Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Hello, NewFan! Well typos rarely concern me - we all are human after all. It's that sometimes there is more serious stuff left than typos.

 

Well, I suppose my English started because of playing computer games. Strategic and action games are the best for that. Soon I knew such word like: attack, stop, talk, pick up, walk, tree, house, build. I love quests but they always gave me a headache because I had no a clue what people on the screen were talking about and just clicked everything randomly. Ah, well, but the simplest words I learnt helped me in university to deal with the language faster than other students. But sure, only then I started talking and writing my own sentences (English pisses me off because the pronunciation is very different from writing). My language is much simpler at that, hahaha) And then I stumbled on Tomb Raider fanfics. Whoa. The new world opened before me. After a year or more I went to DBZ fanfics. And I read even more. And then I started writing. So six years, yeah.

 

And who says that Computer Games are harmful? hehehe I'm such a child *hits her head at the keyboard*

 

Okay, so to the fic. Oh, yes, many people enjoyed that Yamcha's “little traumatic experience”. Can you imagine a straight guy being stuck and then realizing that he's getting hard while listening to two homosexuals go at it? Oh my… Well, sure I rarely stress such things in Playing Home. This fic is mainly for fun and everyone considers it just a fun scene to laugh at. Though, it can be much more. It's life, actually…there are many of us that got into such sort of situation. Brother, sister, cousins or roommates bringing over their dates… Ah well, the bravest of us at least masturbated. Jeez, need not to forget to wash my mouth later.

 

Yes, here I see Vegeta and Goku's relationship as based on trust. They can shout, can scream, even beat the shit out of each other, but they love each other, and everything soon settles. Vegeta will never change, and Goku knows that. Vegeta's Kakarott will always be ingenuous and always ready to help guy, and Vegeta knows that. But that's why they are together after all.

 

Hello, LadyKATT! A bit of bad news? I hope you are okay, darling. Such a shame that it seems you can't breathe freely. I really wish it everything got better for you.

 

 

 

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

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

 

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

 

Part 14

 

There was a month left before the Dragon Balls recharged and it was the fourth month of Vegeta's pregnancy. Everything was nice and calm. Now almost all of Goku's friends had settled down with the idea regarding both Saiyans, Vegeta began to respond to Yamcha's apologies, and Goku was happy. Vegeta's flat stomach became not so flat, and Goku was almost bubbling with joy; Vegeta reacted to these changes not so joyously.

 

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Goku contently brushed his hand over Vegeta's stomach. The ki inside Vegeta was growing stronger each day. Vegeta didn't have any stresses anymore and that was clearly seen in how fast the ki of the Little started growing.

 

Goku pulled Vegeta higher on himself then noticed that Vegeta fell asleep while watching TV. Goku smiled and laid Vegeta next to him on the sofa. He observed Vegeta's relaxed face and smiled; pregnancy was good for Vegeta. The features on Vegeta's face softened, and Vegeta looked much younger (not that he looked old before!). After Vegeta stopped training so harshly and began eating more or less healthier (of course with Goku's initiative) his skin became lighter and satiny. Vegeta's hair darkened even more and his eyes began sparkling with life. Even Vegeta's tail grew richer and darker in color and became puffier. If earlier Goku found Vegeta very handsome now he couldn't tear his eyes away from his mate.

 

Goku mischievously smiled and reached for Vegeta's tail. Vegeta didn't need as much sleep anyway - Vegeta was simply bored. Besides today he had something special prepared for Vegeta.

 

Goku softly brushed over the whole length then parted the fur at the very tip of the tail and pressed his fingers into the soft skin. He drew several circles then ruffled the fur. Vegeta shifted, and after a minute Goku noticed Vegeta's breathing hitch and after several seconds more a slight bulge grew up in between Vegeta's thighs. Goku massaged and squeezed the tip even firmer. Vegeta's hips rose in response. Goku grinned and reached for the tail's base to stroke it rhythmically. After a minute Vegeta softly moaned then turned a bit more onto his side to give better access to the hand that was giving him pleasure.

 

Goku watched Vegeta waking up. Vegeta was now purring loudly, his breathing ragged. Goku watched Vegeta's eyes focus on him then he winked at Vegeta's hooded eyes. He leaned down to capture Vegeta's mouth with his own. Vegeta eagerly responded.

 

Slowly, Goku's hands rose up Vegeta's sides, to Vegeta's belt and started unfastening it. Goku could scent how strongly Vegeta was aroused - the whole room was drowning in that rich, sweet smell of fertility that was mixing with the scent of arousal.

 

Goku finally got rid of Vegeta's trousers and gazed at his mate's rigid flesh.

 

“Do you still feel that itching?” Goku asked, licking his lips.

 

“No…” Vegeta purred, pressing himself to Goku. “But I still don't feel like fucking you…”

 

“Sit up,” Goku purred, pushing Vegeta up on the sofa to place him in a more comfortable position. He spread Vegeta's thighs further and flicked his tongue over the arousal's head. He held Vegeta as that one jerked in reaction, his head being tossed back.

 

Goku put one hand on Vegeta's hip to keep him still. He rounded the head with his tongue then brushed over the slit. He heard Vegeta gasp then Vegeta spread his knees further. Goku raised his head to see Vegeta's closed eyes, his head resting on the sofa's backrest.

 

Goku lowered his head to come back to his hard task. He cupped Vegeta's sacks to massage them while his right hand and mouth were occupied with his household's treasure. After several moments he saw precum gathering. He licked it away then opened his mouth further and swallowed as much of the length as he could handle.

 

“Hnnnn,” Vegeta's whole body tensed, his right hand falling on Goku's back, the other entangling in Goku's spiky hair.

 

Goku drew away, to look at Vegeta's clouded face flushed with pleasure. He dragged his tongue over the underside of the swollen organ. Goku then swallowed again, feeling all Vegeta's muscles tense.

 

Goku knew that he was torturing Vegeta; Vegeta was more than ready to come at least ten minutes ago. Vegeta again was picking up speed, thrusting into his mouth, scratching his scalp, panting and moaning loudly. He again held Vegeta's hips down not allowing Vegeta to reach his peak and drew away from the swollen and throbbing length. He could see Vegeta's lust crazed eyes glare at him in anger and Goku wondered how long it would be before Vegeta decided to take the initiative. Better not take too long - a Vegeta mad with lust was a sight to behold, and he was almost crazy with need himself.

 

Goku was holding Vegeta down upon the sofa, caressing Vegeta's tail and kissing his inner thigh while Vegeta was fruitlessly trying to get some friction onto his neglected arousal. Goku was simply enjoying the mad look Vegeta was giving him.

 

“Ummm…Vegetaaa…” Goku loudly purred, running his hands up Vegeta's thighs.

 

And then the patience and sanity snapped.

 

“Just fucking…grr!” Vegeta knocked Goku off the couch onto the floor. “Grrrr!” he hissed pinning Goku under him, Goku's clothes flying all around them in pieces. “Uhhhghh…” Vegeta's head fell back as he sheeted himself down to the hilt.

 

Goku's eyes seemed to threaten to drop out of his head. “Ghah…” he clutched onto the carpet while Vegeta didn't seem bothered at all and was pounding into him at a rapid pace. Sure, he had readied for this Vegeta's outburst and this was what he wanted to accomplish, and luckily he used plenty of lubricant, but the pain was still there.

 

Vegeta's low growls and urgent pants were echoing in the room, and just as Goku started to enjoy himself Vegeta's rhythm faltered, his tail went rigid and he spilled himself into Goku. He breathlessly fell onto Goku, while still inside him. He was catching his breath when he heard Goku laugh.

 

“Still don't feel like fucking me?”

 

“I hate you,” Vegeta panted out without much pizzazz.

 

“Well, of course,” Goku grinned widely. “You hate me so much that decided to fuck me.” He shifted then. “If you don't mind I'd like to get rid of this stiff thing between my legs too,” he grinned at the back of Vegeta's head.

 

“You should have thought about that before you started this,” Vegeta raised his head to smirk at Goku.

 

“Well, if you can't help, I can always find more helpful persons…”

 

Goku yelped as Vegeta smacked his backside.

 

“I'll kill them,” Vegeta snorted.

 

Goku pulled on Vegeta's hair. “Don't be so aggressive or I won't invite you…” he chuckled.

 

Vegeta fell silent.

 

Goku felt confused as Vegeta pulled out of him then raised his face to him.

 

“If you ever bring Kamala to our house, I will fucking kill you both.”

 

Goku's eyes widened.

 

“Do you think I don't see how you gape at him? You think I'm so damn blind?” Vegeta's voice chilled Goku.

 

“Gods, Vegeta, what are you talking about?!” Goku's face drained from all color. “Ka-”

 

“Don't tell me that shit,” Vegeta snickered. “Do you think I'm totally clueless?”

 

Goku frantically rubbed his forehead. “Gods, Vegeta. Well, okay I peeped at his ass a little. He has a nice ass. So what? Yamcha has a nice ass too. That doesn't mean that I want to sleep with him.”

 

“Peeped? A little?” Vegeta snickered again. “Don't want to get into stupid arguments, but really - bring him home and I'll fucking rip your head off. I'm serious.”

 

“Ve-”

 

“Shut. Up.”

 

“But I really didn't do anything wrong!” Goku yelled. “You are so damn paranoid! I saw how YOU looked at him too! Like it's my fault that he has a damn fine ass!”

 

“Kakarott. Mention his ass one more time, and you will spend the rest of your life blind.”

 

“What the fuck got into you?!” Goku growled in fury. “Are you completely out of your mind?!”

 

“Was it me who was shouting “ahhhsss” and “ohhsss” while dreaming about fucking Kamala?!”

 

“Oh. Shit,” Goku blushed fiercely. “Oh dammit.” He slumped on the bed. “But Vegeta…have you never dreamt of anyone else besides me? Ever?”

 

“No! I don't fucking dream about fucking anyone else!”

 

Goku drew the sheet around him. He sat up on the bed. “Hell, Vegeta, if I have dreams about having sex with both of you it doesn't-”

 

“Both of us?! Are you completely crazy?! I wouldn't ever touch him even if-”

 

“Ha! You have to admit that he is handsome!” Goku stubbornly looked at Vegeta.

 

“That's no excuse for dreaming about fucking us both!”

 

“Oh Gods…” Goku groaned while shaking his head in disbelief. “It's just a fucking dream!” he shook his head again. “Bulma called this morning. She wants to take you out shopping. You will need clothes.”

 

Vegeta snorted at that. “Fine.”

 

“Vegeta, did you speak with Bulma about your mood swings?” Goku sighed.

 

“I don't have any mood swings!”

 

“What did she say?”

 

“Something about hormones.”

 

“Does Raaven have them too?” Goku started looking for his underwear. He knew the chance was gone: Vegeta wasn't in the mood for that, and he himself had also lost interest.

 

“Yes. Yesterday he tried to kill Kamala.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“And I wish good luck to him,” Vegeta snorted.

 

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Goku felt a bit insulted that neither Bulma nor Vegeta invited him to go with them. He sat sulking in the kitchen, eating Vegeta's unfinished cake and forlornly gazed out the window. He finished the cake then put the plate in the sink and sat down again. Well he knew that he wasn't a fashion expert, but hey! Vegeta wasn't either! Well…alright, Vegeta had more clothes than he, but hey - quantity doesn't mean quality!

 

But then Goku thought more. And the more he thought, the more he realized that all the clothes he had were orange gis. They were comfortable and he liked the color. He also had several suits, one pair of jeans, one sweater, a coat and several shirts.

 

Goku scratched his head confused. He never thought about the clothes before, he simply wore them. And if people weren't running to him or away from him, he would rather walk around naked. He had no problem with that. Well, Vegeta really would have problem with that but not him.

 

Now Goku started pondering if Vegeta liked how he dressed. He never noticed Vegeta having an interest in clothes, but to think about it… Well, Vegeta really had many more clothes than him. Vegeta had plenty of tank tops, sweatpants, jeans, sweaters, fighting suits. His favorite color was blue of course, but Vegeta also liked black, white and red. But no orange… Vegeta didn't have any orange clothes…

 

Goku stared at the white table surface. Vegeta never complained about how he dressed, but obviously he must not to like an orange color. Goku sighed heavily. He had to buy more clothes. Something Vegeta would like. That was going to be a problem. If he went shopping alone, he definitely would end up in something orange again. So, he needed help. Chichi didn't care about fashion either. Bulma was out shopping with Vegeta. Hmm… Sure! - Bulma's mother!

 

“Hi!” Goku chirped at the blonde woman who didn't even react when Goku appeared next to her.

 

“Hello, honey. Does Vegeta want chocolate cake again?”

 

“Uhh…not exactly,” Goku sheepishly smiled. “I thought…well...Bulma and Vegeta went shopping so I thought that I could surprise Vegeta and buy something nice for myself too… Could you help me pick some clothes out?”

 

Bulma's mother clasped her hands excitedly. “Of course! Let's go!” Then suddenly she remembered. “Oh, wait. I already have something for you. It's my husband's but he never wore it. It stretches so it should fit you too. “Come with me,” she motioned for Goku to follow her.

 

“Are you sure?” Goku gazed at himself in the mirror.

 

“Of course I'm sure,” the blonde nodded excitedly. “It fits perfectly! You look very good in it.”

 

“Well…” Goku turned to the side, observing his reflection in the mirror. “It looks strange. And it's kind of hard to walk in it. Well… it's too tight in some places …”

 

“Oh, it has to be like that,” the blonde reassured, her eyes fixed on Goku's butt.

 

“That's weird,” Goku concluded. Why wear such an uncomfortable robe? Well, Bulma's mother said that he looked good in it, but… Actually he thought that he looked strange - he had never worn such a tight thing before. And it was all black. Why wear something so black? And why was the outfit crunching so loudly while he walked? Was it leather or something? “There's no hole for my tail.”

 

“Don`t worry, I'll make it,” the blonde smacked Goku on his behind.

 

“Ouch! What was that for?” Goku looked around while rubbing his butt.

 

“For thinking so long - it looks perfect on you,” the blonde winked at him. “Take it.”

 

“Well, if you say so…” Goku gave in.

 

Later they visited several shops in the city center. Goku thought that the prices were too high, but Bulma's mother then decided to make Goku a present for all the birthdays she had ever missed. After looking at the price tags Goku thought that he could buy a house for all the money they spent, but the blond insisted on ten more minutes, and Goku gave in.

 

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It was 9PM when Vegeta came back home. He slammed the door behind him, cursing.

 

“How went the shopping?” Goku shouted from the living room.

 

Vegeta cursed for quite some time. “I'll be damned if I ever go shopping with her again! I'd have done it in an hour! Stupid women!” He entered the living room and threw the bags on the carpet. “And what did we buy? Only sweatpants, because they don't have anything for pregnant men! We had to go to a tailor and order the clothes there!” Vegeta finally turned to Goku. “Oh,” he blinked then slapped his forehead. “I should have warned you against those clothes. The blonde tried to dress me like that too… Perverted creep,” Vegeta shuddered.

 

“Oh… Well, she said I looked nice…”

 

“Of course you look nice…” Vegeta cast his eyes over Goku, “for a fuck.”

 

“What?!”

 

“Have you been looking at the mirror while putting it on?”

 

“Yes,” Goku nodded. He began suspecting that Vegeta didn't like his new outfit.

 

“Alright,” Vegeta laughed. “Undress and give it to me. I think I'll have to demonstrate something for you.”

 

“Are you sure?” Goku doubted. “If you don't like it…”

 

Vegeta laughed again. “Not that I don't like it, but usually one doesn't sit in front of the TV while dressed like this…”

 

Goku shrugged. He undressed and was left sitting on the sofa across from the TV in only his boxers while Vegeta went to the bathroom to put the clothes on.

 

“Oh…” Goku's eyes widened after Vegeta showed up from the bathroom. “Oh…” he slowly blinked measuring Vegeta from his toes to his head. “Oh…”

 

Vegeta turned about, smirking, and waved his tail in the air. “Speechless I see…”

 

“Oh…”

 

“That I already heard,” Vegeta teased Goku.

 

“Come here,” Goku regained his speech. He extended his hand to Vegeta, his eyes still locked on Vegeta's figure. Goku felt a delicious fire start in his groin.

 

Vegeta smirked and stepped aside, out of Goku's reach. “No, I think I'll go for a walk now, or maybe visit some bars…” he turned around, waved goodbye with his tail and ITed away.

 

“Some bars?!” Goku jumped to his feet. “Dressed like that?!” He quickly scanned for Vegeta's ki. He'd kill anyone who would only touch Vegeta!

 

“Fast…” Vegeta purred at Goku, after that one appeared next to him. He jumped to the side as Goku tried to grab him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he smirked.

 

“Vegeta, come here,” Goku again tried to reach him. “You are not going anywhere!”

 

“Says who?” he half purred, half laughed at Kakarott. He was delighted to see the reaction he caused. Kakarott didn't even seem to realize that they were in the middle in the woods, near their sparring grounds and not in the city. He could scent that Kakarott was very aroused. He wanted to repay Kakarott for that dream about Kamala.

 

Goku cursed the moment he promised to teach Vegeta how to IT. Vegeta was teasing him, and he was frustrated. Besides he didn't get any that morning!

 

Goku gasped as Vegeta suddenly appeared behind him and brushed his hand over Goku's tail, on the very end almost roughly pulling at it. Vegeta disappeared again. Goku tried to catch him, but soon understood that it wasn't possible - Vegeta was now much faster than him with IT.

 

“Vegeta, stop!” Goku growled after ten minutes. “It's annoying! Come here!”

 

Goku yelped as Vegeta suddenly appeared before him and took a hold of his erect member, making Goku almost fall over. Before Goku could have too a hold of him, he disappeared again.

 

Goku was throbbing. He could perfectly scent that Vegeta was also aroused by this game of his. He was becoming crazed with lust. He simply wanted to throw Vegeta on his back and mete out punishment for this nonsense, by punishing him hard and quick.

 

After another Vegeta “attack”, he just snapped. In the blink of an eye he ascended to Super Saiyan Three, grabbed Vegeta by his retreating arm, threw him on the grass and pressed him under himself. And only after seeing the pain in Vegeta's face, did he snap out of it and descend. He had burnt Vegeta.

 

“Oh Gods, I'm sorry,” Goku quickly sat up. He started rubbing Vegeta's wrists. “I'm so sorry,” he kissed the red marks on them. He could see that he scared Vegeta with that outburst of his: Vegeta was lying on the grass, not daring to move. “I'm really sorry,” he kissed Vegeta's eyes then cheeks. He heard Vegeta exhale the breath he was holding then Vegeta sat up. He rubbed his wrists.

 

“Are you fucking crazy?!” he growled.

 

Goku guiltily lowered his head. “I'm sorry,” he repeated again.

 

“Whatever,” Vegeta slacked off. “I should have known.” He then smirked at Goku. “We'll repeat this after the baby's born, when I'm also able to ascend.”

 

“A long wait…” Goku smiled, feeling relieved that Vegeta wasn't angry with him. He leaned down and tentatively pressed his lips to Vegeta's. He pushed his tongue inside after Vegeta opened his mouth for him. And then he felt that crazy lust come back, wash over him, leaving him panting and stone hard.

 

Vegeta gasped into Goku's mouth as his back hit the grassy ground, one of Goku's hands peeling the black cloth away, the other holding him by his nape, maintaining the kiss, which was growing more brutal with each passing second.

 

Goku clashed their teeth together, sucked on Vegeta's lower lip, lowered Vegeta's head onto the grass, pressed their mouths together again and straddled Vegeta while pulling his mate's outfit away.

 

Vegeta groaned at the feel of Goku's hand slipping in between his thighs. He gave out a small whimper as it clasped his genitals, slightly squeezing the sacks and stroking their underside. Goku swallowed Vegeta's groans and whimpers then released Vegeta's lips.

 

“Do you have the lubricant?” Goku asked.

 

“Nooohoo,” Vegeta's eyes rolled back in his head as Goku's hand stroked him several times. “Use… ohh… saliva.”

 

Goku licked his palm and again returned to Vegeta's upright arousal. He slowly stroked it, coating it with saliva. Vegeta began to buck, and Goku stroked faster. He watched Vegeta's closed eyes and open panting mouth. He could see a blush blossoming on Vegeta's cheeks and chest.

 

“Spread your legs,” Goku put his fingers to Vegeta's mouth. “Farther.”

 

“Uhm…” Vegeta turned his head to the side, feeling Goku's fingers probing his entrance. “Uh…yes…” he lifted his hips after the fingers slipped in. He felt them move inside, scissoring, and then again moving. His hips shot forward on their own after the fingers touched that blessed spot inside him. He felt relief when the palm on his arousal and the fingers found the rhythm he was comfortable with.

 

Goku watched Vegeta writhing under him, trying to get his fingers deeper, his body beginning to glisten with a thin layer of sweat. Goku grinned seeing one of Vegeta's hands fist into the grass, other grabbing his hand that was on his member and trying to hurry him. He watched Vegeta's hips rise and fall then again rise, pushing against his hand and fingers. Goku could watch this for an eternity but unfortunately he too had his own needs. And they had already been neglected for far too long.

 

Goku pressed his fingers to Vegeta's prostate tighter, which drew more moans from Vegeta. Goku pushed them deeper in, more fiercely and watched Vegeta's head fall back, the prince's mouth open, his knees and thighs beginning to tremble, his hips suddenly faltering for a moment, then shove forward, then clench, then push again.

 

“Aa…uhmm…” Vegeta bit his lip but soon had to release it because of the lack of air. “Ohh…” He felt a familiar, hot, puffy ball gathering in his lower stomach. It stayed there for a while, while growing bigger and bigger but after several moments it exploded, leaving him in an nondescript angle, his hips still pushing but then stopping at all as the prurient explosion shook him to his spinal cord.

 

Goku smirked at a half-conscious Vegeta, and drew his fingers away. He waited for Vegeta to come round then pushed himself in. As presumed after the orgasm, Vegeta's body produced some slick liquid that lightened the friction. During heat and all times after their mating Vegeta had been slick while aroused, but that ended several weeks ago. Usually a Saiyan's body more or less produced the lubricant while aroused, but in very small quantities.

 

Goku brushed a damp hair strand from Vegeta's forehead. Vegeta still was lightheaded. Goku brushed with his palm over Vegeta's chest. He liked Vegeta's body: it was muscled, but at the same time seemed to be very delicate, and Vegeta had almost no hair on his body, only several curls on his genitals. Well, Goku also had no hair on his other parts. That let him think that all Saiyans were like that. He liked being Saiyan - no beard to shave, no disgusting hair on the chest or back, he didn't even have any hairs in his armpits. Having in mind that during the full moon they were able to turn into giant and hairy monkeys, he thought that it was very surprising. And he liked his tail. Oh, how he liked his tail! Well, he liked Vegeta's more, but anyway, it was a very good thing to be a Saiyan.

 

“Well?” Goku kissed Vegeta on his lips then broke the kiss to look at Vegeta. “Ready?”

 

“Always.”

 

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The next morning Vegeta woke up in their bedroom. He had no idea how he appeared there. He was alone in the bed, with a sheet drawn on his naked body. He felt a little squirmy, but after checking he found his mate's ki downstairs.

 

“Morning,” Goku happily purred at Vegeta.

 

“Hey,” Vegeta wrapped the sheet tighter around his waist. Interested, he looked at Goku who was in the middle of various clothes. “What are you doing?”

 

“Well, that weird black thing was not the only one I brought in yesterday…”

 

Vegeta leaned down to observe the price tags. “Kakarott?” he seriously looked at his mate. “Did you hack my account?”

 

“Very funny. I don't even know how to switch a computer on.”

 

“Where did you get them?” Vegeta sat upon the carpet, opposite Goku.

 

“Bulma's mother gave them to me as a present. She asked how old I was and said that it would be for all the birthdays she missed.”

 

“Clever witch…” Vegeta sighed. “And did YOU asked how old she was? Did she ask for her presents yet?”

 

“Oh.” Goku's eyes widened. “I suppose I should take them back…”

 

“Nah, keep them, if she gave them to you, but if she asks you to dance in that leather costume for her birthday…” Vegeta's nose crunched. “Just tell me in that case.”

 

Goku laughed. “Alright.” He then turned to Vegeta again. “She is a bit weird.”

 

“She is sexually frustrated.”

 

“What?”

 

“Her husband is obsessed with his shmicky-ficcy science things, and well, he's not as young as he used to be, and she feels… Hmm…young.”

 

“Errr? Specifically?”

 

“She wants to fuck.”

 

Goku's nose crunched. “I didn't mean THAT specific.”

 

“As for her age she's in good condition.”

 

“She's not some car, Vegeta.”

 

“And this depends on your point of view,” Vegeta laughed. He looked at the clothes and picked up a blue shirt. “She's not dangerous, but her attention can be too much sometimes. Once she stormed into the bathroom while I was taking a shower. Accidentally of course. Later she climbed onto a tree to watch me dressing. No doubt - that too was also accidental…”

 

“I didn't know that. It would be better if you didn't go there anymore,” Goku seriously looked at Vegeta.

 

“What?!”

 

“She's a pervert!”

 

“And that's what I've been telling everyone!” Vegeta enthusiastically nodded. But he then quickly shook his head, “No, no, no. She's only lonely. Are you crazy?! I need to go there! Trunks… chocolate cake…”

 

Goku laughed, nudging Vegeta in the side. “Relax, just kidding. If nothing happened while you were living there all those years, I don't think it will happen now.”

 

Vegeta shuddered. “No, it really won't.” He ransacked the pile and picked up a sleeveless T-shirt. “Well, the clothes seem to be normal. Try them on. I want to see.” He watched Goku dress. “And why did you suddenly decide that you needed new clothes?”

 

“Well, I don't need them, but… Well, I have only orange gis…” Goku hopped on one leg while putting the blue trousers on.

 

“Why did you buy them if you don't need them?” Vegeta inspected Goku. He nodded his head approvingly. He liked how the trousers fit his mate's thighs and ass. “And the colors,” he indicated the pile of clothes. “You don't like black.” Then it dawned on him. “You bought them because of me?” He raised his eyes from his mate's ass to his face. He could see considerable uneasiness in Kakarott's eyes. Yep, Kakarott did. “But why? I didn't say anything about your gis…”

 

“But you like what I'm wearing now?” Goku tentatively asked.

 

“It's not important if I like it or not. It's you who wears them. If you don't feel well in them, if you don't like them - don't wear them.”

 

Goku was silent for some time. “She paid a lot of money for them…”

 

“Take what you like and the others you can simply return,” Vegeta shrugged.

 

Goku scratched his head. “I couldn't remember where we bought what even if my life depended on it… Maybe you'll take something?”

 

Vegeta chuckled. “They will be too big for me.”

 

“Then maybe Kamala or Raaven?”

 

“Actually that's a good idea,” Vegeta nodded. “They are about your size. The Woman gave them the house, but they have no money. I gave them some of my training suits, but that's all…”

 

“I wonder when Kamala's birthday is…”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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