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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. H.I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.
~~~~~**
The
thought occurred Vegeta as he woke up that next morning, that he probably
should have asked the annoying twins how long he was pregnant with them. As royal Prince he wasn’t exactly exposed to
a lot of pregnant female Saiyans. He
was mostly forced to study, spar, obey his father. Get lectured by his father about the meaning of pride and the
pride of the Saiyan race. But his
Father never really stopped to say: Son, women are pregnant for nine months,
and this will be vitally important to you in the future. Because, after all, his father wasn’t
exactly a man of distance thinking.
That
didn’t solve the problem before him. He
was pregnant, he was mated, he was going to have to deliver two annoying babies
LIKE A WOMAN and (this he thought with a happy sort of dread) it was very
possible that he would be fucked to death by his mate before he reached old
age. There had to be something he could
do to make Kakarot realize that while sex was great, they did not need to do it
every two hours forEVER. Vegeta absolutely
would not stand for it. (Well, if this
kept up, he wouldn’t be standing at all.)
And then a very eeeevil idea occurred to Vegeta. An ingeniously evil idea. To prove to the overgrown one that it was
not necessary to fuck every two hours.
And it didn’t even involve murder.
~~**
Goku
woke up. Noticed a few things right off
the bat. One: he was hard. (highly not unusual.) Two: his mate was not at his side, smelling
lovely and ready for the ritual morning sex.
Three: His legs were pushed up towards
his chest and that missing mate (refer back to Two) was currently between his
legs.
“’Geta?”
he asked, “What are you doing?”
“Preparing
you.”
Preparing
him for what exactly? Because while
Goku appreciated a good stretch as much as anyone, he didn’t really see the
sense of doing it first thing in the morning when they could be having
sex. And then, he noticed thing number
four: Something was inside of him. Something that was no a part of his
body. Something that seemed
suspiciously like FINGERS!
“GETA?”
he asked, parting his legs so he could see Vegeta better, trying to curl up and
see exactly what was happening in the nether regions he was left unaware of.
“Today,”
Vegeta said with a very evil grin, “I am going to fuck you.” And with that, he twisted his fingers inside
of Goku, and while that definitely felt very odd, there was a spike of sheer
pleasure in it to.
Goku
realized that this was a role-reversal.
Realized that if wanted Vegeta to desist and get himself under Goku like
he belonged that Vegeta would have no option but to do as he was told,
really. But Goku was a curious sort of
person, and thought that he could at least give this role-reversal thing a
shot. Let Vegeta try and do whatever it
was he thought he was going to…
And
what was he doing anyway?! Because the
fingers were gone, and Goku watched the Prince stroking his erection with
something slippery. What exactly was
his mate getting at anyway?
~~~**
Genius! Vegeta was a brilliant man. He used the lube to make himself nice and
slippery, felt Kakarot staring at him; looked at the baka out of the corner of
his eye, saw that the man’s eyes were as wide as could possibly be before
falling out of his head. Ignored this,
and positioned himself—not nearly with the magnetic ease that Kakarot seemed to
have—and then pushed in. Felt the whole
body tightened all around him, every single muscle—including those currently
wrapped around his erection. Wondered
how Kakarot had managed to train those muscles as well as he had the outward
ones.
“VEGETA!”
was the scream.
Then
there came the hands that grabbed his waist, squeezed in hard, holding him
still as the larger man panted and fought with himself, squirming in a very
nice way. Vegeta just smirked. Turnabout was fair play and all that human
bullshit. A fuck for a fuck, was
Vegeta’s reckoning and he had many, many, many to give back to his mate. He leaned forward, pressed his hands flat to
the large chest, felt his palms slip on the sweat, and pulled out. Bit his lip, panted, and pushed back
in. Felt the body clench around him
again, watched the head roll back, Kakarot bared his shoulder, and moaned.
Who’s
the whore now?! But Vegeta didn’t
say those words, because he understood what they meant, and that would be hurtful. But he did give another word back to his
mate, with every push into that burning body, just like it was whispered to
him. But he didn’t care about
discretion now as he yelled it for everyone to know: “MINE. MINE!
Mine!”
Kakarot
moved his hands away from Vegeta’s waist, wrapped his fists around his own
knees and pulled his legs out of the way, groaned and growled and threw his
head back and forth. Amazing how much
abandon the Baka had. How very
instinctive his every response was.
And
the violence with which he pushed back against Vegeta, the primal lust which
rolled out of his chest as he begged for it, not with words but with his every
whimper and whine and Vegeta thought that if this was what he looked like under
Kakarot, there was no wonder that he was getting fucked into the mattress so
often.
Perfection
was an understatement.
He
thrust harder, reminded himself to breath as he felt his very essence of
life being milked out of him from the
clenching of the body around him.
~~~**
Well,
that answered that question, didn’t it?
Goku wasn’t so sure about it when he felt the erection in him at
first. It hurt—in a distant way, and he
realized if he was a human he would be in a lot more pain—and then it
didn’t. Vegeta moved, made the pain a
distant memory in the face of such an unusual pleasure. Different than thrusting into Vegeta, it was
being thrust into, feeling that movement inside of him, above him and against
his chest where the Prince’s searing palms kept rubbing.
He
pulled his own legs out of the way—wondered if there was a way to detach
them—and felt that if he could just roll up a bit more the Prince would be
thrusting straight through him and that would be even better.
As
it stood, this was the second best thing in his whole life. First, sex the other way, second, sex this
way, third food and fighting. In fact,
if he could just live on sex, he wouldn’t need anything else.
~~~**
Bulma
considered getting earplugs as she heard the screams start up again. Wondered why she would want them when there
was a free porn-sound show going on all the time. But it would be nice to make it through a day without having to
change one’s underclothes a BILLION FREAKING TIMES!
After
they screamed each other’s names, they stopped. Bulma thought it might be time to reinforce the floors in their
room, and give them a better bed. She
waited, just the five minutes it took for them to get up and pull on clothes,
go to the bathroom, clean up, and appear in her kitchen for food. Except, instead of Goku entering the kitchen
first, it was Vegeta. Smiling like a
chesire cat that just ate an entire aviary of birds and drank an ocean of
cream.
Her
jaw dropped. He walked past her,
wearing solely those pair of shorts.
She looked at the new bruises on his waist, at the way he strutted
around like an overly proud cock—which he was, but she was thinking of the male
chicken. Hell, if he had cigarettes he
probably be smoking a pack of them. And
it didn’t take her rocket-scientist type brain to figure out exactly what had
occurred. (but, her brain did supply
her with a whole catalogue of graphic images, and she needed to go change yet
again!
“Stop
staring, woman.” Vegeta drank his
water, leaned back against the counter, and just grinned.
Fish,
she was sure, looked more elegant than her.
Because just the image of him…
With Goku under him… And LORD,
the noises they made! She tried to
think for a moment, if she was still currently seeing Yamcha or if they were on
a break again. At that point she didn’t
care. She would have jumped Krillin if
he had walked in. She grabbed her purse
off the table, and left.
~~~**
Goku
conceded that Vegeta was probably right about the sex thing. Because while he very much enjoyed the doing
of it, the after soreness wasn’t exactly the most pleasant thing. So he pouted. Took a shower. Pouted
more. Ate breakfast and endured the
ridiculous grin. Pouted more. Sparred.
Didn’t lose, but was so busy pouting that Vegeta got in more shots than
he should have. Pouted as they flew
back home, as Bulma returned, stig, ag, and sat at the table, hissing out
through her teeth, but grinning just like Vegeta.
And
it was just about there, that Goku remembered:
“Hey, ‘Geta. I don’t have to
push the babies out!” And then he
laughed. Because even if he was sore
now, that didn’t matter. Vegeta could
screw him until hell froze over and he would never, ever, ever get
pregnant. But Vegeta was. And Vegeta had to give birth to those
babies. Which meant that he had to do
that nasty labor thing that Chichi had done and then he had actually push the
babies out of him. He laughed until he
fell out of his chair, stood up, GRINNED right BACK at Vegeta. Felt proud of himself that he had once again
turned the tables to his favor.
And
Krillin knocked and came in, looking a bit unnerved at his best friend was
giggling like a ma. There could have been more sex, ya know!
Vegeta: I’m sure the author needs a little time for her hentai mind to
rest.
Gk: WHY?! I don’t need time!
Vegeta: *sigh * Not all of us are
hyperactive.
Gk: Well you ought to be!
There would be more sex that way!
Vegeta: Oi.
Jaygoose:
I liked the Twins so much I gave them their own
little fic.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Why would Vegeta get whiny just because he was
pregnant? *seems to be confused * I love it when people tell me specifically
what they liked about my stories.
Normally I nag folk until they tell me.
Getarian:
I was really hoping I didn’t confuse people with the
twins. I reread the chapter again and
again and was like “Alright, I hope I did this without confusing folks” Which is why Vegeta (Lil’Geta) gets a POV
thing at the beginning of the next chapter.
I haven’t watched very much of GT, but I saw enough
of it to dislike it mostly. So I had to
comment on it, naturally. Actually when
I said that ‘Too bad they didn’t work this well on the battlefield’ I was
meaning both things. “Big Bang” attack
indeed. *still chuckling about that
one. *
Still working on the Twin’s
story. Should be able to post it before
Noon (my time.) I planned to work on it
yesterday and the meanie took my computer.
(said meanie is busy today and I’m not!
Yeah!)
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