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1. DBGT (as this happens in GT) does not belong to me. But I would pay money to get my hands on SS4 Goku...*growl* 
2. Slash slash slash slash. Sex sex sex sex. It's a PWP. A Slash PwP. With Saiyans!~ 
3. This is the product of Jaygoose's Boredom. Yep. That's right. She was bored so I wrote a PwP. I'm not sure how this worked out. But I realized that I was bored. She mentioned she had a lemon--I thought to myself: Who have I NOT slashed? 
4. Goten/Vegeta Vegeta/Goten (Really--don't look at me like that.) ...oh--Humor too. And unexplained pervy comments. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

Unlikely

by Card

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There was absolutely no justification for this. Not that Goten really spent a lot of time looking for justifications. So, he was supposed to go on a the space ship with his father and Trunks, and instead he ended up not going. So he was just laying around--bored out of his mind.

Gohan got boring really quick. The whole 'my daughter is in space with my ten year old father and Trunks.' Like an endless panic attack. Videl wasn't even better, although it was amusing to remind her of stupid things his father had done in the past and listen to her come up with ways that her little daughter could end up dead. Of course, the conversation usually ended with him saying something like: "But Trunks is with them. He'll make sure nothing with happen to her."

Because he believed it. Really.

(Of the two of them, Trunks was probably the more likely to let Pan get eaten by a giant fish. For whatever reason, every time that boy went anywhere a giant freaking fish jumped out and attacked him.)

So, he wondered home long enough to hear his mother complain about his father. Then wandered out to the middle of nowhere to hear other people mumble things about stupid idiots wishing for Goku to be a kid again. And spaceships. And lots of other stupid things. (Like Vegeta's mustache. Which had THANKFULLY finally gone away.)

Then he wandered to Capsule Corp. Wandered right into the kitchen. Where Vegeta was standing looking rather sweaty. Shirtless. Arrogant.

"Where's Bulma and Bra?"

"Shopping."

"Want to spar?" He had stopped being afraid of Vegeta sometime after he turned thirteen. He never really felt at ease around him, but he wasn't as bad as he used to be. It was sort of hard to be afraid of Vegeta after the number of times he had fused with Trunks over the years. (Want a really convenient way to skip school--fuse with your childhood friend and call in sick.) (Need to get rid of a crowd of people that laughed at you (that happened in elementary) just get your best friend and fuse right in front of them, turn Super Saiyan and start dropping them from the sky. Not only will you never have to go to that school again--nobody will make fun of you--ever.) Trunks wasn't afraid of his father. Therefore Goten (having picked up some of Trunks traits) was no longer afraid of Vegeta.

Vegeta gave him a look. "Sure."

Because Vegeta must have been bored too. That was the justification. Vegeta was bored. He was bored. They were bored. So they fought. Clothes got ripped. (Mostly his--Vegeta wasn't wearing many to start out with.) He ended up panting and laying flat out on the ground. Vegeta with his hand pulled back like he was going to hit him. One knee on his hip the other on the ground, and his hand was on the ground too.

Rationality must have disappeared.

Because Vegeta didn't hit him. He slid his knee farther over Goten's hip and looked down at him. Just staring. Like he had never seen him before.

Sanity followed the rationality in the disappearing department.

Because he sat up, so they were pressed together, and Vegeta was just a little bit taller than him, one hand at his side and the other was on Goten's skin. Just lingering there. Vegeta licked his lips. Goten licked his lips. Vegeta shifted against him, so they were pressed together just a little tighter. He thought that he really ought to get up, get away from this.

But it was by far the most interesting damn thing that had happened to him in a long time. And wasn't everyone just a little bit interested in what Vegeta could do naked?

Vegeta looked at him again. Right at him, almost like he was warning him that it was his last chance to run away, and he licked his own lips again and felt his mouth hang open just a little. Enough to be inviting. Playing the game, seeing what Vegeta would do. Because they had gone this far. No reason to stop now.

The lips against his were-- But the hands in his hair, one hand on the back of his head, tilting his face to open his mouth wider, and the legs thighs on either side of his waist tightened, Vegeta sat up straight. His other hand on Goten's neck, holding him in place as he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue into Goten's mouth.

Surreal.

His own hands stayed on Vegeta's hips, fingers pressed against his ass and his thumbs against the hipbones, digging in. Letting himself be moved, his head titled, mouth opened, letting his tongue be tasted and his mouth invaded.

He was suddenly aware of just how undressed he was. The little scraps of their clothes that were left did not constitute much. And infinitely more important, if this kept going, the scraggly bits of pants were going to be covering enough to be decent. He jerked away, felt blood rising to his face and for one moment was utterly terrified.

He was getting an erection. In front of Vegeta! Trunks' dad! He panted for breath.

Vegeta looked down between them, and then up at his face. Gave him a lazy sort of smirk. A grin. And dropped his hand between them. Rubbed against him, sliding inside of the pants that remained and Goten gasped so hard he started coughing. Vegeta just kept grinning at him. Kept his hot fingers right against him.

The coughing stopped and he bit his lip. Felt the blush spreading. The fear ebbed as his stomach twisted up and he felt the insides of his thighs getting hot. He tried to move up into the touch, but he didn't have the leverage, so he could only hold his breath. Vegeta reached out and grabbed him by the neck, pulled him back up and kissed him again. Hand still down between them.

More surreal. Surrealer. (If possible.)

But, Vegeta was being awfully nice, so he kept one hand on the nice (warm) rounded rear, slipped the other between Vegeta's thighs and rubbed him. (Suddenly he was wishing he didn't have any lingering memories of fusing with Trunks all those times. It was incredibly inappropriate to be rubbing a man's erection and thinking of him as Daddy at the same time--Pervy even.) Vegeta moved away from his mouth.

Looked down at him. "Enough playing." And his voice (which had before been terrifying) was now gravelly and sexy. Dripping with appeal and dirty promises. Damn--it was no wonder Bulma had his kids. He'd have had babies if it meant hearing that voice. Like a porn soundtrack.

"We were playing?" he said finally. Concentrated on Vegeta's face and not on the hand between his legs.

"It is called foreplay."

True. He was starting to really hope that this was a dream, and that his mother didn't come in his room and wake him up, because he didn't think any amount of explaining would make this dream okay.

Vegeta moved his hand away, and to his feet. Walked away from Goten like everything was just so normal. Like he hadn't just-- Been here. Like Goten's entire body wasn't buzzing and screaming: WHAT THE FUCK! The whole happy weight of Vegeta's body was missing, the warmth, the energy, the smirk, the smell.

Everything.

So he got to his feet, ran across the room and grabbed Vegeta, shoved him against the wall and kissed him again. (Realized that was stupid.) But Vegeta opened his mouth for him, pressed their mouths together harder and Goten rocked against him. Slid one of his legs between Vegeta and felt the thrust against him.

Yeah, so before this he liked girls. But he wasn't the picky sort.

Vegeta moved his mouth away again, licked his lips again. Then shoved him back and walked away from him. Out of the GR, up the stairs, past the room that Goten knew was Bulma's, down the hall to the last room on the right and into it.

Oh this was wrong on so many different levels.

Vegeta grabbed him by the arm, flipped him around and dropped him on the bed. And he was on top of him faster than Goten could even say something. Shoving his legs apart, and settling between them. Goten narrowed his eyes and Vegeta smirked.

"Oh no," he snapped. "You're the short one." And he rolled them over.

"Short?" Vegeta demanded. Shoved at him, but Goten held onto him with one hand and pressed his knees between his, parting his legs (with less effort than he thought) and Vegeta laughed at him.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You look like your father."

That was funny? And talking about his father when they were all with the naked touchy-feely thing wasn't exactly something he thought was a good thing. Not sexy. Pervy. Suddenly he wasn't so sure this was a great idea despite the pressure against his erection. Vegeta seemed just a bit too--okay with the whole idea.

Vegeta and bottom just weren't synonymous or compatible things. But then--again--you never really knew a person until you screwed them. He stared at Vegeta.

And Vegeta stopped laughing at him, opened his legs willingly and looked at him expectantly. Waiting.

Goten felt his mouth fall open.

Another laugh. "Virgin."

"I am not!"

"Jacking off with my son doesn't count as sex," Vegeta informed him.

"Stop doing that!" Goten yelped, and he would have moved away but Vegeta had his legs around him and he was trapped.

Vegeta was just so fucking amused by him. Licked his lips again and turned his eyes away from him to look toward the beside table. Where an innocent-looking jar was sitting. Out in the open.

People just did not leave lube sitting around--out in the open. It just wasn't what you did. It was wrong.

Goten was pouting now. Vegeta reached over and grabbed the jar, looked up at him and set the jar on his chest. Waited for him to react or whatever. "Do you want to run away?"

Yes. Yes he very much did. So he nodded miserably and Vegeta let him go. He jumped back and was on his way to the door, but Vegeta's voice stopped him. A breath little inhale. A grunt. Groan. Moan. Whatever, he stopped at the door, fingers just centimeters from the knob. Told himself that he wasn't going to turn around. He wasn't going to turn around.

But Vegeta--his voice.

Goten cursed. Turned around and was greeted with the sight of the Prince of all Saiyans, naked. Shivering, glimmering in the light and his fist was around his erection. Stroking himself. Little jar--it was pink--open at his side, and his legs were drawn up, open. Thighs blushing.

Oh. It was indecent.

Goten swallowed.

Vegeta ignored him. Stroked his hand up and down his thigh as his fist moved on his erection, and just the sound. Of the contact of skin. The slide. The little sucks of breath, and the moans. Vegeta writhing on the bed from his own touch.

He looked so hot.

Goten's erection throbbed painfully and he kicked his shoes off, untied the pants and let them drop to the floor, climbed back on the bed and between Vegeta's thighs. Grabbed his hand and stilled the stroking.

Vegeta's dark eyes opened. He smiled. "Back?"

Bastard.

So he was back. What now? But Vegeta solved that problem by digging his own fingers into the lube again, then spreading it on Goten's hardness (COLD... FUCKING COLD.) When he was satisfied that he was slick (and COLD.) He held the little jar. "Fingers," he instructed.

Goten coated his fingers. A lot. Probably too much. But Vegeta said nothing. Pulled his knees up so they were almost touching his chest. "Know what to do now?"

Yeah. And with a look of utter concentration on his face (he could feel out of place the look was) he pressed one of his fingers into him. Tight. Damn tight when he pushed in, and inside, soft and hot. Shifting, clenching, and he gasped.

It was just his finger and he was breathless. He wasn't going to survive this. And he pressed another finger in, turned them and pressed up, against the strange feeling thing, Vegeta gasped again. Moaned or whatever and Goten looked up at his face. Saw the blush across his cheekbones. The almost completely closed eyes. Pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in. Another groan.

"Enough," Vegeta said.

Goten pulled his fingers out and inched forward on his knees. Frowned, because Vegeta was just too far down for this to work right, so he had to grab him by the hipbones and pull him up. Vegeta rolled his eyes, and wrapped his fingers around him, pulled him forward and pressed him against the entrance. Then his legs curled around him and jerked him forward, pulling him inside his body.

The sound he made was something like a strangled duck. He couldn't breath. He couldn't see. He couldn't do anything but shiver as he was engulfed in Vegeta's body. Heat and flesh, moist and slick and ALL AROUND HIM. For the first time. He tried to get his head back, but he couldn't even breath. It just wasn't working. Everything was throbbing, and the only thing he could think was: heat.

It was almost painful. Vegeta made a bored noise, and that was all the warning Goten got before he was shoved down on the bed and Vegeta looked down at him. "Impress me," he said dryly. And moved on him. Thrusting his hips down against him. Driving Goten deeper into himself.

Movement! Friction. Heat.

He rolled his head back, clenches his hands on Vegeta's thighs and tried to choke out the word no or stop or anything, but Vegeta was bouncing against him. Flexing his hips down against him, clenching his body and moving faster.

Goten whimpered pitifully and jerked up. Felt the growl in his throat and thought it was pretty damn cheap that he was on the bottom again. Rolled Vegeta under him again, slid his arms under the bent knees and thrust into Vegeta. Probably faster and harder than he should have, but Vegeta didn't seem put off by it. Still vaguely amused, but his breathing was a bit harder and faster now.

Not that it mattered. Goten felt his body seizing up. His erection was painful now as he thrust into him. Every muscle quivering and his body clenched down as he orgasmed for the very first time.

Oh. Now he was never going to be able to look at Vegeta ever again. This was utterly ridiculous. He pulled away as soon as he could control his own body functions again and would have run away and hid (forever.) But Vegeta grabbed him.

"My turn." Oh perfect. He opened one eye, just enough to see Vegeta wiping off his thighs on the bedspread with a grimace. Then he turned at looked at him.

"...Sorry?" he whispered. Hoped that sometime during his life-span he would live down this mortification.

Vegeta had that arrogantly amused look again. Shoved him on the bed and kissed him. (And as embarrassed and afraid as he was, he just sort of laid there and let his mouth hang open.) That didn't work out so Vegeta pushed himself up and looked down at him. "Would you feel better if I told you that that wasn't the worst I've had?"

Uh--He nodded frantically.

"Then feel better." There was the pervy grin again. "Your father was worse. And he wasn't even a virgin." It was the shock that allowed Vegeta to get his legs open. Shock that got him in the right position (knees farther up than he ever thought he could get them) and a finger was inside of him before he realized what was happening.

And hey--that weird thing inside of Vegeta that made him all whimpery--that really did feel good. He jerked against it and gasped. Rose out of his shock (well that shock.) and found himself panting and whining. Two fingers inside of him and --wow-- three.

He grabbed Vegeta's arm (the one that was against the bed, not inside of him.) Rocked his hips back against the invasion and found that his erection was back again. Throbbing again.

Oh, he should have walked away.

Vegeta took his fingers out. Leaned down and kissed him again, almost violently. Then moved down, kissed his neck and his shoulder. Distractedly. Looked back up at him. "Its easier..." And he was on his stomach now, hands digging into his hips, pulling him up. "...This way." That much he took on faith, felt Vegeta moving up behind him, and then Vegeta was against him. He clenched his teeth, tried to get himself to relax, the fingers hadn't been bad--pretty damn nice actually. "I bet Kakarot's fucked my son by now," Vegeta said to him.

And that shock loosened his whole body. Vegeta thrust into him, and he gasped at that, ignored the dirty comment and shivered. Gasped. Vegeta moved inside of him but didn't thrust, just shifted, moved around and Goten felt his own sweat running down his back, and his stomach. One hand slid around him and pressed over his waist, the other stayed on his hip, holding him up as he shook.

So much for that virginity thing.

Vegeta started to move. Slow at first, then a little faster, thrusting smoothly into him, rubbing right against that thing inside of him. He gasped and whined, groaned and all those things. Dug his hands into the bed under him and felt the tightness building in his gut again, getting higher and higher until he couldn't stand it and Vegeta moved faster now. Harder. Thrusting into him so the bed moved under them, and Goten jerked back, meeting each thrust.

Harder.

Pounding into him and he felt the orgasm explode, his vision went white again and all he could feel was his erection, throbbing as he came and Vegeta movement. Just enough that it made the orgasm last. Made him unable to breath.

His body clenched down on Vegeta. Felt the older man jerk one last time and then the growl. And wetness.

Inside of him. He collapsed. Vegeta followed him down, pulled out of him and rolled onto his side. Looked at him with a grin. "Decent." He informed him.

Oh. How kind.

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Goten: ...*debauched.*
Vegeta: *perv*
Card: ...*hangs head*

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