Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Patience ❯ Anniversary ( Chapter 13 )
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By: pixelgoddess 
In desperation, Vegeta makes a 'romantic' gesture. Does Goku appreciate it? Kitchen sex!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2008 | Updated On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
In desperation, Vegeta makes a 'romantic' gesture. Does Goku appreciate it? Kitchen sex!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2008 | Updated On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Patience
By Pixelgoddess
Summary - Vegeta has had his eye on Goku for years, but isn't willing to make the first move. Will either of them bend?
This started out life as a series of one-shots, with required sentences - first 'Why did you stop?', then 'I've been waiting a long time for this' and 'You wouldn't dare.' Now look what has happened - it's taken on a life of its own.
Pairings - oh please - I almost never write anything but Goku and Vegeta. What do you think?
Warnings - This is me you are talking about - expect smut and angst, pretty much in equal measure. With enough sap to thin it out. Goku/Vegeta. Sex. Kissing. Smut. Yaoi. (Does everyone know what that means?) And now that the cat is out of the bag - mpreg.
A disclaimer too? *sighs* Would I worry about paying my bills if I owned them? Hell, if I owned them, there would have been more naked Saiyans, more sex, Goku would have saved Vegeta, and the prince would have been the one to pound the lizard to a pulp.
Chapter 13 - Anniversary
Vegeta stared at his unmoving mate in disbelief. More time - he was supposed to have more time than this. He knelt beside him and brushed his fingertips gently over his cheek.
"Kakarott?" he whispered. How could he have failed this badly? He should have been able to do something to prevent this from happening. He felt the heat of tears gathering, distorting his sight, creating the illusion of Kakarott's eyelids fluttering. "Damn it," he muttered, brushing a hand over his eyes trying to clear his vision.
He opened them again, trying to think what to do, when he came to the shocked realization that Kakarott's eyes were open, and he was smiling up at him.
"Vegeta?" he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.
Before he could formulate a response, Kakarott reached up, and looping an arm around Vegeta's neck, drew him down for a kiss. Vegeta found himself too thrown by the progression of events to be an enthusiastic participant, concentrating more on supporting himself so his full weight didn't fall on Kakarott. As it was he found himself battling with anger and relief and he didn't know which one to react to more.
Kakarott released him and he found himself still bent over, glaring down at his mate. "You're alright," he stated. "Nothing's wrong with you."
"No…" Kakarott looked confused.
"They why are you on the ground?"
"Oh…" Kakarott said with a tentative smile, "I just took a nap."
"A nap," he snapped. "Do you think this is a good place to take a nap?"
"Sure. Why not?" Kakarott said, struggling to sit up. "It's sunny and warm…a perfect spot. I was on my way home and got really tired."
Vegeta helped him stand, frustrated that Kakarott didn't realize why he was upset. "It was sunny and warm so you just lay down and took a nap?"
"Well…yeah. What's wrong?"
Vegeta relented, rubbing his hand over his eyes in frustration; it was obvious Kakarott was completely bewildered by his anger. He took a deep breath, making a conscious effort to will it away. "You could have called me. I would have come for you. What if something had happened?"
Kakarott looked chagrined - apparently he finally realized just why he was so angry. "I'm sorry Vegeta. I didn't mean to upset you… I just--"
"I was worried, that's all. I'm allowed to be worried about my mate." He'd been so anxious for Kakarott to return, he didn't want to fight with him as soon as he got back. What if Kakarott got annoyed and went away again? Deep down, he knew he hadn't frightened him on purpose.
Kakarott caught him in a tight hug. "I missed you."
He sighed and returned the embrace, "I missed you as well."
Kakarott drew back, releasing his hold enough to tilt Vegeta's chin up, gently pressing their lips together. Vegeta smiled into the kiss; the affection his mate had for him was so obvious he wondered how he could ever have questioned it.
"Am I forgiven?" Kakarott whispered in his ear.
"I thought something had happened to you," he said in a low voice.
"I'm really sorry I upset you. I didn't mean to," Kakarott said, brushing gentle fingertips through his hair. Vegeta felt a pleased shiver pass through him at the touch. He had missed his mate; these five days had seemed like an eternity.
"Are you ready to come home now?" he asked.
"Yes," Kakarott said smiling, taking his hand and heading for the path. "I hear you went to the village while I was gone. What kind of food did you get?"
"Damn busybody," he muttered, allowing his mate to continue to hold his hand. "I knew she wouldn't keep her mouth shut."
Kakarott grinned over at him. "Are you planning something special?"
"How do you know I didn't turn around and eat it all?"
"You? Going shopping when there is already food in the house just so you can eat it all in a day? I doubt it. You're up to something."
"Could be. You'll just have to wait and see," he smirked back.
"So does that mean you're doing the cooking tonight?"
"Kakarott - you fell asleep in a fucking field. Do you honestly think I'm going to let you loose in the kitchen before you've had a chance to rest?"
Kakarott chuckled, "I think I'll take a nap in the woods every day then."
"Don't you dare," he warned.
"How are you going to stop me?"
"I'll tie you to the fucking bed if I have to."
"Promise?"
Vegeta turned in surprise to see Kakarott smiling widely at him; he'd never hinted he might actually want to play that game before. He smirked back, "Not if you are going to enjoy it."
"Awww…" He released his hand to wrap an arm around Vegeta's shoulder and pull him close, "Although maybe we should wait until after the baby is born."
"You're awfully damn cheerful. Did you get whatever it was that was bothering you figured out?"
Kakarott released him, looking thoughtful, and they walked side by side in silence for several minutes.
"I don't know if I have it all figured out," he finally said, "But I've made a start."
Vegeta felt an uncomfortable squirm of guilt. After all the good things Kakarott had done for him, it bothered him to be causing so much stress. There were so many things he wished he had another chance at.
"Kakarott… I never meant to pressure you into making me your mate."
"You haven't - I'm pressuring myself more than you ever could. I think I've wanted to be close to you longer than either of us ever realized - I just didn't have a name for it. I want you to be my mate, Vegeta. I think I've just been afraid of stupid things. And because of that I've hurt you."
"You haven't--"
"Yes I have. I keep doing it. I did today without even thinking. Since we've been together you've already found me passed out bleeding and had to save me from falling to my death… I can just imagine how it looked to you."
He shrugged, trying without much success to minimize how disturbed these events had made him. "You worry too much. It will be alright, Kakarott. We have all the time in the world. Everything will work out," he said, hoping he wasn't lying.
"What did you do while I was gone?"
"Trained. Beat up the Namek."
"As long as you didn't kill him."
"I would have, but I couldn't think of a good excuse you'd believe."
Kakarott grinned, "Nice to know something's holding you back."
"You just would have gotten those damn puppy dog eyes and moped until we wished the bastard back."
Kakarott stopped and turned to stare into his eyes. Vegeta felt a shiver race through him at the intensity of his gaze.
"You do know I would never leave you, don't you Vegeta? Piccolo's not a threat to you. I'm not going to abandon you for him or for anyone else. You're the one I've chosen to spend my second life with."
Kakarott must have been talking to the old woman - she used the same term with him. If it helped Kakarott figure out what was wrong he was all for it. She had reminded him how difficult it had been for him to adjust to his own second life when he first settled on Earth; maybe that's why he found this one - his third? fourth? easier to cope with.
"I know," he finally admitted to himself. "I think that's why I haven't actually followed through and killed him when he's been an ass." He paused. "But that old woman is a busybody."
Kakarott laughed. "I like her." He suddenly put a hand in his pocket, searching until he pulled out a capsule. "I almost forgot. This is for you. She said it was just in case."
"What is it?"
"Dunno. Granny Esme made me promise not to open it."
"And you always keep your promises." If this was what he thought it was, he was going to need it. All of his attempts so far had been complete failures; hell, he didn't understand half of the instructions. He would have liked to have made it himself, but it didn't look like that was going to happen.
Kakarott yawned. "I think I'm going to need a recharge soon. I'm still kind of tired."
"When we get home, you should take a nap - in our bed, where it's safe."
Kakarott grinned. "Really? I'm safe in our bed?"
He smirked back and brushed a hand over his mate's tailspot. "You are for a few hours at least. I want you to get some rest while I finish in the kitchen."
"I don't know if I'm disappointed or impressed. You're actually cooking?"
"Go with impressed."
Kakarott laughed. "Okay, you can impress me after my nap and again tonight."
"Are you going to be alright?" he asked, remembering Kakarott's nightmares. "What about your dreams?"
"I think I've got that under control now."
"How?" If he did, it was a huge relief, but Vegeta didn't see how it was possible - at least not within a matter of days.
Kakarott shrugged. "I'm not really sure how, but whatever Dende did seemed to help."
"Good."
Kakarott smiled at him. "Give me a kiss, and then I'm going to take you up on that offer of a nap. I've missed you and your ki and fully intend to have you give me a complete wake-up welcome home recharge when I wake up."
Vegeta grinned, "It's a deal."
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Vegeta looked around the kitchen and sighed. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Maybe he should have tried the flowers and candy first. He had decided to make a gesture to encourage Kakarott, but what the hell was he thinking when he decided to try cooking? Several hours later, the meal was finally ready and he had a much better appreciation of Kakarott's skills in the kitchen. If they'd had to rely on Vegeta's abilities they'd be living on a diet of spaghetti and steak. And grilled cheese - he was great at making grilled cheese.
He put the food on the table and shrugged. It didn't look as good as his memory of this meal, but it seemed presentable. At least it smelled okay. He doubted Kakarott would laugh at his efforts, but he still felt foolish; was he trying too hard? It was too much like trying to seduce a prospective lover - something he rarely had to work at.
He had decided to make more of an effort to convince Kakarott when Piccolo had warned him of what could happen if they weren't completely mated. That was when the seed of this 'romantic' gesture had been planted. He hadn't been completely convinced until his mate managed to scare the hell out of him again, even though it was accidental. He really had thought Kakarott was dead and he'd lost everything he'd been waiting for. Now that he realized he couldn't afford to be patient any longer he was determined to do whatever it took; if Kakarott needed human symbols in order to be convinced, he'd have to learn how to use them.
Vegeta stuck his head in the bedroom, not surprised to see his mate was still asleep. "Kakarott, dinner is ready in ten minutes. If you plan on showering before eating, do it now."
Kakarott peered out at him from between the covers. "That's not how I like to wake up. You should kiss me awake."
"You're already awake."
"But I still need my kiss."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, pleased his mate felt well enough to play. "I spoil you," he said, crossing to the bed.
"I know," Kakarott said, drawing him down for a slow affectionate kiss.
"Alright," he finally said, unwillingly pulling away, "go take your shower now."
"Aww, can't it wait a few minutes?"
"Not if you want any hope of the food still being edible, it can't."
Kakarott grinned and rolled out of bed. Vegeta smirked as his mate dropped his pants, bare ass swaying in the breeze on his way to the shower. One of them was going to regret cutting their kiss short, but at the moment he wasn't sure which.
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"Wow Vegeta," Goku said, finishing his half of the dessert, "I'm really impressed. You chose such difficult recipes."
Vegeta looked up from his own plate in surprise. Goku knew most cooking was difficult for him - he probably had no idea he'd made his task even more complicated. "I did?"
"Um hmm," he nodded. "The main course especially has so many steps and takes so much advanced preparation I almost never make it. It's been forever since I last did."
"A year," Vegeta smirked.
The contents of their dinner finally registered for him and he stared at Vegeta in wide-eyed surprise. "A year?" he whispered. "Vegeta…" That would explain why he had chosen to make these particular dishes. Goku had never been good with dates, but how could he have forgotten this one?
"Sorry, but I didn't make the dessert. The old busybody took care of that for me."
"You remembered?" he breathed, stunned.
"Didn't you?" Vegeta had the beginnings of a satisfied smile.
Goku shook his head. "No, I kind of lost track," he said apologetically.
Vegeta grinned and let him off the hook, "So did I. But you wrote the date in your cookbook…followed by many hearts and smiling faces. And my seal."
"You're never going to let me hear the end of that, are you?" Goku blushed.
"Nope," he said, rising from his chair and moving to stand next to him.
Goku looked up at him curiously, wondering just what the prince had in mind. He watched as Vegeta smirked and dipped his finger in the remnants of whipped cream from the plate, bringing it to Goku's lips. Goku touched it with the tip of his tongue, delicately licking away the sweetness. Vegeta smiled at him and bent to tease him with a much too swift kiss. Goku reached for his prince, intending to draw him back, but Vegeta drew away, wrapping his hand around Goku's wrist. Goku allowed himself to be tugged out of his chair and guided until his back was against the wall.
They grinned at each other, Vegeta continuing to hold his wrist with one hand. Using the other to tangle in his hair, he drew Goku down for a leisurely, completely carnal kiss. After long minutes he finally drew away.
"Why did you stop?" Goku asked, remembering the moment when his entire life had changed.
"I thought it was a good idea to stop before you passed out from lack of oxygen."
Goku chuckled and curled his arms around Vegeta's waist, drawing them together until their bodies were touching. "Has it really been a year?"
Vegeta shrugged. "A little longer…but close enough."
"You did all this," Goku gestured towards the table, "for me?" He didn't think it was a good idea to mention this was something Chichi would have done to be romantic. It was nice to know Vegeta could be just as thoughtful if he wanted to. He grinned with amusement as he detected the faint hint of Vegeta's cheeks heating - he had caught the prince making a 'gesture'.
"I had to eat too," Vegeta said lamely.
"I never would have thought of it - or imagined you'd do something like this. I like it," Goku said, kissing him, deciding it was better to acknowledge the special effort even if it did embarrass Vegeta a little. "It's very romantic."
Vegeta made a little groan, "Oh GodS, please don't tell the Namek that."
Goku chuckled. He really had caught the prince out. "You are so amazing," he said, brushing fingertips over Vegeta's firm jaw. "After everything you've been through and all the terrible things--"
Vegeta interrupted him, placing his fingers over Goku's lips. "Those were old lives, long gone - some were good and some were bad. They're not forgotten, but they don't control me. What matters now is this life. And I fully intend to enjoy it."
Goku experienced a surge of emotion hearing the prince's words. It still amazed him how much Vegeta could make him feel with a simple word or gesture. "Vegeta, I…" he began, not even knowing how to communicate all the passion he felt for his prince.
"Hush," Vegeta said, beginning to slowly unbutton the front of Goku's shirt, "You talk too much, trying to tell me things I already know. No more talking…" He kissed the hollow of Goku's now exposed throat. "Groaning and whimpering is acceptable," he said, his voice a deep rumble as Vegeta began kissing a path down his chest. "And panting. I really enjoy your panting."
Goku couldn't help but oblige, a wordless cry escaping unbidden when Vegeta's tongue slid over his breastbone, sending a pleasant shiver through him that reached straight through to his heart.
"Much better," Vegeta purred, tugging the last of the buttons open, sliding his fingertips over Goku's side in a long smooth stroke. Goku moved his arms, about to slide out of the shirt, but Vegeta caught it and pulled it back, using his hold on the fabric to draw Goku's head down. "Leave it on," he whispered before demanding a kiss, the intensity leaving Goku breathless.
Vegeta drew back and gave him wry smirk, his eyes traveling down to Goku's already obvious erection. He brushed his hand over it, chuckling at Goku's gasp before moving it to remove his pants. Goku moaned in relief as well as frustration when he realized his growing belly now prevented him from seeing everything Vegeta was doing. He felt the air hit his skin, giving him goosebumps as Vegeta slowly slid his clothing down, exposing more and more of his flesh. They puddled around his ankles and he started to lift a foot to remove them entirely, but Vegeta stopped him.
"Leave them," he said.
Goku raised an eyebrow in question.
"Keeps you from getting away," he smirked.
"I'm not going anywhere," Goku whispered.
Vegeta grinned and leaned forward, catching his collar again to pull his head down for another kiss. "I know," he said when he finally released him, stepping back just enough to eye Goku appraisingly. "I think I want you sitting down - right there. Leave your clothes on."
Goku looked at him curiously before nodding a smile and slid down the wall, taking Vegeta's hand to help him down.
Vegeta grinned down at his disheveled looking mate. His refusal to let Kakarott remove his clothing completely made him look even more enticing. His white shirt spread open, exposing his chest and belly and his jeans tangled around his calves and ankles, limiting his range of motion. He was tilted back against the wall, arms supporting him, legs splayed, his erection a tempting display.
"Very nice," Vegata purred. "I like you like this."
"You're still dressed," Kakarott said petulantly.
"You're talking," he chided.
Kakarott shrugged and made a lopsided grin before releasing a loud, completely artificial pant.
Vegeta snorted in amusement and began unbuckling his belt. Kakarott's eyes were riveted to his hands as he slowly released each button, teasing his mate with inch by exposed inch of skin. Before pushing his jeans down past his hips, he turned his back on his mate, grinning back at him over his shoulder. With an efficient sway and shimmy they quickly crumpled down around his ankles.
"See something you like?" he purred, moving seductively, teasing Kakarott. The tail of his still-buttoned shirt hid and revealed his ass, his hard cock still out of view of his mate.
"Not enough," Kakarott growled.
"Impatient. Chatty," Vegeta teased, bending to dig through the pockets of his discarded jeans. "Damn it," he grumbled, turning to face his mate. "Lube?" he asked.
Kakarott shook his head, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Damn it," he grumbled. "Stay there!" he commanded, leaving the room. "Don't move."
"I can't!" Kakarott called back, "Between the pants and the hard-on I'm stuck!"
Vegeta guffawed. A year ago Kakarott wouldn't have even said 'hard-on' out loud let alone admit having one. "Good. Stay that way."
"Like I have a choice," he heard Kakarott mutter as he rooted through a drawer in their bedroom. He returned a moment later, tube in hand. He paused in the doorway a moment to admire the view; Kakarott's eyes were closed and he was slowly stroking himself.
"Starting without me?" he asked with a grin.
Kakarott smirked back, "You took too long."
"You're just spoiled," he replied, settling on his mate's legs.
"And whose fault is that?" Kakarott teased, slipping his hand underneath the tail of Vegeta's shirt.
Vegeta sighed theatrically and handed Kakarott the lube. "Mine, unfortunately. It appears I have created a monster."
"A horny one, too."
Vegeta had no real response to that one, so he leaned forward, capturing Kakarott's lips. His mate practically melted under him, returning the kiss with passionate enthusiasm. Kakarott's curled fingers teased him, gliding over his skin under the confines of his shirt.
Vegeta's own hands were busy exploring; trailing sparks of ki as he traced the muscles of Kakarott's shoulders and chest. He slipped his hand behind, fingertips barely touching the sensitive tailspot of his mate. Kakarott froze for a moment in anticipation, gasping with pleasure when Vegeta relented and sent a wave of ki flowing through him.
"Do that again," Kakarott demanded, curling his fingers into the neck of Vegeta's shirt in order to pull him back down for another carnal kiss. Vegeta obliged, sending a spike of ki through his mate as their tongues touched. Kakarott groaned.
"You better put that lube to use soon," Vegeta warned.
Kakarott hesitated, "For you?"
He snorted, "Of course for me. You don't think I'd put stress on your body by fucking you on the kitchen floor, do you?"
Kakarott shrugged and grinned, opening the tube. "What are we going to do when I get big?"
"We'll be creative," he said, shifting to make it easier for his mate to reach his entrance. "There are lots of positions we haven't tried yet."
"Good," Kakarott said, teasing fingers just brushing over skin, "I'm already having problems fitting into clothes."
Vegeta chuckled, nipping at his ear, "So don't wear any."
"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you? Bare-assed and pregnant."
"Easy access," he grinned. "I-" He broke off with a pleased groan as his mate's finger slipped inside, reaching unerringly for the bundle of pleasure nerves.
"Too bad it can't happen to you," Kakarott said, continuing his teasing, "I'd like to see you bare-assed and pregnant."
"You'll have to settle for bare-assed," he gasped as his mate momentarily eased up on his preparations. "GodS, Kakarott, why are you taking so long? Hurry up and-" He was interrupted again by a hand stroking his cock, wringing a long shuddering moan from his throat.
He braced a hand on the wall, trying desperately not to collapse. He closed his eyes in frustrated pleasure, fully aware Kakarott was smirking at him, drinking in every changing expression as he was tormented with his mate's much too slow preparations.
He felt he was ready - hell he was well past ready - but still Kakarott continued with strokes that were much too slow and gentle.
"Damn it," he growled, patience gone. "Hurry up and fuck me."
Kakarott grinned, "Not until I'm ready."
Vegeta curled a hand around his mate's erection and gave a gentle, but warning squeeze. "If you were any more ready you'd have come already."
Kakarott's reply was a breathless laugh as he arched up into Vegeta's hand.
"Give me that!" Vegeta demanded, snatching up the lube. In a smooth motion he flipped open the lid, squeezed some into his hand, and coated Kakarott's erection with it. He lowered himself on his cock, teeth bared in pleasure at Kakarott's strangled cry.
Kakarott's hands went to his hips to control his movement, but he batted them away, rising up and lowering himself back down in a hard fast thrust. Bracing his hands against the wall, leaning over his mate, he built to a near frenzy of need as he rode Kakarott's cock.
Kakarott gripped the collar of Vegeta's shirt, jerking him down, their teeth grating together as they met for a desperate kiss, tongues tasting and demanding. With his other hand, his mate's fingers curled around his cock, firm strokes stopping it from bobbing with each thrust.
His arms were beginning to shake as he fought to hold himself up. Kakarott was moaning constantly, the sound changing pitch in time with Vegeta's own grunts each time he buried his mate's cock deep inside. Just when he thought he couldn't feel any more pleasure, Kakarott bit his lip, drawing blood, and a scream ripped its way out of his throat as he came, his mate echoing the sound.
TBC
By Pixelgoddess
Summary - Vegeta has had his eye on Goku for years, but isn't willing to make the first move. Will either of them bend?
This started out life as a series of one-shots, with required sentences - first 'Why did you stop?', then 'I've been waiting a long time for this' and 'You wouldn't dare.' Now look what has happened - it's taken on a life of its own.
Pairings - oh please - I almost never write anything but Goku and Vegeta. What do you think?
Warnings - This is me you are talking about - expect smut and angst, pretty much in equal measure. With enough sap to thin it out. Goku/Vegeta. Sex. Kissing. Smut. Yaoi. (Does everyone know what that means?) And now that the cat is out of the bag - mpreg.
A disclaimer too? *sighs* Would I worry about paying my bills if I owned them? Hell, if I owned them, there would have been more naked Saiyans, more sex, Goku would have saved Vegeta, and the prince would have been the one to pound the lizard to a pulp.
Chapter 13 - Anniversary
Vegeta stared at his unmoving mate in disbelief. More time - he was supposed to have more time than this. He knelt beside him and brushed his fingertips gently over his cheek.
"Kakarott?" he whispered. How could he have failed this badly? He should have been able to do something to prevent this from happening. He felt the heat of tears gathering, distorting his sight, creating the illusion of Kakarott's eyelids fluttering. "Damn it," he muttered, brushing a hand over his eyes trying to clear his vision.
He opened them again, trying to think what to do, when he came to the shocked realization that Kakarott's eyes were open, and he was smiling up at him.
"Vegeta?" he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.
Before he could formulate a response, Kakarott reached up, and looping an arm around Vegeta's neck, drew him down for a kiss. Vegeta found himself too thrown by the progression of events to be an enthusiastic participant, concentrating more on supporting himself so his full weight didn't fall on Kakarott. As it was he found himself battling with anger and relief and he didn't know which one to react to more.
Kakarott released him and he found himself still bent over, glaring down at his mate. "You're alright," he stated. "Nothing's wrong with you."
"No…" Kakarott looked confused.
"They why are you on the ground?"
"Oh…" Kakarott said with a tentative smile, "I just took a nap."
"A nap," he snapped. "Do you think this is a good place to take a nap?"
"Sure. Why not?" Kakarott said, struggling to sit up. "It's sunny and warm…a perfect spot. I was on my way home and got really tired."
Vegeta helped him stand, frustrated that Kakarott didn't realize why he was upset. "It was sunny and warm so you just lay down and took a nap?"
"Well…yeah. What's wrong?"
Vegeta relented, rubbing his hand over his eyes in frustration; it was obvious Kakarott was completely bewildered by his anger. He took a deep breath, making a conscious effort to will it away. "You could have called me. I would have come for you. What if something had happened?"
Kakarott looked chagrined - apparently he finally realized just why he was so angry. "I'm sorry Vegeta. I didn't mean to upset you… I just--"
"I was worried, that's all. I'm allowed to be worried about my mate." He'd been so anxious for Kakarott to return, he didn't want to fight with him as soon as he got back. What if Kakarott got annoyed and went away again? Deep down, he knew he hadn't frightened him on purpose.
Kakarott caught him in a tight hug. "I missed you."
He sighed and returned the embrace, "I missed you as well."
Kakarott drew back, releasing his hold enough to tilt Vegeta's chin up, gently pressing their lips together. Vegeta smiled into the kiss; the affection his mate had for him was so obvious he wondered how he could ever have questioned it.
"Am I forgiven?" Kakarott whispered in his ear.
"I thought something had happened to you," he said in a low voice.
"I'm really sorry I upset you. I didn't mean to," Kakarott said, brushing gentle fingertips through his hair. Vegeta felt a pleased shiver pass through him at the touch. He had missed his mate; these five days had seemed like an eternity.
"Are you ready to come home now?" he asked.
"Yes," Kakarott said smiling, taking his hand and heading for the path. "I hear you went to the village while I was gone. What kind of food did you get?"
"Damn busybody," he muttered, allowing his mate to continue to hold his hand. "I knew she wouldn't keep her mouth shut."
Kakarott grinned over at him. "Are you planning something special?"
"How do you know I didn't turn around and eat it all?"
"You? Going shopping when there is already food in the house just so you can eat it all in a day? I doubt it. You're up to something."
"Could be. You'll just have to wait and see," he smirked back.
"So does that mean you're doing the cooking tonight?"
"Kakarott - you fell asleep in a fucking field. Do you honestly think I'm going to let you loose in the kitchen before you've had a chance to rest?"
Kakarott chuckled, "I think I'll take a nap in the woods every day then."
"Don't you dare," he warned.
"How are you going to stop me?"
"I'll tie you to the fucking bed if I have to."
"Promise?"
Vegeta turned in surprise to see Kakarott smiling widely at him; he'd never hinted he might actually want to play that game before. He smirked back, "Not if you are going to enjoy it."
"Awww…" He released his hand to wrap an arm around Vegeta's shoulder and pull him close, "Although maybe we should wait until after the baby is born."
"You're awfully damn cheerful. Did you get whatever it was that was bothering you figured out?"
Kakarott released him, looking thoughtful, and they walked side by side in silence for several minutes.
"I don't know if I have it all figured out," he finally said, "But I've made a start."
Vegeta felt an uncomfortable squirm of guilt. After all the good things Kakarott had done for him, it bothered him to be causing so much stress. There were so many things he wished he had another chance at.
"Kakarott… I never meant to pressure you into making me your mate."
"You haven't - I'm pressuring myself more than you ever could. I think I've wanted to be close to you longer than either of us ever realized - I just didn't have a name for it. I want you to be my mate, Vegeta. I think I've just been afraid of stupid things. And because of that I've hurt you."
"You haven't--"
"Yes I have. I keep doing it. I did today without even thinking. Since we've been together you've already found me passed out bleeding and had to save me from falling to my death… I can just imagine how it looked to you."
He shrugged, trying without much success to minimize how disturbed these events had made him. "You worry too much. It will be alright, Kakarott. We have all the time in the world. Everything will work out," he said, hoping he wasn't lying.
"What did you do while I was gone?"
"Trained. Beat up the Namek."
"As long as you didn't kill him."
"I would have, but I couldn't think of a good excuse you'd believe."
Kakarott grinned, "Nice to know something's holding you back."
"You just would have gotten those damn puppy dog eyes and moped until we wished the bastard back."
Kakarott stopped and turned to stare into his eyes. Vegeta felt a shiver race through him at the intensity of his gaze.
"You do know I would never leave you, don't you Vegeta? Piccolo's not a threat to you. I'm not going to abandon you for him or for anyone else. You're the one I've chosen to spend my second life with."
Kakarott must have been talking to the old woman - she used the same term with him. If it helped Kakarott figure out what was wrong he was all for it. She had reminded him how difficult it had been for him to adjust to his own second life when he first settled on Earth; maybe that's why he found this one - his third? fourth? easier to cope with.
"I know," he finally admitted to himself. "I think that's why I haven't actually followed through and killed him when he's been an ass." He paused. "But that old woman is a busybody."
Kakarott laughed. "I like her." He suddenly put a hand in his pocket, searching until he pulled out a capsule. "I almost forgot. This is for you. She said it was just in case."
"What is it?"
"Dunno. Granny Esme made me promise not to open it."
"And you always keep your promises." If this was what he thought it was, he was going to need it. All of his attempts so far had been complete failures; hell, he didn't understand half of the instructions. He would have liked to have made it himself, but it didn't look like that was going to happen.
Kakarott yawned. "I think I'm going to need a recharge soon. I'm still kind of tired."
"When we get home, you should take a nap - in our bed, where it's safe."
Kakarott grinned. "Really? I'm safe in our bed?"
He smirked back and brushed a hand over his mate's tailspot. "You are for a few hours at least. I want you to get some rest while I finish in the kitchen."
"I don't know if I'm disappointed or impressed. You're actually cooking?"
"Go with impressed."
Kakarott laughed. "Okay, you can impress me after my nap and again tonight."
"Are you going to be alright?" he asked, remembering Kakarott's nightmares. "What about your dreams?"
"I think I've got that under control now."
"How?" If he did, it was a huge relief, but Vegeta didn't see how it was possible - at least not within a matter of days.
Kakarott shrugged. "I'm not really sure how, but whatever Dende did seemed to help."
"Good."
Kakarott smiled at him. "Give me a kiss, and then I'm going to take you up on that offer of a nap. I've missed you and your ki and fully intend to have you give me a complete wake-up welcome home recharge when I wake up."
Vegeta grinned, "It's a deal."
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Vegeta looked around the kitchen and sighed. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Maybe he should have tried the flowers and candy first. He had decided to make a gesture to encourage Kakarott, but what the hell was he thinking when he decided to try cooking? Several hours later, the meal was finally ready and he had a much better appreciation of Kakarott's skills in the kitchen. If they'd had to rely on Vegeta's abilities they'd be living on a diet of spaghetti and steak. And grilled cheese - he was great at making grilled cheese.
He put the food on the table and shrugged. It didn't look as good as his memory of this meal, but it seemed presentable. At least it smelled okay. He doubted Kakarott would laugh at his efforts, but he still felt foolish; was he trying too hard? It was too much like trying to seduce a prospective lover - something he rarely had to work at.
He had decided to make more of an effort to convince Kakarott when Piccolo had warned him of what could happen if they weren't completely mated. That was when the seed of this 'romantic' gesture had been planted. He hadn't been completely convinced until his mate managed to scare the hell out of him again, even though it was accidental. He really had thought Kakarott was dead and he'd lost everything he'd been waiting for. Now that he realized he couldn't afford to be patient any longer he was determined to do whatever it took; if Kakarott needed human symbols in order to be convinced, he'd have to learn how to use them.
Vegeta stuck his head in the bedroom, not surprised to see his mate was still asleep. "Kakarott, dinner is ready in ten minutes. If you plan on showering before eating, do it now."
Kakarott peered out at him from between the covers. "That's not how I like to wake up. You should kiss me awake."
"You're already awake."
"But I still need my kiss."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, pleased his mate felt well enough to play. "I spoil you," he said, crossing to the bed.
"I know," Kakarott said, drawing him down for a slow affectionate kiss.
"Alright," he finally said, unwillingly pulling away, "go take your shower now."
"Aww, can't it wait a few minutes?"
"Not if you want any hope of the food still being edible, it can't."
Kakarott grinned and rolled out of bed. Vegeta smirked as his mate dropped his pants, bare ass swaying in the breeze on his way to the shower. One of them was going to regret cutting their kiss short, but at the moment he wasn't sure which.
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"Wow Vegeta," Goku said, finishing his half of the dessert, "I'm really impressed. You chose such difficult recipes."
Vegeta looked up from his own plate in surprise. Goku knew most cooking was difficult for him - he probably had no idea he'd made his task even more complicated. "I did?"
"Um hmm," he nodded. "The main course especially has so many steps and takes so much advanced preparation I almost never make it. It's been forever since I last did."
"A year," Vegeta smirked.
The contents of their dinner finally registered for him and he stared at Vegeta in wide-eyed surprise. "A year?" he whispered. "Vegeta…" That would explain why he had chosen to make these particular dishes. Goku had never been good with dates, but how could he have forgotten this one?
"Sorry, but I didn't make the dessert. The old busybody took care of that for me."
"You remembered?" he breathed, stunned.
"Didn't you?" Vegeta had the beginnings of a satisfied smile.
Goku shook his head. "No, I kind of lost track," he said apologetically.
Vegeta grinned and let him off the hook, "So did I. But you wrote the date in your cookbook…followed by many hearts and smiling faces. And my seal."
"You're never going to let me hear the end of that, are you?" Goku blushed.
"Nope," he said, rising from his chair and moving to stand next to him.
Goku looked up at him curiously, wondering just what the prince had in mind. He watched as Vegeta smirked and dipped his finger in the remnants of whipped cream from the plate, bringing it to Goku's lips. Goku touched it with the tip of his tongue, delicately licking away the sweetness. Vegeta smiled at him and bent to tease him with a much too swift kiss. Goku reached for his prince, intending to draw him back, but Vegeta drew away, wrapping his hand around Goku's wrist. Goku allowed himself to be tugged out of his chair and guided until his back was against the wall.
They grinned at each other, Vegeta continuing to hold his wrist with one hand. Using the other to tangle in his hair, he drew Goku down for a leisurely, completely carnal kiss. After long minutes he finally drew away.
"Why did you stop?" Goku asked, remembering the moment when his entire life had changed.
"I thought it was a good idea to stop before you passed out from lack of oxygen."
Goku chuckled and curled his arms around Vegeta's waist, drawing them together until their bodies were touching. "Has it really been a year?"
Vegeta shrugged. "A little longer…but close enough."
"You did all this," Goku gestured towards the table, "for me?" He didn't think it was a good idea to mention this was something Chichi would have done to be romantic. It was nice to know Vegeta could be just as thoughtful if he wanted to. He grinned with amusement as he detected the faint hint of Vegeta's cheeks heating - he had caught the prince making a 'gesture'.
"I had to eat too," Vegeta said lamely.
"I never would have thought of it - or imagined you'd do something like this. I like it," Goku said, kissing him, deciding it was better to acknowledge the special effort even if it did embarrass Vegeta a little. "It's very romantic."
Vegeta made a little groan, "Oh GodS, please don't tell the Namek that."
Goku chuckled. He really had caught the prince out. "You are so amazing," he said, brushing fingertips over Vegeta's firm jaw. "After everything you've been through and all the terrible things--"
Vegeta interrupted him, placing his fingers over Goku's lips. "Those were old lives, long gone - some were good and some were bad. They're not forgotten, but they don't control me. What matters now is this life. And I fully intend to enjoy it."
Goku experienced a surge of emotion hearing the prince's words. It still amazed him how much Vegeta could make him feel with a simple word or gesture. "Vegeta, I…" he began, not even knowing how to communicate all the passion he felt for his prince.
"Hush," Vegeta said, beginning to slowly unbutton the front of Goku's shirt, "You talk too much, trying to tell me things I already know. No more talking…" He kissed the hollow of Goku's now exposed throat. "Groaning and whimpering is acceptable," he said, his voice a deep rumble as Vegeta began kissing a path down his chest. "And panting. I really enjoy your panting."
Goku couldn't help but oblige, a wordless cry escaping unbidden when Vegeta's tongue slid over his breastbone, sending a pleasant shiver through him that reached straight through to his heart.
"Much better," Vegeta purred, tugging the last of the buttons open, sliding his fingertips over Goku's side in a long smooth stroke. Goku moved his arms, about to slide out of the shirt, but Vegeta caught it and pulled it back, using his hold on the fabric to draw Goku's head down. "Leave it on," he whispered before demanding a kiss, the intensity leaving Goku breathless.
Vegeta drew back and gave him wry smirk, his eyes traveling down to Goku's already obvious erection. He brushed his hand over it, chuckling at Goku's gasp before moving it to remove his pants. Goku moaned in relief as well as frustration when he realized his growing belly now prevented him from seeing everything Vegeta was doing. He felt the air hit his skin, giving him goosebumps as Vegeta slowly slid his clothing down, exposing more and more of his flesh. They puddled around his ankles and he started to lift a foot to remove them entirely, but Vegeta stopped him.
"Leave them," he said.
Goku raised an eyebrow in question.
"Keeps you from getting away," he smirked.
"I'm not going anywhere," Goku whispered.
Vegeta grinned and leaned forward, catching his collar again to pull his head down for another kiss. "I know," he said when he finally released him, stepping back just enough to eye Goku appraisingly. "I think I want you sitting down - right there. Leave your clothes on."
Goku looked at him curiously before nodding a smile and slid down the wall, taking Vegeta's hand to help him down.
Vegeta grinned down at his disheveled looking mate. His refusal to let Kakarott remove his clothing completely made him look even more enticing. His white shirt spread open, exposing his chest and belly and his jeans tangled around his calves and ankles, limiting his range of motion. He was tilted back against the wall, arms supporting him, legs splayed, his erection a tempting display.
"Very nice," Vegata purred. "I like you like this."
"You're still dressed," Kakarott said petulantly.
"You're talking," he chided.
Kakarott shrugged and made a lopsided grin before releasing a loud, completely artificial pant.
Vegeta snorted in amusement and began unbuckling his belt. Kakarott's eyes were riveted to his hands as he slowly released each button, teasing his mate with inch by exposed inch of skin. Before pushing his jeans down past his hips, he turned his back on his mate, grinning back at him over his shoulder. With an efficient sway and shimmy they quickly crumpled down around his ankles.
"See something you like?" he purred, moving seductively, teasing Kakarott. The tail of his still-buttoned shirt hid and revealed his ass, his hard cock still out of view of his mate.
"Not enough," Kakarott growled.
"Impatient. Chatty," Vegeta teased, bending to dig through the pockets of his discarded jeans. "Damn it," he grumbled, turning to face his mate. "Lube?" he asked.
Kakarott shook his head, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Damn it," he grumbled. "Stay there!" he commanded, leaving the room. "Don't move."
"I can't!" Kakarott called back, "Between the pants and the hard-on I'm stuck!"
Vegeta guffawed. A year ago Kakarott wouldn't have even said 'hard-on' out loud let alone admit having one. "Good. Stay that way."
"Like I have a choice," he heard Kakarott mutter as he rooted through a drawer in their bedroom. He returned a moment later, tube in hand. He paused in the doorway a moment to admire the view; Kakarott's eyes were closed and he was slowly stroking himself.
"Starting without me?" he asked with a grin.
Kakarott smirked back, "You took too long."
"You're just spoiled," he replied, settling on his mate's legs.
"And whose fault is that?" Kakarott teased, slipping his hand underneath the tail of Vegeta's shirt.
Vegeta sighed theatrically and handed Kakarott the lube. "Mine, unfortunately. It appears I have created a monster."
"A horny one, too."
Vegeta had no real response to that one, so he leaned forward, capturing Kakarott's lips. His mate practically melted under him, returning the kiss with passionate enthusiasm. Kakarott's curled fingers teased him, gliding over his skin under the confines of his shirt.
Vegeta's own hands were busy exploring; trailing sparks of ki as he traced the muscles of Kakarott's shoulders and chest. He slipped his hand behind, fingertips barely touching the sensitive tailspot of his mate. Kakarott froze for a moment in anticipation, gasping with pleasure when Vegeta relented and sent a wave of ki flowing through him.
"Do that again," Kakarott demanded, curling his fingers into the neck of Vegeta's shirt in order to pull him back down for another carnal kiss. Vegeta obliged, sending a spike of ki through his mate as their tongues touched. Kakarott groaned.
"You better put that lube to use soon," Vegeta warned.
Kakarott hesitated, "For you?"
He snorted, "Of course for me. You don't think I'd put stress on your body by fucking you on the kitchen floor, do you?"
Kakarott shrugged and grinned, opening the tube. "What are we going to do when I get big?"
"We'll be creative," he said, shifting to make it easier for his mate to reach his entrance. "There are lots of positions we haven't tried yet."
"Good," Kakarott said, teasing fingers just brushing over skin, "I'm already having problems fitting into clothes."
Vegeta chuckled, nipping at his ear, "So don't wear any."
"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you? Bare-assed and pregnant."
"Easy access," he grinned. "I-" He broke off with a pleased groan as his mate's finger slipped inside, reaching unerringly for the bundle of pleasure nerves.
"Too bad it can't happen to you," Kakarott said, continuing his teasing, "I'd like to see you bare-assed and pregnant."
"You'll have to settle for bare-assed," he gasped as his mate momentarily eased up on his preparations. "GodS, Kakarott, why are you taking so long? Hurry up and-" He was interrupted again by a hand stroking his cock, wringing a long shuddering moan from his throat.
He braced a hand on the wall, trying desperately not to collapse. He closed his eyes in frustrated pleasure, fully aware Kakarott was smirking at him, drinking in every changing expression as he was tormented with his mate's much too slow preparations.
He felt he was ready - hell he was well past ready - but still Kakarott continued with strokes that were much too slow and gentle.
"Damn it," he growled, patience gone. "Hurry up and fuck me."
Kakarott grinned, "Not until I'm ready."
Vegeta curled a hand around his mate's erection and gave a gentle, but warning squeeze. "If you were any more ready you'd have come already."
Kakarott's reply was a breathless laugh as he arched up into Vegeta's hand.
"Give me that!" Vegeta demanded, snatching up the lube. In a smooth motion he flipped open the lid, squeezed some into his hand, and coated Kakarott's erection with it. He lowered himself on his cock, teeth bared in pleasure at Kakarott's strangled cry.
Kakarott's hands went to his hips to control his movement, but he batted them away, rising up and lowering himself back down in a hard fast thrust. Bracing his hands against the wall, leaning over his mate, he built to a near frenzy of need as he rode Kakarott's cock.
Kakarott gripped the collar of Vegeta's shirt, jerking him down, their teeth grating together as they met for a desperate kiss, tongues tasting and demanding. With his other hand, his mate's fingers curled around his cock, firm strokes stopping it from bobbing with each thrust.
His arms were beginning to shake as he fought to hold himself up. Kakarott was moaning constantly, the sound changing pitch in time with Vegeta's own grunts each time he buried his mate's cock deep inside. Just when he thought he couldn't feel any more pleasure, Kakarott bit his lip, drawing blood, and a scream ripped its way out of his throat as he came, his mate echoing the sound.
TBC