AN:

Okay, okay. Look, things have been...let's be honest. I had writers block and I've been busy with school. The story took a backseat to life.

I figured that since I'm not that busy this weekend, I'd update this story.

That being said, the same warnings apply as last time.

I don't know where this story is going or how it's going to turn out, and yes, some of you will be screaming at me about different things...but let's make something clear:

This is a dominant/submissive relationship. There will not be any of that "beat you to within an inch of your life and rape you to death" shit. There is going to be some disciplinary actions, but nothing that will have you clawing at the screen saying "you're sick lady!". I really am not that type of person...personally the thought of rape in general just creeps me out. It's never justified and Goku will never take it to that level in my stories. He's trying to break the prince of his arrogance, and the only way to do that is to push ALL of his arrogant buttons.

Vegeta hates/loves me for this.

Oh, and yes, there are the main contenders of some fics: Mpreg and Hermaphodites.

It's fine if you don't like it and can't see certain characters like that. I totally understand. However, it's not going to bother me if you don't read it. I'm not ordering you to. I respect your opinion and will be happy if you don't say so or express it in a way that is respectful.

However, if you have a need to voice your vulgarity and tell me off, thanks to this little DELETE COMMENT feature, that's all I'm gonna do. Delete your comment and go about my merry way. I'm too old for weird comments.

ALL RIGHTY THEN...

Chapter one cometh...with some revisions.

Simple Tactics

Chapter 1: Domination over Royalty.

There could be something said about the patience of a simple man. It went pretty far and it was hard to trigger something make that patience wear thin. Patience often led to endurance. Endurance meant outlasting the annoyance. Eventually the annoyance went away and life was peaceful again. Usually that's how it went…if one were normal.

Often a simple man was confused for a stupid one. There was a huge difference in the two, as one Son Goku could tell a person who bothered to ask him. No one did, so he never bothered to elaborate. It was simpler to let people assume either or. Goku lived his life as he saw fit and while others might have objected to his view of things and his lifestyle, there was no one to truly question it. He owed a lot of that to the nature of people and their inbred fear of what they didn't understand.

Sure he could be jovial. He was often more than not when it came to gatherings and being pestered about inane things. Everyday issues were amusing and the highlight of his day when they seemed to control the quality of one's day. Sure, everyone was entitled to having a bad hair day, but that didn't dictate one to lock themselves in the house and not come out until it was deemed worthy of sight. Bra was funny at times, but that…yes, that was a little much.

Yes he could be the life of the party. It was better to act like the party clown than to be bogged down with things he didn't want to talk about or see fit to. Everyone wanted to know everyone's business, and rather than be questioned and let slip that he wasn't as stupid as he led them to believe, it was best to find a bottle of sake, food, or a combination of both and keep his mouth shut somehow.

And then there was that little thing others tended to forget and remember in the heat of the moment; that thing about that simple guy destroying the earth if he wanted. Yes, it was a distinct possibility, and one they treaded on for weeks after things had settled down.

They had seen it often enough. It was the typical nonsense and even that got a little worn out after a while. Bad guy wants to rule the earth. Bad guy comes to try. Good guys come flying to the rescue. Goku knocks the hell out of them if he happens to be alive. If not, then the others get their asses kicked until one of them gets lucky.

Goku would never gloat on it. He didn't see the need. It was simpler to allow the others, humans and creatures alike, to believe that they could save the earth on their own. Sure he was at the head of the pack when the fighting got started. The others did work hard to afford something to the fight at hand. Yet…the reality of it sunk in much later on when Yamcha dropped out of the fighting, Tien vanished with Chou-zu, and Krillin easily passed the ball off to Goku when he'd gotten drop kicked once too hard. Then there were only Goku, his sons, Trunks, and another to fight the battles.

The thought of the other one made Goku's eye twitch ever so faintly. It wasn't often that a person like himself could allow people to make involuntary twitches of his face appear. Usually that was reserved for the jerk waiting to get his chest punched out of his ass. This person though; the arrogance alone could make him roll over in his grave, and he'd been dead often enough to do so. That haughty nature, the belief that he was conceived to be better than all, that he was of a different class and demanded to be treated so—it could be ignored. It often was.

At least until it had gotten them in serious hot water.

Goku found little tolerance for it now. It wasn't because the constant tirade was old, or that the quips about "lower class weaklings" did anything to deter his demeanor. It wasn't because they both knew the truth and neither of them thought to apply it to life and actually live it. He really didn't care what people did or said. It had no affect on him, or what he chose to do in the end. He could actually choose to walk away from it all and still no one could do much about it.

It was just one little thing. One simple thing that drove Goku nuts and it had been there from the very beginning when he first encountered the Prince. He'd noticed it once, and that small thing became a huge distraction and had been a major one as of late. It was so ridiculous. It really didn't make much sense.

Why would a smell push all wrong buttons anyhow?

"Hey Goku…you're drifting again…"

"I know." He turned to Krillin looking at him oddly and smiled a bit to throw him off. "I'm thinking about everything I want to eat is all. I'm starving!"

"Dude, when are you not starving?"

"When I'm fed. Duh."

Goku succeeded in making his longtime friend laugh. Safe to ponder once more, he sat back in his seat and concentrated on driving them back from the supermarket. This was a part of everyday life now. Since he'd learned how to drive, whenever there was a get together he'd be sent to get whatever groceries were forgotten. He was the only one who'd do so without much fuss. It gave him a chance to think about what he didn't have the liberty to in the company of others without them questioning him.

Krillin happened to tag along this time. Krillin didn't ask him questions like others would. He was content to leave him be, unless he was drifting for too long.

Goku took a right to get on the exit headed for Bulma's house. He felt his eye twinge at the thought of the Prince waiting…with that smell wafting off of him.

He didn't understand that smell, and he didn't want to understand what the smell meant for him. It disturbed the hidden beast within him and he wasn't sure if he could keep it under wraps for much longer.

When he got back to the house, it hit him harder than he would have liked. As such, Goku didn't have time to brace himself against it when the prince did appear in a show of arrogance.

"Oi, Vegeta….are you going to help with the groceries or what?" Krillin asked.

Vegeta snorted and helped himself to the bag with the ice-cream in it. "No."

"Hey, half of this junk is yours anyhow! You could at least carry some of it!"

The Saiyan Prince glared at Krillin, none too keen on being told what he could and could not do. The pint of ice-cream was directly in his hands now, so he had what he wanted. "Since when have you seen me tend to the groceries?" he asked. "Never. So why start now? Besides…you have this lummox over here to help you."

Goku felt something more than his eye twinge. He gritted his teeth and tried not to inhale anymore than he had. The swishing tail behind him stilled itself. He tried not to crush the bags that were in his hands. If Vegeta noticed, he didn't say anything of it. He simply turned and walked off, ignoring them like he tended to do.

Krillin huffed to himself. "Man…I don't get that jerk."

"No one does," Goku muttered. "Come on…Bulma will start screaming soon enough."

She was screaming long before. Goku smiled goofily at her plump face. She smiled back at him and didn't swat him too hard for taking so long to get the groceries. He also didn't mention that he had to go to three different stores to get everything on that list. He was well aware that half of it was for Vegeta. The cuts of meat were the telltale signs and the cost of them. Bulma wasn't looking for change, but he handed her back a good bit of it. She looked at him. Goku waved her off.

Simple men could afford what stupid men could not.

Normally he'd sit and chat with the others waiting on the food to hit the grill. Instead he headed into the house this time to place away the groceries that didn't need to be outside. Krillin started to come with. His wife deterred that, calling for him to come and help set up one or more of the nets they would be using for games. Alone with six plastic bags in hand, Goku jogged into the house and was knocked for a real loop when the smell assaulted him once again.

Had Kami been here as he had been, he would have been appalled to know why Goku uttered his name silently. Goku was slightly appalled himself. He struggled to keep a lid on that hidden jar within him and kept still for the time he needed to adjust.

He faintly heard the boys run past him, pestering one another. They'd grown a lot in the past years. Trunks and Goten had been friends since they were kids. It didn't look like that would end anytime soon. Goku was glad of it, and it took his mind away from where it had drifted. He smiled after them and his granddaughter running after them screaming about something they did. Trunks' laughter gave it away. They were guilty and weren't apologetic about it. Pan wasn't sorry either when she jumped on her uncle's backside and brought him down to the ground.

The house was empty from what he could see and hear. At least it appeared that way. Bulma's house was always huge and getting lost in it was a certain possibility. He'd been here many times before and he still could turn down the wrong corridor. However, his nose took him towards his destination unconsciously. It just happened to be in the direction of the kitchen.

Goku ducked inside, totally unprepared for what he saw.

The wife beater upon Vegeta's slender but muscular frame did nothing to hide the finer points of his body. His legs were bare, and Goku could be sure that the prince was sitting in nothing but his skivvies. He didn't have to see to know that those taut legs were crossed, baring nothing but well aware of what they barely covered. Goku mistakenly took a deep breath and regretted it.

Vegeta looked up from where he was perched not in the least bit phased at Goku's appearance. He scoffed at it instead, turning his gaze elsewhere. Spoon in hand and tongue steadily licking the sweet cream from the underside of it, the arrogant prince didn't see it coming until it was way too late.

When he thought about later, Goku would realize that he dropped the bags on the floor. His chest did something he'd only done once, and that was the first time he noticed that smell. It rumbled, purred almost toward where he was nearly vibrating, overcome with instincts that he'd shoved down for the sake of his sanity. Simple men were not stupid. There was a huge difference. Simple men could ignore, be free, and be trapped. Stupid men had nothing, knew it all, and often paid for their nonsense because of their impulsive actions.

This wasn't impulsive. It was over the borderline of instinct and clawing itself out of him quickly. That beast within him has had enough and it wasn't about to sit to the side for the sake of appearances a moment longer. It wanted out and it wanted out now. The prince didn't even see it coming. The fool. Had he, he might have had a chance to get away.

It wasn't likely.

Vegeta, dropping the spoon from his fingers, snarled up at Goku pressing him down onto the floor. "Are you fucking insane?" he spat. "Get the hell off of me!"

Hair in his eyes, Goku peered down at the prince. He couldn't know that the faint glow of gold circling his obsidian eyes alarmed the prince in any manner. Vegeta had a face of stone, but even stone eventually succumbed to its natural enemies. It started with the slight tremble of his arms. They were pinned under Goku's hands on either side of his head, immobile against the brute force that had taken over. He couldn't move them even if he had dared to try, and even that was suicide when the prince noticed the fangs. Granted, their race had sharper canines, but it was never that noticeable. Goku's were sharp, gleaming, and grinning wickedly down at the temptation of Vegeta's neckline. He could hear the rush of that heartbeat quickening to match the panic in the Prince's eyes. It only enhanced that scent…that fucking smell that made it much harder to think.

Vegeta lifted his knees to buck Goku off of him. It was a mistake he realized two seconds too late.

"Hn...that explains quite a lot," Goku said softly. The prince was silent, his red face saying it all. "Tell me…Vegeta…do you think I'm simple or stupid?"

"Kakorrot! Get off of me!"

"I will…once you answer my question."

He really wasn't expecting more than the usual answer. Goku wasn't disappointed, but he was amused at the effort the prince put into finding a clever way to tell him once again that he was indeed an idiot. Once Vegeta had rightfully run out of steam, Goku let his tail do the talking; cracking the flooring below with one sharp tap. He jerked Vegeta's stunned arms upward, pinning them over his head with one hand while the other pulled at the nearly non-existent undergarments hiding the source of that smell. The time for playing games was now over.

Vegeta stopped moving, frozen with absolute terror. "N-No...there's….there's no way…"

This close, he could smell Goku as he was. The smile Vegeta got was anything but kind. It was predatory, and he had his prey under his fingers. Memories surfaced; Goku was always standing in the direction the wind was blowing, but never close to him of within his sight. He never thought to smell him; Goku was never close enough and fighting with him only brought out the animosity. Had Vegeta not been thinking about beating that smug face in, he might have avoided this situation as it stood now; with him beneath Goku, his essence plucking the strings of Vegeta's nature in ways that made the prince highly uncomfortable.

Vegeta breathed in sharply as the elastic holding his undergarments was torn and ripped from his body. He didn't dare move when the rest was slipped from around his loins and left him open and bare for all of whoever decided to walk in on this. Much to his relief and horror, no one was coming.

"Oh…so you finally figured it out?" Goku asked. "Tell me…my prince…have you neglected to remind yourself that while there were classes…there were Alpha males?"

He hadn't heard that term in a long time, and to think that this lummox was one—

Goku smirked a little wider. Vegeta's silence was answer enough. Deft fingers tugged what was left of little garment from underneath the lithe sculpted body beneath him. They flew over in the direction of the bags and barely landed before Vegeta had his head tossed back, a silent scream caught in his throat. His hands flew from where they were once pinned, gripping that head of black currently between his legs and reminding Vegeta just what an Alpha was and why he avoided being dominated. His legs spreading themselves of their own volition was one of many reasons; forget his hips thrusting themselves upward in time to the tongue delving deeper with every pass. It was sickening to know that this lower class saiyan was a hidden gem of a race that was long gone, and that despite what he thought, Vegeta could not escape his own inbred nature of submissiveness.

Goku was a simple person; a simple person who knew what he was long before he was told about it. His time in the afterlife wasn't without merit. He found out a lot about his race, and it only confirmed what he knew instinctively. It was what put him here without question. It was what allowed him to completely bypass the laws of class and taste the hidden nectar of his prince without fear of ramification.

Vegeta was an arrogant spoiled person, one who surely didn't think for a second that he could or would ever be dominated. He never once assumed that the simple one, the lummox as he so often called Goku, would be the one thing that could and would do what came natural. Theirs was a simple race with a simple rule: Dominate or be dominated.

The fire had churned in his belly past the point of mingled pleasure and pain when Goku stopped. He tore his head away with a lick of his lips, a feral grin in his eyes. Vegeta lay beneath him flushed, panting and spread wantonly; his neglected cock hard and heavy against his abs and the hidden piece of his neglected nature dripping wet. The prince trembled, waiting for the inevitable…but it never came.

Goku sat up, licking the back of his fingers. "Delicious…better than I thought it'd be…"

"W-what the…?"

"Hm? Oh…it's not that simple, Vegeta," Goku purred. "It's not that simple at all."

He stood up then, eyes on his prize and the promise of something more lingering in his gaze. Vegeta couldn't quite understand what he meant. Hell, he didn't quite understand any of it. Alpha males tended to take what they wanted. They didn't care how or when, but they always took what they thought was within their rights. By nature, Goku should have been in the middle of—Vegeta's cheeks heated up profusely thinking about it. Either way, he should have been in the middle of being claimed without question, as so many others had. It wasn't something anyone prepared for. It just happened, and when it happened you went with it. Fighting it…made it painful.

Goku seemed to have other ideas. He growled softly, leaning forward a bit to knock Vegeta flat on his back once more. "It's like this. You only have to do two things." He held up two fingers, much like some overwhelming jerk would do to a person whom he assumed and treated like a moron. Vegeta didn't take kindly to the reference, but there wasn't much he could say on his backside with his bits out and vulnerable to Goku's possible change of heart. "Just…two."

Vegeta followed the sinking pit of his stomach down to the unfounded sense that he was going to wish he was in hell. "…what?"

"The first thing is simple. You will obey. And not just anyone," he said when the prince opened his mouth to say something scathing, "just me. You will obey me Vegeta…without question. I know you're capable of it, especially now…"

"What in the hell makes you think for one fucking second that I will even entertain the thought of some lummox giving me orders!" he spat. He regretted it the moment it come flying out of his mouth, but old habits die hard for a reason. He might as well see it to the end, death or otherwise. "You really think you have what it takes to be an alpha male! Then do what you're supposed to and spare me the mind fuck!"

Goku stilled, grinned, and put a hole in the counter walls next to them with his tail. "Two," he said as if Vegeta never opened his mouth, "you're off limits."

"Off what? What the hell are you going on about!"

"I said you were off limits. In other words…no one…fucking touches you…but ME."

"You must be fucking—"

"I'm serious, Vegeta. No one better touch you…not unless you like seeing limp lifeless bodies and being chained until you get my point."

Any other day, Vegeta would have laughed at him in his face and told him to fuck off. As it was, he didn't dare. The fool had punched a hole in the wall with his tail, and cracked the floor just as easily without thinking about it. The smile was gone from his eyes and his mouth, and all that remained was the unsung threat of a level four saiyan coming to the surface as the Alpha male he could and would be. Theirs was a race that did not tolerate what was theirs being violated, in the metaphorical and physical sense. It was one of the reasons why there were few Alpha males; they often killed one another over trivial matters.

Their chosen ones however; Alpha males did not take kindly to anyone—friend, foe, or indifferent— touching, looking, or even inhaling the scent of those they laid claim to. It was also the reason why the population didn't climb much. They killed without merit and held no qualms. Knowing this, Vegeta couldn't quite see Goku slipping into those shoes.

Goku proved him wrong before…and he proved him wrong now when his silence only sparked the nature to claim a little sooner. Though it wasn't as painful as being taken in such a fashion, being bitten in such an open spot as his shoulder was no picnic either.

"I mean it, Vegeta," he said pulling back. There was a bit of blood on Goku's fangs; the wound was deep and running freely, the blood staining the white wife beater, the floor, and Vegeta's pride. "No one. Better. Touch. You."

He got up then, on his feet and heading for the open doorway. Vegeta wouldn't have been who he was if he had just lain there. As it was, Goku swiftly moved to the right of a punch and turned in time to grab the prince by his throat. He slammed Vegeta into the nearest wall, grinning again as Vegeta clawed at his hands. "I knew it wouldn't be that easy," he said. "It wouldn't have been as fun."

Fun! He thought this was fun! "So…you're planning to kill…anyone…who touches me?" he rasped, determined to undermine this. There was no way he was going down like this! "Including your family? Mine!"

"Oh…that. Hm…I'll let you figure that out over the next couple of days. Until then…enjoy your freedom." He dropped him like a sack of potatoes; glaring down at snort he was given. "Do the smart thing….prince. It can be simple…or quite complicated for you. Now…put these away, and come outside in fifteen minutes. If you don't…well, Bulma won't miss the other half of her house much."

Goku left the bags, the prince, and the scent of his dominance behind him. Vegeta watched him go, confused, angry, and shamefully aroused by the display.

He knew Goku was a simple man…but the overgrown beast had finally run out of patience.

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