• 1-More of Us
• 2-Two
• 3-3
• 4-4
• 5-5
• 6-6
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• 8-8
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More Of Us

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Notes: Slash. M/M. Sex eventually. *Pretty much all the time for the next couple of chapters * Mpreg.
Chi-Chi bashing. AU, I guess.
*isn’t all fan fiction AU?*

Oh, and I don’t own them. Of course I don’t, or I would be rich.

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Vegeta
woke up to the unusual sensation of warmth, wetness and suction. There was a definite ache and when he lifted
his head he was greeted with the sight of a head full of spiky black hair
between his legs. Well, he thought with
a groan, stranger things have happened.
And then, oh Kami, the PURRING!
Never before did he appreciate that purring as much as he did
today. But just as his whole body was
jerking against the hands on his hips, Kakarot pulled back and grinned.

“Hi
Geta!” he said. Huge grin on his face,
licked his lips and Vegeta wanted to grab the happy face and forcibly make him
finish what he started. But the big
baka bounced on the bed and purred but didn’t show any signs of wanting to
continue his morning activities. “What
are we having for breakfast, ‘Geta?”

Vegeta
constrained the murderous impulse. He
was not going to do anything rash. He
was not going to attempt to attack Goku, not after what happened to the green
alien. He was simply going to attempt
to reason with the oversized idiot.
“Kakarot,” he growled, “Why did you stop?”

Head
tilt, blink. Cute, innocent,
oblivious. “Because I’m hungry.”

Oh
yes. Kami had a horrible sense of
humor. Vegeta sat up, repressed the
pained groan that he felt, and forced himself to focus on what Kakarot wanted
instead of what he wanted to do to him.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes">
“I’ll bring you breakfast in a minute,” Vegeta said. Then he moved to the bathroom, and just as
he was there, the baka was behind him, one arm around his waist, the other
around his chest. Goku was breathing
into his hair, and the scent that had started peaking the night before was
slowly getting stronger.

“Where
are you going?” Goku asked.

“To
the bathroom.”

“Why?”

“Kakarot. Let me go.”
Vegeta tried to pull away, but the arms got tighter around him. Then Goku took one of his hands and wrapped
his fingers around Vegeta’s wrist, pushed his hand down to the Prince’s
erection. Thn>Then laced their hands
together and tightened their hands around Vegeta. The groan that rose from the very tips of his toes ripped out of
his throat without the prince’s permission.
Goku moved their hands, up and down, sliding on the saliva the baka had
left there. Vegeta could hear the idiot
grinning into his hair, and then, Goku lowered his head sud sucked on Vegeta’s
neck.

Great,
the Prince thought through the haze of pleasure, the male instincts are getting
stronger. Just great. Then all thoughts were forgotten when he
arched into the hard body behind him, felt satisfaction like molten lava in his
veins and Kakarot’s lips on his. When
the moment passed and Vegeta was panting for breath, the baka smiled again.

“I’m
hungry,” he announced again.

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Bulma
came into the kitchen that morning to find a half-dressed disheveled Prince of
all Saiyans angrily throwing dishes around as he made breakfast for his
pregnant mate who was sitting at the table, toying with the end of his tail as
if it were a cat toy. Bulma stared,
because right there, on the juncture of neck and shoulder, Vegeta had the
biggest, darkest hickey Bulma had ever seen.
His back was still streaked with thin, pink scars from where Goku had
clawed him, and until she got a good look at them and the hickey, Bulma had
never realized the full extent of what her best friend had been doing.

The
mental image of the two overly-muscular, overly-dominant, sexy Saiyans going at
it was enough to make her envious. But
the evidence, the scars on Vegeta’s back and the hickey, was enough to make her
downright horny. That, and there was
the most interesting smell in her kitchen.
Warm and spicy, and she sat down at the table next to Goku and looked at
him. an>Wan>Wondered why Chichi had ever been
displeased by him. Looking at him, she
couldn’t figure out why a woman would ever be displeased with him. And he almost seemed to realize what she was
thinking because he was licking his lips and staring right back at her.

Bad
Bulma! She yelled mentally. Bad! Bad!
You are not getting between the two of them… Although, that thought in itself was certainly an interesting
one. She considered it, staring at
Goku, wondering what his hands felt like, what it would be like to have pressed
all against her…

It
was the clang of metal against her table that finally tore Bulma’s eyes away
from Goku. Vegeta was standing there,
glaring at her. “Eat Kakarot,” he
said. Then he moved to her side,
grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back out of the room. Once they left the kitchen, he threw her
against the wall, and growled at her.
“Mine!” he snapped. Just like
that, everything he did not say was implied, and he turned his back to her and
returned to the kitchen.

She
watched his butt. God. Hadn’t Vegeta warned her about this? Did that really matter? The smell was growing stronger; spreading
all through her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, and her whole
body had never felt warmer or more aroused.
Returning to the kitchen was obviously not an option. She pushed herself off the wall, and went
back to her room.

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Unlike
most things that hapd tod to him, Goku recognized the feeling in his body when
he woke. Recognized the hunger that had
nothing to do with food, recognized the way Vegeta was looking at him and
Bulma. Wanted them. One of them, both of them. Whatever.
Guilt visited him as he realized he was considering cheating on Vegeta,
but then a certain bitterness to realize that the Prince thought he was
dominating Goku. Not likely, thank
you.yes"> He was giving this submission voluntarily and Vegeta was not to
forget it.

Vegeta
slipped his hand down, pushed into Kakarot’s pants and wrapped his fingers
around the erection. The purring
faltered for a moment, got deeper, more masculine, and then softened again as
the taller man whined.

“’Geta,”
he whispered. Then the kissing, bloody
kisses that were always the most decadent part of it because Vegeta would not have
allowed himself the pleasure if Goku had not made that ridiculous wish, and
yet, he couldn’t imagine his life without the taste of blood on his lips and
the feel of the larger body pressed against him, vibrating with a purr. He lowered his mouth, away from Kakarot’s,
tasted the salty skin, bit down over the scar that was already on his shoulder,
tasted the blmoremore, sucked on it and then moved farther down, pushing clothe
out of his way. Ran his teeth over the
little nubbins that were changing—not that Vegeta would be the one to mention
it to Kakarot—but the nipples were getting fuller, more feminine, preparing to
accommodate for the milk that Goku would be produce the final weeks before
pregnancy. They tasted like that milk,
sweet and full. Vegeta sucked on them,
felt Goku’s hips drive hard against him.
Yes, this was part of the lust-cycle.

Goku’s
hands shoved Vegeta back, away from him, down onto the floor. Hand pinned his shoulders to the floor and
Goku whimpered and purred and pressed into Vegeta’s hand. His tail wrapped around Vegeta’s wrist and
tugged.

With
an impatient snort Vegeta ripped the baka’s pants away from him and groaned
when the bigger Saiyan purred in happiness and sank down onto him. Kami, every time he slid into this body it
got hotter.

Vegeta
tried to move, but with Kakarot’s weight on his hips and his strong hands
pin his his shoulders down, there was little he could do besides continue to
put his hand to good use. Goku sat
there for a moment, his head thrown back, shivering everywhere, and then he
looked down at Vegeta and grinned.
Clearly impressed to have the Prince trapped under him. Hips started to move, just barely, one inch
up and back down, over and over again until Vegeta was the one squirming. Goku was still grinning, and then, he bent
and sucked on the blood spot again, just for a second, and moved his hands to
the floor on either side of Vegeta’s chest for leverage as he started to pound
himself down onto Vegeta.

The
kitchen door opened. “Hey…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY eyes!”
and who ever it was that had the unfortunate luck to walk in ran back
out.

an>Gan>Goku
stopped, sat up straight and looked out the door. “Yamcha?”

“Kakarot!”
Vegeta shouted.

“Hmm?” but the idiot didn’t move, didn’t look back
down, didn’t do anything, but stare over the kitchen table, out the door at the
unfortunate idiot that interrupted them.
Vegeta stopped moving his hand, and it was that that made Goku turn back
and look at him. “Why’d you stop,
Geta?”

“You
stopped first!”

That
grin again, and Goku was kissing him, humping him in little tight thrusts. “I’m sorry, Geta.” And just like that, they were back to it

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Why
aren’t you reviewing?

Gk: Theyafraafraid that if they do you’ll stop
trying to make them happy and you won’t post any more chapters.

Vegeta: Or
they are afraid of me: Prince of all Saiyans.

Gk: Or not.

Vegeta:
Don’t mock the great Vegeta!

Gk: *holds
up one hand that has a painted vegeta on it* Don’t mock the greeeeeeat
Vegeta! Hey! Vegeta. You can almost spell vegetable with your name!

Vegeta: *doing calming breathing* Only three more months. Only three more months.

Gk: *with hand puppet* Don’t mock the great
Vegetable! I am Vegetable, Prince of
all Asparagus!

Lady Lupin:

Not sure
if it’s oxymoron, but it definitely was a sugary-sweet tiny lime, wasn’t
it? Never, fear, your world will not
end! I will update!

Jay Goose:

I tried
to do a weekly update, and I find that I can’t stick with it. And since I generally sit and write two
chapters at a time, I figure, why not post them everyday. So its like brushing your teeth. Wake up,
post story, eat breakfast, etc. Plus,
this is by far my favorite fic (besides Hormone Therapy) its very fun to write.

Luna:

It was
just a liiiiitttllllleee Lime. More
lemon will happen. Pro>Promise.

Hectate 18:

I
watched Nip/Tuck all except the last episode!
I missed it and I was so angry.
*grrr*