Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ PLAYTIME ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

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PLAYTIME





Chapter 13





Shighing, Goku took a last look at his grandfather’s house before getting on his flying cloud.

Vegeta had witnessed with impotence and preoccupation the emotional crisis Goku had been suffering, tormented with the idea to be despised by his friends. Vegeta’s great fear was that this could send the younger saiyan spiraling right down into a deep depression.

Vegeta firmly believed that the best way to solve a problem was to face it no matter what, so he had suggested Goku to speak with his friends to know what they really felt about his current situation. But the younger saiyan had refused, insisting on going away, instead. So the prince had finally accepted, though reluctantly, and they had spent the last three weeks at old Gohan’s house.

And the result had been, unexpectedly, spectacular. The happy memories from his childhood evoked by this place, so dear to Goku, and the memorable moments spent there with Vegeta during the last days, being pampered to no end by the prince, had been a balm to soothe his shattered, saddened soul.

Now, with a renewed spirit, the only thing Goku wanted was to see his sons again.

“Ready to go back home?” Vegeta asked softly as Goku, with his back to the prince, said his last silent goodbye to the modest cabin.

Goku turned to look at Vegeta and nodded, smiling brightly.

“Off we go.” Goku shouted happily as he followed closely behind Vegeta, who had blasted off into the sky to fly in the direction he had located Gohan’s ki.





They found the demi-saiyan in a prairie not far from Goku’s house, he was sparring with Videl. Vegeta landed gracefully nearby a great tree and, leaning against the trunk with his arms folded, watched amused the unequal combat. Goku remained sat Indian style on his cloud, floating idly right beside Vegeta. Gohan and Videl were exchanging a serie of punchs. The demi-saiyan was evidently holding back, all his energies intact, as Videl was showing evident signs of tiredness. Soon, the girl, unable to continue, collapsed to her knees panting heavily.

“Hi!” Goku chirped as his son, who had sensed immediately the presence of the two saiyans, strode forward till he was a few steps away from the couple, with a huge grin adorning his features.


“Dad!” Gohan exclaimed, overjoyed at seeing his father again. “You’re back. I’ve missed you so much, and Goten too.”


“Vegeta.” Gohan said dryly looking at the prince to acknowledge his presence, now with a serious expression on his young face. Vegeta, as serious as the boy, just nodded in reply.
Gohan turned his attention back to his father, the smile returning to his lips.

Meanwhile Videl had recovered her breath and, standing up with some difficulty because of her sore muscles, she walked towards the others and greeted the newcomers politely.

“Dad, you look great. It seems that this little break it’s what you needed.” Gohan exclaimed with enthusiasm seeing the healthy and cheerful appearance of his father. Videl nodded in agreement.


“Yes, he even looks more handsome.” She said frankly, looking up and down at Goku.

Gohan glanced at the girl, twitching and Vegeta growled menacingly clenching his fists with increasing rage, both of them jealous at her sudden interest on Goku. Meanwhile the taller saiyan was blushing mostly due to the absurd tantrum of the two overly testosterone-fueled males.

When Videl noticed the effects provoked by his unfortunate comment on the three men, she flushed in embarrassment and fidgeted uneasily.

“I didn’t mean…it’s just that. Well, it’s just that… look at his face, it’s so radiant and…he seems to emanate a especial light and …arghhh.” She mumbled, trying to explain herself, but without success.

“Oh come on, she was just trying to be kind, that’s all.” Goku stated, alarmed at Vegeta’s bizarre behavior, the intensity of his growls was increasing by the minute as he sent a piercing, dangerous look at the frightened girl. The prince looked like a furious wolf ready to pounce on his prey. Goku shook his head in disbelief. He was not entirely sure if he liked this new aspect of Vegeta, but it made him feel very uncomfortable.



“So you were having fun sparring, uh?” Goku commented casually, suddenly changing the subject in an attempt to placate his over-possessive mate.
Gohan, whose reaction had not been as extreme as Vegeta’s, looked at his father calmly, now totally composed.

“We come here all the mornings to train for the tournament.” He briefly explained.

“A tournament?” Vegeta inquired with curiosity, his previous outburst seemingly forgotten.

“Yes, it has been three years since all that fiasco with Buu, and my father has persuaded the organizers of the tournament to celebrate another one this year, he said as a popular request from his fans.” Videl laughed nervously, and added “He’ll never change.”

“It isn’t fair. I’m gonna miss all the fun.” Goku grumbled, pouting like an angry child. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the accusatory glance Goku was sending him, but he remained impassive. The two adolescents chuckled, finding the scene rather humorous.

Goku, tired of being sat, got off Kintoun to stretch his legs a bit. Gohan gasped in shock and his face went pale for a moment, seeing the now protruding belly of his father. He thought he had gotten used to the idea of his father’s pregnancy, at least when it was just an abstract concept, but now that he was confronted with the ‘big, voluminous and notorious’ physical reality, it was like if somebody had punched him right in the face and he was not prepare for it. Meanwhile Videl, fascinated stepped forward reaching out to touch Goku’s belly.

“Wow!” She exclaimed in awe. Goku, frowning, retreated some steps back, covering his stomach protectively with his hands.

“Don‘t touch him!” Vegeta ordered her, starting to growl again at the audacious girl for upsetting Goku.

“Sorry.” Videl said remorsefully, but disappointed.


“Come on dad, that was stupid. You know that Videl would make you no harm.” Gohan remarked angrily.
Vegeta frowned at the demisaiyan, sending him a cold glare


“Boy, I won’t let you speak like that to your father just because you‘re a stupid brat who‘s trying to impress his girlfriend. It’s a natural reaction, his instincts to protect the child run strong. He‘s supposed to act that way and that‘s a motive to be proud of him instead of berating him.”
Gohan hung his head and flushed, ashamed at being reprimanded by Vegeta in the presence of Videl.
Goku, more relaxed once his mind registered there was no threat to his child‘s life, looked at the girl sweetly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude.”
Videl nodded accepting Goku’s apologize with a smile.

“Can I touch it now?” She dared to ask, seeing that Goku was more at ease, with the hope that this time her request would be granted.
The taller saiyan grinned at her, scratching the back of his head.

“No” Was his only reply.
Videl and Gohan sweatdropped as Vegeta smirked in amusement.





“And when do you expect the baby?” Videl inquired with curiosity.


“Supposedly, in three months, but I cannot be sure. Given the extraordinary amount of energy Kakarot had supplied, the baby could be growing faster than expected.” Vegeta explained, an undeniable tinge of pride in his voice as always he mentioned the qualities of his mate.


“Have you already started the preparations for the baby’s arrival?” Videl asked.
Both saiyan looked at each other slightly ashamed and perplexed, it was evident that they did not even think about it.


“I can’t believe it.” Videl exclaimed slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. “You both had been fathers before, you should know these things.”
Goku laughed nervously as Vegeta frowned, both of them thinking what horrible parents they were and the baby had not even been born yet.


“You better hurry up, there’s no much time left and a baby needs a lot of things: a well equipped room, clothes, diapers... I can help you if you want with all the shopping.” She offered, suddenly excited at the idea of helping the two men.

“That’s very kind of you, Videl.” Goku stated, as he hopped back upon the cloud.

“Hey Videl, we should go to our classes, it’s getting late.” Gohan suggested, then he went to hug his father and saying goodbye to the couple, both teenagers blasted off into the sky, flying away.

The two full blooded saiyans flew in the opposite direction, impatient to get back home. There were lots of arrangements and decisions that needed to be made.







Once inside the house, Goku took off his jacket and trembled at the chill he felt, it was colder than outside. It was middle October and the temperature had decreased some degrees during the last weeks, being an abnormally cold autumn. Usually that was not a problem for the younger saiyan, with his special metabolism and his high energy level he had the capacity to regulate his corporal heat to keep himself warm in spite the exterior climate. But in his actual state he was more vulnerable to the weather variations and he was finding difficult to get used to the new circumstances.

“Why don’t you go and get a blanket to warm you up. Meanwhile I will prepare a hot cocoa.”

Vegeta suggested, smirking at the bright smile on Goku’s face. Lately the younger saiyan had developed an intense craving for chocolate, to the delight of Vegeta who, a fervent believer of the premise that knowing the weaknesses of an enemy was the key to victory, exploited that debility of his mate whenever he needed it, mostly to placate Goku’s mood swings or simply to have him content.

Vegeta embraced his shivering mate and rose his energy until a brilliant aura enveloped both of them, transmitting some warmth to Goku. Once the younger saiyan had stopped trembling, Vegeta dropped his ki to his normal level, letting him go.

When Vegeta entered the living room carrying a tray with two cups, Goku was sprawled on the couch, covered with a blanket. He tilted his head to look up in Vegeta‘s direction, smiling and almost drooling as a delicious aroma invaded his nostrils. He sat up, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as Vegeta, laying the tray on the nearby table, handled him a cup. Goku’s tail thumped uncontrollably on the couch as the younger saiyan sipped the hot liquid, letting out a purr of satisfaction at the sensual feeling of that exotic taste flooding through his throat. Vegeta looked at him in amusement as he took his own cup and drank slowly savoring the delicious beverage.

Vegeta leant against the back of the couch, getting more comfortable and put an arm around Goku’s shoulder. The younger saiyan rest his head on the prince’s chest and both remained in a pleasant silence enjoying the stillness of the moment. Soon, though, Goku started to doze off and Vegeta shook him slightly.

“Kakarot, your cocoa is getting cold.”
Goku opened his eyes and took a long sip, trying to shake off his dizziness. Vegeta cupped Goku’s chin and lowering his head licked the chocolate-covered tip of Goku’s nose. The younger saiyan let out a giggle at the tingling sensation.


“Mm, a delicious mix of flavors, chocolate and Kakarot.” Vegeta murmured in a husky tone, licking his lips as he cast a lustful gaze upon the younger saiyan.

Goku, having a sudden inspiration, sunk one finger into his cup till it was completely covered with a thick coat of the sugary substance and bringing it to his mouth he started to suck it slowly and sensually staring intensely at Vegeta with a naughty shine in the depths of his eyes. Vegeta groaned inflamed by mad desire and, grabbing Goku’s hand, engulfed the sticky finger to suction it thoroughly. Goku removed his hand from Vegeta’s mouth and proceeded to sunk his thumb again into the cup this time to caress his lips with the chocolate-soaked finger, and then looked up at the prince with a expression of fake innocence on.


Vegeta groaned at his teasing mate and lowered his head to catch Goku’s cocoa-covered lips in a heated kiss. Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s neck as the prince shoved his tongue into the inviting mouth of his mate, meanwhile his hands roamed all over Goku’s body. After a long while engaged in such display of groping and saliva swapping, they broke apart, all flushed and panting. Goku moaned slightly, his eyes still close and his heart beating wildly.

“Kakarot, we should cool off and discuss what has to be done concerning the cub.” Vegeta commented, more composed than his agitated partner. Goku took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.


Until Videl had mentioned it, it had never occurred to them that there were a lot of things to prepare. They did not get much involved in their previous experiences as fathers, having neglected their responsibilities and left all those details to the care of the mothers. They did not want to commit again the same mistakes. This time the circumstances were very different for both of them. In the case of Goku for obvious reasons, as the ’mother’, he was living the event from a new perspective, and his feelings about this new son were deeper; and he had another priorities and goals than just go to train to become stronger. And Vegeta had changed too and now he really was ready, more than that, eager to experience fatherhood.

“First we should decide which would be the best place to accommodate the baby.” Vegeta observed seemingly to be ponder which could be the best option.

“We can use Gohan’s old room.” Goku suggested, though not totally convinced.

“No, it’s in the opposite end of the hallway, too far from our room.” Vegeta opposed.


“Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t think about it. Gohan’s room was just in front of the bedroom I shared with Chichi, so we could hear him if he cried at night.”

“What about the room adjacent to ours? It has the perfect size for a child and a large window which can provide plenty of natural light.” Vegeta proposed.

“I’m very impressed my prince. You’re excellent organizing and taking decisions.” Goku exclaimed with admiration, hugging him tightly. Vegeta smiled softly, hugging back his affectionate partner.

“Well, I have some experience in that.” He replied chuckling, then added, “Now, let’s go there.”
Vegeta stood up and reaching out helped Goku up. Both of them went up the stairs to inspect the place.

The room was big, it was an old guest room where Chchi’s father used to sleep when he came to visit them. There was a bed, a bedside table, a dresser, an armchair and a floor lamp. Vegeta piled up everything around the bed and proceeded to encapsulate it, in an instant the room was completely empty.


“That was fast!” Goku exclaimed blinking.

As a bonus, there was a fitted wardrobe which would be very useful. But it needed to be cleaned and ventilated.
Vegeta looked around to inspect with more detail the state of the room.


“The walls and the ceiling need to be repainted, the color is horrible and look all those stains.” He said pointing in random directions, it was all covered in grime and dust.

Goku beamed, suddenly remembering something.


“Let’s go to the attic Vegeta, there should be some capsules with all kind of stuff from when my sons were just toddlers. Maybe we could use some of it, that way we can save some money.”
Vegeta suddenly went serious, and looked down at the floor seeming deep in thought.


“What’s wrong Vegeta?” Goku asked, furrowing his brow in curiosity and slight concern. Judging by the look on Vegeta’s face it was obvious that something was bothering the prince.


“Nothing, I was just thinking.” He replied distractedly, then looked up at Goku with a tiny smile on his lips trying to reassure the younger saiyan, not wanting to worry him.
Goku shiged with resignation, he knew Vegeta was up to something but it was useless to try to push the obstinate prince. So he let it be for now.
They went to the attic and soon they found what they were looking for. A crib, a chest of drawers, a rocking chair and many other items in perfect conditions. Vegeta was inspecting some of those things, when he noticed that something had captured Goku’s interest.

“What’s that Kakarot?” Vegeta asked with curiosity seeing the puzzled look on Goku’s face, who hadn‘t kept his eyes apart from the object.


“It seems to be an album, it’s the first time I see it.” He replied, picking it up and sitting down on the ground Indian style. When Goku opened the album, he gasped in shock and disbelief. It was a baby book, a complete record of Goten’s childhood. A diary where Chichi had registered, day by day everything concerning the child. It contained too a lot of photographs: his first day of life in the hospital‘s nursery, his first smile, his first teeth, his first steps…And there were other things, like some locks of hair, sheds of clothes,…

“I can’t understand why Chichi never showed me this.” Goku murmured, confused and hurt.

“Kakarot, the woman was resented cause you preferred to remain in the Otherworld instead of being restored to life, back with your family.” Vegeta commented as he sat down beside Goku.

“But I’m sure she did it for me. Here it is the first year of Goten’s life till the last detail, she wanted me to know our son like if I would have been there to raise him. I know she never forgave me for that, from the very first moment I came back I knew everything was over between us. But I didn’t know till now the extent of her hate. She had no right to hide this from me. That was cruel and mean.”

Goku shook his head, sighing deeply. Vegeta patted Goku’s shoulder in a comforting manner.
They stood there for a long while looking at the pictures, Goku soon brightened up as he contemplated with adoration and deep emotion all those images of his dear son,


“We should do something like this for our child, it would be a beautiful keepsake to be treasured forever. That way, in years to come we can remember together all those moments. It will be wonderful, don’t you think so?”
Goku asked elated. Vegeta just shrugged with indifference. Goku groaned, a little upset at Vegeta’s reaction.

“Oh, come on, Vegeta you could show more enthusiasm. I thought you weren’t afraid anymore to show me your real feelings.” Goku remarked, slightly disappointed.

“Dammit, Kakarot. I like the idea. Now, are you content?” He blurted out with his arms folded.

“Asshole.”






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Gohan stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist. As he entered his room to get dressed, his telephone rang. He ran towards the bedside table where the phone was on, stumbling as he almost bumped into his bed.

“Who is…” An authoritative voice interrupted him, before he could say anything else.


“Boy, I need you to do something.”

“Vegeta? Has something happened to my father?” The boy asked alarmed, it had to be something urgent if Vegeta had bothered to call him, it was the first time he did it.


“No, your father is perfectly fine. In fact he seems to be enjoying too much.” Gohan was sure, judging by the smug tone in Vegeta’s voice, that the prince was smirking.

Vegeta, sat on the bed, looked at his playful mate who was laying on his side waggling his tail happily and purring softly,with a dreamy look in his half-lidded eyes. Goku yawned, still a little sleepy and tired. He had awaken very soon that morning acting like a sensual kitten, so the prince unable to restrain his passion pounced on him to have some ‘fun’…twice, and Goku still was in his habitual post-orgasm giddiness.

He started to rub the tip of his tail over Vegeta’s face. The prince, distracted by the flirtatious appendage, forgot for a moment that someone was at the other end of the phone.

“Vegeta, are you there?” A loud voice brought it out of his enthrallment with Goku.


“Yes, boy. I need you to buy some things.” Vegeta sneered.


“What? Why always me?” Gohan murmured with a weak voice, as he sat down on his bed.


“Don’t complain boy, I don’t want to put your father unnecessarily under such stress in his state and there’s no way I leave him alone at home.” Vegeta replied frowning , to immediately soften his features as Goku curled his tail around Vegeta’s arm and started to purr again.

“Ok, but when the baby is born I won’t do more of these chores for you.” Gohan usually did these errands for the two saiyans without complaining, but he had a date with Videl to train and that was the reason why he was a little edgy.


“Whatever, bring all the necessary to paint a room.”


“Which colors do you want?” Gohan asked sighing.


“I don’t know. Kakarot woke up a while ago and he told me he was going to paint the baby’s room but it was going to be a surprise.”


“Well, let me speak with him.” Gohan demanded.


“At this precisely moment I think he’s not lucid enough to maintain a conversation, he's still a little dizzy from…”


Gohan interrupted him. “Please, don’t continue, I don’t need to know it.” Vegeta smirked, he was sure the boy had went pale.


“Fine, I think he’s going to paint a mural or something like that cause he told me that he needed to give expression to something he had envisioned.”

“Uh?” Gohan asked stupidly.

“I know it sounds weird, but boy, it’s your father we’re talking about, you should get used by now to his eccentricities.” Vegeta replied, letting out a chuckled. Meanwhile, Goku had uncurled his tail, starting to stroke with it Vegeta’s torso and abdomen. The prince gasped and shuddered.


“Ok, is that all?” Gohan asked, with resignation.


“No, go to the supermarket and bring some food. And in tons, cause your father lately is eating twice his usual ration.”
Goku was still roaming his tail over Vegeta’s abdomen when suddenly he curled it around Vegeta’s cock and started to pump it up and down.


“Nghh..” Vegeta moaned, arching his back so abruptly that he almost threw the phone to the floor.


“What the hell” Gohan squeaked, almost falling from his bed.
Vegeta immediately covered the auricular with one hand and sent a warning look at Goku, who slowed the rhythm of his stroking.


“You, naughty little devil. I’m talking to your brat…if you continue like that he’s gonna faint. Not that I care, but once you have regained your good sense, you’re gonna be so embarrassed that you won’t be able to face your own son again.”
Goku just shrugged and continued his ministrations.


“Ah…bring some…ah chocolate…ahh.” Vegeta’s moans grew in intensity as Goku increased the rhythm, the furry appendage now moving wildly. “Lots of it, mmm.” While Goahn went pale and then green. He hurriedly hung up the phone feeling nauseated. “Oh my god!” Gohan mumbled, as he staggered towards his wardrobe to catch some clothes.

Vegeta meanwhile was sending a frustrated look at his unpredictable mate, whose tail was now motionless, on the bed, indifferent at Vegeta’s needy erection.

“Great, now that you’ve gotten what you wanted you don’t care about me, neh?” Vegeta groaned, he was going to explode.
Goku smiled and then sank his head on the pillow sighing contently.


“Ah, no. You’re going to finish what you started.” Vegeta remarked, spanking Goku’s ass with the palm of his hand, leaving a red mark on the delicate ivory skin. Goku yelped, looking over his shoulder as the prince lowered his head to kiss the abused spot.
Goku let out a soft purr and curling his tail again around Vegeta’s cock stroked it wildly till the prince came, screaming in bliss.



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Once Gohan had done the errands for the couple, he appeared in the house accompanied by Goten and Trunks, who wanted to spend the day with their fathers, having missed them so much during the last weeks.

Gohan opened the door and entered followed by the two kids who ran towards the kitchen excitedly, having sensed there the presence of the two saiyans. The couple were sat at the kitchen table having breakfast, Goku was with his back facing the door. Goku looked over his shoulder as the kids entered and smiled at them.


“Hi, dad, Vegeta.” Goten chirped stepping towards his father to immediately stare, openmouthed and with his eyes about to bulge out of his orbs, at his father’s belly. Trunks who had gone straight forward to sit down on the chair beside his father, looked at Goku just as stupefied as Goten.

“Wow, you’re big, dad. Does it hurt?” Goten asked without keeping his eyes apart from the fascinating protuberance. Goku shook his head, grinning at his son. Meanwhile Gohan had entered and went to put the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Hey, dad, Vegeta. Isn’t it a little late for breakfast? It’s almost midday.” He asked, sitting down on a stool in front of the table. Goku just shrugged, blushing and Vegeta smirked. Gohan rolled his eyes, mentally scolding himself for daring to ask.

“Boys, do you want something to eat? There’s enough food for everybody.” Goku asked cheerfully, still a little flushed.
Goten shrieked in delight and taking a plate from the cupboard, he rapidly filled it with food. Trunks did the same, and soon the two boys were sitting at the table devouring the meal at superspeed.

“Sorry, dad but I must go, I promised Videl that I would train with her.” Gohan said and, jumping off the stool, left after saying goodbye.

“Well, boys, do you want to participate in the tournament this year?” Vegeta asked looking amused at Goku and Goten, both sat in front of him, devouring the food as if there would be no tomorrow, the two so alike that it was really hilarious.


“Yeah!” Trunks exclaimed, thrilled at the prospect to fight again in front of a roaring crowd. While Goten only nodded because his mouth was all stuffed with food. He gulped and then replied, “Cool, this year I will be the winner!”

“Ha, I will beat you like the last time.” Trunks remarked trying to smirk like his father but failing, to the delight of Goten, who laughed wholeheartedly at his friend.

“Ha, ha…dad have you seen what a funny face?” Trunks huffed annoyed at being mocked by Goten. Goku was so focused on his food that he did not even lifted his head from his plate.

“Are you done, kids?” Vegeta asked, standing up and taking his empty dish to the sink. The boys nodded .

“Well, then help me to clear the table and then we can go to train.” The demi saiyans obeyed quickly without complaining, while Goku finished the content of his plate. Then, he stood upon his feet with some difficulty.

He was feeling heavier and clumsier as days passed and still couldn’t get used to it. How he missed his flat abdomen, his hard muscles, his agility and strength. To fly at full speed free as a bird; to have fun kicking someone’s ass, namely Vegeta who was the only culprit of his tribulations. A good fighting, that was the salt of the life. And here he was confined as a useless prisoner into his own, now monstrous body. Goku gave out a deep sigh, he knew those thoughts were pointless and childish but sometimes he couldn’t help it.


Before going to train with Vegeta, the boys had carried upstairs all what Goku needed to paint the future nursery. Goten initially had been disappointed because he wanted to spend more time with his father. But soon he had stopped pouting, impatient to start the training.

Goku had locked himself inside the baby's room for hours, not allowing anybody to enter. He wanted it to be a surprise. He only had left his voluntary seclusion for lunch, and only after Vegeta had gotten really angry at him. The prince had yelled threatening to blast the damn door. Goku was sad because, since they were together, it was the first time that Vegeta had been so violent. And the fact that it was just because the prince was worry for Goku’s and the child’s health, it hadn’t lessened the pain of seeing his mate so enraged. But when Goku obeyed and got out, Vegeta had embraced him tenderly in apologize. The incident went completely forgotten once they were at the table, with a great meal and the two boys laughing and chatting happily.

Once Goku finished, he went back to resume his task not before looking at Vegeta asking for his permission, the prince had nodded letting out a little sigh. The boys and Vegeta had spent the rest of the day sat in the living room viewing some recordings of old tournaments in which Goku had participated.

“Is that really Goku?” Trunks had asked perplexed. To him it was strange to see that younger version of the taller saiyan, so weak in comparison with his actual power level. After all, they had met Goku when he had achieved level three, the maximum of his power until now.

“You have a lot to learn from Kakarot, kid. He’s the living proof that a strong will is the most powerful arm. You can only progress and achieve the impossible if you have the profound conviction that you can do it. That’s the real source of Kakarot’s strength.” Vegeta stated with a hint of admiration in his voice.



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The boys had wanted to see what Goku was doing before they left, but the taller saiyan had refused until it was finished. So they said goodbye through the door. One hour later, Vegeta had come back to try to persuade the younger saiyan to rest.


“Kakarot, why don’t you get out? This isn’t healthy.” Vegeta pleaded softly, he did not wanted to explode again, cause his previous outburst had only served to hurt Kakarot and himself.

“Just some minutes, I’m almost done.”


“Ok, I am going to take a shower. I want you out of there when I come back.” He said before headed towards the bathroom.


When Vegeta returned, the door was open and Goku was a mess, sprawled on the floor, all covered in paint. Vegeta looked around and gasped, flabbergasted at the breathtaking sight. On the bigger wall, there was a view of his castle at sunrise. On a lavender sky, a red sun rose above the horizon, between the snowy peaks of two blue mountains.
The sight exported him to his natal planet. That landscape he had contemplated so many times as a child, and that was now in front of his eyes, so real, transmitted him serenity and peace; the sensation that nothing had changed. That still he was a child in Vegetasei and his father would appear walking through the door of the magnificent palace, as regal and impressive as he remembered him.

“Kakarot, this is like a window to my old home. How is this possible? ” He murmured, still in shock.

“I dreamed of it last night, one of my visions though this was different. I immediately knew that I had to do this for our child, I had the sensation that it was important but I didn’t know why.” He responded, sitting up and beaming at his gawking mate while rubbing affectionately his own belly.

“My home.” Vegeta whispered with reverence, unshed tears of nostalgia shining in the depths of his eyes but he struggled not to cry, in spite of the strong emotion sweeping through him.

“Now my son will see his lost legacy.” Then he looked around at the murals on the other two walls. Goku had recreated with utmost realism two different landscapes of Vegetasei: A mysterious and dangerous jungle, looking at it one almost could feel the dampness and savagery of the place. The other was a rough sea under a storming sky. Vegeta’s eyes went up and down to enjoy till the last detail. Goku had captured with absolute precision all the violence contained in the nature of his planet, what Goku had done was pure poetry for the eyes. Vegeta sat down on the floor beside the younger saiyan and holding Goku’s hand took it to his mouth and kissed it gently, with adoration. Never anybody had made anything for him but bringing pain, hate or discord into his life, except Goku who had never ceased to give him the most precious things he had ever known: mercy with respect and dignity, forgiveness, genuine admiration, trust and faith, an unlimited and selfless affection, a heir, and now this…

“Thank you, Kakarot.” He murmured with a soft voice, never having said those words before to anybody else.

“How would have been to raise our child in our planet?” Goku asked with curiosity, each day he was more and more eager to know everything about his race.


“ Believe me, Kakarot, if his childhood were similar to mine you wouldn’t like it. As the heir of the throne I was a solitary kid, my father kept me apart of what he considered stupid and dangerous distractions, like to have friends my same age or to play carefree and happy like any other child. I had to learn the responsibilities and obligations my status entailed. Isn’t it ironic, Kakarot? I was deprived of my childhood to prepare me to become what it wasn’t meant to be, a perfect leader to our people.” Vegeta at this point was overwhelmed with mixed emotions and his voice faltered for a moment.

“No, it wasn’t in vain Vegeta. What they taught you, your title and your undying pride for your people, those are the things that made you strong and valiant and helped you to survive with your dignity intact. You are a prince, that’s your identity , your title is not just an empty world, it has a deep meaning. In spite of all, you had never renounced to it and you will never do it, cause if you did it, you would be betraying yourself and your entire race, that day you would become an unworthy and disgusting creature. And I know that won’t ever happen, my prince.” Goku looked at Vegeta with such respect and adoration that the older saiyan knelt in front of him and, relishing in the sight of those lovely features, he caressed gently Goku’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Kakarot, what you’ve done here is almost as beautiful as you.” He said in a whisper, looking Goku intensely in the eyes.


“Well, this beauty needs some rest. I’m exhausted.” Goku said with good humor, relieving some of the tension created by the deep emotions and sentiments the couple had experienced. Vegeta chuckled and standing up, reached out to help Goku up.

Once in their room, Goku took off all his clothes, except his boxers and lay on the bed.


“Feeling better?” Vegeta asked from the door.


“A little lonely.” Goku replied as he patted the empty side of the bed, motioning Vegeta to come by his side.

Vegeta didn’t need more encourage to climb onto bed near Goku.


“My back is killing me.” The larger saiyan exclaimed, contorting his features in a grimace of pain.


“Maybe a massage will help.” Vegeta proposed while running his fingers through Goku’s hair.


“Mmm that would be great.” Goku replied, rolling onto his side, with his back facing Vegeta, who started to stroke Goku’s shoulders, neck and back. The younger saiyan moaned at the pleasurable sensation, but suddenly he squeaked, startling Vegeta, who frozed at the thought that something could be wrong.

“Are you right, Kakarot?” Vegeta asked anxiously.


“It’s the baby.” Goku said as he rolled onto his side, facing Vegeta , who had started to panic at the strange expression on Goku’s face.

“What’s wrong with the baby?” He asked in a tremulous tone.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine. It’s just that the little one is moving.” Goku said reassuringly, bringing one of Vegeta’s hands to his abdomen to place it right on the spot the child was moving. Vegeta gasped at the awkward but exhilarating sensation.


“My son.” He whispered in awe. Goku yelped all of a sudden, shifting on the bed.

“What happens now?”


“Ouch,” Goku complained, “surely this is your son, no doubt in that, he kicks as hard as you.”
Vegeta smirked proudly, he planted a tender kiss on Goku’s neck while rubbing his belly. Both men remained embraced and purring in contentment feeling the little creature squirming inside the satisfied ‘mother‘.