More of Us
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More Of Us
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
Chi-Chi bashing. AU, I guess.
*isn’t all fan fiction AU?*
Oh, and I don’t own them.
~~~~~*
Morning
broke, and Goku landed in back of the Capsule Corp building to find Bulma
sitting on the bench, mouth bruised, grimace of pain on her face as she tried
to sit on a cushion without hurting herself.
“Bulma,”
he said, stepping toward her. He saw
her eyes, and then he dropped to his knees in front of her.
way—that this would happen. Because he
had known Trunks was Vegeta and Bulma’s son, and he hadn’t even thought to warn
her.
“It’s
okay, Goku. He didn’t make me do
anything.” She took a sip of
coffee. “How’s Chichi.”
“How’d
you…” Then it dawned on him that Vegeta probably found him last night.
be able to find him. The ki signatures
of their children were atoned to both parents.
“She’s fine I guess.” Then he
looked at Bulma again, and with a great sigh he told her the truth: “You’re
pregnant. Remember Trunks?
“Go
find him,” she said, “Figure out what’s wrong.
Fix it.”
Goku
nodded. That’s what he did; fix things
that were broken or wrong. He kissed
Bulma and picked her up, cradled her in his arms. “I’m going to take you to Dende and let him heal you,” he said,
“Then Ifindfind Vegeta.”
~~~*
Vegeta
was once again in the damn clearing, with the damn little spring, and lying
there in the underbrush was that damn piece of damn orange clothe that had started
this whole damn thing. He paced back
and forth, felt filthy for turning on his mate. Tried to scrub away the feeling in the brook, failed, and paced
until his legs hurt, until he realized he was grinding his teeth.
the man had him, because he specifically told Kakarot to go find someone
else. So he had.
that he was filth for submitting, called him an idiot.
explode in power the likes of which no one had ever seen before.
Then
Goku was there, just like that, standing at his side like an orange tree.
him, and found that he was too tired not to give in. Too tired to keep resisting, to keep hating everything that Goku
was or wanted. Too damn tired to remember
his father’s angry words that cursed him as a coward, a fool and an idiot.
Goku’s arms, rest his head on Kakarot’s chest and listen to the heartbeat.
Goku’s
hand was in his hair. “Bulma’s
pregnant,” he said, “Trunks was your son.”
Vegeta
didn’t have the energy to object, to be angry or sad or regretful.
because he could smell that bitch harpy all over his mate.
couldn’t say them, couldn’t tell Kakarot he was sorry.
neck in front of him, nuzzled the warm skin there. That was enough, they were Saiyans, they understood each other,
what it meant. And Goku shook his head,
picked Vegeta up, wrapped the Prince around him like he was a child, and
cad thd them over to the stream.
Goku
set Vegeta on the bank and slid into the water, wrinkled his nose.
Vegeta
considered it. Felt that part of him
that everyone hated rise up, demand that it was filth because it was
wrong. But he was too tired to feel
that rage, pride and indignation. “I
don’t know,” he said. In that moment,
at least, he honestly didn’t know why it was filth, why he had said that
Kakarot, why he wanted so badly to defeat the man.
“I
wouldn’t have done it,” Goku said, “Not if you never wanted me to.”
Vegeta
only nodded, felt too tired to speak.
Kakarot stepped back out of the water, dried his clothes and his skin in
a flash of ki and picked the Prince up again, carried him back to the trees and
curled them up there, in the sunshine and the warmth, and wrapped his tail
around Vegeta’s waist. Then he started
to purr, and tightened his arms around the Prince.
~~~~~***
Whether
or not Vegeta considered Goku’s desire to be filth, he was well acquainted with
the grittier details. Being in Freiza’s
army—which was almost entirely male—tended to teach an individual things they
would never have learned otherwise.
Just look at the Ginyu force.
Vegeta
woke up in Kakarot’s arms, looked at the little smile on his sleeping face,
listened to the deep purr in his chest, and realized that despite himself,
Vegeta cared about him. Cared more for
Kakarot than he had ever cared for anything.
Not because he hated him or he was jealous of him, but because Kakarot
was something he could never have been, and every moment he spent with the man
was a reminder that the Saiyans did not die.
Would not die. Not as long as
Kakarot was there. Because Goku would
not die, would not give up, would never let the universe forget that Saiyans
lived.
Vegeta
slid away, snorted as he smelled the omnipresent haze of lust, and very quietly
flew away to find a few necessary requirements. Vegeta very rarely carried money. People very rarely stopped him when he flew into their store and
took whatever he wanted. Clerks just
were not paid enough to stand in the way of an angry looking flying man.
single person really seeing what he had gone in there to get.
without even berating himself on what he was doing. It wasn’t until he looked at the sleeping Saiyan that shame rose
in him again, and he felt his pride reminding him why he’d called this
filth. But he shoved that away as he
stripped out of his clothes. Decision
made, there was no alternative but proceeding with all his ability.
embarrassment, and remind himself that he was doing this because he cared for
his mate and wanted his mate to be happy, he broke the seal on the tube he’d
stolen and pressed a generous amount on his fingers.
He
was very glad that the baka continued to sleep as he reached down—also, he
spared a moment to thank Saiyan’s supernatural ability to bend in odd positions—and
pressed one finger into his body. A
tiny spear of pain, but mostly it was just damned odd that he was even doing
it. Then another finger, and he spread
them, hissed when he felt the unnatural stretch, ignored it, and pushed in
another finger. After sleeping with a
naked Kakarot for two and half months he was more than acquainted with the
man’s considerable physical attributes.
One more finger. It stopped
feeling so weird, actually felt a little nice.
Then he pulled his fingers out, and moved closer to Kakarot, started
purring and pulled the man’s legs out of the curl. Untied the pants, slipped them down. Smiled happily that even asleep his mate responded to him.
and Goku woke up when Vegeta wrapped his slippery hands around him.
he—for the very first time ever—sank down onto Kakarot’s erection.
The
realization burst inside of Vegeta, that his fingers were nothing in comparison
to this. But Goku’s hands were on his
hips, tight as vice grips, and there came a growl from him that made Vegeta
shiver. Once he was fully seated, he
panted, felt the pain and the pleasure, and then looked at Goku.
“Wow,”
was what the monstrously large Saiyan said.
Vegeta
blushed. He felt it, from his chest to
the tip of his forehead, he felt the blood rise, cursed himself and his stupid
skin, and then Goku sat up, changed the angle of his erection inside ofgetageta—which in turn made pleasure spike—and kissed him.
ran his hands everywhere on the Prince, pinched his nipples, stroked him and
petted him, but didn’t move inside him.
“Kakarot,”
Vegeta growled, “You’re not just supposed to sit there.”
Goku
laughed, pushed him down so his back was pressed to the dirt, and looked down
at him. “What do you want?” he
asked. He wrapped Vegeta’s legs around
his chest, pressed his hands into the ground on either side of the Prince’s
head.
Staring
straight into the black eyes above him, Vegeta said two words: “Fuck me.”
Goku
kissed him again and pulled out, bit down on his lip and pushed back in.
into the warm flesh of Goku’s back.
Took satisfaction to feel blood well under his fingers.
Vegeta.
spanspan>Goku
moved from his mouth to the juncture of neck and shoulder and sank his teeth
in. He sucked at Vegeta’s blood as he
pushed in and out of him. Felt the ki
around them spiking, smelled the most terrific smell as the two of them battled
in yet another way. Vegeta rubbed his
erection against Goku’s stomach.
Vegeta
bit back the curses that threatened to fall from his lips as he realized Goku
was moving yet faster, and that he was probably far closer to coming than he
was. In fact, just as Vegeta started to
really like it, just as it started to send sparks all through his body and make
his toes curl, the oversized Saiyan shuddered, pulled heetheeth out of Vegeta’s
skin and kissed him again, nuzzled his neck.
Pulled out of his body, pushed Vegeta’s legs back down, and without
moving away from his neck, sank down on Vegeta.
“Geta,”
he said into Vegeta’s neck, “More.”
Sorry
to end the chapter unusually short, but I figured, that pretty much sums up that
chapter. Besides you guys didn’t want
another lemon, did you?
Gk:
Hahahahahahahahaha! I got to be
on top!
Vegeta: Ow.
Gk: Yeah
me! Yeah me!
Vegeta:
Whatever.
LadyLupin:
I couldn’t
leave it like that. I feel your
pain. But I love Goten and Trunks, and
I love them together, so they had to be born from different mothers or it would
be incest. Sorry about making you
sick. I promise all that is over with
and its straight slash from here out.
Oh, and over a thousand hits! WOW! And Fifty
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