DBZ CROSS ANGE: PRINCESS IN PRISON x SAIYAN GOD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Cross Ange, Dragon Ball Z, or Ghost Nappa. They're all owned by their respective manga artists/anime companies. Ghost Nappa is owned by TeamFourStar.

GHOST NAPPA: Vegeta, what does the stats page say about his view count?

VEGETA: IT'S OVER 9,000!

DBZ & CROSS ANGE SPECIAL: Vegeta's Gift

It has been a week since the permanent defeat of Embryo, and everyone is still celebrating, except for one person. Vegeta was bored out of his mind. All of his girlfriends were celebrating, so sex was out. None of the Gods were willing to fight him, as they were all too busy, so that was a bust. Heck, even Goku was unwilling to fight, as he was either constantly having sex with Ange or eati-partying with the rest.

'Dammit! I know that I can just turn the boredom off, but I don't want to! Ugh, this is so infuriating! I swear that I am just about ready to take their free will and bend it to my own! I'd even go as far as to create a second Kakarot!' Vegeta mentally cursed while leaning against a faraway tree.

Just then, The Saiyan God/Prince recalled having a gift for Ange and Goku. He had actually meant to give this to the two earlier, but the timing hadn't been right.

Suddenly, a dark grin formed on Vegeta's face. "I do believe that I have just found the cure to my boredom."

With Goku and Ange:

The pure-hearted Saiyan God and the exiled Misurugi Princess had just finished dinner and were heading back to their room.

"That was a great meal, as always!" Goku happily exclaimed.

Ange turned her head towards him and smirked. "Yeah, and as always, you and Vegeta cleared out about half of the food," She stated.

The pure-hearted Saiyan God laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, it's just so good!"

"It's not like it matters, really. You always make more food appear from thin air, so everyone still gets plenty to eat. I just hope you saved enough room for 'dessert'," The exiled Misurugi Princess replied seductively.

Goku immediately understood what she meant by that. "Definitely!" He happily exclaimed as they arrived at their destination.

The pure-hearted Saiyan God opened the door to their room, only for his jaw to slam into the floor at the sight before him. In the center of said room, Vegeta was standing next to a strange contraption. It had wrist shackles hanging from a wooden beam that was attached to the ceiling. It was also supported by two more wooden beams, which reached from the ceiling to the ground. At the bottom was a heavy metal ball and chain which connected to two shackles for the feet.

"Ve-Vegeta?! What are you doing here?" Goku asked with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"W-W-What is that?!" Ange, who had just poked her head out from behind Goku, asked as a heavy blush of embarrassment formed on her face.

Vegeta smirked at his clueless rival/friend. "Well, Kakarot, back when we raided the Misurugi Royal Palace, your wife's yonger sibling placed Lizardia by this contraption and beat the Hell out of her. I saw this and acted in accordance to my beliefs. In other words, the little brat is now permanently braindead from the amount of pain that I put her mind through."

"YOU DID WHAAAAAAT?!" Both Ange and Goku screamed out in shock, their eyeballs stretching/shooting 4 inches from their sockets.

"SHUT IT AND LISTEN!" Vegeta roared at the two, who both immediately complied. "As I was saying, I took care of the little brat and freed Lizardia. As we left, I thought that it would be something that your dear wife would greatly appreciate. Therefore, I took the liberty of teleporting one of those things here while you were both eating. Think of it as a...gift," He finished with an amused, knowing grin on his face.

"Gee, thanks. You shouldn't have...," Goku deadpanned sarcastically

Vegeta snickered at his fellow Saiyan God's response. "Oh, but I did. Oh, and Ange, your secret is safe with me," He stated before turning around and exiting the residence of Goku and Ange.

Ange is now completely naked. She dangles in mid-air by her wrists, which are shackled to the ceiling. This makes it extremely uncomfortable for her dainty little hands and fingers, which she rubs together gently. Her ankles are shackled to a heavy ball-and-chain that resides on the floor. Said ball-and-chain puts a massive strain on her soft, smooth, and sensitive feet and toes to the point that her two big toes are pulled up while her eight little ones are pushed down/curled in.

One would think that the exiled Misurugi Princess would be screaming in pain.

Oh, Ange was definitely screaming, but not out of pain.

"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OHHHH, GOKUUUUUUUU!" Angelise Ikaruga Misurugi Son screamed as cum now surged forth from her pussy and onto the monster cock of the pure-hearted Saiyan God.

Suddenly, the pupils in Goku's eyes changed color, going from black to an icy blue, along with his eyebrows and hair (pubic hair included, assuming that Saiyans actually have any down there). An icy blue aura with blue bioelectricity formed around him before covering Ange as well.

"ANGEEEEEE!" Goku roared passionately, transforming into his True Super Saiyan God form (Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan) and unleashed massive amounts of sperm inside of his wife.

The two lovers had just climaxed for the fourth time in the last 10 minutes. The first time was from Ange giving a handjob to Goku, who returned the favor. The second time was when she gave him a footjob, which just resulted in both of them climaxing without the pure-hearted Saiyan God even having to do anything in return. The third time was when the exiled Misurugi Princess gave a blowjob her pure-hearted Super Saiyan God, who returned the favor by licking her nether lips. Now, the two had just finished making love and climaxed for the fourth and final time. Throughout all of this, Ange was chained to their new "gift" from the Misurugi dungeon.

As soon as the two finished having sex, Goku, who had altered his personality so that he'd be okay with Ange's request to "test" their new "gift" while they made love to each other, immediately unchains her and picks her up before carrying her over to their bed with a pained look on his face. Although he accepts this kinky side of the 16 year old Misurugi Princess, he does not like it, considering how painful it looks.

Ange then notices her husband's somber look and wraps him into a hug. "Please don't feel bad, Goku. I had a wonderful time, and it wasn't painful at all." She whispered into his ear.

"I know, but I just can't help it. I never want to cause you pain, and I don't think that I could ever forgive myself if I do," Goku told the 16 year old love of his life.

The pure-hearted Saiyan God's wife suddenly pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. "You are so sweet, Goku. I love you so much," She told him when they broke the kiss.

"Ange...," Goku trailed off lovingly and kissed his wife before he continued where he left off. "Can I get rid of Vegeta's 'gift' now?"

The exiled Misurugi Princess face-faulted. "No, never!" She yelled angrily.

"Why me?" Goku asked as comical anime tears flowed down his face like waterfalls.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was laughing his ass off while standing just outside the door of Goku and Ange. "Best! Day! Ever! Hahahaha!"

END.

Peace out, and thank you all for OVER 9,000 views for this story! XD My mentality is a lot like President Donald J. Trump, only batshit-insane, because (in 4 years I will be old enough to run for U.S. President, and I probably will try to so that I can strip on national television during the middle of a debate for the lolz-well, it'd make ME fall over in a hysterical fit of laughter, anyways) as president, I would fire nukes into the Atlantic Ocean because "big boom make president happy" (and it won't kill anyone if I fire one into the ocean; I mean, I may be completely loony and prone to severely maiming someone/something if he/she/it-"something" & "it" are in reference to something non-human, like a wolf if it attacks me-pisses me off enough, but I'm not a killer), attend meetings with world leaders butt-naked (THAT would amuse me to no end), and start a fecal war with N. Korea for (my own) shits & giggles. Hell, even if I don't become president, I'll still make history by being the 1st presidential candidate to strip on national television. It amuses me.