Hormone Therapy
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Hormone Therapy
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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs.
Sex.
I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.
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Vegeta
woke up this time, in a pile ofves.ves.
He blinked, stared, tried to remember how he got here.
the site of a giant-ass fish, steaming and smelling both delicious and
disgusting. Kakarot was smiling at him,
and when Vegeta failed to reach up and take the fish, the hot meal was dumped
on his lap, and Goku retreated a few yards to finish eating his own
dinner. But the baka’s eyes never left
Vegeta.
Details
filtered back. Kakarot had bit
him. Bulma had drugged him and changed
his gender. Kakarot had BIT HIM?!
bite, and found that half his shoulder was bloody from the injury.
ago, but the blood congealed and crusted on his skin. Vegeta couldn’t remember much about these sorts of things, but he
knew that this was a very bad thing indeed.
Everything in him was shifting around, and he felt that soere ere along
the way he was losing something important.
“Eat,”
Kakarot said.
And
Vegeta did. Just like that.
to. And though he tried his hardest, he
couldn’t break the compulsion, couldn’t even figure out why exactly he wanted
to fight, just knew that he didn’t want to be ordered around by the other
Saiyan because he was the Prince and Goku was the third class, and if anyone
should be ordering anyone it would be the other way around.
Yet,
here he was, tearing chunks out of the fish and chewing them and swallowing
them all because that baka had told him to.
Not
good.
Once
the fish was gone, Vegeta sucked the juice off his fingers, and having
satisfied the command, he went back to staring at the bite on his shoulder,
trying to figure out what it would mean.
He wasn’t exactly an adulen hen his entire planet was destroyed and he didn’t
exactly have a great deal of time to sit around and attempt to read the
histories of the universe to try and get a glimpse of what the Saiyan race had
been like. But he had this odd
suspicious that he had been claimed.
Which was not good, because he did know that the males of the Saiyan race
were always the dominant. Once a woman
was claimed she was subservient, she was obedient and she generally didn’t do
much other than breed, whelp and raise children. Which in itself was a great honor, because it was the mother’s
place to teach the young until they were of age to be enlisted in more advanced
training programs.
Vegeta
was going to kill Bulma. He was going
to rend her limb from limb and laugh as she bled to death.
“Hey.
Vegeta,” Goku said. He scratched the
back of his head, and then laughed nervously.
“Sorry about the bite.”
“You
should be!” Vegeta crossed his arms
over his chest and wondered if trying to stand up would be a good idea.
stood, the world changed funky colors all around him. So he just sat there, indignant.
Trying to figure out what it was exactly that Kakarot had inadvertently done
when he bit Vegeta. If there was a way
to reverse it. pan>pan>
“Hey,
Vegeta…” Goku moved forward, “What’s that smell?”
And
the compulsion was there again, to answer Kakarot honestly and do as he
said. “It’s me.”
“Why?”
around the bite mark.
Vegeta
cursed all the gods. Why did the planet
Vegeta have to be destroyed?
never been destroyed he would not be in this mess, because he would never have
had to meet Kakarot much less get turned into a female and get claimed by the
idiot. “Because the stupid woman
changed my genetics.”
“Do
you’re part female now?” Goku was now just centimeters above the mark on Vegeta’s
shoulder so that he felt every warm, wet puff of breath.
made him shiver.
“Yes.”
the same time. Because every species
anywhere had one thought: to preserve their kind. And the Prince of All Saiyans had just been handed the very means
with which to propagate his race. Of
course, there was the unpleasant snag of having to mate with the only other
full-blooded Saiyan. Not that he would
really be able to object at this point.
Because if Kakarot ordered him to lie down and spread, he would have to
do exactly that. At least until he
figured out a way to break this dominance over him.
“Bulma
doesn’t smell like this,” Goku said.
Vegeta
tried very hard not to shudder, tried not to reach up and wrap his hands around
the baka’s shoulders, tried not to tip his head to one side and reveal the
stretch of recently abused neck, but all his attempts were doomed to fail.
stopped just short of whimpering and pushing his shoulder up the centimeter to
connect to Kakarot’s mouth.
“I
like it. Smells nice.”
shoulder.
Wasn’t
that amazing? Vegeta thought, there was absolutely no pain in it.
pleasure. Vegeta whimpered, cursed
himself for an idiot because what sort of Prince whimpers?
presence of mind to keep himself from pulling Kakarot over him as he leaned
back. He felt the baka’s monstrous
thigh press between Vegeta’s legs, and he shuddered when Goku started to rock
against him. Vegeta cursed mentally,
listened to the gasps and whimpers that escaped from him, and fought to free
his leg so he could spread his legs wider.
Goku finally broke away from the bite and he pulled back, bloody grin,
eyes darker than Vegeta had ever seen them, and the baka nuzzled him, pressed
their faces together.
Why
had the nimrod stopped?
Correction,
why had his mouth stopped? Because his
hips never really stopped rocking against Vegeta. And this apparently confused the great orange baka, because he
looked at Vegeta for a moment like he hadn’t the foggiest clue what he was
doing, why he was doing it and what exactly was supposed to happen next.
all sort of promises.
Vegeta
shuddered, cursed whatever fool made mating-bonds and said: “Yes, Kakarot?”
together tighter, but the baka was biting his own lip in concentration, still with
the puzzled look. “Do you know what
your doing?” Vegeta asked.
“No,”
Goku said. IT was a whine.
Great,
the Prince thought, I’m stuck under a large Super Saiyan that never hit puberty
and doesn’t know what he’s doing. Perfect.
what sex is?”
Goku
grimaced. “I don’t like sex.”
Really?!
managed to maneuver himself so that Goku was now rocking against him.
Gokuruggrugged. “Smells bad.
Another
whimper, and Vegeta realized that his whole body had flushed a shade of
red. He ran his hands down Goku’s back,
pressed his palms flatinstinst his lower back, resisted the urge to grab the
big baka, flip him over and show him just how much work sex was.
to that,” groan “screeching harpy.”
Goku
stopped. Stared at Vegeta.
WHY
DID HE STOP?! IS HE THAT BIG OF AN
IDIOT? Vegeta did not scream, but he
felt as if he should. “I mean, Kakarot,
that when you’re not trying to fuck an annoying breakable human it’s different.”
“Really?”
Why
did he have to ask every question twice?
“Yes.”
Then
Goku started to shake everywhere, like a spastic puppy, and he grabbed Vegeta
by the arms and shook him ttlettle. “Can
we?!”
Why?
Vegeta demanded. Why had he ever drank
that stuff? What hadn’t he realized
that it was not water? Why hadn’t he
just made himself something else to drink?
Why did fate have such a twisted sense of humor?
And
that apparently was not the right words to say, because two seconds later
Vegeta was completely naked, back against the hard, gritty ground, with an
equally naked, hyperactive Saiyan on top of him. “What now?” Goku asked.
Why?
to fuck this man, why did he have to top off the embarrassment by having the
baka need step by step instructions? “Now,”
Vegeta said, reaching down between them to grip Kakarot’s erection.
with a little fumbling, he found the new entrance into his body, and using his
legs, managed to press the clueless one into him. Pain; because his body was not meant to accommodate female sex
organs, pain because Bulma made him a virgin, and then just the pain as he
heard an echo of his father’s voice.
But pride had very little to do with sex, and he couldn’t summon any
venom against his mate—had the horrible sinking sensation that he never would
be able to.
Goku
was shaking, all around him, inside of him, shaking shi shivering and gasping
like a fish for air. “Smells good,” he
managed to stutter out.
Vegeta
was pleased that his mate was happy with the state of things, but just lying
there, buried under the mountain of muscle on to him him, while he was loosing
his virginity was not exactly the best experience of his life.
Goku stopped shaking enough to look at him.
“Now you have to move.”
“Move?”
Vegeta
wrapped his hands around Goku’s hips, dug his fingers in hard enough to break
human bones, then pushed him back, felt the erection slid out, and pulled him
back in.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
was the response to that. Then “Chichi didn’t
want me to do that!”
Vegeta
spared a bare second to hate the woman—if it were possible to hate her anymore
than he already did—for stifling his mate’s instinctive response.
strong back to Goku’s shoulders. “Now
you do it.”
“Are
you sure Vegeta?” Goku asked. “I mean,
this isn’t how I did it with Chichi.”
“DO
I LOOK LIKE THAT SCREECHING HARPY”
“Uhh…no.”
“Then
don’t treat me like that. You can’t
break me. No MOVE!”
some dominance over his mate, because Goku smiled sweetly, then moved—slowly!
hooked his feet nd tnd the man’s back and pulled him back into his body, fast
and hard enough that Vegeta actually felt something. “It’s like fighting,” Vegeta said, “You have to act like a
Saiyan!”
“But,
Vegeta,” Goku said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Vegeta
smacked his head into the ground under him.
“If you don’t dos ris right, I am going to hurt YOU!”
Goku didn’t look
convinced. “Alright.
Vegeta
took a cleansing breath, reminded himself that it would be a bad idea to punch
the man. And then wrapped his hands in
the spiky head of hair, dragged him back down so his mouth was just over the
bite again, and waited the very seconds it took for Kakarot to press his teeth
back into the wound. And FINALLY, the
baka was getting the picture. He started
rocking again, and then, with a growl into the bite, he pinned Vegeta’s hips to
the ground and started thrusting into him.
AT LAST, Vegeta felt the pressure begin to build, the ticklish,
sunbursts of pleasure that made him shake violently, because he couldn’t he
couldn’t thrust back against his mate.
Unfairly pinned down, he let the noises rise out of him, growling and
whimpering, and felt all his attention focus on that one part of his body,
where he felt the hardness slip and out of him, aided by the unnatural
entrance. KAMI!
Duchess or something. Because he had
never felt anything better in all his life.
Every muscle in his body was tightening impossibly, until it hurt and
then exploded and he went completely lax.
Kakarot
pressed his lips to Vegeta’s, licked him, and then started to whisper his name
with every thrust. “Vegeta, Vegeta,
Vegeta, Vegeta!” And then he burst into
a Super Saiyan—while still inside Vegeta—and made them both howl.
eyes twinkling in unimaginable happiness.
“Wow!” he said, “I liked that!
Can we do it again?”
Vegeta
shook his head and pressed a hand to his sweaty forehead.
Then
the pouting. “Why not?”
“Because
unless you intend to allow me to fuck you, you’re going to have to give me a
few minutes!” He used his arms to push
at Goku’s chest until he felt him slide completely out of his body.
Goku
sighed, pouted, and moved back to sit and stare at Vegeta.
~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Yeah, Smut!
Gk: Can we
do it again now?
Vegeta: No.
Gk: Now?
Vegeta: No.
Gk: Now?
Vegeta:
LEAVE ME ALONE!