Kakarotto's Balls
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,904
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own DBZ or its characters or their testicles and I don't profit from writing fanfic.
Vegeta's Vengeance 11-15
A/N: This completes the "Kill Your OTP" table, but there will be more!
#11 Distance
Visions of Saiyajin balls come to me in the night. Your balls. I toss and turn, sweat and fume, wake crying out my agony. It was not difficult to talk my woman into beating the obsession out of me. She took to cracking the whip as she takes to everything I desire of her, and my back is now welted with her blows. Drive out the visions, Bulma. Free me from that which I can no longer have. Without planet, without subjects, without purpose. All I see before me are your balls, Kakarotto. And I cannot bear it any longer.
#12 Crush
It is too much. I am lost and feverish, delirious. The gravity is too dense and my mind misgives. My strength wanes! Is it you, Kakarotto, sitting on my face in the early mornings, smothering me with the pale moistness of testicles too sweet to endure? When I startle awake, you are gone and I am crushed by your absence even more than I was by your presence. Father, I cry out to you: is it better to be dead than to endure an empty cosmos, bereft of even one to worship us, even one to share his Saiyajin balls?
#13 Communication
I hear your laugh, Kakarotto, foolish and mocking. I cannot close my ears to the sound that maddens me. Return, you coward, and face me. Bring back the balls that belong to me, to your Prince. Let me again weigh them in my palm, press them with my mighty lips, own them as only the Saiyajin heir may. I tire of this game, of your inane chuckle that echoes in my mind. Give me back what is mine my birth, by right, by command! Accept your place while I still permit it. My tongue will bear witness to your submission.
#14 Change
Your human woman rejoices at your unexpected homecoming. Your half-breed offspring cheer your glorious return. They embrace you, feed you, cherish you. But I respond as a prince, one has long expected you. My heart hammers in my chest, my hands ball into fists, my cock hardens to aching. I force myself to stillness. I hold myself in readiness. I will not come to you, Kakarotto, though your testes call to me louder than any battlecry. Let others celebrate your reappearance. They are fools. Only I know the true meaning of your arrival. Only I know you return to me.
#15 Time
You leave almost as suddenly as you arrived. I deny the insult you attempt to place upon me. I will not deign to decry your departure any more than I celebrated your arrival. Be gone! Stay away as long as your foolish whims lead. I am no sparring partner, to be used for practice. I am no lover, to be toyed with. I am no mate, to whom to offer broken promises. I am your Prince, Kakarotto, your one true destiny. Your balls belong to me, now and always, and I will claim and own them, however long the wait.
#11 Distance
Visions of Saiyajin balls come to me in the night. Your balls. I toss and turn, sweat and fume, wake crying out my agony. It was not difficult to talk my woman into beating the obsession out of me. She took to cracking the whip as she takes to everything I desire of her, and my back is now welted with her blows. Drive out the visions, Bulma. Free me from that which I can no longer have. Without planet, without subjects, without purpose. All I see before me are your balls, Kakarotto. And I cannot bear it any longer.
#12 Crush
It is too much. I am lost and feverish, delirious. The gravity is too dense and my mind misgives. My strength wanes! Is it you, Kakarotto, sitting on my face in the early mornings, smothering me with the pale moistness of testicles too sweet to endure? When I startle awake, you are gone and I am crushed by your absence even more than I was by your presence. Father, I cry out to you: is it better to be dead than to endure an empty cosmos, bereft of even one to worship us, even one to share his Saiyajin balls?
#13 Communication
I hear your laugh, Kakarotto, foolish and mocking. I cannot close my ears to the sound that maddens me. Return, you coward, and face me. Bring back the balls that belong to me, to your Prince. Let me again weigh them in my palm, press them with my mighty lips, own them as only the Saiyajin heir may. I tire of this game, of your inane chuckle that echoes in my mind. Give me back what is mine my birth, by right, by command! Accept your place while I still permit it. My tongue will bear witness to your submission.
#14 Change
Your human woman rejoices at your unexpected homecoming. Your half-breed offspring cheer your glorious return. They embrace you, feed you, cherish you. But I respond as a prince, one has long expected you. My heart hammers in my chest, my hands ball into fists, my cock hardens to aching. I force myself to stillness. I hold myself in readiness. I will not come to you, Kakarotto, though your testes call to me louder than any battlecry. Let others celebrate your reappearance. They are fools. Only I know the true meaning of your arrival. Only I know you return to me.
#15 Time
You leave almost as suddenly as you arrived. I deny the insult you attempt to place upon me. I will not deign to decry your departure any more than I celebrated your arrival. Be gone! Stay away as long as your foolish whims lead. I am no sparring partner, to be used for practice. I am no lover, to be toyed with. I am no mate, to whom to offer broken promises. I am your Prince, Kakarotto, your one true destiny. Your balls belong to me, now and always, and I will claim and own them, however long the wait.