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The sound of water splashing against porcelain instantly grasped Goku’s attention. Though he was yet to admit it, it was one of his favourite sounds.
But only when it came from the Prince of Saiyans himself.
For too long, Goku had tiptoed around, trying not to make it obvious that he was a little more than observant when it came to Vegeta’s urinary habits. Thankfully the Prince had never seemed deterred by Goku’s presence, although Goku had never before been brave enough to do more than admire sneakily from a distance.
Today was different. Today, he was going to push the boundaries of their relationship to see how his lover would respond.
Passing through the open bathroom door, Goku waltzed right up behind Vegeta, his confidence peaking. He grabbed the Prince around the waist and pressed flush against him, his hardening member nudging up against his tail scar. Vegeta let out a moan of surprise as Goku’s lips brushed against his neck, involuntarily leaning back into his touch.
“What the fuck, Kakarot. I’m trying to piss.”
The was no true conviction behind his words, and Goku noted with satisfaction that his presence hadn’t interrupted the steady stream being released into the bowl. Without a word, Goku began to trace patterns on Vegeta’s neck with his tongue, whilst his hands snaked their way around Vegeta’s front. Feeling daring, Goku cupped Vegeta’s balls and gave a light tug.
Vegeta groaned. “Seriously, Kakarot. I’m going to piss on your hands in a second if you don’t remove them.”
A strange noise emitted from Goku’s throat, caught somewhere between a purr and a growl. He had no idea where this sudden bout of confidence had come from, but he hoped he could keep it up until he gained what he so desperately craved.
Vegeta froze, frowning. The only thing that continued to move was the bodily fluids gushing out of his cock. Realisation dawned on him, although come to think of it, he should have picked up on this apparent kink of Kakarot’s much sooner.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He felt Kakarot’s teeth sink gently into his neck, but the other didn’t respond. He was waiting; waiting to gauge Vegeta’s reaction. His lips twitching at the corners, Vegeta purposefully took his time before responding. “Heh. I’m afraid I can’t help you there.”
He could feel Goku’s lips take the shape of a pout before he even bothered to look.
“Why not?” Goku whined.
Vegeta shook the last few drops from his cock, hitting the flush before turning to face Kakarot with a shit-eating grin. “Because I don’t need to piss anymore.”
He walked to the sink, giving his hands a thorough rinse whilst his lover stood rooted to the spot, dumbstruck. Vegeta could almost hear the gears turning in his head.
“Wait… does that mean… w-would you want to..?” Goku wrung his hands together, his burst of confidence suddenly dissipating. Vegeta leant back against the faucet, eyeing the tittering oaf with devious satisfaction.
“Spit it out, Kakarot. Would I really what?”
He loved seeing his other half get frustrated when asked to talk dirty. It had never been Goku’s strong point, but Vegeta loved to pry the words from him anyway, just to watch him squirm.
“You know. Would you... pee on me?”
Vegeta held his gaze, and with it, his silence. Kakarot was just starting to look that little bit uncomfortable, and he loved it. Not bothering with an answer, Vegeta pushed off the faucet and sauntered out of the bathroom.
“Hurry up and get yourself ready. I’m itching for a fight.”
Goku watched the Prince leave the bathroom in astonishment. He had been so close to getting what he had wanted; why did he have to stumble on the dirty talk? He had a little hope, however. Vegeta did love to play hard to get when he knew how much Goku wanted something. Hopefully, that was the Prince’s plan.
*******
Vegeta grunted as another one of Goku’s kicks slammed hard into his abdomen. It was his own fault for not paying attention, but unfortunately something else was weighing down on his abilities today. Starting to feel uncomfortably full, he hoped Kakarot’s endless stamina would wear out soon.
“What’s wrong, Vegeta?” Kakarot taunted. “You struggling today?”
“Shut up, imbecile!” Vegeta furiously responded with a sucker punch to Goku’s gut, making him double over. That’s what you get for gloating, idiot.
Goku let out a pitiful whine, pressing his thighs tightly together whilst cupping his junk. “Shit, Vegeta. You hit me right in the bladder!” The pain that Vegeta had felt only moments ago was written clearly across his rivals face. He felt a wave of satisfaction at getting him back so perfectly. “Ungh. I think I’m gonna pee myself.”
“So go piss!” Vegeta responded, forcing his twitching lips to still. Without even bothering to drop from the sky, Goku whipped out his member and began a hurried stream into the dirt below them.
“Not here, you idiot! I don’t want to get knocked out of the sky and land in your puddle of…”
But Goku wasn’t listening. He was letting out audible sighs of relief as he emptied himself, his face contorting in pure bliss. Vegeta wasn’t actually mad. In fact his brain was now walking down an unusual path, one opened up to him by Goku’s newly revealed desires. It would have been pretty funny to watch Kakarot piss himself.
Vegeta scrunched his nose slightly as his dick twitched in his pants. Huh. He never would have thought that was something that would get him aroused. But here he was, unable to stop his eyes from venturing down Goku’s body, his ears admiring the hissing sound and splattering of liquid into the dirt below.
Finally, Goku finished his task, giving himself a few shakes before stuffing himself back into his gi pants. “Phew. Much better!”
Vegeta quickly looked away before Goku could notice him watching, trying to think about anything else to stop his arousal from growing even more. That was the only curse with wearing a skin-tight body suit; there was no way to hide it when he truly became turned on.
“Do you need to go too, Vegeta?” Goku asked. Almost hopeful.
Ignoring the obvious pressure in his lower abdomen, Vegeta shook his head. “I’m fine. Let’s keep going.”
Goku was about to resume his fighting stance when an obnoxious grumble rang through the air. He grasped at his stomach, the pitiful look returning.
“Vegetaaa. I’m really hungry. Let’s go eat instead.”
With a sigh of exasperation, Vegeta agreed. Once Kakarot was hungry, his fighting skills seemed to go to shit anyway.
“Fine. But we’re getting what I want today.”
Without waiting for a response, he flew off towards the nearest town, leaving Kakarot to follow with a smile on his face.
******
The Japanese restaurant Vegeta had chosen was a small, family run business on the outskirts of town. It was usually fairly busy, but he found the crowds were worth it, if only to get his hands on his favourite tempura donburi. Sliding into a little booth, the two Saiyans ordered a phenomenal amount of food from the menus, then proceeded to wait. Thankfully, despite their large orders, the staff never seemed to take long.
While Goku slurped thirstily at his melon soda, Vegeta eyed the glass of water in front of him apprehensively. He was parched after their training bout, and wanted nothing more than to gulp down the entire contents in one go. But that would be a bad idea. A very bad idea.
“Ahhh…” Goku slammed the empty cup back on the table, emphasising its deliciousness. “That was so good.”
Vegeta crossed his ankles, subtly adjusting his position to get more comfortable. He had to mentally tell himself that he could do this; this was just like any other form of training he partook in. All it took, was mental discipline. Mental discipline. He could do this.
“Whew! I could go for another one of those!” Goku burped shamelessly, giggling like a misbehaved child. His eyes darted to the glass of water on the table. “Aren’t you gonna drink that Vegeta?”
Mental discipline. Mental discipline. Mental… Ah, fuck it.
Vegeta grabbed the glass and allowed the water to wet his lips. Oh fuck, was that good. His throat worked furiously to intake the crisp liquid, completely disobeying his minds orders. Before he knew it, the glass was empty.
Well fuck.
“See, I knew you’d be thirsty. Here, let me pour you another!”
Before he could protest, Goku was already refilling his glass to the brim. The sound of it made Vegeta want to squirm. But that would be highly improper. So instead, he turned his gaze towards the kitchens, hoping their food would be out soon.
Goku rambled on about something as he usually did, but Vegeta was finding it hard to pay attention. All he could think about was how much he really needed to piss. When the food finally arrived, both Saiyans dug in with gusto. Without Vegeta realising it, Goku had ordered another two glasses of melon soda, one presumably for him.
“You gotta try this, Geta! Its so good.”
With a reluctant grumble, Vegeta took a sip of the striking green fizzy. Damn Kakarot. It was pretty good. He tried to sip it slowly as he ate, needing the hydration to aid in his consumption. By the time they were done, Vegeta took care of the bill, and Goku announced his need for the rest room once again.
“Are you coming?”
Vegeta resisted the urge to say, not yet. That would have flown right over Kakarot’s head anyway. Instead he shrugged, hoping it looked more carefree than it felt. “I’m fine. I’ll meet you outside.”
Goku looked a little put out by the fact. “Wow. You must have a bladder of steel. I don’t think I’ve seen you go all day.”
I fucking wish. The full feeling was becoming unbearable. They would have to get home soon.
Vegeta walked outside to wait, unable to stop the corners of his mouth twisting upwards in a smirk. Of course Kakarot was missing being able to witness the Prince void his bladder. He’d never really thought about it until now, but he usually pissed around Kakarot a lot.
Every time they were training, if either of them had an urge they would just let it go, often only feet away from each other. Even at home, Vegeta never bothered to shut the bathroom door unless he was taking a shit. That was something he didn’t think he would ever be comfortable sharing with an audience.
By the time Kakarot reappeared, Vegeta was getting desperate. He knew he shouldn’t have drunk that melon soda, but damn did it taste good.
Kicking off into the air was a struggle. He was unprepared for the jolt of discomfort that shot through his bladder, like a solid punch to his over-filled gut. The liquid sloshed around as he picked up speed, making it hard to resist squeezing his thighs together. Not long now, he thought. Not long, and it would be all worth it.
*****
A strange feeling stirred in the pit of Goku’s stomach as he flew home. Unease? Anxiety? Shame? He wasn’t too sure, but he couldn’t stop thinking about that fact that Vegeta didn’t seem to want to pee in front of him.
Did I upset him?
Horrible, uncomfortable thoughts ran circles around his brain, creating odd pangs in his chest. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to push the boundaries. Maybe Vegeta was actually disgusted by the fact that Goku wanted to be peed on, so much that he refused to even relieve himself around him anymore. Or maybe he just didn’t need to pee? But evening was falling, and Goku was sure that he hadn’t gone once. They had been together all day.
And even now, flying home, Vegeta seemed to be going slower than usual. So maybe he did need to pee? After all, Goku certainly hadn’t injured the Prince enough to warrant a decrease in his flying speed.
The intrusive thoughts accompanied Goku all the way home. By the time they reached the doorstep, he was already trying to think of an excuse to leave Vegeta alone so that he could do his business in peace.
Vegeta followed him through the doorway. Even his walking was slow and uptight. He looked tense. His heart hammering in his chest, Goku quickly tried to come up with an excuse to go back outside.
“Uh, Vegeta, I have’ta… Uh, I just remembered we need more firewood. I’m going to go and get some before it gets too dark. “
Vegeta stared back at him blankly. “It’s summer.”
Goku felt like an idiot. “Yeah, but um… it’s good to stock up right? I’ll just go and…”
Vegeta moved in on him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and speaking in a venomously low tone. “You’re not going anywhere, Kakarot.”
Goku’s breath hitched as Vegeta backed him further into the house. His eyes met with the unreadable expression of the Prince, unable to tell if he was angry or aroused.
“I-I’m not?” Goku stammered, trying not to trip as he was forced backwards into the… bathroom?
His shirt tore as Vegeta relinquished his grasp. “Get this off.”
Goku hastily obeyed, not at all sure where Vegeta was going with this. He was so anxious about having upset the Prince that his thoughts had completely disregarded the idea that this could be anything but a punishment.
Once the tattered remains of his shirt were laying on the ground, Goku reached uncertainly for his waist band. Vegeta’s steel gaze bore into him as he grasped him by the collarbone and gave him a hard shove. Goku yelped as he tripped over the edge of the spa bath, crashing haphazardly against the porcelain base. He was surprised it didn’t break.
“Ah, Vegeta! What the fu-”
“Shut up.”
Goku watched as the Prince slowly removed his gloves, not paying any attention to the half-naked body lying awkwardly in the bath. This made Goku absolutely certain he had done something wrong. He was frozen to the spot, his eyes wide as he continued to watch Vegeta undress. First the boots. Then the shirt. And finally, the blue spandex pants that Goku had come to love so much. Only once the Prince was freed, standing in all his glory, did he bother to finally look at Goku.
“You’re such a fucking brat, Kakarot.”
Goku watched nervously as his Prince approached, not daring to move. If he had bothered to pay proper attention, he would have noticed the slight bulge beneath Vegeta’s perfectly toned abs. Barely there, but just enough.
Vegeta grabbed a hold of himself, teasing his still-soft cock and balls.
“I can’t believe you had such audacity to ask me what you did this morning.”
Goku’s heart was hammering. Shit shit shit!
“Such a depraved and vile mind you have.” He climbed over the rim of the tub, crouching above Goku’s shaky body. His hand wrapped around Goku’s throat, his fingers lightly applying pressure.
“Vegeta, I-”
Slap!
Goku let out a low groan as Vegeta’s palm connected with the side of his face. It stung, but it felt kind of good too. His masochistic side enjoyed this kind of punishment. This… humiliation.
“I never thought you’d have it in you to want to stoop so low.” Vegeta continued, turning Goku’s head with his fingertips. “Imagine, the mightiest warrior in the universe wanting to be pissed on by the Prince of all Saiyans. Pathetic.”
Goku couldn’t help but let out a small whine. He was so embarrassed. What had he been thinking?
“You know you’re going to have to be punished for your despicable thoughts…” Vegeta’s fingers slid up over Goku’s chin and into his mouth. Goku relished the taste of them, slightly sweaty and musky from being inside their tight white gloves. He sucked on them hungrily, his eyes glued to Vegeta’s dark expression. The Prince’s eyes narrowed. “Answer me when I talk to you, Kakarot.”
“Yes, Prince.” Goku tried to mumble around Vegeta’s fingers, feeling saliva trickle from the corners of his mouth. Vegeta prodded deeper into Goku’s eager orifice, the pads of his fingers tracing along the roof of his mouth.
“Do you know what I think the best punishment would be for such a dirty, depraved whore such as yourself?”
Goku shook his head, now unable to get a single word out. His eyes began to water as the Prince deep-throated him with his fingers.
“Do you want to find out?”
Goku nodded furiously, his eyes half closed as he tried not to choke. If this wasn’t already punishment, he didn’t know what else the Prince could do…
Vegeta abruptly removed his fingers from Goku and stood up. Goku barely had time to open his eyes and register what was going on, when he was hit by something warm and wet in the face.
“Oh-!” Goku opened his mouth in surprise, causing him to splutter as Vegeta’s stream splashed the inside of his cheeks. Vegeta smirked with satisfaction, lowing his aim to let him adjust to the sensation.
“What’s the matter, Kakarot? I thought you wanted this.” The smugness was radiating off the Prince as he watched his rivals face contort in blissful shock. The sweet relief of finally voiding aided beautifully in admiring the unconventional scene below him.
Goku moaned loudly as Vegeta released himself against his chest. The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before. So hot. So wet. And the smell! It wasn’t even that unpleasant, just different. It took a few moments before he could finally bring himself to talk, and even then, the words came out jumbled.
“Yes! Uh, Vegeta… I want… Fuuuck!” Goku threw his head back, feeling Vegeta splash his warmth up the side of his neck. He had the sudden urge to taste it again. He stuck his tongue out tentatively, words failing him.
“Gods, look at you Kakarot. Such a needy, piss-deprived, slut.”
It was all Goku could do to moan in agreement, opening his mouth wider so he could taste the Prince’s precious fluids. Vegeta tried to restrict his flow, even just a little. He was enjoying this too much to want Goku to tap out from being overfed. He watched intently as his own urine filled Goku’s mouth to the brim then began gushing down the sides of his face. He wasn’t prepared to see Goku swallow.
Damn. His dick was hardening at the sight of it.
One of Goku’s hands found its way down below the hem of his pants, unable to resist the temptation of stroking himself.
“That’s it, Kakarot. Take it out.”
Goku obeyed, freeing his impressive cock from its confines. Vegeta stepped back slightly and lowered his aim, his stream connecting with the precious dick he had come to call his own.
Goku let out a groan of pleasure as the hot liquid sprayed down his cock-in-hand, soaking through the fabric of his pants. He was laying in a puddle of the Prince’s mess, so utterly amazed that he had managed to pee so much.
Vegeta could regrettably feel his bladder shrinking back to its normal size. Whilst the relief of such was euphoric, he didn’t want this to end just yet. Luckily it seemed Goku wasn’t going to last much longer either.
“Vegeta! Shit… I wanna cum!”
Seeing the third-class below him, red in the face and begging for his permission was almost too much to bear.
“Fuck yes, Kakarot. Cum for me.”
His dick had grown fully hard in his hand, and he knew Kakarot would have to do some serious repayment once he was done. Goku squirmed and moaned, pumping himself with reckless abandon.
“Vegeta!”
Thick spurts of cum shot out of Goku’s cock as he cried out the Prince’s name. At the same time, Vegeta’s steady stream began to fizzle out. He shook the last few drops from the tip, his cock now painfully hard. Goku panted against the white porcelain tub, completely at a loss for words.
Vegeta took the time to admire his handiwork. A lightly coloured sheen glistened all over Goku’s body, accentuated by the cum spatter on his stomach. His hair had little droplets still clinging to the ends, and visible streaks of liquid still dripped slowly from the corners of his mouth - whether from drool or piss, Vegeta was unsure. Kakarot’s gi pants had been completely soaked, the hem of them shoved haphazardly just below his hips. Puddles of urine pooled beneath him, trapped by his body covering the drain.
Fuck. Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk. That was better than he had expected. And by the look on Kakarot’s face, he felt the same.
It took several more moments before Goku could finally open his eyes, his breaths still trying to regulate. When his eyes met with the proud Prince standing over him, he couldn’t help but break into a goofy grin.
“Wow.” He tittered.
“Wow’s right.” Vegeta knelt down on top of him, coming to rest on his abdomen. He ran his fingers through Goku’s dripping locks affectionately. “Did you enjoy that?”
Goku gulped, nodding. “Yeah.” He was still breathless, and somewhat in shock that Vegeta had agreed to such an act. “I didn’t think you could pee so much.”
He was blushing. Vegeta couldn’t help but find him so goddamn endearing when he blushed.
“Well I did hold it all day. Just for you.” He added, knowing Goku would appreciate his thoughtfulness.
Goku chuckled bashfully, his hand reaching for the back of his neck.
“I thought… I thought maybe you were upset at me. For you know, suggesting this. When you didn’t want to pee in front of me today… and then you seemed really tense when we got home…”
Vegeta cut him off, laughing. “I needed to piss pretty badly. So yeah. I was tense.”
Goku smiled warmly, his eyes battering shut as Vegeta leant in to press their lips together. His tongue came out and started licking at Goku’s teeth, lapping up the remainder of his essence. With a final suck on his lower lip, he pulled back.
“I didn’t think you’d swallow it.”
Goku reddened slightly. “You, um… you don’t taste that bad.”
“Huh.” Vegeta ran his tongue over his lips. “I don’t suppose I do.”
Despite being aware of his throbbing member still begging for attention, Vegeta decided to savour the moment for just a little longer.
“Hey Vegeta?”
“Mmph?”
“Do you think… I mean, would you like it if I did this to you sometime?”
Vegeta thought about it for a moment. He hadn’t really considered it before, but maybe…
With a devious look, he leant back in to press his lips against the shell of Goku’s ear, whispering softly.
“I have something even better planned, Kakarot. But you’re going to have to wait to find out what it is.”