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:
5,905
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Damn You, Kakarotto
A/N: The obsession continues.
Damn You, Kakarotto
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
You appear suddenly before me, the glow of the afterlife in your eyes and a grin spreading across your foolish face. How long have you been gone this time? How many months have you looked down at me from the beyond while I know nothing of your existence? How long have I been resisting the thought of you and your Saiyajin balls?
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
You speak, and what you say penetrates the fiery ache in the depth of my soul. I stutter and sputter my rage. The injustice! You will never truly know the injustice of it, Kakarotto. I swing but miss you, and you appear behind me.
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
The words strike me like a mighty fist that strikes my skull and leaves me senseless. They savage me like a sword's edge that severs my limbs and amputates my confidence. They rend me like a dragon's claws that rip open my chest and draw forth my life's blood. I roar with loathing as you fold your arms across your chest and smile.
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
Tailless, homeless, unworshipped and unknown: it is sacrilege that your words bring me such a vision of myself! Did I not suffer enough, kidnapped as a child and forced to serve an ignoble and sadistic master, to watch my father and my homeworld destroyed, to claw my way back to freedom and proclaim my birthright? My title remains true, my royal blood still pumps supremacy through my veins. But you, unworthy warrior, infantile remnant of a once-glorious world, declare yourself this planet's champion and actually believe such a claim has value.
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
Damn you! Damn your blithe, cocky demeanor. Damn your denial of your heritage. Damn your unwillingness to serve as you were born to serve. Even here, on my knees, as you rub your stiff, wet cock across my face and tempt me with the inescapable allure of your treacherous Saiyajin balls, I damn you, Kakarotto.
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
You appear suddenly before me, the glow of the afterlife in your eyes and a grin spreading across your foolish face. How long have you been gone this time? How many months have you looked down at me from the beyond while I know nothing of your existence? How long have I been resisting the thought of you and your Saiyajin balls?
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
You speak, and what you say penetrates the fiery ache in the depth of my soul. I stutter and sputter my rage. The injustice! You will never truly know the injustice of it, Kakarotto. I swing but miss you, and you appear behind me.
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
The words strike me like a mighty fist that strikes my skull and leaves me senseless. They savage me like a sword's edge that severs my limbs and amputates my confidence. They rend me like a dragon's claws that rip open my chest and draw forth my life's blood. I roar with loathing as you fold your arms across your chest and smile.
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
Tailless, homeless, unworshipped and unknown: it is sacrilege that your words bring me such a vision of myself! Did I not suffer enough, kidnapped as a child and forced to serve an ignoble and sadistic master, to watch my father and my homeworld destroyed, to claw my way back to freedom and proclaim my birthright? My title remains true, my royal blood still pumps supremacy through my veins. But you, unworthy warrior, infantile remnant of a once-glorious world, declare yourself this planet's champion and actually believe such a claim has value.
"Get on your knees, Vegeta."
Damn you! Damn your blithe, cocky demeanor. Damn your denial of your heritage. Damn your unwillingness to serve as you were born to serve. Even here, on my knees, as you rub your stiff, wet cock across my face and tempt me with the inescapable allure of your treacherous Saiyajin balls, I damn you, Kakarotto.