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“You want me to do what?! ”
Bulma was nearly beside herself with laughter. This had to be a joke, right?
“Oh, shut up woman. You’re the only one I can trust to do this.”
Her laughter only intensified, tears of mirth springing from the corners of her eyes. She drew a hand over her face, trying desperately to compose herself.
“Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you? You actually want me to do this?”
Vegeta clenched his teeth, breathing out a long, steady breath through his nose to try and calm himself. He should have known that Bulma would react this way, but he was extremely set on the gift he wanted to get Kakarot for Christmas, and unfortunately, he couldn’t do it without her help. He decided to just wait it out until her absurd reaction died down, crossing his arms and giving her his signature scowl. All it did was make things worse.
Bulma backed herself against the wall, clutching her stomach and sliding down it in utter hysterics.
“You’re fucking ridiculous.” He grumbled.
“No Vegeta, you’re ridiculous! I can’t even…ha! You of all people? The mighty Prince of Saiyans, asking for… for this?! ” She barely managed to get her words out coherently, still reeling over what her ex-husband had just asked of her.
“You know what? Just forget it. I’ll work something else out.” Vegeta began to back away, his last nerve perilously close to snapping. What a stupid fucking idea. He just thought it might be a nice surprise…
“No wait! Vegeta, I’m sorry!” Quickly stifling her giggles, Bulma jumped off the floor and reached out to plant a hand on his arm, her way of a meaningful apology. He shrugged it off, refusing to look at her. “Geta… don’t be like that.” She crooned, pouting.
“Tch. Don’t call me that. And you’re the one who started it with your stupid reaction.”
“I’m… sorry. Really! You just caught me off guard.” She took a big breath, composing herself to ensure she didn’t let slip with another laugh. “I’ll help you. Seriously. I think Goku’s going to love it.”
A small, reluctant smirk tugged at the corner of Vegeta’s lips.
“Yes. I think he will.”
*****
Christmas day unfolded in a joyful cacophony of clinking glasses, shared anecdotes, and merry music. The air was thick with the aroma of roast meats and the warm glow of festivity that only Bulma's extravagant parties could provide. As the final notes of laughter began to fade with the last of the guests, Goku found himself scanning the room for a familiar face – one that remained glaringly absent. A pang of regret blossomed in his chest as he realized that Vegeta must have slipped away unnoticed, no doubt retreating from the overwhelming din of the party. He knew Vegeta detested social gatherings. The little voice in the back of his head reprimanded him, telling him that he should have been more attentive to his mate's needs.
His guilty thoughts were interrupted by stumbling footsteps and an amused snot. Looking around, he spotted Bulma re-entering the room, her cheeks almost the same shade as the festive dress she wore. An empty glass tilted precariously in her fingertips, the rim stained by glossy lipstick. Goku made his way over, a little surprised by the strange look she gave him; it was almost as if she was trying not to laugh.
Have I got something on my face?
He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth subconsciously, expecting there to be food there of some sort.
There wasn’t.
“Uh, hey Bulma! Have you seen Vegeta?”
Bulma made a stifled sound as she doubled over, an awkward mix between a giggle and a snort.
“Oh sure. Vegeta…” She said vaguely, stumbling slightly. Goku reached out to steady her, but she brushed him off. “Uh… he’s up in the guest room I set you guys up in. He’s a little tied up at the moment, so you might want to go see if he needs a hand.” She laughed again, impressed by her little joke. “Ha… a hand… ”
Goku scratched his head, perplexed. “Are you drunk? You’re acting kind of weird.”
“Hmm? What? Oh, c’mon Goku. It’s a party; I’m allowed to have a sangria… or six.”
Admittedly, Goku was a bit tipsy himself, but obviously not enough to see what was so funny.
“Oh, okay. Well, do you want me to get you some water or somethin’? I could -”
“Geez! Stop being so nice for once!” His eyes widened as she gave him a playful shove. “Hurry up and go see your lover boy ; you know what he gets like when he’s kept waiting.”
“Bulma!” Goku panicked. “You didn’t say he was waiting for me! Shit, I’d better go…”
Bulma’s laughter suddenly careered into an outrageous fit as Goku put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.
“Whoops. I forgot he could do that.”
*****
Vegeta was nervous, a feeling that very rarely befitted him. He was vulnerable, and the most surprising part about it was that he had chosen to be so on his own terms. Why on earth he had ever gotten this ridiculous, shameful thought stuck in his head was beyond him.
What was I thinking? What if somebody else walks in instead of Kakarot? That woman better have locked the door…
Not that he couldn’t just break free of the flimsy restraints that held him in such an awkward position, but if anyone so happened to lay eyes on the Prince while he was like this, then the damage was already done. He’d blast them to pieces before ever letting them see the light of day again.
Fuck. What’s taking so long?
He had lost track of the time, yet as the minutes dragged by, his anxiety only served to heighten. Deprived of his sight, it was all he could do to listen intently for the door, or use his senses to track his mate’s ki; it was low, but still easy enough to pinpoint at such a close range. He was still downstairs, mingling with the waning party, completely clueless…
Goddamnit, Kakarot. Hurry up, before I lose my nerve…
The air suddenly shifted around him as Goku’s ki instantaneously appeared in front of him. His heart leapt in his chest, waiting for the other’s reaction.
“Vegeta?! What…”
Goku’s words failed him as he took in the sight before him. Never before had he seen his lover in such an impuissant and enticing position.
Vegeta was on his knees in the centre of the room, with tight, red ribbon binding every part of his body. His arms were tied behind his back with the very same fabric that criss-crossed over his bare chest and had been looped around his torso, finally ending in a perfectly tied bow. If that wasn’t already enough to be the perfect Christmas gift, a ball gag had been locked into place in his mouth, and a blue blindfold looking suspiciously like it had been torn from his own bodysuit covered his eyes. Goku could see his cute, pointed nose poking out in between. He felt heat flush to his face, and a stirring in his loins.
Vegeta’s throat muscles worked nervously against the ribbon digging into his neck, wishing he could see the look on Goku’s face, even just for a moment. He could hear him approaching slowly, along with the rapidly increasing thumping of his own heart.
“Wow, Vegeta.” Goku’s soft fingertips traced along the contouring ribbon. “Is this for me?”
Vegeta let out what was meant to sound like a low grunt, but came out instead as a nervous squeak. Goku responded with a soft snort of amusement.
“Geez. I don’t know what to say… except that it’s dangerous to leave yourself in such a vulnerable position.” The air crackled around them as Goku’s chi skyrocketed, powering up into his Super Saiyan form. “Someone might take advantage of you.”
He grasped Vegeta by the hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. Leaning close, he inhaled the Prince’s sweet and musky scent, growling as he took notice of the nervous beads of perspiration upon his forehead.
“Don’t worry my Prince,” Goku flicked his tongue against Vegeta’s ear lobe, making him squirm against his bonds. “I’ll take care of you. I would say that I’m not going to hurt you, but we both know that’s exactly what you want.”
Vegeta tried to let out a pitiful moan of agreeance, but it was cut off by Goku’s teeth sinking into his trap. It was impossible to stop the purr rising from the depths of his throat, the feeling of being broken in a primal claim by his lover too irresistible to repress. Goku chuckled, his teeth still grazing the delicate skin, lapping up the droplets of blood that had formed. The golden aura radiating off him was warm and enveloping.
“What am I going to do with you, Geta… If only you could just tell me what you want…” Vegeta jumped as he felt Goku’s hand grasp firmly onto his erect cock, only to pull it away again after a single, teasing stroke. “…but I guess that would be too easy.”
Vegeta whimpered in frustration as he felt Goku pull away, not just from his cock, but from his body entirely. Despite such, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride; Goku wasn’t normally the dominant one - Vegeta had seen to it that remained predominantly his role throughout their relationship - so seeing him take charge without hesitation when given the opportunity to do so was a turn on; a huge turn on. No doubt his Super Saiyan form was helping him along. Kakarot always did tend to get a little cocky when he powered up.
When Goku hadn’t returned after a few moments, Vegeta began to wonder what the hell he was doing. As nervous as it made him, he couldn’t deny the thrill he got from being so totally unaware and completely at his mercy.
No wonder Kakarot gets off on this shit.
Suddenly, without warning, Vegeta felt himself pushed forward. Without the use of his arms to break his fall, his face crashed ungracefully into the floor below, the ball gag sending an uncomfortable jolt of pain through his jaw as it was jostled around. He let out a low whine from the back of his throat, surprised when he felt a light tugging sensation from his inner walls.
He had forgotten about that.
“Vegeta.” Goku deadpanned. “What’s this?”
Vegeta would have grinned if he could. Would have spat back some sarcastic statement about Goku’s inability to put words to the sight that befell him. As if he didn’t know what it was. Although it wasn’t surprising that he had never seen one quite in this fashion before. Thank fuck he had managed to hide it from Bulma while she was tying him up.
The experimental tugging resumed as Goku inspected the toy, his fingers running through the fur with awe.
“A tail?” He mused, unable to hide his astonishment.
Vegeta’s ass clenched around the cool metal as Goku pulled on it again, just enough for the bulbous head to crown before sliding back in. Goku chuckled.
“Damn Vegeta. You really went all out for me, huh?”
Wrapping the faux furry appendage around his hand, Goku tugged on it again, watching in delight as Vegeta’s tight ring of muscle stretched and contracted around the plug, making moist, squelchy sounds every time it was sucked back in. A loud slapping sound reverberated through the room as Goku’s palm connected with Vegeta’s voluptuous cheek, leaving an angry red mark.
“If only you could wear this while I was fucking you. Seems like our tails had a few uses I was unaware of.”
Damn straight, they did, Vegeta reminiscenced wistfully. Using a well-trained tail for leverage was all part of the fun.
He felt his cheeks being spread open by two hands, palms pressing down on him so that his face rubbed uncomfortably against the coarse fibres of the carpet. A momentary wave of confusion washed over him as the cool metal began to twist inside his velvet walls, tweaking sporadically of its own accord. It wasn’t until he felt a breath of hot air against his sensitive flesh that he realised what Goku was doing. A rumbling purr sounded from the Super Saiyan as his teeth clamped around the furry base of the tail, yanking it free with little care.
The sudden removal of the tail-like intruder left Vegeta's passage feeling strangely hollow and bereft. The cool air against his exposed rim sent a shudder down his spine, the previously stretched muscles contracting reflexively around nothingness.
Goku's eyes gleamed with mischief as he appraised the sight before him – Vegeta laid bare, bound and gagged, his entrance fluttering invitingly. He ran his hands over the smooth expanse of his back, savouring the taut muscles beneath his fingertips, relishing in the opportunity to explore a side of Vegeta he rarely glimpsed.
He felt like a predator about to claim a most succulent and bountiful prize; a tender and yet powerful fawn who had been wrapped up and delivered to him on a silver platter, looking like a gift for the Gods themselves. His instincts were screaming at him to tear into the flesh, to devour him in the most primal way possible, but the rarity of the situation had him hesitant. He wanted to savour this, to enjoy each and every bite of this mouth-watering offering.
With slow, deliberate movements, Goku dug his fingers under Vegeta’s bound hands, finding the soft patch of chestnut fur they had been hiding. The Prince’s body shuddered as he made contact, a muted gasp sounding from behind the gag. Goku smirked deviously, scratching over the spot with his fingers.
“What I wouldn't give to play with your tail,” He mused wistfully, switching to making caressing circles around the edge. “You kept it wound so tightly around your little waist, such a tease…”
Vegeta groaned longingly. He rarely thought about his lost appendage, preferring to keep that particular failure in the past, but if ever there were a time he wished it was still intact, it was now.
“Your fur is so soft, so inviting…” A wet tongue rasped over the erogenous zone, making him keen shamelessly. “Makes me just want to eat you…”
Goku's hands drifted lower, kneading the firm globes of Vegeta's ass. His tongue trailed a damp path along the cleft dividing his muscular cheeks, before licking hungrily over his stretched muscle.
Vegeta jerked involuntarily as Goku began to eat him out with reckless abandon, treating his ass no differently than he would his mouth. A garbled moan spilled from behind the confines of his gag as Goku's lips and tongue toyed with his entrance, alternating between tender prods and wanton sucks that only served to stoke the raging inferno in his gut. His cock surged with a will of its own, jumping and twitching every time Goku changed tactics. Beads of precum pooled at the tip, smearing against his stomach as they dribbled from the slit, marking his skin with the evidence of his arousal.
Goku finally pulled back with a soft pop, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet and salty essence still clinging to his lips.
“Goddamn, Vegeta,” He smirked, his fingers probing into the Prince’s slick passage without any resistance. They twisted and curled inside of him, exploring the warm, velvety tunnel until they brushed against the sensitive knot of nerves within, eliciting a muffled groan. “You’re so fucking stretched for me… just how badly did you want this, huh? I bet I could fit my whole fucking hand in here…”
His words dripped with dark promise as he slowly withdrew his fingers, only to plunge back in with a third. A whine sounded in the back of Vegeta’s throat as he repeated the process, squelching all four fingers around leisurely in his insides. He pushed them in as far as they would go, his palm coming to rest against Vegeta’s spasming hole. Slowly, inexorably, he pushed outward, fighting the vice-grip of tight muscle until his thumb slipped into the waiting heat beside his fingers. The added width strained Vegeta's limits to breaking point, his muffled wails echoing in the room as Goku flexed his wrist, striving to sink even deeper.
“Don’t fight it, Vegeta.” Goku crooned, his voice husky with arousal, knuckles twisting in an attempt to push past the resistance. “You can take it; I know you can. If you couldn't, you'd just break out of these bonds. The fact that you haven’t done so tells me just how badly you want this.”
It was all Vegeta could do to whine in a mixture of delight and agony, a searing pain tearing around his sphincter as Goku finally breached him. He bit down so hard on the ball in his mouth he could swear his teeth were about to break. He felt Goku’s weight lean against him, his fist still firmly lodged in his ass as his free hand reached for the straps behind his head. With surprising finesse, Goku unfastened the restraint, releasing the metal sphere from Vegeta’s aching jaw and tossing it aside.
Vegeta’s chest heaved as he drew in a shuddering breath, a pool of saliva spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, Kakarot. FUCK!”
He wanted to scream at his mate for violating him so wholly, and yet a dark, masochistic part of him craved the destruction. His cock throbbed violently as Goku twisted his wrist, his knuckles pressing deliciously against his pearl of pleasure.
A low purr rumbled in Goku’s throat as he leant back to admire his work.
“Look at you, Vegeta. Your ass was just begging for this, wasn’t it?” His gaze remained transfixed on the point where his wrist vanished into the Prince’s straining hole, mesmerized by the taut muscle swallowing and expelling his hand. His forearm flexed with each deliberate pump, veins standing out in sharp relief against his peachy skin. “Such a needy slut; the Prince of all whores coming apart by my hand.”
Goku’s filthy words struck Vegeta like a physical blow, sparking an electric buzz in his prostate that shot up through his insides. The muscles in his stomach and back contracted in pleasure, feeling like a whole bottle of champagne had been shaken up inside him and was about to burst.
“K-KAKAROT!”
The younger Saiyans name was torn from his throat in an expressive cry, a final, brutal pump from his fist sending Vegeta careening over the edge. His climax erupted from him in an explosive rush, painting his abdomen white along with the once-clean carpet below.
Goku let out a low moan as his insides pulsed around his hand, squeezing him with the strength of a python. He allowed Vegeta to ride out his wave of ecstasy, before removing his fist with a lewd squelch. Thin strands of juicy gloop stretched between his fingers and Vegeta’s gaping entrance, snapping slowly like spun honey.
“Damn…” Goku’s lips twisted in a satisfied smirk as he prodded at the puffy pink opening, enjoying the squishy feeling beneath his fingers. “Your ass looks wrecked right now.”
Vegeta panted heavily, his body shaking from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his life.
“Ff-fuck you, Kakarot.” He spat weakly, a poor attempt to keep his customary haughtiness alive.
Goku just chuckled, probing with a single digit and swirling the viscous fluid around playfully. “Heh. Keep dreaming, Vegeta.You’re the one who's about to receive a pounding. Maybe I should even power up to Super Saiyan Three… You know my cock’s at its biggest in that form? Oh wait, I suppose you wouldn’t, because you can’t do it.”
“Fuck you! You fucking a-ahhhh!”
Vegeta’s protest was cut off by a bruising slap, the shock and pain reverberating through his entire rear end. He barely had time to register the feeling when Goku’s hands dug into his sides, abruptly rolling him over and throwing him on his back. His bound hands dug awkwardly into his lower spine, making the position no more comfortable than the one he had been in before. The blindfold on his face was slipped down around his neck, and his eyes blinked rapidly to readjust to the glaring light now penetrating his pupils.
Goku was staring down at him, a wicked gleam in his emerald eyes as he very slowly, very purposely, began to power up.
His golden hair began to grow at an alarming rate, forming a wild mane that framed his chiselled face and cascaded down his back. His aura skyrocketed once more, flaring visibly around him in a way that radiated absolute cockiness. A smug grin crossed his features as he leered over the smaller Saiyan, his meaty hands effortlessly tearing away the restraints that bound his legs.
Vegeta’s spent cock twitched with interest, betraying his arousal over the antagonising act. “Are you going to untie my hands, too?” He spat, tugging at the ribbon half-heartedly behind his back.
“Oh, are you uncomfortable sweetheart?” Goku teased, the use of that disgusting pet-name adding to Vegeta's chagrin. “Want me to untie your widdle hands so you can fight back?”
“You're fucking… infuriating, you know that?”
“Oh but you love it, Vegeta.” Goku retorted, dragging the tips of his fingers over his hardening length. “Why else would you present yourself to me so teasingly? You're begging for my Super Saiyan cock right now, and you don't even have to say a word…”
“Fuck…” Vegeta groaned, unable to even find the strength to deny it.
With deliberate slowness, Goku shifted to kneel between Vegeta's outstretched legs, his massive thighs brushing against the Prince's quivering limbs. His eyes roamed hungrily over his prize as he began to stroke himself, purposefully brushing his crown over Vegeta’s puffy entrance. The precum pooling at his tip smeared with the copious amount of slick already drenching the Prince’s ass, rendering them indistinguishable. With each rock of his hips, Goku collected the glistening droplets threatening to spill from the stretched rim, gathering the stray beads of creamy goodness and guiding them teasingly back home.
"So wet for me..." Goku purred, savoring the intoxicating scent of Vegeta's arousal. The Prince's needy whimpers, despite his best efforts to mute them, were music to his ears. He continued his deliberate exploration, circling his rigid shaft around Vegeta's pucker but stubbornly refusing to breach.
"Gods, would you stop teasing me and stick it in already!" Vegeta growled, his patience starting to fray. His hips bucked upwards in an involuntary search for more friction, only to be thwarted by a single-handed iron grip on his thigh.
The Super Saiyan’s eyes darkened with lust at Vegeta's increasingly desperate pleas. "Aww, but where's the fun in that?" he drawled, his voice low and honeyed. "It's not often I have you at my mercy..." He emphasized the point by rolling his hips, grinding the thick flare of his cockhead against Vegeta's quivering rim.
A choked gasp escaped Vegeta's lips, quickly morphing into a snarl. "For fuck's sake..." he hissed, his arms jostling restlessly behind his back. "Just do it already!"
"Beg for it," Goku demanded, fixing Vegeta with his infuriatingly smug gaze. "Let me hear how badly you need my cock stuffed inside this greedy little hole."
Vegeta bit his lip to suppress a moan. Where the hell had his sweet idiot learned such vulgar profanities?
Oh right. From him.
He grit his teeth, glaring defiantly up at his lover despite the burning need in his core. "I’m a Prince," he reminded, sneering. “I don’t beg.”
"Have it your way, Vegeta," Goku murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Before Vegeta could register the sudden shift in expression, a blur of motion disrupted his vision. Pain exploded across his cheekbone along with the sound of a thunderclap, the ringing in his eardrums making his head spin. A choked gasp tore from his throat as he jerked his head away, more from surprise than injury. The red heat blooming across his skin mingled with the flush painting his neck and chest. Goku loomed over him, eyes blazing with a mix of lust and challenge.
"I asked nicely," the blonde warrior growled, his voice roughened with arousal. "Now do it, Vegeta.”
“Fuck…” Vegeta groaned, fighting to allow his baser instincts to take hold. This is what he had wanted, after all. To be used and abused by his usually submissive mate, to give in to the disgusting urge to be dominated and controlled… He had given himself this opportunity, and supposed it wouldn't do well to waste it. “Ugh. Fine… Please… fuck me, Kakarot.”
He wasn't prepared for Goku to strike again, his arms nearly snapping their restraints as he fought the instinctive urge to block. Copper flooded his mouth, the metallic tang making his tongue tingle.
“Fuck! What the hell was that for?”
Goku surged forward, his weight crushing Vegeta's chest as he plundered his mouth in a searing kiss. The slick glide of his tongue delved past Vegeta's lips, lapping up the coppery flood of blood and smearing it between them. Vegeta hissed as a pointed canine pierced his vulnerable skin, quickly soothed by a possessive suck.
Goku pulled back and pressed their noses together, staring down into Vegeta's soul. “Because that, was pathetic. Try again.” He growled, rolling his hips so their shafts dragged together.
Vegeta groaned deeply, squirming against his pride. The hot breath on his skin, the weight of Goku pressed against him, the pulse of his heart throbbing through his veiny cock… it was all too much.
“Gods. Okay!” He relented, his body arching in need. “Please… fuck.” He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the low he was about to stoop to. “Please breed my desperate fucking hole with your massive Super Saiyan cock. There. Are you happy now?”
“Vegeta…” Goku warned, his tone dangerous.
“I said please, Kakarot! Please just fucking fuck me already; I’m desperate!”
His eyes widened in horror at his admission, as an ear-splitting grin appeared on Goku’s face.
“Desperate, huh?” He purred lowly, shuffling his weight and creating a space between them. “Desperate for this?”
With a single, savage thrust, Goku buried himself inside Vegeta, the dense, heavy mass of his cock igniting every nerve in the battered walls within. A guttural cry was ripped from Vegeta’s throat, his eyes flying wide in shocked ecstasy.
“Fuck yes, Kakarot! Fucking finally!”
Goku wasted no time in unleashing his primal energy, his muscular hips pistoning rapidly as he slammed into Vegeta with punishing force. His golden mane of hair curtained around his shoulders, narrowing Vegeta’s line of sight to only his hungry and handsomely chiselled face.
“So impatient,” Goku groaned, his hot breath coming in shallow pants. “You can't blame me… for wanting to savour this…”
“Fuck savouring,” Vegeta spat, fighting with every fibre of his being not to snap free of his bonds, wanting desperately to fist his hands into Goku’s flowing locks. “Just fucking ruin me!”
An ear-splitting roar sounded from Goku at Vegeta's desperate plea, his aura flaring violently. A blinding light of crackling chi enveloped them both, the golden glow searing across Vegeta's pale skin and scorching him with its intensity.
With a sharp flex of his hips, he slammed up into Vegeta at a new, almost brutal angle, spearing ruthlessly against his prostate. The meaty slap of his heavy sac connecting with Vegeta's ass echoed lewdly in the charged air, shaking the very walls around them.
Each thrust expelled the air from Vegeta's lungs in ragged gasps, punctuated by the harsh, broken cries spilling from his lips. He was completely beyond feigning nonchalance at his role of the submissive, his body falling utterly and gloriously apart with all the beauty of an exploding star.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Goku crooned breathlessly, unyielding in his merciless assault. He dug his hands into Vegeta’s hips, lifting him effortlessly higher. “So perfectly ruined, so… mine.”
His voice darkened possessively on the word, fingers digging into Vegeta’s flesh so hard it would bruise. Even if his bones didn’t snap, something inside of Vegeta had.
“K… Kakarot…” Vegeta choked, feeling like he was going to implode. “Fuck. You're killing me…”
"So let me kill you, Vegeta.” Goku's voice poured over him like liquid sin, igniting the molten treacle simmering in his core. "I'll bring you back... I'll bring you back just to destroy you all over again."
His words struck a match inside a body doused with gasoline, the catalyst of a raging inferno that was about to consume them both whole. Vegeta felt like he had died; the way Goku broke his body just to piece it back together again with every thrust, every sinful word that parted from his lips, could be nothing less than the miraculous result of his ascent to heaven.
“Kakaroooot!” Vegeta's muscles spasmed violently as if struck by lightning, ten thousand volts of pure electricity surging through his veins. “Finish me! Finish me NOW!”
Goku let out a powerful roar, slamming into Vegeta with such force that he might tear him in two.
“Take it, Vegeta! I'm so close, I'm so… AHHHHHAAA!”
Their bodies shook with the impact of two universes colliding, an explosion of forces so great that the very fabric of reality seemed to bend around their conjoined forms. Scorching hot essence flooded through Vegeta’s depths, tangibly seeping into every battered ridge of his abused passage. His swollen tissue contracted of its own accord, a glove of inflamed flesh greedily coaxing out every last drop of his mate's release.
Almost overshadowed by the exotic feeling of Kakarot debasing his insides, Vegeta’s own release spurted from his rigid and aching cock, painting his glistening skin with streaks of pearlescent cream. The euphoria of a simultaneous release was so great that he didn’t even flinch when a glob of his own mess splattered against his cheek.
The familiar crackle of energy faded as Goku released his aura, his golden mane receding and darkening until it transformed back into his usual, unruly mop of black. The hard ridges of his defined brows and chiselled jaw softened, leaving him with his classic puppy-soft expression, his adoring eyes taking in every inch of his defiled lover below.
Vegeta let out an exhausted sigh as Goku withdrew from his spent body. A trickle of sperm oozed out of his twitching hole, sliding over the distorted muscle and pooling around his tailbone. His relief at the action was heavily tainted by a feeling of emptiness, like he had just lost a part of him that he couldn’t live without.
Snapping the red ribbon that encircled his arms, he finally freed them from their flimsy constraints, letting them flop limply by his sides. Everything throbbed with a novel strain, his body deliciously battered in a way even the most rigorous training couldn't fulfil.
His eyelids fluttered closed as Goku leant over him, pressing close to nuzzle the underside of his neck. The soft point of his nose trailed through the beads of perspiration on his skin, pausing when he reached Vegeta’s cheek. A warm pink tongue flicked out to rasp over the cooling smudge of seed, an act of aftercare that melted Vegeta’s stoic heart.
“I can't believe you did this for me, Vegeta.” The Prince’s eyes opened once more as Goku’s sweet breath washed over him. “This was the best Christmas present ever.”
“Hmph.” Vegeta grumbled, a hint of his usual haughty demeanour rearing its head. “Well I can't believe you fucking fisted me…”
Goku grinned in response. So idiotic. So infuriatingly adorable. “Yeah well… it fit, didn't it?”
“Ugh. I'm not gonna walk straight for days.”
“That's okay. I'll carry you.”
“You fucking moron.”
“You love me.”
Vegeta’s heart skipped a beat at the blatant claim. His usual self would shy away from such despicable words of affirmation, but after the intense coupling they had just shared…
And it was Christmas, after all. He supposed he could wrap it up with a happy ending.
“Yes, Kakarot. I... I love you.”
*****
*Epilogue*
Vegeta peered around the doorway to his borrowed room, scanning the halls with narrowed eyes. He had felt that damn woman’s measly energy hovering nearby all morning, no doubt waiting to corner him before he could make his escape. It was too bad he hadn’t been paying attention to the room she placed him in the night before; if he had, he would have noticed that something crucial was missing.
Windows.
The stupid curtains hanging on the far wall had been nothing but an ill-placed decoration, and the tiny one in the ensuite bathroom was much too small to squeeze through. Of course, he could have blasted through it with his chi, but then he really would be needing to be wished back to life.
On top of that, Goku had left before him by using his instant transmission; something about a promise he made the previous day to pop in at Gohan and Videl's before lunch. Vegeta really couldn’t be bothered with another social gathering, so he had opted to make his own way home.
A massive mistake, considering he was now left with no other choice but to do the walk of shame.
That damn woman. She had done this on purpose.
Left with no alternative, Vegeta began to shuffle down the corridor, his strides significantly shorter than usual thanks to the anarchy Kakarot had wrecked on his ass. Each step sent jolts of discomfort through his rear, causing his boots to squeak against the polished floors. His heart plummeted as the doorway across the hall opened up to reveal - quite comically - the one person he had been trying to avoid.
“There you are!”
It was hard to suppress a groan at the mischievous look on Bulma’s face. She wasted no time in skipping over to him, way too happy at this hour for someone who had annihilated themselves on Christmas spirits the night before. Her eyes raked over him with a deviousness that rivalled her toothy grin, taking in his tattered state and lack of clothing - no thanks to the shirt she had torn up the night before.
“Stop ogling, woman. You've seen me shirtless plenty of times before.”
“Shirtless, yes. But never quite so thoroughly… fucked.” She bit her lip, reaching out to brush her thumb over the angry split in his lip.
“Ugh. Don’t touch me.”
“What? Is the Princey feeling a widdle sensitive this morning?”
“I could still kill you.”
She drew back and crossed her arms casually across her chest, completely unphased by his empty threat. “Buuuut you won’t. Did you clean up after yourselves?” She paused, her eyes narrowing at Vegeta’s lack of response. “I swear, if I go in there and find a huge mess on the carpet…”
“Have the staff do it.” Vegeta grumbled, trying to push past her.
“No way! Who knows what they're going to find?! Get your ass in there and do it NOW! I mean it, Vegeta! If you don’t, I’m going to tell everyone about our little arrangement, how the mighty Prince of Saiyans wanted for me to tie him up like a Christmas ham, to be porked and basted-”
Vegeta reeled on her, horrified. “Fuck! Shut up, woman! Okay, I’ll do it.”
Despite her authoritative and steadfast command, Bulma’s striking blue irises twinkled with amusement. Vegeta rolled his eyes, beginning his ungraceful shuffle back towards the room.
“I’ll bring you a shirt,” She called after him. “I still have a few of yours tucked away in my wardrobe.”
Vegeta paused, feeling a well of appreciation for his ex wife. Despite everything that had transpired between them, she was still one of the most supportive and understanding people in his life.
“Woman!” He looked over his shoulder, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you. I appreciate you helping me with… this. Even if you are a gigantic pain in the ass.”
She snorted. The warm, grateful feeling in his gut quickly dissolved with her following words. “It seems like I’m not the only pain in your ass, and I’m certainly not the worst.”
“Oh, fuck you!”
**End**