Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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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 9

 

Bulma watched the Saiyans, smiling. Goku was sprawled all over Vegeta, his head on Vegeta's bare chest, his arms tightly gripping Vegeta's waist. Vegeta didn't seem to mind at all - he himself had one hand fisted in Goku's spiky hair, his other hand thrown over Goku's back. Bulma could hear Goku's calm and even breathing, followed by Vegeta's quicker one.

 

Bulma observed Vegeta's face. Vegeta seemed to be all right - that pasty white pallor was gone, being replaced by a healthy color. And there weren't any dark shadows under Vegeta's eyes anymore. Vegeta was healthy. And she still had no idea as to what happened.

 

Bulma examined the Saiyans once again and left the room. The breakfast can wait - Vegeta ate a plethora yesterday and Goku will come down when he feels hungry.

 

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A very tense and unpleasant feeling in his bladder woke Vegeta up. He shifted trying to get from under that grand weight, he called a mate, but Kakarott only gripped him tighter, making his torture unbearable. And why, for Gods' sake, did he choose this mountain for a mate?!

 

“Kakarott! Kakarott, move damn you!”

 

Goku blinked, focusing his sight on Vegeta. “What?” yawned he.

 

“Get off of me! I've gotta go to the bathroom! Now!” Vegeta finally managed to push Goku away and bolted into the bathroom.

 

“I warned you not to eat too much…” Goku sighed. He waited for Vegeta to come back. “Well?” Goku asked, looking worriedly at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta's brow rose. “`Well' what?”

 

“Well, how did you do?” Goku anxiously perused Vegeta's frail figure.

 

Vegeta stared at Goku for some time blinking. “Sorry, forgot to measure it, but I'll try next time. Do you want approximately or milliliter by milliliter?”

 

Goku scrunched his nose. “I thought you got sick.”

 

“No, I didn't.” Vegeta quickly slipped back in to the warm bedding.

 

Goku pulled him to his chest. “Whatever it was, I hope it doesn't ever come back.”

 

“So do I.” Vegeta shifted then. “I can't breathe!”

 

Goku smiled sheepishly and lessened his hold. “Sorry.” He noticed that Vegeta was drowsing again. “Do you want something to eat?”

 

“No,” Vegeta muttered, turning to his side. He sighed at the silence that followed. “Look, I ate so much that it's no wonder that I don't want anything. Stop worrying. I feel completely fine.”

 

Goku agreed then asked if maybe Vegeta wanted to drink something. But the question was left hanging in the air, because Vegeta was already sleeping.

 

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“So how is he?” Bulma asked, putting Goku's heated breakfast on the table.

 

“Fine,” Goku grinned at her. “He's sleeping now,” Goku pulled the huge plate closer to him. “His ki is returning to normal, so is the baby's. After a day or so, it will be back to normal again.”

 

“That's good,” Bulma nodded, relieved. She watched Goku dig into the food. Goku's appetite seemed to be back. She knew that Goku probably didn't even notice, but Goku has lost some weight himself - Goku had been so worried over Vegeta and the baby that he completely forgot about himself.

 

She stared through the window and felt unspoken emotions rise up in her throat. She wanted to say so many things to her friend, but knew that most of them were probably beyond him or would only leave him confused. Then, when she saw them peacefully sleeping together…she felt relieved, but there was something more. She had a child with Vegeta, and he had never demonstrated such feelings towards her as he did with Goku. Of course, she hardly expected that earlier, but now, when she could see that Vegeta was capable of such deep feelings…

 

One had to be blind not to notice how Vegeta had changed. A quick glance to his `Kakarott', a short smile. Even his voice was softer when he spoke to Goku. And actually he really considered everything Goku suggested or said to him. Vegeta was in love. Of course, she knew that before, but somehow she had never imagined them like this. Even after Vegeta admitted his feelings for Goku, she imagined them both fighting at every occasion, bitching at each other most of the time and the rest of the time fucking like rabbits. And she didn't know why, but it hurt a bit when it appeared that in reality that wasn't the case.

 

But she was happy too - for each in a different way - she loved them both and wished only the best for them. She tried to suppress that stupid jealousy which suddenly overcame her while watching them sleep. She knew that it was her proud feminine side speaking: someone else had snatched her man from under her nose and even managed to do everything better than her. Well, what's to expect? Vegeta himself admitted that he wanted Goku from the very first time he saw that big, spiky-haired Saiyan. The fact that that spiky-haired Saiyan kicked his butt probably only added fire to the prince's fantasies… Yeah…who wouldn't dream about a strong, tall dark and handsome hero…? Bulma laughed. Ah, how she had been angry when Chichi had snatched Goku from under her nose!

 

Goku raised his head from his almost empty plate. “Do you feel okay?”

 

“Ah…yes…why?”

 

“Well, you were laughing… And…why are you looking at me like that?”

 

Bulma blushed a little. “I'm just happy that everything seems to be alright.” She leaned over the table and patted Goku's head. “Big hero.”

 

Goku stared openmouthed at Bulma's retreating back then just shook his head in confusion and went back to eating.

 

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How many times had he longed for and dreamed about waking up like this - warm and secure, embraced in loving arms? How many times did he dream about peace, stability and family? Countless. And he'd always wake up only to find that it was only a dream, a fiction of his longing.

 

He was a Saiyan, a warrior, and the prince. Only that there was hardly anything left to fight for. All the fighting and aggression was in a Saiyan's blood. That was how the Saiyans survived, earlier, before Frieza. After Frieza he didn't know what to fight or live for - almost all of his kind were dead.

 

Of course, he lived and fought for revenge then. But it was different. He got off track then: he wasn't strong enough to stand up to Frieza, which triggered his anxiety, anger and blood lust. His head became so messed up, that he didn't even know who was enemy and who was ally. He became what Frieza wanted him to be - a joyous murderer, obeying his orders. He began killing everyone who only crossed his path. In the end he forgot what he was living and fighting for.

 

But in all that time he hoped that there had to be something more, something better. He hardly believed, but he still had hope. He wanted that nightmare to end. He longed for and missed. He wanted peace and solace. He simply wanted someone to talk to. Radditz had been affected by his bond-mate's loss and he hardly talked at all, he simply obeyed his orders. During all that time they never spoke except for their orders and missions. And Nappa was just pissing him off to no end. Even a ten-year-old had more sense than Nappa!

 

The loneliness had been driving him crazy. He never had time for himself - he was always planning, fighting, purging and expanding Frieza's empire, and still it was too much time for him. He was trying to convince himself that he could manage somehow and that one-day he would put an end to it, but in all that time he was slipping into the Darkness, into the Nothingness.

 

He had been very young and, of course, unmated. And that brought even more trouble. He didn't find any of the other species attractive, and didn't want any relationships with them. But not everyone got the message. And then one unsuccessful romance led to more anger and hatred and panic attacks.

 

But it was the past. Some of it still was alive, still bothered and pestered his current life, but he tried to ignore it. It was hard. He had to relearn everything from the very start - how to trust, how to love. Bulma and Trunks were the first good things after he had been taken to serve Frieza. He didn't love the Woman with that special mate love but he respected her.

 

He doubted if there was anyone in this Universe with her intellect. And he knew that she respected him too. Actually he had no idea why she respected him, but that was enough for a start, and later they simply developed a fondness for each other. At the time they both were lonely and then they both realized that they were a good match. And the child…well…that just happened. He had been angry at first, but after Trunks was born he had never regretted that.

 

Trunks was a part of that longing and dreams that had been buried under his fears such a long time ago. It took time for him to realize that, but after he did, the boy became living proof that sometimes things tended to get better. He saw his son as a part of his long chased hope. That's why he was so overprotective. Maybe it sounded a bit selfish, but in reality he loved Trunks not only because he was some living proof of something. Trunks was his son, his blood, his flesh. Trunks is his son whom he loves and whom he is proud of.

 

How many times had he dreamt about waking up like this? Well…none actually. He had never dreamed about a third-class, a claim-mark on his shoulder and pregnancy. And if he'd ever dreamed it, it would actually have been relegated to a different realm: the nightmares… Who would have known that a nightmare could be so pleasant…?

 

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They were silently eating lunch in Bulma's kitchen. It was a very welcome and comfortable silence. Vegeta was sitting next to Goku, the prince's tail wrapped around Goku's waist, which actually soothed a very pleased Goku, and was eating some chicken with salad and potatoes. Trunks was sitting at Vegeta's other side and gobbling chips, which slightly unnerved Bulma.

 

“Vegeta, baby, would you like some chocolate cake?” Bulma's mother asked, opening the oven.

 

Goku choked on the chicken. He got ready to rescue the stupid blond woman from sure death.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta nodded.

 

Goku blinked then noticed that it was only him who got nervous. Trunks and Bulma didn't react at all and were still eating. Goku concluded that Vegeta and the blond woman had a slightly different type of communication than everyone else. Goku noticed how Bulma's mother happily nodded after Vegeta's answer, pulled out the hot cake from the oven, put it on the table and went to look for a bigger knife.

 

“I want some cake too,” Trunks turned to his grandmother.

 

“Dear, it will be enough for everyone,” the blond woman nodded. “But as your father is pregnant, he gets the first piece.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes and proceeded to eat. Goku was waiting for protests but nothing came.

 

“Here you go, sweetie,” Bulma's mother put the plate with a huge slice of chocolate cake under Vegeta's nose. “Just as you like it - double portion of sugar and triple of chocolate on the top,” she happily patted Vegeta's shoulder.

 

Vegeta forgot his chicken and quickly switched the plates. “Umm... It's good,” he said to the blonde, who was still hovering over his shoulder, after tasting it. He shoveled more cake into his mouth.

 

Bulma's mother was ecstatic. She happily clasped her hands and went back to the cake slicing it for everyone else to share.

 

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“Well, baby,” Goku grinned at Vegeta, after they went back to their home and settled down on their sofa in the living room across from the TV, “how do you feel?”

 

Vegeta glared at him. “Don't call me that,” he said sternly.

 

“Aw, you didn't protest when Bulma's mother called you that…” To Vegeta's discontentment Goku grinned again.

 

“That's because I can't kill her,” Vegeta snorted. “I wouldn't get those cakes anymore. And no threats in the universe work on her - she's just plain stupid!”

 

“Nah, I think she knows you are a good fellow,” Goku laughed.

 

“A good fellow?” Vegeta's brow rose.

 

“Well, do you think I'd live with a total bad ass?” he playfully brushed over Vegeta's hair.

 

“I think you are attracted to bad guys…” Vegeta smirked. “And their asses too…”

 

“Nooo,” Goku shook his head in denial, “only to one ass.” He nuzzled Vegeta's shoulder, smiling. Then Goku tensed a little. “Listen, I want to ask you something…” he nervously coughed after Vegeta turned around to face him. “Can you do me a favor? I would be very grateful,” he felt awfully awkward. “It would be very nice…”

 

“For Gods' sake! What do you want?” Vegeta almost growled in nervous impatience.

 

“Well, I thought that maybe you could… I will understand if you refuse… I just think… Well, maybe it's not a very good idea, but you know it would be very nice… Well…”

 

“You are repeating yourself…” Vegeta growled in annoyance this time. He was getting fearful.

 

“Can Krillin come visit us?” Goku quickly spilled, pleadingly staring into Vegeta's eyes.

 

Vegeta almost fainted in relief. By Goku's hesitation he had expected something much worse. “Yes, of course he can,” he nestled back into the sofa. “But it would be easier… if you called them all at once.”

 

Goku stared at Vegeta. “You wouldn't mind?”

 

“No,” Vegeta shrugged.

 

Goku happily pulled Vegeta onto his lap and quickly kissed his cheek. “I'll tell Krillin that he can come by when he feels up to it. Others…I think I'll suggest Bulma throwing one of her parties…you know, like that one where you…”

 

“Yes,” Vegeta cut Goku off, not wanting to hear the rest. He still was ashamed of his assault on Goku that day.

 

Goku softly kissed Vegeta's nape. “You know, if not for that incident, we might never have gotten together…” he nuzzled Vegeta's shoulder. “We are going to have a baby. I'm very happy. And I know you are happy too, aren't you?” He listened to Vegeta's soft breathing then felt Vegeta lean into him.

 

“It's all I have ever wanted.”

 

The words were soft, just above a whisper, but Goku had never felt happier. He tightly embraced Vegeta from behind. “Thank you. For your love and effort,” he added before Vegeta could have questioned. Goku put his head on Vegeta's shoulder then nuzzled Vegeta's neck again.

 

Vegeta turned around in Goku's embrace, his lips searching for Goku's. He was a bit confused when Goku pulled away.

 

“Have you forgotten my promise?” Goku smiled at Vegeta.

 

“Ah, yes, the promise…” Vegeta smirked at him.

 

Vegeta let himself to be ITed to their bedroom then be laid on the bed. Vegeta watched Goku kick his boots off then take off his.

 

He felt butterflies in his stomach while waiting for Kakarott's lips to touch his. He closed his eyes and slightly opened his lips. He felt Kakarott tentatively brush over them then give a non-passionate but very affectionate kiss-peck. He opened his lips further, inviting Kakarott, and then Kakarott's mouth was over his, Kakarott's tongue slipping in.

 

The kiss grew more passionate, wet, slick sounds echoing in the room. Goku pulled Vegeta up, his hand buried in Vegeta's hair, his other roaming over Vegeta's back. Goku felt Vegeta's fingers entangle in his own hair, the prince's other hand settling down on his waist, but then sliding lower, to his buttocks, and squeezing lightly.

 

Goku caught Vegeta's hand that was trying to get under his shirt. “No,” he murmured after pulling back lightly. “This time is for you,” he released Vegeta's hand and gently pushed Vegeta down on the bed. He again leaned down to capture his mate's unresisting mouth.

 

The kiss was familiar, exciting, caring. Vegeta was excited to feel the familiar rush in his body. It was quite long time ago when he last felt it. He explored the mouth before him, and was happy to have the response he desired. Everything was still the same. He purred at Kakarott's hand trailing under his shirt and caressing his chest, abdomen and nipples. He felt Kakarott's fingers tease his hardened nipples then Kakarott's hand slid lower. It ran over his waist, not touching the sweatpants, then slipped in between his legs to caress his inner thigh.

 

Goku raised himself a bit to leave Vegeta some space. He tugged at Vegeta's tank top then, after Vegeta rose a bit, took the tank top off. Goku pressed Vegeta down again, his mouth placing kisses on Vegeta's bare chest, his hand slipping out from between Vegeta's thighs to untie Vegeta's sweatpants. After Vegeta raised his hips, he pulled the sweats and underpants away.

 

Vegeta felt pleasant shivers run up and down his body as a wet, vigorous tongue circled his right nipple then, after several blissful licks, Kakarott's mouth engulfed it. Stroking and caressing on its way, Kakarott's right hand traveled up his side, to slightly pinch his other nipple then it slid down again to squeeze Vegeta's hip.

 

Goku gave a quick lick to each of the twins and raised his head to look at Vegeta's hooded eyes. The sight was gorgeous. Goku found himself trying to swallow Vegeta - he attached himself to Vegeta's swollen lips, wanting to taste, to feel Vegeta's taste, Vegeta's need for him. Vegeta needed him, he could feel that from the passionate, quick, frenzied kisses Vegeta returned. With a ravenous growl Goku tore himself from Vegeta's hot mouth and his lips went to Vegeta's jaw, then neck, leaving a burning trail of kisses and grazes. He was rhythmically squeezing Vegeta's hip in his hand, while trying to keep his hips from grinding into Vegeta's.

 

His lubed fingers easily slipped inside, and Vegeta gasped as Goku found his sweet-spot. Vegeta spread his legs further after Goku began to hit that spot again and again.

 

Goku watched Vegeta pushing down on his fingers, his fingers disappearing then appearing again. He stopped moving his fingers inside Vegeta. Vegeta's eyes opened. Vegeta's hooded eyes gazed into his while Vegeta was pushing himself up and down his fingers. The sight made Goku groan, he couldn't deny himself anymore. He quickly removed his fingers from Vegeta, squeezed some lubricant into his palm, coated himself and positioned at Vegeta's entrance. He slowly pushed inside. He took a hold of Vegeta's hip and sheathed to the hilt. He stayed still, letting Vegeta adjust to him, then, after he sensed Vegeta's discomfort lessen, drew away then pushed forward again. He leaned down to graze at the claim-mark. He felt Vegeta's muscles clench and unclench again as his tongue brushed over the claim-mark. After several more licks he felt Vegeta relax completely. Goku tentatively moved, trying to find a better angle then pushed harder, making Vegeta gasp and squirm under him. Goku thrust several times more then slowed down, trying not to touch the spot. He leisurely pushed back and forth, his long and full strokes filling Vegeta but not exactly giving what he needed at the moment.

 

Goku reached for Vegeta's member, stroked its underside, toyed with its head, circling it several times with his fingertips, brushing over the slit, making Vegeta shake and moan under him. Brushed again. Goku left Vegeta's arousal and concentrated on Vegeta's tail. He pushed his hand under Vegeta's backside, grasped the tail at its very base, gave it several quick strokes, making Vegeta arch off the bed. Goku watched Vegeta's eyes roll into the back of Vegeta's head, Vegeta's teeth biting his lip. He stroked the tail firmer.

 

“For fuck's sake, just fuck me.” Vegeta groaned, arching more then pushing back into Kakarott's hand. He was sure that he was going to come soon, with or without Kakarott's help. He breathlessly fell back onto the bed after Kakarott released his tail.

 

Goku returned to his main task. He had a hard time concentrating - he was throbbing after Vegeta's moans, groans and displays. Soon he was mad with his slow full, thrusts into Vegeta's opening, but before his ultimate goal he began to fondle Vegeta's pulsing arousal and his hardened sacks, driving Vegeta absolutely mad with need. Only after Vegeta began to curse him in Saiyan did he comply. He lingered, feeling Vegeta's pulsing heat around him then pulled back, almost out, then slammed home. Vegeta immediately approved - his legs wrapped around Goku's waist, Vegeta clinging to Goku's front, his hands holding onto Goku's back.

 

“Ahhh…yes…ummm…like that…ahhh…” Vegeta groaned, moving in tune with Goku's pelvis.

 

“Fuck…Veg…Ummh…grah…ah…” ; Goku bit his lip, crushing their bodies together glistening with sweat. He could feel that Vegeta was near and increased his thrusts even more.

 

“Ah…yes…oh…ah…” Vegeta's head fell back, his body flushed and glistening, ready to climax.

 

Goku grit his teeth and pressed Vegeta down into the bedding, his pelvis moving faster.

 

Vegeta was panting hard, his insides burning from speed and pleasure. “Yes…ah…ah…aaahhhgh!” His body pressed against Goku's, rigid with his orgasm, his seed spurting into the small space between their bodies.

 

Goku grunted something unclear, pushed through the clamping muscles several times more and joined Vegeta in his release.

 

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Goku yawned. He contently stretched himself then again nestled next to still sleeping Vegeta.

 

Goku was so ecstatic after Vegeta agreed with his wish to invite Krillin to their home. Goku wanted to see Krillin very much. After his and Vegeta's announcement about their relationship he didn't have an opportunity to speak with Krillin.

 

At first Goku wasn't very sure if it was a good idea to invite Krillin to their house - he still wasn't sure how Krillin fellt about his and Vegeta's relationship. Goku was glad that after the announcement Krillin didn't run screaming his head off.

 

Goku knew that, when it involved a sexual relationship between two males, Krillin was pretty conservative. Inviting him to their house might be a bit much; he thought that he probably should give Krillin more time to adjust to the thought of Vegeta and him. But then again - after Vegeta became ill, there wasn't a day that went by that Krillin didn't call to inquire about Vegeta's health.

 

That meant a great deal to Goku, Krillin's friendship and support. And if Krillin really was concerned about Vegeta's health, which, Goku undoubtedly believed was true, then it would be a good idea to invite Krillin over to see them both.

 

Vegeta knew all about Krillin's daily calls, and Goku expected Vegeta to behave. Not that Vegeta was uncivilized, of course, but usually Vegeta tended to be unnoticeable in gatherings - he simply would sit or lean on the wall silently, not saying a word, and it really could become unnerving. Goku didn't want Vegeta to simply stare at the window or just plainly leave while Krillin was trying to be friendly. He wanted them to get along. They were both very important to him. Goku knew that Krillin sort of liked Vegeta, but Goku hardly had any idea as to how his mate felt about Krillin.

 

Well, the fact that Vegeta didn't start cursing or spluttering after hearing Krillin's name every time the phone rang, was a good sign. For example Goku would never try to invite Yamcha over for a visit. He was afraid that Vegeta simply might see that as a personal insult. He probably wouldn't try to kill or beat Yamcha, but it would be several good months before he would ever get sex again. Goku knew perfectly well that the sentence `Call them all' did not include Yamcha.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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