Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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 6

 

Goku had almost forgotten about the two new Saiyans. He had been so engulfed in dealing with personal problems that had no time to even visit them. Goku wondered how they were doing. Well, the Lookout was still standing (or hanging, Goku never was sure about that one), the Earth was still intact, he still was able to feel Piccolo's ki, and that meant that the Saiyans didn't have major complaints. It was not very clear why they were on the Lookout; the Saiyans usually, when not trying to kill all the Nameks in their sight, avoided them at least to the point where they couldn't scent or see them.

 

Goku looked at sleeping Vegeta's back. Vegeta ordered them to stay there. Vegeta talked to Kamala and said that he could go wherever he wanted. Kamala didn't want to go wherever he wanted, so Vegeta told them to go to hell or stay at the Lookout until they figured out what to do. Kamala took that as an order. Well, probably he was trying to figure out what to do. Kamala didn't know the customs, didn't know the language, didn't even know what to eat not to poison himself, had no experience at any jobs, if possible, and in addition to that, he had to somehow take care of his traumatized/insane (nobody knew, Vegeta if knew didn't tell anyone) friend/lover (nobody knew either). True, once Vegeta told Goku that Kamala had plenty experience for one particular job, but after Goku inquired as to which, Vegeta went silent. Surely not a bodyguard or security guy, Kamala had no documents yet, no anything. Bulma was taking care of the matter, but it threatened to take longer than three months. Bulma didn't want to push the matter and to draw unwelcome attention. That would be a bit of a problem - if someone tried to explain to Kamala that he had to go to a police station or prison, Kamala might shove that explanation into someone's throat. Kamala wasn't VERY aggressive, he just tended to snap when the situation was confusing or threatening him or Raaven. Actually Kamala was much calmer than Vegeta had been when Goku had first met him. That was a very confusing trait. For a Saiyan.

 

Goku chuckled. These two Saiyans should know at least something about pregnancy. And of course Vegeta was too proud to ask them… Just now, when the problem got more acute, the prince decided that his masculine parts were much more important than his pride.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta woke up on a huge sofa in the living room with his sleeping mate beside him. He snuggled closer to Kakarott and listened to the pouring rain. He felt content and secure; his mate was beside him, the sex scent was still lingering in the air and he was warm and comfortable. He felt like that near Kakarott most of the time. Well, at least after they mated. Only that Kakarott's bite on his shoulder finally made him completely forget the jealousy he felt over Kakarott's power. Most likely when he accepted Kakarott and let him mark him/take him that solved the power-rivalry between them (actually between HIM and Kakarott, Kakarott somehow had never been involved in that matter).

 

Vegeta inhaled deeper. Gods, how he missed that! He wasn't sure why he didn't come back to Kakarott earlier. Whatever he had tried to prove, achieve or test by stubbornly not coming back home until Kakarott himself came for him, he didn't achieve anything, except feelings of loneliness and increased sexual cravings.

 

But he didn't know if everything was okay now. Was two weeks enough to get rid of those stupid feelings of insecurity? He had been meditating for a week. He tried to get his thoughts sorted out. All week he had been trying to make himself believe and hope. That was stupid, he knew, but only in the way that he could oppose his fears, especially to that one - insecurity. Like all thinking creatures in the universe he wanted safety, stability, and family. Everyone wanted that, sometimes more, sometimes less. It's an instinct. Even love was probably included. He wanted that, he craved for that. But his experience showed that nothing was for free. The more one wanted the thing, the more one struggled to get it, the more difficult it got and the more one had to pay for it. That's how all society works. It didn't have to be so dramatic, but he knew that he had hammered this so deep in his head that now it simply disturbed his and Kakarott's life. He wasn't able to enjoy himself, not without thinking about what bill he'd get later. He felt good with Kakarott, better than he could have ever imagined or dreamed and better than he ever would deserve. And he was paranoid; he was waiting for something bad to happen. And the things that were likely to happen: Kakarott was going to cheat on him, get bored with him or leave him. And it didn't even help that he perfectly knew that Kakarott would never do that to him. It simply was how his mind worked.

 

He spent a whole week arguing with himself trying to reassure himself that Kakarott and he now were mated, that he was carrying Kakarott's child and Kakarott would never leave him. Kakarott loved him. He knew that. He could see this in Kakarott's eyes, he could hear this in Kakarott's voice, he could feel this in every touch and caress Kakarott gave him. He knew that and it still took a whole week to reassure himself. Maybe it worked, maybe not. Maybe it wasn't enough. He had been living like that his whole life and now he was trying to change it in a few mere weeks. Very likely it wasn't enough. But now he could hardly do anything about it, he couldn't meditate anymore. As soon as he would start, he would get sick. He was loosing weight. Something wasn't right, but he hoped that it was normal for a pregnant Saiyan.

 

XXXXX

 

“Did you sleep well?” Goku asked Vegeta after he woke up. He was worried about Vegeta's sickness.

 

“Perfectly,” Vegeta purred.

 

“You are in a good mood,” Goku smiled. His tail brushed over Vegeta's thigh.

 

“Fuck me like you did yesterday and I always will be in a good mood…” Vegeta admired his blushing mate. Hell, how Kakarott managed to do that… That always turned him on. “Kakarott,” he purred, pressing his naked body to the bigger Saiyan.

 

“What?” Goku smiled wickedly.

 

“Enough empty talk,” Vegeta reached for his mate's tail. Although Kakarott's mouth fell open, he did forget how to talk. At first Kakarott's eyes widened in pleasured shock, later they closed halfway. He sucked on the very tip of the tail then leaned to Kakarott's ear. “Did you masturbate while I was at Capsule Corp?” he gently bit at Kakarott's earlobe then began to suck it. He could feel the heat of arousal and embarrassment his mate was now radiating. Kakarott didn't answer him, but not all of him was so embarrassed, at least one part of him liked this conversation.

 

Vegeta tossed the hindering blanket to the ground. He admired his mate's naked body for some time then straddled him pressing their bodies together, drunk with the feel of skin to skin.

 

Goku caught Vegeta's waist before the prince could have gone down on him. “Vegeta, that bite on you neck doesn't mean that you always have to submit…” Goku slowly pushed Vegeta back onto his hips. He noticed Vegeta getting uncomfortable. “You have never submitted so eagerly before…”

 

“Before we weren't mated…” Vegeta scowled and turned his head to the window. Damn, he was hard and wanted to fuck, and Kakarott was hosting a new talk show.

 

“Look at me,” Goku turned Vegeta's head back. “What's wrong?”

 

“Nothing,” Vegeta shrugged.

 

Goku was surprised to see Vegeta blush. His eyebrow rose questioningly.

 

“I just…” Vegeta blushed deeper. “Every time we start to fuck…”

 

“To make love,” Goku corrected.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Whatever. So every time we do it…well…I feel the itching.”

 

“`The itching'?” Goku blinked.

 

Vegeta scowled at him meaningfully.

 

“Ohhh…THE ITCHING… You mean that one while in heat? ”

 

“Something like that. Only this is much worse.” Vegeta shifted uncomfortably. Now he wanted just hide his blushing face somewhere and…yes, to finish what was started.

 

Goku's eyes widened. “Oooh.” He stared at Vegeta who was pretending to be very interested in the rain outside, his tail tightly wrapped around his waist. “Do you feel it now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“In your backside?”

 

“For fuck's sake!” Vegeta erupted. “Where else?! In my teeth?!” He was feeling embarrassed and Kakarott wasn't helping at all.

 

Goku watched fuming Vegeta. Now everything was clear. Vegeta's words in the spaceship when he himself suggested carrying a baby, and Vegeta said that it would be no good, because it was not how the mating worked. Now he could see that mating instincts were much stronger than he had thought. He remembered how strong Vegeta's heat was after the mating: Vegeta hadn't been able to think about anything else but sex. And Vegeta didn't think about being on top, Vegeta wanted to make the ache to disappear.

 

“Calm down,” Goku softly stroked Vegeta's tail at the base. “I'm not making fun of you. You don't need to get so agitated about this matter.” Goku petted Vegeta's tail, waiting for Vegeta to calm down and at the same time getting information that now was freely spilling form the angry shouting prince. Goku listened to Vegeta's wishes and requests. “That's not a problem,” Goku began answering, “we can do it whenever you feel up to it,” Goku nodded grinning. “I like it as much as you do…”

 

“Don't fucking smile at me!” Vegeta hissed at him. “And no fucking preludes! They just drive me insane! Quick and hard!”

 

“What pose?” Goku couldn't help laughing.

 

“Don't fucking laugh at me!” Vegeta growled. “Stop I say!” Vegeta helplessly clenched his fists then unclenched. “Stop, you, damn… Ah!” he gave a sudden yelp as he was pushed away from Goku and landed on his back to the sofa with his legs spread wide, Goku between his thighs.

 

Goku purred and leaned to graze on Vegeta's claim-mark, his one hand spreading Vegeta's legs wider. He groaned at the feel of Vegeta's heat engulfing him while he was slowly sliding in. “Hope you don't have complaints about too long prelude…” he moaned into Vegeta's neck.

 

Vegeta didn't have. After several slow careful thrusts his eyes closed and he grit his teeth, wrapping his legs around Goku's waist. His anger completely evaporated, now he was concentrating only on pleasure.

 

Vegeta's quick short gasps were driving Goku crazy. He liked this pregnancy-thing. Vegeta's heightened cravings for sex made the prince emit a great number of various noisy-lustful sounds, which in response was triggering his own arousal. Only seeing and hearing Vegeta's pleasure could almost alone bring him to ecstasy. He watched the smaller muscular body under him, watched how each thrust made it hotter and more flushed and sweatier and more active. He leaned down, trapping Vegeta's arousal between them then nibbled at his claim-mark. Vegeta gasped and his rhythm faltered.

 

“Do you know,” Goku softly grunted into Vegeta's ear, “how I want you?” he thrust harder, making Vegeta whimper incoherently. “Do you realize,” he grazed at the mark, making Vegeta jerk in his arms, “how fucking hot you look right now?” He squeezed Vegeta's hips harder. “And you are mine. All mine,” he murmured between short quick thrusts.

 

Goku saw Vegeta toss his head back on the sofa his hips rising and falling in hasty pace. He caught Vegeta's tail, which was incoherently writhing next to Vegeta, and stroked it from the very base to the very tip. Vegeta howled something unclear, his whole body arching from the sofa, pressing to Goku's, his hands fisting into Goku's nape. Goku grit his teeth in concentration when Vegeta began to repeat his Saiyan name like some mantra. He continued to roughly pet Vegeta's tail making Vegeta wriggle under him in his incoming satisfaction. Then the wave hit Vegeta, leaving him breathless and tense with his orgasm.

 

Goku didn't have enough time to admire Vegeta's ecstasy as his own orgasm claimed him, making him squeeze Vegeta's hips wanting to go all way through his lover.

 

Vegeta was lazily lying half on the white sofa half on Goku and softly purring while Goku was playing with his tail tip twirling it between his fingers.

 

“Sorry,” Goku brushed his fingertips over bruises on Vegeta's waist.

 

Vegeta raised his head to see what his mate was talking about. He shrugged then, laying his head back on Goku's lap. “Doesn't matter. I don't even feel them.” He continued to purr contently.

 

“I didn't want to hurt you,” Goku apologetically kissed one of bruises.

 

“Forget this. I always leave my marks on you.”

 

Goku blinked and looked at Vegeta surprised. “You do that intentionally?”

 

“Well…No…I mean…” Vegeta shook his head then glared at Goku. “If I wanted to leave something on you intentionally it would be a black bruise under your eye or a broken limb!”

 

Goku laughed and leaned down to soothe Vegeta's temper with a kiss. Fear clenched Goku's stomach when Vegeta suddenly turned away. Did he do something wrong again? “Vegeta what's wrong?” Goku suddenly felt like crying - each step they took led them backwards.

 

“Brush your teeth then kiss me,” Vegeta scrunched his nose turning back, so now they were staring at each other. Vegeta felt unnerved when he saw tears glittering in Goku's eyes. “Damn, never thought that you were so fond of your morning breath,” Vegeta said. “If you are so concerned, I can say that mine probably isn't any better either…”

 

Goku suddenly laughed, making Vegeta even more confused. “No, you silly, it's not that… But yes, your breath stinks too.” Goku laid his head on Vegeta's chest. “I am simply very happy that you are back.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “That's why you're crying?”

 

Goku smiled then brushed over Vegeta's tail. “Do you at least feel some changes after meditation?”

 

Vegeta nodded. “Yes, I think it helped. But it might be that it won't last long. I don't know. I'm just guessing.”

 

“It really has some effects…” Goku smiled.

 

“Oh?”

 

“You are purring.”

 

“So, I am…” Vegeta scratched his cheek thinking. He shrugged then. “Alright, let's go to see other rooms. I think I had enough of the living room.”

 

Goku chuckled. “Yeah, we should eat something. What do you want?” Goku asked hoping that Bulma had at least some sense and filled the fridges before giving the house to two Saiyans.

 

Vegeta gave Goku a dubious look.

 

“Oh, c'mon,” Goku gave Vegeta incredulous look, not believing that Vegeta still was not hungry after those rounds of sex. “You must be starving like me,” he gently pushed Vegeta off his lap and got up from the sofa, getting ready for the quest in search of the shower.

 

The house was big. Probably Bulma expected them to have a big family… It had seven rooms. There was the biggest kitchen and the biggest bathroom he had ever seen. Kitchen, bathroom, living room and two small rooms were on the ground floor. Bedroom and three other rooms were upstairs.

 

Goku felt his cheeks heat up and his eyes widen at the size of the bed in the bedroom. Gods, it must be super king size or something… Yes, Bulma was really expecting them to have a big family. No, not expected, she was encouraging it! Well, he didn't mind that, but how was he supposed to find Vegeta in this oversized bed-field?!

 

Bulma did a great job at furnishing the rooms. Goku was content to see that Bulma maintained a minimalistic style everywhere in the house. He knew that Vegeta had felt overcrowded by things in their old house - there had been so little room and so many things. And it was good because of another reason - sometimes Vegeta tended to unleash his anger on things by throwing them into the walls or on the floor. No things - nothing to throw. And Bulma wisely put roller blinds everywhere instead of curtains - no need to wash. And dusting was a quick thing - just ascend to Super Saiyan and all dust is blasted away. Well, the carpet might burn a little in the process but that's not a problem, really.

 

Goku found Vegeta in one of the rooms upstairs. Vegeta was sitting on the carpet and staring at the cot. Goku felt a bit nervous by Vegeta's tenseness. “Is something wrong?” He saw Vegeta start then Vegeta shook his head in denial.

 

“It was Trunks'.”

 

“Oh,” Goku relaxed and smiled. “Remembering loud nights?” He saw Vegeta's lips twitch.

 

“No, Woman usually did that part. I slept in the Gravity Room.” Then Vegeta laughed sadly. “When you think about that - just give me the Gravity Room and I'll be happy…”

 

Goku almost winced. He knew where it was going, and on one hand he wanted Vegeta to sort this out and forget it, but on other hand he knew it was making Vegeta depressed. “Just forget it, Vegeta. You love Trunks. You just have been confused, and there were androids coming. Just forget it.”

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta slowly circled the kitchen table. It didn't seem that the prince would be very hungry.

 

“Sit down. You have to eat something at least,” Goku sat up at the white table. He waited for Vegeta to join him.

 

Vegeta sat up then again observed the food. He didn't feel hungry. That disturbed him - usually after activity in bed he ate everything in sight and looked for more.

 

Goku choked on his pancake when Vegeta said that he would have pineapple juice for breakfast. “No way,” he cleared his throat finally. “I won't let you to starve.” He put five pancakes on a plate and pushed it over to Vegeta. “Eat this at least.”

 

“I don't want it,” Vegeta shook his head but then he probed one of the pancakes with a fork. He knew he had to eat something; it was not healthy for a Saiyan to stay for almost two days without food. “What the hell is it?”

 

“Pancake.” Goku smiled, realizing that he had sounded like Vegeta.

 

Vegeta stabbed all five of his pancakes at once. “I can see that! What did you put in them that they are so swollen?”

 

“For Gods' sake, Vegeta, just eat them,” Goku sighed. He realized that at that point he really had been a good husband - he had never asked Chichi what she put in food. He just ate it. “Bananas, apples, sugar, milk, flour, salt, 6 eggs, oil, water,” he thought a moment, “I think that's it.”

 

“It sounds edible,” Vegeta agreed. He liked sweet food very much. Maybe even more than the color blue.

 

Goku contently watched Vegeta scoop half of the strawberry jam pot and put everything on his pancakes. Even only while looking at all that sweetness Goku's teeth began to ache but as long as Vegeta was eating, he didn't care.

 

“It's strong, isn't it?” Goku asked while watching Vegeta with dreamy eyes.

 

“What? The pancakes?” Vegeta blinked at his plate. “I don't think that's…”

 

“No, the baby's ki,” Goku managed to grin even with his mouth full.

 

“I don't know…” Vegeta shrugged. “But yes, it has the same ki height as Trunks had only when he was born.”

 

“Wow, and he is only a bit older than two weeks…”

 

“Your age counting is a bit strange… And how do you know it's a boy?” Vegeta picked out the rest of the jam and put it all on his pancakes.

 

“Well, presuming that Saiyans had only a few females…”

 

“You want a boy?” Vegeta asked.

 

“No, I didn't say that,” Goku quickly denied. “I'm just guessing. I would be delighted to have a daughter, I already have two sons…”

 

“So you want a girl?”

 

Goku felt trapped. He thought a moment. “Are you teasing me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Bastard.”

 

“Yes.”

 

XXXXX

 

Goku put dirty plates into the sink to wash them. “Do you want to go to Kamala and Raa..raa…whatever the hell his name is, now?”

 

“It's Raaven. Yes, I want to do it now. And I have to do something about them. They don't particularly like the Lookout…”

 

“They will not live here!” Goku stated flatly, putting a bottle of Fairy on a cupboard with a big thud, making varicolored bubbles fly from the bottle.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Of course not. It's our house. I just need to get another capsule house for them.”

 

“I'll ask Bulma. She'll agree to help them.” Goku waited for water to fill the sink.

 

“I already asked, and she agreed. But I have to do something with them before she gets that house. Last time I saw them, Kamala was trying to kill Piccolo and Raaven was helping…”

 

“You are kidding,” Goku chuckled, “Saiyans tried to kill a Namek…what a surprise…”

 

“Yeah,” Vegeta sighed. “For a moment I thought that Piccolo was going to blast their heads to oblivion… I think now they've calmed down a bit.”

 

Goku chuckled again. “Alright, I'll finish washing the dishes, you can dry them and we can go.” He looked at Vegeta then cocked his head to the side. “What you are doing?”

 

“Drying dishes.” Vegeta again released a small amount of ki at the plates that were put on a cupboard to dry.

 

“That's clever,” Goku nodded, turning back to the sink. “Only a lazy person, such as you, could have thought about something like that.”

 

“I'm not lazy. I'm inventive.”

 

“Hmm…”

 

“I'm not lazy!” Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, his nose rising high in the air.

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “Okay, you aren't,” he laughed at his mate's display then got worried when suddenly Vegeta's face drained from color and Vegeta's hand went to his mouth. Vegeta was sick. Goku just helplessly watched his mate run into the bathroom.

 

Vegeta sat on the floor in the bathroom. He pressed his forehead to a cool wall. The spasms had lasted for about five minutes until all breakfast was gone. Now he was getting better. But these sickness attacks were getting really annoying.

 

“Are you alright?” Goku stuck his head through the bathroom door. He observed sitting Vegeta.

 

“Just perfect,” Vegeta muttered then rose to his feet. He rinsed his mouth once again then turned to Goku. “We can go now.”

 

“Let's wait a moment,” Goku shook his head. He looked at Vegeta's pale face. “They'll think that I did something to you, and they are quite fond of you…” Actually he wanted Vegeta to rest a bit. “You definitely are going to ask about this sickness too.”

 

“That's normal. Woman was sick almost every morning.”

 

“You told you couldn't eat neither dinner nor supper.”

 

“I'm a Saiyan, not Human, maybe it's how its supposed to be.”

 

“Maybe you aren't supposed to be sick at all…”

 

“Alright, shut up, I'll ask them.”

 

“Good mate,” Goku patted Vegeta on his head, grinning.

 

“Shut up,” Vegeta smacked his hand away.

 

XXXXX

 

“So what did they say?” Goku asked after Vegeta finished talking with the two Saiyans. The four were sitting at the Lookout's kitchen. Goku looked unhappy not being able to participate in the discussion. It seemed that the two Saiyans couldn't quite agree on something.

 

“They can't decide if sperm should be brown or white.” Vegeta was annoyed. This was ridiculous.

 

“So one had heard something about that?” Goku was relieved. “Then it's normal.”

 

Vegeta scratched his chin in irritation. “They aren't sure. Kamala said that he heard something like a joke once. And Raaven said that it's nonsense.”

 

Goku sighed. “And how about the sickness?”

 

“That's normal, it should pass soon.”

 

“At least this,” Goku was a bit relieved. “Did they say something more?”

 

“Nothing special,” Vegeta shrugged. “Just that they are going to mate.”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “Nothing special… Well, we'll have more pregnant Saiyans then, I suppose…” He intently looked at the two Saiyans. “Actually, how old are they? They seem to be young...”

 

“Kamala is nineteen, Raaven's eighteen.”

 

“Gods,” Goku gasped, “they're only boys!”

 

Vegeta seriously looked at Goku. “Better not call Kamala that to his face. We don't need fights here. And after they mate, keep away from Raaven, otherwise you definitely are going to provoke a fight with Kamala. It seems he's going to be a dominating male in their pair.”

 

Goku scratched his head. “Alright… But I don't see any point in that. I'm mated, and they are going to mate. What's there to fight about?”

 

Vegeta suddenly became very interested in a bowl of fruit that was standing on the table. “Well…dominating partners usually can have more than one partner… Kamala might think that you're after his Raaven.”

 

“Oh,” Goku blinked. “Oh. Okay, this is clear then. But this is nonsense… Raaven probably would try to kill me, if I…”

 

“Kakarott, let me tell you this - they are Saiyans. They grew up with Mortins, but they have some Saiyan culture left in their veins. You are the strongest of all us. You are alpha male. You can do whatever you want, there's no one who could stop you. If you decided that you want Raaven or Kamala, who could stop you?”

 

“Y-you?” Goku stuttered wide-eyed. He never imagined he was seen like that. He never imagined Vegeta saw him like that. He never imagined Vegeta never told him that in order to protect himself. So that's where part of these insecurities Vegeta felt…

 

Vegeta gazed at him for some time then turned away. “No, I can't stop you, and you know it.”

 

“For fuck's sake, Vegeta, you know I'm not like that,” Goku growled, agitated. “And what about the claim-mark?!”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “It's only a mark. It's a sign of possession. It sort of says not to touch the marked person or you'll have to answer for your actions to his owner. The bond does exist only in agreement of the two, but nobody can forbid killing a dominating male and taking the submissive or the opposite.”

 

Goku felt sick. He felt like he would be deceiving Vegeta and all his race but he was happy that Saiyan society didn't exist anymore. If he at least for a moment had ever seen Vegeta as his possession, he would have never forgiven himself. “It's horrible,” he said. Then Goku tensed. “Wait, it means that Kamala or Raaven can go after you?”

 

Vegeta laughed softly. “Yes. But only an idiot would do that. I'm pregnant already; I'm no use to any male now. Besides they know your power…well…and mine too,” he laughed again. “And what's more, they seem to be much more interested in each other than in both of us, and they wouldn't dare to go against their Prince.”

 

“Vegeta, you forget one thing - Gohan never cared about your status when he went after you.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Stop it. I just sort of informed you about your rights. And now you are getting paranoid.” Vegeta smirked at Goku then. “Just tell them that if they tried to touch me, you'd kill them.”

 

“It's not fucking funny!” Goku hissed at his mate.

 

“So stop flouncing around.”

 

“Vegeta, you are not going near them when you're in heat again!” Goku bared his canines at stupefied Kamala.

 

“Don't fucking order me around!” Vegeta hissed at Goku. “You might be alpha male, but I'm a fucking Prince!”

 

“Grrr… I'll kill him!” Goku growled at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta blinked. Something wasn't working. The two Saiyans rose to their feet and stood up next to him. They were prepared to defend him from his own shouting mate. That was so embarrassing! “Kakarott! Shut the fuck up this second!” Vegeta roared, rising too. “Are you happy now?! The morons think that you are going to attack me!”

 

Suddenly Goku felt very, very silly. After Vegeta and he mated sometimes he suddenly would lose a normal track of events when something or someone would threaten his and Vegeta's relationship. “I'm sorry,” he softly pulled Vegeta to him and kissed his brow. “I'm just being an idiot.”

 

“And an aggressive one,” Vegeta angrily pushed Goku back to his seat. “And stop salivating in front of them! We are not a bunch of sappy women!”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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