Uncharted Waters

Warning: This chapter contains very light sub/dom, (feh, like I need a warning for that marshmellow shit.) orgy (now we\'re talking!) and double penetration. (WOO HOO!) Don\'t like this? Don\'t read.

Chapter XVI

“Are you all right?”

Piccolo looked startled, “Yeah,” he answered, “Why?”

“Nothing, you just seem a bit…off.” Dark eyes regarded the Namek for a moment, “So what did Gohan want to talk to you about? He seemed pretty agitated.”

“Well you know the kid is a bit high strung.”

“High strung? Hell, the brat almost bit my head off when he asked me where you where. I nearly sent him home with a ki ball up his ass for his insolence.”

“He was really upset.”

There was a moment of silence to accommodate an explanation, however, one never came.

“Really.”

“Uh-huh”

Vegeta shot him the ‘what the hell have you been smoking’ look, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Vegeta, I’m fine.” The Namek collected his thoughts, as scattered as they were at the moment. “Gohan got in a row with his wife, that’s all.”

“With an attitude like that I can see why.” He cocked his head, “It must have been bad for him to fly all the way up here to bitch about it.”

“It involved Pan.” That’s right, Piccolo, lay it on thick. “Videl thinks she’s too young to start training.”

“What?” Vegeta shook his head in disbelief, “But I thought they started her training nearly two years ago.”

The green man shrugged, “Videl’s had a change of heart. From what I understand, she wants Pan to have a ‘normal’ childhood. Gohan thinks she’s being irrational, apparently she’s going through some kind of empty-nest syndrome because the kid is going to start kindergarten this fall.”

Behind the false barrier of impassivity Kami had erected, Piccolo was tormented with grief at each new lie he had to construct to replace the last. But what else could he do? Trunks had five more days. As much as he cared for his bond-son, he’d throttle him if he took one second longer than his allotted time. He hoped the kid would keep his word and talk to his father soon. This façade was becoming harder to maintain as time went by.

The Saiyan Prince scoffed, “Yeah, and what a great first day of school she’s going to have when she goes to play with another child and ends up tearing a limb off,” he couldn’t help but snicker here as he got a mental picture of the little girl holding a dismembered arm, “because she can’t control her own strength.”

“Hey, I’m not arguing with you. I think it’s absurd, but Videl is obviously trying to put her foot down. Gohan said they were screaming at each other for nearly two hours.”

“Ah, marriage.” Vegeta said with a false whistfulness, “how I don’t miss it.”

Piccolo, pushing his emotions aside, forced a smirk, “Be glad you weren’t married.”

“Thank the demons,” he said, “well, what did you tell the kid?”

Vegeta listened as the Namek gave a brief narrative of how he had dealt with his pissed-off pupil, feeling a little put-off that Piccolo had not simply shown him mentally. Usually, if something interesting happened they would play back the scenes in their minds for the other to view. Yet this time the memory was shut-off from him. He wasn’t too worried about it; it had been a one-on-one conversation, after all. He reasoned his mate was protecting Gohan’s privacy. Still, the green warrior felt peculiar to him. It wasn’t obvious, but something was slightly amiss with his younger lover. Over the last couple of days he had been unusually fidgety, yet when he searched him through their bond he sensed nothing but ease. It was bothering him, honestly. However, he didn’t want to press the issue if there wasn’t an issue to press. He would wait a little longer to see if this odd behavior continued.


They journeyed to the flourishing plains in the south. Today, it would serve as their training grounds, being an optimal location to kick the shit out of each other undisturbed.

Ground combat gave way to aerial, their movements picking up speed with each passing second until they where nothing more than vibration beyond human sight. The echoing thunderclap of their colliding powers disturbed a number of small indigenous villages, miles away. The natives wondered, not for the first time, why the Gods saw fit to disturb their afternoon sleep with their disruptive merrymaking. After a few hours they got their peace.

The Namek was hurled to the ground at break-neck speed. He collided with the Earth, leaving a deep furrow in the ground from the impact. A mere second passed before he made a move to rise, but suddenly the Saiyan slammed him back down. Iron-like hands snapped around his wrists forcing him immobile. He fought against it only for a moment, and then settled down, signaling his abdication. Aqua eyes regarded him warmly. “I win.”

The usual response was an insult of some manner. ‘Prick’ and ‘Asshole’, were among the favorites, ‘cunt-bunny’ if he were feeling especially vindictive. But today he merely nodded, “So you did.”

Vegeta relaxed his grip, but stayed poised above his partner, pinning him loosely to the ground. The both of them were pretty banged up. This was their bi-monthly ‘no-holds barred’ session. Training alone would only take you so far; the same could be said of a friendly spar. To attain true power they had to push each other as much as possible and did so in these battles. Though it was true that the Saiyan had superior strength—and did indeed win the majority of the time—the Namek’s vast array of powers could not be taken for granted. Case in point—

“Vegeta,” Piccolo said, looking intently at the shorter man above him.

“Yes?”

A sinister smile curled on the green man’s lips. “Look up.”

Slightly baffled, Vegeta raised his head to see…Piccolo, floating twenty or so feet above him. He looked back down at the Namek in his grip that was now point-blankly laughing at him.

“Fuck!” he swore, but it was too late, the double form had sailed down and violently kicked the Saiyan off of his captive. Vegeta was pitched a few hundred feet in the air until he managed to right himself. Snarling, he soared back down; aiming ki blasts at the two Nameks that were truly one. However a third figure phased in to his side, belting him across the cheek. He rolled in the air sev tim times, before landing in a crouch on the grassy plain.

“Tri-form!,” he exclaimed looking at the three Piccolos in agitation—and more than a little salaciousness, though he tried to hide it— as each one rewarded him with a shit-eating grin. “When in the hell did you have time for that? I’ve had my eye on you the entire time.”

All three of them shrugged, the one in the center, which was the one he had pinned earlier, answered “When you knocked me into the river. I had these two,” he motioned to the Nameks on either side of him, “stay emerged for a few minutes while I took off after you.”

“You hid them?”

“I did.”

Impressed, Vegeta smiled, “Dirty little sneak.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

The prince smirked, licking his lips, “Yes, actually, I’d prefer you on the ground, begging for mercy.”

“Such a tease,” the one on the left said, before launching himself at the older man. The other two shortly followed suit, surrounding the Saiyan, diving in and out delivering blow after blow.

As skilled as each one was, Piccolo lacked his full power split in three. He knew this and thus tried to distract the prince with two of his forms while attacking with the third. It worked for a moment, but Vegeta was soon getting the upper hand. His exceptional power and speed allowed him to dart between the three of them landing a round of punches and kicks to each one of them. Not an easy task, as his opponents seemed to constantly change their positions, but one he could handle nonetheless.

After a short time it was apparent who the victor would be. But Piccolo wasn’t one to give up easily, and in a last ditch effort the three closed in on the Saiyan lightning quick, wrapping around him like a living vise.

Temporarily immobilized, Vegeta summoned his strength to throw them off, but before he could do so a pair of hands smoothed down his backside, while another roamed up the inside of his thigh. A tongue was tracing his ear, while another sucked the salt from the skin of his neck. He shuddered and held his breath as he felt something rub against his crotch, and oh Gods!, a hand had worked its way underneath his pants to tease his tail-spot. His eyes rolled back in his head. He was being violated from all sides, and by the Abyss, he was loving every second of it. They had only done this twice before, but that was only with a double form, not a triple. He gasped as he felt three hard lengths press against him. He was quickly losing his resolve. Why hadn’t they done this more often? Then he remembered; Piccolo complained that it took too much concentration and that it gave him a one hell of a migraine afterwards. Damn it all, but it wasn’t fair! He had wet dreams for weeks after the last time. He felt one of the shafts nudge into him from behind, and another line up with his own. He rocked back in forth between them, cursing and moaning at the same time. However, he wasn’t going to be mollified so easily, especially when he knew he was being teased.

He suddenly powered up, flinging off his not so unwelcome opponents. Phasing out of sight, he rounded on them.

“Not nice,” he hissed, trembling slightly due to his aching arousal.

“But I was trying to be,” one said, “until you ruined my fun,” another finished.

“Don’t pull that shit on me, you were waiting for me to relax my guard.”

One of the Piccolos smiled. “Was I? How can you be so sure?”

“Piccolo,” he growled.

“Yes?” All three of them answered.

“You’re infuriating!”

Grins all around, but the one to the Prince’s right shrugged. “Fine,” he said simply, “you win. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to pick up where I left off.” The other two gave a short nod of agreement, looking at the Saiyan as if he were a choice cut of meat.

The prince was having a hard time swallowing that statement. Unfortunately, split into three, Piccolo was hard to read. And lets be honest, it was too good to be true.

Sensing his reluctance, all three of them descended to the ground, looking up at the Prince as he floated above them surrounded in a golden aura of power.

“What would you have me do to prove it?”

Aqua eyes narrowed.

“Kneel,” he crossed his arms, “all of you.”

The three Nameks exchanged a look before sinking to their knees.

“Now what?” They asked in unison.

“Silence!” Vegeta snapped, his voice like steel, “If you so much as move without permission, I will blast you.”

Three cocks filled with blood. So, Piccolo thought, I’m getting a taste of my own medicine…this could get good.

Slowly, the prince floated down eyeing each one in turn searching for any insubordination. Finally, he smiled triumphantly, although he didn’t power down.

“Good,” he said stalking back and forth in front of them, “now, undress,” They started to pull their clothing off, “each other,” he finished with a smirk.

They paused, looking at the elite in disbelief.

“You heard me, now get going!”

Hurriedly, they rushed to comply.

“Easy…one at a time…that’s it.” Steady though his voice may be, his blood was boiling with desire. He couldn’t believe his luck. Soon there where three—Three!— very nude Piccolos kneeling before him, each one ready for the taking. He swallowed, Gods, what a sight! Oh, the things he could do, would do…he chuckled darkly.

“You,” he said pointing to the one on the right, “come here.”

The Namek rose, prick bobbing as he made his way to the Super Saiyan. Vegeta grabbed his wrist and spun him around so that his back was pressed against his chest, “On your knees.”
Piccolo lowered himself to the ground. “Now,” the prince said, addressing the other two, “lets conduct a little experiment.”

Placing his hands on the taller man’s shoulders in front of him, he leaned down and took the end of an antenna in his mouth. The other two remained motionless, eyes glued to the more powerful warrior until Vegeta began to suck, at which point they gasped and rocked slightly on their knees.

He grinned, moving over to the other antennae, running his tongue up and down the length before lightly nipping the end, hands roving over the chiseled chest beneath him. He heard a collective moan as he added suction to the appendage in his mouth. He stayed like that for a time, sucking lightly, watching the shafts of the other two as they began leaking and shuddering his his ministrations on their third counterpart. A chorus of quiet gasps and groans reached his sensitive ears. With a wicked smile he ceased and straightened, causing the Namek under him to sigh in disappointment.

“So, I was right,” he gloated, “what one feels, so do the others.” He pushed the Namek that was kneeling before him on to his rear; the Prince crouched behind him. Wrapping an arm around the younger’s chest he trailed the pointed ear with his tongue, earning a shiver, before whispering, “I want you to stay still, and watch.”

“You two,” he barked suddenly, “up on your feet.”

More slowly that he would have liked, they stood, waiting for the next command.

“Touch each other.”

They looked at him as if he had grown another head.

“Do it,” he warned, pinching his captor’s antennae between his fingers.

They winced. After a moment’s hesitation, they faced each other. The one on the left reached out and timidly ran his hand down the other Namek’s chest. Slowly, the other took a step closer, apparently more brave, and wrapped his arms around his companion, nuzzling the other’s neck. Becoming more comfortable with the situation, the other reached out again, until both of their hands began to rove freely over the green expanses of skin.

Vegeta purred with pleasure. “Kiss” he said softly as his own hand moved to the third’s erection, stroking it languidly, causing a deep moan.

Surprisingly, this needed no further urging. With a tilt of his head, thll wll warrior had captured his double’s lips.

The prince thought he was going to come in his pants. “You see that?” he asked, voice trembling with lust, “Do you see how exquisite you are?” However, the green man beneath him seemed to have lost his power for speech. He settled for a groan as his mate slowly stroked him to madness.

The kissing couple, to all appearances, had forgotten their on-lookers. Tongues dueled in hot, needy, mouths, dripping erections ground together like erotic swordplay. With a breath of air their mouths separated, the one on the left moved to suckle an antennae, while the right gripped the other’s erection.

The kneeling third finally, in a small breath, pleaded, “Let me touch you.”

A twisted smile crawled into the elite’s face, “But aren’t you enjoying the show?”

“Please,” he whispered.

Strong hands tilted the Namek’s head back; hungry lips devoured thetingting, wanton mouth, swallowing a gasp as the other two picked up their play. The smaller man broke the kiss, staring into the dark depths of his mate’s desire clouded eyes.

“You may.”

Piccolo twisted in his older mate’s arms, seeking out every bare space of skin he could find. Vegeta purred in pleasure, turquoise eyes glazed as he continued to watch the pair in front of him. He let his eager partner divest him of his tattered clothing, throwing the scraps to the ground haphazardly. The elite shuddered as skilled hands drew down his back playing over the muscles like hs sos some kind of tightly wound instrument. Closing his eyes momentarily to enjoy the sensation, he brought his finger to his mouth, coating it with saliva.

“Enough,” he breathed, “lay back.”

The younger warrior did as he was told, spreading himself slightly to accommodate his lover. The prince’s full attention settled on the Namek beneath him. He lifted his lover’s leg placing it over his shoulder, and gently breached the ring of muscle with his fingertip, working slowly back and forth. He grinned as his mate writhed beneath him and glanced up to find the other two had gone stock-still.

They stared at him with wide dark eyes, arms wrapped around the other and hips flushed together. Pushing his finger in further he watched their reaction as he hit his captive’s prostate. Both of their heads rolled back and a quiet moan escaped their swollen lips. He leered at them, trying desperately to control his savage urges. This had to be within the top ten of the most erotic experiences of his life. Why not make it into the top five? He thought lewdly as a particular debauched image came to his mind.

All three of them gasped at his depiction, silently applauding his very active imagination.

“Are you sure about that?” asked the Namek beneath him. Although his voice had a note of concern in it, his face was a portrait of lechery.

“Oh yes,” he breathed thickly, inserting another finger, “If you’re up to it, that is.”

Piccolo moaned as he was stretched further and further. You would think after eight years he would have gotten used to it, but each time was just as mind blowing as the last. Taking a breath, “I think I can manage it,” he panted when the third and final finger was worked into him, “Gods, I love your filthy mind.”

“Hn, thank the porno we watched a few months back.”

The Namek groaned as the fingers where replaced with something more warm and solid, grateful that Vegeta had remembered the lube. “Remind me,” he moaned, “to cut a check to the adult movie industry.”

Vegeta chuckled which turned into a groan of his own as he thrust his hips forward. He looked up at the two Namekian voyeurs watching their every move. Slowly they sunk to their knees, a silent plea to join in. He nodded his head and gathering his power levitated roughly four feet of the ground, his lover secure in his grasp.

And then they were beneath him. He felt hands run underneath him and leaned back into a hard chest, breathing heavily as he thrust shallowly into his mate. All conscious thought flew from his mind as a hot tongue settle in the small of his back over the scar that could bring him both intense pleasure and pain. The Namek in his arms pulled himself up and devoured his mouth, just as he felt himself spread and third set of lips settled on him, working him over. His scream of pleasure was swallowed; every inch of body was tingling in anticipation.

The suction on his tail spot continued as did the invading tongue, doubled with the tightness around him, he was unsure of how long he was going to last. His urgency must have shown, for he was quickly, but thoroughly prepared.

The two Nameks under him sat down on the grass facing each other, twining their legs in such a way so that their pricks where lined up equally. Pouring out every last bit of lube, they coated themselves until they where dripping in the substance. Vegeta slowly descended, and let them guide him down, while the Namek in his lap pulled off momentarily. He whimpered at the loss of the tight heat, but soon was beyond all sound as he slowly lowered himself on the dual shafts.

Inch by inch he sunk down, it was painful at first, but Vegeta liked pain a little too much. A mantra of broken moans and cries broke around him, but he paid them no heed. He felt like one long nerve, stretched beyond imagination as he bore down harder on the green men beneath him. The cocks felt as if they would tear him in two, even so he had to reach between his legs and yank his testicles down for fear of coming prematurely. Finally, after what seemed an eternity he was fully seated. Reaching out he took the hand of the third Namek and guided him back down on his own prick that felt like it was going to burst.

Slowly he rocked up into the tight canal of his lover, and the pushed himself back on the two huge cocks. Arms around him tightened painfully, as he repeated this action over and over, gradually picking up speed.

This continued for a moment, until there were mouths and hands everywhere. They undulated against each other. Sweat slicked between all of them, sliding against the other one like a well-oiled machine. The prince was going into overload fast as he was being dually fucked and fucking at the same time. His lover too was beyond all rational thought or speech as he could feel himself being simultaneously penetrated and squeezed tightly—almost too tightly—as the prince pistoned between each of them.

Not being able to stop themselves, the two on the ground thrust their hips earning a howl from the Saiyan above them. They latched on to his waist, pulling him roughly down in an attempt to press in deeper into his taut, slick, opening. The smaller man countered by slamming his own hips upward, his thick shaft delving further into the contracting channel around him.

As much as he desired to prolong the sensation, his body had other ideas and with a deafening shriek the prince wrenched his eyes shut and spasmed, causing his three lovers to arch nearly in two. They made no sound as they collectively came, but in retrospect they were simply beyond it. Their world shattered over and over until finally in a flash of bright light they were gone, to be replaced by one.

Vegeta opened his now black, eyes to stare down at his lover, gingerly lifting himself up. He was going to be a bit sore tomorrow, but that was fine with him. Currently, he was more worried about his mate. Piccolo had blacked out, and understandably so. He couldn’t imagine the utter concentration that must have taken, and to top it off they had been kicking the crap out of each other earlier. He smiled in admiration; his mate was truly gifted.

The Saiyan considered picking him up and flying him to the Lookout to recover, however, upon looking around for his own non-existent training attire, he thought better of it. Another set of clothing gone, he thought with a sigh. Though it was a small price to pay, he reflected, for such an amazing experience. He’d simply have to wait for his mate to awaken and conjure up something for him to wear. So, happily, he curled himself around the taller warrior and shut his eyes, snoozing.

Approximately twenty minutes had passed, when the younger warrior began to stir. He opened his eyes and groaned, throwing an arm over his face as the sun hit him full on. He felt hung-over, like he usually did after performing the tri-form for long periods of time. Blood hammered behind his eyes, and his stomach flip-flopped several times before he felt a warm hand smooth over his brow.

“I can’t believe you went through with it,” the prince murmured softly, “you didn’t have to, you know.”

“Hn.”

He laughed softly and sent a wave of affection to his younger mate. “I know you’re ready to throw your guts up, but we need to get back to the Lookout and you ruined our clothes.”

“I ruined?” he managed, speech coming to him once more, “I seem to recall your outfit being fairly tattered before I even laid a hand on it.”

“We don’t need to get into specifics.”

Despite the building migraine, he grinned. “Right.” Sitting up gingerly, he shut his eyes and concentrated and suddenly once more they were fully clothed. Rising slowly with the aid of the prince, they took their leave.

When they arrived in their rooms, the Namek threw off his clothes and collapsed on the bed. Vegeta had asked if he needed anything, to which he shook his head, and then muttered something about missing lunch and then left to fill his stomach. He lay there in the center of the spread, guilt coming back as he recalled the conversation between Gohan and himself.

While it was correct that the demi-Saiyan had gotten into a row, it was not with his wife, nor was Pan in any way involved. Goten had filled his older brother in on what he had witnessed two days ago, and apparently, Gohan had not believed him. That was until his younger sibling mentioned that his mentor had seen the entire thing as well. So, of course, his one-time protégé came to confirm the story. However, the Namek had a feeling that the kid all ready knew, due to his incensed countenance upon first seeing him. After calming the young man down he had confirmed Goten’s story was true. It had gotten incredibly ugly after that.

Instead of blaming Goku, Gohan had blamed Trunks, stating that the youth seduced his poor naïve father while he was vulnerable. This had set the Namek off. They had argued for a good ten minutes before, outraged, Gohan announced that he was going to confront Vegeta about his floozy son. This of course, stopped the Namek dead. Reluctantly he conceded, nearly pleading with demi-Saiyan to keep this to himself, if only for a while. Gohan had hesitantly changed his plans out of respect for his mentor, but it was obvious he was far from pleased. He agreed not to tell anyone else, but he would confront Trunks about his unacceptable behavior. Piccolo had finally nodded; he could push his influence only so far, watching as the young man took his leave.

His thoughts broke off as his mate re-entered the room and crawled into the bed next to him. He cracked open an eye as he felt powerful hands work over his tightly drawn muscles, soothing away the annoying pain behind his eyes. Slowly he loosened under the touch, becoming inappropriately—in his opinion—aroused again. But, he didn’t protest as he felt the hands move lower over his body.

“You’ve improved,” Vegeta said, quietly, speaking of the earlier battle. “Your power has increased three-fold in the last year.” His eyes narrowed in thought, as he worked the younger man beneath him, “I think you’ll be caught up to me soon. I’m not sure if I like the thought of that or not.”

“Too bad, princy, you’re going to have to deal with it,” he replied with a soft smile, feeling substantially better, at least physically.

“We’ll see.”

The Namek rolled his eyes in ecstasy as he was prepared and slowly taken again. Inside however, he felt he didn\'t deserve one bit of this attention, thus his earlier strain to fulfill his mate’s long-standing fantasy. It had been worth the terrible headache to see Vegeta so engulfed in rapture. Yet, to be honest, he thought he was getting off way too easily. At this point he’d skewer himself on a pike if it would please his lover. He wished, for the thousandth time, that this was all said and done with, knowing full well that this was the calm before the storm.



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Mmm, nice mental pictures in this one, if I do say so myself.

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