time rival like a true saiyan warrior, selfish and uncaring about the damage being dealt to the environment and themselves.

But circumstances, family ties, and marriage vows had dulled the sparkle of their saiyan glory and took away what made them who they were, reducing the two warriors to relics on a planet full of ungrateful life-forms.

“Grandpa,” followed by a shout of, “Vegeta,” suddenly interrupted the royal’s brooding thoughts and he looked up in time to see Goku’s granddaughter waving them both over to where the rest of their families were gathered.

“Coming, Pan,” his comrade in arms hollered back, a genuine smile briefly lighting his handsome features.

Now turning toward the saiyan prince before strolling away, Goku motioned at the severe man who stood nearby in thought, “Come on, Vegeta. Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Hmph.”

And that is what they did; ate until their bellies were full and the afternoon stretched on for what seemed like an eternity.

Now both families gathered around a small pond listening to music blaring out of an oblong speaker and relaying childhood memories and stories about their past.

Vegeta had moved away from the main group and was sitting on the ground next to Goku listening to remnants of conversation floating to his ears and smiling despite feeling bored and disinterested with the humdrum of it all.

He was longing for something exciting to do, a good spar with his fellow saiyan, but the blue haired spouse of his had made the prince adamantly promise to not abandon his family and go off alone somewhere to fight Goku.

Looking to his partner on the ground, Vegeta could read a similar notion stirring in the younger saiyan’s thoughts but the man had yet to propose any offer of a fight.

To Goku, who was also bored, this was an opportunity to slink away unnoticed and corner his fellow saiyan into a light spar without his wife noticing his absence.

It seemed clear though that Chi-Chi and Bulma had been on a similar wavelength today since both men had been instructed against doing that very thing by them.

Luckily Goku was not one to be easily restrained and he was about to open his mouth and signal for Vegeta and him to make a getaway, when a familiar song began to boom out of the speaker sitting just to his right.

~*Estamos en vivo
Sube sube sube el mic mic*~

“Hey Vegeta”, announced an excited Goku reaching out and turning up the knob for the volume, “this is one of my favorite songs out now.”

“Oh?” the older male replied, cocking his head at the strange and unfamiliar language and the thumping bass of its beat. Vegeta would have never guessed the other saiyan listened to such music.

“Yeah, I even learned the dance that goes along with it,” Goku continued, a little too uppity for the prince’s comfort.

~*Que vamo', que vamo'*~

Vegeta colored at the word dance. Last time the taller saiyan had done anything resembling a dance it evolved teaching their then 8 year old sons that humiliating fusion pose.

~*Que vamos para*~

“So, do you want to see it?” the troubled look on Vegeta’s face not dissuading the earth saiyan in the least.

~*La jodedera full baby*~

Vegeta sighed; it seemed the man was absolutely determined to make a fool out of himself in front of his prince and both their families. So who was he to stop the inevitable train wreck?

“Go ahead, idiot. Let’s see this dance of yours,” he smirked, secretly growing a bit curious along with his apprehension.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

“Ok, here goes Vegeta.”

Rising from the cool earth and presenting his orange clad back to the prince, Goku began to pop his hips back and forth causing his tailed backside to bounce animatedly up and down with each jerking motion they made.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Cómo es, dame una vueltita otra vez*~

“Kakarot, what in the seven hells?”

Vegeta leaped onto his feet, expressive eyes glaring in absolute shock at what the other man was currently doing with his toned ass.

Up and down, side to side. Goku was moving it like he’d never seen anyone else do before and with little surprise Vegeta realized he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bouncing derrière of his former rival.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

Glancing to his left, an audible groan rose up among their families and Vegeta heard Goten cry out with embarrassed laughter, “Oh no, look Dad’s twerking again.”

“Twerking?” Is that what those spastic motions were really called? The name made sense he supposed, though Vegeta had never pictured the innocent earth saiyan capable of doing anything so suggestive.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Tu la vez, como hace lo suyo, tu la vez*~

As the music played on, Goku now lifted his right leg and pistoned the bent knee in and out to the rhythm before repeating with the left one. Right, left, right left, his pert backside continuing its erratic movements.

Vegeta growled low underneath his breath and was about to open his mouth to speak but closed it, not exactly sure if he wanted the other man to stop or continue.

~*La zona destroza, que esto es otra cosa
Esto es pa’ todas las bebas que se ponen rabiosa*~

Reaching up over his head and locking both hands together, Goku lifted his heels to gain momentum before giving his body a full shake, getting his bouncing rump to bop along freely to the bass of the music.

~*Es tan peligrosa con las curvas nitrosas
Se cae la casa cuando ella rompe la losa*~

Vegeta’s jaw dropped, hanging open like a panting wolf in the middle of a dry desert.

Sweat now trickled down in rivulets from his face and neck to the soak the back of his sleeveless tank and Vegeta was beginning to feel the fur on his coiled tail bristle and fluff out like a porcupine’s quills.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto (terremoto)*~

By Kami he was on fire. What the other man was doing was so raunchy and lewd that it caused a surging heat to consume his entire body from the tips of his toes to his red stained temple.

Vegeta couldn’t look away, couldn’t tear his gaze off the tempting male shaking his body with the power of an earthquake.

The saiyan prince was in trouble, in deep over his head, and he knew it.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto, ¡dale duro!*~

Goku continued his dance unaware of the affect it was having on the older saiyan standing behind him.

While he knew the dance was a bit crude, he was naïve enough to assume it would not cause any major reaction from the guarded prince other than mild shock or annoyance.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto (terremoto)*~

But perhaps Goku had been wrong. He had heard a strangled growl emit from Vegeta’s throat earlier and its tone spoke of something savage and deeply primal, causing the fur on Goku’s tail to bristle and a tingle to ride up his spine.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto, ¡dale duro!*~

Curiosity getting the better of him now, Goku turned around to catch a glimpse of Vegeta’s dilated obsidian eyes focused intently on him, unblinking and unmoving in their study of his erotic movements.

~*Te pone bien loca cuando a ti te toca
Toda la sanduga en ese bompe te choca choca*~

At what he saw being reflected in the depths of the smoldering orbs, Goku let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

There seemed to be a hint of something the younger saiyan didn’t normally observe so openly in Vegeta’s gaze. It was an intense look; similar to the one he had seen when they fought each other for supremacy in the past.

~*Tú no bailas como yo, tú no bailas como yo
Mucho piquete, mucho flow flow nos matamos*~

It was the same one in fact, that majin Vegeta had flashed at him briefly before they both transformed to SS2 and began to frantically trade blows.

At the time he had chalked it up to simple battlelust but now seeing the same hungry, devouring look from the man gave him slight pause.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

Goku’s skin was beginning to burn hotly and the tingling he had felt earlier spreading over his entire frame.

This was not the reaction to Vegeta’s gaze Goku had expected to have and his body’s response somewhat surprised him making him suddenly freeze and cease all of his movements.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Como é dame una vueltita otra vez*~

With the music still blaring from the speaker, a staring contest now ensued for what felt like an eternity between the two saiyan warriors.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

The music and the voices of their family members were in the background nearly forgotten at the moment.

It felt like their whole world got swallowed up into a hyperbolic time chamber and in that singular instant only Goku and Vegeta existed in the gaping void.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Tú la ves, como hace lo suyo, tú la ves*~

“Kakarotto.”

The name was spoken with a strained inflection, giving Goku a surprising insight into just how deeply the other man was affected by his dancing, breaking the silence that had commanded their attention for that one awkward moment.

“Why did you stop?” the silky baritone of Vegeta questioned low and soft and meant only for Goku’s ears.

Goku groaned, shuttering his clouded eyes for a few seconds in response. The lowered timbre was sending glorious shivers up and down his spine and causing heat to pool unexpectedly in the pit of his stomach and groin.

“Continue,” the entranced Vegeta quietly commanded, still staring right at him among the din, “The song has not finished yet.”

A creeping blush now worked its way across Goku’s cheeks as the imprint of Vegeta’s intense eyes burned a hole right through him.

How could he refuse the prince anything when he spoke like that?

Kami…What have I gotten myself into?

But Goku found it was far too late now. The wheels were already in motion and neither saiyan could stop the head on collision this would inevitable lead to.

Now taking a moment to compose himself and draw deep breaths into his heaving chest, Goku threw any rational thought he still had right out the window and picked up dancing from where he had left off.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

The same battlelust that was shining in Vegeta’s dark eyes was slowly coursing through him like a drug and affecting his mood and thoughts curiously.

If Vegeta truly wanted a show, Goku was sure as hell going to give him one.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Como é dame una vueltita otra vez*~

With that in his foremost thoughts and despite the embarrassed look coming directly from his wife, Goku upped the risqué factor of the dance, suddenly putting his hands on the floor and crouching on all fours like a spring hare.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

Knees bent and the back of his heels slightly raised Goku gave it his all, shaking his tailed backside with all the force he could muster, feeling the lobes bounce enthusiastically up and down as he inched forward first with his right arm and leg then followed by the left.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Tú la ves, tiene una sandunga en esos pies*~

All around him collective groans and amused giggles were clearly heard among his family and guests, but he could care less. Goku’s single-minded mission was now fixed on only one man and he was determined to bring the saiyan prince to his knees.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto (terremoto)*~

Vegeta’s face was a virtual pinwheel of color at what the once innocent minded saiyan was currently doing on the floor.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto, ¡dale duro!*~

By all the kais…and the man shook his rump like a bitch in heat, occasionally sneaking glances at Vegeta to gauge his reaction to the erotic spectacle going on so wantonly in front of their families.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto (terremoto)*~

Yet Vegeta was powerless to put a stop to it, especially when Goku’s swishing tail began to release pheromones into the air; a musky, sweaty smell that was driving Vegeta absolutely insane with lust and need.

~*Terremoto (terremoto)
Terremoto, ¡fuimos!*~

Upon scenting a strong enough sample of that aroma, Vegeta felt heat pooling between his thighs and the beginnings of a raging hardness making itself visible through the tight material of his jeans.

~*Que mueva to' lo que tiene
Que mueva to' lo que tiene*~

But it was not over just yet. Slowly rising to his feet and bending at the waist, supple rear end sticking out and tail hoisted in the air, Goku began wiggling his ass back and forth making sure to peer behind him to catch Vegeta’s reaction.

~*Que mueva to' lo que tiene
Vamo' a ver cómo lo sostiene*~

Clenching his hands into fists at the sight of his rival in that submissive pose, Vegeta felt his famous control starting to slip rapidly.

~*Que mueva to' lo que tiene
Que mueva to' lo que tiene*~

The prince didn’t know how long he would be able to go before giving in to his urges to pounce and fuck the other man senseless into the ground.

~*Que mueva to' lo que tiene
Vamo' a ver cómo lo sostiene con el*~

Vegeta cared not if his and the other saiyan’s families were there. His now single focus, his only coherent thought, was satisfying the burning need that invaded his every pore, consuming him like a raging inferno from the inside out.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

Vegeta’s eyes once again fixed onto his rival’s and the saiyan warriors commenced a fierce battle of wills, seeing which one of the two would blink and make his move first.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Cómo es, dame una vueltita otra vez*~

But as soon as it began, the unwelcome voice of Bulma interrupted Goku and Vegeta’s heated telepathic stare down, breaking them both from the lusty spell that had clouded their senses completely in the last few minutes.

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky*~

“My, my Son Goku, I didn’t know you could shake your junk in the trunk like that,” Bulma winked, leering at Goku with lust in her eyes before turning towards the man’s less than enthused wife and giggling, “I’m quite jealous, Chi-Chi. You’re a very lucky woman.”

~*Shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky, shaky
Tú la ves, como ella te vira al revés*~

To Vegeta it felt like someone had doused him with a bucket of ice cold water in the middle of a hot and heavy rut, but quickly recovering he now barked out in deep frustration.

“His what?”

Vegeta scrunching his brows at the unfamiliar earth jargon glared between his wife and rival with some heat, surprisingly jealous over the fawning the other saiyan was lapping up too eagerly from her.

“You know,” the now recovered Goku purred in answer, vocalizing a brazen little laugh in Vegeta’s direction before beginning to wiggle his backside from side to side, “my junk in the trunk.”

“Ugh,” Vegeta grunted, blinking in extreme irritation at the idiot who had ignited the all consuming heat currently racing throughout his body and stimulated every nerve ending he possessed.

If Vegeta didn’t know better, the man was seriously pushing his buttons on purpose now and it was really starting to piss him off.

“I can’t believe you never heard that saying before, Vegeta,” his rival insisted precariously, “or knew what twerking was. It’s all the rage now with teenagers.”

“Of course I wouldn’t know what the idiotic earth expression meant or what your vulgar dance was called,” Vegeta angrily snapped, his ample and unsatisfied arousal now painful as he fixed the third class with a look that was full of fire.

Goku, looking at the intense heat filled expression in Vegeta’s eyes, found he had a sudden and instinctual urge to tease the other male unmercifully and goad him into an all out war.

“You wanna try it, Vegeta?” he asked, knowing the other man’s response even before he uttered the question, “I can teach you if you like.”

“Try it?” Vegeta spit out, still frustratingly aroused by the erotic movements the other male had made him endure for the last few minutes.

“What is going on in that head of yours, clown? Are you insane? The prince of all saiyans does not shake his ass like a horny slut on display.”

“Oh, come on, why not?” Goku’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint as he chuckled at the sputtering man in great amusement.

“Is it because you can’t do it?” and recalling the phrasing of the prince’s reply, now dropped his voice low so only the other could hear him, “Or because you don’t want anyone to see you do it?”

“Kakarotto,” Vegeta growled in warning, the tone of his voice deeply guttural, inhuman even to his own ears.

“Hm, what’s wrong, Geta?” Goku teased boldly, highly aware of how on edge the other man was becoming but unable to resist tempting his fate against the ill tempered prince.

“Geta?”

The royal bared his sharp fangs with a snarl before giving his rival a dark, predatory look, black eyes now taking on a savage glimmer.

How dare he tease me, Vegeta inwardly simmered, the Prince of his people, like I was some boorish client in a brothel…

“Is it something I said?” Goku asked, waggling his brow and smiling impishly at the prince, provoking the flustered man far too dangerously now.

Vegeta, regarding the infuriating male standing a mere arm’s length away grinning at him like a loon, shot Goku a menacing glare, one which held the promise of impending battle – though perhaps not quite the battle the younger saiyan expected.

“Fukari koktu-taiza, (Fucking cock-tease)” Vegeta breathed out in a harsh voice, the saiyan words vibrating deeply in his throat as he reached out and snatched a fistful of Goku’s clothing and began to drag the tempting male away from the others.

I’ll make you bow before me one way or another, the royal inwardly promised, his lips curving into a devious smirk that made his victim look keenly at him and shiver with anticipation.

“Vegeta, where are you -,” the younger saiyan began to question when the prince had grabbed onto him, but a deep growl of warning and tightening of the hand gripping his shirt silenced Goku completely.

If Goku had truly wanted to get a rise out of the older saiyan, it sure as hell was working; the elder’s reaction to his teasing was on a whole other dimension.

“Uh oh,” Goku now looked back to see Gohan mutter to the others as he watched his father being dragged away by the shorter man like a rag doll.

It appeared Vegeta was going to pull him away from their families to extract his twisted form of revenge and Goku didn’t miss the worried look in all of their eyes, silently berating himself for pushing the prince so far.

“Wait, Vegeta,” he began nervously, hoping to get through to him somehow, “Can’t we talk about this first?”

The look on Vegeta’s face belonged more on a feral beast than a man and spoke of the savage bloodlust that hid just beneath the surface of the unreadable mask he usually wore.

“No.”

The reply was more akin to an animal’s growl and caused the younger saiyan to struggle in response, planting his feet insistently in the ground and pulling back hard on Vegeta’s grip.

Alarm bells had started to ring in Goku’s mind at the harsh tugging of his shirt and if he didn’t put a stop to this now someone was bound to end up needing a few senzu to heal the damage later.

“Come quietly, teasing bastard,” Vegeta now looking up, growled harshly at the faltering Goku, making the younger man stare into the royal’s face and gulp down in slight fear.

Vegeta would broker no further arguments from Goku and the recent actions of his third class tease of a rival would not go unpunished for very long.

Now fiercely regarding the man that he was hauling away, Vegeta allowed his thoughts to turn ominous. Fantasies of himself and Goku buried deep now reemerged unbidden and gained purchase within Vegeta’s conscious mind and psyche.

Dark images of what the prince had secretly wanted to do with the unsuspecting earth saiyan ever since Goku began his dance played out like a perverse movie in Vegeta’s thoughts – images so lascivious and lewd that it would probably make even the horny old turtle hermit blush.

~Although what he had planned for his wily prey went far beyond that pervert’s imagination,~ Vegeta thought darkly before flashing Goku a savage look and continuing to pull him away by his gi.



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