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Kakarot was fishing again. Alone. Gi discarded. Underwear only. Perfect.
I can already feel his body under mine, squirming and restless.
Vegeta had been tracking Kakarot for days, since he left the woman. He would let no moment escape him that might lead to his ownership of Kakarot. No one else would have him. Hell, no one else would even see him, were it up to Vegeta–but Kakarot had stubbornly continued to live his life, see his friends…all the while, Vegeta stalked his shadow, waiting for the right circumstances, the exact moment when heat would take them both. They would collide like two cosmic forces crashing into each other.
Vegeta clenched his jaw, fists tightening at his sides, as he watched Kakarot’s back flex beneath the morning light. That immense yet faint ki, flickered like a challenge, and Vegeta’s blood boiled. How could Kakarot move so freely, so unguarded, while Vegeta burned with a need so intense it ached through every nerve.
Fool doesn’t know what he does to me.
He could wait a little longer. Vegeta knew that when he claimed Kakarot, he must do some both perfectly and completely, to ensure Kakarot’s loyalty. To take away his ability to leave, to make him addicted to Vegeta. That moment was approaching, but it was not quite yet.
Days of careful tracking, of observing every mundane action as if it were a prelude to a battle…days of self-denial, every restraint feeling like another mountain to climb, another valley to traverse. Another step on an all-consuming, epic saga of Vegeta’s unquenched thirst…
The sight of Kakarot bending, tugging at a line of fishing string, with soft underclothes clinging tightly to his ass, was almost unbearable. Vegeta could already feel the heat pooling low and igniting his cock. He stepped closer, silent, letting the distance shrink until the faint scent of Kakarot’s skin reached him—sharp, familiar, intoxicating.
Suddenly Kakarot perked up slightly–turning his head, his eyes darting around.
Like prey in the presence of an apex predator.
Vegeta savored the awareness. After days of oblivious confidence, carelessness, and Kakarot parading himself around like a prize to be won. Now he knows. Knows what’s going to happen–now and not a moment too late.
He could feel his pulse in his ears, in his fists, imagining the tightness between his thighs. Every nerve demanded release, demanded Kakarot. And yet, Vegeta allowed the moment to stretch, savoring the anticipation, letting the tension twist tighter. Yet–Kakarot had turned back around, once again oblivious.
Or pretending to be?
The fire, the absolute control, would be sweeter if Kakarot fought him. He knew it, Kakarot knew it–yet how to navigate such difficult, specific terrain without offense…
Look at me, worried about being offensive. Kakarot has softened me. There was a time I would have taken him, no question asked.
Yes, Vegeta had to do it right. Rough, yes–but Kakarot had to want it more than anything. Kakarot would not submit easily, however–of that Vegeta had no doubt. He would make a show of dominance, a real effort to end up on top, as futile and laughable as the effort may be, Vegeta must respect it–for the sake of future encounters.
That is why patience is important. Had Vegeta taken him earlier–or attempted to, Kakarot might have had a chance.
The Super Saiyan. Vegeta wondered, would Kakarot transform? Would he do so resisting or attempting to dominate Vegeta himself? Either way–Vegeta had activated Super Saiyan as well. And his training had been going splendidly–peak power. Ki unspeakable, terrifying in every sense of the word. Enough even to make Kakarot shudder…in more ways than one.
Vegeta stepped closer, too close for comfort, letting the warmth of his body press against the faint breeze around Kakarot. He could see the muscles under Kakarot’s arms tighten, his skin glinting in the morning sun. Vegeta’s fingers itched to brush along that spine, to trace the line of his hip, to make Kakarot shiver under the weight of his intent.
A sharp exhale. Kakarot’s shoulders twitched, subtle but noticeable. Vegeta’s grin widened—so small, so controlled, but charged. Finally, he reached out. Not harshly. Not yet. Just a test. His fingers skimmed the curve of Kakarot’s arm, brushing along the side with enough pressure to make him jerk slightly, enough to hear the small, almost involuntary hitch of breath.
“There you are,” Vegeta murmured, voice low, laced with heat and authority. “Thought you could hide from me?”
Kakarot’s head snapped back, eyes wide, chest rising in a startled inhale. That brief flicker of vulnerability made Vegeta’s pulse spike—part thrill, part possessive fury. He wanted to push Kakarot into the water right then, wanted to see him struggle under his hands, wanted to taste every reaction that might betray want…fear…need.
But he waited.
He leaned closer, letting the hot breath of his words caress Kakarot’s ear. “No more running,” he said, the words silk over steel. “You belong to me, Kakarot. Don’t even think about resisting.”
“Vegeta,” Kakarot’s tone was serious. Distant, even. “You must not know me that well.”
Vegeta smirked.
Of course I do. I knew you’d be stubborn.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. You understand what we’re doing? If you do not, get out of my sight and stay there–”
“I understand, Vegeta. I will have you, or you will have me. But I know I’m going to win,” Kakarot’s little half-smile sent another pang to his cock. It twitched desperately.
“You know how long I’ve wanted you,” Vegeta grabbed Kakarot’s ass, “Since the first time I read it…read your stupid diary.” Vegeta licked his lips, “I even thought about your ass during the battle, Kakarot.”
Kakarot trembled slightly, opening his mouth to plant slobbery kisses on Vegeta’s jawline. He entwined their hands, leaned up and pressed his cock onto Vegeta’s, groaning.
“I..want you too,” Kakarot said, “I just…don’t know about being on the bottom. You sure…you don’t wanna be?” Kakarot purred, “I think you do…you want me inside, don’t you?”
Vegeta snarled.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Vegeta growled, and picked him up by the bottom, with Kakarot’s legs wrapping around him possessively.
Oh, that’s good.
“Here, Kakarot…” Vegeta pinned him against a nearby cedar tree. Vegeta lapped at his neck and parted Kakarot’s legs. Kakarot’s grip tightened on his shoulder and he groaned in need.
“Do it, then,” Kakarot gasped, “I need it..”
“Keep begging,” Vegeta grinded into him suggestively.
“Please,” Kakarot said. Vegeta growled his approval “Don’t make me mad, Geta. I said please,”
“Say my name,” Vegeta said, “The stupid one.”
“Geta…”
Vegeta groaned and ripped the underclothes away, teetering on the edge of fucking Kakarot, but not quite.
“Please,” he moaned again, louder “Do it. Do it now.”
“Didn’t catch that, Kakarot.” Vegeta smirked and stopped moving.
“Now! NOW GETA!!”
Vegeta roared and plunged inside of him.