Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coercing Kakarot ❯ One-Shot

Coercing Kakarot

by GutterBall

GutterBallGT@hotmail.com

VxGxB, lemon

NC-17

Warnings: language, voyeurism, both yaoi and het lemon, threesome action, a bit of subterfuge

Special warning: This story opens with a totally het lemon! Not my usual forté, I know, but this one was written to order, so I made sure to cover all my bases. *grin*

Disclaimers: I own neither DBZ nor any characters therein. No profit is intended.

Summary: Bulma notices that Vegeta isn't quite as content as he was before the Majin Buu incident. This is her daring, very interesting plan to make her Prince happy again -- well, as happy as Vegeta can be while still scowling.

COERCING KAKAROT

"I've seen how you look at him."

The woman's voice startled him from his contemplation of his gravity chamber walls, and Vegeta jumped, an immediate scowl settling onto his features at the minute show of weakness.

"Woman!" he snarled, drawing up to his tallest and crossing his arms, staring her down to cover his lapse of control. "How many times have I told you to stay out of my gravity chamber?"

The woman snorted, not bothered by his bluster. "In case you forgot, Vegeta, it's my gravity chamber. I just let you use it because I'm nice that way. And don't change the subject."

Eyes narrowing, he made a concerted effort to not fidget under her intent gaze. "What subject?"

"You know what subject, Vegeta. I've seen how you look at him."

He desperately wanted to look away from those knowing, piercing blue eyes that he both loved and hated, but he knew she'd go for his throat if he showed such weakness. It was one of the traits he admired in her, though it pissed him off to no end.

"Him? I don't suppose you could be a tad more specific."

A look of amused censure crossed her face, and he fought against a growl.

"Goku, of course. Come on, Vegeta. You're rarely intentionally obtuse."

Forcing a snort, he finally allowed himself to turn away. "And just how do you think I look at that fool?"

"Like you're considering just how tight an ass he really has."

He nearly fell over in shock, and when his wide, astonished eyes locked with hers, he could hardly believe the calm amusement lighting up those blue depths. With his iron control thrown out the window, he could only gape and blink, and even that much coordination was almost too much for his poor brain.

Then, the woman laughed.

"Oh, Vegeta! You should see the look on your face!" Still laughing, she slapped her thigh and shook her head. "Gods, I wish I had a camera!"

Luckily, the laughter touched a nerve, breaking his shock and the mostly unacknowledged bolt of fear that had shot through him at her words.

"If you are quite finished, woman," he growled, letting the hint hang until her amusement had subsided a bit. "Care to explain yourself?"

Chuckling softly, her eyes dancing with merriment, she tsked twice and shook her finger at him. "Now, now, Vegeta. I should be asking that of you. How could you look at poor Goku that way? And in your wife's gravity chamber, to boot?"

Despite himself, he felt a blush rising up his neck to stain his cheeks. "I did no such thing, woman. You're seeing things. Paranoia is an insidious disease, you know, and the paranoid person is usually the last to know."

Still quite obviously amused and strangely free of the jealousy he had somehow expected, she merely laughed again. "Why deny it, Vegeta? He's gorgeous." To his dismay, her laughing eyes drifted slightly, a lazy light replacing the amusement. "All those muscles...and that smirk when he's fighting...and, oh, those legs. Gods, I used to live for fights when his clothes got all torn up...."

His jaw dropped again, this time in a different kind of shock, as his woman--his wife, for the gods' sakes!--bit at her lower lip and shifted slightly, a hand running down her hip and back up over her stomach. His woman...had...had thoughts...about Kakarot!

"Yes, I can definitely see the attraction, Vegeta," she all but purred, though her human vocal cords couldn't quite produce the proper vibration. "Goku is so very beautiful."

"W-woman! Restrain yourself!" His shock was so extreme that what should have come out as an infuriated order came out sounding terribly jealous and a little...squeaky. Getting a mental strangle-hold on his voice, he tried again. "You are mine, and you will not have such thoughts about that...that imbecile!"

All but ignoring his outrage, she smoothed her tongue slowly over her lower lip and shifted again, just so, her blue eyes still murky with the stirrings of lust. "What's good for the gander, Vegeta. If you can look, so can I."

Sputtering, he stomped over to her and grabbed her chin, giving her a small shake to get her attention. Those darkened blue eyes settled on his own, and he fought the urge to throw her to the floor and take her this very instant. That look always did him in, and with her...rather interesting description of Kakarot's...charms, he didn't need much of a push.

Then, she smirked, and his fragile grip on his libido slipped. He sealed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue inside as she opened to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Gods, this woman.... He never understood how a single look from her could so quickly stoke his passion. Only for her...

...and Kakarot....

But he brushed that little voice away, savoring the very real, very sweet taste of his woman and the slow writhe of her body against his, the warmth of her skin as he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. She shimmied against him teasingly, and the garment fell to the floor, forgotten. Shuddering with instantaneous need, he made quick work of her undergarments, then pulled all that silky, glorious skin against his own, clutching her heat against his body as if she would try to run if he loosened his grip.

"Bulma...."

His moan, uttered directly into her mouth, sent a shiver through her, and she led the way, tilting backward until he lowered her to the floor, lying over the curves and hollows he knew so well but could never get enough of.

"Vegeta, please...."

He shushed her with another kiss, stroking his hard, occasionally cruel hands over her skin, cupping her breasts as she arched off the floor and groaned, thrusting her tongue against his. His arousal throbbed against her stomach, aching and twitching with his desire, and he ground it against her, swallowing her little grunt and smirking.

I may want you more than is rational, woman, but you're no better off.

As demanding in this as in everything else, his woman quickly became tired of his teasing and grabbed his wrist, shoving his hand down between them and bumping her hips up when he cupped her groin. Chuckling, he toyed with her a bit more, knowing exactly what she wanted but enjoying himself too much to move on just yet.

He traced his fingers through the curls between her legs and stroked the sensitive skin in the crease of her thigh but didn't touch her where she most wanted it until she groaned in frustration and bit his tongue. Pressing lightly, he slid a finger just inside, stroking that powerful but tiny bit of flesh and laughing into her mouth when she arched up with a gasp.

"Vegeta...."

His name was no more than a whisper, as if her lungs had failed her before she truly found her voice. Her fingers clenched on his wrist, her body thrashing as he thrust his fingers deep inside, his thumb stroking over that incredible spot he'd found almost by accident so long ago. Her neck arched back, and he released her mouth to better hear her moans, his lips nibbling at the straining tendons of her throat, tasting her unique musk as she began to sweat under his ministrations.

"Yes, woman...my name...."

"Ve...vegetaa..aaah...."

Shuddering, he abruptly decided that enough was enough and moved his hand to her hip, holding her steady as he positioned himself. He had hurt her once--his size and strength hadn't combined well with recklessness--and he had long ago vowed to never do so again, no matter how she squirmed under his restraining hands. No, however hard it was to admit it, even after all these years, he loved this little hellcat, and he would do anything in his power to avoid responsibility for even a single tear from those incredibly blue eyes.

His entry was slow, his woman thrashing with each additional inch and gasping his name. His breath caught in his throat as she whimpered, her internal muscles clutching him and pulling him in further. For a moment, he paused, relishing this heat, this closeness, this perfect union of his body with hers. Could this ever exist with anyone else?

With...Kakarot?

"Vegetaaah...."

Shuddering at the pleading in that throaty, whispery voice he loved so well, he buried his momentary lapse in a deep, hard thrust that arched his woman's back and brought a near-scream from her throat.

"That's it, woman...my name...."

She sobbed his name over and over, arching into his thrusts and scratching at his back though she was nowhere near strong enough to break his skin. He threw back his head and groaned at the ceiling, one hand leaving her hip to caress her creamy, heated skin, to again cup her breast, stroking his thumb over the pebbled nipple and relishing her choking cry.

"My woman...mine...."

Her climax tore a scream from her throat, and he leaned down to taste it, to swallow it down, thrusting harder into that scalding tightness until he broke, his own release nearly stopping his heart. His climax lasted forever, as it always did, and he savored the clutch of her body, the press of soft skin, the sweetness and fullness of his woman, his wife.

Bulma....

The tide of pleasure finally receded, and he lay down over his woman, nuzzling into her neck and chuckling as she shuddered against him, her heart thundering and her breath sobbing in and out of her lungs.

"Now, woman, tell me...do you really think Kakarot could ever make you feel like that?"

Gasping, she blinked up at him, still too dazed to retort. He traced a finger along her jaw and smiled one of his few, genuine smiles.

"No more looking like that when you speak of that idiot. You are mine, and I will not share you."

She blinked, her eyes finally focusing, a pretty flush to her cheeks. "But...I'd share you, Vegeta."

His jaw dropped, and if he hadn't been so frozen with surprise, he would have jerked away. She reached up and cupped his jaw, smiling softly.

"I'm not blind, Vegeta. I saw how you looked at him before he died. Even after you came to me for good, you still looked at him."

To his amazement, she didn't seem to be terribly upset.

"And now he's back, and you look at him like he's what you've always wanted and know you can't have."

Blinking, he tried to make his mouth work, to deny the accusation--though there was no sting in her words, no anger in her sparkling eyes. He couldn't believe she was talking about such things while he was still inside her, while he was still muzzy from his release, while they lay so intimately entwined on the floor.

"Woman, I--"

"I know, Vegeta." She stroked his cheek, still smiling softly. "I know. But you're not happy without him, now that he's been back for so long. I want you to be happy, Vegeta."

"No."

She frowned, and he easily recognized the stubborn glint settling into those blue eyes. Putting a finger over her lips, he let his own stubbornness show.

"Listen to me, woman. I am yours as surely as you are mine. I admit that...I once thought...."

He paused, trying to bury the old want away as well as he'd done since Kakarot died so many years ago. It didn't go as easily this time, and he wasn't sure it would go at all, now that it was out in the open.

"It doesn't matter, woman. He was taken before I had my chance, and now I have you. I want no other."

Sighing, she pulled him down, settling his cheek on her chest and running her fingers through his spikes. "Vegeta...Vegeta, you aren't thinking. Have you really become so...human?"

This time, he did pull back and jerked to his feet, outrage stealing the last of his lingering pleasure. "Enough of this impossible talk, woman! What exactly did you come out here for? A fuck or a fight?"

She sat up, anger thinning her lips, but made no move to cover herself. After an obvious effort to control her own volatile temper, she sighed. "Neither, Vegeta. I came to...to give you what I can't give you myself."

He grunted, crossing his arms and turning half away to glare at her more effectively. "No, you came to piss me off. It turns you on, and you know it. Now, leave me alone. I have training to do, and you've taken too much of my time already."

"Vegeta, just stop!" She twisted to her feet and propped her hands on her hips. "I'm trying to do something nice here, so just shut up and take it, you big jerk!"

He couldn't help but grin, enjoying the fight even though his own discomfort. His woman was beautiful in her temper tantrum, and he never failed to thrill to their little battles. They were why he had stayed with her for so long, why he...loved her.

"Now, Goku might have been taken when you first showed up, but he's certainly not now. He's...he's lonely, Vegeta. He's past the grieving, but nothing has filled the void ChiChi left. He needs you, whether he knows it or not."

He scowled. Back to Kakarot. "Woman, I know you aren't deaf. He may be free now, but I most certainly am not. Nor do I want to be."

But, oh...sometimes...when he smiles at me...when he throws back his head and laughs like I can't...when he thumps me on the back and calls me his friend....

Shaking off such dangerous thoughts, he returned his full attention to his woman, only to blink in surprise to find her grinning like she'd just gotten away with something illegal.

"I'm glad to hear that, Vegeta, because you'll never be free of me." She sauntered forward, her hips swaying suggestively, her long, smooth legs nearly crossing with each intentionally provocative step. "However, like I said, I wouldn't mind sharing...."

He blinked as she traced a finger down between his pectorals, bumping it over the muscle of his stomach and pausing just above the infinitely more sensitive skin of his groin as he trembled in anticipation.

"I've always had...a little thing for Goku myself, you know...."

Eyes wide, he felt a little light-headed as her hints finally rang home. "Woman, you are not suggesting--"

"I'm not suggesting anything." She smirked, leaning close and licking the tip of his nose. "I'm offering you everything you want."

Turning on her bare heel, she scooped up her dress and tossed it over her head, shimmying into it as she walked, doing entirely too much jiggling for Vegeta's peace of mind. She didn't bother with her undergarments, leaving them strewn on the gravity chamber floor as she sauntered away.

At the door, she paused and tossed a wicked look back over her shoulder. "Think it over, Vegeta."

* * *

"...everything you want."

There must be some trick. Why would she set me up like this? Damn, devious-minded woman!

He rolled the astonishing offer around in his head for a week, poking at it, studying it from every angle, studying both his woman and Kakarot with a weather eye. The woman remained remarkably smug, as if she knew he would give in sooner or later. As if she were...looking forward to it. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, so he simply pushed it aside.

Kakarot, on the other hand, seemed as oblivious as always. However, Vegeta had to admit that the fool did seem...quieter than usual, more subdued, his laughter something of a rarity compared to its prior overabundance. Perhaps he was lonely, as the woman said.

The harpy had died a year before, leaving Kakarot and his younger spawn alone in their little country house. Ironically enough, the harpy had been wished back from the dead only to succumb to some human illness six months later. Kakarot had been distraught, but natural causes prevented his wishing her back, so he had done the best he could.

Vegeta hadn't realized the changes as the younger Saiyan tried to cope, but he couldn't miss them now. Had he truly been so blinded by his ruthlessly repressed need for Kakarot? How had he missed what was so obvious to him now?

That, more than anything the woman had said, made him take her offer more seriously.

He approached her warily, meeting her in her own element, as she had done for him, though he rarely entered her lab voluntarily. "What...what did you have in mind?"

She studied him silently for a moment, then quirked a crooked grin. "You do know we'll probably have to trick him, right?"

His mouth opened to spew a retort, but he closed it instead and considered. Kakarot was oblivious, yes, but he was also notoriously naïve. The combination surely prevented any direct approach, as did Kakarot's blithe assumption that Vegeta only saw him as a friend...and barely that.

"I ask again," he finally said with a smirk, "what do you have in mind?"

* * *

He wasn't sure he liked this scenario, but the woman insisted it was the only way. Fidgeting irritably, he deliberately kept his energy at a high training level, though he could no more train right now than change colors. The increased gravity pulled at him, increased his...anxiety. He refused to admit to nervousness, but he certainly couldn't deny his anxiety over Kakarot's reaction.

Checking his watch for the dozenth time, he decided it was time to check the evening's progress. If all had gone well, Kakarot was upstairs with the woman right now, consoling her about her boorish, uncaring husband who trained nonstop and didn't see to her needs, who left her alone and oh, so very lonely.

With a snort of irritation at the need for such subterfuge, he touched a button on the console and stared intently at the monitor as the picture came in focus. His woman lay curled up on their bed, shaking with sobs. Kakarot, looking a little panicked, clumsily patted her back, perching sideways on the very edge of the bed, probably keeping his perch more with his one foot on the floor than his backside . To be honest, he looked ready to bolt.

Vegeta grunted, leaning back and crossing his arms. This didn't look terribly promising. The point was for his woman's old friend to "comfort" her, so Vegeta could walk in on them and take it from there. Instead, Kakarot looked about two seconds shy of his Instant Transmission trick, and his woman looked upset enough to cry all night.

"Good gods. What a cluster fuck."

Just as he moved to turn off the monitor, his woman rolled and lunged, throwing herself into Kakarot's arms--no, into his lap--and jerking with sobs. The poor idiot threw up his hands as if afraid to touch her, his eyes wide with definite panic now. She shook her head--he couldn't help but smirk and think how clever a wench he'd married--and burrowed closer, most of her upper body in his lap with her face just above his crotch.

And Vegeta felt a twitch.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea....

After a moment of the woman's shoulders shaking, Kakarot finally lowered his hands, hesitantly placing one on her back and slipping the fingers of the other into her hair. She responded by snuggling closer, masterfully manipulating him into sitting further on the bed or risk falling off. Picking her up and turning, he settled his back against the headboard and let her crawl up his chest to sob into his neck.

Wicked woman that she was, she squirmed between Kakarot's legs, deliberately resting her hip against his groin and twisting every so often until Vegeta's own length hardened, just from watching. Unfortunately, Kakarot still seemed oblivious, stroking his hands up and down her back with no more sexual intent than Vegeta supposed a brother would feel for a sobbing sister.

What else do you have up your sleeve, woman?

He smirked. At this point, he had no doubt he would be impressed. She had already maneuvered the seemingly incorruptible Kakarot into a highly compromising position, after all. Even Vegeta hadn't managed to do that, though he hadn't actually tried.

His faith wavered when, after ten long minutes, nothing new happened. Then, Kakarot stiffened, his hands abruptly stopping their soothing strokes. Vegeta squinted, leaning forward and resting his palms on the console, but he saw nothing untoward, other than Kakarot's widened eyes. The woman shifted, and Kakarot flinched, his hands jerking away from her back as though he didn't quite know what to do with them.

What the--?

Kakarot's eyes slid closed, his head tilting back slightly, and Vegeta nearly laughed out loud as he realized what was happening. The woman's tongue and nibbling lips were clearly visible with Kakarot's chin out of the way, and she used them with an experience born of a decade's worth of mating with a Saiyan. A nip just below the jaw. A lick over the Adam's apple. A quick kiss and light suck just behind the ear.

His hands lowering back to her back, Kakarot blinked his eyes open and pulled slightly away, shaking his head. The woman clung, though, shifting again, then again as Kakarot stiffened, his fingers flexing on the silky material of her nightie. His lips moved, but Vegeta couldn't make out the words without sound. Whatever he said, the woman ignored, continuing her oral torture to every sensitive place on Kakarot's unintentionally bared neck.

Vegeta could almost sympathize. Instead, he smirked.

Just about time....

One small, seemingly delicate hand slid down Kakarot's chest and over his stomach, and he stiffened again, his hands moving to her upper arms to pull her away. Moving more quickly than a human should be able, his woman thrust her hand between them, and Kakarot jerked, his hips bucking as his head dropped back. Vegeta unconsciously licked his lips at the sight, wishing for the first time that he didn't have to wait his moment, wishing it was his hand making Kakarot arch like that.

The woman slid a bit to one side, straddling one of Kakarot's big, muscled thighs, and Vegeta watched as she stroked a very obvious, very large bulge in Kakarot's gi. She lifted her head and pressed her lips to Kakarot's open mouth, and Vegeta felt his fingers clench in the metal of the console. He wanted to be in there! He wanted to touch that long, hard, muscled body, to kiss those lips he'd so secretly fantasized about for so long.

Get ahold of yourself! She's just warming him up for you!

Vegeta gulped in several deep, calming breaths. It wouldn't be long now. Kakarot tried to pull away, but the woman clung like a burr, rolling her hips against his thigh and stroking his arousal as her tongue licked along his lower lip, and the poor idiot simply didn't have a chance. The younger Saiyan finally gave in and kissed her back, one hand sliding down to her lower back while the other cupped her jaw and tilted her face for better access.

That's it! It's done!

But Vegeta stayed a moment more, unable to tear himself away from the highly erotic scene of his woman, his wife squirming over his writhing former rival and--hopefully--future lover. The scene burned into his mind, and he had no doubt he'd never forget this moment, no matter what followed.

He stayed until the woman began removing Kakarot's clothes and slid her own nightie over her head, then finally shut down the gravity and backed away from the monitor. It was time.

* * *

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Vegeta nearly laughed out loud as Kakarot jerked his head around, trying to pull away from the woman below him. Things had progressed quickly since he'd left the gravity chamber, and Vegeta couldn't help but be a little surprised at how fast Kakarot had moved after crossing that crucial threshold. Perhaps....

But that was a question for another time. At this very instant, he needed to look his most forbidding, no matter how amusing it was to watch his woman cling to a desperately blushing Kakarot with surprisingly wiry arms and legs.

"Vegeta! I...I don't...it's not what you th--"

"Woman, explain yourself!"

Her legs firmly wrapped around Kakarot's waist, she shifted her grip on his back and peered at Vegeta over Kakarot's broad shoulder, tipping him a quick wink before answering indignantly.

"Go back to your gravity chamber, Vegeta! Goku's mine, and I don't need you anymore!"

Kakarot's blush turned nearly purple, and he squirmed viciously, though he was obviously hampered by not wanting to hurt the woman clutching him so tightly.

"Bulma! What--?"

Vegeta interrupted, striding closer to the bed and wearing his most dangerous scowl. "Quiet, Kakarot. Woman, you know I had plans for him in future! You also know I would have waited until you were gone to do anything about those plans! How could you do this! I would never have betrayed you like this!"

Kakarot's mouth dropped open, and he stopped struggling, giving the woman a golden opportunity to grind up against him, reminding him of what they had been doing before the interruption. The poor idiot groaned, his eyes rolling up, his head dropping forward to rest on her shoulder as she smirked and winked again.

"You just stay out of this, Vegeta!" she shrilled, despite her smug expression. "You have your affair with the gravity chamber, and I'll have mine with your precious Kakarot!"

Crossing his arms for a moment, he scowled his best, though he couldn't resist tipping her a wink in return. "Is that so, woman? We'll just have to see."

Stripping off his shirt, he stepped ever closer to the bed, moving to the side to slink directly beside the still-writhing couple and trying to ignore Kakarot's sweet, purring groans as the woman continued her deliberate torment. His tongue slipping out to toy with the sharp point of one canine tooth at the absolutely beautiful sight of Kakarot's bare ass flexing as he still half-tried to scramble away, he shoved down his pants and underwear, kicking them to one side.

"Kakarot, look at me."

Groaning, the idiot struggled to comply, lifting his head with obvious effort. His eyes went wide when he saw Vegeta, naked and aroused, barely a foot away from his face, and he managed to jerk back a bit, a touch of panic giving him an edge against the woman's attempts to hold him still.

Smirking, Vegeta chuckled softly. "Do you want this, Kakarot? It most certainly wants you. Which shall it be?"

Kakarot's eyes widened so greatly that Vegeta feared they would simply fall out. The woman nipped at his ear, and he blinked but didn't actually flinch, too shocked by the events of the evening to truly react.

"It's your choice, Kakarot. The woman or your Prince? Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

"Goku...."

The woman's moan vibrated down Vegeta's spine, and from Kakarot's shiver, it had a similar effect on him. Vegeta lifted one knee onto the bed, shifting his weight gradually as he crept closer.

"Kakarot," he murmured, his voice a husky, seductive purr. "I can do things for you she never can. I am strong, Kakarot. I will not break."

"Nnnn...don't listen to him, Goku...." The woman's voice didn't quite purr, but the husky timbre was nearly as erotic, and Kakarot's eyes slid shut as she breathed into his ear, her hips still rolling against his. "I'm strong, and you can do anything you want to me...."

"Choose, Kakarot...."

"Yes, Goku...choose...."

Shuddering, Kakarot groaned, the sound turning into a whimper as Vegeta sidled up to him and pressed along his side, the woman moving her arm so Vegeta could rub against him without interruption. The whimper cycled up to an anguished cry, and he revolted, trying to pull away from the two maddening, tormenting bodies pressed so intimately against his own.

Vegeta wrapped his arms around the lean waist and threw a leg over Kakarot's, holding him much more easily than his woman did. Between the two of them, the younger Saiyan couldn't get away, and his anguished cry faded beneath the stroke of soothing hands, shared body heat, and whispers of encouragement.

"I...I can't...."

Leaning close, Vegeta nuzzled behind Kakarot's ear as the woman nipped at the other side of Kakarot's neck. "You can't what, Kakarot?"

Panting, nearly sobbing, the poor fool groaned and thrashed again for a moment before slumping in defeat. "I can't choose. I can't. I won't."

A deep, rumbling purr vibrated out of Vegeta's chest and he shifted to kneel between Kakarot's thighs as the woman unlocked and lowered her legs. He pressed against the length of Kakarot's shifting, heaving back, rubbing his cheek against the hot, satiny skin and flexing muscle like a cat leaving its scent.

"Then you don't have to," he purred, sliding a hand into Kakarot's spikes to turn his head back. "You can have us both."

He smirked as Kakarot's eyes went wide, then finally, finally covered that tempting, sweet mouth with his own, groaning as it fell open to his prompting.

The woman shifted and spread her legs a bit further, thrusting her hips invitingly. "Please, Goku...I'm ready...please...."

Kakarot groaned into his mouth, his tongue rasping against Vegeta's. Vegeta chuckled as the younger Saiyan lifted them both and twisted his hips, positioning himself and entering the woman with a shuddering sigh. Purring louder, Vegeta drank down that delicious puff of breath, thrusting against the cleft of that tight, perfect ass as Kakarot shivered with sensation and tried to swallow Vegeta's tongue.

Pulling away for air, Vegeta smirked as Kakarot immediately turned his head and kissed the woman, groaning as he thrust into her again, deep and slow, bringing a guttural groan from her throat. Wasting little time with the body he'd wanted for so long writhing and bucking below him, Vegeta sucked his fingers, then trailed them down Kakarot's back, shifting to the side to slide them down into the cleft and tease Kakarot's entrance.

The younger Saiyan tore his mouth away from the woman's to gasp as Vegeta slipped a finger inside, and Vegeta took advantage of the bared throat to sink his teeth into that tempting arc. Kakarot groaned and thrust into the woman a bit harder, bringing about a louder, deeper cry as she arched below them.

Thick, sweet, Saiyan blood filled Vegeta's mouth, and he groaned and added another finger, stretching as quickly as he dared. The woman didn't like it when Vegeta needed to bite, but Kakarot didn't seem to mind at all, thrusting back against Vegeta's fingers, then forward into the woman's clutching heat.

"Oh, gods!" Kakarot howled, his usually tenor voice rumbling with a purely lusty, purely Saiyan purr.

Still drinking down that ambrosial blood, Vegeta removed his fingers and positioned himself, bracing one arm on the bed near the woman's head to avoid accidentally crushing her. Even in this perfect, beautiful moment of abandon, in this moment he had wanted for so long, he would do anything in his power to avoid hurting her.

All his secret fantasies, all his repressed need, all his imaginings of how this night would end up fell far short of the actual sensation of thrusting into his Kakarot for the first time.

Oh, Kakarot...oh, gods.... Thank you, woman...thank you for this....

Everything I ever wanted....

So very, very tight. Such searing heat. Such sweet, needy cries as he stilled to savor the moment, to imprint it forever on his memory. Kakarot and the woman both froze below him, the woman making short, grunting noises in her throat with Kakarot plunged to the hilt inside her, Kakarot trying to breathe as he strained, his head thrown so far back it rested on Vegeta's shoulder.

Perfect...everything I've ever wanted....

And then he moved. The woman cried out as Vegeta's thrusts made Kakarot's that much more forceful. Kakarot howled as Vegeta twisted his hips to strike a place deep inside that no one else had ever touched. Grinning ferally against Kakarot's flesh, he aimed for that spot again and again, thrusting harder and harder as both Kakarot's and the woman's cries became shouts, then screams.

"Yes!" the woman shrieked as her body clenched in climax. "Oh, gods, Goku, yes!"

Kakarot roared, shuddering as Vegeta rocked against him, keeping him thrusting, ever moving, never allowing him to pull back from the edge. Finally releasing Kakarot's spikes, he lowered his now-free hand to Kakarot's lower back and pressed his fingers into the vulnerable, exposed tail spot, and Kakarot screamed, his back bowing as every muscle in his impressively toned body locked and the woman wailed again in ecstasy.

"Vegetaaaah!"

Gods, I've always wondered how he would sound....

It was too much, entirely too sweet, and Vegeta came with a hoarse shout, his arching back tearing his teeth out of Kakarot's shoulder.

"Kakarrrrot!"

A moment, an hour passed, and finally, their releases faded. Kakarot slumped first, pulling out of the woman and allowing one arm to falter first so he spilled to one side, Vegeta following by default. The younger Saiyan shivered as Vegeta slid out of him with the movement but didn't seem inclined to leave the warmth sandwiching him.

The woman smiled tiredly at Vegeta over Kakarot's shoulder, stroking her fingers over his arm. Grinning a bit wearily himself, Vegeta traced a finger over her cheek, then snuggled closer to Kakarot's back, breathing in strong, Saiyan musk and his woman's weaker but still pleasing scent. And the satisfying scent of sex, of course.

And Kakarot purred between them, burying his face in the woman's neck and wiggling his ass against Vegeta's groin until he was comfortable. Heartbeats slowed and heavy breathing returned to normal, two quiet purrs lulling Vegeta's senses until his eyes slid closed, the weary, sappy grin still on his lips.

"Did you guys plan this?"

Vegeta grunted, slightly annoyed as that hoarse, deeper-than-usual voice intruded on his near-sleep. "Go to sleep, Kakarot. We'll talk in the morning."

The woman snored, already out like a light, and Kakarot chuckled softly.

"You know I'll have to think of some way to get you back for this set-up, right?"

Grinning, Vegeta ran a possessive hand down Kakarot's flank, settling it on the subtle curve of Kakarot's hip. "You wanted her. I wanted you. How is that a set-up?"

Kakarot's purr deepened and he shifted again, stretching slightly. "Whose idea was it?"

"Kakarot, go to sleep."

"C'mon, Vegeta."

Rolling his eyes, he pressed a kiss to Kakarot's shoulder blade, feeling remarkably patient after getting what he'd wanted for so long.

"I promise I'll tell you everything in the morning, Kakarot. Tomorrow, everything changes."

A snort. "I would hope so."

They lay quietly for a long while, Vegeta relaxing and marveling at the bizarre fate that had led him to this moment, at the...generosity of his wife's heart, at the forgiving nature of the man he had just manipulated and taken. How had he managed to surround himself with such...strange people? Such giving souls?

"Vegeta?"

A sigh. "What, Kakarot?"

Another shift, this time to turn his head and place a small kiss on Vegeta's temple. "Thank you. I'll still get you back for it, but...thanks."

His arms tightened around his rival-turned-lover. "Go to sleep, Kakarot."

" 'Kay, Vegeta."

After another moment's quiet purring and the woman's soft snores, he placed a kiss between Kakarot's shoulder blades. Snuggling close, Vegeta closed his eyes.

Everything I ever wanted....

END