A Saiyan Way of Life

Title: A Saiyan Way of Life

Author: 2dragonkat

Summary: Sequel to my fic Alternate Reality. Life for the Saiyan family after Buu. Goku/Vegeta, Piccolo/Gohan, future Trunks/Goten.

Discalimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.

Rating: Mature for some chapters.

Overall Warnings: explicit yaoi, mpreg, angst, deviation from the DBZ plot but Uub will be present (just as a plot device), and bashing of various DBZ ladies.

AN: Well here it is people, the last full chapter of this little fic here. There is an epilogue coming and I'll also be posting an AN at the end to give you all a bit more detail about my writing plans for the near future. Health wise I'm doing okay, but every day is hard. I haven't touched a keyboard for days so all my stories are at a standstill. I feel like I'm back to the time of my surgery, which is no fun.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Warnings for this chapter: Just look at the title for this chapter...I think it explains what is going on in this chapter.


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Chapter 11 (Part II) – Labor Intensive

WC: 3,992

Vegeta gripped the furs beneath him in a death grip as he pushed his internal muscles to get the baby out. He felt Gohan’s gentle hands lying in wait and heard his boys’ encouraging words as the pain grew more intense with each second the cub came closer to the world. He yelled out, barely hearing what he was saying but a part of him felt very angry at his mate for some odd reason.

He threw his head back as he cried and sobbed, not in the least worrying about propriety as he spread his legs and screamed with all his might. And just as fast as it happened he felt the cub slip from his body with a squish and Vegeta collapsed onto the pillows in exhaustion, eyes closed.

For a few moments he was lost to the world, his body exhausted but then he heard a lovely sound, the sound of his baby crying. He cracked his eyes open to see but shut them tight at the bright light that assaulted him. Was the sun up already, he wondered. He chanced another look and slowly his eyes fluttered open and he caught the sight of his bloody cub cradled in a towel in Goten’s arms. His eyes opened wide as the image set in and he realized his baby was a Super Saiyan…a born Super Saiyan.

He smiled lazily, reaching one hand out to the cub. Goten smiled brightly at him and brought the wailing babe close to its Papa. Vegeta felt his eyes water with happiness as he pulled the cub close to his chest, purring as the wailing baby settled against him. And in this moment, Vegeta was truly happy.

And in the next moment he was utterly terrified.

His body seized up as another contraction flowed through him. He yelled in surprise, both Gohan and Goten jumping at the unexpected reaction. Gohan put his hand on his belly, eyes widening and he looked up in shock to his Papa. “There’s another,” he whispered.

Vegeta cried out in fear, shaking his head back and forth, confusing his boys at his reaction. They exchanged worried glances, wondering why this was not a happy moment.

“No, no, no. I can’t do it. Oh Kami NO,” Vegeta screamed over the sound of the baby’s cries.

He shook his head back and forth, tears leaking down his flushed face, arms slackly holding his crying baby. He muttered ‘no, no, no, I can’t,’ over and over, trying to ignore the contractions wracking his body in more pain. He felt Goten kneel next to him, making shushing sounds to calm him while Gohan knelt back in front of him. His eldest son looked steadily at him, placing his hands on Vegeta’s bent knees. “We have to get the baby out Pops. I need you to push again,” he said calmly.

“No. NO. I can’t,” he yelled.

“Why not,” Goten whispered in his ear.

Vegeta trembled, glassy eyes looking down at the bundle in his arms. “Saiyans don’t have twins,” he moaned.

Gohan and Goten both blinked in confusion, the eldest brother leaning forward to look into Vegeta’s face. “But Pops. Twins aren’t that uncommon. I’m sure lots of Saiyan couples have twins.”

“No they don’t. You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it Pops. We don’t have much time.”

“Saiyans…cubs take a lot of energy from their parent as they grow. Radditz said if a couple ever had more than one cub the other or others would be stillborn, because only one baby can get all the energy it needs from its parent to survive…the other dies because it can’t…there’s no more…it dies…I can’t…”

“Pops it’s gonna be okay.”

“No. I can’t give birth to a dead baby. I can’t.”

Gohan looked helplessly at Goten who just looked down at their hysterical Papa with sad eyes. Goten suddenly shifted and wrapped his arms around his parent and his new sibling. He kissed Vegeta’s temple, purring to try and sooth the distraught Sub. “It’s gonna be okay Papa. You’ll see. Come on. You have to get the other baby out or you might kill yourself and the other baby. Come on Papa, you can do it,” Goten whispered with conviction.

A few moments passed, filled only with the crackling of the still roaring fire in the cave and the whimpers of his first born child. Vegeta slowly nodded, tears streaming down his face. He handed his cub off to Goten before shifting so he was leaning on his hands and not his pillows. He took a shaky breath, closed his eyes and pushed. He yelled, feeling weak as he tried to get this next cub into the world. He sobbed as the pain continued, finally feeling the crowning of the head before it was all over and the baby slipped out of his abused body.

He collapsed body shaking in the aftermath of giving birth. He moaned, voice cracking as he felt the afterbirth come last out his body. He closed his eyes, trembling, desperately listening for another set of cries.

“Goten, hand me that will ya,” he heard Gohan say.

He heard a series of strange noises coming from where Gohan was, a strange sucking noise, and then he heard the most beautiful sound again. His second cub was crying.

He laughed around tears and a smile and opened his eyes, seeing another baby in Gohan’s arms. This child wasn’t Super Saiyan like its twin, but Vegeta loved the child no less. He finally felt all tension flow from his body and he sobbed now in relief.

The next few minutes were blurry. He heard his sons say something and he felt himself picked up. He glanced up and saw Gohan holding his shaky body. He was guided over to the small pond in the back of the cave and sat down. He smiled as he saw his two new children being tended to by Goten. Both cubs were getting their first bath by their sweetly attentive brother while he was being attended to by his eldest son.

Vegeta and the new additions to the family were cleaned thoroughly and Vegeta was given a sensu bean to heal the bloody wound at the base of his now smooth belly. He felt the incision sew itself up but he did not feel all of his strength return. Apparently the best cure for giving birth to two Saiyan cubs was plenty of rest. They were dressed in soft clothes and taken back to the bed, set atop clean pelts. Vegeta grabbed a couple soft, small furs and bunched them up, creating a little nest around his babies. That done he sat up and pulled both of his boys to him, hugging them both tight. Trying to touch them through their tiny bond to try and express his gratitude for their unbelievable help. Their arms tightened around him and Vegeta knew he had gotten his point across.

He smiled and looked down at the two bundles staring curiously up at him. His first baby had lost its Super Saiyan transformation and now he gazed at two beautiful babies with black hair and tails. He smiled at them, hovering over them and waving his own tail over their chubby faces.

The first born already had semi long hair and Vegeta suspected he would some day have hair like its uncle Radditz did. Long and lush, with long bangs framing that face that showed a similar resemblance to Vegeta’s bone structure but had his mate’s eyes. His second born had some combination of the prince’s and his mate’s hair. It was spiked, but in disarray with bangs and a sweet face that had more of Goku’s bone structure, but the prince’s eyes and lips. Vegeta had never seen two more beautiful cubs than the one’s squirming below his careful watch.

This was Vegeta’s happiest moment in his life…looking down on his new cubs.

His twin boys…Takeo and Keigo.


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After Vegeta and his cubs were curled up comfortably on the bed and the cave cleaned up, Gohan and Goten invited everyone who was waiting outside to come inside and greet the new family members. Vegeta lay on his side with his boys bundled up in the furs, his head propped up on one hand, the other hand and his tail softly stroking the cubby faces of his twins.

The Prince looked up as his friends filed into the cave. Krillin was first to the bed, gazing down with wide eyes at the two cubs, making ridiculous baby noises and faces at the two boys who gazed up at the monk with wide curious eyes. 18 stood behind her husband; hand on his shoulder, smirking down at Vegeta before her eyes drank up the boys. Marron and Master Roshi moved in after Krillin and his wife backed away. Marron cooed at the cubs, giggling as they gurgled back at her. Roshi stuck his face close and chuckled, sticking out his tongue.

Vegeta burst out laughing as his first born grabbed Roshi’s tongue in a firm grip and his smaller second born son spontaneously kicked out his little foot and nailed Roshi’s cheek, causing the old man to stumble back a few paces, rubbing his cheek and nursing his tongue. Vegeta’s laughs turned to chuckles as Roshi backed off; proud of his new sons that they showed they were not to be messed with.

Piccolo and Trunks came up next, the two of them smiling at the little babies, both feeling a longing in their hearts for their own and they both turned heated eyes on their mates, thinking about their own future. Vegeta smirked at those looks, glancing at Gohan and Goten who were both blushing to the tips of their ears at the attention. It seems their little family might be expanding even more some day.

Vegeta gazed around at the gathering of his friends and family but his happy expression fell as he realized there was one important member missing…who should be in bed with him right now.

“Where the hell is Kakarot,” he growled, glaring around, trying to find his missing mate.

He watched as everyone exchanged either wary or exasperated glances. Trunks stepped forward, smothering a smile with a fist. “Well…uh…Dad you see. Well he was super happy when he heard the first cry of a baby. Then you started freaking out a bit Pops…so he freaked out a lot. Then when we heard the cry of a second baby…well…let’s just say Saiyans can put out fires pretty easily…”

“What do you…” Vegeta trailed off, glaring at his son.

“The man passed out Vegeta,” Piccolo stated bluntly. “When he collapsed he landed on the fire we had out there and put the whole thing out on impact. I’m assuming he’ll be waking up soon.”

Vegeta slapped his forehead, groaning in annoyance, leveling his gaze with Trunks and Piccolo. “You two go get him. I don’t care what you have to do to wake him. Just do it and get that Baka in here,” he murmured, laying his body down and curling around his squirming sons.

He watched through lidded eyes as Piccolo and Trunks walked out of the cave. He closed his eyes and listened as they tried to wake his mate. First they called out to the man. Then when that didn’t work they slapped him a bit. Then when that didn’t work it sounded like they poured water or something on his mate. But unfortunately that didn’t work either.

“What do we do Piccolo,” Vegeta heard his son ask.

“Hmm. He’s being stubborn. But…I think I have an idea,” Piccolo said.

Vegeta heard some footsteps and then a hushed voice. “Goku? If you don’t get up right now, I’ll find the largest needle imaginable and stick you with it,” Piccolo growled evilly.

“NYAHHHH!!”

Vegeta smirked with contentment at the fearful scream of his mate, signifying that the man was now awake. His eyes cracked open as everyone around him chuckled and Goku cried out in embarrassment.

“Suck it up Goku. You’re missing spending time with your family,” Piccolo said, obviously from the tone of his voice he was crossing his arms and glaring at the gentle Saiyan.

“Huh…what are you talking about Piccolo…what fam…oh my gosh…Vegeta…VEGETA…”

The prince glanced up in exasperation as his mate, with burnt torn up clothes, hair in disarray and all around looking a mess, came barreling into the cave. Goku’s eyes wildly looked around before they settled on the three curled up together on the bed. Everything else disappeared for the man, his eyes turning soft at the scene, focusing solely on his exhausted mate and the two new additions to their family.

The rest of the group exchanged glances before they all started filing out of the cave. Vegeta acknowledged everyone’s departure but said nothing, just nodding at them all as they left Vegeta and Goku alone with their two new sons.

Goku finally moved, taking small hesitating steps to the fur covered bed, kneeling down when he got there. He climbed on before a hand in is face stopped him. He turned suddenly sad eyes on his mate, wondering why he wasn’t allowed closer. Vegeta in turn rolled his eyes at the expression, pointing towards the water flowing in the back of the cave and the several changes of clothes. “Kakarot, go clean yourself up before getting in this bed, you smell like smoke and cubs are very sensitive to stuff like that,” Vegeta said, the hand that was held up to stop Goku from approaching reached out to stroke his lover’s check, assuring him that the prince wanted him there.

Goku’s frown turned right side up and he grinned happily at Vegeta, climbing off the bed and quickly scrubbing his body down and changing into a soft pair of shorts and a loose tank top. He hurried back to the bed, this time getting a hand beckoning him instead of telling him to stop. He lay down behind his mate, spooning the smaller man and looking over his shoulder at the babies napping in the nest their Papa made for them.

Goku smiled at the boys, looking at each in turn, reaching out one free hand to gently touch them. He started with the larger boy, smiling as eyes fluttered open to gaze steadily at him. He stared back, feeling deep inside that this boy was going to be a strong warrior, someone brave and dependable. “Who is this,” he whispered, his index finger stroking gently back and forth over the soft cheek of the baby.

“This is Takeo. Our first born. He was a Super Saiyan when he first came out. It was beautiful. He’ll be a strong son for us,” Vegeta whispered, turning his head to smile at Goku, kissing the bottom of the man’s jaw as he spoke.

Goku smiled brightly at Vegeta, eyes wide with wonder, leaning down to see his son Takeo better. “He’s a Super Saiyan,” the man whispered in awe, staring at that cute little face with amazement.

Vegeta purred, nodding at his lover, also looking at his first born. His eyes strayed to the smaller cub next to Takeo, who seems to have just woken up and was squirming around for attention. Goku’s gaze must have been caught by the other child as well because his large hand shifted to start stroking the smaller baby’s hair.

“Who is this,” Goku asked quietly. “Why is he smaller than Takeo?”

“This is Keigo. Our second born son. Saiyans don’t have twins Kakarot. It’s literally unheard of. It takes a lot of energy for one child to make it through the pregnancy, so usually any other children are stillborn. But we were lucky. I suppose between you and me feeding them our energy it was enough to sustain them both. Obviously though Takeo seemed to get, or take more energy so Keigo was born smaller and weaker than his brother. He may never catch up but it doesn’t matter. Just having him survive shows that he has a different kind of strength to him.”

Goku smiled proudly at the words, chuckling as Keigo grabbed his hand and tried sucking on one of his fingers, gurgling happily. Well Goku knew who the sweet one was going to be. He nuzzled his mate, not missing the relief in the prince’s voice as he spoke about Keigo. They were both extremely lucky to have both boys here with them.

Minutes were spent with the four Saiyan’s exploring one another, the men touching the babies and the cubs touching the hand or tail in their reach. Eventually Keigo began getting fussy; face scrunching up before he let out a cry. Goku jumped at the sound, eyes fearful and confused as he looked at his unhappy son.

“What’s wrong Keigo,” he asked worriedly.

Vegeta suddenly sat up, forcing Goku to go with him. The prince leaned down and scooped the crying baby into his arms, purring quietly. “Don’t worry Kakarot. He’s just hungry,” Vegeta whispered without looking away from his baby.

“What do we feed him? Do I need to go to the house to get something?”

Vegeta turned sharply, looking at his mate with wide eyes, realizing that Goku really had no clue about how Saiyan Subs were equipped. “Kakarot I’m going to feed him. How about you hold Takeo while I do this, then I’ll trade you,” Vegeta said with a smile.

He laid his fussy Keigo onto his lap, quickly removing his shirt then scooping up the child again. Keigo seemed to understand, cries turning to whimpers as he smelled his Papa. Vegeta purred happily, smiling down at his child as he held him close, looking up after a moment to his mate. His smile faded as he spotted Goku who was rooted to his spot kneeling on the bed.

Goku was looking shakily at Takeo, hands fisted and resting on his thighs. His lips were pressed in a thin line and his eyebrows were drawn tight together, like he was thinking hard about something.

“What’s wrong Kakarot? Pick Takeo up,” Vegeta said quietly, not starting to feed his child until he knew his mate was alright.

Goku’s head whipped up at the sound of his voice and the man, almost frightfully looked between the prince and their first born son. His hands clenched into tighter fists and he licked his lips nervously before answering. “I’m not sure I should,” he whispered, looking at Takeo who was becoming fussy himself from being ignored.

Vegeta cocked his head to one side, eyes narrowing in confusion at Goku’s words. “Why in the world would you think that,” he asked slowly, eyes focused on his lover’s increasingly distraught face.

“Well…Chichi never really let me hold Gohan. She was scared I would hurt him. But I wanted to so I would sneak into his room at night and hold him…but one night…he started crying and I got so scared…and I dropped him. Chichi was so mad and wouldn’t let me near Gohan until he was older…so I don’t…I don’t want the same thing to happen again.”

Silence permeated the air and Goku clenched his eyes tightly shut after his confession.

“That fucking bitch…” Vegeta snarled.

Goku looked up sharply, tiny tears clinging to the corners of his eyes and warily watching his fuming mate.

Vegeta was so incredibly mad at the moment he had to put Keigo down so he wouldn’t hurt the child. He thought he couldn’t despise the woman any more than he already did for the way she had treated his family…but now…oh now she had sunk even lower and Vegeta was sure he could say he hated this woman even more than he hated Freeza, which was quite a feat. He shook the bad thoughts out of his mind though, knowing that getting upset now was not going to help anyone, especially Goku.

He took several deep breaths before gently picking Takeo up and scooting over to Goku. His mate watched him curiously, knuckling his eyes like a child. Vegeta leaned forward, easily offering their first born son to his father. Goku’s eyes widened at the gesture and he froze up. Finally though Goku seemed to push away his fear a bit and slowly reached out, letting Vegeta settle their son into the cradle of his arms. He was stiff and awkward.

But as moments passed and Takeo seemed to calm in his arms instead of crying his body relaxed and Goku adjusted his arms so Takeo was comfortably settled in his embrace. He smiled shakily at the baby and he got a happy gurgle in response. Smooth, silky hands touched his face and he looked up to Vegeta who knelt in front of him. His mate was smiling reassuringly at him, touching their foreheads together and showing Goku through their bond that there was nothing to fear. He could never hurt his children on purpose. Vegeta trusted him, more than anyone else with their newborn sons.

And after long moments of sweet reassurances Goku started to believe that he could do this. He could take care of a new born baby even though he never really had. He kissed Vegeta softly, trying to thank his amazing mate for everything.

Vegeta pulled away and returned to their younger son Keigo who was now crying loudly. Vegeta scooped up the cub, purring softly and dancing his tantalizing tail in front of the child’s face. Vegeta settled back into the pillows of the bed, pulling Keigo closer to his chest. Goku scooted closer himself, carefully settling himself down next to Vegeta, watching closely, wondering what was going to happen.

He watched wide eyed as Keigo, once he was calmed a bit, suddenly latched onto the nipple offered by his Papa. The cub whimpered and sucked hard, tiny muscles losing their tension as his little belly was filled with warm milk.

“Vegeta…you’re…Keigo is…” he trailed off, not quite believing what was happening. Vegeta was feeding the baby like a woman would. Or at least that’s what he thought because Chichi never let him see her feed Gohan.

Vegeta smirked, shifting so his body leaned up against his mate’s side, laying his head on the man’s shoulder. “Kakarot. I’m a Saiyan. While we look similar to humans there are many biological differences between us. Like how I can make milk for my cubs,” he whispered, watching with contentment as his youngest son fed hungrily.

Goku would have scratched his head if his hands weren’t already occupied, but instead just accepted the answer. Because he knew it was true. Saiyan’s were different than humans. Besides he was deciding that watching his mate feed their baby had to be one of the most intimate, erotic, and beautiful things he had ever watched. His eyes focused on the tiny tail wrapped around Vegeta’s wrist and the larger tail slowly stroking Keigo’s forehead and cheeks, on the tiny mouth eagerly sucking on his mate’s nipple, and on the content expression gracing his lover’s perfect visage.

The two men lay together in sweet satisfaction as both boys took their turns getting their first meal from their Papa. Then the two were burped before being settled back into their temporary cradle made from furs. Both boys curled together, falling asleep with their tiny tails wrapped around one another. Vegeta stretched his arms over his head and yawned himself. He startled as two arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a strong embrace against his mate.

No words were exchanged as the lover’s settled down under a fur together, curling around their cubs. Vegeta sighed in relief, finally feeling like he could relax. He fell into a deep restful sleep along with his two boys. All three being watched over by a vigilant Goku, who stayed awake, making sure nothing would befall his new family.


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Review, review, review please. (puppy dog eyes) I'd really appreciate it.

This is the final chapter so I'd like to know what you all think. I know some of you might think this is an unfair place to stop but this is what makes sense to me, because if I continued with the ideas I had for what could happen (which is now being turned into a sequel) this story would have never ended. I love this series, don't get me wrong, but I also want to stretch my legs a bit and explore new fandoms and take a stab at something original. But DBZ will always be my favorite. I'll probably always have stories to write for it.

I'll post the epiloge and AN together very soon. I promise.

TTFN my friends.