Even More Of Us
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Even More Of Us
Sequel
to “More of Us.”
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
*Gratuitous usage of purring. *
Mpreg. AU; naturally.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
DBZ manga.
But I do own the following birth certificates:
Bardock, Gogeta, Takashi and Bulla.
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Vegeta
beat the bitch into the ground—literally—until it was just the tip of her head
visible above the ground. Then he shot
ki blasts at her until parts started flying everywhere.
eyes. Kept shooting at her.
pounded her relentlessly.
Until
the screaming stopped. Until he
realized that he was the one screaming.
Until he felt his sons hand on his arm, turned and saw Bardock staring at
him. Black eyes darker than
before. Bloody still, but living.
Stronger by double than he was before.
And then Vegeta turned away from the hole in the ground, from the heap
of mechanical parts. They were
worthless now. His son gave him a look.
“Being
dead was boring,” Bardock informed him.
“There was a big fat guy at this desk.
And a huge line.”
Vegeta
smacked him, but affectionately. Cuffed
him on the head and shook his own head.
“Don’t die next time.” Wasn’t
angry anymore. Let his power drop back
down, let his hair turn black again.
Huffed. Half his day wasted
away, because it was evening now, and he’d spent the whole day without eating
anything. Bardock stuck his tongue out
at him, punched him in the arm.
“Well,
next time don’t try and leave me out of it,” he snapped.
“I
left you out of it because you aren’t old enough to fight, chibi.”
“Whatever.”
Vegeta
grabbed him by the tail and pulled him after him as he went to find his
mate. The little boy was still
grumbling, but as long as he was alive to grumble, Vegeta didn’t care what he
said. All that mattered was he was breathing, his heart was beating and he
wasn’t dead. However, he noticed that
Gogeta’s ki signal was still gray.
Weak. Very weak.
back in the Capsule building.
As
he opened the kitchen door he let Bardock go, let his other siblings attack
him. They all hugged him and trilled
and purred and beat on him for having the audacity to leave them.
doorway of the lab. Arms crossed over
his chest. Staring inside.
Vegeta
moved passed him, into the room. To
where his son was lying on a cold metal table, as Kakarot sat as his side,
sed hed his hair and purred for him. As
the woman hooked a needle into his vein and started an IV.
kept this stuff she seemed to pull out of nowhere, because he had been in this
lab before and never seen any IV fluids.)
“What happened?” There was a
hole through his sons clothes, blood splattered on the skin around it.
“17
shot him with a ki blast. The Dragon
brought him back to life when he brought back Bardock and everyone else.”
like death in his voice.
Vegeta
didn’t speak for a moment, concentrated on his mate’s ki—it was strong—and the
two tiny ki signals that were floating around inside their mother.
were alright, and all their children were all right, than why was Goku so
sad? “What happened?” he repeated.
< sty style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I
think,” this was the stupid woman, “That Gogeta’s having an allergic reaction
to whatever is in the vaccine we gave him yesterday. So I’m going to give him fluids, find out what he’s having an
allergic reaction to and give him the appropriate medicine.
maybe a full day.”
Well,
he was very glad to hear that. But the
big baka still had not answered his question.
So he shoved him, until he was looking directly at Kakarot’s face
instead of the side of him and repeated his tiontion one more time: “What
happened?”
“The
Dragon took it back,” Kakarot said.
“What?”
can’t have anymore children.”
“Why
did the dragon take anything? I thought
it just gave stuff,” that was the idiot woman again. But she did pose a good question. The Dragon was supposed to grant things, not take things—even if
he was the one that technically gave Goku the ability to have children.
“He
said that the children weren’t supposed to be born so he wouldn’t bring Gogeta
or Bardock back unless I gave up the ability to have more.”
“So
after these two, there are no more?” Vegeta asked.
Kakarot
nodded. Purred sadly and turned back to
look at their son. Vegeta tried to
imagine was going through that oaf’s brain.
Discovered he had no idea.
Couldn’t for five seconds imagine it.
Because he wasn’t a mother. He
was a father, and while he would have probably had droves of children with the
big baka, it was probably better this way.
He and Kakarot weren’t exactly the young anymore.
definition of old, Vegeta had to acknowledge that he did not want to be raising
children forever.) Then he thought that
maybe the baka thought just because there wouldn’t be anymore children that
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Which
was a crock. Because Vegeta had
invested too much time and effort into this matihinghing to leave now.
that could not be solved until the big one fessed up, Vegeta looked at Bulma
again.
“Gogeta
will be alright?”
“Right
as rain just as soon as I reverse the allergic reaction.”
when the very epitome of optimism was a big lump of depression.
opposite of what Gogeta needed around him right now. So he turned.
“In
here now!” he yelled.
Five
seconds and the four of his children and little Goten were standing right
there, arms behind their back. He
smiled, and took pleasure that he had taught them something so well.
of you to make sure he has absolutely everything he needs.
Nods.
And
then, Vegeta grabbed Kakarot by the tail and dragged him out of the room.
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Goku
didn’t brood often. Didn’t have the
patience for it. Didn’t see the point
on dwelling on unpleasant things. But
he couldn’t get over the fact that his whole purpose in life had been taken
away from him. After these babies
inside of him were born he would never be able to have more.
his two sons. He would never, ever let
them know what had happenedan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He would
never put that burden on them.
But
it didn’t make him feel any better.
Yeah,
the androids were very dead. Yeah the
threat had passed. Yeah now the time
for celebratory sex. Yeah, his hips
still hurt—even though, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to conceive anymore
children—yeah, he knew that he should be happy. His children were all okay.
Would all live. Trunks was safe.
No
more babies.
He’d
said what he felt he needed to say to Vegeta.
Explained all he really wanted to explain and hoped that the naturally
broody one would recognize the signs of a brood when he saw one and leave Goku
to it. But he did not.
his tail out of the lab, through the kitchen and up to their room.
the angry prince, at the arms crossed over his chest.
Saw
the bruises on his hands, on his arms. Saw
the blood of their son that had not yet been washed away.
“Look,
Kakarot,” Vegeta said, “You went to the dragon because you wanted their to be
more of our kind, correct?”
Goku
nodded.
“And
your wish got granted. You now have six
children, I have one, and we’re going to have two more.
Nod
again. Didn’t really see where this
math lesson was going. But, he tried to
follow it.
“Now,
imagine if all nine of our children had nine more children.
Well,
that was starting to sound relevant.
Because, if they kept reproducing at that rate, then they would be taken
over an entire planet it no time! There
would be a whole culture of them!
“Really?” he asked.
“I
do not lie, Kakarot.”
No.
And he seemed to have proven his point flawlessly.
hadn’t forgotten what it was like to have a broken butt and go for a whole
entire year without sex. And what it
was like to not be able to fight for four months, and get fat.
And he figured that if he could just sit back and watch more children
get born and play with them and teach them, than he didn’t really need to be
able to have more himself. Let someone
else do the really hard part.
All
that thinking made him start to purr again.
Purring made him realize that sex would be a good thing.
day fighting. Needed a let down of some
form, to get rid of all that nasty residual hype. But first, he had to get this blood and dirt off of him.
bathroom. Shower.
clothes—they were trash anyway—and went to take his shower.
Vegeta
followed him. Right into the
shower. Scrubbed his own skin until it
was a pinkened bronze color, and then his hair. Goku watched him, scrubbed his own body and his own hair, and
thought that it would be real nice when they got to the sex part.
And
that line of thought was tossed out the window when he was pushed back against
the wall, and a mouth latched onto his.
He tasted Vegeta, felt him pressed up against him.
them slick. He kissed Vegeta back,
opened his mouth and felt the tongue press inside, pressed back against it,
lifted up his legs—thank Kami that he could fly—and felt Vegeta push into
him.
Purred.
Ran
his hands into the dark, wet hair, down the neck, the shoulders.
back or urge Vegeta on or anything.
Just whimpered for him and purred for him and petted him.
what it would be like if he couldn’t have anymore kids.
child-birthing would probably go away, and that meant they would have to have
sex the other way. Which was new,
because Goku had never actually had that done to him.
He
would have asked Vegeta about it, but his mouth was not free as of yet.
Vegeta, as if his mate was trying to figure out if something changed in his
mouth.
Fine,
fine. Goku purred.
Vegeta thrust faster into him. And
finally his mouth was freed as Vegeta moved down to suck on his neck.
his mouth and pressed his head back into the hard tile.
He
pushed back. Felt the desperate need
forming in his hips. Wanted more,
needed more. Pushed back, harder.
then, as Goku thought they were going to break the wall, he felt it all explode
inside of him.
Cataclysmic.
Vegeta
kissed him again, softly. Rested his
head on his shoulder. And
murmured—without sounding like he cared much—“The water’s cold.”
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Review.
Gk: *sniffle * No more
babies.
Vegeta: You do realize we’re almost fifty, right?
Gk: Gross! I don’t want to be
old.
Vegeta: In another fifty years we will be old, Kakarot.
Gk: Oh. Then we can still
have sex like horny teenagers?