Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Well, hope your hopes about this being very interesting were correct.

 

 

Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (beta-read by achillona)

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money of this.

Warnings: Yaoi, male/male. Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 4

 

First thing he was aware of after he woke up was that Kakarott wasn't in the bed. He quickly scanned the small room, but Kakarott wasn't in his own bed either. Then he startled at the horrible crash from coming somewhere in the kitchen.

 

“You sure had to fall didn't you?” Kakarott's voice wafted.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes - Kakarott was arguing with the pots again. Kakarott's ability to find intelligence in inanimate objects was slightly disturbing. But only slightly because after some time living on the Earth he'd already gotten used to people talking to their cars, computers, plants or even their own body. The Woman had twelve curse words to entertain her computer. Although he had never noticed that after the conversation it worked any better, the Woman seemed to be fond of her habit.

 

Vegeta crawled off the bed. He grabbed a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around his midsection. The prince padded to the kitchen door and stuck his head through it. He observed Kakarott who was still deeply immersed into the tête-à-tête and was threatening the pot with a massive portion of the chicken. Kakarott was making something similar to stewed chicken with potatoes and salad. Good, he was hungry. But where did Kakarott get the stuff? How long did he sleep?

 

Vegeta turned to the window. Oh…almost evening… Vegeta blinked at the window. He had slept almost the whole day. Actually not very surprising, he had been very tired: the fight with Norayn's warriors, stupid fight with Kakarott, panic attack, maddening sex with Kakarott. They went to sleep…when? At four or five?

 

Goku raised his head from the tomato he had been cutting and turned around. “Morning,” Goku purred at half-naked Vegeta. Goku motioned his hand to the pot in the oven. “We'll be having supper in about half an hour.”

 

The prince's brown tail swished high in the air in his own greeting. “I'll go to the lake.” Vegeta scratched his cheek not sure how to proceed without making Goku upset.

 

Goku saw his hesitation. “Yeah, I know. We need a new modern house. With a bathroom and several more rooms. Our family is going to get bigger… These things Bulma gave us are good, but it's not enough. Don't worry, I'll try to think of something.”

 

Vegeta leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. “First, I'm not worried at all. Second, WE are going to think of something, because it's `WE' who need a new house.”

 

Goku shrugged and went on slicing cucumbers. “I'm not patronizing you. It just happens that somehow you are pregnant, and somehow with my child. It might be a bit surprising for you, but I just feel responsible.”

 

“What do you mean `surprising'?!” Vegeta yelled. “I felt responsibility too!” he angrily pushed off the wooden wall.

 

Goku sighed. “I just wanted to say that I care for you, and want to make the surroundings more comfortable. I didn't intend to question you paternal instincts.”

 

“I don't have any paternal instincts!” Vegeta spat.

 

Goku rolled his eyes, while hungry Vegeta could be real pain in the ass. “Yes, you do. You are overreacting to everything that concerns Trunks.”

 

“I'm overreacting?! He was kidnapped!” Vegeta crossed the kitchen in two quick steps and angrily sat at the table. He crossed his arms, his eyes on Goku.

 

Goku wanted to say that Vegeta perfectly knew that he was talking about other incidents, but just shook his head at the cabbage on the cutting board. “Stop staring at my ass and go for a swim. This conversation is absolutely meaningless.”

 

“I know that,” Vegeta smirked. “But your tail looks very nice when you are arguing.”

 

“We weren't arguing.”

 

“That's because you didn't let me finish.” Vegeta stood up from the table, intending to go to the lake.

 

Goku smiled and shook his head again. “You are not going to argue with me only to see how my tail strips, do you?”

 

Vegeta considered for the moment. “No. I think it might bring me problems later.”

 

“Yes, that's true,” laughed Goku.

 

“Listen, but about the house,” Vegeta frowned. “For Gods' sake, Kakarott, I'm, pregnant for…three days. And you are jumping around like I already am in labor.”

 

Goku nodded agreeing. “Believe me, I understand that it annoys you. But it's…I don't know…I just feel the NEED to take care of you. I feel very bad and guilty if something isn't right with you. You know how I love you…” Goku frowned remembering yesterday, “at least you should know…”

 

Vegeta cast his eyes aside feeling uneasy about his stupid jealousy outburst. “Hn.” He shifted uncomfortably. “That's your dominant male instincts…”

 

Goku rolled his eyes at the dark ceiling. “Yeah, of course… I could destroy the world only to make you happy and you reduce it to some stupid `dominant male instincts'…”

 

Vegeta blushed immensely. “I'm going to the bloody lake,” he hurried from the kitchen.

 

Goku laughed at Vegeta's retreating back. Nothing worked better when you wanted to get rid of the grumpy prince - just start talking about feelings. That was an uncharted territory to Vegeta (well, like to most men…)

 

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Vegeta relaxed in pleasantly cool water. He was standing near the shore, the water reaching his neck. The prince was rinsing his hair. After he was finished he waded from the lake and sat up on the ground.

 

It was exactly the same place where he had been sitting a month and a half ago and had been making plans on how to seduce Kakarott. Vegeta wrung his hair then began to gently and thoroughly brush his tail. Now he was almost expecting Kakarott to appear against him and startle him like the previous time.

 

He lay down on the soft grass. Gods, how everything had changed: he was mated and pregnant. Okay, that sounded like he would be very displeased with that. No, he wasn't, it was just that he was…unprepared…? Surprised…? Shocked…? Hn. That didn't sound any better. Whatever, Kakarott was much better at expressing his feelings.

 

Vegeta sighed and yawned loudly. He had slept eleven or twelve hours, but still was tired. That space traveling really didn't do any good.

 

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Goku found Vegeta sleeping near the lake on the grass. The prince's clothes were neatly folded next to him.

 

Goku got a bit worried when Vegeta didn't show up for supper. Now Goku stood gazing at Vegeta, unsure what to do. He didn't want to wake Vegeta up, but the option of leaving his naked mate alone in the woods wasn't appealing either. Goku sighed and lay down next to Vegeta not touching his mate.

 

Goku didn't want to sleep. He simply lay there staring at the stars appearing in the sky and thinking about nothing and everything. He and Vegeta seemed to get along better before leaving Earth. Their relationship was getting worse. Vegeta trusted him more before leaving the Earth. Of course Vegeta hadn't been pregnant then. Now Vegeta felt much more vulnerable. Vegeta was much more nervous and afraid. Vegeta was afraid that he would be left and would lose everything. The more Vegeta got comfortable with him the more Vegeta got nervous. Vegeta was expecting something bad to happen. Vegeta was one of those people who thought than after ten minutes of happiness follows twenty minutes of misery. Vegeta was used to that. It was a closed and usual circle for Vegeta. And Goku was getting tired. Yes, he loved Vegeta. Yes, he knew that Vegeta wasn't doing that purposely. Yes, he tried to cope with that, to help Vegeta, to keep their relationship. But he was getting tired and depressed. One second Vegeta could be swearing his love to him, another Vegeta was trying to kill him because of some stupid suspicion. Of course he had known whom he was mating with, but still…

 

Goku closed his eyes. Vegeta was trying. Gods, he could see how Vegeta was trying to make things better. He could see how Vegeta was sorry for that incident. He knew how it was hard for Vegeta. He loved Vegeta, but it wasn't enough to make Vegeta's fears disappear. He doubted if they ever would disappear at all. And Goku feared that during the oncoming months of pregnancy Vegeta might get even more tense and afraid.

 

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“Hi,” Goku smiled.

 

Vegeta yawned then stretched, blinking and whisking the sleep away. “Hi.” Then he turned to Goku with surprise written on his face. “What you are doing here?” he looked around. “For Gods' sake, it's night.”

 

Goku laughed. “You are lying naked in the middle of the woods and you ask why I'm here?” Goku sat up.

 

“You want sex?” Vegeta smirked spreading his thighs.

 

“Yuck,” Goku blushed in the darkness. “Don't be so blunt. I just wanted to make sure you're ok.”

 

“Oh…” Vegeta pretended to sound disappointed. He sat up too.

 

“You should eat something,” Goku said. “I could heat our forgotten supper.”

 

“That sounds very good,” Vegeta agreed. He went silent after hearing Goku's stomach rumble. The prince shifted uneasily. “You didn't eat anything? Have you been waiting for me?”

 

Somehow Goku felt uneasy too. “Uhmm…sort of… I had a snack while I was preparing food…”

 

“One tomato, yeah?” Vegeta snorted, getting up.

 

“That's not important,” Goku shifted uncomfortably.

 

“Shut up,” Vegeta grabbed his clothes and began to dress. “You are always obsessed with my meals, so I have a right to bitch about you too.” Vegeta pulled his pants up. “IT us home. Now.”

 

Goku nodded. He stood up and put his arm on Vegeta's shoulder. After a second they were home.

 

“Go change, I'll heat the supper,” Goku said.

 

After several minutes Vegeta came back. He was wearing blue jeans and a light black tank top. He plopped on the chair. The prince watched Goku's back while that one was stirring the pot.

 

“What?” Goku asked even without turning back. He heard Vegeta rise from the chair and head to the drawer to get tableware.

 

“I have to speak with Trunks. I don't think my approach yesterday was very wise… I don't think that he got our relationship right.”

 

“Not only him…” Goku softly muttered. Then he realized that he said that aloud. He quickly glanced at Vegeta who now had a scowl on his face.

 

“I'm sorry!” Vegeta spat. “I don't know what more to say!”

 

Goku regretted letting his tongue slip. “I know. It's just… I was really disappointed.” Goku brought the chicken to the table and began to cut it into pieces.

 

Vegeta sighed and took his plate. He held it for Goku to fill.

 

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Vegeta finished drying dishes and turned to Goku who was sitting and staring somewhere into the night while completely submerged in his thoughts. Vegeta hung the towel on the small hook near the cupboard and quickly approached Goku.

 

“I'm really sorry,” he said to Goku's back.

 

Goku started from his thoughts and turned around. He moved with his chair closer to Vegeta. “I know.” Goku held Vegeta by the back of his tank top when Vegeta turned around and wanted to go to the living room. He slowly pulled Vegeta to him then seated the prince on his lap and tightly wrapped his arms around Vegeta's shoulders. “Gods, I don't know how but we'll manage it.”

 

Vegeta put his head to Goku's chest, and Goku felt Vegeta snuggle closer to his body. Goku felt a brush of silky tail on his waist.

 

“I'll try.” Vegeta hid his face in orange gi and sighed, his warm breath tickling Goku.

 

Goku kissed Vegeta's hair. “I know. That's why I love you - because you are always trying.”

 

“Do you realize that we sound like a soap opera?” Vegeta laughed, pleased.

 

“Is that bad?” Goku smiled, his nose still in Vegeta's flame-hair.

 

“I don't know…” Vegeta's nose dyed pinkish. “I liked what you said…”

 

“It can't be bad then…” Goku wrapped his tail around Vegeta's waist, like Vegeta's was wrapped around his.

 

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“You should see Bulma,” Goku told Vegeta the next morning. They were sitting in the kitchen and eating huge sandwiches for breakfast. “She must be very confused after Trunks went back home following our announcement to everyone that we are mated.”

 

Vegeta nodded. “I'm going to do it after breakfast.”

 

“I think I should go too,” Goku said tentatively.

 

“Why?”

 

“Uhh… We are friends with Bulma and such, besides she might not believe you. And…it would be nicer if we told together.”

 

“You went to Chichi alone…”

 

“I was asking for a divorce. Besides I thought that it wouldn't be a good idea to leave you alone in a room with her…”

 

“Yes, I'd fucking splash…”

 

“No, I mean the opposite,” Goku shook his head.

 

Vegeta scowled at him.

 

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“Hi, Bulma!” Goku chirped, scaring his poor friend almost to death.

 

“For Gods' sake!” Bulma rubbed the back of her head after she had bumped it into the cupboard in a start. She crawled from under the broken sink and gave a mighty glare to Goku. “First, why didn't you tell me that Trunks was kidnapped?!” she put her right hand on her hip, a dirty, big and scary spanner in her left hand. “Goku, you called for the fucking spaceship, but somehow I don't recall you informing me about Trunks! I thought you needed the ship just for fun! And I come back after a week, and guess what? - Krillin tells me that my son is kidnapped, and you two, heroes,” Bulma stuck her dirty finger at the two Saiyans, “are gone on a suicide trip to rescue him!” Bulma stomped her foot on the floor.

 

Vegeta yawned. “You finished?”

 

“Not even near it!” Bulma flashed her blue eyes at him. “And then,” she continued, waving with the spanner in the air, “after two maddening weeks, Trunks finally shows up. You should have prepared me, or something! I was so happy I think I scared the hell out of the kid! He began to blabber something about Rabies and bites. Later he said some nonsense about you two and…” Bulma saw Goku rubbing his forehead in frustration. “And I am very happy that everything is okay!” she suddenly hugged the both Saiyans.

 

Bulma blinked after there a growl erupted from Goku's throat. She looked at Goku, surprised.

 

Goku blushed. “Sorry, can't help it.” He mentally cursed his instincts.

 

Bulma's brow rose. “You can't help growling?”

 

“Uhh…” Goku scratched his head after Bulma let go of them. “Sort of… I always do that when someone gets too close to Vegeta.”

 

“We wanted to talk about it,” Vegeta sat at the table. “Have you tea or something?”

 

“`We'?” Bulma repeated, putting her spanner into the sink. “Who `we'?” she began to wash her hands. Bulma knew that by that `something' Vegeta meant a chocolate cake.

 

“Kakarott and I,” Vegeta motioned for Goku to sit at his side at the white table.

 

“Ka…Goku and you…?” Bulma shook her head, turning on the kettle. “Talk about what?” she began to ransack one of the cupboards looking for Vegeta's favorite elephant-sized mug.

 

“Kakarott and I need a new house,” Vegeta rather requested than informed Bulma.

 

“Okay,” Bulma shrugged, retrieving the blue mug from the cupboard and putting it on the table before Vegeta.

 

“I could buy it, but yours are the best,” Vegeta took the mug in one hand, the sugar-basin in the other, and when they met the sugar-basin was left empty.

 

“You know, so much sugar isn't healthy for you,” Bulma nodded. “Yeah, that's a good idea. One day that bunch of logs would have collapsed on your heads. Alright, I'll design something special for your taste.”

 

Goku discontent tapped his fingers on the table's surface. “Vegeta, I thought you said that WE should think together about the place to live… Somehow I don't remember my contribution to this thought…”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Hn. I just thought about it.”

 

“We can buy a house, you know… You don't need to ask Bulma for everything…” Goku crossed his arms against his chest almost pouting.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “We get a house for free and you are panicking?”

 

“No, I just don't want you running to Bulma every time you need something.”

 

“Hn.” Vegeta scratched his chin. He thought that this time Goku made some sense. He himself surely wouldn't be happy if Kakarott ran to Chichi for something, it might be a simple recipe for some dish or a needle. “Okay.”

 

Bulma was sitting at the table, her chin supported by her hand, staring at the two Saiyans. Did she just see Vegeta giving in?! “You, Goku, sound like…I don't know,” `jealous' was the word in Bulma's head, but she refused to pronounce it. “And you, Vegeta… You just agreed with him. And I have no idea why - he doesn't even have any right to say that to you.”

 

“That was another thing we wanted to talk about,” Vegeta shifted in his seat. “He sort of has a right to say that to me. We are mated.”

 

There was silence while Bulma contemplated. After a minute she raised her steaming mug to her mouth. “Don't worry I'll think of something to cure that Rabies,” she said before sipping her tea.

 

Vegeta's eyes narrowed at her. “I'm not rabid!”

 

“We really are mated,” Goku nodded. “We already lived as a pair before leaving Earth.”

 

Bulma reached for her notebook. She began to take notes. “Mass hallucinations…bite on the neck…great confidence…good imagination…” she murmured in a soft tone.

 

“Mass hallucinations…?” Vegeta repeated blinking, his anger rising. “I'll show you mass hallucination!” He grabbed Goku by his hair and repeated the kiss he performed for some time before the Z fighters. “What hallucination was that?” he asked releasing Goku's lips, gasping for air and smirking.

 

“You…” Bulma stuttered. “You are serious, aren't you…?” She squawked, her mug hanging on her index finger, its contents spilled on the table.

 

“Yeah…” Goku smiled sheepishly, wiping Vegeta's saliva off his lips. “And I did that bite, it's my mark, we mated.”

 

Bulma put her mug back on the saucer. “You marked him?” she stared at Goku. “And you allowed that?” she turned to Vegeta, blinking.

 

“It was hard to say `no' while I was orgas…” Vegeta's voice trailed off when Goku's palm pressed at his mouth.

 

“He loves me,” Goku smiled, his palm leaving Vegeta's mouth. “And we are going to have a baby.”

 

Bulma was absolutely confused. “A baby? You want to adopt a child?” She turned to Vegeta. “But you hate kids.”

 

“No,” Goku shook his head. “Vegeta is pregnant.” Goku grinned at Bulma. “Saiyan males can conceive.”

 

Bulma gaped at them both for quite some time. “Is that true?” she asked Vegeta.

 

“Yes.”

 

“You both can live in Capsule Corp.,” suddenly Bulma regained her composure. “It's roomy here, you can have five rooms each. I didn't know you could get pregnant…” she chirped to Vegeta.

 

“Don't even try,” Vegeta calmly sipped his tea. He knew that Bulma now was seeing him as a completely new research field. Generally she was a good woman, but when things started to smell with science she usually got too excited. She might even put him into a cage… The sudden research possibility even neutralized the shock about his and Kakarott's relationship. “And don't try any cameras in the capsule-house,” Vegeta warned. “Find one, rip your head off.”

 

“Actually you might find it useful to use Bulma's skills,” Goku turned to Vegeta. “She is the only one of us who has at least some knowledge in medicine. It would be good if she checked you each week or something like that.”

 

Bulma's eyes became bright with hope.

 

“No.”

 

“But, Vegeta,” Goku protested.

 

“No.”

 

“I only want you and the baby to be healthy,” said Goku.

 

“Over my dead body!” Vegeta hissed. “I'm not a fucking laboratory mouse!”

 

“Only one a week? Once a month?” Goku bargained. “Please?”

 

“Kakarott, I don't want that. Don't push me.”

 

Goku gave up. He didn't want to push his mate. But he didn't like that Vegeta didn't show much concern for the baby's health. Goku couldn't understand why Vegeta would protest so. That checking sure wouldn't involve needles… Or… Then he realized that it would probably involve needles after all - Bulma would want to take Vegeta's blood sample. “No, you won't even come close to Capsule Corp.!” Goku shuddered, his tail snaking around Vegeta's waist.

 

Vegeta stared at his mate wide-eyed, trying to comprehend how Goku changed his mind so fast.

 

“It would involve needles, wouldn't it?” Goku asked, watching Bulma intently.

 

Bulma shifted, now realizing why Goku suddenly went to Vegeta's side. “Yes, but only one, or…”

 

“Never,” Goku's tail puffed out in terror. “You won't stab my mate!”

 

Vegeta grinned. That was going well.

 

“Vegeta wouldn't die because of one or two small pinches. He almost doesn't feel them. I did that plenty times and he didn't even flinch. He isn't afraid of needles as you are. He is just being a prick now,” Bulma glared at Vegeta. Vegeta scowled at her. Goku didn't seem to be convinced.

 

“I don't know…” Goku suspiciously eyed Bulma, his tail was still protectively wrapped around Vegeta and all puffed out.

 

Bulma sighed. “Alright, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” She thought a moment. “How long will the pregnancy last?” She noticed that Goku's eyes sparkled with interest too.

 

“As far as I know, about eleven months or more,” said Vegeta.

 

“I thought it would be shorter…” Goku was a bit startled. He remembered Chichi while she was pregnant with Gohan. The last few months weren't very fun.

 

“No, it isn't,” Vegeta stated flatly, stuffing half of the chocolate cake into his mouth.

 

“Interesting,” Bulma tugged at her T-shirt.

 

Vegeta glared at her. “Where is Trunks?” he asked after swallowing the cake.

 

“Sleeping. Poor kid was exhausted when he came back. And then Goten was so happy to see him… So Trunks only now got some sleep.”

 

“That brat of yours doesn't have any conscience…” Vegeta told Goku. He put more cake into his mouth. He turned to Bulma again. “Tell him I want to see him after he wakes up. We have to talk.”

 

Bulma nodded.

 

Bulma watched the Saiyans disappear. After several minutes of staring at the place they had been, the genius decided that she needed a chair and something to drink, preferably not tea or coffee.

TBC