Published: 24th June 2002

By: Kiarene

Warnings: Heheheh… What do you think?

Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine.

Archive? Please ask first.

 

A/N: I was reading Nekoni’s review to Good Enough For Me, and when I saw the line “double trouble pairings are real popular in Japan”, the idea for Part 2 just hit me. It was like POW!

 

So this is for all the reviewers who cried out for more… I was a little worried that a sequel would spoil the shock value of the first fic, though. Tell me, does it?? *crosses arms and frowns in concern*

 

 

Good Enough For Me – The Sequel

 

 

Goku sank back to the ground tiredly. It was no use. He could not train; he could not concentrate at all. He flopped back on the grass dejectedly. It had been a week since that incident with Vegeta, and he could not get the image of the ouji, eyes flashing in anger, out of his mind.

 

I already have somebody, you moron.

 

Vegeta’s harsh rejoinder echoed through his mind. WHO?? Abruptly, he made up his mind. He NEEDED to know who the ouji’s mate was. He flipped upright and took off in a powerful burst of orange ki.

 

As he neared Vegeta’s cabin, he dropped back to the ground and lowered his ki. Silently, he made way to the back of the cabin, his senses extended for the ouji’s presence.

 

His royal highness was reading in bed, clad only in tight black boxers. Vegeta lay on his front, feet dangling in the air, one hand propping up his chin as he devoured a mystery novel. His tail curled and uncurled unconsciously as he was drawn into the seedy world of the Italian mafia and suddenly bristled and puffed out straight as he reached the startling conclusion. Breaking out in delighted laughter, he snapped the paperback close and rolled onto his back, carelessly tossing the novel onto his nightstand.

 

Time for bed… He stretched lazily and yawned. Smirking, he concentrated.

 

Goku watched wide-eyed and flabbergasted as the two princes rolled around in bed, lips and limbs locked and tangled. Was that what Vegeta had meant when he said he already had somebody? The normally gentle Saiyan grew angry. At the same time, he realized that he getting extremely turned on.

 

One of the Vegetas had flipped the other onto his front and was straddling the firm ass. Smirking wolfishly, the ouji on top captured the other’s auburn tail, alternately stroking and ruffling the puffed coil, wringing strangled, pleasured cries from the writhing, lithe form below him.

 

Goku gave a small groan as he drank in the incredibly erotic scene in front of him, and his tail snaked around his waist of its own accord to curl around his burgeoning erection. Kami! His hands gripped the windowsill so hard that his fingers sank into the wood. He wished fervently that he was the one on top, that he was the one who was making the sexy ouji scream… Wait… Why couldn’t he? His lips lifted in an uncharacteristic feral, evil smirk. Tearing his attention away from the bedroom for a moment, he concentrated.

 

Vegeta licked his lips as he looked down at himself bucking. Oh yes, he was ready… He removed one hand from his tail, intending to wet his fingers when a large hand clapped over his mouth and he was roughly pulled off the bed. He struggled frantically, but a strong, muscled arm and thick tail held his arms firmly pinned to his sides… Wait, a tail?? His eyes narrowed in anger, then widened in shock a heartbeat later as Kakarotto smoothly slid onto the vacant position atop the royal rump.

 

The larger Saiyan twisted his head around to throw a quick wink at the outraged ouji before turning his attention back on the moaning figure below, his hands grasping the lashing tail. He looked down at the smaller Saiyan, his eyes gleaming with lust. Oh yes, NOW he was ready… He quickly sucked two fingers.

 

Vegeta frowned momentarily as the warm pressure on his butt lifted, and then he could have sworn that the weight that resettled on his hamstrings was heavier. However, that thought lost focus as his tail was grabbed again. He gave a dulcet moan as he felt something slick eased into him. Ohhh… That felt good… It also felt a little bigger than usual…? He gave another moan as another digit was introduced. Something was different… He suddenly threw back his head with a scream as his hips were roughly jerked back to be impaled on something much longer and thicker. Oh Kami! He turned his head to rest his heated cheek on the cool silken sheets when the figure behind paused briefly, and his eyes snapped wide open in shock. Kakarotto was holding a furiously squirming …himself? He twisted his head around to peer over his shoulder.

 

Goku grinned naughtily at the dazed and shocked look on Vegeta’s flushed face when he turned his head around. Giving HIS ouji a leer and no time to react, he proceeded to set a fast and bruising pace.

 

Vegeta knew he should be furious at the third class Saiyan, but all rational thoughts had fled his mind, leaving him drowning in a red haze of lust and ecstasy as he was subjected to the most intense ride of his life. He was never this brutal with himself, and surprisingly, he found himself enjoying every delicious moment of this rough treatment. His eyelids fluttered wildly as he crouched down on his forearms, moaning loudly, not caring any longer that he was being fucked by a low-class in such a submissive position…

 

Meanwhile…

 

Vegeta trembled in rage as he watched himself taken by a mere commoner, and then blushed hotly in mortification as his other self moaned and arched in abandon, lifting his rear high and begging for more. Traitor! His mind yelled silently. Yet… He shivered as his thoughts took a traitorous turn of their own, and he unknowingly stilled his frenzied struggles.

 

“Looks like you like it, doesn’t it?” A husky breath tickled the sensitive shell of his ear.

 

The hand over his mouth fell away and Vegeta turned his head to hiss at his captor angrily. “Kisama! How dare you?!”

 

“I just did…” Goku chuckled wickedly, rubbing his arousal against the ouji’s lower back. “Why don’t we have some fun of our own?”

 

The slight figure stiffened and abruptly resumed his rabid attempts at freedom, cursing sulfurously. “Bastard! I will not allow myself to be taken by some perverted, moronic scum!”

 

The brawny arms tightened. “Who said I want to take you?”

 

“What do you mean?” He asked warily.

 

“You can have me…” Goku purred, nuzzling against the upswept ebony locks, inhaling the spicy sweet scent that was his prince.

 

The ouji stilled again, considering the younger Saiyan’s words. It took him no more than a couple of heartbeats to make up his mind; the unrelieved pressure at his groin helped. “Let me go.” He ordered imperiously.

 

“Wha…” Goku asked in confusion, his arms loosening.

 

“Baka.” Vegeta squirmed out of his hold and turned to face the taller Saiyan, smirking. Without warning, his left hand caught the other’s right wrist in a firm grip and pulled, yanking the heavier Saiyan off balance. Twisting gracefully, the smaller ouji spun and bent at his knees, before straightening up in a sudden spring, his right hand coming up to brace at other other’s bicep as he threw the startled male on the bed.

 

Goku landed painlessly on his back, bouncing slightly on the crowded bed, but the other couple did not appear to have noticed. Before he could recover, the ouji was crouched over him, a dangerous glint in his flashing eyes.

 

“Baka…” Vegeta swooped down to take advantage of the younger Saiyan’s lips, which were parted slightly in surprise. Mmm… Who would have thought that common lips would feel so soft? Or taste so sweet? He grinned as he rubbed against the arching body below him. Perhaps this would be enjoyable after all.

 

Goku gave a muffled groan as he felt fingers skillfully preparing him, and then his mouth was released as Vegeta knelt upright. His legs were flipped up over muscular shoulders and he arched back with a howl when he was entered in a quick stroke. Panting slightly, he opened his eyes again when he felt soft lips brush against his own to find the other ouji looking down at him, dark eyes half-lidded with desire and cheeks flushed becomingly. His eyelids fluttered shut again as Vegeta started to move in slow but deep strokes. When a lushly furred tail wrapped around his straining member, he jerked and shuddered deliciously. Royal lips came down to claim his again. The Earth-raised Saiyan may have died before and earned his halo, but at this point in time, he would swear that only this was truly heaven.

 

The heady mix of their own spicy scents and musky sex hung heavily around them, and low moans and soft cries blended in an erotic symphony. Sudden yowls and shrieks rent the cool night air as their climaxes were crested violently.

 

The four figures collapsed in a hot, sweaty tangle of limbs and coalesced into a pair who lay entwined lovingly.

 

Goku drew the panting ouji to him possessively. “So was I good enough for you?”

 

Vegeta blinked rapidly, hoping to clear the swirling stars from his vision. Purring loudly, he turned to nuzzle the warm chest in contentment. “Tolerable…”

 

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A/N: Hope that wasn’t too confusing! Writing about 2 identical couples was a lot harder than I thought! You could imagine what I was trying to convey in the scene on the bed…ne? ^_~;;

 

Many thanks to Dark Fate for beta reading this for me!!

 





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