Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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

 

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

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 5

 

Goku watched a sleeping Vegeta. Vegeta was lying on his back, his face turned to Goku. Vegeta's left arm was thrown on the blankets next to him, the other tucked under the pillow. Vegeta was beautiful, very beautiful.

 

Goku leaned closer to scent Vegeta. After Vegeta got pregnant Vegeta's scent changed: it didn't have that certain musk anymore, it now reminded Goku of something spicy and the scent itself was very rich and thick. It reminded him of fertility. Of course, while in heat, Vegeta smelled of fertility too, but now it was a much different scent: it was not the fertility that shouted to be used, but that which asked to be loved and protected.

 

Goku wondered if Vegeta knew that his scent had changed. Goku didn't know how about Vegeta, but he really noticed: Vegeta's scent reached him everywhere; he wanted to feel it all the time and was getting nervous when it was gone for a long period time. It was addictive.

 

Goku observed the smaller figure next to him. He felt worried. He could see and feel how many changes Vegeta's body took and he really wanted Bulma to check Vegeta. He wasn't sure if Bulma knew anything about pregnant Saiyans, but none of them knew either: Vegeta seemed to be guessing the bigger part of what he was telling. But Goku could see that Vegeta was feeling well - Vegeta didn't feel any pain or physical discomfort. Maybe mood swings became more frequent, but one would expect Vegeta getting a bit nervous after getting pregnant. And there was a very good side to the pregnancy, he had no idea what it was, hormones, pheromones or whatever, but after getting pregnant Vegeta wouldn't suddenly wake up during night, having no idea where he was, and try to fight him. Now Vegeta slept very well and long.

 

Goku was afraid of one thing - Vegeta and Trunks' conversation. Vegeta cared for his son very much, and Goku was afraid that if Trunks didn't like the idea of them being together, Vegeta might grow colder towards him. It might happen that Vegeta would leave him. Actually when Vegeta announced about their mating and the pregnancy to everyone, Vegeta didn't seem to care what Trunks thought. But Goku also knew that at that time Vegeta hadn't slept for at least four days, that he had been in a big emotional shock after thinking that his mate had cheated on him, that Vegeta's pregnant and shortly after a panic attack. When one considered all these factors, there's only a very tiny possibility that Vegeta had at least the slightest idea of what he had been doing at the time.

 

Goku wanted to talk with his youngest too. He didn't see Gohan after the `revelation' but he supposed that Gohan needed time to think about everything. He saw Gohan's reaction to the news and actually was pleased. He knew that eventually Gohan would accept Vegeta's and his relationship and get used to the thought about another brother or sister.

 

Considering Saiyan society it most likely will be a boy. Vegeta said that even before Frieza, almost all females were extinct and usually male pairings tended to produce male offspring.

 

A pure blooded Saiyan. Goku smiled wondering what Vegeta thought about the matter. Vegeta was obsessed with his race, very patriotic and protective over it. Nothing strange about it - he IS the Saiyan Prince after all. Vegeta cared for his race. In his younger days Vegeta probably had never dreamed that he would make such a considerable contribution to prolonging his race - that he would bear a child. Probably only a thought about it would have given the prince the creeps. But now, willingly or not very, Vegeta was going to continue his race. And now there were two other Saiyans who also seemed to be interested in each other enough to produce an offspring.

 

Goku peered at Vegeta. Vegeta was softly purring. Goku smiled and snuggled closer to Vegeta, pressing himself to him. Soon, the prince was going to wake up, any moment now - the purr indicated that. Goku felt a responding purr starting in his throat. He would always start to purr after hearing Vegeta purr. He wasn't sure why, but he always felt the impulse when Vegeta purred. And he could see that Vegeta liked his purrs. Somehow it worked on Vegeta calming and even reassuringly.

 

“Hey,” Goku smiled at stretching Vegeta.

 

“Hi,” Vegeta blinked then stretched again. He noticed that he was purring and, to Goku's disappointment, quickly stilled the sound.

 

“Why would you do that?” Goku asked, stopping purring too.

 

“What?”

 

“Why do you always stop purring after you realize you are purring?”

 

Goku saw Vegeta frown.

 

“I… Purring is only for foreplay.”

 

“Actually I find it hard to purr when my breath is taken away…” Goku opposed blushing a bit. “Bulma's cat purrs when someone is stroking her. It's unlikely that she expects to have sex…” Goku smiled. “I think it purrs because it simply feels good. You don't want to show me that you feel good?”

 

Vegeta blushed and turned his head to stare out the window. Goku had already noticed before that differently from him Vegeta didn't blush while talking about sex, but blushed while talking about his feelings. Goku was sure that it shouldn't be like that; Vegeta was too reserved.

 

Goku took Vegeta's chin in his fingers and turned Vegeta's head to face him. “I want to hear you purr. I want to know when you feel good.”

 

Vegeta was crimson. He began to squirm in Goku's grasp.

 

“Do you feel good now?” Goku released Vegeta's chin and pressed Vegeta with his weight under him. He began running his hands over Vegeta's sides. Goku smiled after Vegeta began to purr, not managing to still the sound. “I like when you purr.” Goku quickly kissed Vegeta's brow then released the prince. “Please don't try to control it.” Goku got up and went to make something for a snack.

 

Vegeta lay in warm bed. He could hear his mate tumble in the kitchen. Of course Kakarott was right. Kakarott was his mate; he should trust Kakarott. But he never was good with emotions, he could spill them everywhere, but when it came to simple talking or admitting, it rarely worked with him. He always felt vulnerable by expressing his feelings. By letting another person know what he felt, he would become somehow dependent on that person. He didn't like that. But he was dependent on Kakarott. He perfectly knew that and there was a question if he wanted to make it even deeper. He wasn't sure about that. He was mated to Kakarott, he was carrying Kakarott's child, but he fucking wasn't sure about that. What if one day Kakarott left him? He almost went crazy when he thought that Kakarott went back to his harpy. What would it be like, after some time, after he could completely trust Kakarott, after Kakarott knew everything about him? Not a very pleasant thought.

 

Vegeta cursed. He was confused. He knew that mates should trust each other. He knew that in this way there would never be any bond between them. He had to trust Kakarott. He knew Kakarott's nature, he knew Kakarott would never leave him and he knew that Kakarott loved him. And still he was making plans on how to protect himself from possible pain. These doubts were always with him, they had been almost quiet earlier, but after he got pregnant, they were loud again.

 

What if one day Kakarott got fed up with his fears and distrust? What if Kakarott got bored with him and his constant panic attacks? What if Kakarott left him? That was possible. That was very likely. That was logical. Kakarott would wait until the child is born, take the child and leave him. The mating without bond didn't mean much, it was no more than an agreement.

 

“Vegeta?”

 

Goku watched Vegeta's pale face and shaky movements. He had been watching Vegeta for several moments. “What have you been thinking about?” Goku softly asked.

 

“Nothing,” Vegeta shook his head.

 

“What are you afraid of?”

 

“I'm not afraid,” Vegeta freed himself from the sheets and stood up.

 

“Tell me what you've been thinking about,” Goku didn't relent. Of course he knew what Vegeta had been thinking about! He suddenly felt a surge of anger when Vegeta simply pushed past him into the kitchen. Goku simply wanted to grab the prince and beat some sense into him. But then his nose caught that new scent of Vegeta's and he softly pushed Vegeta back onto the bed, making Vegeta land on his backside. “We need to talk.”

 

“No,” Vegeta tried to stand up again.

 

“Yes,” Goku grit his teeth and pushed Vegeta down again.

 

“Let me go!” Vegeta hissed. He began to struggle.

 

Goku braced himself but suddenly Vegeta went limp. Goku gasped at Vegeta's sudden and unexpected tears.

 

“Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you leave me alone? I can't do this anymore… Why do you keep pushing me?” Vegeta was sobbing, choking on his own tears, his whole body trembling. “Why do you ask? You know everything! Why can't you leave me alone?”

 

Goku felt his heart spasm. Oh Gods, he didn't want it to go this far! He surely underestimated Vegeta's mental state. “Because I love you and you don't want to be left alone.”

 

“No, I don't!” Vegeta cried. “But you are driving me crazy! I can't do this anymore…”

 

“Shh…” Goku tried to comfort Vegeta as best as he could. “Calm down… We'll see what to do about this.”

 

Vegeta's sobs finally seemed to lessen. Goku thanked all Gods that Vegeta didn't have a panic attack. He clutched Vegeta closer to him. He was lying next to Vegeta, his arms wrapped around the smaller body. After Vegeta opened his eyes Goku felt Vegeta flinch. Then Vegeta reached out to his face.

 

“Please, don't cry. I'm not worth…” Vegeta brushed Goku's tears away.

 

Oh. Goku didn't even notice that he was crying. “I told you plenty times not to say that nonsense!” He cut Vegeta off angry.

 

Vegeta smiled sadly. “You are deceiving yourself. I never was a choice for mating and I never was worth it for you. Maybe you don't understand that now, but soon you will.”

 

“Vegeta,” Goku hissed, “I perfectly knew whom I was mating with! I have no regrets, but maybe you should reconsider your own choice - if I'm too good for you and you are so unhappy with me, maybe you want another mate? Now, when we have more Saiyans it's not a problem. I'm sure they would gladly agree to help their wronged Prince!”

 

Vegeta stared at Goku stupefied. What was Kakarott suggesting?! To leave him?! No!

 

“I see the proposition doesn't interest you…” Goku hissed again. “So why the fuck you are struggling so?! You always get what you want. You wanted me, you got me. Usually you have no remorse after reaching your destination, so why now? Why?!” Goku put his forehead to Vegeta's, his tone becoming easier. “I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you. Vegeta, you tried to kill me more times than I can count, and I'm still beside you. I doubt there's anything that could happen to make me leave you…”

 

“Well… When you put everything in this way…” Vegeta said after a longish pause.

 

Goku felt helpless when Vegeta began to cry again. “Shhh…” he stroked Vegeta's back.

 

“You really are stupid,” Vegeta murmured between tears. He hid his face in Goku's chest. “You should have never looked at my side…”

 

“Which side do you mean?” Goku smiled, slowly brushing his fingers over Vegeta's thick hair.

 

Vegeta smiled into Goku's chest. He sighed. “For Ahrae it would be so easy - she simply would leave everything for Gods to decide. That really makes one's life much easier…”

 

“You miss her?” Goku softly combed Vegeta's hair with his fingers.

 

Vegeta was silent for some time then shrugged. “Yeah, I think I do. I had no idea how much it cost her to leave me alive. She refused to avenge her sister. I surely would have killed me if I was in her shoes.”

 

“You'll tell her that after we revive her.” Goku laughed after Vegeta snorted. Of course he knew that his mate would rather die than tell Ahrae that he missed her.

 

Then Vegeta shifted uneasy. “But take it any way you want, I owe her my and my son's lives.”

 

Goku nodded. “Yeah, we owe her at least a little thanks.” Goku noticed Vegeta become silent. He didn't want Vegeta getting any depressing thoughts. “Let's go to make breakfast then you'll go to Trunks.”

 

Vegeta peered at Goku with a smirk on his face. “You're the dominant male - you prepare breakfast.”

 

Goku slapped Vegeta's rear. “You are getting too cocky,” he laughed. Then suddenly his plan to keep Vegeta calm went out the window. He embraced Vegeta. “Oh Gods, Vegeta, I love you so much, I can't believe you think that I could ever leave you…”

 

“I know,” Vegeta cast his eyes away. “Kakarott, I need to rethink everything. I need some time to gather my wits. I think it would be better if I… I don't know…”

 

Goku winced, clinging to Vegeta even tighter. “Just don't go to that flat of yours in the city… Better stay at Capsule Corp.”

 

Vegeta was silent. “There would be too many distractions,” he finally murmured guiltily. “First I'll speak with Trunks then we'll see… You should see your sons too.”

 

Goku sighed. He nodded then. “I'll go to see Goten. I have nothing to tell Gohan. He knows where to find me.”

 

They silently ate breakfast then Goku went to see Goten, and Vegeta went to see Trunks.

 

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It was midday, but the sky was dark and cloudy which made it look more like late evening. The weather was horrible. Goku was sitting in the dark kitchen, his heavy head supported by his palms. He was staring out of the window at the trees that were trying to keep themselves on the ground with their roots and not let the wind win.

 

Goku turned his head to his blue NOKIA mobile phone on the kitchen table. He gazed at it for some time then turned back to stare at the roar outside. The weather outside perfectly corresponded with his feelings. He stared at the dirty, gray sky, pouring rain and felt like crying too. And the unsettling anguish that was dribbling all over the sky was tearing at his heart.

 

Goku gave a sad smile at his phone. Since when did he compare his feelings with the weather? That was a really stupid occupation. He was really going off track.

 

Goku sighed. At the time he agreed that Vegeta needed to be alone to get things right, but damn, he had no idea that it would take two weeks! Two weeks! And the more time Vegeta was away from him, the uneasier he got. What the hell was he going to do if Vegeta decided not to come back?! But at least he knew where Vegeta was at the moment. He wasn't sure how, but somehow Bulma managed to persuade Vegeta to stay at Capsule Corp. Well, Bulma was a genius after all…

 

Goku fidgeted with the mobile phone. These two weeks he gave Vegeta the promised privacy. He never saw Vegeta, never called him. He didn't even call Bulma or Trunks to ask how Vegeta was doing. But now his patience was running thin and his anguish was skyrocketing. He wanted to see Vegeta. Gods, how he wanted to see Vegeta, to know how his stubborn and crazed mate was doing…

 

Two weeks is more than enough. Goku quickly found Bulma's number.

 

“Hi, Bulma.”

 

“Hello Goku,” Bulma greeted.

 

“I won't ask how you're doing `cause I saw the latest `Beautiful and Brainy' magazine. I suppose it was you who sent it to me … Thanks, I liked the pictures, everything else was bullsh... Anyway, I wanted to ask how Vegeta was doing.”

 

Bulma didn't comment on Goku's bluntness. She knew Goku could be like that while depressed. “Bad,” she decided to be blunt too.

 

Goku chewed on his lower lip. If Bulma said `bad', it meant bad and even worse.

 

“I don't see him much,” Bulma continued. “Almost all the time he's in the GR. He's training non-stop, and he almost doesn't eat anything. He's lost weight.”

 

“For fuck's sake!” Goku finally managed to recover from shock. “He's pregnant! Shut the fucking thing off! NOW! Why didn't you call me?!”

 

“Well, excuse me, but I like my head right where it is, on my shoulders. Lately Vegeta's become a bit more aggressive than usual. I don't suppose that me calling you was on his favorite things list…”

 

“Aggressive? What do you mean by that? Did he try to kill you?”

 

Bulma rolled her eyes. “No, the urge to kill he usually feels when YOU are somewhere around…”

 

“That's not funny!”

 

“I know… Just get your ass here and bang his head several times into that damned thing. He needs to get some sense about what he's doing to himself. Maybe it's pretty normal for a pregnant Saiyan, but I'm sure that our powerful, strong and healthy Saiyan Prince is going to be dead soon if he continues this.”

 

“Shut up! You are not doing it any better!”

 

“I'm not supposed to be suicidal! You're his mate! Come here and do something!”

 

The next second Goku was at Capsule Corp. “Where is he?” Goku asked, tossing his phone on the table beside Bulma.

 

“Where else…” Bulma shrugged, putting her own phone on the table.

 

“Shut the stupid thing off,” Goku instructed. “After I get him, he won't use it for quite some time.”

 

“With pleasure,” Bulma strolled past Goku. She went into her lab with Goku in tow. She hit the red button.

 

Goku crossed his arms and waited. Bulma leaned at the wall next to him.

 

“Woman!” the echo shook the walls. “WOMAAAAANN! The Gravity Room doesn't work! Fix it! NOW!”

 

“It will be irreparable after I blast it to dust!” Goku hissed at Vegeta who just entered the laboratory. “Just try to use it once more and it won't exist anymore!” Goku observed his startled mate. Bulma had exaggerated: Vegeta had lost a bit of weight but nothing to get fussy about. Then Goku realized that he was able to feel a small ki spark inside Vegeta. Goku's eyes narrowed at his mate. “You won't use the Gravity Room anymore.”

 

Vegeta bared his teeth at him. “Don't order me around!”

 

“If you failed to notice - you are pregnant!” Goku snarled. “And with my child! That constant training and not eating doesn't do any good!”

 

“I wasn't exceeding over twenty G's! And what the hell I can do if I don't want to eat anything?! I can't force myself to eat! I had already been vomiting all day Monday!” Vegeta shouted back, his tail lashing behind him in fury.

 

Oh. Goku stared at Vegeta. Vegeta wasn't lying - the prince wasn't even warmed up, there was no spot of sweat on his training-suit. Vegeta was in his right mind. As long as the training wasn't too hard, it wasn't harmful, a bit of training was good. And Vegeta was simply having appetite problems. Now Goku wasn't sure what to say. He scratched his spiky head. “Sorry, it seems I got excited over nothing…”

 

Vegeta glared at him then crossed his hands. “Never mind. I was going home anyway. Gravity Room makes me sick, literally.”

 

Goku blinked. Bulma sighed and left the lab.

 

Goku wasn't sure how to react. Of course he was happy that Vegeta was going back home. But did Vegeta manage to sort out his problems? Did he find what he had been searching for in these two weeks? “You are really coming back?” he asked still a bit unsure.

 

“No, at least not into that antiquary of yours. Take a capsule-house from the Woman. She said she has a new house for us.” Vegeta felt warmth spreading over his chest after Goku's enormous grin at him. Vegeta's silky tail unwrapped from his waist to sway happily behind him. Oh how Vegeta wanted to go back home, whatever it was…

 

Goku took the capsule house from Bulma. After they ITed back to the old house, they decided to build the new house near this old one. They both agreed that it was a good and calm place to live. And if they got bored they always could pack their house and move away.

 

Goku didn't get to admire the new house because, immediately when they both reached the living room, he was thrown on the carpet and there was purring Vegeta all over him. To say that Goku was surprised would be understatement.

 

“I want sex,” Vegeta pressed himself to Goku.

 

“I don't mind…” Goku stammered blinking.

 

“Missed you,” Vegeta informed Goku before claiming his lips.

 

“So why didn't you come back?” Goku chokingly asked after several minutes of kissing.

 

“Wanted to see how long your patience would last,” Vegeta lied, smirking down at Goku. In reality Vegeta was looking at how long his own patience would last. And it didn't last as long as he would have liked.

 

“Bastard,” Goku stuck his tongue into Vegeta's mouth thirsty for more contact. “Is everything alright?” he asked later.

 

Vegeta sighed then closed his eyes and laid his head down on Goku's chest. “I don't know. Should be. I meditated for a week. Even if I wanted I wouldn't be able to repeat that - it's hard to concentrate with constant nausea…”

 

“It's that bad?”

 

Vegeta shrugged, his hair tickling Goku's chin. “I don't know what to eat to keep it down.”

 

“Are you hungry?”

 

“Don't start…” Vegeta winced.

 

“It's not normal,” Goku's brows furrowed.

 

“I don't know. Never met a pregnant Saiyan before…” Vegeta scrunched his nose at Goku.

 

“If you don't get better we'll have to go to Bulma.”

 

“She has never met a pregnant Saiyan either.”

 

“At least she has a doctor's degree.”

 

“Yes, in organic chemistry…”

 

“Better than nothing… Do you feel tired?”

 

“No. I feel fine. I just have nausea from time to time.”

 

“That's sarcasm or…?”

 

“I mean it,” Vegeta rolled his eyes. He smirked then. “I really feel fine and I know what would make me feel even better.”

 

“Do you have pain or something?”

 

Vegeta frowned down at Goku then impatiently ground his hips with Goku's. “I think it's `something'. And you better shut up, otherwise it will be you who'll have pains.”

 

Goku grabbed Vegeta by his black tank-top and pulled him down. “I missed you terribly. You'll have to repay me for the time you weren't here…” he pulled Vegeta into a long sloppy kiss that Vegeta enjoyed as much as Goku.

 

“As soon as you remove your clothes I'll start paying…” Vegeta gasped for air after he was released.

 

Instead Goku's hands slipped under Vegeta's tank-top to caress Vegeta's chest and abdomen. “I can feel him,” Goku muttered, leaning towards Vegeta and kissing his collarbone.

 

“Whom?” Vegeta purred, not particularly interested in starting a conversation.

 

Goku frowned at Vegeta. “Our baby, of course.”

 

“Oh. Yeah.” Vegeta felt a bit annoyed when Goku began to chirp happily, caressing his abdomen and completely neglecting his other body parts. “A bit lower, please,” Vegeta shifted, discontentedly, trying to get Goku to do what he now really wanted. Okay, he was happy about that ki inside him too, but now he didn't particularly give a damn.

 

After Vegeta suddenly seized Goku through his pants and told him to shut up otherwise he'd be severely hurt, Goku realized that it was not the time to share his parental joy. Goku squirmed in Vegeta's grasp when Vegeta's hand slipped into his pants.

 

“Uhh…” Goku blinked at the ceiling, starting to get hot. “Vegetaaa…” he gasped.

 

Vegeta felt as if his blood were on fire. The familiar ache in his backside started again. He leaned down, kissed Kakarott fully on his mouth. “Fuck me,” he seductively whispered into Kakarott's ear before leaning back. The next second he was lying naked with his back to the sofa with half-naked Kakarott between his thighs.

 

Vegeta's scent was driving him crazy. Now that rich fertility scent was mixing with arousal's scent. Never in his life had he felt so pleasurably lost. He wanted to do as Vegeta asked - fuck him, to do it quick and hard.

 

Vegeta gasped when Goku pushed his legs further apart in one brisk move and then Kakarott was in. Good, he didn't want to waste time either.

 

Vegeta was slick. Goku wasn't sure why - Vegeta wasn't in heat. But his mate's body was producing the lubricant anyway. That was fine with him. That probably was part of the pregnancy. Goku pushed back and forth several times. He was getting approving groans from Vegeta. He lifted Vegeta's hips and pushed a small pillow under his mate. Vegeta approved that too. Enthusiastically.

 

Vegeta thought that he would go crazy from that mind-numbing pleasure. He was vaguely aware of the sofa shaking under him, but he was completely aware of Kakarott's member inside him that was sending jolts of pleasure up and down his spine. He knew he had his mouth open - he could hear his own shouts echoing in the big room. He could feel Kakarott's deadly grip on his hips but he hardly cared - that made him feel only more aroused and needy.

 

Vegeta was groaning and whimpering incoherently, his head moving back and forth. Goku felt Vegeta's legs wrapping tighter around his waist. He squeezed Vegeta's hips tighter and thrust harder. He saw Vegeta gritting his teeth then Vegeta desperately clung to him. Vegeta gave a strange loud and wild cry, tossed his head back and went rigid.

 

Goku pressed Vegeta back to the sofa with his weight, put his head into semi-conscious Vegeta's shoulder crook, gave several thrusts and came too.

 

They lay on their new white sofa panting and sweating.

 

“That was…” Goku mumbled when he was able to speak. He had never heard Vegeta be so loud.

 

Vegeta managed only a nod. His head was still spinning. The claim-mark on his shoulder was tingling pleasantly with each breath he took. Vegeta felt Goku lift him. He meekly protested - he was too tired to take a shower. Vegeta felt a bit worried when Goku put him back and there was silence for some time.

 

“Vegeta, your sperm is brown.”

 

“What?!” Vegeta bolted upright and looked at his chest where Goku was pointing.

 

“Is that normal?”

 

“Fuck no! I've never seen brown sperm!”

 

“You have never seen a pregnant Saiyan either…”

 

“Why's it brown?!”

 

Goku scratched his head. “At least mine is still white…” he shrugged.

 

“You are an idiot!”

 

“Said a pregnant guy with brown sperm…”

 

“I'll kill you!”

 

“Vegeta, I'm sure it's normal. Don't worry. Your body is changing: your scent is different; you're wet even when you are not in heat. It's only a part of changes.”

 

“I'll go ask Kamala and Raaven about that,” Vegeta finally decided. He cleaned himself then settled back into the bed. “Tomorrow.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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