I Made You a Snack

“Heh…let the brat sleep for a few more
moments. Bakarotto’ll clean up here, won’t you pet?” Vegeta purred as Goku
stood up and began collecting the empty dishes and trays. “When the table’s
cleared, bring two bowls in for Trunks and yourself and we’ll see about feeding
you.”

That got Goku hurrying just a bit
faster at the prospect of food. He completed the assigned task quickly and
knelt before his master, holding up the two food bowls for him to take.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Both were quite large and wide, as well as
having stable bottoms so that they wouldn’t tip over if a pet got a bit
overzealous. The two water-bowls were already filled and off to the side, so
Goten exited to refill them and put them on the table as Vegeta heaped what was
left of the meal between the two food bowls.

“Where do you want Bakarotto to
eat?” Goten asked of the other dominant, picking up the food bowl and water
dish assigned to the older pet. Vegeta smirked and pointed to the kennel where
Goten had first discovered his father’s status as a slave. Goten nervously
licked his lips and nodded. Wow… what memories were spurred by looking at that
simple cage! As he walked towards the kennel, Goku followed him on hands and
knees, crawling after him with a desperate whine erupting in short yelps from
his throat. “Hungry?” he asked his father who just bounced up onto his knees
and pawed at the plates in his hand. Goten laughedou’rou’re like a real puppy
aren’t you!?” he asked grinning. Goku just wigghimshimself and pleaded with his
eyes for Goten to just drop the plates and let him at it.

Vegeta looked over at the two Sons,
one a semi-reluctant master, one a reluctant slave, and smiled. He would have
liked to take both of them as his pets, but alas, that would upset the balance.
He put the food and water in front of the sleeping Trunks then left his son
there. Striding over to Goten, he grabbed Goku by the collar and pulled him
down, away from the other master. “Heel Bakarotto!” he barked out, motioning
for Goten to open the cage door and slide the food into the slot on the side.
Still keeping a grip on Goku’s collar which was threatening to choke the
younger full-blood considering how much pressure the slave was putting on his
throat as he strained to reach the food, Vegeta slowly walked Goku over to the
cage and nudged him in with the toe of his boot. Once his pet was securely in,
he locked the cage door and motioned for Goku to eat. “Remember, we’re not
rabid animals Bakarotto. Don’t make a mess.” Vegeta warned the other saiyajin
before turning to Goten. “You might want to wake your slave up if he wants to
eat tonight…”

Goten
nodded and went over to his snoozing pet. He crouched down beside the sleepy
saiyajin and poked him softly. Trunks murmured something incomprehensible and
curled up into a cute ball of flesh and leather. Grinning, Goten began stroking
Trunks’ head, scritching him softly. “Hey chiiiibiii….” He whispered into the
other’s ear. “Wake up sleepy-head….” He blinked as Trunks just continued to
sleep. Snickering, Goten leaned down at nipped at his pet’s neck. “Lazy-uke….”
He chided, nuzzling into his pet’s shoulder. Trunks murred and stretched,
trying to pull himself to a sitting position when he ran out of chain and
promptly half-choked himself. Blinking awake in bafflement, he looked around;
eyes still glazed with sleep and coughed.

“Goten?”
the confused pet inquired, wondering what they were doing here, and he was…oh!
The demi-brat’s brain finally decided to kick in and he flushed, “Sorry
Master…” he apologized instantly for his regression to a less formal title.
“You require something?” he asked, eyes still firmly fixed on the ground
beneath him.

Vegeta
rolled his eyes at the ‘moment’ taking place before him. “Just eat brat…” he
ordered, still standing by his pet’s cage, making sure that the other saiyajin
didn’t make a mess of himself by eating like the empty, bottomless pit that he
was. Trunks looked over at his father, startled at the man’s words before his
sense of smell alerted him to the food in front of him. Oh! Grinning, he pawed
the bowls closer and crawled towards them to eat, hunkering down on his hands
and knees. It was always awkward in this position, but Goten had always
reassured him he’d get better with practice although it was not the most
comforting of ideas.

Once both pets had licked their
bowls clean, and had stacked everything in the kitchen to be cleaned up at a
later time, they each returned to kneel in front of their masters. Both were
curious as to the planned events of the evening although they were experiencing
a bit of nervousness as well, unsure of what to expect.

Vegeta
stepped forward with a leash in hand. Clipping it to Trunks’ collar and handing
it to Goten, he looked over the two petslriglright. Tonight we’re going to have
some fun. It’s about showing off your skills, being in top physical condition,
being a good pet even when it stressful situations, and above all, doing this
while still obeying your master.” The prince soon had another leash in his hand
and attached that to the d-ring in Goku’s collar. “Since we’re rather isolated
here, and it’s a lovely evening, we’re going to play outside…” he announced,
picking up a sack of ‘goodies’ in one hand and heading out the door. Goten
grabbed his own toy bag and followed Vegeta to the back clearing.

“The whole
point of the exercise is to train pets to be fast about performing anything
their master wishes of them. However…despite the efficiency they must show, the
pet must also perform the commands perfectly. Any less is an insult to the
Master and the slave must be punished accordingly.” Vegeta announced as they
all stood outside. Lights from the capsule house shone into the clearing,
lighting it up, and small garden lamps also offered illumination so that all
the saiyajins could see very well in the clearing. “Let me explain how this
game works.” Vegeta said, clearing his throat and speaking a bit louder, “At
each lantern around the clearing is a sheet of orders which informs the pet of
what action to perform, and for how long or how many. In order to prevent
favoritism, we will each be marking another Master’s pet. You have to judge how
well each task is performed and grade them for it. They are not permitted to
leave the post until they have completed it perfectly. For each poor attempt,
they will lose one point. A pet has fifty to begin with, ten for each of the
‘stations. The pet who completes the game, meaning, getting back to where they
started, with the best time and most points, wins. The others however, will
still complete the course so that their masters will know what their weak points
are. Understand!?” he asked.

Goten
nodded, “Hai Vegeta-san…” he said, reaching for Goku’s le Veg Vegeta gave it to
him with a smirk but shook his head when the boy tried to give him Trunks’
leash. Goten frowned, obviously confused. “Aren’t you going to take Trunks?” he
asked the elder saiyajin and blinked in surprise when Vegeta just laughed.

“Use your
senses boy…we’re not the only ones playing this game tonight.” The prince
announced, leering into the unlit forest, his saiyajin sight picking out faint
shadows which slowly drew close and clarified as they came within range of the
light. A black leather-clad Gohan led a naked namek on a leash behind him. The
only coverings Piccolo had were wrist and ankle cuffs locked around his
appendages and a ki-supressing collar of a design which Trunks did not
recognize.

Goten
practically died upon seeing the other pair. “Oh bloody hell! You invited
THEM!?” he demanded of Vegeta who just chuckled and welcomed Gohan to the game.
Piccolo didn’t look as pleased as Gohan to be there. Trunks just stared. Things
were getting more and more confusing with each passing second. ‘Who the hell
would want the namek as a pet?! Well….despite the impressiveness hanging from
between the green-man’s legs.’ The youngest Son continued to stand on the grass
in a stunned silence, the leashes of two pets dangling precariously from his
limp hands.

Gohan waved
at his younger brother as he approached. His main focus of attention however
was on his father, delightfully dressed up as Vegeta’s little concubine.
Piccolo grumbled and tugged half-heartedly at the chain attached to his collar,
trying to pull it out of his master’s hands. Gohan glowered at him. “Bad namek!
Bad!” he snapped marching over to Vegeta, tugging Piccolo behind him and
passing the green man’s chain to the prince of all saiyajins. “Gotta get him a
choke-collar or something…” he muttered. Vegeta laughed and motioned for the
elder Son spawn to take Trunks from his brother.

Goten
grasped his pet’s leash tighter in his hand. “I don’t know….how do I know
you’ll treat him right!?” he asked, suddenly suspicious of his own brother’s
training methods. Trunks rolled his eyes and crawled towards Gohan, pulling on
his leash. He’d had a crush on the elder Son brat for quite some time so he had
no problems being Gohan’s pet for awhile. At least until he learned Gohan’s
true nature…

“Don’t be
an idiot little brother.” He snapped, taking Trunks’ leash and ruffling the
demi-brat’s lavender hair. “You’ll be a good boy won’t you Trunks-chan!?”
Trunks blinked at that. ‘Chan!? The bastard!’ The demi growled deep in his
throat and glowered up at Gohan who just smirked down at him and tapped him on
the nose. “Be nice Trunksie or I’ll hafta bring out the whip…”

Piccolo
leered at Trunks, obviously enjoying the fact that he for once, was not on the
receiving end of Gohan’s depravity. “Have fun Trunks-chan!” he teased, antennas
twitching with his amusement at the other pet’s plight. Vegeta snerked but
delivered a light spank to Piccolo’s rear just to remind him he wasn’t out of
his own situation just yet.

Vegeta sighed, “Alright, we all
know the rules, we know the game plan, let us begin!” He announced, passing out
pens to mark the pets’ score at each station. He tugged at Piccolo’s chain and led
him over to the first station. Peering
at the sheet as if he didn’t know what it is, he took it down and read off the
assignment with a grin, “Perform perfectly the positions that I will read off
once the others are in their spots. Hesitancy will lose you points, and you
cannot move on until you perform each perfectly.”

Gohan
tugged at Trunks’ leash, drawing him towards the second post. “Common
Trunks-chan” he urged, “We want to do well don’t we?” he asked the sulking
youth as they arrived at one of the later posts. “Hmm…letsee. Oh Trunk-chan!
How exciting! We get to play fetch!” Trunks slumped dejectedly. Fetch was only
fun when he and Goten played it with cookies or other treats.

Goten was
having a few issues controlling his father who was straining heavily against
his leash. “Heel! Heel! Did Vegeta teach you nothing!?!?” the demi-saiyajin
growled, yanking forcefully on his father’s collar. Goku choked a bit and
stopped pulling so much; instead he glared resentfully at his younger son.
Goten sighed, “That’s better Bakarotto…now, lets get you a task.” He dragged
the sullen saiyajin over to one of the last posts and sat him down beside it.
“Oooh…look what we’ve got here… you will be timed to see how quickly you can
suck me off.” Goten announced, as he pulled down his tight pants, the leather
sliding off Goten’s body like a snake shedding its skin. Goku gulped, running
his tongue over his suddenly dry lips.

“Begin!!!”
Vegeta roared as he immediately afterwards glanced at his list then ordered
Piccolo to get into a ‘kneel forward’ position. Piccolo grumbled but kneeled
then placed his hands palm-down on the ground a foot in front of him. He then
placed his forehead against the triangle formed between the fingers, tucking
his antenna into the safe place they created. Vegeta hrmed and began examining
Piccolo’s form with a scrutinizing eye. He judged the namek against the
standard that he enforced on his own sub and found the green-man lacking.
“WRONG!” he announced, slashing a point off of Piccolo’s scoresheet. He
received Piccolo’s started look and shook his head. “I want your legs spread
much wider. And get that ass up higher! If your master was to put you in this
position for fucking or spanking he wouldn’t be able to access anything!”
Piccolo flushed a gorgeous deep purple and adjusted himself accordingly hoping
that this time he’d meet Vegeta’s approval.

Trunks was
rushing back, forth and around as Gohan sadistically tossed the entire contents
of the little bucket of menthol-soaked balls in random directions and forced
the lavender haired demi to fetch them then present himself to have them
inserted in his rear. Trunks was whimpering loudly by the time Gohan pushed the
sixth past his stretched opening. “Master Gohaaaan….it’s buuurning!” he
complained in a strained voice, trying not to sound like he was too needy or
begging for mercy.

Gohan
nodded, “Yeah….my fingers are tingling!” he mentioned, walking over to the
lamppost whose light cast illumination on a box of wet baby wipes. The master
then began cleaning his hands of the stinging substance while Trunks just
squirmed. “You’re wasting time…you still have four more balls to collect.” He
pointed out, eyeing the timer on the stopwatch. Trunks let out a strangled sob
and scampered off to find the rest of the ‘kami-dammed torture balls’.

“Ouch!
Watch it idiot! Or do you want me to show you how it feels!?” An enraged Goten
yelped as Goku’s teeth grazed his most sensitive of appendages. “You are SO
getting marked down for THAT!” he growled vehemently, before moaning as Goku
seemed to make up for his previous error and began soothing Goten’s injured
erection. The boy moaned quietly as his father went down on him. “My my…you ARE
a good cocksucker…” he purred, fisting his hands in his father’s matching spiky
hair and pushing him down father onto his straining member.

Goku worked
diligently, wanting to prove to the other pets here that nobody had a better
master than he did. Vegeta would be most displeased if he did not try his
hardest to excel past the other submissives, after all, the prince of all
saiyajins had to have the best! His tongue wrapped and licked at the cock in
his mouth, slavering it with his saliva and then sucking it all off, creating a
heavy suction between the roof of his mouth, and the licking of the tongue
beneath. He then did the thing which he knew would make Goten his! Well,
technically, Goten was his…his son. But no, he did the thing that would make
Goten’s hot saiyajin fluids run forth with abundance. He purred. The vibrations
in his throat added that little bit of extra stimulation that the youngest
demi-saiyajin needed to shoot his load. With a hoarse cry, Goten came, hands
almost ripping out his father’s hair as they clenched tightly in his ebony
locks. Goku winced but swallowed quickly, enjoying the strangely familiar taste
of his son and comparing it to his own. ‘Mmm…he had a less salty flavor;
instead, it was bitterer. Interesting…what could the difference be?’ Goku mused
silently as Goten recovered, wrote the time down on the chart, along with the
complaint of teeth and zipped his pants up, still breathing heavily.

“Next
station!” Goten declared, panting from his orgasm as he pulled his father along
behind him on a leash. He really had to get Goku to teach Trunks some of his
tricks…that had been spectacular. He eyed the chart then glanced at his father
and chuckled. “This should be interesting…” he said to himself as he idly
wondered how good a show his dad could put on.
“Alright…your task is to pole dance, using this garden lamppost as a
pole, and you’ll have to provide your own music, be it singing or humming….”
Goku’s eyes went wide and he looked between the lamppost and Goten. ‘Fuck’ was
his only thought as Goten began giggling sadistically.

Meanwhile,
Piccolo was demonstrating his boot-licking and ass-kissing skills. All of the
necessary, ‘apology actions’ were being tested at the station he and Vegeta
were currently at and he seemed to be doing quite well. Apparently, Gohan made
the ‘demon king’ admit to and atone for many of his ‘sins’ on a regular basis.

“Stop
squirming and recite the four basic duties of a submissive!” Gohan reiterated
as Trunks continued to shift his weight from side to side, trying to ease the
burning sensation in his rear. “The next station will stop your inner torment
since I’ll be fucking you with series of progressively larger, well-oiled,
dildos…so for now, just try to complete this one. You’re already losing points
for your hesitance to obey my orders and reply instantly!” the master admonished
as Trunks just sat there and whimpered.

“Sorry
Master Gohan!” the boy said, seething. He was starting to hate Gohan more and
more. He was NOTHING like Goten! The young lavender haired demi was starting to
feel a great amount of sympathy for Piccolo. “The four basic duties of a
submissive are to serve your needs, to obey your orders, to accept your
domination, and to please your desires.”

Gohan
smiled, “Very good Trunks-chan!” he applauded, marking something off on the
pet’s score sheet. “Now…can you tell me the details relating to each of the
four above mentioned topics? I’d like five points for each one as well as an
example in which you have served my brother Goten according to these basic
duties. Trunks huffed and racked his
brain for what his master had forced him to memorize… this was just like an
exam…he hated exams!

Forty five
minutes later, the three teams were almost complete, most finishing up the last
of the stations, or simply tallying up points and trying to make their
hand-writing more legible. Piccolo was hissing at Vegeta who was insistent on
putting the last menthol-covered ball the pet had fetched where it belonged.
“Look, we can’t finish this until the last one goes in!” he growled at the
snarling namek who wasn’t too interested in listening to him or obeying. Goten
and Gohan joined Vegeta and the namek at the last station. Gohan tsked, shaking
his head sadly. His pet was behaving horrendously and he’d be punished severely
for this transgression as soon as this game was finished. Gohan had declined
Vegeta’s offer to stay the night. Finally, seeing that everyone else, including
his master had become a spectator, Piccolo gave in to Vegeta’s demands and
gritted his fangs as the last burning ball was inserted into his rear.

“I hate
this game!” the namek wailed as he ejected the balls from himself, squatting in
the shadows cast by the lanterns of the garden. “I want to go home…” Piccolo
snarled as Gohan approached him and snapped a leash onto his collar. His master
smirked and rubbed his antennas.

“Now now
Piccy-chan….don’t be upset. We’re going home alright, but you are in a lot of
trouble! I think you’ll spend the night chained to the wall, and in the morning
I’ll help you remember to behave with the help of my friend here…” he purred,
fingering the whip hung at his side. Piccolo just whimpered and tugged at his
chain to no avail. He was immediately scooped up into Gohan’s arms who blazed
to super and took off, carrying the struggling namek with him.

Goten
laughed, “Poor Piccolo-san!” he shook his head, “That’s a real sin…hey
Vegeta…who won?” he asked the prince who was comparing the three sheets. The
boy crouched down to nuzzle his pet as he waited for the final declaration.
Trunks purred, very glad to have his real master back instead of the crazy
hentai who was his dominant’s brother.

Vegeta smirked, idly petting Goku
who had crawled to his side and was nuzzling against his pant legs.
“Well…Piccolo had wonderful technique when he actually chose to obey, but he
lost too many points with hesitancy. Trunks was rated as ‘deliciously eager’
but ‘still in need of serious work and drilling’, and Bakarotto got the best
times and overall basic score of the lot.” He looked proudly down at his pet
and ruffled his hair playfully. “Shall we go inside?” he asks, grabbing Goku’s
collar and leading him towards the capsule palace.

Trunks wiggled his butt as if he
had a tail and bounced after his father, tugging Goten behind on the other end
of the leash. Goten laughed and followed his excited pet, who obviously hoped
they were going to eat. Trunks’ assumption was most-likely correct, after all,
there were two full bloods here and two high-energy demi saiyajins; food was
only slightly important.

Vegeta walked the house with
confidence, shooing Goku in to prepare a few snacks before they all retired to
bed. “Heh…” he glanced over to Goten who was giving a headscritch to Trunks in
the middle of the entry hall. “You want to give Trunks his dessert now?’ he
asked the other dominant who smiled and nodded. Trunks perked up, and bounded
over to his father, twining around his legs. With a roll of his eyes, Vegeta
dismissed his son’s thanks with a quick slap on the rear and went to the
kitchen to fetch the supplies. Goten smiled at Trunks’ excitement and sat down
on the floor beside him.

“Having fun tonight Trunk-kun?” he
asked in a quiet voice. Trunks nodded and Goten smiled, “I’m glad! I knew you’d
love it…aren’t they wonderful? I’m so glad our parents are so open! We couldn’t
ask for better teachers. You’d do well to get some tips from Goku…Vegeta really
seems to know how to handle him dontcha think?” Trunks rolled his eyes,
disagreeing a bit with his master on this point but decided not to say
anything.

Vegeta returned shortly and leered
at Goten. “Get naked.” He ordered the black-haired demi who was staring
incredulously at the prince. “You heard me boy…you’re about to become dessert
for your pet who won the contest, as we all agreed.” He pointed out, motioning
to the bowl of sliced strawberries and chocolate sauce in his hands.

Goten
spluttered excuses as to why this shouldn’t be happening but he was quickly
grabbed by Goku and Vegeta who pulled to to his feet and forced to sit down on
a chair which Trunks pulled into the middle of the room. The demi growled,
“Hands off!” he ordered his father. Vegeta chuckled.

“Nice try
boy…but he takes his orders from me, and right now, I’ve told him to help me
make you into a treat for your pet. Something that I’m sure we’ll all enjoy
watching.” The prince purred. Goten struggled more but Vegeta pushed him down,
“Be a good sport, you’re setting a terrible example for Trunks.” He admonished
gently. Goten sat down and sulked, not at all impressed with the current turn
of events.

Vegeta and
Goku deftly stripped Goten of his clothing, and immediately began covering him
with the melted chocolate sauce, painting patterns on his skin and coating his
more sensitive places liberally. Trunks was drooling, his hardened member
twitching at the sight of his master so dressed up in the sticky, sweet
confection. “Come on then Trunks-kun.” Goku invited, piling the strawberry
slices all over Goten’s naked body, making a pile around his erect cock and
decorating it with the fruit.

Trunks
grinned, crawling seductively towards his master, hoping to give him a show and
bring him pleasure as he ate. “Mmm….I love strawberries.” He murmured, rising
up on his kneels, hands braced on Goten’s legs which were forcefully spread
further by the pressure Trunks put on them.

“Aahh…” Goten
hissed through clenched teeth as his pet suddenly went down on him, sucking the
chocolate off his engorged length, occasionally stopping to lick his lips and
munch on one of the piled strawberries. “Don’t teaseee!!” Goten whimpered,
squirming for more contact. Trunks just giggled mischievously and licked one
last time at the dripping head of his master’s cock before abandoning it
completely, moving up from his groin to his abdominals, cleaning the curves of
Goten’s muscles with his warm pink tongue

Goku
snickered, “Loud isn’t he master? Bit of a complainer…” Vegeta nodded his
agreement and nuzzled his pet.

“Remind you
of anyone? I remember you used to be just like your son there….couldn’t shut
you up unless I gagged you or….did this?” Vegeta murmured before leaning down
to steal a long kiss from Goku. Goku just melted as Vegeta’s tongue forcefully
battled with his for dominance in his mouth, stopping as it tasted bits of
leftover chocolate. Pulling away, Vegeta mock-glared at his pet. “You
sampled!!!” he accused. Goku squirmed. With a huff Vegeta pushed his pet away,
towards Goten. “Go make yourself useful and shut the boy up…” he muttered,
giving Goku a good spank as he crawled off, turning back for a moment to leer
at his master playfully. The prince just huffed and turned away. With no heavy
BDSM in the foreseeable future, he decided to find something alcoholic.

~~

Wheee! That chapter was significantly longer than all of the
other ones! *a full 1300 words longer* Which…in university life, is a first
year term paper for Ancient Greek Civilization. So…yay for that! :D Sorry about
the length between updates…..I AM in the middle of exams. >_>