Saiyan Enlightment

Which
was great for the whole ‘become more Saiyan’ process, but he wasn’t sure how it
was going to fare against Kakarot’s ingrained sense of ‘earth-sense.’ (Not that Vegeta was all for having sex
outside in the dirt with no lube to speak of, but that’s what a Saiyan would
do.) So he had to think of some sort of
healthy balance between the very few things the earthlings had done ‘right’ to
teach him and the many things about Saiyans that Vegeta had to unleash in
him. (Because the Saiyan still lived
there, underneath that ‘hyuk, hyuk’ exterior.)

Anyway,
he arrived at the Capsule building, saw his son pinning the little Son to the
counter and trying to either climb into his body through his mouth or swallow
him whole. Either way, it had been
funny as hell to see his child blush bright red on every visible inch of his
shirtless body. Goten had just licked
his lips, grinned and set about making them food. (Vegeta was starting to think it would take a hell of a thing to
embarrass that kid.)

Kakarot
had laughed.

He
had smirked.

Trunks
had promptly disappeared and when he reappeared he was dressed completely and
back to his normal skin color. Until
Goten smirked again and shook his head.
Then there was a slight pinkening of his skin. That had been amusing, naturally, and every time Goten smirked
for the whole of the meal, his child had done that same blush. (Which made him want to ask why the smirk
and what did it have to do with anything, but he didn’t ask. Restrained himself.) Then excused himself to go upstairs and
check on Bulma. Found her asleep and stood
in the doorway to watch her for a minute.
Waited until Kakarot had enough time to figure out why the hell their
sons were smirk and blushing all the time, then closed her door quietly and
left. Met Kakarot at the backdoor and
the two of them were now on their way back to their own home.

“So,
do you want to know it was?” Kakarot asked.
Then (bless his mate’s inability to wait for an answer) he continued on:
“Goten said they should have sex in the kitchen and Trunks didn’t want to, and
then Goten said that it was about time someone walked in on him instead of him
always walking in on someone else. And
then Trunks was like ‘ew’ and then Goten got him to kiss him and then we showed
up.”

“You’re
child is evil.”

“It’s
your fault. You raised him those first
years.”

“Hn. Did not.”

“Riiiiight,
he just slept at your house, trained with your son and ate at your table. No raising happening there.” Kakarot rolled his eyes at him. Playfully, but there was still that
seriousness there. A strange sort of thank
you there, that his son had somehow been spared from spending a life alone
without other Saiyans to help him. Love
his wife or not, Kakarot had never wanted his son to be raised the same as she. “Hey, ‘Geta. Can we go to sleep when we get home? I’m tired.”

Wimp. “Yes, Kakarot.”

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n stn style='mso-tab-count:1'> Apparently
he had misinterpreted the ‘yes Kakarot’ because he thought it meant ‘Yes we can
sleep,’ and Vegeta thought it meant ‘yes, we can sleep after the bed linens are
changed.’ After that stupid task was
completed, they finally crawled into bed after what seemed to be the LONGEST
day in history. Wrapped his arms around
Vegeta—who had his back pressed to Goku’s chest—and promptly fell asleep with
not thoughts on his mind whatsoever.

The
next morning, however, he woke up with a storm of questions in his mind, and
wondered just what the hell he had been thinking when he went to bed the night
before. Or even before he went to bed. Sat n thn the bed and looked at Vegeta. Looked at his throat and his wrists and
felt…almost evil. Like he had done a
horrible thing. Felt stupid for
thinking that because he hadn’t done anything that the two of them hadn’t
enjoyed doing. Nobody had gotten hurt.

But
what if one of them had?

He
gave himself a mental kick and hated the fact that he knew a lot of this
second-guessing bullshit was ahead of him.
Instincts were not thought processes after all. Fighting was one thing, he didn’t mind it,
after all fighting had saved his life many times, but that didn’t mean he sat
around and thought of ways to win more efficiently or quickly. Of course, he realized that was because he
loved the fight.

All
fights.

But
sex wasn’t a fight. And he hadn’t
needed to hold Vegeta down. He had
really liked doing it. Remembered that
as he looked at the shape of his fingers formed into bruises on that bronzed
skin. Really liked it actually.

But
it wasn’t right. He hadn’t ever held
Chichi down, hadn’t ever wanted to hold her down.

Because
she wasn’t Saiyan, of course, because he could have really hurt her. But what would happen if he got to the point
where instinct ruled over his thoughts?
Could you really trust Saiyan instincts not to hurt? Because he remembered the way Radditz and
Vegeta and Nappa were when they first hit earth, and he didn’t think that was
necessarily the sort of thoughtful person he wanted to be.

But
at the same time, earthlings were exactly the most thoughtful bunch of
back-stabbing people in the world, were they?
And he was a Saiyan. Born one, wasn’t
raised to be one, but he felt it there, inside him. That thing that burned, that demanded he fight more and win more
and prove once and for all that he was the best. Because Vegeta had spent years training to surpass him, and only
Vegeta had ever won a fight between the two of them. Way back when they first ‘met’ and Vegeta had transformed. Tried to crush him. But he had won.

If
not for Gohan, Krillin and Yajirobe, he would have died there.

Strange.

Because
thinking about that somehow made Vegeta more attractive. The memory didn’t bring the vague shadow of
pain it once had, just reminded him of how powerful his mate had been, even
then, and that was extremely attractive.
Downright arousal-inducing.

As if
summoned by these thoughts, Vegeta yawned, stretched his arms over his head and
then rolled onto his back, looked at him and yawned again.

“Hey
‘Geta,” he said. Pondered what it was
about seeing his mate wake up in his bed that made him so very pleased. That had to be the human side, because he
wasn’t so sure that Saiyans even slept in the same area with one another. Not that he wanted to sleep separately from
Vegeta, because he loved his mate and wanted to be around him, but as a Saiyan
he would think that such shows of affections were…not given.

“Good
morning Kakarot.”

Which
reminded him that Vegeta was supposed to be telling him just how Saiyan he had
been the night before. “So?” he
prompted, knew that Vegeta’s memory was as good as his own if not better.

There
was a sigh. Vegeta sat up, gave him a
brief glare. “What do you want to ask,
first?” He really liked that about his
mate, how Vegeta could tell when he wanted to ask something and how most of the
time he didn’t do that ‘huff, I am busy Gooookuuuu,’ thing that everyone else
did to him.

“Well,”
he said, felt uncomfortable, but figured if he could do it, than he should
certainly be able to talk about it.
“Why did I hold you down? I
mean…why’d I like it?”

Vegeta
gave him a slightly amused astounded look of disbelief. Then he said—calmly—“You held me down
because you were fighting for…” he paused there to think of the word he wanted
to use, “Dominance. You liked it
because you won.”

That
was. Wrong? Was it wrong? Vegeta
didn’t seem to have minded very much.
In fact, all in all, he seemed to have enjoyed himself quite a bit. So, it wasn’t “wrong.” Was it?
“But, Vegeta,” he said, “I don’t want to…dominate you.” In fact, he would have thought that Vegeta
would have problems with this turn of events, and yet he seemed to be just
fine. So what was Goku’s big problem
with exactly?

“Kakarot,
you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”

Well
that was a slight relief. But Goku
wasn’t so sure that he wanted to be doing it himself, because what if this need
to ‘dominate’ got changed into something else and he was running around
‘dominating’ everything? He couldn’t
imagine someone forgiving him for getting into a fight just to prove he was the
better one.

“Hey…Vegeta…what
if I don’t want to be more Saiyan?” Goku asked. Looked at Vegeta very seriously and tried to imagine what was
going to be said next. Couldn’t tell by
the look on his mate’s face if the next words were going to be good or bad, and
wasn’t exactly sure himself what he would do either way.

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27
words under the count. Darn thing. (randomly starts inserting the word ‘the’
everywhere.)

Gk: (the) Hey Geta (the) do you think (the) we’ll get to
have (the) sex?

Vegeta: Right
(the) now?

Gk: No. But (the) soon?

Vegeta: (the)
looks at warnings (the.) I see that
we’re (the) not bumping uglies any(the)more.