"Vegeta..." Goku gasped.
"Ah ah, Kakkarot. You forget I'm your Prince. And I command you to do my bidding. And that means you cannot move till I say so," Vegeta whispered into Goku's ear. Sharp fangs nipped Goku's ear, then a fold of skin between his neck and shoulder. Goku squirmed, but Vegeta's hands suddenly pinned his wrists.
"Vegeta... I can't see a thing," Goku protested.
"Don't look, just feel..." Vegeta purred.
Super Saiyan Four Vegeta pressed him down with hands on either shoulder. He heard the rustling crackle of sticks just near his shoulder. Vegeta crouched down next to Goku's left hip. Passing his arm under Goku neck he then swung his leg over Goku's hip. Still half blinded, all Goku could do was sense the weight of someone shifting on his pelvis. Slick leather pants rubbed against his baggy ones as before, generating strange friction.
"Looks like I'm on top of the situation, Kakkarot," Vegeta chuckled mischievously.
Goku let Vegeta reposition his hands on either side of his head. He sniffed ozone generated from tingling ki shackles creeping around either wrist, along with twin rings over his ankles. Something struck him as oddly familiar about this whole predicament. The last time Vegeta had imprisoned Goku in this manner he had backhanded Goku viciously on either cheek hard enough to nearly dislocate his neck from his shoulders.
Fortunately this time Vegeta had anything but revenge in mind. Realizing the shift from violence to lasciviousness, Goku inwardly rejoiced. As long as Vegeta focused on sating his sexual urges, the Prince would refrain from destroying the very life he had created on Earth. Just what form that life would take after today was beyond Goku's reckoning. If he closed his eyes tightly he could envision Chichi's angry tight lipped expression staring at him. Only hours after he returned he had sat down at dinner. Goten was off training with Trunks so they where alone.
His eyes swam with tears at the bitter memories. Vegeta through the rapport they had forged unwittingly suddenly absorbed the barbs. The Prince had no desire to stop what he next saw from Goku's memories, because he owed it to the third class for his own understanding.
With her back to him, Chichi asked, "So care to explain where you were the past few days? Another training mission? Bulma was calling asking if I'd seen you, and Uub..."
"We have to talk, Chichi," Goku said seriously. Like the honest soul he was, Goku could not hold the secret inside like Vegeta could. Eventually she would know. As Goku uttered the words, the tray Chichi carried slipped from her hands. Crockery smashed on the floor, scattering the prepared dinner on the newly washed floor. For the first few seconds Chichi stood rooted to one spot, her eyes wide open. Next she twitched spasmodically before threading her fingers in her hair and letting out a cry resembling the one she had uttered so many years ago. Back when she discovered Goku was dead, and Gohan was training with their then sworn enemy Piccolo.
"How could you? How could you LET him violate you like that, Goku?" Chichi's voice stung sharply in his ears.
"I couldn't stop him," Goku answered, gaze slightly averted.
It was then that Chichi moved, and quickly. Dishes set out on the table rattled with the force of her fist pounding into it. Goku leapt up from his chair as she ranted, "You're the strongest man in the world, the universe, and you just LET that monster rape you? What kind of a warrior ARE you? You LET him do that?"
At the mention of the word 'monster' and 'Vegeta' used in the same sentence, Goku's eyes narrowed. Fear of his wife's sharp tongue-lashing melted away with his own look of anger. He had never liked Chichi calling people names, and often had dissuaded her from bugging Gohan when he could catch her.
