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Heyyy 👋 It's that freaky time of the year again! 

I'm back with more smutty one shots after not posting since the last chapter of Love Hangover was posted! Unfortunately, I won't be participating in Kinktober next year since I want to start putting out more one shots and fill up that bottom ku tag as much as possible! I'll probably post another kinky one shot for the freaky freaks like me next October since missing out on this glorious month would be an abomination for me, but definitely not for every day since it is very time consuming haha. But thank you all so much for all of the support on my previous kinktober collections. It means so much to me 🥹

I'm posting the prompts a bit earlier this year because I made a few changes since I posted them on X 🫶

As always, these one shots revolve around whiny bottom Goku, and vary between 1000-2000 words! All established relationship unless specified otherwise! Feel free to skip a day you dislike! But remember, no kink shaming here! Kink shaming is for losers 🙂‍↔️

Kinktober 2025 Prompt List:

DAY 1: Praise Kink

DAY 2: Blindfold 

DAY 3: Shrinking/Tiny 

DAY 4: Intercrural 

DAY 5: Dacryphilia/Overstimulation 

DAY 6: Butt Plugs

DAY 7: Somnophilia/Self-Lubrication 

DAY 8: Spanking/Paddles 

DAY 9: Finger Sucking/Under a Table

DAY 10: Dirty Talk

DAY 11: Ass Worship/Rimming/Face-Sitting 

DAY 12: Hermaphrodite/Thigh Riding  

DAY 13: Lingerie 

DAY 14: Masturbation 

DAY 15: Role Play 

DAY 16: Frotting/Shower 

DAY 17: Deep-throating/Cock Worship 

DAY 18: Belly Bulge 

DAY 19: Public Sex 

DAY 20: Outdoors/Biting and Marking/Rough Sex 

DAY 21: Scents/Tails 

DAY 22: Stripper/Lap Dance 

DAY 23: Tit-fucking/Nipple Play

DAY 24: Restraints/Edging/Begging 

DAY 25: Sex Tape 

DAY 26: Drunk Sex 

DAY 27: Aphrodisiac/Teasing/Self-lubrication 

DAY 28: Remote Control 

DAY 29: Porn Star/Accidental Orgasm 

DAY 30: Threesome/Self-cest 

DAY 31: Eproctophilia/Humiliation 

Which day are you excited for the most? 👀 

Come back October 1st for day 1! 💙🧡

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Never in two decades did either saiyan see this day coming. Frieza returning for yet another time was more believable than Vegeta standing at the alter, watching Goku walk down with Gohan, holding his arm to guide him down the aisle. At first, those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and adorable smile made the prince sick. The mere sense of Goku’s ki would send Vegeta into an unstoppable rage. But now, his heart is fluttering. Mouth is losing its moisture. Fingers are becoming clammy with every step Goku edges closer. He loathes that everyone is watching him stare so lovingly at Goku of all people, but that hatred washes away once Goku is standing across from him, opening his mouth to speak. 

After Goku sweetly said his vows, Vegeta was far too sheepish to say anything other than what Piccolo instructed from his book. So, he glances at the crowd of his old foes that are now people he can somewhat tolerate, before sighing and ragging Goku into a kiss. He can hear his lover’s racing heart and his adorable titters are shamefully making Vegeta swoon even more for this idiot. The audience is no longer to be noticed. All the prince acknowledges is Goku. His soft lips that are screaming at Vegeta to bite down on. But Goku is pulling away before Vegeta can have his way. So, he flashes his lover that look: up and down with his eyes, examining him like prey to silently inform that Goku will in fact lose his ability to walk after the ceremony is over. 

And Vegeta keeps his promise, alright. 

The second the party disperses back to their rooms, Vegeta is ragging his giggling lover straight to the elevator and aggressively hitting the button to their suite. When the doors close, Vegeta’s shutting Goku up with his hungry mouth. 

“Vegeta, I can’t believe-” 

Goku’s slamming against the wall, wrists pinned beside his head by Vegeta’s forceful hands as his lips are left to struggle to adjust to his prince’s feral rhythm. His body falls slack as he softly moans. 

Vegeta only pulls away once the doors slide open, alerting him to resume ragging Goku down the hallway and fishing his room key out of his blazer pocket. “Fuck sake.” He hisses to himself as his clammy hands and desperation to rail his lover to oblivion has him struggling to correctly insert the key into the lock.

Goku laughs, “Ya need some help, Vegeta?” 

Vegeta flashes a frown before successfully opening the door. “Just get inside, idiot.” He mutters, kicking off his shoes. 

Goku just shrugs, still grinning madly as ever, as he steps inside and closes the door behind them. “I can’t believe yer my husband, Vegeta.” He happily sighs, approaching his prince to wrap his arms around that tiny waist. 

“Tch.” Vegeta scoffs, hardly irked, and shrugs himself out of his lover’s grasp. He turns around, ready to say something, but his arousal is ten steps ahead. He opts for ragging his lover into a steamy, passionate kiss instead. He swallows everything those plump, pouty lips have to offer, disregarding Goku’s stumbling as he frantically guides his lover to the master bedroom. 

Goku’s thrown onto the bed, giggling, as he bounces at the impact before moaning at the reconnect of Vegeta’s vigorous lips. 

The rest is a blur. Clothes are stripped. Vegeta’s mouth and tongue are exploring every inch of Goku’s writhing body, making his breath stutter. He lays there and takes it all like the good boy he is. Whimpering and moaning while that glorious mouth worships each part of his body as it travels down to where Goku needs it most. He doesn’t get a second to collect himself before he’s flipped over and Vegeta’s lubricated fingers are slipping inside of his gaping hole with ease. His velvet walls hug those thick digits tightly as they thrust and tease his prostate enough for Goku to whine, “Vegeta, please,” as usual. 

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Vegeta purrs. 

Goku’s eyes roll back at the alluring sound of Vegeta’s sexy voice speaking his favourite name of praise. He moans, “Oh, yes, I’m yer good boy, mmm.” 

Normally Vegeta would’ve forced his lover to beg until he’s crying for it, but with his own pent up frustration and his slight guilt for barely saying a word about Goku at their ceremony, the prince is giving in. “Lay on your back.” He grunts, slipping out his fingers. 

Goku gapes, utterly desperate and empty, and complies. He’s quick to roll over and hug his knees, flashing a pout and his best puppy dog eyes as he watches his prince lather his cock with lubricant. “Ya never usually give in that easily.” He teases with a breathless titter. 

Vegeta’s lips curl into a smirk as he looms over Goku and positions the tip of his cock against his lover’s puckering asshole. “Maybe it’s because you’re now officially mine.” 

Heart fluttering, Goku parts his lips to confess his love for the umpteenth time of today until he feels every inch of Vegeta’s cock breaching him. His mouth hangs agape, fingers dig into his thighs, and head rolls back as he moans — long and drawn out while maintaining his adoring gaze on his beautiful prince. 

“Good boy,” Vegeta praises, watching Goku’s head fall slack against the silk pillows. The tight warmth has him shivering at every inch being consumed, eliciting a low breathy moan of his own. “You always take my dick so well.”

“I love you, Vegeta.” Goku whimpers. His fingertips begin to turn white as his prince is fully bottomed out. 

Vegeta swallows as he cups Goku’s pink cheeks. “I love you, too.” He sheepishly reciprocates before beginning to thrust — he starts off slow at first. Deep, shallow thrusts that have just enough force to strike his lover’s prostate as he breathily rambles, “I love how you always follow my orders. I love how good-” He thrust harshly to emphasise, “You fit with me, Kakarot.” 

Moaning, Goku wraps his arms around Vegeta’s neck and legs around his waist. He’s unable to speak a single syllable as the prince’s hips increase the pace and strength. All poor Goku can do is look into his husband’s eyes and soak in all of the praise. He didn’t expect Vegeta to say anything at their ceremony — especially in front of a crowd — but he was worried that Vegeta may still attempt to stone wall his positive feelings for the sake of his pride. However, with those blissful words rolling off his tongue so smoothly and that cock filling Goku up so fucking good, he understands that this is Vegeta’s way of showing love. And although Goku wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s still sweet to hear Vegeta profess his love aloud. Saying things like—

“You’re such a sight. I wish I saw your beauty sooner.” 

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Goku?” 

“Fuck, hearing you whimper and feeling you squeeze my dick is driving me crazy.” 

Arching his back, Goku cries out in drunken moans, “I love you, Vegeta! OH! Fuckin’ keep goin’ -- Yes!” He scrambles to cling onto something, only managing to hang onto the thick muscles of Vegeta’s back. The overstimulation has him scratching and digging welts into his lover’s skin as his conscious succumbs to the pleasure. The euphoria of not only Vegeta’s cock throbbing within him, but the flood of emotions coursing through him, waking up his adrenaline. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” Goku moans in a sequence. He can’t stop himself from rambling. That dick won’t allow him. 

Vegeta’s soaking it all in. He adores his power over his lover. He’s always dreamed of defeating Goku. He believed it would be in a raw, primal, saiyan-like spar. But in the end, his step ahead lies within the bedroom, reducing Goku to a whimpering mess of a warrior with his words alone. Though Vegeta is still slightly insecure about their obvious gap in strength, he wouldn’t trade the power he has in the bedroom for it to close. There isn’t a single thing he’d rather have than the luxury he’s now blessed with. Nothing usurps the pure bliss of making Goku moan and rip the skin off his prince’s back as his oversensitive body struggles with the stimulation of his prostate. “You’re mine, Goku.” He grunts, fully aware of his words. His pride can be dealt with later. For now, Vegeta is enjoying his husband and making damn sure Goku is aware of the prince’s repressed feelings. 

Goku has forever read straight through his prince. “I’m yours.” He whimpers, submitting to Vegeta — though this has always been part of their intimate routine, he feels Vegeta’s claim on him is now complete with those golden rings that they slid onto each others’ fingers. “I belong to you.” He gasps, orgasm growing dangerously near. 

“I can feel you going crazy around my dick.” Vegeta growls as he leans his mouth towards Goku’s flushed ear. “Are you going to be a good boy and come on my cock?” 

Whining, Goku’s asshole clenches at those erotic words as he shivers at the sensation of Vegeta’s hot breath blowing against his ear. “Yes, yes,” He moans as his eyes screw close, signalling that the wave of euphoria is ready to crash over. 

“Come for me, baby. I love watching your face contort.” 

“Vegeta.” Is Goku’s final whimper before his moans begin to crescendo, legs squeeze Vegeta’s waist to the point of snapping his ribs one by one, and toes tightly curl. His vision becomes white as his balls tighten and warm, pearly semen spurts from the tip of his throbbing cock, splattering across his chest and belly.

“Good boy.” Vegeta praises as he relishes the show before him. 

In sickness and in health, Vegeta will now have the privilege of witnessing his husband respond so beautifully to his orgasm for an eternity. 

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Vegeta’s patience has truly run dry today. His thrill for this spar fizzled away the moment he realised that Goku’s punches had more power behind them than usual. He couldn’t believe it. After just closing the gap between their strength, it widens once more, this time further than before. What the hell is Whis even doing with him? Vegeta was grateful being under the tutelage of Lord Beerus, but clearly training with that flamboyant angel pays off more. Goku shouldn’t be hitting his prince this hard. He shouldn’t have the ability to knock Vegeta back or catch him off guard more than five times in a row. And Vegeta should not be struggling to keep up during simple combat. 

After enduring another punch to the chin, Vegeta’s pride was left in enough agonising pain that he opts to unleash his prowess with tactics. He takes advantage of his lover’s trust and surprises Goku by slipping behind him and forming a thick band of ki to wrap around his eyes. 

“Vegeta! We’re jus’ supposed to be usin’ our fists!” Goku whines, reaching to pull the makeshift blindfold off his eyes, but it was futile. The thrumming ribbon of golden ki tightens, destroying any elasticity so Goku couldn’t even have a peek of vision. He pouts. “You’re such a cheater, Vegeta.” 

Vegeta chuckles, unable to stifle his smug. “What’s wrong, Kakarot? Can’t handle a little challenge?” 

“I can.” Goku defends. “But Whis said we gotta use just our fists an’ that for now so we can see our base strength.” 

“Oh, did he?” Vegeta sarcastically sighs. “Well, I figured since you seem to have improved your current strength before transformation, you seem have to neglected everything else in battle.” 

Goku tilts his head. “Whaddya mean?” 

Vegeta snorts. “You’re always so dense, Kakarot. You do realise that fighting is more than just strength, right?” 

“Well, yeah, but Whis said-”

“Ssh.” Vegeta interrupts by sliding a finger down Goku’s plump lips, making his lover’s breath hitch. “I’m teaching you a very valuable lesson here, Kakarot. Just because you’re my partner doesn’t mean that I’m going to go easy on you during a fight. You need to learn to overcome this great weakness of yours which is trusting your opponent too easily.” 

“Yes, Vegeta.” Goku swallows. 

Vegeta recoginises that submissive tone immediately. “And it’s not that kind of lesson, slut.” 

Goku shivers as he nods. “Sorry.” 

“Good boy.” Vegeta praises before continuing, “Now, are you going to attempt to beat me or not?” 

Goku’s cheeky grin returns as he positions himself in his battle stance. “I wouldn’t say attempt when I am gonna beat ya, Vegeta.” 

“Tch. You cocky bastard.” Vegeta teases as he positions himself suite. 

He starts off easy: leaking his ki signature so Goku can know when and where to block, what limb is firing at him, and when Vegeta’s sneaking up behind him. Vegeta was only slightly impressed by Goku’s ability to scrap with him while blind since this part is child’s play. Only when Goku starts spewing giddy nonsense about his success does Vegeta engage in the second half of his plan. 

Goku’s mid lunge when Vegeta’s ki disappears from his senses. He halts immediately, fearing that he’ll dart head first into a cliff, and focuses. Scanning his surroundings to find any trace of his prince. All he can sense are the small particles of life radiating from plants, wildlife, and civilisation 500 miles away. So, with ki scrapped, Goku’s left to use his nose. But the second he finally sets on that idea, a harsh strike lands on his cheek which causes his head to snap to the side as spit flings from his lips. “Hey-” He’s cut off by his own choked cough as Vegeta pummels into his chest without mercy. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t tryin’ to do sexy stuff, after all… Frustrated, Goku tries to grab Vegeta by the wrist, but that only gives Vegeta the chance to snatch them and fling Goku across the field. Skidding across the grass, Goku winces at the friction burn until he reaches a stop. He doesn’t need to see to know that his gi has been atrociously scraped away from that. 

But he doesn’t give up. Despite wanting to throw the towel in and ask Vegeta to unmask his energy, Goku can’t back down from the challenge. Shakily, Goku grunts as he pushes himself up and quickly returns to his stance, using his head to look around despite having no vision. It’s silent. Eerily quiet. Only the faint breeze here and then. His beating heart booms in his ears and his pants make him lose focus. But he stays still. Stays alert. Ready for what is to come. 

And it arrives. 

Sneakily so when a warm body presses flush against his back, and a hot mouth breathes against his ear. Goku isn’t given enough time to shiver at the ticklish sensation because Vegeta’s speaking for him.

“Ready to give up?” Vegeta purrs, low and sultry. 

Goku tries to respond confidently, but Vegeta decides to be an asshole by tracing the inside of Goku’s ear with his tongue, resulting in him sheepishly whimpering, “No.” 

“Then try harder.” 

“Wait, Vegeta!” Goku tries once more to grab the prince, but he’s left empty handed as he swats the air. What makes things worse is that his cock is starting to awaken at the commotion. No, not right now, I gotta focus! He shakes his head before calming his nerves and relying on instinct. It feels like a spar with Whis — though, he could at least see the untouchable angel. Vegeta’s right there, but no matter what, Goku’s butterfingers cannot land a single hit. Hell, he doesn’t even know where Vegeta’s coming from! It’s irritating. He knows he can do this. He just needs to rely on the prince’s kinetic energy which is a simple concept, however, every second he’s in this vulnerable state, knowing that Vegeta can literally do anything has Goku’s brain clouding with perverted thoughts. He’s aware that his lover will do what it takes to win, and that only fuels Goku’s arousal. 

But, of course, the unexpected happens just when Goku’s sexual thoughts get to the good part. 

Goku’s stricken on the face again. And again. Then his prince goes through an action playlist of tripping Goku up, flinging him over his shoulder, slapping his face, and slamming him to the ground until Goku’s brain is conditioned enough to predict the ruthless cycle. He manages to dodge the punch to his face and gears up to avoid the incoming kick, but when he jumps back, an arm wraps around his waist and a hand skilfully unties his sash. “Vegeta!” Goku huffs, wiggling in his lover’s grasp — though he refrains from using all of his strength due to his cock now thinking for him. He tries to grab Vegeta again, but surprise, surprise! Nothing but fucking air combs through his pinching fingers instead of his prince’s small waist. He feels the cool wind blow against his exposed lower half as his gi bottoms fall to his ankles, limiting his leg movement. “Not fair, Vegeta! How am I supposed to fight ya without trippin’ over my gi?!” He whines in defence as if that was more of a problem compared to his hardening cock currently on display for his prince today. 

Receiving no verbal response, Goku pouts as he reluctantly returns to his battle stance for the umpteenth time. He prepares to expect the unexpected, but when he does, Vegeta’s returning to his original choreography of punches and kicks, rendering Goku on his stomach in an impressive crater, bruised and battered. Yet his erection remains strong as it replenishes the dry soil with his pre. Groaning, Goku pushes himself up, but when he reaches all fours, a rough hand grips onto his hip and holds him into place. “Vegeta?” Goku asks, sounding dazed. His unspoken question is answered by something cold smearing over his asshole, making him whimper. “Vegeta, please, I can’t take these games anymore.” 

Vegeta seems to grant Goku mercy by pressing two fingers inside the pliant muscle, eliciting a soft moan from Goku as his torso flops onto the ground. At first, Goku could only see black with the makeshift blindfold, but when those fingers thrust and curl against his prostate, he starts to see white. “Vegeta!” He moans hoarsely as he digs his blunt fingernails into the dirt. He relishes the gratifying pleasure, focusing on every part of his body reacting to the electric surges of euphoria, as his vocal cords moan and whimper everything he desires to say. 

However, before Goku could chant out his erotic wishes, Vegeta’s ripping his fingers out mercilessly. And on cue, Goku’s sitting up and reaching out for his prince, only to be left holding his hands out for no one. 

That was Goku’s last. Fucking. Straw. 

“Vegeta, stop bein’ a dick!” Goku curses, disregarding whether or not his head is facing the right way. His cock is painfully erect, throbbing so agonisingly that it’s threatening to explode from vexation. Breathing heavily, Goku returns to his feet, minding his obstructing gi bottoms, and scans the area, standing proudly with his boner. “I’m gonna get ya, Veg-” And… he’s cut off once again. Goku’s thrown back onto his stomach, winded by the impact, before Vegeta’s hot body lays on top and moulds with his own. Though, Goku can’t feel Vegeta’s hard armour uncomfortably pressing against his spine. All he feels is Vegeta’s sweltering, lubricated erection sliding between his crack with ease. “Vegeta.” Goku whimpers once more. 

This time, he receives a response. “You have a lot to work on, Kakarot.”

“Vegeta, please.” Goku begs, ready to throw in the towel. He prepares himself for another scolding or possible tease. Instead, his prince speaks to him by rubbing the tip of his cock against Goku’s asshole. Flopping his head to the side, Goku whines, “I need ya, Vegeta. Please,” before gasping at the girth of his prince breaching him. His eyes roll back at the bliss. “Yes.” He moans.

When Vegeta’s fully bottomed out, his lips curl into a smirk as he purrs, “And this is how I defeat you, Kakarot.” 

Whimpering, Goku lowers his head as he admits his defeat. “Ya got me, Vegeta.” 

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Huffing with a pout, Goku finally manages to reach the top of his bed after spending almost an hour climbing up the mountain that is the frame. Silky sheets were a terrible idea with how slippy they are. But as much as he wants to grumble, he put himself in this situation with his own idiocy – and his lack of brain clearly shows when he realises that he could’ve flown up onto the bed instead of climbing. He sulks, crossing his legs and his arms, protruding his bottom lip akin to a paddying toddler. 

Vegeta is gonna be real’ pissed at me. 

It’s not like he can fix this matter. Goku would struggle to gather the dragon balls with his miniature size and he would have to confront Bulma. Confess he used that silly old watch even after she told him to throw it away due to it rusting in her drawers. Yet he still thought, ‘Yeah, this would be a great idea!’ and played with it anyways. Combine Bulma’s wrath with Vegeta’s once he gets back and Goku is utterly fucked – but not in the way he would prefer… ‘Geta said we was gonna have some fun tonight and now I ruined it! That’s the most frustrating part of the situation. Goku has been pent up all week with how hectic their training schedules have been since Whis and Beerus are both tutoring them separately. And Vegeta's head is so far up his own ass that he’s prioritised training with Beerus over intimacy with Goku, leaving Goku to satisfy himself. Though getting pounded into an oblivion is far better than flying solo. 

Whining, Goku collapses onto his back and spreads his little limbs out akin to a starfish. The raspberry he blows makes a cowlick of hair sway as he stares at the frame of the canopy. He’s too busy throwing an internal, sexually frustrated fit that he doesn’t notice the return of his prince. 

Vegeta’s slamming the bedroom door as per usual and stripping his chest-plate away, discarding it on the ottoman. 

Goku’s startled back into reality by the vibration of Vegeta’s armour smacking against the cushions. He sits up and immediately glues his eyes to his prince’s body. It’s strange being the one to look up when Vegeta’s standing upright. However, with how huge the prince is now compared to himself, his heart is beginning to race. He stares lecherously at those massive muscles flexing as they peel out of that tight spandex, revealing the prince’s sculpted body. Drool dribbles from his jaw that’s slack in awe at the size of that cock. Vegeta’s always been bigger than average, there’s no doubt about that, but due to being shrunk, it’s colossal while flaccid. Unfortunately, his perverted view is ruined by Vegeta turning around to sit down – though he does get a cheeky glance at the prince’s toned ass. 

Vegeta grumbles, “Kakarot, get your ass home right now so I can fuck you,” to himself before holding his phone against his ear as it rings. 

Goku gulps. To his luck, his phone is unheard as he remembers he left it at Bulma’s. 

“Fuck sake.” Vegeta scoffs at the cheerful voicemail before throwing his phone onto the bed. 

Goku is quick to dodge the assault before his problems become harder when Vegeta decides to climb onto the bed. He’s scrambling to avoid being crushed, scattering across the bed akin to a dashing hare, until he’s outside the field of Vegeta’s body slam. Goku clutches onto the nearest thing he can grab, screwing his eyes shut, and anticipates his prince’s leg to smack down onto his body. 

“Kakarot, what the actual fuck?” 

Cautiously, Goku opens his right eye, expecting to meet eyes with King Yemma. Instead, he’s greeted by tanned skin. He opens his other eye before slowly looking up to greet his lover’s confused expression. “Hi.” He awkwardly squeaks, heat rushing to his cheeks. 

Vegeta strains an arm to his thigh and pinches the back of Goku’s gi. He picks him up and dangles his partner in front of his face. His heart swells at Goku’s flushed cheeks and adorable pout on his tiny face. “Why are you small?” 

Sulking, Goku explains, “I was helpin’ Bulma clean up her lab and then I found her old shrinky watch. I thought I’d give it a go even though she told me to throw it ‘cause it’s broken. Now I’m stuck like this…” 

Vegeta snorts. “You really are an idiot.” 

Goku wishes he was his normal size so he could smack his lover for insulting him. He resorts to lowering his head and twiddling his thumbs, sweetly apologising, “I’m sorry, ‘Geta. I really wanted to do sex tonight but the dragon balls won’t be ready for a little bit.” 

Vegeta licks his lips to tease, “Who says we still can’t?”

“‘Cause yer penis would be too big to fit.” 

“Kakarot, where’s your imagination?” Vegeta smirks, placing Goku into his palm before he could answer the rhetorical question. He looks down at his now tiny boyfriend, relishing his confused expression as he watches the rusty clogs in Goku’s brain turn to form an idea of what Vegeta’s thinking. 

Goku palms his erection through his gi as he looks up at the prince’s smirk. He feels like Vegeta’s prey. Vulnerable and not to mention bite-sized. But that only fuels his arousal. His body is under his lover’s control. Goku’s lying right in his prince’s palm, ready for what’s in store. “What ya thinkin’ about?”

Vegeta clicks his tongue. “Roll over for me.” 

Goku complies, rolling over onto his stomach. “Like this?” He asks, but instead of a ‘good boy’ he would normally receive in response to following his prince’s orders, he’s responding himself with a gasp as the tip of Vegeta’s tongue is gliding down him, starting from his back, trailing down his spine, pressing into the knots of his back which makes him shiver, until stopping beneath his ass. Goku’s tries to whimper his needs, but Vegeta seems to be one step ahead as his single finger has enough force to tear off Goku’s bottoms. 

Tossing the piece of fabric aside, Vegeta eyes the prize before him: Goku’s ass. Despite his lover being small enough to fit into his palm, his rear is still big and plump enough to make his mouth water. He’s ready to purr a comment until he feels something hard rubbing against his palm. Vegeta’s lips curl into a smirk. “Stop humping my hand, slut. I didn’t say you could get off yet.” 

Whining, Goku reluctantly halts his hips. His cock throbs in anticipation for something. He rolls onto his back and pouts. “Vegeta, please.” 

“Why? Are you desperate for me, Kakarot?” 

Huffing, Goku jumps up onto his feet and points his tiny finger at his prince. “Ya’ve been ignorin’ me all week, so of course I’m desperate! I need ya, Vegeta! I need ya real’ bad!” He pleads. 

“You need me?” 

“Ugh!” Goku exasperatedly sighs as he slams down onto his ass. “Yer always drivin’ me crazy.” He grumbles, folding his arms and crossing his legs. 

Vegeta chuckles. He loves seeing Goku sexually frustrated, but it’s even better when he’s tiny and throwing a fit in his hand. Pulling his hand closer to his face, Vegeta uses two of his fingers to pinch the remains of Goku’s gi and tear it off, dismissing it on the floor before purring, “Then let me make you feel good, Kakarot.”

Goku’s face blossoms pink. Flustered at how close Vegeta’s massive, smug expression is before moaning at Vegeta’s tongue knocking him onto his back as it licks down his torso, tracing down his washboard stomach before reaching his aching cock. “Vegeta.” He whimpers as that sinful limb focuses on his erection, flicking against it with just the tip. It probably wouldn’t feel good if Goku were back to his original size, but due to being shrunk, Vegeta’s colossal tongue is stimulating every nerve on his sensitive, weeping tip. His toes curl as his legs instinctively lift up and knees bend into his shoulders. 

Vegeta wishes he could watch his lover’s expressions. But if he were to even try to take a peek, he’d permanently snap his eyes into an uncomfortable position. So, he listens. Listens to every breathy gasp, whimper, and bitten back moan blessing his ears as he tastes all of his lover’s precum that smears against his palette with every twitch. Fuck is his tiny lover a treat. All of it possesses his tongue to delve further, this time with the flat of it, starting upwards from Goku’s crack, over his asshole that puckers agains his tongue, and over his cock. He repeats this motion, feeling Goku’s twitching body get crazier by the minute. 

Goku’s moans become louder as he bucks up against Vegeta’s tongue. It’s so warm and wet. And the size of it manages to reach all of his sweet spots — it even makes Goku discover erogenous zones he never thought he had. He feels like a delicacy. A vulnerable dish, all for Vegeta to savour. And there isn’t a single thing Goku can do about it. 

He doesn’t want to do anything about it. 

Goku desires to lay here and take it. Take all that Vegeta can give. All of his mercy after being such a tease. “Vegeta.” He moans, fluttering open his eyes to look up at that hot mouth, shivering at Vegeta’s warm breath blowing against his body before arching his back at Vegeta’s tongue focusing on his sensitive rim, tracing and lapping, making Goku gape for it. What he would do for the prince to be inside of him. To take him right here and right now; claim him as his slut. His vessel. His third class whore. His pre-orgasm thoughts summon him to whimper, “I’m yours, Vegeta.”

Vegeta stops for a moment to groan, “That’s right, Kakarot. You’re mine,” before returning his tongue to his lover. Hearing Goku submit to him has the prince sliding a hand down to attend his own cock that’s been screaming for attention. 

“All yours.” Goku moans, struggling to compose himself as his body begins to spasm. His hips chase the rhythm of Vegeta’s tongue, increasing the surging euphoria that has his balls threatening to tighten. His cock twitches pathetically as he struggles to keep his impending orgasm at bay. But already having an overly sensitive body before being tiny, his miniature size only amplifies the pleasure. As the familiar knot begins to pull in his groin like piano wire, Goku can only dig his fingers into Vegeta’s palm and hump against his tongue without any rhythm, just pure instinct, as he erotically cries out, “Vegeta! Vegeta!”

Engrossed in rimming, Vegeta doesn’t register Goku’s body spasming at his orgasm until warmth is splattering against his tongue in tiny jets. He groans, desperate to swallow it, but he ignores the crippling urge and continues to devour his lover until he’s whimpering from the oversensitivity. Then does he give his lover mercy by removing his tongue so he can relish the taste of Goku before pecking his softening cock. 

Goku pants as he closes his eyes. “Vegeta.” He weakly breathes, flopping his limbs down on Vegeta’s palm. 

“Fuck.” Vegeta grunts, squeezing the base of his penis. “I’m not sure if I want to reverse this.” 

Breathlessly giggling, “I dunno if it wears off. But we’ve gotta tell Bulma sooner or later.” 

Vegeta sighs as he gently lays his lover on his inner thigh, ego boosting at the second of shock from Goku at the size of his cock compared to him. “We’ll tell her eventually…” 

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Patience is a virtue Goku will never be able to afford. He can’t sit still for more than five seconds; becomes an impatient toddler when his dinner isn’t ready yet; and worst of all: his lack of patience with Vegeta’s teasing. Having to wait for Vegeta to stop dragging out the foreplay, to deal with his prince whispering dirty words into his ear around their friends, and the groping here and there of his ass and nipples has Goku struggling to keep himself together. Not only hiding his obvious erections, but also his frustration. He has to remain calm to avoid his friends thinking something is amiss. However, Vegeta doesn’t make it easy for Goku, therefore, Goku challenges his prince back despite knowing that his tricks will extend their foreplay later on. 

But today, Goku has had enough. 

After Vegeta slid his palm over Goku’s ass when walking past for the umpteenth time, Goku had to bite down on his cheek to suppress his urge to match his prince’s energy. Already at full mast after Vegeta’s arousing behaviour from today, Goku knows that he’d rather have his orgasm when he wants it instead of having Vegeta make him beg for it — though, Goku cannot deny his thorough enjoyment of that. He carries on through the evening acting his normal self as usual — as if he wasn’t parading around with a painful boner tucked into his sash  — by laughing at unfunny jokes, blanking out Vegeta to piss him off, and concealing every small reaction to Vegeta’s touches. 

Once they returned home, Goku’s patience had truly run dry. He’s impressed that he’s stayed composed for this long. But that composure quickly washes down the drain when Vegeta dresses into his baggy joggers and lays on their bed. Sighing, Goku kicks off his boots and pounces, diving straight onto his lover whose smirk still remains. 

“What’s your deal, Kakarot?” Vegeta asks with faux nonchalance. He knows full well Goku is suffering from crippling sexual frustration from his teasing earlier — as expected. 

Goku isn’t having that cunning smirk tonight. He’s gone all day aching for friction that he’d be damned if he’d go any longer. “Vegeta, I’m sick of yer teasin’ me.” He whines as he lowers his hips down to grind his cock against his lover’s crotch. 

Vegeta licks his lips at how quickly Goku is beginning to unravel already at the slight friction. “Moaning already? I bet you’re hardly getting any stimulation from that.” He mocks. 

Huffing, Goku leans back to untie his sash, let his bottoms fall and erection spring free. “Maybe if ya dint leave me hangin’ all day it wouldn’t do much.” 

Vegeta barks a cruel laugh. “Don’t lie, Kakarot. Anything turns you into a moaning mess.” 

“Yer such an asshole.” Goku pouts, looming back over his prince. 

Shrugging, Vegeta lifts his legs over his lover’s shoulder and squeezes Goku’s cock between his thighs, eliciting a breathy moan. “You wish you could fuck my asshole, but that’s never going to happen now, is it?” 

Goku knows that Vegeta’s messing with his mind. With the way he’s remaining on his back, legs dangling over his shoulders, it’s foreign. Too submissive. Vegeta would never be caught dead in such a humiliating position. Is it unbelievably sexy? Fuck yes. However, it has Goku feeling slightly envious. He should be the one lying like that, not his prince. He wants Vegeta looming over him, not the opposite. But Vegeta’s next purred words are enough to send him into a frenzy. 

“If you want it so bad, this is how I’m letting you get off tonight, slut.” 

Whimpering, Goku’s tip weeps at those words as he starts to thrust his hips. He slams his palms at both sides of Vegeta’s head as he watches his prince push his thighs closer, making the grip on Goku’s cock even tighter. However, there isn’t enough motion due to the lack of lubrication. Tittering, Goku sits up, letting his penis flop out of Vegeta’s thighs. “Uhh, could ya get the slippy stuff?” 

Rolling his eyes, Vegeta reaches over to the side table, grumbling, “Ruin the mood as always,” and retrieves the lubricant. He tosses it at Goku — mostly aiming to hit him in the face — but of course, his grinning idiot catches it with ease. 

“Thanks!” Goku smiles before popping open the cap and lathering his cock with a copious amount before reaching to spread some over Vegeta’s thighs. 

Vegeta’s face flushes as he scoffs, “Don’t you dare get the wrong idea.” 

Tilting his head, Goku discards the lube onto the floor and grabs his lover’s thighs. He positions the tip of his cock at the gap before slipping through with ease as he presses Vegeta’s legs close enough together, making him moan at the gratification. Oh god Goku has been needing this. “Fuck, Vegeta. This feels pretty good.” His eyes flutter close and jaw hangs slack. He thrusts slow at first, soaking in the tingling euphoria of his cock finally receiving friction, before leaning down to press his lips against Vegeta’s which are hungry enough to devour his own. It’s hot and heavy. Wet and sloppy. Goku’s noises are being swallowed by that mouth. That tongue that slides into his own to explore and conquer. 

To Goku’s dismay, Vegeta pulls away to purr, “I bet it won’t be long until you finish.” 

Pouting at that tormenting smirk, Goku sits up. “Ya dun’ know anythin’.” He defends, albeit with a trembling voice as his desperation makes his hips increase in speed. “I dun-mmm-finish that — oh! — quickly.” 

“Then why are your knees threatening to buckle? Why are you starting to moan even louder?” Vegeta teases. He’s ingrained every erotic expression and mannerism from Goku into his mind after having the privilege of witnessing the whiny bottom that is Son Goku, so he’s already aware that Goku’s a few more thrusts away from painting his thighs. So, why not add more fuel to the fire and make it happen even quicker just to be an asshole?  He snorts. “Your eyes are starting to roll back into your fucking head, clown. And you’re only just fucking my thighs.” 

Whimpering, Goku’s entire body clenches. Vegeta’s right, he is going to blow any minute. Maybe if ya weren’t such a teasing asshole, I would be able to last longer! Yet, he’s still pathetically attempting to stand his ground despite struggling to release a single syllable without moaning. He wants to slow himself down, but the pleasure is way too fucking much. He’s been planning this since the first of Vegeta’s teasing antics. He’s so fucking horny that he doesn’t want foreplay. He just wants to be thrown onto all fours and savagely pounded into the mattress. Or if Vegeta didn’t plan to be nice, he’d rut against his prince’s calf like a goddamn dog in heat. It’s shameful, really. Goku’s body can handle almost anything. But pleasure. Oh god pleasure. It’s his weakness. A fatal flaw that Vegeta loves to take advantage of. 

Then that shame fizzles out. His threatening orgasm is near. And it steals away his subconscious, leaving him with instincts and his five senses. The smell of Vegeta’s musk, the sound of the creaking bed, the taste of his own saliva pooling in his mouth, and the sensation of Vegeta’s lubricated thighs squeezing his cock so fucking good. All of it possesses Goku. 

So he surrenders. 

“Vegeta, oh, Vegeeeeeta.” Are his final slurred words.

His balls tighten. His hips lose rhythm as they rely on instinct. He has no control of his vocal cords that are making mortifying, erotic sounds as his cock blissfully throbs. 

Vegeta’s smirk still remains. He watches his lover’s hot semen spurt from his cock in thick ribbons that splatter between his thighs and stomach. He allows Goku to rock his hips a few more times, admiring the way his lover shivers at the sensitivity before it slips out. 

Breathless, Goku collapses next to his prince. “I’ve been wantin’ that all day.” He pants. 

Vegeta chuckles. “You’re so whiny.” 

“Sorry.” Goku titters, rolling onto his back. “Sex stuff with ya always feels way too good.” 

“As hot as it is to watch how quickly you turn into a puddle of mush at the simplest of things, I would appreciate it if you pass the tissues.” 

Goku snorts before pressing a kiss on his prince’s shoulder and swiping his finger over his own mess. 

Vegeta’s eyes widen at the sight of Goku sucking his own essence off his finger. “Nice?” Vegeta chuckles. 

Goku pulls his finger out with an audible pop. “I actually taste pretty good.” He grins. 

“Idiot.” 

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Goku’s always been a slut for everything. Desperate for a powerful brawl, strenuous exercise, crippling pleasure — everything and anything that pushes his body to its never ending limits. And Vegeta is more than happy to indulge. He has no hesitation to slap his lover around, edge him until he’s screaming for it, and pound him senseless into the mattress. Vegeta truly believes every time he explores Goku’s depravity, he’s reached the ceiling of what his lover’s body can handle, but he’s always proven wrong. 

Even now, bending Goku over the kitchen counter, fingering him with earnest, watching Goku’s eyes clench and roll back as drool spills from his quivering lips, forming a pool on the marble; Vegeta thought he had finally reached the pinnacle of Goku’s limits. He can see his lover struggling with the blinding pleasure as he whimpers pathetically, legs shaking as his knees threaten to buckle despite begging for this just moments ago. 

As Vegeta curls his fingers and thrusts hard enough that the wet, sloppy sounds of Goku’s lubricated, slutty asshole reverberate around the kitchen loud enough to be audible over Goku’s porn star moans, he still has the audacity to cry out, “Vegeta, more, please!” He can’t control a single fibre of his being. All his body can do is shake and spasm at the crippling euphoria. Which is just what he wants. He loves being a fuck doll that Vegeta can overstimulate for his own pleasure. All he can do is lay here and take it. Take everything his prince feels generous enough to give him. And with his body no longer under his own possession, he’s left Vegeta in charge of what he can and can’t handle.  But despite struggling to stop his trembling knees from collapsing, Goku desires more. More than Vegeta’s fingers can give him. 

Vegeta’s quick to notice this. “Begging for my cock already?” He muses, still thrusting his fingers relentlessly. 

“Yes!” 

Chuckling, Vegeta rags his fingers out of the clenching heat and retrieves the lube from his side. As he lathers his cock, he watches Goku’s asshole gape at the loss as his lover pants. “I’ll give you mercy just this once.” He teases, giving himself a few strokes before spreading Goku’s cheeks apart and lining the tip of his cock against Goku’s asshole. He slides up and down, relishing the desperate whimper he elicits from his lover before slowly penetrating. Instantly, Goku’s pliant hole is sucking him in, wrapping those velvet walls tightly against Vegeta’s penis like it’s scared to let go. Vegeta groans at the bliss of it. “Fucking love it when you squeeze my dick like that, slut.”

“Please.” Goku whines as he stretches one of his arms to try and grab his prince’s waist in attempt to rush the penetration. Feeling every inch of Vegeta languidly pressing into him is draining Goku’s sanity. After having the euphoria from minutes ago stripped from him, he’s ready to throw a tantrum if Vegeta doesn’t pick up the pace within the next ten seconds. Goku needs it. Needs that gratification that only his prince can provide. So he whines once again, “Hurry up.” 

“Be patient, slut.” Vegeta scolds with a snort. It’ll never grow old to see how easily Goku becomes sexually frustrated. 

A minute passes of Vegeta taking his sweet fucking time and he’s finally reached the hilt. Goku softly moans, feeling stuffed and satisfied that the torture is over. He lifts up his head, ready to beg once again, but Vegeta’s digging his fingers into his hips and slowly moving his own. Goku flops his head back onto the marble and moans once again. This slow rhythm feels wonderful, yet, it’s still not enough. As much as Goku enjoys making love, right now he’s in the mood for a rough fucking. He wants to be mind broken by Vegeta’s cock. Utterly dick drunken to the point where he not only forgets his surroundings, but who he is as a person. “Vegeta, you’re going to slow.” He complains with a pout. 

The second that complaint reaches Vegeta’s ears, he’s quick to wipe that childish pout right off Goku’s face.

Without warning, Vegeta retracts back so only the tip of his cock remains inside before slamming inside, smacking his abdomen against Goku’s ass with enough force to make it wiggle. 

Goku reaches to grip onto the edge of the marble. His fingers turn white as he tries to keep himself in place, but Vegeta decides to thrust into him much harder than the first time, forcing his arms to slide forward on the countertop as he loudly moans at the impact. He’s left to flop his head and destroy his vocal cords as Vegeta continues this, adding more and more strength behind each pound. Fuck does it feel good. Goku’s certain that he’ll end up finishing, but it’s still not enough. He wants the rhythm, fast and hard, as Vegeta rotates his hips. “Vegeta, stop teasin’!” Goku cries, slamming his fists onto the counter. 

“Fine. But don’t start begging for mercy once I start.”

Goku doesn’t take notice of Vegeta’s warning at first. He’s far too frustrated to consider the weight of his prince’s words — that is until he’s being ragged on the floor and his knees are bending into his shoulders. Goku looks up his prince, furrowing his brows as broken syllables leave his mouth. But Vegeta’s answering his unspoken questions by slamming his cock into him without warning. He chokes on his own saliva at the impact before his mouth hangs agape and ungodly, cacophonous moans erupt from his throat as Vegeta savagely pounds into his prostate and bladder with strength that Goku has never felt before — especially in Vegeta’s base form. Goku’s back arches and head slams against the floor as he struggles to find something to grip onto as he spasms pathetically. Each of his brain cells fizzle away as euphoria possess his mind and subconscious, usurping his surprise at where this power from Vegeta came from. An’ why hasn’t he fucked me this hard before? Either way, Goku’s relishing the gratification of it. 

Vegeta wishes he could open his eyes and watch Goku struggle to accustom to the overstimulation, but he has to focus. Remember his training with Beerus that has allowed him to achieve this new peak of raw strength. If Goku wants to be pounded with as much power as possible, then Vegeta will give it to him. Though, he has to say a few prayers to Kami above that he won’t finish prematurely from Goku’s erotic noises. Those whiny moans and desperate whimpers are enough to inspire Vegeta’s perverted imagination to form an accurate image of Goku’s face right now. 

Convulsing, spasming, writhing: Goku has officially lost all control over his body. He’s forced to endure it all. To cry out his prince’s name as he surrenders to the vigorous surges of pleasure shooting through his veins and straight to his throbbing cock like bolts of electricity. It’s all too much. Goku has officially discovered his sexual limit know that Vegeta’s cock is not only striking his prostate, but banging into his bladder, too. And it feels so fucking good. Never in Goku’s life has sex felt as euphoric as it does tonight. He thought he’d truly surrendered all of his control to his prince before, truly, yet his expectations are scrapped once again. He’s proven wrong by his prince again. And Kami above does Goku fucking love it. This rhythm, this pace, this act of being fucked like a goddamn rag doll that’s left to moan and whimper shamelessly is orgasmic. The combination of relentless prostate stimulation and the banging into his bladder has Goku’s cock leaking and twitching, threatening to erupt at every thrust. “Vegeta! Vegeta! Vegeta! Vegeeetaaa!” Goku moans loudly, borderline screaming as his body reaches its limit. It’s only a second more and his voice is raising an octave as his balls tighten and pearly semen erupts from the tip of his throbbing cock, splattering on his chest. He mewls, body convulsing through the waves of his orgasm. Goku’s fingers turn white with how hard he’s gripping onto the tiles, waiting for his prince to give him mercy and allow him to ride through the pleasure.

Vegeta doesn’t stop. 

Goku can’t even get out a coherent word as the overstimulation hits him like a tsunami. A tropical storm of pleasure so euphoric and painful at the same time that his eyes well with tears. 

But it’s not far from over. 

Goku sobs when Vegeta’s devious hand wraps around his softening penis and strokes. Jerking poor Goku senseless in time with the movement of his hips, sending Goku into a daze. 

Now he’s officially mind broken. 

“VEGETA!” Goku fucking squeals before the rest he’s able to vocalise are whimpers and pathetic sobs as the tears pour down his cheeks. It feels so fucking good. Like a never-ending orgasm. But his body is struggling to stay still. He’s wriggling on the floor as his instincts fight for the control to buck his hips back against Vegeta’s to chase even more pleasure. He’s only just able to grip onto Vegeta’s shoulders before his hands slip down to his back, allowing his blunt fingernails to scrape the thick skin off Vegeta’s muscles. 

Grunting, Vegeta removes a hand from underneath Goku’s right knee and uses it to grab his lover’s chin. “Is it too much for you, slut?” 

Goku may be fighting for his life right now, but he still wants to egg Vegeta on. He fucking needs more. His limits can be broken further. He’ll be a good slut for his prince. The best submissive that can give and take everything Vegeta desires. “N-No.” He whimpers as if tears weren’t slipping through the gaps between his prince’s fingers. 

“That’s what I fucking thought.” Vegeta growls before dipping his head down to use the flat of his tongue to drink up Goku’s salty tears, relishing the vibrations of Goku’s moans against his palm. “You sound like a fucking mess right now. And your slutty asshole is spazzing around my dick.”

Riding through a powerful tremor passing through his body, Goku femininely moans as his legs stretch in the air, toes flex, and a second orgasm hits, making his first orgasm pale in comparison. He throbs in Vegeta’s ruthless fist as semen dribbles from his slit. And once again, his perception of pleasure is quickly warped. All of his limbs are trembling, body is aching, cock is red raw, and asshole is screaming for a senzu bean as his merciless prince continues to fuck him through it all. While he flops about on the floor, closes his eyes and sobs. He’s far too gone to even notice Vegeta halting his hand and slowly pulling himself out. 

Vegeta pants as he lays down next to his heaving lover and scoops him into a snuggle by his waist. He peppers kisses all over his cheeks and nose, praising him through loving murmurs, “Good boy, you did so well for me.” 

Shakily exhaling, Goku sniffles as he relaxes from his prince’s affection. He flutters his eyes open and blinks the blurriness from his tears — which Vegeta lovingly wipes away — before rolling over to face his prince. “Vegeta.” He croaks. 

Snorting, Vegeta pecks his dry lips. “You okay?”

Goku slowly nods, still dazed from two mind blowing orgasms. “Please do that again.”

“I was already planning to.” Vegeta laughs, pecking his lover’s forehead.

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It usually doesn’t take a lot to get Vegeta’s attention. He’s always on alert, ready for a fight or a round of spitting verbal abuse to others. But when it comes to Goku’s sexual advances, the prince remains oblivious — which is frustrating since Goku is rather embarrassed to admit his attraction so bluntly. He’s desired the prince for a while (more like for the past decade) and knowing that Vegeta would take any opportunity to humiliate him, it destroys his confidence even more. However, Goku can’t let this attraction dissipate. His unsatisfied libido paired with the pinnacle of sex appeal that is prince Vegeta leaves Goku with no choice. So, to save himself the embarrassment, Goku has decided that instead of blurting out his desires, he’ll play the long game of making Vegeta figure it out himself. He thought it wouldn’t take so long for Vegeta to take a hint…

But it’s been nine months. 

Nine, torturous months of depravity. Utter desperation for the royal saiyan to have his way with Goku who is so very interested. He’s tried everything. Purposefully bending over, nonchalantly teasing with sexual euphemisms, flirting with his food to show his prince how fucking skilled he is with his slutty mouth, and even tearing Vegeta’s spandex apart during a scrap isn’t enough! Goku can’t decipher whether or not Vegeta is toying with him. Is he truly unaware? Or is Vegeta tricking Goku just so he can continue embarrassing himself so Vegeta can have a laugh? 

Either way, enough is enough. 

Goku is so goddamn horny that he’s resorting to his final plan: the plug. 

A gift from Bulma who had been inventing more powerful sex toys due to hers no longer being able to satisfy. She understood Goku’s sexual frustration (though Goku made sure to skip the details of why his needs are neglected) and unknowingly gave Goku the weapon for his final attempt to seduce Vegeta. 

So, today, Goku started off his morning laying on his side, gi bottoms bunched up at his boots as his lubricated fingers curl inside of him, teasing himself at the thought of what he’s actually doing, but only just enough that he’ll avoid finishing prematurely. As much as he’d rather finger himself stupid to the thought of Vegeta, he whines as he retracts his fingers before retrieving the plug and smearing it with lubricant. Breath shaky, Goku bites down on his bottom lip as he sinks the toy inside, relishing the twinge of pleasure until his asshole kisses the flared base. 

If this don’t work, then I dunno what will…

With that abhorrent reassurance, Goku’s dressing himself and shooting off into the sky, following the source of Vegeta’s ki. 

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Goku touches down on the grass across from Vegeta. The second his eyes met the prince’s, his nerves begin to get the best of him, wiping his memory of the plan he had in store seconds ago. And when Vegeta’s lips curl into a smirk, Goku’s reminded of what he’s currently wearing. He begins to doubt himself. How would this even work? The plug isn’t even on display so how could the prince even be aware? And what if he does find out? What if Vegeta brutally rejects him? So many negative thoughts in regards to how awful the outcome could be, Goku doesn’t notice that he’s been staring at Vegeta akin to a deer in the headlights until Vegeta’s rudely clicking his fingers in his face. 

“Kakarot? I haven’t got time for this bullshit.” 

Goku quickly snaps himself back into reality. Despite his doubts, he has to remain composed. This could be his only chance, and his desperate libido isn’t content with missing this opportunity. “Sorry, I dint get much sleep last night.” He sheepishly lies, scratching his neck for effect. 

Vegeta scoffs. “I find that hard to believe.” 

 Swallowing, Goku’s ready to defend himself since Vegeta wasn’t convinced, however, Vegeta positioning himself into his usual battle stance conveys that the prince doesn’t have the energy to waste berating Goku about it. He sighs in relief as he matches Vegeta’s body with his own stance. “Think ya can beat me this time?” He teases. 

“Tch. I’m beating you until you’re unconscious today, third class.” Vegeta spits before charging in first with a fiery fist, successfully striking Goku. 

But Goku doesn’t allow Vegeta to relish the brief victory — even if it is such a turn on to see Vegeta boosting his own ego — and pummels the prince relentlessly, managing to land a few hits past the prince’s powerful guard. 

Their spar unfolds as usual. Their rehearsed choreography of kicks, punches, ki blasts, and Goku’s naughty habit of tearing Vegeta’s clothes. It’s exhilarating. A raw, primal battle that’s only fuelling Goku’s dirty fantasies further. At first, Goku felt shame in his idea. But now, intoxicated by the bliss of their spar, Goku has no regrets. Every slight movement has the plug shifting ever so slightly, making him shiver — at first. But as the speed of his dodging increases, the strength behind Vegeta’s strikes to his body grow harsher, and the prince’s strange focus around Goku’s lower half had poor Goku’s cock throbbing in his gi at each impact thanks to his butt plug transitioning from grazing his prostate and stimulating his nerves around his convulsing rim to jolting, igniting every fibre of his asshole so orgasmically. 

And there went Goku’s discretion. 

Though he was grateful that Vegeta’s frequent sexy grunts and spits of cruel insults usurped the sound of his soft moans and whimpers, Goku couldn’t stop his body from reacting. He’s left powerless to the predicament he got himself into. His body twitched, cock leaked profusely, and his left eye squinted as pleasure surged through his being. But… Vegeta doesn’t seem to have caught on just yet. In fact, that arousing, proud smirk plastered on his goddamn handsome face conveyed that the prince is more interested in his growing ego that’s radiating around the battlefield instead of Goku being ready to ejaculate on the spot. 

That is, until a fatal blow catches Goku off guard…

Goku, deep in thought at how he’s living one of his biggest sexual fantasies, didn’t notice the sneaky kick Vegeta had been charging in his arsenal while distracting his horny rival with his moving fists. Before he knew it, Goku was kicked directly in the abdomen, resulting in is body being flung across the field and landing right on his fucking ass. The impact had a crippling amount of euphoria shooting straight through him, igniting every nerve in his nether regions. He couldn’t keep his cool. The loudest, mortifying, most ungodly moan reverberated from his throat at the pleasure, making Vegeta pause and immediately wiping that smug smirk off his face. Face growing redder by the second, Goku dares to look up at the prince before him. 

“Kakarot, what the actual fuck?” Vegeta gawks, his own face flushing at the display. 

Embarrassed, Goku dips his head to avoid Vegeta’s judgment as he pushes himself back up onto his feet. Head remaining down, Goku sheepishly mumbles, “Let’s jus’ continue,” as if his body isn’t currently screaming at him to go home and never show his face again — exactly as he predicted. 

“Not just yet.” Vegeta clears his throat. “Look at me, Kakarot.” 

Whining, Goku feels his body burning with shame as he reluctantly lifts his head to face the prince. 

Vegeta folds his arms over his chest plate. Smirk returning, he teases, “Do you get off from fighting me or something?” 

“No.” Goku titters, sounding horrifically out of character. “Jus’ yer kick took me by surprise is all.” 

Vegeta purses his lips and tilts his head. “Then why is your face red?” He lowers his gaze towards his rival’s obvious boner tenting his soaked gi as he points at it. “And why has your cock leaked so much?” 

Curse Goku’s cock for leaking even more at the humiliation. “I think we should call it a day.” He swallows, averting his gaze. 

“Do you really think I’ve never noticed you trying to make a move during our spars for months, third class?” Vegeta laughs. 

Now that set Goku off. The shame dissipates as fury ignites, forcing his eyes back on Vegeta’s as he whines, “So ya knew all this time?!” 

Vegeta can’t stifle his laughter at the sight of his sexually frustrated rival tweaking before him. Is this the same joy this idiot feels when he riles me up? “Yes. I did.” He snorts. 

“Ugh!” Goku rolls his eyes and combs his fingers through his hair before composing himself to bark, “So why haven’t ya done anythin’? Or if yer not interested, why didn’t ya jus’ tell me?!” 

“Calm down, Kakarot.” Vegeta sighs, walking towards his ruffled rival. “I am interested. But that doesn’t mean I’m easy to get.” 

Goku pouts, folds his arms, and grumbles, “So ya jus’ like playin’ hard to get.” 

Vegeta rolls his eyes before cupping his rival’s flushed cheeks. “I am hard to get. But I also wanted to see how far you’d go to get my dick.” He feels Goku shiver beneath him as he melts into his hands like putty. “So, what was your plan today? I’ve slammed you down onto the ground plenty of times and not once did you ever moan like that.” 

Slowly regaining his confidence, Goku manages to summon the courage to sheepishly utter, “Why don’t yer look for ya sen.” 

Licking his lips, Vegeta groans at the tease. “Gladly.” He answers before turning Goku around by his shoulders and squatting before his rival’s ass. 

Goku tilts his head akin to a confused puppy. I know Vegeta is real’ smart, but I don’t think he could figure it out this eas- He cuts his thoughts off with his own gasp at the sound of Vegeta ripping his bottoms apart, exposing his ass to the cool breeze. 

“No fucking way.” Vegeta mutters to himself. His cock practically sprang to full mast the second his eyes laid on the faux crystal poking out between Goku’s asscheeks. He hungrily spreads them apart, exposing himself to a sight that has now been stored into his memory for a rainy day. “Fucking hell, Kakarot. You’ve had this on the whole time?” 

Goku titters, “Yeah,” before moaning at Vegeta slowly pulling it out and pushing it back in — though, he would’ve collapsed at the pleasure if his prince didn’t grip onto his knees in time. 

“No wonder you were whimpering like a desperate slut during our spar.” Vegeta teases as he stands up. 

Sheepishly, Goku turns himself around to look down at his prince. “I’m surprised ya managed to get it that quick.” 

Vegeta snorts. “Please, as if I haven’t been fantasising about you doing something like this for years. Though, you’re lucky that this one doesn’t have a remote to control it, otherwise I wouldn’t have been so nice.” 

Goku bites down hard on his bottom lip to suppress another shameful moan at that erotic confession. “I do have one like that.” He nervously admits. 

“Oh yeah? You should’ve brought it then, Kakarot. We could’ve had even more fun. But for now, let me show you what I’ve pictured doing to you for so long, slut.”

And what Vegeta had to show was nothing short of Goku’s own perverted imagination...

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“When I’m sleepin’ ya can still fuck me y’know.” 

That sentence returns in Vegeta’s mind as he sits on his calves next to his snoozing lover. Goku has been flat out since his thick skull hit the goddamn pillow. Meanwhile, Vegeta has been unable to fall asleep due to his raging erection refusing to allow his hands to resolve after Goku gave him such a sinful idea days ago. Despite being madly in love with the fool, the prince’s long lasting grudge against him because of their strength gap and years of humiliation dealt by a third class, Vegeta still has the disturbing desire to defeat him and brutally torment him far worse than he ever received in the past. And seeing his chest rise and fall, hearing his gentle snores and watching his limp body occasionally twitch in the starfish position, bells are ringing in his goddamn ears. Now is the time to strike. 

“After all these years, you still let your guard down even though I’ve threatened to kill you.” Vegeta teases in a sultry whisper as he moves himself between Goku’s spread legs. He reaches out his nervous palm towards his lover’s flaccid crotch, moulding his hand around the glorious cock underneath that hideous gi. “You’re smart for keeping your clothes on. Though, I’ll be tearing them off soon enough.” He squeezes the limp base, feeling the soft flesh slowly stir awake in time with Goku murmuring something incoherent. Vegeta’s fully aware that he won’t be awakened so quickly. So he takes the opportunity to straddle his lap and lean into his ear, purring, “Maybe I’ll be the bottom for once. While you’re fast asleep so you’ll never know that I let you have the privilege of being inside me.” He then lowers his head down to use the flat of his tongue to lick down his neck, tasting the salty sweat from their sexually charged spar earlier. Vegeta groans at the flavour as he reaches his prominent collarbones. 

Leaning back, Vegeta slides his hand down Goku’s torso, relishing the solid muscles gliding past his palms through the baggy material before stopping his fingers at the hem of the blue sash. Lo and behold, Vegeta feels his lover’s hips buck up and his blossoming erection poke up against his ass. “Tch. Even when you’re asleep it doesn’t take much for me to make you hard, third class.” Vegeta scoffs, shuffling down onto the mattress so he can view Goku’s clothed crotch. He skilfully unties the annoying sash and attempts to pull it off, but because his lover is currently deadweight right now, he ends up tearing the cobalt fabric to shreds. Vegeta shrugs and continues with his devious quest. He can’t stop himself smiling from the excitement of it. Goku, the strongest saiyan on Earth, the idiotic bastard that has spent almost two decades making a mockery of Vegeta’s royal status and destiny that was his birthright, the motherfucker who had the audacity to become a super saiyan before Vegeta, right in front of him now so vulnerable. No guard. No defences. Just far gone in his dreams to even process the prince’s hands lifting up his legs and bending his knees into his chest. 

Vegeta pins Goku’s knees with one hand, albeit with straining arms, and makes quick work of ragging his gi bottoms up, bunching them at his ankles. Now this is a sight to see. That delicious ass, testicles and weeping cock all on display for the dirty prince. He licks his lips, taking a mental image to store for later before spreading apart one of his lover’s cheeks and releasing it to watch the doughy flesh smack together and ripple beautifully at impact. “Fuck.” Vegeta grunts, cock throbbing painfully at the miniature earthquake. “All of this for me to take advantage of. I’ve finally got you where I’ve always wanted you. Defenceless and completely at my mercy. Though, I’m not giving you any mercy tonight, slut.” And Vegeta is determined to stick to his word and play out this diabolical fantasy of his. However it would be much sexier if he were to be crying and begging for Vegeta to be more merciful. Nonetheless, Vegeta’s engulfing his lover’s balls into his mouth, rolling the marbles inside his sacks with his tongue as he sucks, an action that he knows would have Goku erupting within minutes. 

Goku stirs above his prince, head drooping to the side as a sleepy, breathy whimper escapes his pliant mouth. 

Vegeta shivers at that reaction. There’s nothing more arousing than hearing Earth’s innocent hero whimpering from carnal pleasure. As he feels his lover stir in his deep sleep, Vegeta wonders if his dirty ministrations are plaguing his dreams. He pulls his mouth away with an audible pop and focuses his attention on the puckering pink hole that is beginning to ooze with its sweet lubricant, intoxicating the prince with its arousing scent. “Fuck, you’re getting so wet for me, slut.” He rubs his thumb over the taut ring, almost slipping inside from how soaked his lover is. Vegeta groans before taking his thumb to his mouth, sucking hard to quench his undying thirst for Goku’s delicious lubricant. “You always taste so good for me. Can’t believe you’re already this wet when I’ve hardly done anything.” He teases as he looks up between Goku’s legs, witnessing him buck his hips up subconsciously. “Having a nice dream, Kakarot? I wonder what I must be doing to you.” Vegeta laughs, lowering down his head. 

Now he has a new goal; devour his lover’s delectable ass. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick from his crack, using his arms to lift Goku’s hips, and drags his tastebuds over his lover’s puffy taint before feeling the furled, puckering muscle underneath his tongue. Groaning at the flavour of Goku’s juices lathering his tongue and dribbling down his chin, Vegeta grows far too impatient at his slow ministrations, so he begins to devour. Trace, swirl, lick, suck – fucking drinking everything that his sleeping lover is giving him. He grinds his own cock against the sheets at Goku’s breathy moan. Fuck is Vegeta having the time of his life. His pliant rival is all here for him; he can’t shake off the childish excitement of it. He lets his dirty subconscious possess his mind, blinding him from his original morals, all to live out a fantasy that has plagued his brain since day one in that damned wasteland. The prince pulls his head away from his favourite part of his lover to growl, “Seeing you beat up and bruised, covered in blood and so desperate to win despite all your bones being broken by me, I wanted to fuck you right then and there. I wanted you to scream for my mercy. To see your moans, whines and whimpers in that moment,” He sits up and wraps his fist around Goku’s painfully erect cock, squeezing the base to elicit another arousing whimper as his body twitches before continuing with his sultry words, “Don’t think I didn’t see that tent in your gi. If only your friends fucked off. I would’ve sucked you off and edged you until you were sobbing to orgasm. Maybe I would leave you unfinished and frustrated. Letting you throw a tantrum until I decide to give you the permission to finish down my throat. If only I knew how good you tasted back then.” 

Licking his lips, Vegeta lifts Goku’s cock upright as he lowers his head until his lips are ghosting over the pearly bead of precum at his slit. He pulls Goku’s foreskin back to expose the pink flesh and strains his neck over to dart the tip of his tongue against his frenulum, slowly sliding it side to side. 

Goku’s legs fall limp onto the bed, briefly startling Vegeta for a moment, as his head smacks to the side. He bites down onto his trembling lips, moaning sleepily. 

Vegeta thought he had awoken his lover, but he then hears his gentle snores, making him sigh in relief. “I forgot how much you love it when I do this.” He chuckles in a whisper before continuing once again. This time, he wraps his lips around the tip, sucking on the salty pre-cum pouring down his throat. Vegeta swallows every single drop. He feels Goku twitch again – though, much more aggressively as he moans – and that motivates the prince to be more passionate with his mouth. He sucks on Goku’s tip until his tongue painfully strains as he teases his frenulum, feeling his lover fall apart in his slumber. Vegeta’s far too gone to even feel Goku’s hips violently buck his cock deeper into his mouth. All he can focus on is the taste of his lover. The scent of that full blooded saiyan musk wafting from the base of Goku’s cock. The sounds of his breathy whimpers and incoherent hums of pleasure. Vegeta’s eyes flutter close, placing all of his attention on the man in front of him. The last of his race and the love of his life. I’ve defeated you, Kakarot. 

Moans growing more frequent, drool forms between the tight gap of Goku’s worrying lips and his legs begin to shake. A few more sucks and his body is beginning to wake him up from his blissful wet dream. With heavy eyes, Goku opens them for a second, only seeing the blurred bedroom before closing at the electrifying pleasure throbbing through his veins. His orgasm is rapidly brewing despite his half-asleep body barely being able to process his surroundings. The second time he opens his eyes, he manages to blink a few times to clear his vision, finding Vegeta looking up at him with flushed cheeks that are currently stuffed by his cock. “Vegeta.” Goku croaks out. 

Smirking the best he can with a full mouth, Vegeta bobs his head and swallows his lover down to the root. 

“Oh fuck.” Goku moans above him, head rolling back as his frantic fingers dig into his prince’s scalp. 

Vegeta’s mouth grows more aggressive. He squeezes the base of Goku’s glorious cock and deepthroats it with all of his might. The feeling of it twitching at the back of his throat and Goku’s moans beginning to crescendo signal to Vegeta that his lover is ready to blow at any second. 

And that second arises. 

Still partially asleep, Goku’s raspy voice almost cracks at the loud moaning of his lover’s name being torn from his dry throat. His hips buck forcefully and the hand in his prince’s hair rags his head down. His balls tighten before he erupts in the warmth of Vegeta’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whimpers, legs trembling and body tensing in time with his eyes clenching closed, Goku feels himself being milked dry by his prince’s hungry mouth which makes sure not a single drop goes to waste. 

Vegeta made damn sure of that. He drinks it all like he’d die without it. As if his lover’s ejaculation is his lifeline. His water. He gives one final suck as he pulls his head back, taking the oversensitive tip with him before pulling away with a pop. Breathless, he wipes the saliva from his mouth and stares at his panting lover through lidded eyes. 

“Vegeta, I was havin’ such a sexy dream about ya. It felt so real.” Goku pants as he strokes his fingers through his sweaty spikes. 

Chuckling, Vegeta teases, “I wonder why, Kakarot.” 

Goku playfully rolls his eyes before opening up his arms, gesturing for Vegeta to snuggle with him – to which he does by collapsing onto his chest and nuzzling his sweaty face into the crook of Goku’s neck. “Ya’ve gotta do that again, ‘Geta. Yer mouth was makin’ me dream about some really hot stuff.” 

“You better have been thinking about me.” Vegeta huffs. 

“I always think about yer, Vegeta. Especially when doin’ things like that. No one can make me feel the way that you do.” 

“Hn.” Vegeta hums, trying his best to ignore the fluttering of his heart at Goku’s adorable words. 

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Staring intensely at his lover’s cheerful grin and stupid hand giving into that nervous tic of scratching the back of his neck, Vegeta has to clench his fists to satiate his anger — for now. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Goku had the audacity to hire a hit on himself just for a better fight. As if training with his prince was no longer gratifying enough for him. Is Vegeta even a challenge to his lover anymore? If he wants to fuck off and get pounded by a hitman, then he’s on his own. 

And when everyone else left the cliff, Goku began to apologise profusely before attempting to kiss his prince. 

But Vegeta swatted those puckering lips away. He bit back a snarky remark as he tried to ignore his heart aching at the obvious dejection on Goku’s face. 

“Vegeta, I’m really sorry. I dint think it would get to ya like this…”

Vegeta scoffs, turning himself around. Rage bubbles in his veins, his head throbs, and palms swells with pain from how hard he’s digging his gloved fingers into them. He wants to say something. Get his point across. Convey his fury at the situation. But he can’t even look Goku in the eye. Not after today. Not after being severely disrespected by his partner. He opts for shooting off into the sky instead, flying out of earshot of Goku’s pleads for forgiveness. 

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He reaches their home, silent with his voice, but loud with aggression as he slams the front door, kicks off his boots — refusing to neatly stack them on the rack like he normally would — and stomps upstairs to the bedroom. 

Goku enters their home a minute later, noticing Vegeta’s boots discarded on the floor. Not seeing them resting against the other shoes makes the reality of the situation hit him right in the face. Guilt weighs his body down as he glumly removes his own shoes. His subconscious beats him up during the journey to the bedroom. How could he be so stupid? He shouldn’t have kept this a secret from Vegeta. He knows full well how Vegeta’s pride was left after his first match with Hit. It destroyed his prince more than anyone else knew. 

As he opens the door, Goku expects an assault of curses and insults to be fired at him. But Vegeta’s sitting on the end of the bed, following Goku’s movements through lidded eyes as Goku anxiously makes his way over to the bed. He stops a few inches in front of his prince before lowering his head and glumly apologising once again. “I’m really sorry, Vegeta. I should’ve at least told ya about it.” 

“Shut up and bend over my lap.” Vegeta demands, patting his thighs. 

Goku snaps his head upright. He wants to question, but he knows that’ll only infuriate his lover further, so he complies with hesitance. 

Vegeta notices this. When Goku hovers over his lap and begins to rest his elbows on the bed, Vegeta shoves Goku’s stomach down, winding his lover for a moment. “I’m so sick of your shit, third class.” 

Goku sulks. “I’m really really sorry, Vegeta.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you even think to do something so disrespectful in the first place?” 

“I dunno.” Goku huffs, utterly frustrated at himself. “I really wanted to fight him again without any rules in the way.” 

“Am I not good enough for you, anymore?” Vegeta spits as he strokes a hand down Goku’s back, stopping when his palm rests beneath his lover’s perineum. 

“No.” Goku trembles out. “No it’s not that. I love sparrin’ with yer.” 

“Right.” Vegeta rolls his eyes. 

“Vegeta, I’m bein’ honest- Ah!” Goku gasps at the crisp, brutal smack to his ass. 

“Regardless of your bullshit, third class, I’m putting you in your place.” Vegeta hisses before ripping off his gloves and rubbing his palms together, building up enough friction to then strike Goku’s rear hard enough to make his back arch as he moans at the pain. 

Despite this seeming to be a punishment, Goku can’t stop his cock from beginning to harden in his gi. The stinging of his ass makes his erection throb against Vegeta’s thighs. “Vegeta, I’m sorry.” He pants before moaning loudly once again at another strike. 

“I don’t think you sound sincere enough, slut.” Vegeta cruelly spits before tearing the back of Goku’s gi clean off, exposing his lover’s sore ass to the cool air. His lips curl into a smirk at the redness already beginning to form. “I don’t take disrespect lightly.” 

SMACK! 

“Vegeta!”

SMACK! 

“I’m sorry, Vegeta! I mean it!” Goku cries before being interrupted by another smack that’s even harder than the last. By now, he’s fully erected and twitching pathetically against his prince’s lap. He whimpers at the humiliation of it — which Vegeta has to air out. 

“Of course your dick gets hard at a spanking, third class.” Vegeta laughs, snaking a hand underneath Goku’s stomach and straining his fingers to pinch the tip of his weeping cock through that soggy gi. “Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere.” 

Whining, Goku buries his face into his arms as his hips turn against him and begin to thrust into those rubbing fingers, desperate for some form of friction. 

But Vegeta’s roughly retracting his hand and landing another brutal spank against Goku’s ass, worsening the flushed flesh. “I haven’t forgiven you just yet, Kakarot. Who said I was going to let you finish at all?” 

Goku whimpers, raising his hips with need. “Vegeta, I’m sorry.” 

“Well, shoving that fat ass of yours in my face isn’t convincing me. I guess I’ll have to punish you further.” Vegeta warns. 

Raising his head, Goku tries to look over his shoulder to figure out Vegeta’s ideas, but his prince is shoving his face back down into his arms. He whines for the umpteenth time as he’s left without any context. That is, until he feels something raking down his back. “Vegeta?” He queries. 

Vegeta answers his lover by harshly swatting his ass with a paddle, eliciting an even louder moan from Goku. He hears a syllable leave Goku’s mouth, presumably the start of another question or a pitiful attempt at an apology, which prompts him to swat again, and again, and again, until Goku’s a whimpering, blubbering mess. 

“I’m sorry, Vegeta.” Goku sobs despite his cock threatening to erupt at the masochism. He’s raising his hips again, expecting Vegeta to shove him back down, but instead, his prince is spanking his taint which has Goku flopping back down as he moans. He grips onto the sheets as the assault continues relentlessly. He isn’t given a second to breathe. 

“I swear to fucking god if you pull another stunt like this again, I’ll do a hell of a lot worse than this.” Vegeta threatens before striking Goku again, expecting the moan that comes before gifting his lover mercy by putting the paddle down and stroking his palm over the swollen flesh of Goku’s ass, massaging the soreness as he gives Goku one more chance to prove himself. “So, why did you do it? Do you even want to spar with me again or would that be too boring for you, third class?” 

“Vegeta.” Goku heaves. His body is trembling, cock is aching for attention, breathing is heavy, and heart is racing. “Yer my favourite person to fight. Please forgive me, my prince.” 

Vegeta swallows as his own penis twitches in interest at the sudden use of his title. “Why should I believe you?” 

“‘Cause I love ya, Vegeta.” Goku sweetly reassures before losing his composure for his next words due to his prince deciding to be a teasing bastard by slipping two fingers down his crack and circling them over his asshole. “I dun’ want Hit like that.” He shakily exhales. 

Face flushing at the reassurance he didn’t realise he needed, Vegeta looks away despite Goku unable to make eye contact at the moment and sheepishly mumbles, “You better not do it again.” 

“I promise, Vegeta. I’m really sorry,” Goku smiles as he strains his arm to reach Vegeta’s hand, but with the awkward position, he holds onto his prince’s wrist instead. He strokes over the soft skin as he continues, “I dint think it would affect ya like this.”

“It’s fine. I wouldn’t expect less from a brainless idiot.” 

Goku giggles. Despite Vegeta insulting him, Goku already knows what his prince is trying to say without damaging his pride further. “But, I do want ya to keep doin’ this stuff to me when we do sex…” He admits as he bashfully buries his blushing face into his arms. 

Vegeta’s confidence returns along with his smirk. He looks down at his lover, relishing the marks he’s left on the ass that is his. “Of course you like this, Kakarot. Bet I can make you finish in my lap from the pain.” 

Goku’s arching his back once again. “Please.” He whimpers, wiggling his ass for Vegeta to strike — which he does. Brutally. Hard enough that the paddle snapped in half at the impact. He hears Vegeta grumble to himself before the smack! from the paddle being tossed on the floor. Cock throbbing in anticipation for the next hit, Goku’s moaning in surprise from the impact of Vegeta’s hand. Somehow, Vegeta’s able to hit harder than his instrument from before. 

SMACK!

“Yes!”

SMACK! SMACK! 

“Vegeta!” Goku’s drooling onto his forearms as his penis smears precum at every grind of his hips. Vegeta isn’t stopping his hand any time soon since he gave his prince the green light to continue. And that’s exactly what Goku wants. All of the pain. The stinging and throbbing of his bruised ass taking every whack from Vegeta’s powerful palm. He takes it all like the good masochistic, third class slut he is. He moans with wanton abandon, humping Vegeta’s lap like a goddamn dog as his orgasm brews at a rapid rate. 

“I can feel you throbbing in my lap, slut.” Vegeta grunts, bucking his own hips up. 

“More.” Goku begs, and his prince indulges. 

SMACK! 

“Fucking slut.” 

SMACK! 

“Gonna come all over my lap from a spanking, third class?” 

SMACK!

“Yes, my prince!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK1

“You’re a fucking mess, Kakarot.” 

Another rough spank, and Goku’s wailing his lover’s name as his cock throbs and spurts, soiling his gi and Vegeta’s spandex with his warm semen. He thrusts a couple more times, riding out the euphoria as Vegeta soothes the stinging of his ass with his rough palm, before halting, allowing Goku to collapse in a daze. “Vegeta.” He pants.

Vegeta digs his fingers into Goku’s scalp before lifting his head as he leans down to reach Goku’s ear, purring, “And what have you learned today, third class?” 

“To never disrespect my prince.” 

“Good slut.” Vegeta praises before inelegantly releasing Goku’s hair from his grip.

Head smacking into his arms, Goku sighs. Thank you for forgiving me, Vegeta.

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Vegeta’s always been peculiar. Even after all of these years, Goku still struggles to figure the prince out. He can decipher when he’s pissed and when he actually desires blood on his hands, however, when the prince is foreignly demure and void of spitting cruel insults, Goku can’t pinpoint Vegeta’s true mood. Is he calm? Relaxed? Enjoying the moment? Plotting another murder attempt? Or has he already committed a murder earlier and is just reminiscing on the memory? It’s frustrating — and it’s not like anyone else can help Goku with it. Yet, Goku could handle the mystery that is Prince Vegeta. As long as they have a decent brawl, everything is peachy. But this sudden week of mysterious silence followed by a blank face instead of a scowl and bitter words left Goku vexed. 

Why hasn’t Vegeta called him an idiot? Why haven’t they sparred in so long? Why, why, why is Vegeta acting so strange? Goku falls asleep every night at the prayer of a an explanation. He’s asked Bulma, but received an unbothered answer that did anything except aid Goku’s perplexity. He’s even made a pitiful attempt to question Vegeta, only to get a smirk in response before being abandoned in the gravity chamber. Goku truly thought about giving up until Bulma invited him over for another party. So, knowing Vegeta would be there and a couple drinks could probably loosen the stick out of his ass, Goku joins to give it one more shot to understand why Vegeta’s personality has done a full 360. 

But as he arrived and the night slowly unfolded, Vegeta didn’t touch a single drink. 

Goku huffs to himself, standing at the bushes at the end of the garden as he stares at Vegeta stuffing his face at the buffet table. The prince hasn’t moved from his spot since the party begun. And although that would be considered normal for the prince, Goku’s still suspicious thanks to the constant flashing of glances he received from Vegeta. He’s tempted to have a drink, preferably something strong, but with how easily sloppy he gets, Goku decides that examining Vegeta’s behaviour for the rest of the night is a better idea. Though, it’s rather boring, to say the least. He looks down for a moment, pouting at his boots, before a clearing of a throat alerts his head back up. He watches Vegeta look him up and down before heading inside. Audibly swallowing, Goku follows suite. 

Goku tries to walk instead of run to avoid comments from his friends, but he’s getting so close to understanding Vegeta — and is fists are itching at the slight chance of another spar. Maybe he’s goin’ to the gravity chamber? 

However, Goku had been lead into the kitchen instead. 

Tilting his head, Goku watches Vegeta pull out two chairs before taking a seat. He pauses for a moment as Vegeta digs into the sausages. After focusing on studying Vegeta, Goku has worked up quite an appetite which is sounded by his rumbling stomach. 

This is picked up by Vegeta. He looks over at Goku, whose face is flushing with embarrassment.

“I guess I could eat.” Goku titters, scratching the back of his neck. He expects a snarky comment, but all he receives is silence. Awkwardly, he heads over to the politely pulled out seat adjacent to the prince and sits. “Ya seem pretty hungry tonight, Vegeta.” He adds in an attempt to start a conversation. 

Vegeta ignores Goku and continues to devour his food.

Sighing, Goku reaches for the bowl of nachos covered in a myriad of messy dressings and scoops a handful before shoving it into his mouth. “Mmm, this is real good!” He compliments as his cheeks protrude. 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, idiot.” Is what Vegeta is supposed to say. Instead, he’s unresponsive once again. 

Whining, Goku swallows his food and spins to face Vegeta. “Why dun’ ya speak to me anymore? Yer actin’ all weird lately and it’s pissin’ me off!” 

Vegeta halts his chewing for a moment to stare blankly at his frustrated rival. He then resumes, turning his head forward and swallowing before reaching for a napkin. 

Goku rolls his eyes as he watches the prince dab the two singular fucking crumbs sticking to the corner of his lips. “Vegeta, why are ya being such an asshole? Is it cause I beat ya at rock, paper, scissors that one time?” 

Sighing, Vegeta swings his head to the side, making Goku’s frown falter for a moment as the poor fool anticipates a verbal response. 

“Vegeta, please say somethin’! I dun’ care if it’s mean.” Goku begs, but Vegeta is still just staring at him. Closing his eyes, Goku attempts to count to ten as frustration bubbles in his veins powerfully enough to almost send him into a Vegeta type of rage. But when he gets to three, he feels something take his hand before a warm wetness envelopes around his cheese-covered finger. Goku opens his eyes, ready to whine, but he’s hit with surprise to find Vegeta sucking on his finger. He almost chokes on his own spit as his face flushes pink. 

Vegeta takes Goku’s wrist and pulls his hand closer to his mouth. With lidded eyes, he stares at his rival and swallows his finger down to the last knuckle. 

“Vegeta, that feels really weird.” Goku titters, struggling to decipher why the combination of that hungry gaze and the sensation of the prince’s warm mouth sucking his finger clean feels nice. He shivers when his middle finger is engulfed by those plump lips and savoured with that hot tongue. Vegeta’s ministrations seem vaguely familiar… but there’s no way Vegeta would be attempting to do something like that… right? “Thanks for cleanin’ my fingers. I was jus’ gonna wipe ‘em on my gi.” 

Unsurprisingly, Vegeta says nothing. No retort. No flustered explanation of what he’s attempting to do. Instead, he responds by pulling out Goku’s two fingers and dragging his tongue underneath the saliva coated skin. 

“Vegeta.” Goku breathes, entranced by that predatory stare. Is this some twisted way of getting revenge for something Goku forgot he did? There isn’t any other fathomable reason why Vegeta would be doing this — nor why Goku feels his body becoming oddly stimulated by such an action. “Vegeta, that’s making me feel funny.” He whines. 

Of course Vegeta shows no mercy. He continues sucking, but with vigour as he bobs his head. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

This has to be a trick because Vegeta’s movements are reminding Goku of something Chi-Chi would do as a reward for harvesting a plentiful amount of crops. However, Goku’s crotch is defying his realisation. “Wait, Vegeta, my penis.” He struggles to find the confidence to finish the rest of his sentence — the mention of his cock should provide enough context for Vegeta. 

Vegeta pauses. He stares for a few seconds longer, examining Goku’s pink cheeks, before removing his fingers with an audible pop. 

Taking a deep breath, Goku snorts, “Thanks, they’re clean now.”

But Vegeta isn’t done. 

Goku notices the prince push his chair back, making him panic, “Hey, ya can’t jus’ put my finger in yer mouth an’ then not say a word!” He’s ready to punch that blank expression until it moves an inch, however, he’s stopped by Vegeta crawling underneath the table. At this point Goku is throwing the towel in as he exasperatedly sighs. “Fine, be like that. I’ll just hang out with someone else.” He’s about to push his own chair back and push himself up until he’s forced back down into his seat by two hands slamming down on his thighs. “Vegeta?!”  

His question is then answered by his sash being untied and bottoms pulled down enough for his cock to spring free. 

“Vegeta, whaddya doin’?” Goku titters before gasping at a warm, soft hand wrapping around the base of his penis. “Wait, Veg-” He cuts himself off with his own moan as Vegeta’s hot and wet mouth swallows his hardening cock. 

Breathing through flared nostrils, Vegeta takes all of his rival without a single gag. His nose bumps into the crown of pubes as his head rhythmically bobs. He manages to smirk at Goku’s trembling legs and stuttering breath despite having his mouth full. 

Goku has to grip onto the table before him to balance himself. Whimpering, he digs his blunt nails into the oak as that sinful tongue swirls around his cock so blissfully. Vegeta’s mouth is sucking Goku off so fucking orgasmically that his brain is going offline, making him forget his inner turmoil from earlier. Instead of questioning why Vegeta is practically deep throating his cock, he’s asking himself how that mouth is stimulating him so fucking good that his whole body is shaking pathetically in his chair. His mouth slowly hangs agape as he leans back in his chair, moaning at the sensation of Vegeta’s tongue swiping over his frenulum. “Vegeta.” He sighs, fluttering his eyes closed and combing his fingers through the prince’s spikes. 

The prince’s mouth feels like a furnace. A heated blanket wrapping around his throbbing cock. He could almost sense how hard Vegeta’s tongue is straining with each powerful suck, each swirl and twist, over and over, along the veins of his penis and the slit of his sensitive tip that’s dribbling more and more precum by the second. Goku whimpers once more as a hand is cupping his balls, rolling them in its palm. 

“Fuck, Vegeta.” Goku whines, bucking his hips. 

He dares to take a look underneath the table, straining his core to do so, and is left to grip onto the chair at the sight he witnessed. Although Vegeta’s face was mostly clouded with shadows, he managed to get a glimpse of those usually toned cheeks swelling at every bounce of Vegeta’s head. 

And with another roll of his balls, a powerful suck to his tip, and a squeeze of the base of his cock, Goku’s throbbing and twitching against Vegeta’s uvula before a final long, drawn out moan is torn from his throat. 

“Vegeta!” Goku cries, thrusting his hips as he desperately chases his impending orgasm. Only a few thrusts sent him over the finish line. His body tenses, toes clench in his boots, and fingers scrape off the wood of the chair as his penis erupts inside Vegeta’s mouth. 

Vegeta doesn’t even flinch. He swallows every last drop of Goku’s semen without a single complaint. 

“Vegeta, that’s enough.” Goku whimpers as his body begins to spasm at the oversensitivity thanks to Vegeta still deviously sucking his tip. 

One last strong suck that has Goku lifting his hips off the chair as he loudly moans does Vegeta decide to give his rival mercy. 

Panting, Goku slouches, utterly spent as he rides out his post orgasm bliss. In his dazed state, he manages to recognise Vegeta standing up adjacent to him. “Mmm.” He hums, far too exhausted and breathless to speak.

Vegeta speaks for him through a peck on the lips before heading out of the kitchen. 

Goku pouts. He still didn’t answer me… 

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Talking absolute waffle is Vegeta’s specialty. He’ll go on and on about how he’s going to absolutely demolish his opponent in several brutal ways; yap about his saiyan pride and ego; preach about his ever growing strength and how close he is to beating his long term rival. All of that just to go his own way and continue in his internal monologue as he trains — hell, Vegeta falls asleep to the mantra. Now, don’t get Goku wrong, he loves how proud his prince can be. Even if it means he’ll be brutally humbled by someone else seconds later. It’s rather arousing hearing those cruel words being spat in his face. Despite knowing he can — and has — beat his prince in a spar. But he’ll give Vegeta some credit with how far he’s come with their new training routines. 

However, Goku really enjoys when Vegeta runs his mouth in the bedroom. 

Oh god does every erotic threat roll of that sadistic tongue so smoothly. Vegeta could only be given one stupid word and he’d still find a way to say it so sensually that it has Goku’s knees buckling, ready to submit on all fours. 

Like today. 

A brutal, all out spar in an open field without civilisation to worry about. Only focus is keeping up with every charged kick, impressive tactic, and powerful punch ready to strike their faces. Goku cannot deny that every hit had his eyes rolling so far into the back of his head. He would’ve orgasmed on the spot with their scrap alone, but the addition of Vegeta’s cockiness has him painfully throbbing in his gi already. 

“You really thought I would fall for something so stupid?”

“Come on, Kakarot, you’re acting way too sloppy. You’re sparring a prince for fuck sake.” 

“Looks like the great Kakarot isn’t so great after all.” 

Goku can’t stop repeating those words in his mind. It’s crippling his focus. He’s slowly losing his ability to block hits from Vegeta. Simple kicks and swings that wouldn’t normally make him flinch. But his burning arousal is usurping his control over his own limbs. He’s begging for his prince to keep flinging him to the ground, fold him over his broad shoulder, exploit all of his weaknesses in both the bedroom and the battlefield. Each strike, each winding of his chest as it smacks against the dirt, every insult spewing rapid-fire from those smirking lips, has Goku struggling to keep himself together — to the point where he’s finding every opportunity to grind his cock against the grass for some form of relief.  

Now, as he’s standing across from his prince, Goku’s panting and helplessly erect. He leers at Vegeta, soaking in the sight of his small stature folding his arms over his chest so tightly, smirk still remaining. Of course he’s still fucking smirking. It’s that infectious ego. Vegeta’s so fucking obsessed with himself. So fucking smug. But god is it such an arousing sight to see. Unfortunately, he only gets a few more seconds to admire before he’s charged at, spun around and slammed onto his stomach as Vegeta straddles his ass. “Vegeta?” He coughs, feeling his arms pulled behind his back and bound together by his prince’s hands. 

Vegeta leans into Goku’s ear to spit, “Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid? That I wouldn’t notice you degrading your skills because you’re a horny fucking slut?” 

Goku shivers as his cock leaks at those feral words. “I’m not.” He whines in defence. As if his cock hasn’t been threatening to burst all day. 

“Tch.” Vegeta scoffs before spitting on the ground next to Goku’s head. “Then why are you grinding your dick against the dirt?” He hisses. 

Whimpering, Goku pauses his hips that he didn’t realise were moving, and flops his head to the side. “Vegeta, please.” He pleads. Exactly one minute into the foreplay as usual. It’s shameful, yet, Goku knows it’ll fuel Vegeta’s dark fantasises even more. 

Vegeta barks a cruel laugh as he shuffles back to rest on Goku’s knees so he can get an eyeful at the sight of that fat ass before him. “You’re always so quick to beg, Kakarot. All because of my voice.” 

“Vegeta.” Goku whines. As much as he relishes Vegeta being an asshole, it’s pure agony waiting for his touch while his penis spends all day screaming for friction. To his luck, Vegeta’s giving his ass a rough spank before flipping him over onto his back. Goku bucks up his hips as his prince straddles his lap. 

Smirk standing strong, Vegeta moulds his hand around Goku’s protruding boner and rubs the damp fabric between two fingers. He feels his lover tremble beneath him. “As much as I’d love to pound that fat ass of yours into the ground, I was rather enjoying our spar.” 

Despite being desperate, Goku decides to add his own smug by teasing, “Yeah, but ya wasn’t gonna win.” His defence is cut short by a pathetic moan as that devious hand decides to squeeze the base of his cock that shamefully throbs against Vegeta’s palm. 

“I could have killed you today since you’re more focused on having my dick up your ass than blocking a basic punch.” Vegeta chuckles, using his other hand to reach for his trembling lover’s sash. 

Goku pouts. “Nuh-uh. I was still gonna beat ya.” 

“Right.” Vegeta rolls his eyes as he unties Goku’s sash and releases his cock from the orange fabric. He licks his lips at the sight of it slapping against Goku’s shirt. “Want to keep fighting or do you want me to take care of this?” 

Goku chews on his bottom lip for a moment. If he were to deny pleasure now just to spar, he’ll end up either ejaculating in his gi from another kick or Vegeta will rag him back home and drag out the foreplay for as long as possible until Goku’s sobbing for it. Although that would be pure bliss for Goku’s masochistic tendencies, he knows too well that his cock is already painful enough to deal with any more teasing. So, he gives in, aware of the impressive swell of Vegeta’s pride. “I want ya, Vegeta.” 

Vegeta snorts, “I thought so,” before shuffling closer to wrap his fist around Goku’s cock. “I fucking love how easy it is to wrap you around my finger.” 

“I’m not that easy.” Goku says despite his breath shaking. 

“Not easy, yet you’re already leaking this much after having me beat your ass.” Vegeta muses as he slowly moves his hand, dragging back Goku’s foreskin and pushing it back up at an agonising pace. He makes sure to swipe his thumb over that weeping slit — something he knows will have Goku threatening to spurt into his fist. 

Goku’s jaw falls slack as he moans at the friction. “Y’know ya can move yer hand a little faster.”

“Why should I? Who says you’ve earned it?” Vegeta teases. “I don’t want you finishing already before I’ve had any fun.” 

“Vegeta, ya’ve been drivin’ me crazy all day.” Goku whimpers as he fists the grass. 

“I know.” Vegeta retorts. “I saw your fucking eyes roll back every time I insulted you. You’re such a slut for it.” 

Moaning, Goku’s eyes flutter close as Vegeta’s hand finally increases in speed. “Keep talkin’ like that.” 

Vegeta is far from opposed to that. He knows his erotic words can turn Goku into a whiny puddle of mush in his grasp. He’s aware of how his impressive dominance is conveyed through his dirty talk. “You fucking love my voice, don’t you? You love hearing it remind you of how much of a whimpering mess you can be.” 

“Yes.” Goku whines, fucking himself into Vegeta’s working fist. 

“And I’m only jerking you off. Yet, you’re using my hand as a fucking fleshlight because you’re that desperate.” 

Goku shivers at the euphoric tremors travelling down his spine and dispersing at his crotch. His legs can’t stop trembling, toes are curling in his boots, and fingers are stripping the ground clear of grass. He’s acting as if his prostate is the one being stimulated. But he’s only receiving a simple handjob. It’s mortifying how responsive his body is. The fact that Vegeta could just lick the tendons of his neck and it would already have him writhing off the bed as he begs to be fucked like the submissive, third class slut he is. But with how Vegeta is purring at him, Goku wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m yours, Vegeta. Goku can’t not submit to his prince. How could anyone deny his dominance? Vegeta’s aura alone has Goku getting on his knees, ready to wait for his next order. 

Especially when the prince is saying such blasphemous things. 

“You’re fucking shaking, slut. Going to finish already?” 

“I can feel you throbbing like crazy in my fist. That’s right, fucking whimper like the whiny third class bitch you are.” 

“Fuck, you’re a sight to see. Imagine all of your friends seeing you like this right now. I bet they’d wonder how their favourite hero is so easily defeated by a simple handjob.” 

“That’s right, fucking tremble when you say my name.” 

“Fuck, Vegeta.” Goku moans, teeth chattering and jaw clenching. His thrusting hips lost their rhythm from before as instincts take over to prepare him for the brewing orgasm that is seconds away from crippling him. 

Vegeta’s still smirking as he purrs out dirty nonsense that both stroke Goku’s cock and his own ego that’s inflating at a rapid rate. He fucking adores when Goku is in this state. When his hips are lifting in the air, penis is leaking and spreading pre through the gaps of his fingers, and moans are increasing in frequency and volume. It’s a goddamn sight to fucking see. A luxury for Vegeta to have all to himself. And the cause is him. His hands, voice, and overall dominance. Fuck, does it feel like pure bliss. Now he gets to witness his favourite part. The final act: Goku’s orgasm. The beautiful show of Goku’s entire body spasming against the soil, whiny whimpers as he struggles to express his pleasure, and his balls tightening before the tip of his cock wonderfully erupts underneath the prince’s swiping thumb. 

“Vegeta!” Goku moans as he succumbs to his orgasm. His eyes screw close and fists strangulate the dry grass. He feels the pressure in his groyne alleviate as he spurts his pearly semen into Vegeta’s wanking fist in thick strips. He then trembles and twitches in the afterglow, enjoying the gentle stroking of Vegeta’s hand before it’s removed from his softening penis. 

“I’ll never grow tired of how easy it is to rile you up.” Vegeta laughs as he cleans his gloves with his mouth. 

Goku breathlessly giggles. “So ya was teasin’ me on purpose this whole time?” 

Vegeta swallows before curling his lips back into his signature smirk. “I wasn’t at first. But when I saw how worked up you were getting, I thought I’d make you even harder.” 

Sighing, Goku pushes himself up, “Yer such an asshole, Vegeta.” 

Vegeta snorts. “Yet me being an asshole has you sneezing into my hand in less than a minute.” 

“Hey! It was longer than a minute!” Goku whines as he smacks his lover’s shoulder. 

“Right…” 

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Vegeta has always had bad days — hell, he spent 30 years of his life with a stick up his ass. As much as he prides himself in dealing with struggles by himself, stonewalling his stress can only get him so far. He can scream, verbally abuse innocent bystanders, and blow up planets all he likes, but it’s never enough to calm him down. Vegeta’s ruthless temper is impossible to defuse. Bulma’s tried for years, but every attempt is like throwing graphite into the core of a nuclear reactor. In other words, futile. 

Until Vegeta pushed his pride aside and realised his true feelings for his rival. 

Is Goku still annoying as ever? Yes. Does he still find away to make that protruding vein throb on Vegeta’s forehead at every minor inconvenience? Yes. But oddly, Vegeta is able to calm himself down when alone with his lover. It’s shameful. Utterly mortifying that the man he’s spend decades trying to defeat in battle is the only one that can soothe his vexation with simple affection. A warm snuggle in the privacy of their own bedroom, soft kisses to his flushed cheeks, and Goku’s lack of shame when it comes to verbally expressing his love are enough to stop Vegeta’s blood pressure from skyrocketing. 

However, their tender moments aren’t the only way to extinguish his anger… 

Vegeta truly believed he’s had a very satisfying sex life during his days in the force and his marriage with Bulma. Yet his experience with Goku has warped his expectations for life. Every encounter is more satisfying than the last. No matter how riled up he gets from stress, Vegeta can count on pounding Goku into the mattress to alleviate his rage. Making him moan, whimper, and whine as his body spasms, writhes, and trembles is so fucking gratifying. 

But that’s not the best part. 

Not only does railing Goku into an oblivion distract Vegeta, his lover’s ass is the perfect solution. 

Despite the myriad of rears Vegeta’s seen, none had him salivating quicker than Goku’s heart-shaped ass wiggling in his vicinity. It’s the perfect shape and size. Muscular thanks to his extensive regimen, but fat enough to feel like two bulbous pillows whenever Vegeta buries his face into it. So, when he’s furious, he’ll allow himself to leer at his lover when bending over or just standing in front of him before giving into a cheeky grope here and there — Goku especially loves it when Vegeta grabs his ass in public. 

So after a torturous day that today has been, Vegeta knows exactly what he’s doing when he returns to their home. He managed to survive the 30 minute travel back with Whis, replaying the entire training session with Beerus in his mind without causing any collateral damage to innocent planets or spitting enough brutal bullshit that Whis has to knock him out for the rest of the journey. Although repeating Beerus’ cruel insults in regard to his lack of strength in their spar almost made him combust, Vegeta reminded himself of his reward. His delectable treat that will wash away his fury. 

The second they landed on Earth, Vegeta was quick to dismiss the angel and Bulma by shooting off and heading straight to his shared apartment at lightening speed. He lands on the balcony and rags open the French doors, startling Goku from his post shower nap, and dives on the bed. 

“Vegeta?” Goku croaks. 

Entranced by the fresh smell of vanilla shower gel, Vegeta buries his nose into the crook of Goku’s neck and presses his body flush against the back of his lover’s. “Fuck, you smell good.” He groans. 

Goku laughs. “Bulma gave me more of her fancy soaps.” 

Vegeta plants a kiss on Goku’s neck before pushing his giggling lover onto his stomach and sliding down so he could face plant onto Goku’s ass. 

“Bad day again?” Goku asks, reaching a hand down to stroke through Vegeta’s spikes. 

Vegeta ignores Goku’s question. “Take these off.” He grunts as he tugs on his lover’s sash. 

Half asleep, Goku’s complying by lifting up his hips so the prince can slide his hands underneath and rag his sash apart before pulling down Goku’s gi bottoms. 

Vegeta licks his lips at the slight wiggle of the flesh when Goku flops his lower body back onto the bed. With his hands, he grabs each cheek, straining his fingers to cup all of the fat, and squeezes like his lover’s ass like it’s his stress ball. 

Goku softly moans, feeling his cock begin to stir awake. “I love it when ya get like this, Vegeta.” He teases as his eyes flutter open. 

“Shut up.” Vegeta grumbles. His cheeks flush at the shame of how easily he’s hypnotised by his lover’s rear, however, he’s far too stressed to give a shit. So he indulges in his reward for handling today with a pinch of ease (according to his own standards, anyway) by spreading Goku’s asscheeks apart to greet the pink, furled muscle as his lover raises his hips. “You take the piss out of me, yet I’m already making your slutty hole beg for it.” He purrs as he strokes a thumb over Goku’s asshole, feeling it wink against his fingerprint. 

“Mmm. Y’know I’m right. Ya always drop yer guard when ya see my ass.” Goku hums. He stretches out his limbs, purposefully pushing his ass closer to Vegeta’s face, before relaxing. 

“You’re lucky I’ve had a bad day otherwise I would’ve punished you for saying that.” Vegeta hisses, though his threat was free of malice. He didn’t even look at the side of Goku’s face when he spoke. His leering eyes are glued to the ass before him. It’s so embarrassing. Absolutely mortifying. Yet, Vegeta would rather die than look away. Mouth salivating, Vegeta delves his tongue in, gliding down from Goku’s crack, over his asshole, across his taint, and behind his sac, tasting that light layer of sweat mixed with body wash as he elicits a soft moan from Goku. 

“That feels nice.” Goku hums with delight, folding his arms and resting his head on top. He looks at the dresser across before closing his eyes to focus on Vegeta’s hot tongue tracing over his asshole. 

Taking a deep breath, Vegeta shoves his face between Goku’s asscheeks and squeezes them against his head as he swirls his tongue around that gaping rim, groaning at the delectable taste. He’s needed this. After Beerus’ animosity, Vegeta really had to question his morals. But this right now, face buried between those pillowy mounds of flesh, mouth devouring that pink furled hole before him, is Vegeta’s way of counting to ten. To have the privilege of drawing out Goku’s erotic moans. To make his legs twitch before they begin to shake. Just having his mouth worshipping that fat, mouthwatering ass is enough. Vegeta almost wants to repent for all of his past sins so Kami above can forgive him and allow the prince to keep this luxury. 

However, Vegeta still isn’t satisfied. 

He places a kiss on Goku’s puckering ring before pulling his flushed face away and inhaling fresh air instead of his own second hand breath. Vegeta already expected the huff of disappointment from Goku, so he spanks him before scolding, “Don’t be a brat. I’m far from finished.” He wipes his mouth with his forearm as he crawls over to lay his head on the pillows. Cupping Goku’s pouting face, he orders, “Sit on my face.” 

Goku’s pout transitions into a cheeky smile as he pushes himself up and climbs over the prince’s torso — albeit with struggle thanks to his loose bottoms restricting his legs from stretching. 

Vegeta watches eagerly, staring straight at that fat ass shaking ever so slightly as it tauntingly makes its way closer and closer to his face before it hovers above. “Fuck. I’ll never get over this view, Kakarot.” 

Goku laughs. “Yer such a perv, Vegeta.” 

Vegeta rolls his eyes before gripping onto Goku’s hips, digging his fingers deep enough to bruise the flesh, and rags that ass down onto his goddamn face. He wastes no time diving straight in, devouring that hole, making Goku whimper as he grinds down on his tongue. Vegeta groans, pushing Goku down even further, almost suffocating himself with those mounds of flesh. 

Whimpering, Goku laces his fingers with his lover’s to steady himself as he grinds his hips, making Vegeta’s tongue hit all of the right spots of his sensitive ring that his legs begin to tremble. He squeezes his prince’s fingers tightly, borderline crushing his knuckles, as a shaky, long moan drags itself out, slipping between his trembling lips. “Vegeta.” 

Vegeta can feel his lover unravelling above. Those creamy thighs quivering against his face. The gripping of Goku’s clammy hands. And that hole. The gates of heaven puckering against the flat of his tongue, begging to be penetrated, gagging for the prince to enter. And who is Vegeta to deny his lover? Another trace around the muscle and the prince is teasing just the tip inside. Flicking and thrusting it ever so slightly, leaving Goku to desperately attempt to clench around and trap his tongue inside as he whines. 

“Vegeta, please.” 

Vegeta snorts beneath his lover as he slides his fingers out of Goku’s grasp and uses his hands to lift up his lover’s hips. He maintains eye contact with his asshole, admiring the glistening of his saliva while he purrs, “Are you going to ride my tongue like a good boy?”

Goku’s quick to nod, “Yes.” 

“I can’t wait to feel your slutty hole spasm around my tongue.” Vegeta groans, bucking up his hips as his cock throbs in his spandex at his own dirty talk. It’s irking that even his own words turn him on. But dirty talk has always been his best sport since it allows the deepest, filthiest part of his perverted mind to reveal itself and express all of its naughty thoughts. He would love to tease Goku longer, but after his own threat and watching Goku’s asshole visibly react to his words, he’s quickly slamming Goku’s ass back down on his face, creating an audible smack! as those fat cheeks whack against him. He spreads them apart and wastes no time slipping his tongue inside, cock twitching at the lack of resistance. You’re such a slut for my tongue, aren’t you, third class? Is what he would’ve purred if his brain didn’t go offline and set his mouth to autopilot. 

Gasping, Goku grips onto Vegeta’s wrists with trembling hands as that sinful tongue thrusts into him. “Vegeta.” He moans, breathy and shaky as he attempts to swallow. He feels every nerve inside and out light up at the heavenly stimulation which intensifies at the grinding of his hips. Even as he moans and whimpers, he can hear the wet noises of Vegeta’s tongue discovering his prostate. It increases as his desperation leads him to bouncing as if he were riding his lover’s cock instead — though all of this is making him desire to…

Vegeta’s penis is now excruciatingly erect — and his tight spandex are only adding to the torture. Kakarot, you have no fucking clue of how much you’re turning me on right now. He’s had this internal conversation in regards to how surprised he is that Goku is the only man, the only saiyan that can make his cock this rigid and draw out his perverted persona plentiful times, yet, he’ll forever be flabbergasted. He’s always prided himself on his impeccable self control — hell, even with Bulma’s freaky side, he’s never been this down bad. But there’s something about Goku. Goku’s body that was sculpted by celestial beings aside, his ass, submissive side, and how easily he reacts to pleasure both vocally and physically. Without showing a single drop of shame. How Goku’s now riding his tongue like a fucking porn star, legs quivering against Vegeta’s cheeks, moaning and whimpering like a cam girl. Raw and unfiltered. Genuine. Genuine euphoria that is so fucking contagious that it sends Vegeta into a daze. Powerful enough to possess the prince and allow himself to ditch his pride and dominate his third class slut. Fuck is it all an experience. It has him straining an arm down so his hand can reach the hem of his spandex before slipping his fingers underneath to wrap around his cock, squeezing blissfully enough it has him groaning against Goku’s hole. 

Moaning at the vibration, Goku slows himself in order to whimper his next words more coherently, “Vegeta, please fuck me.” He looks down to find Vegeta practically strangulating the base of his cock at his plead.

Vegeta would’ve been an utter imbecile to deny that. Although it was agonising to lift his lover’s fat ass from his face, Vegeta’s erection cannot be left any longer. Grunting, Vegeta orders, “Since you were riding my tongue like a whore, you can fucking sit on my dick.” 

Goku’s about to turn himself around to he can face his prince, but is held in place by his prince’s hand gripping onto his ass. 

“No. I want to watch your fat ass bounce.” Vegeta demands. 

Laughing, Goku shuffles down to straddle over his lover’s thighs, hovering over for a moment so Vegeta can release his cock from its restraints before wrapping his fist around the thick base. “You’re so cute when yer act all pervy ‘cause of my ass.” Goku teases, leaning forward and angling the tip of Vegeta’s cock against his hole. Then he stops. “Oh, wait! We need the lube.” He looks over his shoulder to flash Vegeta a grin as he drops on his lover’s lap, lightly squashing his prince’s penis. 

Vegeta’s penis embarrassingly throbs against Goku’s rear as he exasperatedly sighs. “You’re such a mood killer, Kakarot.” 

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Patience is something Goku has never had. Everyone believes that Vegeta is the most impatient of the two, when in reality, Goku has a harder time waiting for something he wants. And that lack of patience doesn’t pair well with a teasing asshole such as Vegeta…

During their heated kissing just now, Goku’s loosing it. Tormented by those hungry lips dancing with his own as that hot tongue explores his mouth. Those gloved hands gripping onto his waist, pulling him closer to his prince, chests flush together as Vegeta’s clothed erection pushes against his stomach. Goku’s clit throbs and pussy contracts, soaking his briefs as his split second of patience dissipates, leaving him feral. He increases the rhythm of his lips, aggressive with frustration, and grinds on Vegeta’s lap, circling his hips in an attempt to receive some form of friction. But it’s still not enough. 

Vegeta has the audacity to chuckle in their kiss. He parts his lips away to tease, “Kakarot, it’s only been a minute and you’re already this frustrated?” He leans back into the sofa, curling his lips into a smirk, and leers at Goku’s pout. “It really is easy to wind you up.” 

Goku smacks Vegeta’s shoulder before ragging Vegeta’s palm down towards his crotch, pressing it against his clothed clit. He then humps against his prince’s hand, softly moaning, “Not my fault yer such a tease.” 

Snorting, Vegeta snatches his hand back and ignores Goku’s whine as he scolds, “I didn’t give you permission yet, third class.”

“Vegeta, please.” Goku huffs, utterly soaked and ready for Vegeta’s touch. The more his subconscious fantasises about Vegeta tracing his clit with the flat of his tongue, the more his desperation persists. “We haven’t done anythin’ since last week. I can’t wait any longer.” 

Licking his lips, Vegeta sighs. “Well, if you want it so badly, you have to work for it. You can’t always expect me to do all of the work, slut.” He notices Goku reaching for his buckle, to which he swats his lover’s hand away. “No, not like that. Since you like to hump me like a dog, you can get yourself off with my leg.” 

“Vegeta.” Goku whimpers. 

“Or don’t get off at all. The choice is yours, slut.” Vegeta shrugs. 

Huffing, Goku manoeuvres himself so that he’s sitting over one of Vegeta’s thighs, and begins to grind. It’s awkward at first. Trying to find the right angle that doesn’t make his clit lose sensation nor painfully lift up his clitoral hood. He manages to find the right spot after a couple tries, and when he does, he’s quick to grip onto Vegeta’s vest as he grinds his clitoris against the leather of his prince’s trousers. His hips move in circles at a languid pace, feeling the warmth of satisfaction against his vagina thanks to the friction. He wishes Vegeta would use those pliant, thick fingers that are resting on his other thigh, taunting Goku with their stillness. What he’d do to have that thumb rubbing him as the index and middle thrust and curl against his g-spot. He whimpers at the thought as he gushes, soaking through his boxers and now his gi, unknowingly creating his own snail trail on Vegeta’s lap. 

“Good boy.” Vegeta purrs, tucking strands of hair behind Goku’s ear as his lover’s head melts into his palm. His cock twitches at the other’s moan. Then he notices Goku’s eyes focusing on his free hand. “Are you think about my fingers inside of you, slut? Bet you wish it was me rubbing your clit.” 

Goku whimpers, rocking his hips faster. Vegeta staring at him so smugly has his pussy sopping as his clitoris throbs. “Vegeta, please.” 

“I swear all I ever hear from you is ‘please’.” Vegeta laughs as he curls two of his fingers to irk his lover. “I can feel how wet your pussy is, Kakarot.” Though, he should probably avoid the topic of Goku’s wetness before he caves into Goku’s desperation for the sake of his own sanity. As much as he would love to bury his face between his lover’s thighs and devour his favourite feast, he’s enjoying the current show. Hearing Goku’s moans and whines while he closes his eyes, resting the weight of his head in Vegeta’s palm as he pleasures himself is a sight to behold. “Bet you’ve left a puddle on my thigh.” He groans, bucking his own hips up to somewhat satisfy his needs. 

“Keep talkin’ like that.” Goku moans, clenching his legs together as his vaginal walls squeeze, leaking more lubricant by the minute. Vegeta’s right, there is a fucking puddle of his essence. Goku can feel it with every grind, every circle of his hips. The coolness of it mixing with the heat of his crotch, making his movements easier and smoother, adding more fuel to the fire. 

Vegeta can’t deny himself any longer. His itching fingers act against his control and reach to snake underneath Goku’s crotch, feeling the soggy material of his gi slide against his palm as he rests the back against the damp spot on his trousers. He deeply inhales as his aching cock leaks. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, baby.” 

Whining, Goku fucks himself against Vegeta’s hand, rapid with utter desperation, moaning with wanton abandon as euphoria surges through his being. “I need ya so bad, Vegeta.” He whimpers as he grips onto Vegeta’s wrist, holding it tightly in place so it can’t run away. Not now. Not when he’s officially found the perfect angle and pace. Unless Vegeta’s planning to help, his hand is staying put. 

“I want to feel it.” Vegeta groans, straining his thumb to graze over Goku’s clit. “I want to feel your pussy spasm when you come on my hand, Kakarot.” 

“Vegeta.” Goku moans. He arches his back as his pussy gapes at the bliss. He continues to rock against Vegeta’s rubbing thumb, chasing what he’s been needing all along. 

“Good boy, that’s it.” 

Goku’s lost all rhythm from before. Now, he’s fucking against that talented thumb with instinct, letting his clitoris possess him and use its desires to control his movements. Even though Vegeta’s moving ever so slightly, it’s enough stimulation for Goku to finish himself off. His toes curl in his boots, body tenses and shakes, and mouth hangs agape as he breathes through his mouth. He chases his fucking orgasm like it’s a race. The finishing line right in his grasp, taunting him with tremors of pleasure, making his vagina contract and pelvic floor squeeze as he runs through the black and white tape, crossing the line at record speed. “Vegeta!” He moans before the victory washes over him as a tsunami of euphoria wracking through his body, making him cream all over his prince’s palm, gaping as he does so, all while he continues to moan. Goku humps against Vegeta a couple more times before his oversensitive clit sends another orgasm his way. This time, Goku collapses into Vegeta’s chest, whimpering and twitching as he slows his hips. 

Vegeta lowly moans at the sensation of Goku’s vagina clenching and relaxing against his palm before slowly retracting his hand, watching it glisten with Goku’s wetness as he lifts it towards his face. “Fucking hell.” He breathes. 

Goku breathlessly laughs, “I’m still up for more.” 

Looking at Goku’s flushed face, Vegeta smirks, “Good. Because I’m far from done with that pussy of yours.” 

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Everyone has different ways of flirting. Suggestive looks, dirty nothings whispered in ears, groping in public, or some even desire to be blunt about their current urge. But for saiyans, the lines between sex and fighting are blurred. Sparring is the perfect way to get into another saiyan’s pants. Which is Goku’s plan for today. Vegeta has spent far too long focusing on expanding his limits, which has neglected Goku’s carnal needs. He’s attempted everything from pestering to shoving his ass in his lover’s face, but nothing could snap his prince out of his focus. So, today is the last straw. 

Vegeta didn’t hesitate to arrive at the location Goku set up. Acting nonchalant as ever, Goku lunges first, tricking the prince into believing this is a serious fight and not an attempt to get railed into next week. And despite his mouth watering at the prince’s flexing muscles that were becoming more and more exposed over time thanks to Goku tearing that slutty spandex to shreds, Goku remains focused, ignoring the crippling urge to grope and bury his face into Vegeta’s thick neck to inhale that musky sweat. 

But this isn’t the first time Vegeta’s played these games. He can see right through his lover. He’s not oblivious to Goku’s obvious gratification at every hit to his stupid face or the fact that Goku’s practically trying to strip him bare right here, on the battlefield. He’s intrigued to see how long Goku can keep this up — however, it wouldn’t be long before he finally breaks. 

The two come to a halt when Goku slams himself on top of his prince. He only lasted for a mere 5 minutes before his arousal became too much. And those lidded, feral eyes staring up at him has Goku’s sanity faltering. “Vegeta,” He breathes, grinding down on Vegeta’s clothed cock, feeling it slowly stir awake. 

Vegeta’s lips curl into a smirk. “I fucking knew it.” 

Goku tilts his head as he queries, “What do ya mean?” Despite already knowing the answer.

“You think I wouldn’t notice that you were only sparring with me today just so I’ll fuck you?” Vegeta chuckles, smug inflating at his own mental prowess. Though his own ego stroking is cut short by Goku biting down on his bottom lip as he attempts to suppress his laugh. “What?” 

“I’ll give ya points for noticin’ that. But yer still dun’ know my whole plan.” Goku teases as he sensually slides his hands down his torso before gripping onto the knot of his sash. 

Vegeta licks his lips. “I guess you got me there.” He muses. 

“Y’know, maybe if you paid attention to me these past few weeks, ya would’ve noticed what I’ve been wearin’ for ya underneath my gi.” Goku purrs, untying his sash ever so slowly, watching his prince’s smugness flicker as he slightly twitches with impatience. 

“So, get on with it then.” Vegeta sheepishly grumbles, averting his eyes as his cheeks begin to blossom pink. But his attempt to keep his pride alive is futile when Goku cups his face. 

“Nuh-uh. Yer gonna watch.” Goku teases before resuming untying his sash, maintaining his cheeky grin as he tosses the fabric to the side. He’s quick to pinch his shirt together before it could ruin the surprise. “I think yer gonna really like this, ‘Geta.” 

Vegeta doesn’t respond. He remains his flushed stare as his cock throbbing beneath Goku’s ass says everything for him. 

Not receiving a verbal response settles Goku’s victory. So, to reward his prince for finally giving in and pushing through his stubborn nature, Goku pulls apart his shirt, exposing the blue, lacy bra that perfectly cups and accentuates his pecs. 

Vegeta’s expression is fucking priceless. 

Goku watches his lover close his eyes and shakily sigh as his crotch bucks up beneath him. “Do ya like it? Bulma told me that you really like these sexy undies.” 

Reluctantly, Vegeta opens his eyes to take in the breathtaking sight before him. Curse Bulma for exposing one of his biggest weaknesses to Goku who is annoying enough to use it against him. But at the same time, he’s grateful because now he gets to witness this. He’s always leered Goku’s chest — how could he not? That damn gi shirt does nothing but present those fat breasts to the prince’s perverted gaze. And whenever Goku folds his fucking arms, it accentuates them even more. But that fucking bra. The lacy, slutty material that holds Goku’s celestial chest so beautifully, Vegeta’s penis is not only reaching full mast, but he’s smearing pre against the tight fabric of his spandex. 

And his blasphemous brain just has to accelerate his arousal as if he already isn’t crippled by it. 

If Goku is wearing a bra, then that also must mean he’s wearing a pair of lacy panties underneath too… 

Vegeta’s borderline ready to combust at the thought, let alone the potential sight. Vegeta’s favourite physical features of his attractive lover: his plump pecs and his fat ass. Both wrapped in an erotic clothing that the prince has been dreaming to see. All of his wet dreams have manifested this current moment and he’d be damned if he’d allow his ego to throw this opportunity away. 

“I’m assuming you’re wearing something else?” Vegeta asks as he exhales. No matter how much he tries to sound unbothered, his crimson face and bastard erection that keeps twitching against his lover’s perineum is giving it all away. 

Giggling, Goku continues to be irritating, “Why? Ya wanna see my panties, ya perv.” 

Rolling his eyes, Vegeta combs his fingers through his hair to not only soothe his frustration but also avoid succumbing to the powerful urge to grope his lover’s chest. “Kakarot, if you don’t get a move on with whatever it is you’re planning, I’m jerking myself off on your tits and leaving.” 

Shrugging, Goku turns himself around so Vegeta has a full view of his ass. “I dun’ think yer gonna walk away once ya see this.” 

Vegeta doesn’t get a second to retort back as the millisecond Goku’s gi bottoms fall and expose the matching blue panties that cup his lover’s heart shaped rear so perfectly, his brain begins to short-circuit. He thought Goku’s pecs were his weakness, but his lover’s ass takes the fucking cake. The way it wiggles ever so slightly as Goku lowers it down onto his lap, purposefully squashing his aching cock underneath the fat mounds of flesh. Vegeta cannot help himself any longer. Like the deprived man he is, he reaches his hands forward and grabs a handful of Goku’s cheeks, squeezing and kneading them like dough as he groans. “I’ll punish you for hiding this from me later.” He grumbles, bucking up his hips with need.

To which Goku gives in by turning back around to face his prince before rocking his hips, grinding down against Vegeta’s viscous cock, feeling the girth throb desperately.

“I was enjoying that view.” Vegeta scolds through gritted teeth as the pleasure from the friction switches his brain offline. Yet, it still isn’t enough. “Wait a second,” He orders before using one hand to lift Goku’s hips and his other to rag down his spandex, tearing them in the process to release his erection from its restraints.

Goku lowers back down, budging back so he can wrap his fist around Vegeta’s cock, languidly stroking before his lover gets the chance. He watches Vegeta softly moan as his jaw clenches. “I think ya’ve been needin’ this as much as me.” He teases, licking his lips as he swipes his thumb over his prince’s weeping tip. 

Shakily exhaling, Vegeta grunts, “You’re always distracting me from my training, Kakarot.” 

Goku’s far from surprised at Vegeta’s denial. He’s always been so stubborn despite his body conveying his desperation. He knows his lover has been aching for the same relief, and Goku is about to give them both what they’ve been gasping for. He uses his free hand to pull down his panties so his cock can spring free, allowing him to wrap his fist around his own. 

In the end, Vegeta’s given up on his pride. Goku looks far too delectable for him to even try to fight it. “You should wear this more often.” He sheepishly says as he slides a hand up Goku’s thigh, straining his fingers to reach the blue lace.

Moaning, Goku budges closer, allowing Vegeta to toy with him. “I’ve been wearin’ them for ages, but ya never were interested in me.” 

Feeling Goku’s hand slow down, Vegeta looks up at the dejected expression above. “I’m sorry for neglecting you, Kakarot.” 

“It’s okay,” Goku smiles, releasing his fist from his cock in order to intertwine his fingers with Vegeta’s. “I know yer jus’ wanna keep gettin’ stronger like me.”

Vegeta sighs. “You were right about balance.” 

“Huh?” 

Vegeta sits up and rags his lover onto his lap. He leans into Goku’s ear, combing his fingers through his spikes as he purrs, “That we can both train and fuck.” 

Moaning, Goku bucks his cock against Vegeta’s washboard stomach. “I really want it now, Vegeta. I’ve been wantin’ yer to fuck me for ages.” He whines before flashing a pout when Vegeta pulls away and looks at him. 

“If I ever deny you again, Kakarot, just wear this set again and I’m all yours.” 

Goku bites down on his bottom lip and shoves Vegeta back down onto the ground once more before laying on top, resting on his chest, emphasising his cleavage as he teases, “This is the only underwear I brought anyways.” 

Vegeta strains his eyes to look down at Goku’s chest before looking back up at that sultry, submissive grin. “And it’s the only thing I’m letting you wear from now on, slut.” He smirks as he smacks his hands onto Goku’s ass. 

Goku whimpers as the prince’s fingers sneakily slide underneath the hem. “Vegeta, please.” 

“I love how quickly you fold, Kakarot.” Vegeta chuckles before presenting his fingers to his lover’s mouth. “Wet them for me, baby.” 

Goku doesn’t hesitate. He engulfs his plump lips around those fingers, sucking diligently as if it were Vegeta’s cock, lathering them with enough saliva. He then languidly slides Vegeta’s wet fingers out of his mouth and grabs his wrist with one hand, using the other to push his panties to the side, and pulls Vegeta’s hand down to his ass. 

The display almost had Vegeta orgasming on the spot. He instinctively spread apart Goku’s cheeks as his lover guides his hand to his asshole. Ghosting his fingers over his rim to tease, Vegeta purrs, “You’re such a slut for it. Dressing up for me and now ragging my hand around? Fuck, you’re desperate.” 

Goku is about to whine something back, but Vegeta’s slipping two fingers inside with ease, which distracts him with his own moan as he flops his head down on his prince’s chest. 

“Take us back home.” Vegeta orders. “I want you wet enough so I can watch your fat ass wiggle in those panties and your tits bounce in that bra while I fuck you until the bed collapses beneath us.” 

Despite his concentration wavering at the sensation of Vegeta’s fingers curling against his prostate, Goku manages to press two fingers against his forehead and lock onto their home.

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Vegeta thought he had his self-control. He truly, truly believed that he could meditate his carnal desires away as he trains his body to its limits. That three years without sexual pleasure would be a fucking breeze, but not even six months in, Vegeta’s starting to lose it. It started off simple at first: frequent wet dreams, random erections, and an ache in his groin that would only last a couple hours before giving up on pestering. However, cold showers and meditation could only do so much. It progressed further, resulting in Vegeta’s already terrifying temper becoming sinister as Goku’s breathing could set him off. Every day started off in an abhorrent mood, making their training become less effective as Vegeta focused on fighting with his emotions rather than focusing on skill and tactics. 

Then, by the fifth month, things became weirder…

Everything turned Vegeta on — even when Goku slurps on his slop, Vegeta’s brain manipulated the noise to sound like a sloppy blowjob! And Goku wandering around the time chamber naked, full body on display, bending over with that fat ass and unknowingly baring hole to the depraved prince who would’ve instantly looked away a month ago. But now, Vegeta’s leering at his rival, eyeing the third class like a piece of meat akin to a starved beast. Goku’s mere existence that revolted him their first day in here now has Vegeta wishing he could find some privacy to stroke himself stupid to his rival. He’s tried to satisfy himself in the bathroom, only to be rudely interrupted by Goku barging in. Vegeta could be washing his hands or relieving his bowels and Goku would still enter and chat the prince’s ear off without a care in the world. So he opted for night time when that shameless bastard is fast asleep. The idiot can sleep through a nuclear explosion, so the slapping of skin from Vegeta stroking himself frantically wouldn’t stir him awake. But the beds are across from each other. Covered by the thin, translucent curtains. Not to mention Goku’s nightly flatulence makes it difficult for Vegeta to focus... Which leaves Vegeta to toss and turn all night with an aching erection until his body gives up from exhaustion. He has no choice to power through for the next month. To condition his eyes to not focus on that furled, pink asshole presented to him every time Goku bends down to look in the cupboards, and to train his brain to stop filling in the erotic blanks of what his horny self desires to do to that ass before him. 

But by month seven, Vegeta couldn’t take it anymore. 

Leering at that delicious asshole presented to him for the umpteenth time, Vegeta finally crashes out. He kicks the kitchen table over and shoots up from his chair. He strokes his fingers through his hair, panting as he feels Goku’s eyes on him, before gripping onto his roots as he exasperatedly shouts, “That’s it! I can’t take this fucking shit anymore!” 

Goku tilts his head akin to a confused puppy as he drops his ass on the floor. “You okay, Vegeta?” 

Face flushed, Vegeta looks across at his rival as he sinks back down into his chair. “No. I’m having a fucking wank so you can either watch or piss off and train!” He tears off his spandex and lets his cock spring free, slapping against his stomach before he wraps a fist around it and strokes like his life depends on it. He moans without shame, sinking into the chair as month’s worth of frustration is alleviated from the orgasmic friction. 

“What ya doin?” Goku asks, watching Vegeta’s expert fist as he tries to decipher the current display. 

Vegeta grunts, “What do you fucking think?” 

“Oh. Oh...” Goku clicks on. His face heats up as his own cock begins to harden. “I thought I was the only one who was needin’ to jerk off. Guess I didn’t bring this for no reason.” 

Vegeta, very reluctantly, slows his hand as he watches Goku rush over to their beds and retrieve something. When Goku returns, the prince gawks at the bottle of lube in his rival’s hand. “Kakarot, why the fuck do you have lube?!” 

“‘Cause,” Goku applies the lubricant to his fingers before dismissing the bottle and lying down on his back in front of Vegeta. “It makes doin’ this much easier.” He uses one arm to hug his knees to his chest while he uses the other to help his lubricated fingers reach his asshole. 

Vegeta’s mouth remains agape as he witnesses Goku stroke his fingers over his hole, teasing the muscle like he’s done this more than once before slipping two inside with ease. He swallows at how pliant Goku’s asshole seemed. “Holy shit.” Vegeta says aloud. But hearing that moan from Goku washes his embarrassment away quicker than it came. “Have you been fingering yourself the whole time we’ve been here?” 

Goku whimpers, curling his fingers against his prostate. “Nah. I didn’t know if ya minded or not, but since yer touching yer penis like that in front of me, I figured I can do this now.” 

Normally, Vegeta would’ve banished Goku to the bathroom if he wanted to finger himself stupid right in front of his eyes, but Vegeta is far too sexually frustrated — and quite frankly, enjoying the show. So, he disregards his morals and how bizarre the current situation is. “We’re never telling anyone about this, Kakarot.” 

Goku moans, “I won’t tell if you won’t,” as he arches his back at the pleasure. 

“Good boy.” Vegeta praises before picking up the pace with his hand. Then it hits him. Why the fuck did I just say that? But that’s for him to stress about later. Right now, he’s getting off and relishing the view of his rival whimpering and moaning as he fingers himself with precision. He watches Goku’s asshole go crazy around his fingers as the wetness of the lubricant and the sound of Goku’s knuckles smacking against his rim reverberate around the chamber alongside Vegeta’s grunts. Has Kakarot always looked this good? The sight is enough to persuade Vegeta to take advantage of the third class. He’s clearly submitting to his prince with how he’s trying his best to maintain eye contact. Those wide, submissive eyes looking as if he’s waiting for an order. Vegeta’s pride swells — though his cock does more when Goku’s removing his free arm from his knees, opening his legs, and reaching to tug on his rigid nipples, pinching and rubbing the nub. 

“Fuck, you know what you like.” Vegeta teases through gritted teeth as the action inspires the prince to reach his free hand to tug on his sack. At this rate, his usually impressive stamina will soon be nonexistent thanks to his rival. Why does he have to moan like that? Why is he so noisy? So physically sensitive to pleasure? Exactly how Vegeta likes his sexual partners. Whiny, submissive, desperate. The world’s strongest warrior, Earth’s innocent hero, easily reduced to putty from his own fucking fingers. And how long has this bastard been playing with his asshole? When did he even discover such a thing? Was it accidental? Or does the supposedly sheltered Son Goku secretly enjoy pornographic material? If so, what does he watch? What does innocent Kakarot love to fuck himself stupid to? He seems too fucking eager to finger himself in front of me, so does he imagine his fingers are mine? 

Vegeta’s mind is racing. Every second he spends leering at Goku masturbating like a cam girl, his perverted mind becomes raunchier and raunchier. At first, he’s asking questions. Now, he’s trying to withhold himself from pouncing on Goku. His body is itching to loom over the submissive saiyan, lick the flat of his tongue down Goku’s throat to feel those porn star moans vibrate against it, and sink himself inside his asshole. His hand is no longer satisfying. Seven months without penetration is enough to make anyone go insane. Clearly, Goku can’t handle the torture well, either. 

Fuck it! Vegeta pounces, feral, like an animal in heat, slamming both palms beside Goku’s shoulders. “What happens in the time chamber,” He grabs Goku’s wrists and slowly retracts his hand away from his asshole. “Stays in the chamber.” 

Goku whimpers at the loss before gasping at the sudden thickness stretching his hole. “Vegeta, please.” He grips onto Vegeta’s broad shoulders as he allows his prince’s viscous cock to slowly penetrate his eager asshole. “Nobody needs to know we’re doin’ this.” 

And nobody has the faintest clue of their raunchy training to this day…

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Everyday there’s something new happening in the bedroom. Goku doesn’t know what to expect, but that only excites him. Each time his prince lies with him, it’s bold and thrilling, with new ways to touch Goku, different positions to stimulate his prostate, and arousing additions to the bedroom. 

However, Goku didn’t expect the fantasy for tonight...

He lays on the bed, undressed, flushed and hard, lubed and prepped, waiting patiently for his prince after Vegeta instructed him to do so. Goku blows a raspberry to himself as the flame from the candle across the room crackles. He strains his neck to look down at his aching cock, debating on whether or not he should stroke himself while he waits now that his patience is running thin, but Vegeta’s warning from earlier burns through him. So, he waits. For six whole, long, torturous minutes. 

Then he hears footsteps. 

Goku perks up, unaware that he was another minute away from falling asleep, and sits up to greet his prince. 

Vegeta stands before his lover, naked and erect, but with a burgundy cape wrapped around his neck. His cock stands as proud as the smirk plastered on his smug face. He relishes the way Goku’s mouth hangs open, looking down at his cock as Vegeta slowly walks over to the bed. “We’re doing something a little different tonight, Kakarot.” 

Goku swallows, continuing to leer at his prince’s cock. “We always do somethin’ different.” He titters. When Vegeta’s thighs reach the end of the bed, Goku snaps out of his perverted gaze and looks up at his lover. 

Vegeta chuckles. “I know we always experiment, but this is something that we are yet to try.” He slides his hand down his muscular stomach, languid for Goku’s eyes to follow until he reaches the base of his cock. He wraps his fists around and slowly strokes, grunting, “Just go along with it.” 

“Okay.” Goku nods as he lays back down, letting his lover climb on top of him. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around Vegeta’s neck and legs around his waist, ready for those lips to connect with his own. 

Vegeta pulls back, sliding his cock over Goku’s, purring, “You’re no longer the earth Saiyan ‘Son Goku’.” 

Goku whimpers when he feels the tip of Vegeta’s cock slip over his asshole. “I’m not?”

“No.” Vegeta licks his lips as he teasingly rubs his penis over the furled muscle, feeling it react against his tip. “You’re my royal concubine.” He shivers at Goku’s moan in response to him slowly penetrating, only thrusting the tip inside. “The great Vegetasei warrior, Kakarot.” 

Moaning, Goku reaches for underneath his knees and pulls his legs up higher, desperate for his prince’s cock. “Y-yes, yer majesty,” He submits, looking up at Vegeta with lidded eyes. He expects that to be enough for Vegeta to speed the teasing up, but his prince seems to be on a different page. 

Vegeta cups his lover’s face before delving his tongue in, dragging it over Goku’s cheek bone, eliciting a gasp from his lover as he savours the taste. He chuckles, deep and sultry, “It’s ‘your royal highness,’” before leaning back to stare at Goku’s blushing cheeks. “I’m not king yet.” To add to the torture, Vegeta pulls out and resumes rubbing his cock over Goku’s gaping hole. 

Whining, Goku tries to push his hips forward. “Please.” He begs. Utterly desperate for his prince. He was teased enough earlier by Vegeta’s talented fingers thrusting and curling, stretching out his asshole for later while denying his orgasm, that having just that thick tip breaching him ever so slightly is enough to drive Goku insane. And this role-play. The way Vegeta’s purring at him, boosting his own ego and flexing his royal heritage, emphasising the class difference between them fuels Goku’s submissive role further. Goku needs his prince now. He needs to be put in his place. So he cries, “Please fuck me, yer royal highness, sir!” 

Cock throbbing at ego boost, Vegeta decides to give mercy just this once — by slamming into his lover without warning. He shivers at the loud moan ripping from Goku’s throat as he brutally thrusts, making the bed slam back and forth, chipping away the plaster on the wall. 

“My prince!” Goku moans, mouth falling agape as he grips onto the bedsheets. Vegeta’s hips are relentless. All the control from his body fizzles away with each brutal pound against his prostate. The electric surges of pleasure ignite every nerve ending, destroying each and every one of his brain cells in the process. He’s left in a state where all he can do is moan, whine, and whimper out Vegeta’s royal title as his body writhes and spasms from the pleasure. 

Vegeta groans as Goku’s asshole flexes and convulses around his cock, sucking him back in with each thrust. “My Kakarot.” He grunts, collapsing on top of his lover so their hot chests are flush together. With this new angle, Vegeta can feel himself reach deeper, making Goku moan louder as he claws onto his back. He moans as those blunt fingernails scrape the skin off his back. “Who’s fucking you?” He growls. 

“My prince!” Goku cries, wrapping his legs around his prince and squeezing his tiny waist. 

“And who are you, Kakarot?” 

The sound of skin slapping against skin almost usurps Goku’s whimper of, “Y-yer conbubine!” 

Vegeta breathily chuckles, “Close enough,” before pulling out and flipping Goku over onto his stomach. He doesn’t give his lover chance to complain as he rags up his hips and slams back inside. 

Goku moans like a goddamn porn star as his head flops to the side, smearing his drool against the pillow. “My prince.” He whimpers, curling his toes and fingers. He thought their first position hit the right spot, but with his pecs pressed against the bed and ass up for his prince, Vegeta’s cock is hitting everywhere with its blissful rhythm. 

“That’s right, my Kakarot.” Vegeta grunts, swatting Goku’s ass and watching it wiggle from the impact. “I’m your prince.” 

“Vegeeetaaaa!” 

“Fucking sing my name, Kakarot.” Vegeta smugly purrs despite the way Goku moaned his name almost had him finishing on the spot. This is how he’s always wanted his rival. Submitting to him. Bending the knee and acknowledging his royalty. Respecting his status and right to the throne despite no longer having a race to rule. But Goku is here. Even now as his lover, Vegeta owns him. Controls him. Rules one of the last saiyans in existence. The saiyan that bested him over and over, stole his birthright to super saiyan, Son fucking Goku. Though he has much love for him — more than he’d like to admit to himself — Vegeta still finds it gratifying to make Goku kneel for him. More specifically, get on his hands and knees and cry out his royal name as Vegeta rearranges his guts. 

“So close, my prince.” Goku strains out, pressing his trembling thighs together. Although Vegeta’s stopped spewing sexy nonsense, Goku can feel Vegeta’s ego radiating. He’s aware of how much Vegeta’s getting off from this fantasy. It’s what he’s always wanted. Though, throughout their steamy sex life and inside the battlefield, there’s no malice behind their rivalry anymore, Goku’s aware that Vegeta still gets satisfaction from this. And Goku fucking adores it. He loves how smug Vegeta is. How his prince could spent all day stroking his own pride, boasting about his wins, and taking full advantage of Goku’s submissive nature. That every time Goku’s in this state, all of his control in the palm of Vegeta’s hand, his prince is having an internal monologue of humiliation. Thinking about how pathetic Goku is whining and moaning so loudly from his touch. That his cock is the catalyst. His fucking penis is how he can finally defeat Goku — and Goku has no problem throwing in the towel and accepting his defeat. “I’m all yours, my prince.” He manages to moan through chattering teeth. 

Vegeta can’t help but moan himself as his cock throbs. “Submit to your highness, Kakarot.” 

Goku wanted to follow his prince’s orders, but his orgasm decided to get their first. All he could moan was, “Vegeta!” Before his balls tightened, body contracted, and toes clenched as his swinging penis throbs. Thick, pearly jets of semen erupt from his slit and splatter across the bedsheets, some landing on his chest as Vegeta fucks him through the tsunami of pleasure. 

“That’s it, come on my cock, Kakarot.” Vegeta groans, feeling his own orgasm begin to brew as that tight ring clenches around his cock. He thrusts a few more times, letting Goku ride through the waves of pleasure and relishing the way his asshole convulse around the length of his dick before slowly pulling out. 

Consumed by the loss, Goku’s hips finally give in and flop onto the bed. His eyes flutter close as he surrenders to the final aftershocks of his orgasm. He’s far into his daze that he doesn’t register Vegeta’s grunts to himself until warmth slaps against his ass in spurts. “Vegeta.” He hums, lips curling into a small smile. 

Breathless, Vegeta runs his fingers through his sweaty spikes as he admires the mess he made on Goku’s ass. “Fuck.” He exhales. 

“I really enjoyed tonight, Vegeta.” Goku softly sighs as he stretches out his limbs. “Sorry, I mean, yer highness.” 

Vegeta rolls his eyes and smacks Goku’s ass as his lover giggles. “I’m surprised you managed to catch on with the role-play, idiot.” 

“Hey!”  

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Clothes and boots discarded in front of their closed bedroom door, Goku follows his lover into the ensuite, watching Vegeta slide open the shower door and reach to turn the faucet. 

Vegeta steps underneath the shower head, letting his hair fall down from the weight of the water as he sighs. “Are you going to watch me shower or join?” He teases as he turns around to face his flushed lover. 

Goku clears his throat and snaps himself out of his staring. “Sorry.” He sheepishly apologises before stepping into the shower and sliding the door closed. He feels Vegeta’s hands lovingly grab his waist and pull him underneath the head, making the water drench them both. He looks into Vegeta’s eyes, melting into that sweet gaze as he admires his boyfriend’s vanity. “I can’t believe this is real.” He titters.

Vegeta laughs, pulling Goku closer. “I can’t wait to begin training with you.”

Goku can’t stop himself from smiling. His lips refuse to lower and close. The excitement to not only train himself to new limits but also spend the rest of his life with the older man who saved him from the worst has his heart fluttering. Though a small part of him still has queries on why another man is the answer to his heartache, Goku’s pure happiness for the start of their new life usurps his doubts. He pecks his prince’s lips, pressing their wet bodies flush together, before pulling away to timidly speak, “I love you, Vegeta.” 

“I love you, too.” Vegeta reciprocates, matching Goku’s adorable smile before pulling him back in for another kiss. This time with more passion as he slides his wet hands down Goku’s hips and cups his ass, groaning when he squeezes the fat. 

Goku moans into his lover’s mouth. The sudden erotic turn in their sweet moment reminded him of his erection that has been standing proudly for the past ten minutes. He whimpers, bucking his hips to poke Vegeta with his need as he struggles to keep up with the rhythm of his prince’s lips that are hungrily swallowing his own. And that heavenly tongue is parting his mouth, asking for entry, which of course Goku grants, letting that warm limb explore his mouth and mingle with his own. He moans once more, walking forward to press Vegeta’s back against the tiles before moving his mouth away for a second. “Vegeta, please.” He begs, pushing his cock into Vegeta’s stomach. 

Vegeta chuckles. A deep, sultry sound that has Goku shivering beneath the hot water cascading down his back. He cups Goku’s chin and pulls his face forward, purring, “I can’t wait to show you all the different ways I can make you cum, baby,” eliciting a whimper from Goku as his cock twitches against his abdomen in interest. “You like the sound of that?” 

“Yes.” Goku moans as he nods. He can feel Vegeta’s penis hardening against his stomach. It springs up when he backs his hips away for a second before thrusting forward, brushing the lengths of their cocks together. The contact is bliss. He continues to hump against Vegeta, grinding their penises, chasing the friction as his prince teases. 

“I’m going to have trouble keeping up with you, Goku.” Vegeta reaches down to wrap his fist around both their bases, holding their cocks in place for Goku’s clumsy rhythm. He groans at the sight of Goku unraveling before him from something so simple — and when Goku smacks his hand on the shower door to keep himself balanced, Vegeta’s throbbing against his lover. 

“I dint know this could feel good too.” Goku shakily sighs, feeling his legs threaten to buckle. Every sexual encounter he’s had with his prince has made Goku discover the endless possibilities of sexual gratification. He thought that only using his hand or vaginal penetration are what make sex. That either of the two are the only ways an orgasm can occur. But he’s proven wrong. So fucking wrong. Vegeta’s mouth, fingers, and cock can be used for multiple techniques — Goku can confirm from their first time. Goku is in a whole new world. An alternate reality that forms every time they try something different. Each encounter is better than the last — and this is just frottage! Goku’s spent a lot of his years rutting against his bedsheets whenever the mood arises, yet, somehow, this time it feels far more orgasmic. That when he finishes, he’ll be satisfied until the evening unlike before, where he’d attempt another round an hour later. 

But that’s the confusing part. He’s always satisfied, yet constantly craves more. More of his prince. More of that smug smirk. More of that sinful mouth. And certainly more of that thick, long cock rubbing against his own.

Goku whimpers again, feeling his orgasm begin to brew — and it only amplifies when he looks down at Vegeta’s prideful smirk. Though his lover may be visibly arrogant at the fact that he’s able to turn Goku into a whimpering mess with ease, Goku doesn’t believe that Vegeta understands the full extent to Goku’s attraction. He’s never felt anything like this before. Never experienced true love. And especially hasn’t had the luxury of being extremely attracted to another. To the point where Goku’s sanity is beginning to drain just by looking at Vegeta. Does he even know how sexy he is? He thought these feelings were reserved for perverts like his old master. But one look — especially staring at his prince wet and naked in the shower, muscles on display and that handsome face admiring him — Goku’s become Roshi. His mind is racing with blasphemous thoughts. Things he never thought he’d want to do. But Vegeta looks so delicious right now. And glancing down at his cock, leering at the way his foreskin pulls back and pushes forward, Goku begins to drool at the idea of having it in his mouth once again. 

Vegeta notices this, of course, prompting him to say something, “What are you thinking about, baby? Want to suck me off again?” 

“Yes.” Goku breathes as saliva dribbles down his chin when he lifts his head up. 

“As much as I’d love that, baby, we need to get ready before Whis returns.” Vegeta groans as he begins to jerk his fist, making Goku’s body collapse against his. 

Goku buries his face into the crook of Vegeta’s neck and moans, “Tell me ‘bout what yer wanna do to me.” 

Shivering, Vegeta’s cock twitches in his fist as his mind races with his perverted fantasies. “When we get to our room, I’m laying you straight on that bed and devouring you inch by inch. First, I’ll start with your neck. Marking you up and tasting your fresh sweat.” He emphasises his words by licking up Goku’s neck, feeling his throat vibrate against the flat of his tongue when he moans before dipping down further, kissing down his bouncing pecs, purring, “Then I’ll focus on your nipples. I know how much you loved it the first time.” 

“More.” Goku whimpers, gripping onto his prince’s waist as he thrusts faster, chasing his impending orgasm while picturing Vegeta’s words. 

Vegeta strains his neck to teasingly flick his tongue over Goku’s erect nipple. “Then I’ll go further down. Suck on your tip a little until you’re begging for my fingers.” He feels Goku’s blunt fingernails dig into his sides at that. “And when you start whining for it, I’ll lift up your hips, spread your legs, and devour your slutty asshole, baby.” 

“Oh, Vegeta.” Goku moans through clenched teeth. 

Vegeta decides to up the stakes by using his free hand that’s groping Goku’s asscheek and slides his fingers inside of his crack to ghost the tip of his index finger over the furled muscle, groaning, “I’ll fuck your pretty hole with my tongue until you start riding it like it’s my dick.” 

“Fuck, Vegeta.” Goku whimpers. That was the final straw. Remembering how fucking gratifying Vegeta’s tongue felt inside of him sends Goku over the edge. His balls tighten before his cock erupts without warning, splattering his semen across their chests and Vegeta’s wanking fist. He thrust through the pleasure, riding out his orgasm until he’s spasming from the oversensitivity. 

Vegeta follows suite from that, painting his own mess as he lowly moans. Only when Goku’s moaning even louder does Vegeta halt his hand. Breathless, he pecks Goku’s lips as he praises, “Good boy.” 

Goku weakly shivers at the praise. “Are yer tryin’ to get me goin’ again?” He titters.

Vegeta snorts. “I’ll have you again later, baby,” before reaching for the bottle of soap on the shelf adjacent to his lover. He squirts a handful onto his palm, rubs it against his other and lathers it over Goku’s chest, making sure to teasingly pinch those sensitive nipples as he does so.

“Vegeta, stop drivin’ me crazy.” Goku whines.

Chuckling, Vegeta removes his hands and retrieves more soap for himself. If only you knew how insane I am for you too, Goku. 

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Jealousy. A foreign emotion that Goku has rarely experienced. That itch in his chest, a fiery pit of rage surging down to his fists. He’s witnessed Vegeta feel jealous plenty of times — especially when another warrior is getting too comfortable openly flirting with Goku in front of the prince. It’s endearing and rather arousing with how his prince can be very possessive of him. However, Goku never thought the roles would reverse one day. He’s always been relaxed and gave others the benefit of the doubt. Vegeta is rather handsome and there is something charming about his uptight and silent behaviour at gatherings. Plus, a lot of women find his paternal nature rather attractive. Goku could let it slide. He knows Vegeta is never interested. He’d rather watch paint dry than give a random stranger his number. 

But today, Goku can’t let it slide. 

Bulma instructed the two saiyans to, in her words, ‘be useful for once,’ which entails buying food from the supermarket. At first, the task sounded ridiculous since Bulma is rich enough to have her groceries delivered straight to her kitchen, but after explaining the truth behind what she requests which is basically forcing two buff men to be her personal shopping bags and carry everything she desires for another gathering tonight, the two saiyans finally agreed — Goku more so than Vegeta. Goku thought today would be simple: pick up and carry what Bulma reads out from her extensive list then take it all back to her car. 

Then Vegeta decided last minute to endure the shopping trip in joggers. 

Those loose fitting grey joggers that hang on his hips, exposing his sharp v-line for the world to see — specifically Goku’s perverted eyes. 

Goku would’ve whined about it if Bulma wasn’t there. But he’d rather not let her be aware of what those bottoms do to corrupt Goku’s pure heart, so he dismisses it. He thought the only challenge would be stopping himself from staring at his prince to avoid spending the next two hours waltzing around with an erection. 

Though, it seems like other people are having the same dilemma.

Growing frustrated, Goku brushed off other women glancing at Vegeta and the occasional giggling to themselves as he lugged around a few crates of vegetables. But something snapped when they reached the self checkout…

A woman approaches his prince. She’s wearing the store’s uniform, so Goku assumes that she’s just an employee checking to see if they require any assistance. He watches her, stomach twisting at how she blanked out everyone else but Vegeta. And the way she smiles, bright and cheerful, curls bouncing at every nod of her dainty head when she speaks her rehearsed dialogue. Then he focuses on Vegeta, waiting for his jaw to clench at the interaction. It doesn’t. Instead, Vegeta decides to entertain her. 

“We need some bags.” Vegeta informs. Her smile only beams brighter. 

Goku’s jaw aches and teeth feel like they’re going to shatter from how hard he’s clenching his own jaw. He can’t decipher why he’s jealous. This exact scenario has occurred multiple times, and yet, something about how it’s playing out today is pinching a nerve. Especially when everyone seems so oblivious to what is happening. Why is Bulma mindlessly scanning their shopping on the till? And why is Vegeta still talking to the sales assistant? Why is he allowing this to happen? Why is he saying, ‘thanks’, when she passes the bags? And how hasn’t he noticed her leering eyes flicking up and down at his crotch?

Then this lady has the audacity to ‘accidentally’ knock down a crate. 

And when she tries to bend down as she apologises is when graphite is thrown into the core of Goku’s jealousy. 

Raging, Goku steps in and bends down for the crate, reaching it before her thanks to his impressive speed. “I’ve got it.” Goku sweetly smiles, letting all of the venom behind his words leak out of his facade as he pushes his ass back against Vegeta’s crotch. He’s mine. He stands up and smacks the crate on the till, trying his best to refrain from smashing the thing to pieces. “We’ve got this covered. You can go now.” He pettily grins, relishing her irked expression as she backs off, leaving them at the till. 

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Vegeta doesn’t even get a chance to step inside their shared home. Goku’s straight onto him, pinning him against the wall as he frowns. 

“Kakarot, what is up with you today?” Vegeta asks, disinterested in Goku’s foul mood. He’s probably pissed that Bulma didn’t buy him a snack.

“I dunno,” Goku sarcastically sighs, making Vegeta rear his head back at the sudden attitude. “Maybe ‘cause ya were flirtin’ with the girl at the store.” 

Snoring, Vegeta runs his fingers through his spikes. “Flirting? You thought I was flirting with her?” 

Goku’s anger falters as his jealousy becomes apparent. His cheeks flush from the sudden reality check. But he doesn’t back down just yet. “W-well she was flirtin’ with ya. An’ the way she kept starin’ at yer dick. Don’t tell me that ya din’t notice it.” He huffs. 

“Are you sure that you weren’t the one staring at my cock, Kakarot? I know what wearing these does to you, slut.” Vegeta teases, reaching to cup Goku’s chin, only for his hand to be smacked away. 

“I know ya saw what she was doin’. Ya think she can suck ya off better than I can?” Goku frowns, sinking to his knees. He budges closer to Vegeta’s crotch and reaches to untie his drawstrings. His demeanour switches, a cheeky smile flashes as he purrs, “Yer dick is pretty big, Vegeta. I dun’ think she can take it all like I can.” 

Vegeta scoffs despite his cock hardening at the display. That feral gaze looking up at him from his submissive lover is starting to drive him insane. It all makes sense now. He thought Goku pressed his ass against him at the store just to be a teasing asshole. But he’s realising that his lover was trying to prove his claim on the prince to that girl. I can’t believe he’s actually jealous… “Are you jealous, Kakarot?” 

Goku licks his lips as he pulls down Vegeta’s sweats, letting his cock slap against his stomach. “Maybe.” He sheepishly admits before wrapping his fist around the base, stroking his fingers through the crown of pubic hair. “But I’m gonna show ya what yer gonna miss out on if ya even think about leavin’ me, Vegeta.” 

“Kakarot, I only want you.” Vegeta sighs, curling his fingers against his thighs when those plump lips kiss the tip of his cock. 

“That’s what I thought.” Goku purrs before ducking under Vegeta’s penis and using the flat of his tongue to drag underneath the length, feeling those prominent veins as it throbs, moaning at the taste of Vegeta’s skin and fresh sweat. He strokes languidly, continuing his sultry dirty talk, “‘Cause I’m the only one who can suck ya real’ good. Yer a prince, after all, so ya deserve to be worshipped.” 

“Fuck, Kakarot.” Vegeta groans, leaning his head back against the wall. 

“An’ if ya think about flirtin’ with other people jus’ so I’ll do this again, then yer wrong.” Goku scolds before his prince could get any ideas. He then engulfs the tip, gently sucking as he tests the waters with a few kitten licks. He feels his prince twitch as his fingers comb through his hair. 

Vegeta shakily moans, “I wouldn’t even dream of it, Kakarot.” 

Goku still isn’t convinced. Gripping onto Vegeta’s hips, Goku takes more into his sucking mouth, bobbing his head as inch after inch slides down his pliant throat. When his nose bumps into Vegeta’s pubic bone, he indulges in his desire to deeply inhale his prince’s musk before twisting his head as he pulls back, leaving only the weeping tip in his mouth. He looks up at his lover’s flushed expression. Admiring the way his mouth slightly hangs open, cheeks have blossomed pink, and that loving gaze that stares down back at him, giving the last bit of reassurance he needs. However, Goku has only begun proving his point. He winks before swallowing back down to the root without hesitation. He sucks, long and hard, feeling that fat tip twitch and spurt salty precum down his throat. He moans when he swallows, still maintaining eye contact as he bobs and twists his head and fist. 

“Fucking hell.” Vegeta curses, struggling to keep himself together. He wants to look away, snap his head to the side so Goku can’t see him falling apart from his sinful mouth, but he can’t move a muscle. He can’t stop his face from contorting, his legs from twitching, and his goddamn cock from throbbing against Goku’s tongue. Goku is right; no one will ever suck his cock better. No one but his lover can take every inch without a gag or complaint. Goku’s swallowing everything and still managing to manoeuvre his tongue and suck at the perfect rhythm, emptying him of all of his pre. And just when he thought the physical sensations were orgasmic, he can’t get over his lover’s vanity. The feral gaze, those pink cheeks that sink in and protrude with every bob, and the wet sounds of Goku moaning when he swallows all that Vegeta can give. This is how Vegeta wants to die. Having his soul sucked out of his tip as those wide eyes watch him wither away. 

Goku retracts his mouth to breathlessly moan, “I love suckin’ yer dick, Vegeta.” 

Vegeta doesn’t get a second to respond as Goku’s engulfing him once more, this time upping the antics by increasing the pace, using his own throat as a fleshlight. Vegeta cannot stifle his moans — especially when a devious hand is reaching up to fondle his balls. Just how he likes. Yeah. He’s going to blow. Finish prematurely thanks to Goku. Maybe when he gets his braincells back, he’ll be able to figure out whether or not he’s more aroused by Goku’s jealousy or his mouth. 

Smiling the best he can despite his mouth being full of Vegeta’s viscous cock, Goku’s own pride radiates at his sexual prowess. Normally, Vegeta’s able to last longer than this, but Goku can feel his guard crumbling by the minute. The first tell tale sign; Vegeta’s fingers trying to lace with his. And the second being Vegeta’s groans becoming rarer as he focuses on stifling his shameful moans which has become futile now. Goku shivers at the low, breathy sounds. It’s rare to hear thanks to Vegeta’s ego, but Goku knows how to break the system. Like he is now, grabbing Vegeta’s hips and thrusting his cock down his throat for him. 

The last clear view Vegeta has are Goku’s wide eyes looking up, his hollow pink cheeks, and nose pressed against his pubic bone before the prince clenches his eyes closed. “Fuck, shit, fuck.” Vegeta moans, trembling as his orgasm wracks through him. He squeezes Goku’s fingers with his own, threatening to snap his knuckles, riding through the pleasure as his cock throbs before erupting. The loud, wet moan from Goku in response while he hungrily and obnoxiously swallows his semen was the icing on the cake. 

Letting Vegeta twitch in his mouth for a moment, Goku eventually pulls away, slowly removing his mouth from Vegeta’s wet cock with an audible pop. He sits back, propping his arms behind him to he can lean and admire his disheveled prince. He leers at his flushed chest, watching it rise and fall with every pant, teasing, “Was that good enough for yer?” 

Vegeta snorts. “Kakarot, I’d be an idiot if I ever desired someone else.” 

Goku averts his eyes and sits up straight. He twiddles his fingers together as he sheepishly asks, “Did ya think she was cute?” 

“Absolutely not.” Vegeta shivers in disgust, finally composing himself as post orgasm bliss fades away. He gives his weak legs a few seconds before sinking down on the floor and shuffling closer to his lover. “I don’t want anyone else but you.” He bites on the inside of his cheek, fighting the embarrassment as he mumbles, “Goku.” 

Goku lifts up his head when he hears his name. It’s unbelievably rare to hear Vegeta say it, but he knows that when he does, his prince means his affection. “Ya mean it?” He asks, still craving more validation. 

Vegeta chuckles, “I do,” as he pushes Goku onto his back and climbs on top. “Now,” He begins, sliding a hand down Goku’s torso and moulding his palm around his lover’s clothed erection, eliciting a soft moan. He dips his head down to Goku’s ear to purr, “Let me take care of you,” before connecting their lips.