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Standing on the barren wasteland that was once West City, Vegeta thought back to what Trunks described back at Capsule Corp. Total destruction, humanity barely hanging on, a permanent dark haze in the sky? All brought about by someone with the exact likeness of Kakarot? It sounded too absurd to be true.
Yet, as they stepped out of the time machine, he saw that his son was entirely right. Vegeta had seen war zones more intact than this; the landscape was nearly rubble as far as the eye could see. A thick haze nearly blocked the sun completely. With no people or animals in sight, it was eerily silent.
And there, standing nearby as if anticipating their arrival, was the cause of it all: the one they had taken to calling Goku Black.
“Bringing Goku as a gift for me to slaughter? How kind of you, Trunks,” the replica said. He stood expectantly, as if he planned this all himself.
Vaguely, Vegeta registered Zamasu nearby as well- the two seemed like a package deal. But he only had eyes for Black. He was physically identical to Kakarot, yes, but his expression of pure malice and arrogance gave him an aura that set him entirely apart.
Vegeta felt a surge of hatred for the impostor. He dares to think that he can take THAT form? The form of the first man who had ever defeated him, the first man to ever make him question his own abilities, the man who sparked his calling to strive to grow stronger? The man who Vegeta devoted his life to defeating? Pathetic.
“Kakarot, Trunks, you two take the green one. I’ll handle the cheap clone over here,” he called over his shoulder, swaggering over to Black. This would be quick work.
“Wait dad, we shouldn’t rush into this. Don’t you think we should come up with a plan?” Trunks said.
Vegeta didn’t even shift his gaze. “No need. This won’t take long.”
“B-but dad…!” Trunks sent a pleading glance over to Goku.
“Sorry, Trunks. There’s no talking him out of anything when he gets like that.” He cracked his knuckles, shifting his attention to Zamasu. “Besides, we have this guy to worry about.”
Trunks gave one final sigh of resignation, He’d just have to hope for the best. At the very least, maybe he and Goku together could finish off Zamasu quickly and then go help his dad.
As he charged at Zamasu, he hoped he was right.
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Unfortunately, Goku’s impostor was living up to his formidable reputation.
Wanting to end things quickly and prove a point, Vegeta had launched an onslaught against him. Each punch and kick carried the weight of his anger that someone would dare to copy the form of his sworn enemy. But infuriatingly, nothing was connecting- Black stepped aside every blow, batting his ki blasts away with ease.
How…How can he keep dodging me like this? He thought. His body is identical to Kakarot’s. That means I should know all of his weak points. So how can he-
His thoughts were cut short as Black caught his wrist, holding him in place. “Well, well. Impressive, Vegeta. I can see why that fool has taken such a liking to you.”
Vegeta tried pulling his arm free, but Black had him held fast. “Let go of me, you bastard,” he growled, trying to break free. Black’s eyes roamed up and down his body, seeming to appraise him, all the while wearing that smug smirk. Vegeta’s skin crawled as he saw a glint in his eye, as if he liked what he saw.
“I think it’s time we finished this,” the imposter said. “I’d like to get a closer look at you.”
That was the last thing Vegeta heard before Black buried his fist into his gut. His vision faded as his body went limp. He didn’t even have time to think of the irony of being defeated by a mere clone before the ground rushed up to meet him.
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Vegeta slowly returned to consciousness. He was vaguely aware that he was laying on a soft bed. He blinked groggily, trying to get his bearings. Am I…back home? No…this is different, he thought.
He didn’t know where he was or how he got here, but he didn’t have time to be lazing around. Black was still on the loose somewhere. He had to get up-
With a shock, he realized that he couldn’t move.
He tried moving his arms, with no luck. His wrists were bound to the bed frame above his head, pinning him down. He tried his legs, but his ankles were tethered down as well. Thankfully he seemed to be fully clothed, but his armor was missing.
A surge of panic threatened to overtake him, but he willed himself to stay calm. What even is this place? He wondered. Relieved that he could at least still turn his head, he surveyed his surroundings.
The bed he was bound to was large and luxurious. It sat in the corner of what seemed to be a large bedroom, kept tidy and neat. To his left, a large picturesque window overlooked the vast landscape outside. The immediate scenery was beautiful, with a patio overlooking a dense forest, but Vegeta could see smoke from the rubble of the city in the distance. The persistent haze of destruction and desolation still filled the sky. I’m still in the future…I can’t have gone too far, then.
He turned his head to the right. The room he was in was sparsely furnished; there wasn’t much else but the bed and a tea table set with two chairs, teacups, and an elegant teapot. The tea set looked as though it had been placed and used recently. Who the hell would peacefully drink tea while the world burns down outside?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, Black sauntering in. “Ah, you’re finally awake.”
“What the hell is this, you bastard?” he growled, straining against his bonds once more.
“I wouldn’t bother trying to break free. Those ropes are infused with my ki, which you’ve already seen is far stronger than yours.” Black calmly walked over to the side of the bed. “But by all means, you could continue to try. It's SO amusing to watch you squirm.”
Vegeta snarled. Who did this impostor think he was? First taking a form that he had no right to have, now humiliating him like this? HIM, the prince of all Saiyans-
His thoughts were cut short as he felt a hand at his chin. Black turned his head to face him, forcing him to look into his eyes. There was the same smug superiority in his gaze, but it was accompanied by a glint of appraising curiosity. Vegeta was hit with a sudden sense of futility, the thought sinking in that he had no control over the situation. Black’s gaze and hand slowly traveled south, lingering at his chest, seeming to appraise the muscles there.
“I must admit, as weak and insignificant as you mortals are, I find myself intrigued by some of you. Even in the face of certain doom, you still try to rise against me.” The hand lowered further, gliding across Vegeta’s stomach. He stroked back and forth, his touch gentle. “It makes me wonder…What drives you to be so reckless? To rush to certain doom? If taking control of your Goku’s body enrages you to the point of fighting such a futile battle…What other emotions can I make you feel?” Vegeta’s stomach dropped as the hand went even lower, cupping his manhood.
“Ugh…U-unhand me!” Vegeta growled. Black simply smirked.
He walked around to the foot of the bed, reaching for the bonds at Vegeta’s ankles. “This will be easier if your legs are untethered. I trust you know what will happen to you if you struggle against me,” he said. Vegeta tensed to act as soon as his foot was freed- his hands would still be bound, but if he could land a good kick…
He barely saw Black move. A blade of ki suddenly rested at his throat, ready to strike. Vegeta froze- any small movement and his throat would be cut in an instant. “Now, what did I just say? You know better than that,” Black said. Vegeta swallowed tensely. His options for escape seemed to have all but disappeared.
Satisfied that Vegeta would behave, Black untied both of his ankles. He had already removed his boots before tying him to the bed, and now he lifted his legs up to remove his pants and underwear. Vegeta’s breath quickened as he felt himself exposed. His mind raced with the need to escape, but Black had made it clear that any attempt would be punished swiftly. He felt the bed dip as Black came up to kneel between Vegeta’s legs.
…So that’s what he wants. No matter. Vegeta could resign himself to this. He’d use the time to wait for an opening, and ways to make Black pay for this humiliation. He fixed him with his most venomous glare. “If you’re going to fuck me, stop with all the theatrics and get to it already,” he said.
“Now, now. It wouldn’t do to rush things. This is your dear Goku’s body, after all. Haven’t you always thought about how this would feel?” Vegeta’s cheeks burned. “From the memories I’ve inherited from him, it seems like your Goku has the same thoughts about you. How wonderful! Now you’re both getting your wish, in a way.” He brought a hand up to put two fingers between Vegeta’s lips. “Here, get these nice and wet for me.” Seeing no other choice, Vegeta opened his mouth to accept them.
Black’s eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of Vegeta lying restrained underneath him. “While in this form, I’ve learned a lot about you mortals. Your race in particular- what do you call yourselves, again? Saiyans?” His fingers idly explored the inside of Vegeta’s mouth. “I’ve learned a lot about how you respond to physical touch. In particular, you Saiyans self-lubricate when aroused. How…peculiar.”
Before Vegeta could think about the implication that Black had touched himself-Kakarot’s body- in that way before, Black slid his fingers out of his mouth. Parting Vegeta’s legs further, he circled his opening with a moistened finger before slowly easing it inside.
“Ngh…” Vegeta groaned. Black’s finger worked its way inside him, gentle yet firm. Soon he added the second finger, rocking his hand back and forth in a steady rhythm. As Vegeta adjusted to the foreign feeling of a stranger’s fingers inside him, Black leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss.
Vegeta had prepared himself for all manner of assault, but…a kiss? He was caught entirely off guard and barely had any time to react.
Black was surprisingly gentle. His lips were slow and soft, exploratory at first, then soon deepening to suckle at Vegeta’s top lip, then bottom lip. Vegeta resisted the urge to bite him, remembering the ki blade at his throat earlier. He felt Black’s tongue enter his mouth, meeting his own.
Black broke away to plant a trail of kisses to Vegeta’s neck. Vegeta’s breath hitched as he felt his warm tongue meet his skin. There were no words for a while, Black allowing him to truly feel everything: his lips sucking and nipping gently at the tender flesh of his neck, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of his entrance. As Black laid with his full weight on top of him, Vegeta could feel his heavy erection resting against his thigh.
The silence let his mind wander. This was Kakarot’s body, so the erection pressed against him belonged to Kakarot. And the fingers inside him…which were also Kakarot’s…were preparing him to take it.
Despite himself, Vegeta felt his skin begin to heat up. His breath quickened as his own member swelled and rose to attention, his legs unconsciously parting in anticipation. He barely suppressed a moan as Black’s other hand slid up his torso to caress a hardening nipple. With horror, he realized that he could now hear Black’s fingers working in and out of him, his arousal making his entrance slick and moist.
Black hummed with satisfaction. “Ah, there we are. Listen to how wet you are, Vegeta,” he purred against his neck. “It’s as if you’re begging for me.”
He withdrew his fingers and momentarily pulled away from Vegeta to remove his own pants. He took his erection and ran his hand up and down its length, coating it with the lubrication on his fingers from Vegeta’s ass. “Are you ready?” he asked, positioning himself between Vegeta’s parted legs.
Now that the moment was here, Vegeta was almost relieved. It would be over with soon, and afterward Vegeta could find some way to defeat this fool. Maybe Black would exhaust himself and Vegeta could finally overpower and kill him. Surely Kakarot (The real Kakarot, HIS Kakarot) and Trunks had already made quick work of Zamasu; soon he could reunite with them, and they could all finally just go home-
“Vegeta? I asked if you’re ready.”
Why would he bother asking for permission? “Sh…shut up and get this over with already,” he said.
“Oh, no, that won’t do. I need to hear you accept it.” Black grabbed Vegeta’s chin, once more commanding him to look into his eyes. “I need you to be present and aware of what I’m about to do to you. Of course I could simply take you by force, but it’s far more interesting for you to enjoy it. I want you to feel pleasure by my hand, and for you to climax under me, all while in the form of the one you desire the most,” Black said. In his eyes, there was the ever-present condescension, but there was also a restrained excitement; a barely composed exhilaration. It was clear that this was the part he took the most sick satisfaction in.
From the moment Black had threatened him with the ki blade to his neck, Vegeta had known that this was coming. But it was here, now, when faced with the command to acknowledge it himself, that he felt at his lowest. He would be fucked on his back by this impostor, and there was no way to escape. He turned his head in a futile attempt to keep Black from seeing the tears welling in his eyes.
Shamefully, he admitted defeat. Despite himself, his body was practically BEGGING for this- thanks to Black’s skilled hands and sensual touch, every muscle in his body was prepared to receive him. And…in the dim light, he could pretend that Black was Kakarot. He could pretend that this was happening the way that he had hoped it would, the way he fantasized about. He gave a solemn nod.
Black practically purred with satisfaction. “Good boy.”
He leaned forward, closing the space between them again. His mouth returned to Vegeta’s neck, once again sending waves of pleasure through him. One hand moved to hold his thigh, bracing him and holding his legs apart. The other hand guided his member to the prince’s moist opening, prodding gently.
Bracing himself, Vegeta flinched. He had seen Kakarot naked before, but he’d never seen him erect. He was massive- as Black tried to ease his way in, he couldn’t seem to fit.
“Just relax,” Black said softly into Vegeta’s ear. “It’ll hurt more if you’re tense.”
Vegeta hated being comforted like this. But, Black was right. He willed himself to relax. Finally, he felt the first couple of inches slip inside him.
“Ngh!” he grunted, feeling his anus stretch. He expected him to plunge in all at once, but Black paused to let him acclimate. He took deep breaths, willing himself to stay relaxed. Black took his lips again, distracting him from the pain with a deep kiss. His hand returned to Vegeta’s chest, stroking his nipples to keep him aroused and wet.
Once he felt that Vegeta was ready, he slowly slid in to about halfway. “Hahh…” There was a deeper pain as Black’s thick cock breached him further.
Black paused again, once more giving Vegeta time to adjust. As Vegeta took deep breaths to steady himself, he felt Black’s breath coming harder and faster as well. He felt the sense that Black wanted to ravage him, take him all at once, satisfy his own lust, but was holding himself back for Vegeta’s sake. He knew it was all to satisfy his sick power trip, but…the thought made him flush with heat.
“Hahh….Mmm…” he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a soft moan.
That activated something in Black. His mouth on Vegeta’s neck, he bit down hard as he gave Vegeta the rest of his length. Vegeta grunted as he felt the full pressure of his cock inside him. He felt full in a way that he had never thought was possible. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back onto the bed, feeling the length pulsing slightly from within.
In the time it took Black to compose himself, he sensed that Vegeta was ready for him to continue. He started at a slow rhythm, with each stroke pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back all the way in to the hilt. He kept one steadying hand on Vegeta’s thigh, the other hand reaching up to grasp the back of his neck, pulling him into another deep kiss.
Vegeta wasn’t expecting such…passion. He found himself leaning into the kiss, breaking away to catch his breath every now and then. Gradually Black’s pace quickened, the bed creaking as he rolled his hips harder and deeper. His hands moved to grasp Vegeta’s hips, holding him in place.
Soon, Vegeta couldn’t suppress his moans much longer. He cried out each time Black angled up into him, hitting his most sensitive spots. In his lust-filled haze, he imagined that it truly was Kakarot on top of him, fucking him the way he had always wanted. He strained against the ropes holding his wrists, hit with the need to hold him closer.
In the state that he was in, Black knew Vegeta wouldn’t try to fight him anymore. He released the ropes and Vegeta put his arms around his shoulders, encouraging him to go harder, deeper, faster.
“K-Kakarot…. Kakarot, mmmh…” Vegeta had shut his eyes, lost in the barrage of sensations. He had never been handled this way before, had his body so thoroughly taken control of, inside and out. He found himself raising his hips to meet Black’s thrusts, craving more.
He gasped as he suddenly felt a hand grasp around his straining erection. As Black continued his relentless pace, his hand pumped up and down Vegeta’s length between them.
The stimulation was too much. Vegeta barely lasted ten more strokes before he lost control entirely. His climax crashed upon him in waves, sending jolts through his entire body; he dug his fingers into Black’s back as he cried out.
Vaguely, Black felt hot spurts of his cum as it landed on both their bellies. But at the same time, he felt Vegeta clench hard around his cock as he came. He was barely able to pull out with each thrust, Vegeta gripping him with each wave of his orgasm.
He joined Vegeta in tipping over the edge. With one hand, he caught both of Vegeta’s wrists and pinned them above his head. He brought his other hand to the small of Vegeta’s back, angling his pelvis to take as much of him as he could. He snapped his hips to thrust deep inside him, deeper than he had reached before. He grunted as he chased his pleasure; all of his composure lost, his only thought to cum deep inside Vegeta. Barely in control of himself, he bit into Vegeta’s neck, some animalistic part of his brain wanting to latch on to him.
Vegeta was starting to come down from his own orgasm. Exhausted as he was, he was at the mercy of Black’s relentless onslaught. He fucks like a Saiyan when he really gets into it, he thought vaguely. He could no longer distract himself with the fantasy that it was Kakarot fucking him; no, he was now hyper-aware of the fact that this impostor, this cheap clone Goku Black, had just made him cum harder than he had in his entire life. He didn’t have time to be upset about it; it took all his remaining strength to try and catch his breath as Black practically fucked him into the mattress.
With a final mighty grunt, Black reached his own climax. Vegeta felt wave after wave of hot semen pour into him. With each wave, Black’s cock swelled and twitched inside him, rubbing against his still-sensitive organs-
The prince’s second orgasm snuck up on him. Never in his life did he think he would be brought to climax by another man cumming inside him, but it hit him hard all the same, his cock and anus pulsing as the final spurts of Black’s orgasm filled him.
Black collapsed on top of him, “H-hah….Did you just…come again?” he asked breathlessly, with a smirk. “From me cumming inside you? How lewd, Prince Vegeta.” Vegeta was too exhausted even try and come up with a response.
They lay there for a while, both of them spent entirely. The room was silent aside from their ragged breathing as they recovered. Black still lay on top of Vegeta, resting his head on his chest. Vegeta didn’t have the strength to push him off, or move, or do anything, really. He didn’t even want to think: about what had just happened, or the implications that it all carried. He certainly didn’t want to think about how much he had just enjoyed it. When the wave of sleep crashed over him, he eagerly rose to meet it.
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Some time later, Vegeta woke with a start. He looked around: he was still laying on the bed in the cabin. A pit of dread formed in his stomach as the memories of the night came back to him. But as he surveyed his surroundings, Black was nowhere to be found. Unlike last time, his limbs weren’t bound to the bed, either. Looking down at his own body, he was surprised to see that he had been cleaned up, and was even fully clothed. He was definitely sore in some places, but otherwise nearly no trace of anything remained.
He didn’t know where Black was, but he didn’t want to stick around- Who knew how long it had been since they had all first arrived in this fucked-up timeline? He had to find Kakarot and Trunks.
He was about to fly straight through the large window- it seemed like a faster and more direct route. But at the last second, he noticed a note on the table. He walked over and picked it up.
“Dearest Vegeta,
Many thanks for a fun evening. I’ve postponed exterminating your son and Goku until you join us again.
Looking forward to…playing with you again soon.”
…That bastard. Vegeta was going to destroy him if it was the last thing he did.