Three weeks had passed since Bulma's party.
From that evening Goku's torments became more and more insistent. He did nothing but think of Vegeta's kisses, of his hands, of his intense gaze as he wanked him in the hallway.
The turmoil of emotions made it challenging for Goku to focus on anything else.
But he couldn't give up. He didn't want it to happen again. It wouldn't have been fair to Chi-Chi and Bulma who were unaware of this whole situation.
The moments in which Goku's torments became most intense were when he found himself working in the fields. There, surrounded by the serene solitude, his mind was devoid of distractions, allowing his thoughts to wander inexorably. The vast expanse of the fields seemed to amplify the echoes of his inner conflict, bringing to the forefront the vivid memories of his encounters with Vegeta.
Indeed, a few days after the party, he once again found himself on the tractor in the fields, as was his routine every morning. On that day, his thoughts about Vegeta weighed heavily on his mind. Despite his best efforts to push them aside, they persistently resurfaced, refusing to be ignored.
So, taken by instinct, he let his hand fall within his pants.
No. No way.
He couldn't do that.
That would be completely wrong. And not out in the open, that would be really...rude.
His hand had second thoughts. Before he knew it, his fingers were slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. He felt the warmth wrap around his length, which hardened even more under the touch. Damn.
He stroked slowly at first. Muscles in his thighs tensed as he ran a thumb up a vein to the head, rubbing the dripping wetness that was gathering.
He arched his back and gasped, pressing his thumb harder against his tip. Gods. A sweat broke out across his forehead, the heat smothering, and he quickly pulled his hand away to slide his pants down to his knees.
A haze blurred his vision as he began to pant. Vegeta. He was slick between his fingers now, and moaning. Pleasure twisted into a knot in his abdomen, aching hard enough to be glorious pain that made him now writhe against the seat.
He imagined Vegeta pressed hard against him, stroking his cock, again and again. Goku began to rock into his hand, hard, imagining Vegeta staring back at him.
"Oh..." He threw his head back, the world tilting in his upside-down vision. He keened low in his throat, tightening his grip, drowning in blind ecstasy, and Oh, gods, all the tension in his body spurt out from between his fingers. Euphoric, he watched his pleasure dribble out from his fist. He pumped a few more times, before it slipped from his grasp entirely. Spent.
He lay panting on the tractor seat. The heat that had held him had disappeared and the wind blowing was cooling the sweat across his face and arms. He knew he wouldn't be moving anytime soon.
He closed his eyes. Images of Vegeta danced around in his mind before he finally admitted.
I want him. Bad.
So, Goku believed that stroking would have resolved the situation. However, even these solitary acts soon proved ineffective.
Making love to Chi-Chi, once a source of comfort, failed to satiate his unstoppable desire to touch Vegeta again, to kiss him, to look into his eyes, to smell him, to hear his voice. The intensity of his longing seemed to grow stronger, persisting despite attempts to find solace elsewhere.
After much internal debate, he reached for his cell phone and sent a message to Vegeta.
One message. No reply.
Two messages. Still no reply.
Frustrated, he attempted to call him, but Vegeta didn't answer.
This routine continued for a few days. Goku left messages, made numerous call attempts, and even sent voicemails in the hope of hearing from Vegeta, but received nothing in return. The lack of response drove Goku to the brink of madness.
Why is Vegeta behaving like this?
Overwhelmed with frustration and confusion, Goku sank to the ground, burying his face in his hands.
I have to do something, I can't go on like this, he thought.
With determination, Goku placed two fingers to his forehead and teleported to Capsule Corporation.
Vegeta, meanwhile, seemed to relish in Goku's torment. Deliberately, he refrained from responding, savouring the satisfaction of watching Goku grapple with uncertainty. This strategic silence aimed to affirm the prediction he made weeks ago, demonstrating that Goku would eventually reach out first. Vegeta desired for Goku to be the one who, unable to endure it any longer, would initiate contact. He longed for Goku to beg to see him, revelling in the power dynamics he had set in motion.
Goku arrived in front of the entrance to the Capsule Corporation. His legs were shaking. Uncertain of what Vegeta would say when he saw him, Goku didn't care. Instinct drove him forward.
He entered and encountered Bulma.
"Hi Goku," Bulma greeted.
"Hi Bulma. Can you tell me where Vegeta is by any chance?" Goku asked. As he spoke, he couldn't help but fidget, his hands betraying his nervousness.
"He's in the Gravity Room, as usual. Do you want me to call him for you?"
Goku hesitated for a moment, his hand absently scratching the back of his head, before responding, "Oh? No, no, I can go to him, thanks."
"Okay! But why the serious face? Has something happened?" Bulma asked, her expression marked with genuine concern, eyebrows furrowed.
"Serious face? No, I'm sorry, it's just that...how can I say...I had a little argument with Chi-Chi a while ago."
Goku avoided direct eye contact, shifting his gaze to the side. It was a lie, but it was the first excuse that came to his mind.
"Ah, don't tell me about it. I also argue with Vegeta a lot lately. But don't worry, you'll see that everything will be fine," she said, giving him an assuring pat on the shoulder before leaving.
As Bulma walked away, Goku let out a sigh.
Left alone, he headed towards the Gravity Room.
He was now in front of the door.
And now to the two of us, Vegeta.
He opened it with a sharp blow, went in and slammed it hard.
Vegeta was there exercising a one-arm handstand on just two fingers clad only in his spandex.
"What are you doing here, Kakarot?" exclaimed Vegeta, continuing his activity and pretending to be unaware of Goku's reason for being there.
"You know very well why I'm here!" Goku replied, his tone firm and resolute.
"No, nothing comes to mind," Vegeta said, his voice nonchalant as he continued with his exercise, a subtle smirk playing on his lips, betraying the lie.
Goku sighed, realising that Vegeta was going to play it cool. "Cut the act, Vegeta. Why didn't you answer my texts and calls?"
"Ah, that's why. I wanted to keep you on your toes a bit, Kakarot," Vegeta smirked, continuing his handstand.
"Look at my face when I talk to you!" said Goku as he began to lose his patience.
Then, Vegeta halted the exercise, grabbing the tablecloth lying on the gravity simulator. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a simple, purposeful gesture. Witnessing this, an overwhelming desire to kiss him stirred within Goku.
"Here I am, now I'm looking at you," Vegeta said in a defiant tone, his arms folded across his chest, a challenging gaze fixed on Goku.
"Did you have fun?" Goku asked, his voice earnest.
"Doing what?" Vegeta inquired, feigning innocence, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to challenge Goku with his gaze.
Goku's nerves flared up as Vegeta continued his teasing. Unable to contain himself, Goku stormed over and began to shout at Vegeta.
"Stop playing dumb! A little while ago you said that you wanted to keep me on my toes. Did you have fun?" Goku asked, raising his voice.
He desperately sought answers from the Saiyan prince.
"Ahhh, well... not much, I wish I could have continued ignoring you for a while longer for that matter," Vegeta responded casually, his nonchalant tone only fueling Goku's frustration.
As Goku's frustration boiled over, he could no longer contain his anger. Despite this, Vegeta remained impassive, wearing his usual arrogant smile. Goku's hands balled into fists, his jaw clenched.
"Come on Kakarot, really tell me why you are here," Vegeta asked.
Their eyes were inches apart as well as their lips.
As soon as Goku's eyes met Vegeta's, his anger seemed to have vanished. This was the effect he had on him. Even Vegeta was not unscathed by that look. He felt a heat rise throughout his body and his heart began to beat wildly.
"I…I..am..here…bbecause,"Goku said, stuttering.
Goku couldn't finish his sentence before his lips moved on their own and met Vegeta's.
Their kiss was intense, passionate, and hasty, driven by the fear that it could end at any moment.
Much to Goku's surprise, Vegeta put his arms around Goku's neck and pulled him closer.
After a few minutes of kissing incessantly, Goku pulled away a little to catch his breath. His lips then trailed down to Vegeta's neck, eliciting a low moan from the Saiyan prince.
From the neck, Goku's attention moved towards the chest. He explored every inch, his touches igniting sensations across Vegeta's body. Goku showered his chest with kisses, tracing both his nipples and the ring of Vegeta's belly button with his tongue.
Goku trailed down a bit more and his eyes were now in front of his spandex waistband.
He stopped for a moment and looked Vegeta in the eyes. He wanted to continue but was afraid Vegeta might stop him. Not receiving any sign, Goku placed his hands on his spandex and pulled them down.
Goku's eyes widened at the impressive length and girth of Vegeta's cock.
Goku moaned as he shuffled closer so that Vegeta's cock was inches away from his mouth. He looked up at Vegeta who was waiting for him to finally take him into his mouth. He then sampled the tip with a few kitten licks; the little bead of precum melting on his tongue forced him to take the entire tip in his mouth. Vegeta's pleased moan made him shiver once he began to suck, forcing some precum to gush into his mouth.
Vegeta let out a pleased groan. His rival's nervous mouth was pleasantly warm, and although he could tell that Goku was learning on the spot with the way his tongue awkwardly moved around his mouth, his legs began to shake. He couldn't tell if Goku was aware of how sensitive his tip was with the way he was focusing on it.
Moaning around Vegeta's cock, Goku felt fingers run through his thick spikes and clutch at the roots, and thighs twitching; he took that as a sign that his improvisation was good enough for the prince. Then Vegeta slowly pushed his head further forward and Goku could tell he was being mindful of his gag reflex because he didn't push him too far forward — at first…
But the prince was impatient. Goku tried to focus more on the tip with his tongue and motion of sucking because he got more physical reactions from Vegeta, but the prince knew what he wanted, so he took it. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock further down Goku's throat, leading poor Goku's hands to grip onto Vegeta's thighs. His nostrils flared and eyes watered as the leaking tip of Vegeta's cock repeatedly banged against Goku's tonsils.
Vegeta let out a few grunts. He could not believe that his normally innocent rival enthusiastically sucked his dick with such dedication "Finally, you're on your knees at my mercy, Kakarot." He groaned.
Goku couldn't help but moan at that. It was a very shameful moan, but he couldn't silence himself. Vegeta was fucking his throat at a rapid pace that he couldn't control any part of himself. He couldn't stop the blood rushing straight to his groyne at Vegeta's words. Words that were only the truth. He just wanted to be completely owned by Vegeta.
"Shit." Vegeta cursed when he felt Goku take control and start his own rhythm far better than the one Vegeta created. He deepthroated his cock with fervency. As if his own life depended on it.
"You're going to make me fucking lose it." He breathed as the intensity of his impending orgasm made his mouth speak before thinking.
He could barely summon a coherent thought with the delicous way Goku moaned and sputtered around his cock, completely allowing Vegeta to throat fuck him as he gazed up into the prince's eyes.
Goku had to fight the extreme urge to touch himself. He focused on Vegeta's pleasure. He could sense the prince's orgasm approaching through his ki signature and obvious body hints. His shaking legs. His fist tightening the grip on his hair. His heavy breathing. His gentle moans. Goku was making Vegeta feel so much pleasure to the point his guard dropped. He continued bobbing his head at a rapid pace, preparing for the gratifying explosion.
"Shit, shit, shit!" A jumble of curses spilled from Vegeta's lips the same time as his semen spilled from his cock like an intense tsunami, gushing into Goku's warm mouth.
Vegeta jutted his hips, unable to stop the upcoming spasm of his muscles as an embarrassing series of moans were torn from his throat as Goku continued to deepthroat his hypersensitive cock.
Finally, Goku stopped.
He stayed still, mouth still engulfing Vegeta's cock, as he took a moment to swallow the excessive amount of semen. He slowly pulled off of the prince's cock with a loud pop, loving the feeling of his saliva dribbling off Vegeta's cock and down his chin.
Vegeta stared at Goku with lidded eyes, not believing the innocence behind Goku's sweet stare.
"Kakarot," Vegeta panted.
"Yeah?" Goku bit his bottom lip as he stood up.
"It was amazing," Vegeta confessed, the effects of the pleasure he had just experienced still present.
"I hope you will return the favour soon."
Goku then put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.
Vegeta couldn't believe what had just happened.
My god Kakarot, you will drive me crazy, I know it!
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