Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 23 ( Chapter 23 )

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 RowinaDequina

 

Part 23

 

“Morning.” Vegeta circled Goku who was sitting at the table and stirring some white mass inside it. He sat down next to Goku.

 

“Morning.” Goku turned to Vegeta. Vegeta was trying to turn the kettle on while his other hand was feeling for something in the fridge, his foot preventing its door from closing. “Sleep, well?” Goku asked.

 

Vegeta nodded. “What are you doing?” He cast a glance at the mass Goku was stirring. He finally fished an apple out of the fridge and slammed the door shut.

 

“Pancakes,” Goku answered, hoping that Vegeta was hungry.

 

“Good,” Vegeta nodded, biting into the apple. “I like your pancakes.”

 

“Thanks,” Goku grinned. “Wash it first.” He smacked Vegeta's hand.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes.

 

Goku heard the stairs creaking, and soon Kamala entered the kitchen.

 

“Morning.” Kamala rubbed his sleepy eyes.

 

Vegeta gave Kamala a look then ignored him again. Kamala sat down at the table.

 

“Tea?” Vegeta then asked Kamala while filling Goku's mug and his own. He didn't notice Goku's openmouthed face, nor did he see Kamala's bulged out eyes that stared at him. Only after Vegeta felt surprise and disbelief washing over his mate did he raise his head. “What?” he asked after noticing Goku's big eyes. He checked his last words and didn't find anything extraordinary.

 

“Nothing,” Goku shook his head. He pushed Kamala's mug over, wondering if Vegeta would really fill it up. He did.

 

Kamala took his mug and sat down as far from Vegeta as he could. He then raised his head to observe the prince who was munching a bar of chocolate, not showing the slightest interest in him. Kamala turned to look at Goku, who just shrugged. Kamala shrugged back; if the prince was going crazy, it was only Kakarott's concern.

 

“Kakarott, it's a damn nice day outside.” Vegeta turned to Goku after finishing his chocolate. “Why don't we go to our training grounds? I could do some kata, you could kick Kamala's ass and then we can bathe?”

 

Goku's mouth was open in surprise again. Yes, they used to do that a lot. But not together with Kamala. Most of the time Vegeta tried to hit or hurt Kamala, otherwise he simply ignored the younger Saiyan.

 

“I'd like that,” Goku nodded. He turned to his burning pancake, just in time to save it.

 

“Good.” Vegeta leaned back in his chair. He reached for his plate when Goku put the steaming pancake on it.

 

Goku watched Vegeta eat. He was suspicious. He knew Vegeta well enough not to fall for similar tricks. He couldn't catch any negative emotions from his mate, but the problem was that if Vegeta thought that what he was about to do was a good thing, he'd project the same emotions for him, too. It was hard to tell if Vegeta really didn't care about Kamala, or it was another one of his cunning plans again.

 

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Vegeta tilted his face to the sun. He was absolutely enjoying this small “picnic”. Come to think of it, he was a bit surprised that he didn't think of it earlier: all the time Kakarott sat at home, looking after Kamala, and left the house only for shopping. That wasn't fair. He himself went to Capsule Corp. to see Trunks and the Woman. Damn, he saw Goten more than his own father did! That had to change. Kakarott was doing all the cooking and Kamala-sitting and got nothing back.

 

Vegeta turned his head from one side to another, his neck making a loud crack, then he started doing his kata. He couldn't wait until he was able to spar with Kakarott again, but for now the simple kata would have to do.

 

Vegeta deeply inhaled then exhaled, concentrating, feeling peace and calmness engulf him.

 

Kamala gazed at Vegeta in awe. He didn't really believe Goku when he said that the prince was almost as strong as him, but now he could see. He didn't see the strength, the power, but he could see how skilled Vegeta was. He had never seen such flawless, exact moves before. He had seen Kakarott perform the same kata, and, to tell the truth, he could see that Vegeta was much better at it.

 

Kamala heard Goku's soft laugh. He turned his head to the other Saiyan.

 

“You didn't believe me, did you?” Goku smiled at Kamala.

 

Kamala turned back to Vegeta. “No, I didn't. He's perfect…” Kamala whispered after Vegeta performed a very complicated combination without a single mistake. “Can he really reach the same power level you can?”

 

“Yes,” Goku nodded, smiling. “I can't wait to spar with him again…”

 

Vegeta finished his kata, opened his eyes and frowned, realizing that the two Saiyans had been watching him all the time he had been doing his kata. He leaned down to take his shirt from the ground then walked over to them.

 

“Kakarott, why aren't you sparring?” Vegeta cast a glance at Kamala then turned back to Goku.

 

“It's been a long time since I saw you like this.” Goku's eyes gleamed. “Besides, Kamala wanted to watch.”

 

“I'm not some sort of exhibition!” Vegeta's nose rose into the air.

 

“Oh, c'mon,” Goku laughed. “I can feel that you feel flattered…”

 

Vegeta scrunched his nose at him. “Hn.”

 

Kamala's breathing hitched. “You mean you can feel his emotions?!”

 

Goku scratched his head sheepishly. “Well, yeah… We both can…”

 

Vegeta crossed his hands over his bare chest.

 

Kamala stared at them in disbelief. “But that's impossible… You've been mated… for how long?”

 

“For five months,” Vegeta smirked at him. “And it is possible. Now, spar you two! I want to go for a swim.” He then went to the side and started doing one-handed push-ups.

 

“C'mon,” Goku gestured for Kamala to follow. “Believe me, you really don't want to upset him…”

 

After Goku finished Kamala off, they all went to bathe. They flew to the same lake they always went to bathe.

 

Goku screamed his war-cry and launched himself at Vegeta. He grabbed his mate by the waist and tossed him into the water, about ten meters away from the shore. He gasped as Vegeta's ki suddenly disappeared then reappeared behind him. The next second Goku hit the surface of the water with his stomach. Goku resurfaced, coughing his head off.

 

Vegeta smirked at Goku then gave him the finger.

 

“You cocky bastard.” Goku shook his wet hair from his eyes then sprinted back to Vegeta who jumped to the side then tripped Goku with his foot, laughing. Goku caught himself on his hands before he hit the ground with his face. “I'll teach you!” he laughed at Vegeta's quickly retreating back.

 

Goku jumped to his feet and bolted after Vegeta. He quickly ITed into Vegeta's way, grabbing him by his hands before Vegeta could have ITed away. Vegeta tripped in surprise and fell onto his back, bringing Goku down on top of him.

 

“Ufff…” he gasped after Goku sandwiched him.

 

“Shit,” Goku cursed. “You okay?” He quickly pushed himself away from Vegeta and kneeled beside him.

 

Vegeta faltered before answering, but as he didn't feel any painful signals from his body, he nodded.

 

“Sorry,” Goku sighed. “Just forgot myself.” He brought Vegeta closer to him to kiss him. Vegeta's hands immediately fisted into Goku's hair, crushing their mouths together. Goku's free hand found the small of Vegeta's back, bringing him into upright position, pressing Vegeta to his body.

 

Kamala turned his head away from the two kissing Saiyans. It hurt. That passion they were clinging to each other with… Love…

 

Kamala startled at the voices that suddenly appeared somewhere behind him. He parted several branches. Kakarott was dunked into the water again, Prince Vegeta laughing on the shore.

 

“Do you know what you are?” Goku brushed some slime off his face.

 

“Noo…” Vegeta shook his head, letting fly a bunch of small twigs and leaves from his hair that he had gathered while he and Goku had been rolling on the ground.

 

“A tease!”

 

Vegeta laughed loudly, “Nonsense! When have I refused you?”

 

Kamala heard Goku shush Vegeta. Vegeta smirked. He plopped down onto the shore. He watched Goku wade out of the water, brush all the grass and ooze off himself, raise his ki to that of Super Saiyan to dry his body off.

 

“Come here,” Vegeta beckoned Goku with his finger.

 

Goku dropped his ki and went closer to Vegeta. “What does your Highness wish?”

 

“Candy,” Vegeta smirked.

 

“Sugar? Again…?” Goku whined. “You know…”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I'm just kidding, you moron.”

 

“Oh,” Goku smiled, plopping down onto the sand next to Vegeta.

 

“Where's that damn Saiyan?” Vegeta looked around.

 

“Somewhere nearby,” Goku waved gestured with a wave of his hand. “His ki is very close.”

 

Kamala chose that moment to wander out of the bushes.

 

“Where the hell have you been?” Vegeta looked at him.

 

Kamala felt unsure. The question wasn't filled with anger like usually; it was a simple question. “I just wanted to be alone for some time…”

 

“You are alone most of the time, anyway,” Vegeta pointed out. “Don't you think that's enough of that?”

 

Kamala blinked in surprise. “I…”

 

“What would you do if Kakarott let you go?”

 

“I'd go to Raaven.”

 

“And then?”

 

“Break the bond.”

 

“Usually it takes two to do that,” Vegeta remarked calmly.

 

“It does not necessarily take two.”

 

“By breaking the bond while your mate doesn't want to, you might cause more trouble than it's worth. He might miscarry.”

 

“He won't.”

 

“How do you know? He almost miscarried after he thought that he killed you.”

 

“That was different.”

 

“You are a selfish fool, Kamala,” Vegeta gave Kamala an annihilating look. “Alright. What will you do after the bond is broken?”

 

“Well, if Raaven let me, I'd be at his side until our son was born. Later…” Kamala sighed uneasily, “...later…don't know. Depends on Raaven. I'd like to see my child growing up, but it's going to be a tough case… Very likely that he won't let me anywhere near him.”

 

Goku sighed in relief; Kamala wasn't going to kill himself. Those had been only ravings.

 

“Raaven cares for you too much to do that,” Vegeta said.

 

“He hates me. He'll agree to break the bond. There's no point in maintaining it.”

 

“No,” Goku shook his head. “He told me he doesn't want to.”

 

Vegeta gave a good measured punch to the back of Goku's head, but it was too late.

 

“He knows?!” Kamala's body was rigid with tension.

 

Goku cursed himself for his tongue. “Yes, he knows. He doesn't want to break it.”

 

“All this time, all this fucking time he knew, didn't he?!” Kamala hissed.

 

“Yes,” Goku nodded while frantically thinking of how to prevent Kamala from breaking the bond right now. He then saw Kamala close his eyes. “Stop! No! Stop!” Goku shouted.

 

Goku stared at Kamala lying at his feet. Goku was so anxious that he didn't even know what happened.

 

“Snap out of it,” Vegeta waved his hand before Goku's face. He then leaned down to Kamala. “I think I broke his nose… Whoops,” he smirked.

 

Goku sighed. “This won't hold him for long…”

 

“You have my permission to hit him again.” Vegeta gave Goku another of his trademark smirks.

 

“Oh, stop it, Vegeta.” Goku sat down next to Kamala. “What are we going to do?”

 

“Drug Kamala,” Vegeta answered.

 

“We can't keep him drugged for six months!”

 

“Why not?” Vegeta was honestly surprised.

 

Goku just sighed.

 

Vegeta stared at the Saiyan lying at his feet. Then his face brightened. “I have an idea.”

 

Goku looked carefully at him. “Really?”

 

“Time Chamber,” Vegeta grinned down at Goku. “We put Raaven in it and meanwhile keep his idiot mate drugged.” He snapped his fingers, content with his idea.

 

“Vegeta,” Goku looked at the prince. “You are a genius.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “You've stated the obvious.” He looked at Kamala again. “So after the child is born, fuck those two idiots, they can mate and unmate again.”

 

“Hmm… And who would watch over Raaven while he's in the Time Chamber?” Goku scratched his head. “Somebody will have to go with him. Six months is a long time. And what if something happens during the labor?”

 

“Hn. You are right.” Vegeta scratched his chin. “The Woman is out she has serious business to attend to. Besides, Trunks would kill me. Hmm… Dende? Nah, he would faint during the labor. Besides, who'd watch over the Earth, not that it needs to be watched, but formally… Piccolo?” Now Vegeta smirked. “Let's send the green bean!”

 

“Vegeta, it's not some safari!” Goku groaned. “Piccolo doesn't know anything about things like this. He's asexual, after all…”

 

“He'd have six months to learn.” Vegeta rubbed his hands in excitement. “The Woman will give him all the tapes about the labor, and he can watch.” He smirked. “I mean, it won't be TOO different from the Human labor…” he added innocently.

 

“And what if he needed Cesarean or something similar?”

 

“Oh, stop it.” Vegeta waved his hand. “Raaven's twice as big as I am. What fucking Cesarean…?”

 

Goku thought a moment. It didn't seem that he had any better ideas right now. He settled on considering more candidates for this…“diversion”: he himself couldn't go, for he needed to watch over Vegeta; and what if someone attacked the Earth again? Even several minutes could be precious. Gohan? Gohan would damn faint, too. Yamcha? Yamcha would spend the entire time drunk out of his mind from boredom… Master Roshi? Goku sighed. Nope, he would try to kill Raaven to rid the Earth of homosexuality… Chichi? Raaven might simply smack her several times too hard and accidentally kill her…

 

“Yeah, only Piccolo can do it …” Goku finally agreed.

 

Smirking, Vegeta rubbed his hands. “Yes! I told that green frog that my day would come!”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “Alright. Concentrate; we need a plan.”

 

“Easy,” Vegeta couldn't quit grinning happily. “Go to the woman, ask for a sedative for Kamala and come back. Then go back again, explain everything to her. You two then get everything ready for Raaven and Piccolo. Meanwhile I'll go nicely talk Piccolo into suicide…” He grinned.

 

“Alright, and how about Raaven? He doesn't want to break the bond.”

 

“Whether he wants to or not, it doesn't depend on him. He knows what's better for him - he knows he might lose the child in the process, so he'll agree to everything we say. That's easy.”

 

“When you put it like that, everything seems to be so clear…” Goku shook his head at Vegeta. He put two fingers to his forehead and ITed to Bulma's ki.

 

After ten minutes Goku was back with the sedative. With a shaking hand, he gave a plastic bag to Vegeta.

 

“Figures…” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Turn around,” he told Goku. He then fished the needle out of the plastic bag. “What did she say?”

 

“She agreed that it's the perfect plan. She has already started searching for books and tapes.”

 

“Good.” Vegeta inserted the needle into Kamala's flesh. Kamala's eyes fluttered open. He struggled against Vegeta, but then his eyelids fluttered shut before he could say anything.

 

“IT him somewhere. I'll go to the elf boy.” Vegeta concentrated on Piccolo's ki.

 

“OK,” Goku nodded, already picking Kamala's limp body up.

 

XXXXX

 

Piccolo listened to Vegeta then hissed, “Are you absolutely mad?!”

 

“There's no one who can do it except you.” Vegeta smirked at him.

 

Piccolo thought a moment. “That's true…” He tugged at his white cape. “Unbelievable! It's your plan, of course…?” He looked at Vegeta.

 

“Yes.” Vegeta's smirk widened.

 

“So then why can't you go?”

 

Vegeta snorted. “Tell Kakarott that, and you'll see why I can't go.”

 

“Your boyfriend is overprotective…”

 

Vegeta scowled. “True, but this time he has a reason. Cut the crap!” He shook his head. “So are you going or not?”

 

Piccolo sighed, rubbed his green forehead, tugged at his green antennae. “Yes, I'm going.”

 

“Pack then.” Vegeta ITed away, to Gohan and Raaven. He already found Goku explaining the matter to them.

 

Raaven agreed. Everyone could see that the Saiyan had not the slightest wish to do it, but he agreed for the baby's sake.

 

“I want to see him,” Raaven said after his things were packed.

 

“He's out cold,” Vegeta said.

 

“Doesn't matter,” Raaven said. “Six months is a long time; I want to see him before going.”

 

Vegeta shrugged. Goku took that as an agreement and ITed Raaven away, to Kamala.

 

Goku watched Raaven sit down next to Kamala's bed (Goku had brought Kamala back into his and Vegeta's house, to the room Kamala had been staying in). He gazed at Kamala who was sleeping, not reacting to anything.

 

“I always believed that we'd be happy together,” Raaven said. He brushed several black hair strands behind Kamala's ear. “In the end it appears that we've found only madness…” He lay quietly down next to Kamala. “I was angry with you for a long time,” Raaven said then to Goku but didn't look at him. “But you should know that I don't blame anyone for what happened.” He trailed his fingers over Kamala's cheek. “I'm very sorry for what I did to him. I should never have pushed him into this mating. I was naïve to think love can come after the mating…” He looked at Goku. “I want the bond to be removed. But I'll never be the one to do it.” He turned to Kamala to kiss him on his lips, realizing perfectly that it was the last kiss.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku and Vegeta were sitting in the living-room.

 

“One month has already passed for them,” Goku cast a glance to a clock that was hanging on the wall.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta nodded. “Don't want to disturb your exciting `let's-watch-the- clock game', but I'm hungry.”

 

Only then Goku remembered that it was evening, and neither one had eaten since breakfast. He got up and turned to the kitchen. Vegeta followed him. On his way the prince flicked on the light that Goku had forgotten

 

“I hope they will be alright.” Goku found some bowls and sat near the window. He started peeling potatoes.

 

Vegeta stuck his head into the freezer. “We'll see after they come out.” After some searching he found some frozen meat, which smelled similar to pork so he decided that it was pork. He put it into a bowl and then put it on the kitchen table to warm it. He went to look for onions.

 

Goku watched Vegeta with his brow raised, his peeler hardly doing its job. He decided to wait and see what Vegeta was up to.

 

“Vegeta?”

 

“Umm?” Vegeta found some onions and now wasn't sure if he needed four or five of them.

 

“How do you feel? Seriously.” Goku's peeler stopped doing any job at all.

 

Vegeta decided that he needed five after all. “Fine, I think.” He scooped up the onions and turned to the bin.

 

“Do you sleep well? Maybe you have pains or something?”

 

Vegeta began peeling onions, the yellow peels rustling and falling into the bin. “Listen, I feel fine. It's the same as if I weren't pregnant, only that my ki can't rise as it used to. Well, I feel a bit hungrier than usual, a bit sleepy, a bit puffed out, but that's all.”

 

“Are you sure?” Goku went back to peeling potatoes. After hearing Vegeta swear, he decided that that was enough questions. “I'm just…”

 

“Listen, you'll be the first to know if something is wrong.” Vegeta was annoyed.

 

Goku chose to remain silent. He looked at Vegeta and almost dropped his peeler. Vegeta was crying! Goku then let out a loud sigh after realizing that it was only the onions.

 

Vegeta put the cutting board on the table and went to the meat.

 

“What are we going to have?” Goku finally voiced out what he wanted to ask long time ago.

 

“Steak with onions, boiled potatoes, salad.” Vegeta finished slicing the meat.

 

Goku silently gazed at the potato in his hand. Then he heard a soft laugh and raised his head.

 

“No, I can't read your mind,” Vegeta chuckled. “After breakfast you mentioned that you were going to make that…”

 

Goku laughed, too. “And I already thought…” He laughed again at Vegeta's back as he returned to preparing the meat.

 

Goku watched Vegeta's backside when the prince leaned down to take a small piece of onion that had fallen onto the ground earlier. Vegeta's tail made a lazy swish, then instead of settling back to Vegeta's waist, continued swinging in slow, hypnotizing movements. Erotic. Purely erotic. Goku felt himself getting hot. Then he quickly looked around. Why not? - Kamala was knocked out for a good six hours, and they didn't have any serious matter to attend to.

 

Goku continued to stare at Vegeta's swishing tail, his tight buttocks. Half amused and half aroused he wondered how long it would take for Vegeta to catch his scent. Goku caught himself drooling when he saw Vegeta bend down again, this time to the cupboard to take some plates. The breath in Goku's throat hitched as Vegeta's tail sensually brushed over Vegeta's left thigh then lazily went into the air again, exactly like Goku's cock.

 

Goku waited. He licked his lips, already seeing Vegeta naked on the floor, writhing under him.

 

Well, the damn time! Goku licked his lips again as he noticed Vegeta's hand with the pepper shaker falter. Vegeta sniffed the air. Then he put the pepper shaker down onto the table and pushed it away. His tail stopped waving, twitched then froze.

 

Goku pressed himself to Vegeta's back, his aroused member digging into Vegeta's buttocks. His mouth came down on Vegeta's shoulder then slowly moved up his neck. Goku's hands slid down over Vegeta's sides, waist and then to his thighs.

 

Vegeta's head fell to the side, allowing Goku complete access, his hands twining around Goku's neck as far as he could reach in that position. Several moans escaped Vegeta's lips after Goku's hands slid up his thighs and to his waist, stopping there to make several circles then slid under his shirt, caressing his chest and slightly pinching his nipples, making them alive and hard.

 

Goku felt Vegeta move, starting to rub against his swollen cock. He groaned into Vegeta's skin while answering the rhythmical movements, his hips moving together with Vegeta in that delicious tune. His mouth reached Vegeta's nape, licking, sucking, blowing, making Vegeta's head fall forward to his chest, his breath caught. Vegeta's hand found one of his hands and began guiding it lower.

 

Uhh… Yes… Goku's palm brushed over Vegeta's hardness. His teeth grazed at Vegeta's nape, harder, almost breaking it. And then they both lost it.

 

Goku roughly turned Vegeta around, pressing and rubbing himself against Vegeta's hips. The potatoes and bowls flew away from the table and crashed to the floor as he maneuvered Vegeta to the table with his needy body. His hands peeled everything from Vegeta's body that didn't belong there.

 

Vegeta's waist cut into the table, his breath coming in short gasps, his body crazed with lust. Clothes, clothes, clothes… So many of them! Vegeta's hands entangled in Goku's sash then simply ripped it. Goku's boxers made him almost growl in aggression. Away!

 

Goku's back hit the cupboard, shaking it. Vegeta's mouth greedily covered Goku's, his tongue and hands possessively declaring his territory. Goku groaned in painful pleasure as Vegeta's fingers tangled into his hair to crush their mouths together. Vegeta's teeth caught his lower lip and bit.

 

Blood. Vegeta's nostrils flared, his mind completely going blank, lust covering everything. Goku groaned as Vegeta's hands slid to his crotch, stroking, kneading, squeezing. Then Vegeta quickly turned them around and pushed Goku with his back to the table, throwing him on it. Goku fell on the table with his backside. Vegeta, seizing the opportunity, appeared between Goku's spread legs.

 

“Uhhmm…” Goku's eyes rolled back in his head as Vegeta captured his member, his other hand seizing Goku's tail at the base, stroking, imitating the thrusts.

 

Vegeta pushed Goku further onto the table, crawling in between Goku's thighs. He let go of Goku's tail and pressed his two fingers to Goku's mouth. Goku took them in, shamelessly swirling his tongue around them, sucking on them, like he imagined he was doing to Vegeta's cock.

 

Vegeta's senses threatened to leave him and let him fuck Goku raw. But then Goku's head fell back onto the table with a thud, his mouth half open with pants. He bent his legs at the knees, spreading himself for Vegeta. He groaned and arched as Vegeta's fingers entered him.

 

“Yes, show me how much you like it…” Vegeta pushed deeper, scissoring. He pressed his fingers to Goku's prostate which left Goku mindlessly trying to push back onto the fingers.

 

“Oh, I love it…” Goku bit his lip, his legs spreading even more, taking the fingers deeper. His hands reached for his screaming arousal.

 

“No,” Vegeta pushed Goku's hands away. Vegeta's fingers brushed over Goku's pleasure-spot again then left his opening.

 

Goku let out a shuddering moan as Vegeta's member pressed to his entrance. His fingers grabbed the edges of the table as Vegeta slid forward. He grit his teeth as he was being stretched, filled. His back arched from the table a bit to give Vegeta better access. He felt Vegeta still.

 

“Oh, Gods, fuck me,” Goku's hips pushed against Vegeta's, his palms cupping Vegeta's buttocks, pushing him deeper inside himself.

 

Vegeta groaned while sliding in and out of Goku. And after Goku wrapped his legs around his waist he simply began to pound. Goku's arms wrapped over Vegeta's shoulder blades, his hips eagerly meeting every thrust, two sweaty bodies sliding against each other.

 

“Hey! Are you deaf, bo…” Krillin went white after opening the kitchen door. “Jesus Christ!” he slammed the door shut.

 

“Fuuuck…” Goku groaned, not ceasing to meet Vegeta's thrusts. Goku's head fell back to the table. “Ha-aaa-ah-arder…” he groaned. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. “I'm goin…going…to…”

 

“Then come…you…dammit,” Vegeta slammed harder, himself being on the brink of release.

 

With a silent groan Goku arched away from the table, spilling himself between their stomachs. His clenching and spasming muscles sent Vegeta after him, too.

 

Goku lay on the table while catching his breath, his body numb with just experienced pleasure. He felt Vegeta slide out of him. He combed his fingers through Vegeta's hair while Vegeta was lying on top of him.

 

Goku then raised his head to observe the kitchen. A complete mess. But first a shower. He ITed himself and Vegeta to the bathroom.

 

XXXXX

 

Gohan observed Krillin's red face. “Why are we still standing here?” he asked.

 

“Well, I went to them…” Krillin fidgeted.

 

“Oh. So what did they say?”

 

“Err…nothing.” Krillin blushed even more. “I mean I didn't ask anything…”

 

Gohan frowned. “You went there to ask when Raaven will come out from the Time Chamber. You forgot or what?” Gohan stared down at Krillin.

 

“Or what,” Krillin fidgeted.

 

“What `or what'?” Gohan impatiently sighed. “So, do you know when Piccolo and Raaven are going to come out or not?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then why are we still standing here?” Gohan returned to the same question.

 

Because Vegeta is fucking your father, Krillin thought, but didn't voice that loudly. “They weren't at home,” Krillin finally muttered.

 

“So why didn't you say so?” Gohan blinked at him. He quickly checked for his father's ki. “But he's at home…” Completely confused, he looked at Krillin. Then his eyes widened in realization. “Ohhh…”

 

“Yeah…” Krillin scratched his head while Goku's hooded eyes and Vegeta's smirk replayed in his head. He shuddered.

 

Gohan blushed, noticing Krillin shudder. “We should wait…”

 

“Oh, you can go if you want,” Krillin shuddered again. “I already had my fill of Vegeta's naked ass for a whole lifetime…”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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