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“I still don’t understand why we have to do this,” Vegeta is grumbling, working a crick out of his neck as he walks across the iridescent floor of Zeno’s palace at Goku’s side, the both of them trailing behind Whis. It had been a back-stiffening two day journey here, all of that time spent in the null void of the angel travel realm—Zeno had specifically asked for the two of them, Goku and Vegeta, which meant Whis was under strict obligation to bring them over immediately, like a goddamn divine express delivery service. Vegeta would much rather be spending this time actually training, but when the literal king of the multiverse comes calling, he supposes you had better start running in his direction if you know what’s good for you.

“Zenny wanted to hang out,” Goku says casually, like that isn’t a ridiculous fucking statement, like he’s not calling God himself by a childish nickname. “Quit looking so pouty, he’ll be upset.”

“I’m not—”

“That’s right, Vegeta,” Whis titters, looking crescent at them over his shoulder. “You should consider yourself honoured to have someone as esteemed as King Zeno request an audience with you. It isn’t a large sum of individuals who can say the same.”

Vegeta squints. “This is— you know what, whatever,” he hisses, indefinitely looking twice as pouty as he stomps on towards the reason they’re on this blasted expedition in the first place: their fickle king of all, King Zeno himself, who is waiting for the three of them at what appears to be a coffee table, its surface littered with colourful snacks and teacups. Vegeta’s eye twitches at the way the little thing immediately bounds over to Goku, who catches him with open arms.

“Goku!” Zeno exclaims, squealing when Goku twirls him around in the air for good measure. “You really came!”

“Of course, silly!” Goku laughs, setting him back down on the ground, still holding both of his hands. Vegeta resists the urge to say We had to come or you might have smited us all, instinctively whipping to attention when Zeno’s soullessly empty eyes settle right on him, his ever present grin widening something unsettling. A chill creeps down Vegeta’s spine as he bows his head stiffly, still not even sure what the proper etiquette is in this increasingly surreal situation.

“Vegeta, you’re here, too!” Zeno chimes, as though Vegeta had any choice in the matter of his being here in the first place, padding on over in his direction. “Nice to see you!”

Vegeta inclines his head awkwardly. “Yes, um—it’s an honour, your majesty,” he coughs, only straightening back up once Zeno’s omniscient attention shifts away from him.

As expected, it’s fucking taxing, being in the presence of your highest creator. Even Whis has to conduct himself in a rigid manner, toning down his mirth and hovering demurely in a way that’s uncharacteristic of his usual frivolousness. Vegeta takes his seat at the little table between Goku and Whis as he begins to expertly zone out, infinitely more consumed with thoughts of cashing in on the new form he can feel is on the verge of fruition within him. He watches Goku snag a cookie off the platter and chomp it in two. Ultra Ego thrums beneath his fingertips, a loyal beast waiting for its master’s call. Goku licks his fingers and makes a satisfied noise, sticky in the back of his throat. Vegeta needs to go further. Higher.

Goku swathes his tongue over the crumbs on his rosy lips. Vegeta wants to heft him over his head. Vegeta wants to kiss him all over his cheks.

“Vegeta,” comes Whis’s voice, firm but flustered, snapping Vegeta right out of his reverie when the lower end of his staff knocks sharply into his spine. “King Zeno was trying to ask you a question.”

Vegeta jerks to consciousness, feeling the nape of his neck prickle hotly when he catches Goku staring back at him with a flush slowly coming into colour on his dumb, pretty little face. Vegeta clears his throat and directs his attention to Zeno. “My apologies, King Zeno. What were you…?”

“It’s alright,” Zeno laughs, although Vegeta has a sneaking suspicion it might actually not, in any way, shape or form, be alright. Zeno cocks his head, catlike. Unblinking. “I actually just wanted to inquire about your son, Vegeta.”

At the mention of Trunks, Vegeta tenses. Battle-ready, even if he knows it’s an insult. Goku’s eyes are stuck to him when destruction god gi starts to simmer violet in his muscles. Vegeta still manages to keep his face docile, smiling placidly. “My son, your majesty? What could you possibly want to know about him?” His tone is cool, but there’s the simmer of a threat lying beneath its smooth timbre. Zeno just giggles again.

“I mean his future timeline counterpart, to be specific,” he continues, still getting at something, but giving no leeway as to what it is. “The time traveler. It’s a serious offense to my creation and the multiverse itself to commit such an act, you know.”

Vegeta’s lip twitches. Goku kicks his shin under the table in warning, but Vegeta’s not paying attention, his focus zeroed in on the deity before him, everything else turning to white noise. “It was… for a just cause. You’ve met the boy, my king. You know he wouldn’t do anything with the intention to forsake you in mind.”

“Hmm,” Zeno titters, mulling Vegeta’s claim over carefully, burying his suspicion in the curve of his mouth. He pops a pastry into his mouth, chewing on it like he’s gnawing into the sudden tension that’s overtaken the room. Then, after about ten seconds of deafening silence: “Have you ever experienced it, Vegeta?”

Vegeta blinks. “Experienced…?” Experienced what?

Zeno swallows. Grins, void of teeth. “Time travel.”

Vegeta’s blood runs cold. “I— Well, just the once, when we were fighting Goku Black, but I’m not sure if that counts as—”

“I suppose there’s a first time for everything, then.” Zeno raises a hand, celestial energy burning in his palm. Vegeta hears Goku call for him, panicked, but it’s too late. Zeno’s face is the only pronounced image in the technicolour blur Vegeta’s fallen into. “Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m going to keep you there forever. That wouldn’t be any fun at all, now would it?”

Something eldritch grabs Vegeta by the navel and pulls.

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There’s a migraine throbbing in Vegeta’s temples when he comes to, curled on the ground in the fetal position like an idiot. Grass. There’s grass beneath him, scratching at his cheek, soil brushing up against his white gloves in brown patches. He coughs as he sits up, blinking blearily as his vision begins to clear: he’s in a forest. The sun shines mercilessly down on him, sweltering mid summer heat on his skin, and the canopy of the leaves in surrounding trees hardly does anything to shield him. Vegeta grinds his teeth together as he tries to piece together where the hell he is exactly. Is this Earth? Or a different planet with a similar ecosystem? Maybe it’s a divine dimension—perhaps he’s somewhere only Zeno can reach him.

That last thought makes his skin crawl. Vegeta shakes his head and attempts a clear mind. What had Zeno said, before he tossed him through worlds for shits and giggles?

Have you ever experienced it, Vegeta?

Time travel.

Vegeta startles. “Fuck,” he says out loud, stumbling to his feet and brushing the dirt off of himself in a hurry. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, no, this can’t be—”

He concentrates through his manic muttering on sweeping through the ki signatures of every living thing in this place, mapping out that ocean of little lights, some bigger and smaller than others, indubitably human and mediocre—and easily tracks the stomp of the titans trudging above it, colossal spheres of energy like planets: Gohan, Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha, Krillin, Kakarot—

Himself.

Vegeta’s eyes snap open. It’s his own ki he’s feeling, burning in a separate body miles away from his current location. Zeno has, in fact, thrown him right back in time, and judging from the frequency of his own past self’s energy, the furious and jagged waves it is made of, Super Saiyan laying dormant just beneath a locked threshold in the pits of its glow—Vegeta knows exactly what point in the timeline he’s ended up on. The three years before the androids. Just after the future version of his son made his first visit. How ironic. Vegeta bites his tongue until he tastes copper.

“What point is he even trying to make, here?” he grumbles, starting to pace in the lush clearing, now. “No, there probably isn’t even a point to be made. The entire universe is run by childish idiots and I’ve just got to accept that.”

Indeed. Well, Vegeta figures he should look at the positives: he’s already hit rock bottom, and this predicament quite literally cannot get any worse than it already has.

“Vegeta? Is that… you?”

Shit. It just got worse.

Vegeta already knows who he’s dealing with as soon as he whirls on his feet: it’s Goku, because of course it is, young and baby-faced and poised for battle because the poor thing probably sensed the monstrous reserve of energy Vegeta’s got stowed inside him on account of Vegeta’s forgetting to repress it—give him a break, he was in the middle of an existential crisis—and arrived to fend whatever he was about to be faced with off. How righteous of him. The noble little brat has to have known he wouldn’t have stood a chance, but he still came rushing in, guns blazing. The thought makes a fond smile fight to curve Vegeta’s lips, but he manages to trample them flat as he consciously remembers to suppress his ki, now.

Wouldn’t do them any good if any of those other pea-brained members of their little ragtag revolution team came looking for them, after all. That wouldn’t be any fun at all, now would it?

Squaring his shoulders, Vegeta regards this version of Goku before him. Still in his twenties with Super Saiyan on the backburner. Vegeta crosses his arms over his chest. “Well.” He cocks a brow. “Your eyes are working, aren’t they? Who else could I be?”

Goku blanches. “Yeah, but—” He takes a step back, then another forward. “But you’re—your energy doesn’t even feel like—”

Vegeta watches in fascination as Goku hikes back pin straight, stunned and frazzled.

“Hold on,” Goku says, two shaking fingers slapped to his forehead, “hold on, let me just—”

He’s gone. Vegeta already knows where he’s vanished to—he’s checking on this timeline’s Vegeta, and when he finds him busting his ass in Capsule Corp’s gravity chamber, he’s going to show up again even more freaked out than before.

Speaking of the devil: Goku blips back into existence, eyes wide, the black in them trembling. “He’s there, but you’re here—how can that—? Why are there two—”

See? It’s like clockwork.

“You needn’t exert yourself over it,” Vegeta assures him through a sigh, waving a hand in his general direction flippantly. “I’ll find some way to get out of here myself. Go back to—training with the boy and Piccolo, that was what you were up to around this time, right?” Vegeta’s brows draw together as he tries to remember, glancing off to the side, not noticing the way Goku’s still watching him like he’s a ticking time bomb about to blow. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to concern yourself with me—”

“How do you know that?” Goku interrupts him, looking shell-shocked when Vegeta slides his gaze back to him. “How do you know that I was— Who are you, really?”

Vegeta blinks, slow and irritated. “I’m Vegeta,” he says flatly, glaring at him mildly. “Goodness, it seems you’re just as slow as ever. Suppose that’s one thing that hasn’t changed.”

“But you’re not,” Goku insists, wobbly seriousness overtaking his features, now; he’s still deeply disquieted by what for all he knows is just a creature wearing Vegeta’s skin who’s got a ki signature more vast than anything he could ever put his mind to, but he’s setting aside his own fear and steeling himself for a fight. Hard headed idiot. He should know when to back down, Vegeta thinks. “You’re an imposter, aren’t you? What do you want? What did you come here for?”

Vegeta really, really doesn’t want to do this. Which must be a testament to his character, if he’s feeling reluctant about taking the chance to wipe the floor with Goku’s sorry ass—it just wouldn’t be satisfying, he thinks, picking on someone this beneath him. It would be like—going up against a child. Which he has done, actually, multiple times, although it was less going up against and more murdering in cold blood, but, yet again, in reiteration: testament to his character, and whatnot. Vegeta feels increasingly distressed as he watches Goku take his stance, still awaiting Vegeta’s response. “Kakarot, calm down. I’m not here to hurt anybody.”

Goku bristles, baring his teeth. “Don’t call me that,” he hisses, venomous, looking for an opening in Vegeta’s indomitable aura. His hair is beginning to rise, thrumming golden. “You don’t get to— you know what, just answer me already!”

“I already told you who I am!” Vegeta exclaims, throwing his arms up exasperatedly. “I’m Vegeta, okay, and even I don’t know why the hell I’m here—well, I do, sort of, but I’m still just as goddamn lost as you are—”

He’s promptly cut off when Goku’s fist comes soaring for his face—and doesn’t make its landing, obviously, because Vegeta catches him easily around the wrist. Unimpressed, he meets the eyes of the spitfire before him.

“Sloppy,” Vegeta tuts, clicking his tongue, holding Goku’s iron fist like it’s a hissing kitten. “Although—I can’t say I was any better at this stage, either.”

Goku growls, attempting to reel his arm back and grunting when he realizes Vegeta’s grip is giving him zero leeway. He pounces off his feet and backflips into the air, vertical and face-first above Vegeta before he swivels gracefully enough for a guy who’s still being restrained at a wrist, attempting a two-legged butterflied kick to the back of Vegeta’s neck. Vegeta slams his free hand in a harsh squeeze around Goku’s constricted forearm before the kick can land, and hurls him through more than a few trees, off a couple yards away. Launching gingerly off the soles of his feet and into the air, Vegeta surveys the landscape for Goku’s crumpled figure. He’s nowhere to be seen, which means he must have already gotten back up.

“Kakarot,” Vegeta calls, unable to hide the teasing lilt to his voice, “come out already. It’s no use hiding.”

Goku’s slicing through the air towards him at full speed then, fury and blood alike marring his usually kind face. Vegeta wonders if he should take it as a compliment that Goku’s this angered at the thought of some strange entity invoking the name and image of Prince Vegeta, the Saiyan calamity who’s done nothing but bite Goku’s feeding hand thus far in the record. Vegeta supposes Goku’s always believed in him, even at his worst.

Foolish.

“Answer me,” Goku demands again, just as Vegeta blocks a roundhouse kick with a forearm. “Who are you, and what do you want?” The longer he stares at Vegeta’s face, the angrier he seems to become. “And why did you choose to come to me looking like him?”

Vegeta scoffs, throwing Goku’s leg off of him, still on the pure defensive as he catches another left hook. “I didn’t come to you. You’re the one who found me—”

“You’re on Mount Paozu,” Goku snarls, knuckles grating into Vegeta’s palm, eyes glowing brilliant in their blue, and all Vegeta can think is, Oh, fuck you, Zeno, you petty asshole—wait, don’t erase me from existence if you’re hearing my thoughts right now, please, “you’re on my turf, and out of everyone you could’ve picked, you chose to impersonate—” Goku swallows whatever he was going to say next, and Vegeta doesn’t miss the way the tips of his ears flood coral red, the way his lips wobble, but that sweetheart softness is gone as soon as it comes, replaced with the flash of his furious canines, a snarl trapped in his throat. “Is this some kind of sick joke you’re playing on me?”

If there’s one thing Vegeta hates, it’s repeating himself. He veers in closer, his energy beginning to crackle in threatening static waves between them. He hasn’t transformed in the slightest, not even close to opening the celestial seal, but the mere fact that his ki has been shaped by the gods themselves is impossible to ignore, overwhelming in multitudes. Goku trembles like a cornered fox, but he does not attempt an escape. Whether it’s because he’s resolved himself to sticking to his idiotic bravado until the end or because he’s too terrified to move, Vegeta isn’t sure.

“I suppose I’ll just have to beat you into listening to me, won’t I?” he muses, and Goku isn’t afforded the luxury of hurling another insult at him before Vegeta’s brandishing his other fist and battering Goku’s lights out, punching the Super Saiyan right out of him with a bloody deck to the nose, forcing him to phase back to his base form. “That’s better,” Vegeta huffs, crimping a fluid hand around Goku’s throat until the column shudders beneath his palm, until Goku’s eyes widen to saucers. “We’re going down, now.”

It’s all Vegeta gives him before he’s plummeting them back down to the ground as one, slamming Goku into the grass of the clearing, the two of them curled together in a crater. Vegeta sitting victorious between his legs, still stapling Goku to the dirt with the hand wrapped around his neck. Goku coughs, wet and chunky with blood.

“You—” Goku manages, wheezing as he tries to sit up against the unstoppable force Vegeta’s exerting over him, “you bastard—”

Vegeta squeezes tighter. Blood spurts out of Goku’s open mouth in a fountain, and he makes a strangled noise akin to a wildcat dying; wildcat, wolf. Cub, pup. He’s fresh blood, and Vegeta almost envies his past self for being the one who’ll get the first taste. He looks down on him, impassive. “Stay,” Vegeta orders, like he’s talking to a dog, watching Goku twitch with his anger at the imposed complicity. His pupils dilate in foggy circumference the longer Vegeta puts his weight on him, the longer he stares up at his tormentor.

(And distantly, deep down inside what’s left of Vegeta’s conscience, there is an incessant nagging telling him that he could just—leave. Fly off at speeds faster than Goku can even comprehend and go Blue so Goku wouldn’t be able to track his ki. Disappear to the ends of the earth and leave before he can fuck him up any further, leave that rite of passage to the Vegeta of this timeline, its lawful owner.)

Hmmm.

Vegeta thumbs over the bob of Goku’s Adam’s apple, feels it quiver beneath his touch. (The coin has been flipped and the good in him has lost, although that’s really no surprise.) “Now before you try to kill me again,” he starts, grinning down at what might be his newest source of entertainment for however long this cosmic punishment is going to last, “I want you to know you have zero chance of even putting a dent in me. Although I’m sure you must have figured out that much, by now. You’ve always been rather quick-witted when it comes to combat, much to my chagrin.”

Goku is silent beneath him, lips agape as he sucks in the little air he is granted. Vegeta works his jaw. “I’m going to let you go now, Kakarot. Don’t try anything stupid.”

Obviously, as soon as Vegeta withdraws his hand, Goku’s bouncing right back, elastic, sitting up bullet-quick and going in for a classic headbutt at mach speeds. Vegeta catches him easily with a palm to his forehead, and then bangs him back down into the ground, so hard the back of his head leaves a dent in the dirt. Vegeta’s eye is twitching above his strained smile. “Okay, let’s give this another shot—do you want answers, Kakarot? Is that what’ll get you to act civilized?”

Goku narrows his eyes. Maliciousness is a good look on him, much as he loathes to don it. Blood is beginning to drip down his thick lashes, making him appear cherubic; sacrificial lamb sent to the slaughter at Vegeta’s hands. “Could’ve given me those a long time ago,” he snarks, all bratty, clearly a little ruffled about having been defeated so easily. It’s cute.

“You met a boy from the future recently, didn’t you?” Vegeta inquires, ignoring his sass, still holding him down. Goku’s blood is warm and sticky beneath Vegeta’s hand, staining his palm with his red life. “Purple hair. Defeated Frieza.” Vegeta’s fangs show through the widening stretch of his lips as he watches the gears in Goku’s head turn. “My son, as I’m sure you know.”

“You—what?!” Goku gasps incredulously, hostility blending easily into surprise. “How do you—how did you know that?!”

This is absolutely hilarious. Vegeta wouldn’t mind staying here longer, if only to watch Goku lose his shit in slow stages. “I was getting there,” Vegeta says, putting a great amount of effort into keeping his tone level when all he wants is to burst out laughing until his stomach hurts. Then again, the Goku of this time would probably go into anaphylactic shock if he saw Vegeta of all people laughing, so Vegeta supposes the odds are in his favour regardless of how well he keeps his composure. He lets a single chuckle slip through the cracks, warm with his endearment, and Goku jolts beneath them, staring at him as though he’s grown another head.

Adorable.

“Would you believe me if I said I was a time traveler, as well?” Vegeta hums, which—well, it’s not a lie. He really has travelled backwards in time, even if it was without his consent and for no real reason. Bringing his other hand up to his face, pointing at his visage with his index finger, he says, again: “I really am Vegeta. But from the future. Around twenty years, roughly. That’s why I’m so much stronger than you, Kakarot, and how I already know everything that’s happened this far.”

And everything that’s happened beyond it, how the curtains had closed, how the conclusion had been drawn—but that’s not something he thinks he should talk about. Both because revealing too much about the future is dangerous and because even after all these years, thinking about the cards Goku had played against Cell leaves a bad taste in Vegeta’s mouth.

Goku, still nailed to the ground by Vegeta’s hand to his forehead, has gone catatonic. His mouth opens and closes like a fish’s, and then he ripens bright with a blush so red he’d give a cherry a run for its money, the colour swarming him from his hairline down past the neckline of his gi. “So that’s why—” He chews on his lip, gaze darting anywhere but Vegeta’s, pearly white teeth sinking into rosy pink. “That’s why it—it still felt like you.”

Vegeta blinks. Something stirs in his chest. “It felt like me?”

There’s a hazy expression playing on Goku’s features, eyes gleaming and glazed over like he’s flown off somewhere faraway even though Vegeta’s got him tethered down to the mud. “When you hit me,” he sighs, breathy, shifting his hips on the ground, “when you—every time I felt you, your skin on mine, every time you blocked my hits or caught my punches—it was like I’d been here before, over and over. What do they call it—deja vu? I think my body recognized yours, even though you’re so much different from the Vegeta I know. Like there was a code between us.” He flicks his eyes up to meet Vegeta’s, all shy and fidgety, docile beneath Vegeta’s thumb. “Did you feel that, too?”

Damn it. Vegeta should have knocked him out twenty minutes ago, before the clown got around to his routine of saying shit that was so profoundly sentimental in his punch-drunk clarity it could make even Vegeta’s teensy-tiny heart skip a beat. Drawing his hand back, folding his arms over his chest and pointedly looking away, Vegeta scoffs, “I don’t know what the hell you’re blathering on about.”

The grass rustles as Goku sits up slowly. Vegeta had taken care not to damage him in any fundamental way, but he’s probably still going to have a hell of a muscle ache. There’s nothing Vegeta can do about that—Goku had finalized his fate the moment he thought he could challenge Vegeta and come out the victor.

“It’s really you?” Goku whispers, so faint Vegeta almost could have missed it. He’s picking at a scab on his knee where his gi pants had ripped when Vegeta glares at him out of the corner of his eye.

Vegeta sighs, harsh through his teeth. “Yes, you buffoon,” he grumbles, slapping Goku’s hand away from his knee and laying it to rest on the ground with a domesticity that comes second nature him by now, not even realizing how wide Goku’s eyes have gone at the gesture, how his face blazes impossibly redder. “Don’t pick at it. Dumbass.”

“Sorry,” Goku squeaks, hanging his head down low, fingers twitching when Vegeta slides his hand out of his. “I, um— So I guess you’ve got some important information from the future or something, if you’re here, right?” He laughs nervously as he looks back up to meet Vegeta’s piercing gaze. “More news of, uh, impending doom, and all that?”

Vegeta leans back against the trunk of the tree they’re piled under. “Unfortunately, it’s nothing that noble,” he grunts, cracking his neck, oblivious to the way Goku’s eyes follow the flex of his tendons. “I’ve been hurled back here for no good reason, in plain truth. I’m stuck until the person who put me here decides to bring me back.”

Goku leans forward inquisitively. “And that would be…?”

“Don’t bother asking,” Vegeta shuts him down airily, pressing two fingers to Goku’s forehead and pushing him back, “you know I can’t tell you anything about the specifics. But I’ll be fine.” Probably. Zeno had said he’d bring him back, didn’t he? Vegeta glimpses the pink pucker of Goku’s pouty bottom lip and thinks he probably wouldn’t have too many qualms about staying, imprisoned in the haven of Goku’s melted-wax crux—

No. No, he mustn’t allow himself to get distracted. Can’t afford it, hardly.

“Right,” Goku hums dejectedly. “But does this mean—does this mean everything is gonna turn out okay? This whole androids craze—we’re gonna get through it, aren’t we?”

Vegeta allows himself to crack a smirk. “And what makes you so sure about that?”

Goku considers his answer. He’s studying Vegeta, trying to see how the years have unfolded between them in the ease of Vegeta’s posture, the gentle lilt to his lips, the sawtooth state of perpetual rage Goku knows him to exist in tided over into tranquility. Finally, Goku just murmurs, “You’re here.” Like he’s aching for a world where Vegeta smiling at him makes sense. It will, in time. Just not yet. “You’re here, breathing, alive—not dead, the way Trunks said we all ended up.”

Vegeta chuckles, low in his throat. Pretends he doesn’t see the way Goku rubs his thighs together, sprawled on his side like a pinup model. “Smart boy,” he praises him, smirking at the flush that consumes Goku further at the snide compliment, flames licking at his skin, dragging him to the depths of crimson-tainted corruption. It’s tempting. Vegeta stands up to leave all the same. “I’d better get out of here. Try to solve this matter myself.” He starts to take a few steps away. “It was nice seeing you this way again, Kakarot. Bit of advice: forget this whole thing happened.”

“W-Wait!”

The desperate cry makes Vegeta halt in his path. He pivots on his heel, looking at where Goku is still on the ground, damn near on his knees, staring up at Vegeta with those stained glass window eyes, ample chest all squished together between his elbows, wet dream incarnate. Vegeta just raises a brow, silently giving him permission to go on, and Goku spends what must be at least a solid minute worrying his bottom lip between his teeth before he asks, songbird soft: “Could you—would you just tell me… What about the two of us?”

Vegeta bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn’t grin like a complete jackass. “The two of us,” he repeats in a drawl, dragging his enunciation, mocking him to a tune.

“I mean, are we—” Goku’s growing more flustered the longer Vegeta’s eyes stay on him, the sweet young thing, looking as though he’s not sure if he should cower or crawl closer. “The way you treated me, it was like…” He glances away, down at the ground, seemingly wishing it would swallow him whole. “Like we were, um… close. Like you didn’t hate me anymore, the way you do now. The Vegeta I know probably would have killed me without a second thought if he was this much stronger than me.” He lets out a dry laugh, void of humour. “But you—the way you were, it was like… like we were friends—maybe?”

Priceless. Precious. Friends? “Friends?” Vegeta says aloud, crouching down to Goku’s level, slipping two fingers beneath the slope of his chin—tipping him up, smirking smoky down at him, the corners of his mouth two billowing tendrils; watching Goku’s lip quiver, spit-shined and blood-rosy from when Vegeta had beaten the hell out of him. “I would certainly say we are much more than that, Kakarot.”

And when Goku’s eyes go wide again, when his skin blossoms white-hot beneath Vegeta’s fingertips, Vegeta knows—he’s dug himself a grave here, and he’s already got one foot six-feet deep.

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It’s going to be a very long day, Vegeta thinks as he watches Goku swallow thickly. “G-Good friends?” he offers weakly, unable to stop himself from subconsciously leaning into Vegeta’s hand, nuzzling his cheek to Vegeta’s palm—such a puppy. If Zeno’s intention was to discipline Vegeta for the sins of his son, he has failed miserably. This can’t be anything short of paradise, with Goku as his reigning angel at its centre. Goku gasps when Vegeta trails his touch down his neck, girlish and bordering on a whimper. “Vegeta, I-I—”

“That depends, Kakarot,” Vegeta tuts, watching him squirm, finding the slant of his waist easily, well-attuned to every curve and dip in Goku’s figure; after all, his body is Vegeta’s magnum opus, his greatest triumph. “Do friends do this sort of thing, do you think?” Pulling him into his lap, grinning at the automatic cinch of Goku’s thick thighs around him, the way he lolls his darling little head to the side with a keen, hips already moving in Vegeta’s firm grasp. “Do they touch you like this, hold you in this manner?”

“I don’t know,” Goku whines, voice all thinned out by the desire making his own body a blade against him, hands scrambling for stability across Vegeta’s shoulders. “I d-don’t—would you show me?” He careens closer, eyes falling half-lidded, the pads of his fingers tracing the line of Vegeta’s chin, sitting in Vegeta’s lap siren-tempting—and Vegeta had been the one to drag him into hell in the first place, but now Goku’s the one doing the dragging, it’s a double edged sword, “Show me how you touch me, Vegeta, show me how you hold me—”

“As you wish, darling,” Vegeta husks, crushing their mouths together then against all critical thought telling him he shouldn’t—telling him he should get up and make his exit, leave Goku battered with the only proof of any of this having been real the bruises Vegeta’s left him with. It’s hardly any use, though: Vegeta’s ignoring his moral compass’s arrow in totality when Goku makes a high-pitched sound into his mouth just as Vegeta squeezes his hips, kitten licking Vegeta’s lips, legs already trembling, their tongues slotting together in a spitty swirl. Goku’s so soft, ductile beneath Vegeta’s hands. Able to be made into whatever shape Vegeta desires. It’s addictive, lethally so.

“Mmmmphhh—!” Goku moans, fingers clawing dents into the back of Vegeta’s armour, grinding his hips on blind instinct, mewling when he feels Vegeta’s throbbing erection against his ass. “A-Ah, Vegeta—”

“How’s that?” Vegeta mutters, mouth still bowed against Goku’s, one hand groping his rear. “Hmm, Kakarot?”

“I-I—we—” Goku’s whimpering, half-heartedly pushing Vegeta away by the chest, lips all kiss-swollen and glossy with his own saliva. “V-Vegeta, we—mmm!—we shouldn’t—we r-really shouldn’t—”

“You’re right,” Vegeta agrees, jeeringly sympathetic, grinning wolfishly, watching Goku’s chest heave with every one of his stuttered breaths as he traces a pattern down Goku’s thigh. “We shouldn’t.”

It’s all he manages to get out before Goku is diving for him again, ready to take a yard now that he’s been given an inch, kissing Vegeta with twice the ferocity, twice the vigor. And Vegeta just laughs against his lips and takes it—lets Goku suck on his tongue, lets him tackle him to the floor, climb all over him like he’s attempting to memorize the exact dimensions of how Vegeta fits between his legs, lapping past his teeth like he’s trying to put a fire out in Vegeta’s mouth. Vegeta snorts as he fondles Goku’s hips, his ass, down his thighs; chuckles when it earns him more whimpered moans, more maiden sighs against the dip of his collarbone, Goku’s head falling against Vegeta’s chest and so onto the guillotine.

“Kakarot, baby,” Vegeta purrs, sliding his fingers teasingly against Goku’s hole through his thin gi pants, that dry friction making Goku startle like a deer against him, doe-eyed and keening and draped all over him, “do you want me? Huh?”

“I—” Goku’s eyes are already watering, spilling over with baby tears that Vegeta swipes away blotched across his oil painting face. He’s panting as he keeps rutting his hips against Vegeta’s, teenager-needy, animal-starved. “I do, I want you, I w-want you, Vegeta—” He’s swallowing his sobs, drawing back to look down on Vegeta with his hands splayed over his chest, thighs still trembling where they’re straddled around Vegeta’s waist, fresh tears still sliding down those berry-kissed cheeks, “—b-but I, I’ve just wanted this for so long and I—I-I’m scared that none of this is real, that it’s all just a dream and you’ll be gone when I wake up—”

Something catches in the back of Vegeta’s throat. I’ve wanted this for so long. He’d actually never been able to pin down the exact mark in space time’s continuum where Goku’s feelings for him had surpassed those of comradery and curiosity—but now, hearing that claim out of his mouth, Vegeta can’t stop himself from pulling him closer, one hand pressed to Goku’s back and bowing him over, the other slipping past his waistband, tracing the skin of his bare hip. “It’s real,” he promises between a smooch to Goku’s jaw, peeling his pants right down his shaky legs, kissing him all over his face while he disrobes him. “I promise it’s real, sweetheart—I’m going to let you feel everything, and then you’ll know it’s real, okay?”

“Please,” Goku moans, his cock already hard when it pops out as Vegeta throws his bottoms off of him, dripping pre and only growing wetter with every word Vegeta’s whispering to him. “Please, p-please, please, Vegeta, make me feel it—” Fucking his hips down on Vegeta’s clothed bulge, amateur grinding his ass against that pulsing girth as he shivers and shudders; “I don’t e-ever want to forget it, I need all of you—”

It’s impossible to resist him. Goku certainly couldn’t beat him in battle, but he’s made Vegeta fold his winning hand in the trade secret of sex. Vegeta tilts his head, grins up at him half-lipped. “Do you want to do something for me first, Kakarot?” he coos, sweetly, crooning, watching Goku flush all over like he’s growing addicted to hearing Vegeta speak to him this way, lips parted and panting as he keeps rocking his hips, whining all squeaky and shrill when Vegeta coasts his hands up his sides, takes the hem of his shirt with him. “Do you want to sit on my face, baby?”

“Sit on—” Goku’s already blushing, but he turns infinitely redder, that sunburn hue spreading all the way down to his pretty tits in real time as they pop out from beneath his gi top. “Sit on y-your—how do I—”

“Just like this,” Vegeta chuckles, bringing two fingers to his mouth, tapping his bottom lip exactly twice, “parked nice and easy down here, Kakarot.”

“I-I—eep—!” Goku squeals as Vegeta shucks his shirt right off so he’s left naked and preening. “Hey!”

“Any objections?” Vegeta taunts him, mouth still wound in a smirk, admiring the tremor of Goku’s abs when he traces a finger down their flex. “Should I sto—”

“N-No,” Goku warbles, managing to sound haughty all the same, dignified as a queen on her throne where he’s still on top of Vegeta with his legs wide open. Vegeta would prostrate himself before him if he really was sitting on a throne, he thinks, kneel at his feet and eat him out until Goku had sobbed himself hoarse and was ripping into his hair, begging him to stop, keep going, Vegeta, I can’t take it, don’t stop—

What do you want? Vegeta would ask him, time and time again, mouth glistening with him, eyes wild.

And time and time again: You, Goku would whimper, too fucked out to even speak properly but always coherent enough to make his choice, crushing Vegeta closer, bleeding him dry, you, you, you, always you—

The Goku before him currently is no professional, not yet versed in the art of being ruined beneath Vegeta’s ire, but Vegeta is quite sure he wouldn’t be sour on giving a lesson or two. Goku squirms. “No, I’m gonna— how d-do I, again—”

“Here,” Vegeta laughs, beckoning him closer with a hand, swiping his tongue over his teeth and watching Goku’s eyes follow the motion, lightning-quick, “you’ve got to—get closer, sweetheart—”

“Yeah,” Goku slurs, in a trance as he clambers up the range of Vegeta’s body beneath him, prowling with his hands sunken into every rib, Vegeta’s sternum, until he reaches his jugular, his jaw, hovering above him with that winking virgin pussy right in his face, shit, what a fucking natural, he’s moving like a bad habit— “are you—w-won’t I be too heavy—a-ah—!”

“No,” Vegeta’s grumbling, hysteric, bringing Goku down with an iron clad hold to his hips, “no, love, you’ll do just fine, come on—”

“V-Vegeta—!” Goku squeals, and he’s beautiful, head thrown back with his fingernails in Vegeta’s scalp, back caved out and his tits all pornstar-perky, moaning so loud it startles birds out of trees when Vegeta’s tongue makes a daunting circle around his fluttery little cunt and then slips into him, neon-electric, searing through him, and— “Oh, Goooddd—mmmnnn, o-ooohhhh—! Vegeta, Ve—getaaaa, f-feels so, it feels—”

“How does it feel?” Vegeta questions, muffled into the thick of him, pulling out to flick the pointed end of his tongue around the twitch of that tight pussy. “Tell me how it—”

“Warm,” Goku sobs, falling apart, grinding his hips in a downward spiral without an ounce of shame, “i-it feels—nnghh!—warm, and—aaahhhnnnn—!” He’s wailing as Vegeta glides back in, mercilessly, doesn’t even stop to breathe, only focused on finding his centre. Goku startles above him when he succeeds, his thighs seizing around Vegeta’s head so tight he would have crushed him to pulpy bits if it were a lesser man beneath him. “Uuunnffghhh, th-that’s—ah, a-aah, ahhhh—”

“Keep going,” Vegeta rumbles, the demand half-lost to the sanctuary between Goku’s legs, giving that plump ass a good spank as he wheels his tongue relentlessly over that swollen gland inside him, “keep going, Kakarot—”

“Caaaaaan’tttt—!” Goku sobs, bucking his hips, eyes rolling to the back of his head, tongue falling out of his mouth red-pink and drool-slobbered—riding Vegeta’s face quicker, leaned back with his hands mangling into Vegeta’s chest, tunnel vision chasing after the orgasm that’s building quicker and quicker within him with every spurt of pre that his cock splashes onto his stomach. “C-Can’t, I can’t, Vegeta, n-not when you’re—hhaaahhh, a-ah, ohhh—! It feels—good, feels s’good inside me, s’ho’goooooddddd—”

Vegeta tilts his head, tortures him further, doesn’t cut him any slack as he keeps working his prostate, prodding and massaging until Goku’s hot little cunt is so damp it leaks around Vegeta’s tongue, until Goku’s so wrung out by the pleasure he’d have flown away by now if Vegeta wasn’t pinning him down, his fingers tangled in Vegeta’s tresses, working his body as one precise satellite that’s orbiting Vegeta, only Vegeta—

“V’geta, I-I think—” Goku’s running him into the ground, snapping his hips to the slither of Vegeta’s tongue, his pussy flittering around Vegeta’s tongue as his orgasm coils into a sphere in the pits of his belly, his cock drizzling so much pre cum it’s dripping down his hips in twin rivers, “something’s—hhhnnghhh—! I’m g-gonna cum, I think I’m gonna cummmm—”

One last roll of Vegeta’s tongue inside him, against him, to the throb of his very nucleus, and that’s all it takes to reduce Goku to a slew of weeping, climaxing atoms, thrusting his hips in a frenzy as he screams at the top of his lungs: “F-Fuck, fuck, fucckkkkk—Vegeta, V-Ve—Vegetaaaaaaa, Ve—ge—ta—a-aahhnngnhhh—! Oh, sh-shit, I’m—” The peak overcoming him seems endless and the pleasure is only prolonged the longer Vegeta goes down on him through it, cum shooting out of his cock and spattering him in white, splattering creamy over his tits, his unhinged jaw; he’s a masterpiece coming together under Vegeta’s brush, “cumming, I’m cummingggg, I c-can’t h-hold it in—uwaaaaaa—!”

“That’s it,” Vegeta huffs under his breath, giving that tensing rim one final kiss as Goku thrums through his high atop of him, laughing when Goku slumps down against him with an exhausted sob, “there’s my good girl, baby—”

“Mmmnnnn, o-oh—!” Goku mewls, whimpering when Vegeta sits up and brings him back down to earth by his hips so he’s dropped into his lap once more, and he’s a vision as he cups Vegeta’s face: diamond tears slipping down his flushed cheeks, pupils blown out so wide he can’t be thinking of anything else but the cock he’s sitting on, panting through his plush pink lips with his hair stuck to his face in humid, sweaty curls—Vegeta’s created a monster. He sways his hips as he leans in, licking his lips as he preens, “Mmmm, V-Vegeta, that was—th-that was amazing—”

“Was it, now?” Vegeta’s grinning as Goku bumps their noses together, uncoordinated and sloppy with how bad he wants it. “That good, Kakarot?”

His taunt is thoroughly snuffed out when Goku hurtles forward to close the little distance fully and catches him a fierce kiss, increasingly daring now that he’s bathing in that post-orgasmic confidence, one hand tearing into Vegeta’s hair, the other fumbling to pull Vegeta’s pants down—handsy little vixen.

“C-C’mon, take it off already—” Goku’s winding and grinding his hips almost frantically as their tongues come apart in a swathe of saliva, clumsy as he tries to find where Vegeta’s top ends and his bottoms begin in his spandex, “I w-wanna feel you, ’s not fair—”

“Oh, dear, so impatient,” Vegeta lilts, clapping a hand over Goku’s, guiding him to where he wants to be, “let me give you a hand with that, sweetheart—”

“Vegeta—!” Goku sobs, throwing his hips in a circle around Vegeta’s clothed erection, biting his lip when Vegeta’s cock finally springs free beneath their joint hands—drool dripping honey-thick out of the corners of his lips as he stares at it boldly, examines the package before him. The virtue of subtlety is lost on him completely, it seems. “Oh, V-Vegeta, y-you’re…”

“I’m what?” Vegeta prompts, spitting on a palm and stroking himself to full capacity, swallowing a cackle at the way Goku’s eyes nearly bug out of his sockets as he watches Vegeta’s dick harden further, increase in size. Vegeta snickers through the mean slant of his lips, yanking Goku flush by those trembling hips. “Do elaborate, Kakarot.”

“So big,” Goku moans, and Vegeta actually has to force another laugh back at bay at how blunt he’s being—fuck, he must really think this is just some daydream fantasy, “y-you’re huge, V’geta, I-I—I need you inside me—” He tries to mount Vegeta’s lap at an angle that makes it easier to sit right on his cock, stumbling his whole way like a baby foal. “I h-have to—please—”

“Easy, easy,” Vegeta soothes him, taking him by the hips again, holding him in place. “I’ll do it for you. Take it slow.”

“V’getaaaa, I-I’ve had enough of your teasin’—!” Goku snivels, grinding his wet little pussy down on the leaking tip of Vegeta’s cock when he’s shifted into place, humping Vegeta like he’s in fucking heat—entirely ungrateful for the orgasm Vegeta’s already bestowed upon him. Brat. (He’ll get what he wants, though. He always does.) “C-Come on—” Goku’s twitchy hips are wriggling beneath Vegeta’s steady palms, and he’s damn near giving him a lap dance where he’s hovering above him; the motions of being a depraved whore are embedded in his senses and it was always his destiny to be corrupted, in any timeline, any universe, “c’mooonn, give it to me—a-ah! ’M so empty, Vegeta, I—hic!—can’t t-take it anymore—”

“Shh, shh,” Vegeta hushes him, coasting his hands up the slope of his pretty waist and then back down to the curve of his hips, bringing him down in a gradual pull, feeling the tremor of his very bones under his touch, “just sit back and let me do the work, gorgeous—”

“V-Ve—Vegeta—!” Goku wails, tossing his head back as he’s lowered on that rock-hard length, his hands cupped in a shaking lotus at the nape of Vegeta’s neck, that tight little pussy flexing around the cock spearing into him— “Oh—oh God, y-you’re—ooooohhhh—! You’re inside me, y-you’re really inside me—”

“Mm...” Vegeta manhandles him down just past the halfway point, bites back a smirk at the open-mouthed cry that leaves Goku’s lips, like he’s just been stabbed through the heart. “Is that all you can handle, princess?”

“N-No—!” Goku sobs, whipping his head back forwards to glare at Vegeta through all the tears, all that ferocity getting fucked right out of him when he goes cross-eyed and slack-jawed all over again, when Vegeta tapers him down another couple inches. “Don’want you t’stop, V’geta, b-but—mmmffghhh, nnnghhhh!—but, but you’re too big, you’re t-too damn big, ’m g-gonna—mmmnnnnhhh!—gonna breaaakkkkk—hhaaaaahnnnghhh—!”

“You won’t break,” Vegeta reassures him through another chuckle, licking a stripe up one of his salt-washed cheeks, “trust me, Kakarot—you take it like this all the time in the future, baby—”

“All the time,” Goku parrots, eyes lacquered over like he’s trying to picture it in vivid detail, every single position Vegeta’s had him in—will have him in— “R-Really, all the time? Do you—” He pauses to moan, long-winded and wheezy, just as he’s almost brought down to the base, “—d-do you fuck him—fuck me—like th-this, Vegeta? Do you call me baby and princess and sweetheart—do you really—”

“All this and more, angel,” Vegeta breathes, fondling that plush ass like it belongs to him, trailing his teeth down the side of Goku’s neck, “so much more—everyday, you’re in my arms everyday, baby—”

“A-Aaaahhhnnnnn—!” Goku squeals, arching his back, practically bawling his eyes out at this point, both the fact that Vegeta’s bottomed out so deep inside him now it’s outwardly visible in his belly and every tender admission pouring out of Vegeta’s mouth weaponizing against how long he’ll be able to hold out when it’s all only just begun. “F-Fuck, fuck, fuuuckkkk—mmmnnnnn—! Vegeta, Ve—geta, V-Vegetaaaaaa—I w-want it, want that, want you—o-ohhhhh—”

“Does that feel good?” Vegeta asks, voice dropped low and soft in his throat, lining kisses down Goku’s shoulder before he grits his teeth at the immediate, furnace-warm suction of Goku’s hungry pussy around him. “Tell me how it feels, baby, come on, use your words for me—”

“S-So—good—!” Goku chokes out, arms flung around Vegeta’s neck, a goddess seeing through the heavens when he gazes down at Vegeta through his tear-matted lashes, glowing with his every satiated desire. He’s sidled up so close his cock is being squashed between the tectonic plates of their abdomens, which is already hard again and drooling, panting with his tongue tumbled all the way out of his mouth, hiccuping through the little whimpers leaving him between sniffles—Vegeta had forgotten how good he’d looked that first time around, virgin bride ready to be defiled on her honeymoon. “I-It’s—s’good, V’geta, y-you’re a-all the way inside meeee—h-hic! ’M s-so—so jealous, I wish you could fuck me like this everyday, too—”

Vegeta stills, sitting there with the universe in his lap. Had Goku been wanting it, all that time in these earlier days? Had he been pining after Vegeta’s heels like this, waiting to be torn apart, waiting to be spread open? How much time had Vegeta wasted back then, making Goku his battlegod and not his muse? He’d been a fool in his youth, only focused on seeking out power, not even considering the jackpot right next to him. He ought to rectify the error now, he thinks, which is to say he’s not thinking at all, because his mind is clouded over with the feeling of Goku’s sugarpop pussy wrapped around his dick, Goku’s bitten red lips spelling his name on repeat, Goku’s hands roaming the range of his back, driving him utterly mad—

“I know, puppy,” Vegeta’s cooing, groping Goku all over his hips and his ass, getting on his knees between the altar of those pale long legs, “I know, I know—I’m sorry, love, you deserve it, you deserve all of it—”

“I wan’it,” Goku slurs, nuzzling his weepy little face into the bed of Vegeta’s cheek, first love kind of clingy, “I need it, need all o-of it, I’ve b-been dreaming about this, Vegeta, you don’t understand—”

“I do understand,” Vegeta mutters to him, kissing him on the jaw, pulling back to find his lips, chasing the vibration of Goku’s whimper into his mouth, against his teeth, “I’ll give it to you now, baby, if you want me to—”

“I do—!” Goku wails, lifting his hips an inch, getting ready to ride, “I need you to give it to me, V’geta—n-need you t’fuck me so hard I’ll feel it forever, always—” He’s rolling his eyes to the back of his head, revelling in how they’ve come together; “A-Aahhh, fuck me, fuck me, f-fuck meeeee—!”

It’s all the permission Vegeta needs. He starts bouncing Goku on his cock without sparing him a drop of restraint, maneuvering him up and then down with the constant of the tide, throwing his hips up to meet him every time he sinks down to the hilt—stringing Goku along completely, not giving him any say in how he’s about to be destroyed.

“V-Vegetaaaaaa—!” Goku weeps, and it’s bewitching to watch him in action: the way his cum-covered tits bounce every time he’s filled, seraphic with the sheen of sweat that’s glimmering across his body, trembling like a wounded bird in the cage of Vegeta’s palms as he tries to clumsily match Vegeta’s rhythm, ride him to the pace Vegeta’s set. “Oh God—oh God, yes, y-yes, yesyesyessssss—nnnghhnghhaaaahhnnn—! Y-You’re so d-deeeepppp—mmmfffgghhnnnn!—’m s-so full, I-I feel so fullllll—”

“That’s it, taking me so well, love,” Vegeta soothes him, moving him manually, filling in the gaps where Goku’s still inexperienced, doing most of the labour in their lovemaking for both of them. “Just relax, baby, there you go—”

“N-Need you harder—a-aaahhmmnnghh—!” Goku squeals, eyes bowled back until they emerge white, his cunt spasming around all the cock he’s impaled on when Vegeta obeys him, plows through his guts so hard he lurches, until he’s hiccuping through every word; “Ve—ge—taaaaa—! Faster, f-fasterrrr, gods, I want you t’make me hurt all over—”

“How long have you been wanting it?” Vegeta asks, because he just can’t fucking help himself—not when Goku’s in his arms like this, getting railed like a bitch when he’d just been the first of their kind to become a legend, an idol of sorts in Vegeta’s eyes back then even if he’d sooner light himself on fire than admit it. Goku had haunted him in his very dreams, in those years Vegeta spent toiling to become a Super Saiyan. Had followed him to his nightmares golden and gorgeous, smiling like a cherub come down to execute his judgement day. And now, hearing Goku say he’d been just as obsessed—just as maddened—Vegeta needs to dig deeper, rub more salt on the wound. “How long—wanting this, wanting me—”

“I-I don’t—” Goku hiccups, sniffling through another sob as his cock spits and slaps against his stomach, moaning until his voice cracks with its pitch when Vegeta hammers through the squirm of his insides over and over, his cunt wrapped around his cock like it’s a goddamn old friend, “doesn’t matter, it doesn’t m-matter, Vegeta—”

“It matters,” Vegeta argues, looking him right in the eye, watching more tears well up on the crybaby red rims of his waterlines as he hangs onto every word Vegeta’s saying to him, “it matters, Kakarot, because I want to give you everything, let me give you everything—”

“No, no, n-nonono,” Goku sobs, shaking his head through the endless stream of tears, his grip growing taut where he’s raking into Vegeta’s back as though he’s scared he’ll disappear into thin air, rising and falling on that cock like he’s following a new religion, feverish with his cult belief; “he’ll never—he’ll never w-want me, Vegeta, he’ll—a-aaahhh!—never want me the way I want him, he despises me—” He’s beautiful when he cries, and it makes Vegeta ravenous as Goku’s tears paint him incandescent; “You won’t even want me, in the end—”

You won’t even want me, in the end. Vegeta briefly considers hunting down his past self and giving him a good wallop for how pompous he’d been, all while he could have had everything and more right from the start. “I do want you,” he murmurs, kissing Goku all over his damp cheeks, feeling that cute little pussy clamp down around him tighter, hotter, wetter, there it is, there you are, Kakarot— “I want you, angel, so I have to know you want it too—”

“Since the beginning,” Goku confesses in a warble, his defenses turned to glass beneath Vegeta’s prodding, shattering between them in sparks of electricity, flammable and potent to rain ruin down on them as one, “s-since that first time, since you—mmnnnhhhh!—since y-you came down to us in that goddamn spaceship and nearly killed us all, since y-you—a-ah, o-ohhhh!—since you made me realize who I was on Namek, made me realize I was a Saiyan through and through—”

Years. Decades. So much wasted time, ticking by in shared blood. “That long?” Vegeta asks, smirking when he watches Goku flush even further, yanking him down on his cock so quickly he’s throwing his head back with a scream as his guts are no doubt irreparably carved out into the shape of Vegeta’s cock, slipping a hand ruthlessly right over Goku’s own leaking dick and laying it flat on the slope of his belly, where it’s bulging with Vegeta inside him. “You’ve been wanting me for that long, have you? Been needing me right here, honey? Inside you, breeding your tight little pussy?”

“Vegeta—!” Goku mewls, looking as though he wants to be furious but he’s already too delirious with the pleasure to muster it up, going even redder when Vegeta’s balls slap raunchily loud up against his ass, panting with his tongue out like he’s having a heat stroke. “I—I j-just told you I-I—nnghhhoooohhhh—!”

“Naughty, naughty boy,” Vegeta tuts, clutching him by those shaky hips once more, sinking his teeth into the side of his neck and sucking until the skin purples, shivering at the sensation of those insides seizing tenfold around his cock when he plunges into their wreckage, “fucked you over so bad, baby, and you still fell in love with me—still wanted me, didn’t you, couldn’t help it—”

“Yeah,” Goku sobs, spading his nails into Vegeta’s neck until he draws blood, fallen angel resentful through all the fucking waterworks, bouncing on his dick like this is a death match and he’s in it to win, “st-still want you s-so bad, even though you just wanna use me—know you jus’think me of me like a toy, but I want you anyway—”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Vegeta drawls, kindly, mercifully, God, Goku’s looking at him like he’s a fucking saint, a bastard like him doesn’t deserve it in the slightest, “no, no, I love you, Kakarot, I love you so much—”

Goku kisses him then, slobbery and melting in saliva like quicksand, pouring his moans and whimpers and cries into the hollow of Vegeta’s mouth, squeezing his legs around Vegeta’s hips until it hurts, mashing their tongues together into some hybrid beast; “Vegeta, V-Vegeta, Vegetaaaahhnnnn—mmmpphhh—!” Swinging his hips as he sinks down, his cock drizzling onto his tummy like he’s close again, still cradling Vegeta’s face as he tries to commit the taste of him to memory, “Has t’be a dream—this has t’be a—a d-dream—” Swiping his tongue over the roof of Vegeta’s mouth, “Tell me you mean it—tell me you mean it, Vegeta—”

“I do,” Vegeta rumbles, tipping his head to the side, letting Goku take and take, eat and eat until he’s had his fill, “I mean it, baby, I’ll love you until the end of the world and then beyond it—more than anything in this universe, every universe there is—”

It’s the finishing blow. Goku is a weak man when it comes to sentimentality, and Vegeta had long learned how to equip it in the throes of their romps. “O-Oh—Goooooddddd—Vegetaaaaaa—aaaaahhhhnnngghhh—!” Goku wails, helpless as he rises to his climax, his twitchy cunt contracting around Vegeta’s cock in sync with all the pre cum pitter-pattering onto the stretch of his abs, and he’s blubbering, nearly incoherent, syllables blurring together; “Love you, I love you, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou—”

“I know,” Vegeta chuckles, smooching Goku on his bottom lip, bringing him down a final time, cupping handfuls of his ass as he takes him right to the top once more, buried inside him to the haft, dangling off the edge of the cliff, “I know, baby, so just show me how well you can cum around my cock—”

Goku never stood a chance. It’s his loss, but Vegeta knows he’s never been a sore loser. “I’m gonna cum, g-gonna cummmm, V’geta, ’m gonna c-cum on your cock—nnnghhhhhaaaaahhnnn—!” he babbles, just before his cock detonates right on command, dousing himself in his own seed until he’s coated in his filth up to the point of his nose, the wisp of his lashes, it’s the apex of the film: “Mmmmnnnn, o-oooooohhhh—! ’M cumming, cumming, cumminggggg, oh gods oh gods oh gooooodsssss—Vegeta, V-Vegeta, I-I’m—I—hhaaaaahhh—!”

And Vegeta feels it, then: Goku’s ki reaching its absolute peak at his core, his hair bursting golden for a split second as he orgasms, his release igniting in a supernova in the galaxy of his body—covered in cum, staining his cupid mouth, dripping milky down his fat tits, his tulip nipples, sobbing all shuddery as he comes down for the second time now, fully spent as he goes slack against Vegeta once more, still moving his hips. He doesn’t have the endurance Vegeta’s trained his Goku to have just yet, but he certainly does have the ambition.

“Vegeta,” Goku moans, kissing Vegeta all over his cheek, attached to him like a second skin, “I-I’ve never felt anything so—” He’s crying a slew of fresh tears at the feeling of Vegeta’s cock rigid for explosion inside him, throbbing like a threat and a promise at the same time deep in his guts, “S-So strong, you’re so strong, Vegeta, I could—” His hands are feeling up the flexing muscles of Vegeta’s shoulders and biceps brazenly, licking his lips as he grinds his hips, “I could feel it wh-when y’fucked me, I can feel it now—all your p-power, inside me, flowing through my veins—”

“And you did so good with it,” Vegeta says amorously, his voice is dripping corn syrup, “so good, so good for me, sweetheart—”

“Want you inside,” Goku whines, still rocking back and forth, up and down, counting the pulses of Vegeta’s cock inside him to fruition, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna f-feel you breed my pussy, p-please, please—h-hic!—pleasepleasepleaseeeeee—” He’s batting his lashes down at him, simpering under the spotlight of Vegeta’s unwavering attention, knowing he’ll get anything he asks for; “You love me—y-you love me, don’t you, Vegeta?”

“Of course,” Vegeta utters, peeling one of Goku’s quivering hands off his shoulder, bringing it to his mouth and kissing his palm, “always, always, my beloved—”

“Then fuck me full,” Goku moans, “c’mon, c’mon—prove t’me that this’s real, stuff me full of your cum ’til I can’t take it—’til it kills me—’til I’m yours—”

Vegeta almost breaks. Almost. And the only reason he doesn’t is because—

“Kakarot…?”

Oh, coincidences, coincidences. It’s all just so funny.

Because standing there, roughly three paces before them, is the present’s version of Vegeta, their crime scene eyewitness.

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Vegeta’s face is splitting in two with his sardonic grin as he promptly lifts Goku up and off his cock, flipping him around so he’s sitting on it in reverse and lowering him back down before he even has the chance to complain. “Well, Kakarot, it looks like someone’s decided to join us in our fun.”

Goku whimpers and blinks as his vision clears, still full of Vegeta’s cock and trying to think about anything but that factor as he attempts to make out who’s caught the two of them—and then his eyes go saucer wide when the recognition hits him, when he realizes who’s looking at them with an equally shocked expression—

“Vegeta,” Goku breathes, staring up at said man through his tear-hazey gaze, sitting stuffed to the brim with cock and still whimpering all slutty, besotted, ruined, “V-Vegeta, V’geta, ’s not what it looks like—”

Except it is, actually, totally, in fact, exactly what it looks like. This timeline’s version of Vegeta’s jaw has dropped so far down it might hit the ground, his fingers twitching at his sides, his cheeks tinting red behind the frozen state of revelation he’s in as he takes in just what the hell he’s walked in on: Goku in the middle of the fucking forest riding some schmuck’s cock like intro to some horrible porno, and that schmuck also happens to be—

“You!” Present Vegeta bellows once he gets a glimpse of Vegeta’s face behind Goku’s shoulder, stomping forwards until he arrives right in front of them, up close and personal. “You goddamn— how dare you impersonate me, the Prince of All Saiyans?! The absolute gall of you—”

“V-Vegeta, c-calm down—nnghhh—!” Goku tries to reason, which is hilarious, the fact that he’s the one trying to diffuse the situation when he’s in the middle of doing the rodeo on Vegeta’s cock right now. The hero’s journey is a fucking parallel line, neverending, always on duty. “H-He’s not a—that’s what I thought, too, but he’s—”

“Oh, you shut your damned mouth, Kakarot,” Present Vegeta seethes, glowering down at him like he’s considering killing him, “I don’t think I can take anything you say past face value when this thing has clearly seduced you, and easily at that—”

“Okay, okay, hold on,” Vegeta cuts in, trying his darndest not to start laughing like a maniac, still holding Goku steady by those rocking hips, “do not call me a ‘thing.’ Do you even know how rude that is?”

“Forgive me if I don’t care for any pleasantries,” Present Vegeta scoffs. His eyes are trained on where Vegeta’s hands are on Goku’s skin, where Vegeta’s cock is sheathed inside Goku’s heat, where Goku’s ivory thighs are trembling and spread open across Vegeta’s lap—

Present Vegeta shakes his head, as if to rid himself of the impure thoughts Vegeta knows are plaguing him. “What the hell have you done to him?! I felt his ki spike earlier, thought he was fighting a life or death battle, and I come here and find him like this—” He gestures preposterously to where Goku is still bunny hopping up and down on Vegeta’s cock, trying to be subtle about it and failing completely, moaning under his breath and tossing his head back just as Present Vegeta swallows thickly, transfixed as he watches him in his element. “Why is he... Let him go at once—”

“And what is it to you, kid?” Vegeta taunts him, easing Goku down on his cock and practically seeing Present Vegeta’s brain short circuit at the lewd whine that spills out of Goku’s mouth. Sucker. “Thought you didn’t give a damn about him anyway. Run along, then.” Vegeta rests his chin on Goku’s shoulder, wrapping his arms fully around his waist, hugging him close as teeth gleam canine behind the furl of his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him.”

“That’s— I—” Present Vegeta stammers, trembling from head to toe, and Vegeta smirks when he catches sight of the hard on throbbing to life in his pants. Well, he’s him, after all—and Vegeta knows as well as anything that he’d wanted Goku, too, behind every screen of single-minded hatred he’d hidden his desire behind all those years ago. “D-Damn it, like I’d trust you—”

“V-Vegetaaaa—!” Goku sobs, clearly at the end of his patience with their little catfight, entirely unbothered by the fact that he’s being witnessed in his debauchery, unable to give a single damn about the surreality of there being two versions of the same man surrounding him because he just needs, God damn it, he needs— “C-Cum inside me already, I just wanna feel you pump me full—d-don’t care about anything else, jus’want youuuuuu—a-aah, ah, ahhhhh—!”

“Look at you,” Vegeta drawls, thrusting his hips and ramming through Goku’s damp little cunt, right through those pliant insides, “making such a fuss, aren’t you, little one?”

“Mmmmhhmmm, I w-want it—Veg—etaaaaaa, come o-oonnnnnn—!” Goku wails, sobbing as his eyes waver wide open, flushing infinitely further when he accidentally catches Present Vegeta’s gaze, dropping his tongue out of his mouth and putting on his show, working Vegeta’s cock like it’s his fucking stripper pole, his circus, and he’s the ringleader. Present Vegeta looks appropriately scandalized; he hasn’t blinked once in at least two minutes, and he’s turning redder by the second, hypnotized as he listens to Goku moan his name endlessly, over and over again, on a loop like a broken fucking record.

Vegeta grins crookedly at Present Vegeta, skating his hands over Goku’s thighs possessively as he makes direct eye contact with his other self. “Do you want to see it?” he asks, throwing his hips upwards, his cock on the cusp of combustion as it stabs through that soft cunt. “You wanna see me fill him up, make him mine?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Present Vegeta raves, although he’s not tearing his eyes away from the cute little twitch of Goku’s pussy around Vegeta’s cock, “get away from him—”

It’s a pity the public doesn’t quite agree with him.

“M-Make me y-yours—!” Goku wails, in his own world as he arches his back, one hand reaching backwards to cup Vegeta’s face, his eyes fluttering closed as he lifts and drops his hips on that thrumming shaft to his floundering tempo. “Mmmmnnnnhhhh, inside me, cum i-inside me, want you t’breed me all full of y-your seed, Vegeta—”

“You’ve worked hard, haven’t you, baby?” Vegeta croons, kissing Goku’s neck, biting a necklace of new hickies in a smear above his collarbones, his eyes never leaving his past self’s the whole time, shoving their union right in his face. “I suppose you do deserve a reward for your… efforts.”

Present Vegeta jolts. “No,” he chokes out hoarsely, blushing like an idiot, his pupils dilated, so obviously stewing in putrid jealousy that Vegeta honestly feels a little bad, “no, don’t—”

Why is he objecting, Vegeta wonders? Does it frighten him to see the consummation of his craving in the flesh, with his own eyes, his own self in another body enacting what he’s been repressing all this time? Vegeta squeezes Goku by his hips tighter, hears him gasp all feathery and dreamy, watches Present Vegeta’s hands tremble in their fists at his sides. It’s a stalemate, but Vegeta is going to come out the victor.

“Come on, Kakarot,” Vegeta coos into the shell of Goku’s ear, holding his past self’s gaze like a challenge, practically daring him to look away—wrenching Goku crashing down a last time, “let me feel you squeeze me tight while I breed your pretty little womb full—”

“Yeah, y-yeahhhh—h-hic!—breed me, breed meeee, V’geta, Vege—nnnghhoooohhhhh—!” Goku’s sobbing all over again, jaw dropping in a scream when Vegeta bucks his hips and pounds into his spasming pussy before he’s fucking him full of his spend, cramming his cum deeper and deeper into his insides with every surge, all that scorching, viscous, liquid heat pooling in the depths of Goku’s guts, frying his brain beyond repair as he’s filled and filled to an such an extent that his belly distends with it, everything Vegeta’s given him. “Mmmmmnnn, o-ohhhh—! Vegeta, V’getaaaaa, y-you’re—f-filling me up s’ho’muchhhh—a-aaahhh—! S-So full, ’m so full of your—hic!—so full of your cummmmm—”

He’s still mindlessly fucking himself up and down Vegeta’s still-hard shaft when he’s abruptly grabbed by the wrist and jerked forwards, snatched right off of his rather amicable seat.

“That’s enough, Kakarot,” Present Vegeta is hissing, attempting to drag Goku back to his feet and not proving very successful, based on the way Goku’s still trembling on the ground, fucking leaking dribbles of cum from his stretched cunt like some primadonna prostitute. “Get a fucking grip, come on, on your feet— We should be fighting this damn imposter, you lousy—”

“Vege—h-hic!—Vegetaaa—” Goku’s sobbing, hardly lucid, nuzzling his face into Present Vegeta’s crotch, pawing at his hips like he’s puzzled as to why there isn’t a dick in his line of sight anymore, shoved in his ass anymore, “keep tellin’ you, he’s not an imposter—V’geta, please—”

“What ideas has he put in your head?” Present Vegeta barks, framing Goku’s face in his hands, trying to see through the euphoria-film settling cloudy over Goku’s eyes, bring him back to his side. “Huh? What has he done—what has he told you—”

“Oh, my,” Vegeta tsks, standing up behind them, putting a lax hand on Goku’s shoulder and tugging him back to himself, “leaving so soon, Kakarot?”

“A-Ah, ahhh—” It’s so worth it to see the way Goku’s teary little mug twists with fucked out confusion, glancing between Vegeta and Present Vegeta like he’s not sure who he should cling to, not sure if he even wants to pick one—although his time to scope out his options is thoroughly cut short when Present Vegeta fists a hand in his hair and tussles him resolutely out of Vegeta’s clutches, gets even more pissed off when Vegeta lets him have him, as though he knows the only reason Goku’s gathered to his chest is because Vegeta has allowed it. Goku wails when Present Vegeta catches him with an arm around his waist, stumbling down with him. “Mmmm, o-oh—! K-Keep going, Vegetaaa, why’d you stoppp—”

“Kakarot,” Present Vegeta grits out, slapping Goku across the face once, twice, forehand, back hand, “snap out of it, you imbecile—”

It’s no use. Goku’s already been fucked too stupid, and now there’s only one thing on his mind. “Vegeta,” Goku mewls, climbing into Present Vegeta’s lap, nosing into the crook of his neck and cuddling up against him as he ruts his hips with an urgency that’s nowhere near running its course, sobbing as he demands again, all bratty and whimpery, “Vegetaaaaa, why a-aren’t you fucking m-me anymore?”

“You—” Present Vegeta splutters, still holding Goku close even as he glares at Vegeta over the quivering border of Goku’s shoulder. “What did you do to him?! Have you drugged him, or something?”

“Me?” Vegeta’s face is beginning to hurt from how long he’s been grinning, tilting his head with a mocking inquisitive, throwing in an exaggerated shrug for good measure. “I didn’t do anything. He came running to me, kid.”

“Don’t call me a—” Present Vegeta goes silent with a stunned flinch when he feels Goku tug his cock free from the confines of his workout shorts, has to actually shove Goku away when he starts to grind his soaking pussy down against its throb. “Kakarot—”

“Y-You’re already hard,” Goku moans, his coral pink mouth widening into a dick-drunk smile, still rolling his sinful hips, giggling as he asks, “you’re hard, Vegeta—is it ’cuz of me?”

(Nothing left to teach him. Goku’s got a talent for it, and now it’s his killing floor.)

Goku takes Present Vegeta’s thrumming length in his shaking hand, clambering down so he’s on his knees before him when he leans forward to kiss the underside of Present Vegeta’s cock, licking it as he arches his back so his ass in the air, shaking it this way and that, mewling with the taste of pre cum in his mouth, what a star fucking pupil, a real number one sellout, “W-Would you—mmmnnn, f-fuck—would you want me l-like this, Vegeta?” Against the backdrop of Present Vegeta’s cock drizzling all over his outstretched tongue, Goku keens, “I can be anything you want me to be—”

Present Vegeta’s shoulders hike all the way up to his reddening ears, but he’s hardly resisting. “Kakarot, you—lewd, idiotic—”

“What a marvelous plan, Kakarot,” Vegeta interrupts him, creeping up behind them and grabbing Goku by those wiggly hips, “me at your back door, him at the front; me and him and you and you and him and me—” But never ‘him and you’, not yet, not yet, “—is that how you’d like to play your next move, sweetheart?”

Goku’s nodding restlessly, his dripping pussy clenching around nothing as he listens to the methodology in how he’ll be whored out like a piece of fucking meat, sobbing as he looks back at Vegeta up over his shoulder, all while moaning around the tip of Present Vegeta’s cock. “Yeah, y-yeah, yes—please, please, pleaseeeeeee—!” Goku sinks his nails in crescents into Present Vegeta’s knees, pushes his ass back in salacious invitation. “Want you both, don’t wanna ch-choose—”

Vegeta snorts with his laughter. “Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? That’s my boy.” He cocks a brow in goading when he sees Present Vegeta still stalling, still gaping on his knees. “Although, I can handle you just fine myself, if this”—he lifts Goku up until his feet dangle off the ground and his ass is pressed right to the curve of Vegeta’s cock, until he’s whimpering with his face in the goddamn dirt like a mutt—“kid over here doesn’t want to play his part.”

That’s all it takes to fire up Present Vegeta’s engine. He whirls to his feet in a tsunami of emotion; he’s a fledgling, after all, still wearing his rage on his sleeve. “You abomination,” he spits, picking Goku’s ragdoll head up out of the mud with one hand and stroking himself to full hardness in the other, “disgraceful creature wearing my face, infringing on my property—”

“Your property,” Vegeta booms in a diabolical cackle, already beginning to sink into Goku’s drenched cunt, feeling it fucking squelch around him, the noise of his slick drowning out Goku’s muddled cries of ecstasy, “is that what he is to you, something you own? And why is that?”

“He is mine and mine alone,” Present Vegeta swears, not noticing the way Goku’s staring up at him with what can only be described as heart eyes as those words leave him, in love with being objectified, claimed, in love with throwing away his personhood if it means Vegeta—past, present, future—will spider the tips of his fingers across the sculpt of Goku’s jaw, bring Goku’s mouth to the head of his cock and bless him with the sacrament of himself, “mine to defeat, mine to conquer, my final goal and destination—”

“Vegeta—!” Goku weeps, utterly brought to heel, scratching desperately at his hips, his eyes swelling with more tears when Present Vegeta’s gaze flicks down to meet his. He whines when Present Vegeta’s thumb drags his bottom lip down, forces his mouth open. “Hnnmmfffhhh—i-is that really how you—say it again, Vegeta, tell me, tell me I-I’m yours—nmmmffgghhhh—!”

“You shut the fuck up,” Present Vegeta snarls, holding Goku’s fleshlight face steady with both hands now, wasting no time in snapping his hips and shoving his cock past those glossy lips, that debased mouth, “shut the fuck up and just take this dick like the pathetic bitch you are, Kakarot—”

“That’s right, puppy,” Vegeta says, sickly sweet in whiplash juxtaposition to his younger self, leaning over the tremoring plane of Goku’s pale back as he bottoms out inside him once more, thoroughly submerged in those cum-plastered guts, “you’ll hurt yourself thinking too hard. Just let us make you feel good, let the pleasure rule you sovereign—”

“Nnnnhhhmmmffgnnnghhhh—!” Goku wails, his mouth and ass both stuffed full of cock, propped up and suspended mid-air as he’s fucking spitroasted, jammed so full he’s no longer even capable of thinking straight. “Hhhaaahhnnghhh, mmmmpphhhh—”

“Fuck,” Present Vegeta swears, his thumbs denting into the pop of Goku’s dimples as he pumps his hips and uses his mouth to get off without a shred of remorse, watching those apple-red cheeks bulge and then hollow out, rinse and repeat, “your mouth is so tight, Kakarot, it’s like you were made for this shit—”

“Mmmmnnn—gghhhhkkhhhh—!” Goku whines in incoherent response, his eyes alternating between rolling back and fluttering shut, his face tacky with boundless tears, pre cum splashing clear on the corners of his plush lips with every thrust into his mouth. “Aaahhhnnn—V-Ve—Vege—hhhnnmmmphhh—!” His legs are kicking aimlessly where they’re dangling off the ground, those pale calves wound taut with how curled his toes are with the bliss, his nails mangling into Present Vegeta’s hips for dear life as Vegeta pounds into him relentlessly from the back, his abused cunt creaming around that unsparing cock, his gooey insides being lanced open, skewered, and it’s just too much; “Aaaahhhhnnnnmmppphhh—!”

“Such an eager little puppy,” Vegeta rags, massaging Goku’s hips as if to give him some comfort, as if he’s not in the midst of reaming him to death. “Does it feel good, Kakarot? Having both your holes filled at once like this?” He leans down, ghosts his breath over Goku’s ear, takes the lobe into his mouth. “Is it everything you dreamed of and more, angel?”

“Mmmmmhhhhmmmm—!” Goku cries, attempting to nod around the cock he’s currently deepthroating with a low success rate, turning his head just slightly so he can look back at Vegeta—wailing through a wanton moan when Present Vegeta grabs him by the sides of his face, whips him right back to staring straight ahead, right at him instead. “V’ge—hic!—nnnmmffghhh—”

“Eyes on me, Kakarot,” Present Vegeta rasps, a military order, actually looking peeved that Goku had dared to turn his attention elsewhere for even a single second, thrusting his hips and fucking Goku’s throat, wholly inconsiderate of his esophagus. “You want to be my slut, then you’d better do it right, whore.”

Goku’s sobbing all snotty at the sheer implication that he’s done something wrong, that he’s somehow displeased him, moaning and squealing around Present Vegeta’s cock as he shakes his head, looks up at him like he’s praying to him, worshipping him. “Mmmnnnn, s’horry, ’m s-sorryyyyy—” His speech clears when Present Vegeta starts to hunker his cock out of his mouth in punishment, which only makes his tears fall exponentially faster, makes him grasp for Present Vegeta all frantic, the head of that dribbling dick still balanced on the tip of his tongue; “Vegetaaaaa, ’m sorry, please, p-put it back i-innnn—! I’ll b-be good, I’ll be good, I-I promise—”

A lethally steep plunge into his glazed insides makes him scream, and then he’s reeling as Vegeta kisses his neck from behind, squeezing his hips, fucking into him slow and long, quick and deep, making his brain turn into mush— “Don’t worry about him, Kakarot,” Vegeta laughs, pitching his canines down into that soft flesh, “he’s just being an immature lout. Pay him no mind.”

Present Vegeta bares his teeth in a snarl. “What did you—”

He isn’t granted the chance to finish his counterattack.

“Hhhhnghhhooooohhhhh—!” Goku moans, obscenely loud, losing his sanity between their tug of war, seeing double in multiple senses of the expression. He’s hardly conscious and barely holding on between them, his pussy slobbering around the cock pounding balls deep inside him, his tongue lapping desperately at the cock still shoved in his face. “I-I—I j-just want—please, wanna be full, I need—nnnmmpphhhh—!”

“Gluttonous, avaricious, rapacious,” Present Vegeta growls, barging right back into the cavern of Goku’s mouth until he’s been taken in unforgiving totality, “one of me isn’t enough for a filthy hooker like you, is it, Kakarot, need us both working you or you’ll fucking die from the starvation—”

“So mean,” Vegeta remarks, driving down into Goku’s cum-caked insides in unison with his other self until Goku’s razed, gushing cunt goes schlick! around him, making a harmony out of desecrating their bottom tier boy as Goku cries and cries, flails like a fucking sex toy in their clutches. Vegeta grins threateningly at his past self, a male lion staking his claim over his pride, as he whispers right into Goku’s ear: “You know, Kakarot, that isn’t really what he’s thinking. Do you want to know what he’s thinking? I can tell you, I can tell you all about it—”

“You don’t fucking know me,” Present Vegeta snarls, focusing all his anger towards his own future self as he roughens his thrusts past Goku’s lips, uses the warm walls of Goku’s throat as a selfish outlet for his frustration—and judging from the way Goku’s moaning and bobbing his head, gagging and slurping with his plump lips wrapped snug around him, it seems he’d have it no other way. “You don’t know me, and I’ll kill you where you stand if you imply you do one more time—”

“You must know you don’t stand a chance, by now.” The tilt to Vegeta’s lips turns sleazy as he keeps his gaze on his younger self, Goku’s pleasure-wracked writhing body their setting stage between them. “Although your bluff is commendable,” he muses, impelling his hips and drilling into that fluttering cunt so brutally Goku’s round ass is fucking jiggling with every thrust, so deep in his guts his cock emerges coated in a shimmery sheen of his own cum every time he pulls out, that rose-coloured pussy oozing seed down the backs of Goku’s quivering when he glides right back in—

“A-Aaah, haaaahhh, aaahhhnnnnmmffghhh—!” Goku keens, his spine dipping concave, his legs floundering backwards to somewhat wrap around Vegeta’s waist in search of stability. He’s no doubt already nearing another apex if the way his dick is dripping like a broken faucet onto the grass is any indicator, the way his cunt is practically frothing around Vegeta’s cock, the way he’s getting sloppy with sucking Present Vegeta off—he’s taking it all like a champ, but Vegeta figures it’s just about time to finish him off. “Mmmmpphhhhnnghhh—”

Present Vegeta’s fingers are slipping where they’re spread over Goku’s tear-flooded cheekbones. “You—”

“He’s in love with you,” Vegeta says to Goku airily, loud enough to cut clean through to Goku’s head over all of his brainless wallowing and sobbing, loud enough to make Present Vegeta’s eyes splinter wide, “he doesn’t know it yet, but he’s—”

“I loathe him,” Present Vegeta denies, but his hands are trembling where they’re cupping Goku’s face as he snaps his spiteful glare down to meet Goku’s tear-wobbly eyes, jerking him forwards so he’s swallowing his cock down to the base all spitty and squeaky, “I loathe you, I can’t fucking stand you, Kakarot, you hear me—”

“I wonder,” Vegeta sighs, wrestling Goku by his wriggling hips as he sinks into that creamy-pink pussy, “is that really the truth?”

Present Vegeta’s eyes narrow viciously. “Shut up,” he croaks, bottom lip quivering when he makes the mistake of meeting Goku’s fucking puppy dog eyes, watching Goku sob around his cock, “shut the hell up—”

“I love you,” Vegeta vows, leaned over so his lips are pressed to Goku’s cheek in what might as well be a valentine letter, complete with the heart shaped seal on the envelope and all, running his hands all over Goku’s hips, his ass, his thighs, his tummy, “I love you, you are loved, Kakarot, I send all of my love to you and you alone are its keeper—”

And Vegeta wouldn’t be surprised if Goku’s brain started melting out of his ears, but the noises that are leaving his mouth at every one of those lovesick acclamations are just as rewarding: “A-Aaaahnnnn, hhaaahhnnmpphhh—Vege—V’getaaaaahhammfffghhh—!” Goku’s eyes are crossing over, rolling back, his body going tense as a bow as the build up to his orgasm pools hot in the pits of his belly, both Vegetas thrusting in tandem so his openings are filled to the max; “I—I-I—nnnnmmffghhhh—”

“D-Don’t you fucking listen to him,” Present Vegeta spits venomously, forcing Goku to stare right up at him through the flood of his tears when he fixes his head in place, fucking his face with a swiftness that can only mean he’s just about to run out of steam, “look at me, Kakarot, just focus on me—”

“I love you,” Vegeta repeats, continuous, right in Goku’s ear, the two of them on either sides of him, angel and devil on his shoulders, making his head spin, “I love you, and so that means he will, too, Kakarot, inevitably, uncontrollably, with every fibre of his being—don’t you understand? We love you, we love you, we love you—”

It happens like a switch has been flipped. Goku’s sopping wet pussy is contracting around Vegeta’s cock as he reaches high heaven, hyperventilating as his heels dig into Vegeta’s hips, screaming and screaming, not at any point comprehensible, warbled around the cock still in his mouth, his own dick erupting thick strings of cum that land messily over his already-soused front, whining with the high overtaking him. “Hhhhaaaahhnnnnnn—! Mmmmmnnn, a-aaahhhnnghhh—o-oooohhhhhh—!”

“F-Fuck,” Present Vegeta curses, grinding his hips lazily, his eyes falling half-lidded, biting his lip until it bleeds, “fuck, I’m gonna—” He’s following Goku to utopia at his heels, propelling his hips a final time before he’s catching fire right in Goku’s mouth, using his throat like a cum dumpster, wheezing when Goku fucking swallows right back around him, the shutter of his esophagus matching the stutter of Present Vegeta’s pelvis as they ride out their peaks together, excellent, excellent, “Yeah, yeah, take it, Kakarot, shit—”

“A-Aaaahhhnnn, ohhhhh, f-fuuuckkkkk—!” Goku moans, his voice all sore and achy when Present Vegeta slides out of his mouth, stains his lips and nose and cheeks with his cum in splashes, drawing his visage portrait, panting as he keeps holding Goku up by his head. Goku’s gasping through the tears as Vegeta screws into him tirelessly from behind, fucking the little consciousness he’s got left to pieces. “Vege—hic!—Vegetaaaaaaa, nnnghhohhhhhh—!”

“Can you handle it, honey?” Vegeta coos, his balls smacking up against Goku’s ass he bottoms out in those cum-sticky guts, slipping one hand right over his hip and to the swell of his already full belly, rubbing it in sweet circles that make Goku sob beneath him. “Yeah? If I breed you again, put a baby right in your tummy, Kakarot? Hm?”

“Pleaseeee—!” Goku mewls, swaying his hips this way and that, using the little strength he’s got left to press his ass back as close to Vegeta as mortally possible. “P-Please, please, pleaseeeee—need it, I n-need it, need you t’cum in m-meeee, use me, breed my womb until I-I’m pregnant, Vegeta—”

“Good boy,” Vegeta praises him, canting his hips, “good, good, good—”

“Vegetaaaaaaaa—!” Goku’s screaming himself raw as Vegeta follows his orders and detonates right inside him, never stilling the movement of his hips, stuffing Goku full of his sweltering spend for the second time, making sure that addictive warmth settles deep inside him, crammed so full his belly swells even further as trickles of cum spurt out of his violated cunt. Goku’s trembling as he buries his face into Present Vegeta’s stomach, sobbing even more incessantly when Present Vegeta’s hands come up around him to rub his shoulders almost soothingly, when Vegeta strokes his rounded stomach with so much care it makes him feel faint; “Oh God—oh, God, V’getaaaaaaa—hhhaaaahhhnnn—! S-So much, there’s so muchhhh—”

He only has about a second to bask in the glory of being pampered before Present Vegeta’s grappling him forwards where he’s got him at the shoulders, yanking him right off of Vegeta’s cock, crimping a hand around his tear-stained throat and shoving him to the ground head first.

“Ah—” Goku blinks, gasping around the slight asphyxiation, looking up at Present Vegeta through wet eyes, “oh, Vegeta—”

“Having fun?” Present Vegeta sneers, kneeling between his spread legs, his cock already hard again where he’s stroked it back to erection in his free hand. “I can’t believe you let that thing cum in you twice, Kakarot. Have you no honour?”

Vegeta smirks. Rude.

Goku’s pupils grow comically enlarged as he stares at Present Vegeta’s throbbing cock, brown sugar wrapped around boundless black, and his cum-glimmery lips are spreading into a dopey grin as he trails his stare back up to Present Vegeta’s face, looks him right in the eye. “So what’re y’gonna do about it, V’geta?” he goads him, opening his legs, giving Present Vegeta no choice but to stare at that pearly-soaked princess pussy when he slips a hand between his sun kissed thighs and spreads its twitch apart with two fingers, index and middle, swiping his tongue over his smirk-wound lips. “Huh? What’re y’gonna do with that big, fat cock? Gonna fuck me? Gonna kill me? Better make it hurt, better make it count—”

“Fucking minx,” Present Vegeta growls, both of his hands spontaneously on Goku’s hips, whipping him up so quick his bone cracks with the impact, “that’s all you are, Kakarot, just a cheap fucking bimbo who’ll do anything to get passed around, and now it’s my turn to ruin you beyond repair—”

Oh, Vegeta remembers this song and dance. Tale as old as time. The grapple for sexual gratification, the two of them one snake devouring its own tail every time they came together, searching for nourishment in the delirium, becoming one limb. Trying to convince themselves it was nothing more than a byproduct of all the times they’d felt each other’s skin on the other side of a punch and they’d just accidentally given birth to some spark that had the guttural need to be translated into another language. Some of that had lingered, Vegeta will admit. Even now, each time Goku drags him to bed, it is a battle, a tussle to see who’ll admit they need it first. But back then, it was—

“Yeah, y-yeah—p-pleaseeeeee—!” Goku’s going starry-eyed, moaning when his legs are thrown haphazardly over Present Vegeta’s hips. “Oh, please, please, please, ruin me, ruin me—a-ah—!”

—well, yeah. Goku had one hundred percent gotten off on it, feeling Vegeta’s bare-knuckled revulsion in the form of his cock inside him.

Goku whimpers in confusion when he feels another pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind, blushing when he looks up and sees Vegeta gazing down on him with a smile so fond it makes his heart skip a beat. Vegeta chuckles as he shuffles forwards on his knees and lays Goku’s head in his lap. “Well, don’t mind me. Carry on, gentlemen.”

Present Vegeta snarls, his teeth lashing blinding white, ape aggressive. “Haven’t you had your fill, you vile bastard?” he hurls, lining the tip of his cock up with Goku’s damp pussy, snuffing the needy jitter of his hips back down into the grass.

“Nnnghhh, Vegetaaaa—!” Goku whines, squeezing his legs tight around Present Vegeta’s waist. “A-Aaahhhh, p-put it inside me already, I-I’m ready, I’m ready for you—”

He’s a fucking bottomless pit. Never enough, always needs more.

“Had my fill,” Vegeta says behind him, responding to his other self’s inquiry, trailing one hand down to the mound of Goku’s bosom, squeezing a handful of that sunkissed breast. “Of this?” He rolls the bud of his nipple beneath his fingers as Goku arches his back with a keen underneath him. “Of him?” Vegeta grins, leaning forward, his other hand cradling Goku’s face like it’s precious and fragile, holding Present Vegeta’s enraged stare the whole time as he peppers sappy kisses over Goku’s tear-sticky cheek. “Never, boy. The power he holds over me is immeasurable, and the desire I have for him is insatiable. And that is the whole truth.”

“Vegeta—!” Goku sobs under him, practically melting with everything coming out of his mouth, burning hotter each time Vegeta fucking—waxes poetry about him, shutting his eyes, throwing his head back, opening his mouth for a kiss. “I-If you keep talking like that, I—mmmmnnnooooohhhhh—!” He’s wailing as Present Vegeta promptly takes it upon himself to ram his cock into him, effectively winning his attention back, bulldozing through those gooey insides until he’s reached the hilt. Goku throws his arms over his head, rolling his head to the side, all blissed out with being filled again when it hasn’t even been ten minutes since the last time he had a cock inside him. “A-Ah, oh, God, yes—!”

“Fuck, that’s more like it,” Present Vegeta groans, pulling out to the tip just so he can slam himself back in, feel Goku thrash beneath him, watch all the cum that’s inside him fucking splatter all over the sun kissed expanse of his inner thighs with the savageness of each collision. “With me, Kakarot, don’t you fucking dare think about anything else except me, inside you, destroying you—”

“Just you, jus’you, only y-you, forever—f-fuuckkkkk—!” Goku screams, his legs quivering, his calves crossed over each other against Present Vegeta’s back, his cum-dripping tits bouncing with each pierce through his overstuffed insides, cum-stained tongue fallen out of his mouth. He’s fucking covered in filth, vandalized in the aftermath of his own poor decisions, and he’s never looked better. “Yes, y-yes, yes, right there, it feels so good—”

“Yeah,” Present Vegeta grunts, pistoning into him on overtime, shivering at the flitter of Goku’s syrupy cunt around him, “yeah, yeah, you’d think anything I fucking give you feels good, wouldn’t you? I could split you in half, and you’d still think—”

“But you want it harder, don’t you, Kakarot?” Vegeta heckles, speaking reverently, tenderly, still cupping Goku’s face. “Want it faster. With more adrenaline. Until it’s outpacing the pendulum of your heart. Isn’t that right, Kakarot?”

“I—” Goku squeaks around another barge into his cum-packed guts, “God, I—”

“I should burn your goddamn tongue off,” Present Vegeta scorns, glowering at his older self like he hopes the sheer intensity of his gaze will set him aflame, even though he’s abiding by Vegeta’s instructions anyway; fucking Goku faster, harder, until Goku’s crying out as though been screwed into ascendence, and Present Vegeta actually looks a little bit ticked that it worked. “Fuck, fuck, I’ll kill you—I’ll kill you both, step all over you and make you beg for your lives, just you wait and see—sh-shit—”

“Mm,” Vegeta hums, smirking lazily, ducking down as he aims for Goku’s stuttering mouth, “keep telling yourself that.”

He takes Goku in a kiss then, swallowing every whine and whimper Goku pours into the swirl of his tongue, smothering him in all that schmaltzy, spousal love, laughing against the whir of Goku’s languidly clumsy teeth, practically feeling the resentful buzz of Present Vegeta’s ki as he watches the intimate scene unfold.

“Mmmmphhh—!” Goku gasps, his hips rocking in a constant with Present Vegeta’s, his entire body all but vibrating as he’s fucked and kissed, broken and put back together, all in the span of nanoseconds, over and over again, the motif omniscient and repeating; “A-Ah, a-aaahhh, aahhhnnmmpphhh—! O-Oh, Vegetaaaa, please, p-pleaseeee—”

“Which one of us are you calling for?” Present Vegeta snarls, still hammering into him, hissing at the flex of Goku’s ravaged insides around him, yanking Goku out of that lover’s lock with a hand clasping his chin, nearly hard enough to snap his neck like a twig. Present Vegeta kisses his teeth in annoyance when Goku mewls and looks right up at him, glassy and faded, hardly present. “Huh?” He punctuates his every gripe with a ram into that ruined pussy, grips Goku until the pads of his fingers bruise into his cheeks. “Which one, Kakarot? Me, or him?”

“I-I—please—!” Goku weeps, crushing Present Vegeta closer between his legs, knees knocking into his shoulder blades, damn near throwing a tantrum. “Please, please, please, I just want—all I’ve ever wanted is—”

“Oh, don’t be so hard on him,” Vegeta crows in a lecture to his younger self, slipping his own cock all at once between those fat tits, grabbing those snow-covered peaks and squeezing them snug around his shaft, “it’ll always be you, at the end of the day.”

It’ll always be you, at the end of the day. Yes. Over and over and over and over and over—

“Vegetaaaaa—!” Goku moans, panting as he writhes with the feeling of that large cock between his ample cleavage, back curving into a dome when Present Vegeta spears into him for the umpteenth time, the ecstasy overriding his system in totality. “Hhhaaaahhnnn, o-ohhh—”

“You know,” Vegeta hums, shoving himself between those perky tits, pulling out to the tip just so he can drizzle his pre cum in the dip between Goku’s clavicles, and then over again, “it always impresses me how big these are, Kakarot. It wouldn’t surprise me if I needed to milk you, baby. Would you like that? All swollen up here, letting me spoil you rotten?”

“V’getaaaaaa, y-you pervvvv—!” Goku whines, flushing bright red, but he’s only arching his back more incessantly, only moaning louder with each plunge between his breasts, his nipples pebbling with arousal beneath Vegeta’s fingertips. “Y-You—a-ah, aaahh, mmmmnnnhhh, ooohhhhh—”

“Hey,” Present Vegeta barks at Goku, snapping his hips wildly, meanly, bottoming out so deep it guts him, watching Goku’s eyes widen in sync with the drop of his jaw, “don’t get distracted, whore.”

Goku’s being used as a tool, an inanimate object void of autonomy, for Vegeta’s—both Vegetas’—pleasure, which means he’s going to cum any moment now. There’s nothing he likes more than when Vegeta strips him down and has his way with him, fucks him like he hates him, even if it had left him aching when it was all said and done back then because it was the reality of Vegeta’s feelings and not just a role he was playing for the intricate rituals of their sex life. “Ah—aaaahhhhnnn—! G-God, it feels good, it all feels so—nnghhhoooohhh—!”

“You should see yourself, Kakarot,” Present Vegeta mocks him, visibly straining with the effort he’s putting into fucking him because there’s already so much inside him, grinning wickedly as he only ups his tempo, shreds Goku’s insides beyond the point of return, “getting thrown around like a bitch, so wet it feels like I’m inside a woman, only thinking about cock and nothing else—it fucking suits you, you know.”

“That’s something I’ll have to agree with,” Vegeta chimes, thrusting through that tight, lubed passageway he’s made for himself between Goku’s already cum-covered tits, smirking when Goku squeals beneath him, “you’re beautiful when you’re like this, fucked all stupid, crying like a baby. Would’ve brought a goddamn camera if I knew I’d get to see it.”

“Oh, Vegeta—!” Goku moans, his throat scratchy from all the fucking screaming and sobbing he’s been doing unendingly, his hands making fists in the grass and his cock slapping and spitting against his belly to the meter at which he’s being demolished, his nipples all pert and erect beneath Vegeta’s thumbs, his pussy fucking squirting around all the cock inside him, new tears gathering in his red-rimmed eyes to replace the ones that have just fallen. “Mmmnnaaaahhhnnn—! O-Oh, o-ooohhh, I think I’m—nnnghhh—think ’m close, ’m s-so closeeeeee—”

“Already?” That’s Present Vegeta, thrusting his cock into Goku violently enough to make him lurch.

“Might be a new record.” And that’s Vegeta, leaking pre cum all over the breadth of Goku’s breast where he’s still fucking his tits.

“Please—!” Goku wails, digging his heels into Present Vegeta’s tailbone, moaning when Vegeta gropes his tits more forcefully, his climax coiling into a tight spring in the pits of his stomach, his eyes falling shut in surrender as he begs and pleads: “U-Use me more, fuck me more, more, more, gimme moreeeeee—”

“Worry about yours, first,” Present Vegeta snorts, before he thrusts into him one last time—and there are the fireworks, Goku’s erupting like the destiny of the sun billions of years away, orgasming explosively, wailing and weeping with it as it hits, damn near candying himself in the glaze of his own cum.

“V-Ve—Vege—Vegeta, V-Vegeta, Vegetaaaaaaa, I, o-ohhhhh, gooodddsss—!” Goku screams, his cunt quivering and flexing around the cock wedged inside him as he reaches that peak again, his dick bright red and still squirting cum with all the overstimulation, his orgasm only being prolonged by the constant waves of rapture washing over him the longer he’s fucked, used, harvested. “Vegetaaa, Vege—please—”

“What is it, darling?” Vegeta coos, at the same time Present Vegeta snaps, “What do you want, Kakarot?” and they’re both all over him, all inside him, crowding him in an inescapable myriad of bliss, only taking him higher—

“Cum inside me, cum all over me—!” Goku cries, shaking his hips, making his demand in a flurry of tears and drool, and it’s funny, because he’s still the one pulling their leashes even though he’s also the one who’s been wrecked, still the one with them both wrapped right around his little finger; “Breed me full of y-your cum, cum on my tits, I need you, I n-need you, I can’t stand it anymore—”

Those are, indeed, the magic words; they’re all it takes to make Vegeta and Present Vegeta both roll their hips one last time before they’re submitting to Goku’s desire. Vegeta’s splattering his cum all over the bounce of Goku’s pretty tits, and it’s unmistakable from all the cum Goku’s already engulfed in, but Goku seems to be able to taste the difference just fine when he swipes his little tongue out to lick a splash right off his plush lower lip with a whine—there’s no bringing him back to the good side now, Vegeta thinks with an amused huff. Goku’s moaning louder when he feels Present Vegeta dumping his thick, searing load right into his waiting pussy, his already stuffed guts, and—

“Uwaaaaa, V’geta, wh-what’re you—” Goku squeals as his jelly legs are suddenly tossed over Present Vegeta’s shoulders, as Present Vegeta veers closer so Goku’s bent right in half at the waist, still ramrod rigid inside him— “Vegetaaaaaa, w-wait, wait, waitwaitwaittttt—hhhhnghooooohhh—! Oh, I c-can’t, Ican’tIcan’tIcaaaaaan’tttttt—”

“What, Kakarot,” Present Vegeta drawls in a parody of affectionate, his hands gripping the undersides of Goku’s convulsing legs, “you let him cum in you twice, but you can’t handle me one more time?”

“And you said he was the rapacious one,” Vegeta jeers, still embracing Goku around the shoulders from behind him, wiping those diamond tears Goku’s sniffling through away as he looks down on his favourite boy with an amorous smile. “Oh, love. You can’t take it?”

“Want me to leave you empty?” Present Vegeta joins him, the two of them finally on the same page, wolves in their den, sharing their hunt. “Huh, Kakarot? Should I just pull out, then? Leave you here when I know you’re aching for more?”

“No—!” Goku wails, sounding devastated at the thought of it, of not being stuffed full of a cock at all times, lifting his hips in provocation as his ankles lock together at the nape of Present Vegeta’s neck as if to cage him in place. “N-No, no, no, V’geta, I don’t want that, I—a-ah!—want you t’stay, want you inside me, I want—you, a-always, always—”

“That’s the spirit,” Present Vegeta says, driving his cock down into him without a single beacon of mercy, leaning down until his breath swathes over Goku’s wobbly lips, “now open your mouth like a good boy, Kakarot.”

“Mmmmphhh, a-ahhnnn—!” Goku squeaks, muffled into the bruising kiss Present Vegeta’s raptured him into, moaning even more when Vegeta starts layering smooches over his cheek, down his jaw, the both of them coaxing him further and further into sin, down in the deepest depths of hell. “Too m-much, it’s too muuuchhhh—”

“But you’re so strong,” Vegeta coos into his ear, imitating what Goku had moaned to him when he’d damn near been riding him into the fucking sunset earlier, so strong, you’re so strong, Vegeta, ah, ah, ah, sliding his arms around Goku’s waist, giving those sore-swollen tits another teasing grope, “our strong, strong golden boy, aren’t you, Kakarot, I know you can take it—”

“I—oooohhhhh—!” Goku sobs, whimpering when Present Vegeta’s lips find his neck, that beast’s jaw unhinging, those teeth sinking into the supple flesh of his jugular, his breasts, marking him up as he just keeps denting away at those plundered through guts until Goku’s floundering between them, reeling from the constant coddling, seeing colours that don’t even exist; “N-Not gonna—h-hic!—not gonna last, ’m not gonna last, I—”

“That’s good,” Present Vegeta rasps, sucking on the salmon pink of Goku’s nipple, “that’s good, Kakarot, because I like it when your slutty little pussy goes all tense around my cock while you cum, like it when you get all tight for me, baby—”

“V’geta—!” Goku squeals, his calves banging on Present Vegeta’s shoulders for salvation as they both take their turns kissing him: Present Vegeta kissing him all rough, a harsh slide of skin and tongue and teeth; Vegeta kissing him all slow and passionate, chuckling like he’s endeared with some inside joke Goku can’t even begin to comprehend—both of them practically fighting over him, shoving each other out of the way so they can get to the bloom of Goku’s mouth, all while Present Vegeta’s cock keeps lancing heartlessly in and out of him, not stopping for anything. Goku’s fucked far past being able to speak clearly, the only language he knows slipping from him as he wails, inarticulately: “Please, p-please, pleaaassshhhhh—”

“Going to cum?” Vegeta taunts him, smooching the dive of Goku’s cupid’s bow, skating a hand down over the pudge of Goku’s tummy so he can twine a fist around Goku’s leaky, throbbing cock. “Need some help?”

“N-No, Vegeta, if you—haaaaahhhh—!” Goku’s shrieking deafeningly loud, entirely sure his ears are ringing, his hips rutting up into Vegeta’s palm all the same. “If you touch me th-there, I’ll—I’m gonna, I’m g-gonna, I’m gonnaaaaaaaa—”

“So?” Present Vegeta tuts, slipping his grasp over atop Goku’s numb knees, leaning forwards on his haunches so Goku’s feet are up in the air, so his cock is sinking dangerously, deliciously deep inside that squelching cunt with the slight change in angle until all Goku can do is sob his name in a mantra; “So what, huh? Let’s see it, Kakarot, let’s see you cum on this dick all over again, let me see it all fall apart—”

“To pieces,” Vegeta sighs, stroking Goku base to tip, tip to base, thumbing over the head, repeating those motions, “nothing left, nothing else left—”

“Let me have all of you,” Present Vegeta finishes, deranged, crazed, and it’s the final nail in the coffin—

“’M cummingggggg—!” Goku cries, his entire form jerking as his dick bursts in Vegeta’s hand, as his release takes him. “I-I’m c-cumming, cumming, cumminggggg, I—aaaahhhnnghhhh—!” It drags him by the feet kicking and screaming, man made in nature, not in any way natural for his body to ascend this many times in a row, his very being rewired by the cock inside him, the hands all over him, yes, yes, yes; “Ve—getaaaaaa, V’geta, V-Vegeta, fill me up again, I—mmmmnnnnn!—have to feel it, have t’feel you, inside me, fucking me f-full, breeding my cunt until I’m a-all yours—”

“Yes, that’s right,” Present Vegeta huffs, all fluffed up from hearing Goku beg for it, on an ego trip from having him at under his thumb—Vegeta remembers how it felt, can feel it currently, like the emotions rushing through his past self are his own—and Present Vegeta’s pounding into Goku’s bruised insides one last time before he’s finally breaking, “gonna knock you up, Kakarot, won’t be good for anybody else once you’re all round with my child, once everybody knows you spread your legs and begged for it like a fucking slut—”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, yeahyeahye—aaahhhhhh, wanna have your baby, V’geta, wanna have all your kids, want them all t’know, wanna—oh, y-yesssss—!” Goku’s blubbering as he feels Present Vegeta pouring into him, fucking him impossibly fuller with all that warm spend until he’s sure he’s been immobilized, laying there limp as he slumps back against Vegeta’s lap with a whimper. “Gods, I—” Goku feels his eyes sting with more tears when he looks down at the state of himself; the love bites flowering down his chest, the bruises on his hips, pressing a hand to his bloated belly, entirely sure he could become accustomed to the earned ache that’s coursing through his bones. “S-So full… I-I’m so full…”

Vegeta licks his lips as he watches his past self pull out, watches Goku’s abandoned hole give one last pathetic twitch, seeping dribbles of seed between his flayed open legs. “Say, Kakarot,” Vegeta starts, slipping a hand between those quivering thighs, spreading the pucker of that swollen pussy apart with two fingers and watching the cum immediately gush out of him, grinning at the wanton whine that leaves Goku’s lips, “you’re all loosened up, now, aren’t you? Think you could take two inside you?”

Present Vegeta’s brow twitches. “Two—” He ruminates for a second before his eyes widen with the realization. “Oh, you sick old dog…”

“T-Two?” Goku whimpers, tilting his head questioningly as he stares up at Vegeta innocently, biting his lip. “Two what—a-aaahh—!”

“Two cocks,” Vegeta says nonchalantly, smirking at the surprised yip he gets when he flips Goku over onto his elbows and knees, already hard again in his own palm, “both of us fucking you. You with me?”

“Y-You mean, in my—” Goku glances back over his shoulder, huge eyes going huger when he sees that both of them are erect once more, his empty cunt flexing around a void between those magazine pin up legs, prey animal making its last stand, salivating as he stares at the both of those throbbing, appetizing cocks, waiting to give him the world. “Both of you. Both of you, inside me—”

“That’s the idea,” Vegeta lilts, watching Goku’s jaw drop all vacant and spacy, his eyes darting between the both of them, those papercut knees already spreading across the grass, (“Fucking perverted bastard,” Present Vegeta mutters next to him), “so what do you say?”

“But—b-but—” Goku’s whining as both Vegetas press their cocks to the tremor of his pussy, going all lightheaded with that teasy traction, shaking his ass back on those drooling tips, acting all coy when he couldn’t possibly want anything more, “but y-you’re both so big, it’s not gonna—uuunnfffghhh!—’s not gonna fitttt—”

“Make your decision, Kakarot,” Present Vegeta growls, doing a stellar job of sounding solid when he’s all jittery like a fucking addict, waiting for Goku’s approval so he can just get into him all over again, God, he’s got it bad, “what’ll it fucking be—”

There was never another option to begin with.

“F-Fuck me—!” Goku wails at last, grinding his ass backwards, panting like he’s in heat, “hurry up ’nd fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee—”

And that’s all they need—they’re gliding into him as one, stretching Goku’s already stretched cunt further, only getting about half of the way in before they’re predictably foiled by the tight fit of that already stuffed pussy.

“Ah—” Goku’s squealing all high-pitched, cheek smushed into the grass and dirt, “mmmnnnn, a-aaaahnnnnghhh—”

“Here,” Vegeta grunts, maneuvering around Goku’s pale calves and picking Goku up off the ground before he slips right underneath him, grinning as he lays on his back, Goku’s shaky legs straddling his waist, Present Vegeta behind him, holding him at the hips so Goku’s well and truly sandwiched between them. “There we go. Feel better?”

“Uh-hhuuuuuhhhh,” Goku moans, his eyes rolling back as he falls forwards, hands fumbling across Vegeta’s chest, tongue dropping out of his mouth as he feels both of those cocks skewer further into him, Vegeta at the front and Present Vegeta at the back, front, back, front, back, front, back, until— “Mmmnnnghhhh—! Oh, o-oh God, y-you’re both inside me, all the way inside me, I f-feel so—oh God, oh God, oh m-my Goooooddddd—”

“Fucking hell,” Present Vegeta grumbles, bucking his hips and thrusting into that gooey pussy, feeling the chafe of Vegeta’s cock against his own inside those molten walls, “fuck, old man, you’re getting in my way—”

“None of that,” Vegeta tuts through a smirk, slamming up into Goku’s oozing, creaming cunt, “we’re both sharing him this time around, so you had better cooperate—”

“Just take me,” Goku warbles, his hands trembling over Vegeta’s shoulders, getting fucked up and down, in and out, both of those thick dicks encased in the squish of his insides, making him lose his mind, “take me, V’geta, I don’t want to be anything but yours—can’t imagine being anything b-but yours—”

“In time, my beloved,” Vegeta sighs, one hand squeezing Goku by the thigh, the other pulling him forward by that tear-speckled chin, “can’t give it to you now, but you’ve got to be patient—”

“Hhhnnnnaaaahhhh—!” Goku whines, letting the tears fall when his eyes flutter shut as he’s kissed, moaning some stammered out iteration of Vegeta’s name with every shove inside him, every twirl of Vegeta’s tongue against his. “Aaaahhnnn, mmmphhhh—but, but I don’t wanna w-wait, wanna be yours now—”

“You are mine,” Present Vegeta scoffs, yanking him back out of that kiss all at once by the hair, turning his head back to face his own lips, “did you forget already, Kakarot? I said you were mine and mine alone, God damn it, get it through that thick head of yours—”

“Oh, gods—hhaaahhnnmmphhh—!” Goku whimpers, squealing when Present Vegeta mashes their mouths together this time, moaning as Vegeta’s hands roam the stretch of his hips, down his thighs, and this is it, this is the grand finale, they’re fucking him all slow and tender, luring him right to the resulting death at the end of a honeytrap. “Aahhh—hhhnnnn, y-yours, I’m yours, I’myoursI’myoursI’myoursssss, Vegetaaaaaa—mmmphhhh—!”

“And don’t you fucking forget it,” Present Vegeta mutters into the converge of their tongues. He’s matching Vegeta’s cadence when he starts to thrust quicker, the both of them fucking Goku at speeds faster than light, scrambling his guts upside down, backwards, flipped over—giving him no chance to cut corners, the only way through to sit there and let himself be fucked out of his entire moral code.

“Nnnghhhh, a-aaaahhh—!” Goku sobs, that marble statue body dipped in cum like finishing touches that are still drying, those tits flouncing with every ram through his pliant hole. “I’m close, I’m close, I-I’m almost—” He’s throwing his head back, his pussy splurting frosted around those girthy cocks jammed inside him, his shaft throbbing all need-reddened across his belly, so exaggerated it looks like it hurts, “Almost there, ’m almost there, I think I’m—”

“Just like that,” Vegeta pushes him, throwing his hips upwards, sliding into him easy as fucking pie, “just let it all go and we’ll handle the rest, princess—”

There’s the moneyshot.

“Cumming, c-cumming, cummingggggg—!” Goku wails, and his poor, exhausted cock hardly has anything left, but Vegeta still watches as it shoots those tiny splatters of cum across his doused front, watches as he goes all transcendent, astral projection liable as his fluttering pussy is fucked through it, sobbing his whole way to the end. “Uuuwaaaannghhh, f-fuckkkkk—!”

“Shit,” Present Vegeta grinds out, mouth pressed to the crook of Goku’s neck, “shit, Kakarot, too tight—”

Through a ditzy giggle that suggests he’s very much not all there, Goku stretches an arm back to wrap it around Present Vegeta’s neck, his other wrapped around Vegeta’s as he sits up between them, balancing both of them like fire and water in his grasp. “Then finish it,” he challenges, a man on a mission, enchanting as he moves in that well-fucked afterglow, knowing exactly what he wants. “Finish me off, cum inside me again—”

Present Vegeta snarls, animalistic, face flushing red with the anger, the arousal, the shame, those three on a rotation, anger arousal shame anger arousal shame circling back to rage, unbridled rage; “Fucking brat—”

“He’s got a point,” Vegeta snorts, the both of them sheathing themselves to the base for the utmost final time, “let’s give our man what he wants, shall we?”

Present Vegeta’s lip curls. “Fine,” he groans, feeling that burning squeeze around him, “fine, fine, fine—”

And Goku takes it. He’s been doing nothing but taking it for this entire escapade, truly, but now he’s really fucking taking it, all the cum being pumped into him by both of them, only adding to the mess they’ve made of him, although Vegeta’s entirely certain Goku’s had his hand in making them unruly themselves. It’s perfect. It’s—

“A-Ahhh—!” Goku whines, teetering and tottering, “oh, Vegetaaaaa—”

—Goku’s going to pass out.

Thump.

Goku passes out.

Fallen face first against Vegeta’s chest, out like a light, snoring on top of it. Vegeta can’t resist carding his fingers through the sweat-matted shock of his hair, laughing under his breath, oblivious to the way Present Vegeta is staring at him in now-sober unsettlement.

After they’ve pulled out of Goku and laid him up against a tree, Vegeta says to his past self, his tone iron: “Clean him up and bring him home. Don’t even think about leaving him out here.”

Present Vegeta scowls. “And why the hell should I do that? I don’t give a shit about where the idiot sleeps,” he sneers, which—fuck, it’s uncanny, hearing the way Vegeta used to speak out of his own younger self’s mouth, seeing in physicality how shitty he used to be. (Still is, but. He likes to think he’s gotten a little better.)

“Do it,” Vegeta insists, and something in his face must seem imposing, because Present Vegeta goes stiff as a board and makes a noise like a defeated grunt. “Good. He won’t have the nerve to ask you if this really happened when he wakes up. Don’t mention it to him.”

“I was going to tear his voice box out and call him a delusional freak if he even dared to speak of it again, but sure,” Present Vegeta counters, tucking himself neatly back into his shorts. He squints at Vegeta, examining him candidly. “You never told me what you really are.”

Vegeta smirks, shifting his armour back into place. “Don’t pretend you haven’t already figured it out.”

“So it’s true. You’re me.”

“In the flesh.”

“Hm.” Present Vegeta shifts on his feet. “What the fuck happened?”

Vegeta barks out a laugh. “In relation to?”

“The clown,” Present Vegeta snips, eyes darting towards where Goku is still slumbering, his discarded clothes thrown on top of him for some decency, as if they hadn’t just screwed him raw in a fucking forest just a few kilometres away from his family’s home. “Why are you… Why am I… with him…”

Vegeta looks at him sideways, still smiling. “You heard everything I said to him,” he says, chuckling when Present Vegeta’s face floods red again.

“You—I…” Present Vegeta can’t find the words. “Am I going to—?”

Love him? He doesn’t say it. Not out loud, at least. He can’t. He’s incapable of it. Vegeta inclines his head, something mournful tinging his expression.

“Until the day you die, boy,” he answers, and then he powers up to Blue, gone in a blaze of aquamarine.