Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ PLAYTIME ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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PLAYTIME






Chapter Ten



During the following week, the kids have been dropping by almost daily. Specially Trunks, who had slept over in Goten’s old room, while his mother was in a business trip. The two saiyans had allowed him to stay once Trunk’s grandparents gave their consent.

Trunks was elated because his father was now more open and approachable. During that few days, Vegeta had paid him more attention than ever before, and he knew it was because of Goku. The gentle saiyan was a good influence on his father. So Trunks was starting to develop a special affection for Goku.


They had, somewhat, started a kind of routine.
Vegeta woke up early in the mornings to train with Trunks in the gravity room, knowing that Goku would be sleeping the whole time. He was still reluctant to leave the younger saiyan alone for long periods of time, but he knew that Goku was safe at home.

And Vegeta could always search every now and then through their mental connection to make sure that everything was right.
Vegeta had started to teach the younger saiyan how to contact him through their link, in case Goku would need him. In order to do that, he had no choice but to put down all his mental barriers. At first he had felt extremely vulnerable, but soon he had overcome his anxiety knowing that Goku was the only person he could fully trust.

Goku, on the other hand, had been complaining for days about how useless he felt moping around the house. He needed exercise and fresh air. That was the reason why Vegeta had suggested a regimen of daily training, practicing simple katas that required neither great physical strength nor high levels of energy, but technical skill, coordination and reflexes. And other healthy activities, like walking by the forest or swimming in the lake. So they spent most of the day outside, when the younger saiyan wasn’t too exhausted to do anything else than slumber on the couch.




Meanwhile, as time passed, they were strengthening their relationship. They felt more comfortable with each other, learning to enjoy intimacy, not only in the sexual sense of the word, (though Goku still was having problems with that), but that kind of deeper intimacy that means to share their emotions and feelings and to trust in your companion without reservations.

They were more and more at ease being themselves, showing who they really were without masks, without pretensions, when they were together. Thus, Vegeta had discovered that Goku was a much more complex and fascinating individual than everybody thought. His admiration and respect for the younger saiyan had increased at this revelation.
Meanwhile, Goku had been delighted when he had found that under that tough exterior, Vegeta was a caring person, eager to love and to be loved but unsure of how to do it.


At first, both saiyans had thought that they couldn’t live together harmoniously. But they had found that surprisingly, their personalities complemented each other perfectly, and they were great together.

However, there were some problems to solve. Vegeta had to deal with Goku’s mood swings. And Goku was annoyed at Vegeta’s obsessive over-protectiveness. But they enjoyed immensely their mutual company and at this point, the mere thought of being separated were unconceivable.





The last day before Trunks would return to Capsule Corporation, Goku had awaken more energetic than usually. And, miraculously, he hadn’t suffer from his habitual morning sickness. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so well.

As a result, Goku had been practicing some difficult katas for two hours, watched closely by his mate. Vegeta was fascinated with the display. Arms, legs, the entire body moving in perfect harmony, swaying, almost dancing at the rhythm of some interior melody. Vegeta was marveled. How was it possible that someone so bulky and big as Goku could have such gracility? Not even the prince with his petite and compact physique was capable of such delicacy and elegance.


Once Goku finished, Vegeta edged closer and wrapped his arms around Goku’s waist.

“That’s been magnificent, my beautiful warrior.“  The prince whispered in Goku’s ear, the warm breath of the prince sending shivers through Goku’s body. Vegeta poured a rain of butterfly kisses all over Goku’s earlobe, neck and jaw. Till he reached his goal, the sweet and hot mouth of his trembling lover. Kissing him greedily, as if it were the first time. Relishing in the exotic and unique flavor he found there. Until the lack of air made impossible to continue that exquisite duel of tongues.


“Mmm…it tastes like heaven.”  Vegeta mumbled, his lips still brushing Goku’s.
Goku chuckled, astounded and, at the same time, pleased. Vegeta was less and less shy of showing tenderness.


“I didn’t know you were so sentimental, my prince.’’’
Vegeta looked up at him, smiling affectionately.


“Me either…until now. Is that a problem?”


“Not for me. And for you?’’  Goku replied, teasingly.


“No, if you don’t tell anybody.”  Vegeta said, moving his hands from Goku‘s waist all the way down till he was squeezing his mate’s delectable ass.


“Ok” Goku replied laughing.


“Now why don’t we go to our bedroom? It’s been hell, being all night long without touching you cause you were afraid that my son would hear us.” Vegeta murmured in a seductive tone of voice, but with a note of reproach in his last words.
And then the prince started another of his ravenous kisses.
Goku tried to stop the horny prince, but to no avail.


“Wait, now that you mention…” A kiss. “Mmm…” Goku made another attempt to get rid of that insistent mouth, failing miserably. ”Wait.. Vegeta I’m..” Another long kiss. ”Dammit, Vegeta would you listen to me just for a second?”  Goku exclaimed with exasperation, panting heavily. Meanwhile Vegeta had started to devour Goku’s neck.
Goku sighed, the man was impossible.


“I was thinking that we can do something special with the boys this afternoon, since Trunks is going to leave us tomorrow.” This time Goku finally could speak without being interrupted, though all that sucking on his neck was very distracting.
Vegeta stopped his ministrations and stared at Goku raising an eyebrow.


“And what have you thought, Kakarot? I won’t go to any of those disgusting places full of earthlings, like the fair. I told my son that I would go only for his birthday.”


“No, I thought that we could spend a special time together. Only you, and me, and the kids.” Goku said, smiling sweetly at the prince.
Vegeta folded his arms and looked at his mate with an inquiring gaze.
Goku grinned.

”I’ll call Chichi to let Goten sleepover.”

“Good luck with that.“ Vegeta said bluntly, smirking when Goku rolled his eyes.


“I think Gohan won’t come because he has an appointment with his girlfriend. Anyway, we can go to the lake, and fish, and sleep under the stars. I bet the boys will be thrilled with the idea.” Goku suggested, waiting anxiously for Vegeta’s opinion.


”Hn. It sounds good to me.” Vegeta said and then he started again to devour every inch of Goku’s body he could reach with his voracious tongue.


“Can we go to our bedroom now?” He asked, not really expecting an answer, dragging Goku upstairs.







It was a sunny afternoon, cooled every now and then by a light breeze. The boys raced to the lake, impatient to take a refreshing bath. When the demi-saiyans arrived, they got undressed quickly and jump into the water. Immediately, they started to splash, laughing and shouting with utter joy.

They fathers appeared some minutes after and Goku pull off his clothes and went to the opposite side of the lake, away from the noisy demi-saiyans, who had started to play tag into the water, making big waves on the surface of the lake as a result of their wild chase.

Meanwhile the prince was sat under the shade of a big tree watching attentively all the movements of Goku.

The younger saiyan was swimming with his usual gracility. It felt so wonderful, the fresh liquid cooling off his heated skin. And the sensation of lightness as his body floated, forgetting for a while the heaviness he had been experiencing during the last weeks.

It was a pity that Vegeta wasn’t there with him, so he looked at the shore where the prince was and called him.


“Why don’t you come here Vegeta, this is great.” Goku shouted, waving to him.

The prince stripped himself in a second and went into the limpid water, swimming towards Goku.


”Mmm… yes it’s great” Vegeta murmured as he embraced the younger saiyan and started to grope Goku’s butt.


“Horny bastard. Not here, please, the kids.” Vegeta kissed him, shoving his tongue all the way down Goku‘s throat, and he started to stroke Goku’s tail, pressing with expert hands in the base, the most sensitive place of the appendage. Goku let out a strangled yelp as he felt a rush of pleasure through all his body.

“Ok, let’s find a more private place” Goku urged him all of a sudden, grabbing Vegeta by the wrist and dragging him out of the water. They hid behind the cascade, where they could continue with their oral activities without being seen or heard.



Meanwhile the boys, absorbed in their games, weren’t aware of his fathers’ absence.

After a while though, they stopped splashing about and decided to float on their backs, his bodies swept by the undulating movement of the crystalline water, while they chatted excitedly.

”How lucky you are. I wish I could spend a week with my dad too.”  Goten said, a little jealous of his friend.


“Yeah! It was cool. I didn’t know that my father was so funny. But the bad part is…” He abruptly stopped talking, hesitating whether to tell Goten or not what he had witnessed while staying with the two full-blooded saiyans.


“What?”  Goten inquired, curious.
Trunks narrowed his eyes.

”It’s a secret.” He whispered with a conspirative voice.


“A secret? Oh, and what is it? Please, Trunks. Tell me. I’m good at keeping secrets.” Goten implored, looking at his friend with those big eyes sparkling with hope. So Trunks had to acquiesce to his friend‘s plea.

”Ok, I’ll tell you…They kiss.” He murmured, after making sure that their respective fathers weren‘t near enough to hear them.


“Kiss? And why is that a secret? My dad kisses me a lot.”  Goten stated, blinking in confusion.


“I mean…They kiss each other, all the time…in the mouth. Like in the movies.”  Trunks replied bluntly and waited for his friend’s reaction.
Goten squeaked and then covered his mouth with his hand as Trunks shushed him.

“Aug…that’s gross!” The younger demi-saiyan exclaimed with disgust.



“But why would they do something like that?”  Goten was still perplex by the revelation.


“It’s something adults do when they like each other.”  Trunks remarked with complacency.






When the two adults finished their romp, they swam to the shore and lay on the grass to let the soft breeze and the sun dry their bodies. Later, the boys, tired of their games, joined them.

They were enjoying a moment of tranquility, until Goten startled them all of sudden.

“I’m bored.” The boy announced with a loud voice, all his energies renewed.


Goku suggested the two boys to go to spar with Vegeta. The kids bounced up and down elated to have the chance to do what they liked most.

They fought for at least two hours, feeling that characteristic rush of adrenaline that they only experienced while fighting. Vegeta didn’t go easy on them in spite of being just children. Goten was surprised to see how much Trunks had improved his fighting skill after a week of intensive daily training with Vegeta. He should have to work hard to match his friend’s power level.

After their exertions, Goten ran to his father.

“Dad! Did you see me?” The excited demi-saiyan shouted.

But they found Goku sleeping all sprawled on the ground.

“Dad, wake up dad.” The euphoric kid exhorted. Vegeta who was just right behind Goten, glared at him reprovingly.


“Shh, don’t wake him. My dad gets mad every time someone disturbs your dad’s sleep.“ Trunks sushed him.


“But I wanted my dad to see me fighting.”  Goten muttered, pouting. “It’s not funny”

“Yeah!”  His friend assented. “He spends all day like this. When I go to the school I can’t see him cause he’s still in bed and then when I come back home he’s napping on the couch or in his bedroom. Your dad knows a lot of funny stories and games, but I haven’t spent much time with him cause he’s always tired.”  Trunks mumbled a little sad, cause he really enjoyed spending time with Goku.


“But when I was living with my dad he never slept this much. He always woke up before everybody and spent the whole day training. And he never was tired.”  Goten replied, worried about his father.

“It’s because of the baby, he consumes Kakarot’s energy to grow properly. But your father is alright, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Besides your father has proved time and again to be almost indestructible, nobody’s strongest than him.” Vegeta said proudly, trying to reassure the distraught child.


“Yeah! My daddy is the best.” Goten chirped cheerfully. Vegeta sweatdropped at the sudden change of the kid‘s mood, meanwhile Trunks shushed him again.


“Oops…sorry.” Goten whispered, apologetically.
Vegeta let out a big heavy sigh as he covered his sleeping mate with a blanket.

Then he looked at the demi-saiyans and exclaimed with authority:

“Kids, bring some wood while I catch some fishes for dinner.”


“Yes, sir!“ The boys exclaimed the boys happily, their giggles could be heard for a long while as they ran to obey Vegeta’s orders. The prince shook his head as he murmured to himself: “Insolent boys.“

Then he went into the lake and in the blink of an eye he caught four giant fishes.


When the kids came back carrying two big piles of wood, they made a fire and then Vegeta showed them how to gut a fish. They practiced with one of the fishes, creating a little chaos. When Vegeta went to see how they had managed with the gutting, he found them all covered by blood and guts, chunks of fish scattered all over the ground.

“What happened here?“  Vegeta asked eyes widely open in disbelief.
The boys laughed in embarrassment, faces all bright red.

“It’s the fish’s fault.“  Goten said, unable to think in a better response, as he point a finger at the aquatic creature, hoping that Vegeta wouldn’t get mad at them.
Trunks just stood there laughing nervously, his blush deepening by the minute.
Vegeta slapped his forehead and shook his head in disbelief.

“I told you to gut the damned fish not to fight with it.” He sighed and, then, much calmer said. “Go to the lake to clean all that filth, I will take care of this mess.”

So the demi-saiyans went into the water to get rid of the stench and the dirt. They tried to catch another fish to replace the one that they had ruined. After several attempts, finally they caught an impressive specimen. When they returned, very satisfied with their prey, Vegeta had prepared the others.

And he proceeded to do the same with the new, then he inserted each of the fishes on a spit to roast them, all the while watched carefully by the two fascinated demi-saiyans.

“Wow, dad. How is it that you know so many things?” Trunks asked in awe.
Before the prince could respond, Goten exclaimed proudly: “My dad knows how to do that too.”
Vegeta chuckled.

“If you want to be a perfect warrior you must learn many things. You can never know what circumstances or conditions you will have to endure, but you always must be ready to face any situation, no matter how adverse it could be. You must know what to do each moment to survive.”
The prince explained, rather pleased with the admiration professed by his audience.

“Dad, will you teach me all those things?”  Trunks asked, amazed and thrilled at discovering new aspects of his father.

“Me too?”  Goten asked anxiously.

“Sure.” Vegeta was delighted with such attention from the demi-saiyans.


Once the fishes were roasted, Vegeta walked up to Goku to wake him up.

“Kakarot, wake up. Dinner’s ready.” He shook him till the younger saiyan started to yawn and stretch out his arms, still semi-unconscious. Goku sat up slowly, with half-lidded eyes.

“Good morning.” He murmured lazily.
Vegeta chuckled.

“Kakarot, it isn’t morning…Don’t you know where we are?”  Vegeta asked, amused at Goku’s reaction.
Goku opened his eyes completely, now aware of his surroundings. Then he looked up at Vegeta, grinning wildly.


“Mm…What smells so good?·” Goku asked, sniffing the air, the delicious odor invading his nostrils.


“Dinner. And if we don’t hurry up those little monsters won‘t let anything for us.“ The prince replied, urging his mate to get up quickly.

“Why didn’t you wake me up before? You know how much I enjoy fishing.” Goku inquired disappointed, almost pouting.


“Don’ be such a baby, Kakarot.” Vegeta exclaimed, reaching out his hand to help Goku up.




After the tasty meal, fathers and sons were laying on their blankets, under the starry sky.

The warmth of the night, the sigh of the breeze in the trees and the murmur of the water emphasized the magnificence of the sight above his heads.

Soon the children get bored to look at the stars and started chatting and giggling. Goten was telling a silly story to Trunks and Goku laughed at the naïvete of his son.
Then he sighed sadly, remembering old times, when he was as candid as Goten. He was so happy then! If he could do something to preserve that innocence forever.

Life could be so disappointing! But he couldn’t fight the inevitable, the boy had to grow up and to have his own experiences. Goku berated himself for being so pessimistic, that wasn’t typical of him. And besides, adulthood would bring good things too, like learning new things, meeting new people.

He looked silently at Vegeta out of the corner of his eye. The prince was sprawled beside him, with his eyes lidded and a placid expression on his face, so close that the younger saiyan could feel the warmth emanated by the prince‘s body and smell the comforting and familiar scent of his mate.

Yes, life could be great. You could wake up some morning to find your significant other by your side. The only one who could complete you, who could give meaning to that terrible and wonderful journey of losses and achievements, triumphs and failures, joys and deceptions, pleasure and death, total bliss and excruciating torture that was the daily existence.


Suddenly, the chirping voice of his son bring him back into reality.

“Dad, I made you a question.” Goten asked, upset at his father distraction.

“Daydreaming, Kakarot?” Vegeta whispered amused. Goku punched him playfully in the side with his elbow.


“Ouch…that hurts.” Vegeta complained in a hurt-mocking tone.


“What did you want to know, Goten?” He finally asked to his son, ignoring the fake laments of Vegeta.
Goten huffed.

“I asked you if we can sleep outside another day again.”


“Sure.”  Goku replied, beaming at his son.





Finally, the boys had succumbed to the fatigue and they were sleeping peacefully. Their fathers had moved their blanket away, far from the children, to talk without disturbing the demi-saiyans’ well-deserved rest.


Vegeta lay with one arm under his head staring at the sky, his other arm around Goku’s back, the younger saiyan was using Vegeta’s chest as a pillow, with his body partly atop Vegeta‘s.

Goku was looking at the prince’s face, observing his expression, trying to read what the older saiyan was thinking. After a while of reverent contemplation of the prince’s features, Goku started caressing Vegeta’s cheek with the tip of his tail while tracing random patterns with one of his fingers all over Vegeta’s well sculpted torso.

The prince shuddered at those tingling, gentle touches. He raised an speculative brow while looking at Goku, the younger saiyan smiled warmly at him.

“Do you miss our planet, our people?”  Goku asked with a soothing voice, as soft as his delicate caresses. Vegeta didn’t know if he was more pleased with those sweet ministrations or with the fact that Goku had said ‘our people’. The prince sighed.

“No, I’ve never had the need to mourn for the those who were left behind, Kakarot. It’s useless to look back in search for responses. I prefer to concentrate my energy and efforts in what’s before my eyes. It’s much more interesting.” He answered, sending a hungry glare to Goku. Then Vegeta switched positions until he was completely atop of the younger saiyan and started a fierce kiss, feeling a rush of sheer pleasure up his spine as Goku moaned into the kiss and groped Vegeta’s royal buttocks, while bucking his hips up grinding his arousal against Vegeta’s crotch.

Both men groaned in frustration as Vegeta broke the kiss and pulled away from Goku before things went too far, suddenly remembering that they weren’t alone.
Goku clung to Vegeta, nuzzling his neck lovingly, as both saiyans panted heavily.

Vegeta, seeing that his mate was having problems to catch his breath, stroked gently Goku’s stomach feeding him with warm waves of ki.

Once the younger saiyan was fully recovered, he fixed his attention in Vegeta’s hands, still rubbing his stomach, that though still wasn’t swollen, it had lost his usual firmness.

“Who do you think the baby will look like, Vegeta?  Goku inquired, who was starting to get used to the idea that a little creature was growing inside of his body.


“Me” Vegeta said flatly.
Goku furrowed his brow, stupefied at Vegeta’s statement.

“Oh!” The younger saiyan mumbled.

“And why are you so sure? Is it your ego speaking or is it one of those ‘saiyan things‘ that I still don’t know?” He asked, looking Vegeta in the eyes.



“The second one.” Was Vegeta’s only reply. Goku rolled his eyes, annoyed at the sudden apathy of the prince.

“Well, enlighten me!” Goku exhorted, trying to obtain an explanation from the reticent prince.

“That’s the way we, saiyans, are designed. The first-born always looks like his sire and always is an alpha male, that’s the case of me or your brother Raditz. And the second-born looks like his birthing father and their inherited the capacity of carry children. That’s your case, you are almost a carbon copy of Bardock.

The next ones resemble both of their parents, there is a combination of characteristics from both of the progenitors in variable percentages.” Vegeta explained.

Goku laughed nervously. “Another Vegeta! That would be too much. Do you think this planet could resist it?”

Vegeta first groaned annoyed at Goku caustic comment, then he smirked smugly.

”Well, there’s no need to worry, Kakarot. Our second one will be like you, so that balances the situation.”

Goku went pale all of a sudden.

“A second one?” He asked and then he started to hyperventilate.

“Oh you will be more than willing to let me impregnate you every time you’re in heat. But that will only happen once every ten years, so there’s no need to be so apprehensive, Kakarot.”

Vegeta replied maliciously, enjoying greatly his little revenge for Goku’s previous sarcastic remark.

Goku was feeling giddy, everything was spinning and he felt his legs trembling uncontrollably.


“How many children are you planning to have?” He asked with uneasiness, not very sure of wanting to know the answer to that question.

“Let’s see. Saiyans live approximately five hundred years, keeping all his capabilities intact almost till the end, including fertility. So one baby every ten years, with our average life span, that makes…”

Goku didn’t let him finish.

“But that would be fifty...Oh my god!”

Then Goku fainted.
Vegeta felt a light pang of remorse.

“I think I’ve carried the joke too far.”
He shook Goku and slapped him slightly.

“Kakarot, come on. I was just kidding, Kakarot, dammit.”
Finally, Goku regained consciousness. He stirred and started to open his eyes slowly.


“Sorry, Kakarot…”
Goku started to yell. “If you think that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life being a human incubator for your royal seed you …you…asshole!”

“Shh, Kakarot don’t.. you will awake the boys.”

Goku huffed,frowning.

Vegeta heaved a sigh. “I was just kidding, Kakarot. You can decide how big will be our family.”
Goku remained mute, sending a death-glare to the prince.


“Come on Kakarot, don’t look at me that way.”

Vegeta pressed his body firmly against Goku’s, wrapping his arms around his mate, but the younger saiyan disentangled himself from the tight grip of the prince and rolled on his side, his back to Vegeta.

The prince gasped at Goku’s resentment.

“Kakarot, please. I hate it when you’re mad at me.”
Vegeta tried to spoon him from behind and, seeing that Goku didn’t pull away from him, Vegeta tried to soothe him with tender kisses and caresses, but Goku remained impassive.
Vegeta felt a turmoil of emotions: a pang of sadness, remorse for his childish conduct which had hurt his mate’s feelings, and a strange tenderness. He wanted to feel the forgiveness and affection of his mate.


He ran his fingers through Goku’s hair, whispering sweet nothings in saiyago.
Goku shivered, he didn’t understand those strange words, but they were so familiar. So alike the rough, guttural language from his visions. But muttered by Vegeta’s tantalizing voice, it sounded so sensual.

Goku started to purr, overwhelmed with emotion. Vegeta’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected reaction of his mate.
He had purred many times to comfort Goku. But it was the first time that Goku purred. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Full of joy, he let out his own purr in response. Then Goku brought Vegeta’s hand to his mouth and started to kiss it tenderly. Vegeta sighed in relief and contentment.

Now everything was perfect, the immense firmament above his heads and his mate in his arms. This was his kingdom, his home, he couldn’t think in a better place to be.