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Chapter 16

He smirked all the time now. Constantly. For two days he smirked without giving the muscles in his face a break. Smirked while he was sleeping too. Just because the big baka had fallen trap to his own words and he hadn’t said anything about it since two days ago. Like he could be stubborn now that he was fully dressed all the time and stinking like someone who was unfulfilled. Someone frustrated.

Bulma stank like that. For two weeks. Two weeks while he had been training for the stupid Android thing (no, Vegeta, honestly…you were training to defeat Kakarot and you know it.) Two weeks of that smell and he had pinned her to the countertop one morning before breakfast and created his son. (Of course they never told Trunks that because the poor kid probably would have died considering how many times he ate breakfast standing at that counter.) Bulma was so vastly different than the baka. The more he thought about it the stranger his thoughts got, the stupider his comparisons grew until he could have told you any difference from choice in socks to the way they brushed their teeth to the noises that Kakarot made while he was sleeping.

Interesting dreams the Baka had to be having.

Bulma came after him after that. Trapped him in his shower in the morning, tackled him to the ground on his way to the training room, hid in the gr and dismantled it so he couldn’t use it for the intended purpose. She was incredibly clever, and it had been a nice distraction from what his real worry was. (Defeating Kakarot. My how things change.) But eventually she had left him be, gone back to moping about whatever she had to mope about and he trained. The kid was born before he really knew that she was pregnant, and the first time he held his son Trunks puked on him. Bulma had laughed until her face was pink and glowing, tried to help him clean himself off, and he almost dropped the child.

But Trunks tail grew back the instant he realized he was in trouble and the little boy dangled there from his arm and wailed. Bulma took his son from him and that was the last he saw of him for three months. Until she was sure he could handle holding the boy without dropping him. (Perhaps she gave up the kid because he threatened to kill her parents. Either way, he got to hold his son again. Bright blue-eyed little boy who was crawling all over him and muttering nothings while he blew bubbles and sucked on his father’s skin.) (How he managed to do both was a modern mystery.)

The smell. That’s what he was thinking about. Because the baka was looking at him, they should have been fighting by neither of them were moving. He stood and relaxed, crossed his arms over his chest and smirked all the broader. Flashed his teeth at the poor frustrated idiot and Kakarot stood up straight, narrowed his eyes at him and looked as if he was more than willing to beat Vegeta to get what he wanted but he couldn’t because his own stupid rule said they couldn’t fuck until Vegeta had regained his former strength. (Which he had, so what in the hell was Kakarot holding out for?)

“Your…” Kakarot stopped. “I…” Then he breathed out and raised two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.

Vegeta shrugged to the nothingness all around him now and left the endlessness of the training section of the time chamber and back into the kitchen. Found more food there and sat down to eat it. He wasn’t hungry but he was still a few pounds shy of his former weight. (Kakarot was also very adamant that this be put back to the previous state.)

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“I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT BASTARD!” Goku yelled, appeared in front of Piccolo who looked at him with wide open eyes and made something like a growling noise that Goku had long ago accepted as Piccolo’s noise. (He grunted a lot when he was shocked or something and it was really bizarre.) “Who does he think he is?”

“Uh…?”

“Did I miss the crowning or something?”

“Wha…?”

“It’s not like Vegeta is the only person in the universe that ever got laid, you know, Piccolo! I got laid a lot too. I mean…I was dead for a long time so I didn’t get laid at all during that time because…you know…I was training with King Kai and I wouldn’t sleep with him even if he could do it, but before that I was married! Chichi’s a sex fiend.”

“Goku I…”

“All the time. She was always horny. Oh, Goku, here’s some food. Eat up, eat up. So I’d eat and then she’d attack me! It’s like she only fed me so I would more energetic.”

“Really, Goku, I…”

“Then, there was this one time, before Gohan was born when we did nothing at all but have sex all day long. For two weeks, Piccolo! Two weeks.”

“Oh…Gros…”

“And when she got pregnant with Goten…well, let me tell you…”

“Please don’t…”

“I never knew that you could…”

“GOKU!” Piccolo screamed (one of those non-manly screams again) he put up both his hands and looked utterly terrified. Sort of like he did when he first found out about the Supreme Kai. Only he was looking a wee bit pale for such a green guy. “Stop. Why me?”

Why him? Why him what? Goku scratched the back of his head and looked at Piccolo. “What do you mean, Piccolo?”

“Why are you telling me about your sex life? Don’t you have…someone…else?”

That was a stupid question. Who else would even give a damn about what Vegeta was doing with his stupid smirking and the way he just walked around stinking of his over-confident male sex smell until it made Goku start to get twitchy and his dreams every n wer were plagued with endless images of what they could be doing instead of fighting. Which was stupid because one of his best friends ever was in the hospital. He should care more about Krillin, really. Or Chichi. Or his sons. But no. He was worried because Vegeta was being an ass about things. “I’m sorry, Piccolo.” Smacked him on the shoulder. “I should go back.”

“Goku,” Piccolo said (in his grave “I used to be the Guardian of earth you should listen to me I know everything” type voice) “Be careful with Vegeta.”

He flashed his clueless ‘aw trust me’ smile before he raised two fingers to his forehead and anything else Piccolo might have said was lost as he moved from there to where Chichi was. She was hanging clothes out to dry in the whipping wind and muttering things to herself (never good) about how things were wrong with her life. When he appeared, she gave him a truly bitchy glare and proceeded to ignore his presence.

Ah. He remembered when things like this used to lead to sex. “Want help?” he said because she was going to refuse to allow him to help.

A strange smile showed on her face and then she burst out into tears. Lunged forward through the waving shirts and threw her arms around his chest, cried against him for a long time, then pulled back and shook her head at herself, wiped her eyes free of eyes. “Sorry.”

“What’s wrong?”

A shrug. She shrugged at him. Chichi never shrugged. She bitched a lot, a lot of the time but she never just shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong, Goku. Its just married life. Sometimes it gets hard.” A sigh then and she flashed him a smile again. “So, why are you here?”

“Vegeta’s being a prick.”

She blinked at him with that question that everyone blinked at him with when he said something like that. That ‘so? What’s new?’ blink. As if Vegeta was a prick all the time. He was difficult, but he wasn’t mean all the time to everyone. Sheesh, it was like the man couldn’t want to keep his emotions his own private business without everyone thinking he was an asshole for it. Vegeta was the sort of person you had to look at with a certain amount of sarcasm to really get.

“Oh, Goku. You’re just as difficult as he is. Go back to him if you have a problem with him and settle it.” A crisp snap of a T-shirt and she went on with her day, muttering all sorts of nasty things about Mr. Square-boring-man her husband.

He took her directive to heart and found himself back he the time chamber looking at a no longer so amused but now rather angry looking Vegeta who looked at him, his now wet (did Chichi have to cry such large tears?) shirt and sniffed. Vegeta sniffed him, the smell all around him. Then he moved forward (proving rather effectively that his training was going well and he was regaining his former glory as a fighter) and punched him hard enough to snap his head to the left and knock him to his back. Vegeta followed him down, one hand on his throat and the other balled up and ready to strike. Knees on either side of his chest and Goku put his hands up to try and stave off the sudden attack.

“What the hell Vegeta?”

Glare. Pure anger in that glare.

Okay. So what could he possibly have done that Vegeta would glare at him like that, or rather what could it look like he did that would make Vegeta glare at him like that? He sniffed the air between them and tried to separate the smell of Vegeta’s anger and his own smell. Chichi, Piccolo, a lot of tears… which smelled a lot, like sweat… Hm…

Oh.

“Vegeta,” he said, wrapped his hands around Vegeta’s hips and held him there. “I didn’t sleep with anyone.” Not that it mattered if he did because he hadn’t exactly promised himself to Vegeta or anything. “Chichi cried, that’s what it is. And uh…Piccolo told me to leave him alone.”

“Why?”

“Because I was complaining about my sex life.”

A crack of a smirk on his face, the hand dropped out of the air and the one on his throat moved down to press against his chest. “Baka.”

Goku pushed Vegeta’s hips down to his and sat up. “I’m not the only one apparently.” Rubbed his throat and then looked at the still smirking face in front of him and the lingering anger that had nothing to do with him. He watched Vegeta looking at him and wondered if the man would ever trust anyone again. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow (he always wondered how people could do that) then shifted on his lap and flashed his toothy grin. “Kakarot,” he said, “They don’t make words for what I am going to do to you.”

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Vegeta: *is chasing after Card* *still*

Goku: *puts on cheesy porn music*

Vegeta: You know, I could be preparing to murder you.

Goku: *doesn’t look convinced*

Trunks: I remember fondly those days when I got laid.

Goten: That’s because we used to be gay.

Trunks: *sigh*

Hep-lo! Enjoying the story? Hope so. Apologize for not posting this sooner. Busy. Feel dead. Feel need to scream...stress. *runs away screaming*