Of Sex and Saiyans: Part one

Chapter Eighteen

(Since this is, supposedly, the last chapter, I’m going to try and make it the longest…it seems that this particular pairing is what everyone wanted…so I’ll try extra hard on it…*grin*)


Vegeta leaned tiredly against the kitchen sink, washing dusty grit off his hands. He brought his palm up to his face, sniffing, and made a disgusted sound, running his hands under the water again. He still smelt of the cleaner they had used on the floorboards two days ago! He was never going to get rid of the smell! Not that he should have got it on him in the first place. Since when do princes have to scrub floors like…like… He grinned. Like third-classes? He smirked to himself, remembering Goku’s outrage when he’d suggested that Goku and Mirai do all the restoring of the house while he lay back and watched.

Needless to say, he’d been roped into it pretty quickly when Mirai had turned up after a few days with a capsule house for himself, courtesy of Bulma. Apparently she didn’t want him to be ‘roughing it, like those two idiots’. So he’d disappeared off into the sunset with a smirk in his father’s direction, tossing him a broom before he went.

“Remember to get ALL the bugs out…” He’d grinned, using Vegeta’s own words against him, the ones he’d said when they’d first moved in. Vegeta shuddered. He hated bugs.

He frowned, scubbing at his fingers, hearing thumps coming from the direction of what they’d called the lounge. Goku was IT’ing all their things from CC while Bulma was out. He was sure she’d be enraged when she came home and found large amounts of furniture missing. But they had to furnish the house with something, and it was all their stuff anyway…well most of it. He smirked.

There was a pause, then another loud thump, followed by a tremendous crash and Goku’s nervous laughter.

“Uh…Vegeta?”

That was him now. Shouting like they were both deaf and not possessed with preternatural hearing. Vegeta rolled his eyes, pausing in his scouring.

“What is it, Bakarott?”

Goku ambled into the kitchen, that infuriating grin plastered on his face, rubbing the back of his head.

“You know that dresser from your bedroom? The one with the mirror?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes again. “Wait…don’t tell me…it doesn’t have a mirror anymore?”

Goku grinned apologetically and scuffed his foot against the bare floorboards.

“Anou …how did you know?”

Vegeta snorted and turned back to the sink.

Goku shifted nervously, waiting for the telling-off. Sometimes Vegeta could be worse for yelling at him than Chichi had been. How he got stuck with these overly vocal people, he’d never figured out. It’s not like he actually liked being yelled at, everything he did just seemed to infuriate his respective spouse.

‘Heh..spouse’ He grinned to himself. ‘I suppose that’s what Vegeta is now...except we haven’t actually done anything…’

Goku frowned at that, scowling slightly. Since they’d moved in together, Vegeta hadn’t made one advance on him at all, not even a coy glance in his general direction. It seemed that all his previous teasing was either because, at the time, he couldn’t have the other saiyan, or something he’d done just to pass the days.

Now that there were opportunities abound, he didn’t seem, even slightly, interested. He barely even acknowledged Goku was there, forgetting about him in the middle of conversations, turning his back and ignoring him. After the episode involving Mirai, Vegeta had just seemed to shut down and exclude both of them, only talking when directly spoken to and keeping to himself. Almost like he’d reverted back to his ‘old’ self, the one before Buu.

Goku made up his mind to remedy this somehow and nodded to himself while he waited for the prince to yell at him. When no incessant shouting was forthcoming, he glanced up to see the other saiyan still scrubbing at his hands furiously, muttering angrily under his breath. It appeared he’d been forgotten about. Again…

His gaze traveled down the others muscled back and his fingers twitched as he restrained against reaching out to touch him. He bit his lip gently as his eyes slid further down, landing heatedly on the prince’s rear end. He felt himself hardening and glanced down to see a rigid tent appearing in his pants. Goku shifted uncomfortably as Vegeta bent further over the sink to reach for extra soap, tightening the spandex over his ass more, if that was at all possible. Goku groaned under his breath. He’d kill himself the day Vegeta stopped wearing spandex…

He shook his head. No, he needed to get Vegeta happy again…like he was before. So…’stuff’ could happen. He grinned while his eyes darted around, trying to think of something they could do together…

“Hey Vegeta!”

Vegeta snarled and flicked an angry gaze in his direction.

“What?!”

Goku grinned and gestured back towards the lounge.

“Wanna help me shift some of the furniture?”

Vegeta looked unimpressed, staring at him flatly, one eyebrow raised.

“You can put it where you want it…” Goku trailed off expectantly. Experience had taught him that Vegeta would participate in something only if he thought he was in charge. Vegeta still stared at him, silent, till Goku became frustrated.

“Help me move the furniture.” Goku stated with his fight-face on, tone leaving no room for discussion.

Vegeta paused, seemingly fighting with himself. Eventually he ‘Hnn-ed’ in response, rinsing his hands quickly and brushing past Goku in the narrow doorway. Goku grinned, triumphant, and turned to follow him, inhaling a big lungful of Vegeta’s scent as he did so. He bit his lip, eyes closing briefly. Vegeta’s scent had changed slightly since they’d moved in together. While it had certainly been agreeable before, it had depths to it now that Goku could only term as appetizing. It made him want to just throw Vegeta down on the nearest surface and fuck him senseless, and the smell itself seemed to concur that this would be a very acceptable action. For some reason, it always seemed to get stronger when he told Vegeta to do something.

Goku smirked to himself and raised an eyebrow…maybe he should order him around more. He followed Vegeta to the lounge, where the older saiyan turned abruptly to face him. Vegeta’s mouth snapped shut as what he was about to say was bitten off at Goku’s amused expression.

“What are you smirking at!?” Vegeta growled, scowling when Goku didn’t answer, just grinned at him. He turned away, trying not to meet the other’s gaze for longer than he absolutely had to. Living in very close quarters with another full saiyan was having a dangerous effect on him. While they had been at Capsule Corp, the sheer vastness of the house and the fact there was a female saiyan scent had helped significantly, but now that there was just the two of them things had become…difficult.

On Vegeta-sei, breeding was strictly done by strength and couples suited to each other, by power level, were forced to live together in cramped houses. Even if the two in question hated each other, the constant contact eventually overrode their dislike, the mingled scents pushing them into something similar to heat.

Vegeta was experiencing such an effect now, Goku’s dominant scent constantly overrode his own. Whenever the younger saiyan told him to do something, Vegeta felt immediately compelled to, incredibly ashamed at the role he was being forced into. It didn’t help that his body betrayed him at every turn, releasing a submissive scent at Goku’s unknowing show of dominance. Even if he didn’t want to be the submissive one, his scent told Goku that he did. It also didn’t help that Goku’s dominant scent turned him on more than anything he could possible conceive of either…

He was actually very surprised that the larger saiyan hadn’t just jumped him by now. Most couples forced together had consummated their mate-ship within a few weeks, so far it had been over a month and a half and nothing had happened. It was probably because their scent-glands weren’t as productive without tails. Never could he remember being so happy to be missing the furry appendage. However, tail or no tail, his scent must be driving the other crazy. It also made the, normally amicable, saiyan uncharacteristically aggressive. He growled all the time now and snapped at Vegeta for the smallest things, probably without even realizing he was doing it.

He eyed Goku when the other bent to move a couch away from the doorway, turning his back. It wasn’t that he didn’t find the other attractive, Kami knows he’d had more wet dreams about the earth-raised saiyan in the last month than he’d had in his entire lifetime. It was just…well…he was a PRINCE! He frowned. He shouldn’t have to be uke! Even though his entire body was saying otherwise, his pride wouldn’t allow it. And wouldn’t it hurt!? Nothing would happen, he resolved.

Which is why, for the last month or so, nothing had. Because even though Vegeta didn’t want to be uke, he didn’t want to be seme either. The idea almost repulsed him. He knew it was only his body pushing him into the uke role that forced him to think like that, but still…

If something was to happen it would have to be on Goku’s part, and judging by the younger saiyan’s restraint so far, things would continue as they had. Vegeta scowled, lost in thought, unsure if that’s what he really wanted..

Goku frowned angrily. Vegeta was just standing there and not even helping! Stupid princes and their stupid work ethic! Kami damnit if he’d do all the work himself! He stomped over to Vegeta and grabbed him roughly by the wrist, breaking him from his thought.

“Vegeta! I told you to help!” Goku growled, scowling, fingers digging into his arm.

Vegeta looked shocked, then angry, then, for some reason, nervous. Goku blinked rapidly, dropped his arm and stopped frowning, a slightly glazed look coming into his eyes. He took a shaky, hesitant step towards Vegeta as the prince backed away apprehensively.

‘Coward…’ Vegeta cursed himself silently.

Goku shook his head, confused, the cast leaving his eyes as Vegeta backed away. He turned abruptly and walked back to the couch, sitting down, a perplexed look on his face. Vegeta froze, not willing to make a move in any direction till he was certain that Goku wasn’t going to jump him. The larger saiyan just sat there, not paying him any attention. Vegeta shifted slightly, the urge to move the furniture still strong. Suddenly Goku looked up and saw Vegeta staring at him, an angry frown appearing on his face.

“What?! I thought I told you to shift things!” Goku snarled.

Vegeta blushed hotly at the tone, his body betraying him once again, and turned away. He pushed weakly at the dresser, not in any effort to move it, just to placate Goku by doing something. With their respective scents the way they were, anything he did could push the other saiyan over the edge.

Goku snarled at him from across the room, anger clear on his face.

“I said, SHIFT IT!”

Vegeta groaned under his breath, feeling his body harden slightly at the other’s dominant tone. He cast a nervous glance at the scowling saiyan and bent to push the dresser to the other side of the room, against the wall. He cursed silently as his body released a whole lot of scent while he prayed that Goku had the self-control to restrain himself.

Goku almost lost it completely when Vegeta bent to press both hands against the wooden dresser. He was having enough trouble with control as it was and then the prince had to go and present his delectable ass in Goku’s direction. He hardened unbearably, biting his lip. Suddenly he rose to his feet, taking a hesitant step forward, hands twitching at his sides. It was too warm, he felt dizzy, the room suddenly seemed to tunnel down till it was focused purely on Vegeta as he bent against the dresser.

He stepped closer, bare feet padding silently across the floorboards. As he got closer that intoxicating scent suffused the air thickly, mixed with Vegeta’s arousal scent. Goku’s eyes almost rolled back in his head and he quickly stepped forward again, firmly pressing his throbbing hardness against Vegeta’s backside.

Vegeta froze, eyes going wide as he felt Goku’s hands clasp his hips, grinding his hard arousal against him. Vegeta’s knees buckled and he instinctively leaned forward over the dresser, unwittingly pressing back against Goku.

Goku groaned, losing his last shred of sanity, as Vegeta leaned forward, presenting himself. The younger saiyan growled loudly, lust over taking him. He quickly stepped back and grabbed Vegeta’s training pants in his fists, shredding them in seconds, before dropping to his knees on the floor behind him.

Vegeta bit his lip to keep from shrieking in shock and losing his dignity, as Goku violently ripped his pants clear off his body. Obviously the earth-raised sayian couldn’t take it anymore. He heard a muffled thump from behind him and hissed as the other’s teeth and tongue grazed across his tail spot. Any uncertainty he might have had flew out the window at the touch.

Vegeta moaned brokenly as Goku tongued around his scar, covering it with the blistering, wet heat of his mouth before trailing down over a tanned globe, sinking his teeth in none too gently. Vegeta gasped, bucking in reaction against the dresser, the cool wood providing a smooth friction for his growing erection. Goku ran his hands down over Vegeta’s hips before parting his legs roughly, and running his tongue wetly up the back of Vegeta’s thigh. The prince shuddered, panting, under Goku’s onslaught.

Wait, was this what he wanted? An unsure look crossed the saiyan prince’s face before his eyes went wide and rolled up in his head. He gasped, his body jerking suddenly as the hot tip of Goku’s tongue flicked over his intimate flesh. Pleasure and terrible anticipation jolted through him and he found himself pressing back into the touch, while the other saiyan’s hands continued to stroke up and down over his hips and sides.

Goku tongued around Vegeta’s entrance, blunt fingernails raking a path along his hips, making the other arch and shudder. He fought for some kind of restraint and found none whatsoever when Vegeta moaned wantonly and pushed back into his mouth’s caress.

He groaned and staggered quickly to his feet, panting, hearing Vegeta’s breathing echoing his own. He hurriedly snapped the sash around his waist, pants pooling around his knees. Goku grasped Vegeta’s hips harshly, barely noticing the prince’s cries of desire in his lust-haze He thrust forward, impaling Vegeta on his throbbing erection, mouth sagging open, chest heaving for breath. Vegeta winced at the sharp pain, panting but quickly overcoming it. He didn’t know what he’d been so worried about, he’d had far worse sparring.

“Ahhh…Gods…V-Vegeta…” Goku forced out breathlessly.

“Fuck me…Kakkarott…” Vegeta moaned, panting, beginning to grind his hips back against the hardness inside him, Goku’s head rubbing against his sweet spot.

Goku’s eyes rolled back in his head and he bared his teeth, hissing, as his erection throbbed painfully in response. He drew back and thrust again, both crying out harshly at the pleasure writhing through them. Vegeta moved his hips back against Goku’s again and the earth-raised saiyan lost it completely. He set a brutal pace, savagely ramming into the prince’s tight heat, crushing him against the dresser as Vegeta howled, bucking back against him.

Vegeta bent further over the dresser, fingers clawing gouges in the expensive wood as Goku pounded into him. Sweat dripped down them both and the room filled with hard, sharp, slapping sounds as Goku sped up, pressing a thumb down on Vegeta’s tail spot. The saiyan prince shouted something incoherently, wood splintering under his hands as he arched back, chest heaving for breath. His erection throbbed a painful counterpoint to the pleasure he was receiving, precum weeping from the tip making the wood in front of him slick.

Goku struggled for breath, desperately pistoning his hips into Vegeta’s unbearably tight body. He bared his teeth, growling, and reached a hand forward to fist in Vegeta’s hair, pulling the prince up towards him. Tanned shoulder blades met Goku’s chest as Vegeta leaned into him, back arched, his head rolling bonelessly across Goku’s shoulder.

Goku felt himself getting closer and, letting go of Vegeta\'s hair, quickly slid a hand around the other\'s body, grasping his leaking erection. Vegeta half sobbed as he began to move his hand in short, firm strokes, running his thumb briefly over the tip and smearing the precum gathering there. Vegeta bucked and moaned lustily, writhing against the earth-raised saiyan as Goku’s touch drove him mad with lust.

Goku caught Vegeta’s earlobe in his teeth, moaning in his ear and whispering the dirtiest things he could think of to drive the prince over the edge.

“Oh Gods Vegeta…you feel so good around me…you’re so fucking tight and hot…You like me fucking you with my hard cock?” He panted, huskily.

Vegeta cried out and groaned something unintelligible. An instant later, Goku felt Vegeta convulse, his hand becoming suddenly slick as white, creamy streams spattered against the side of the dresser. Vegeta suddenly became a few sizes too small and Goku panted harshly, thrusting into that unendurably tense passage. Low feral growls sounded from his throat as he erupted, filling Vegeta with his seed, while his mouth, instinctively, came down on the saiyan prince’s shoulder and he sank his teeth in. The sharp, copper tang of blood ran across his tongue as he sucked at the wound, drawing a low moan from Vegeta.

Goku knees buckled and they sank to the floor, Vegeta still in his lap, his forehead resting against the dresser. Goku sighed tiredly and leaned forward, trailing blood-flecked kisses across Vegeta’s shoulders as the older saiyan tried to regain his breath.

Vegeta opened his eyes, still leaning against the dresser, and watched a thin trail of his own seed slowly trickle down the wood next to his face. He heard Goku chuckle behind him and lifted his forehead off the surface, turning slightly in his lap to face him.

“What’s so funny, Kakkarott?” He asked acerbically, anger rising at the thought that he might be being laughed at.

Goku face was a picture of innocence.

“What? What do you mean? I wasn’t laughing!” Goku sounded genuine. Vegeta frowned darkly.

“I heard you laughing!”

Now it was Goku’s turn to frown. He hadn’t been laughing at Vegeta, well, not out loud anyway. He’d had a small chuckle in his head at the thought of someone suddenly walking in on them, but Vegeta couldn’t have possible heard that, could he? It was in Goku’s head!

“I swear I wasn’t laughing at you, Vegeta”

“Hn.”

Vegeta turned back and shakily raised himself to his feet, using the dresser to pull himself up. He could have sworn he’d heard Kakkarott laugh. He turned back to look at the baka in question when he felt a sharp, aching pain at the base of his neck. He reflexively put a hand up to the area and, when it came away bloody, his mouth dropped open in shock. He spun to face Goku, trepidation clear on his face.

“You…you…bit me!”

Goku’s eyes darted to the side as a guilty look crossed his face and the trademark hand went behind his head.

“Uh…yeah…mmm…don’t know why…” He grinned, shrugging indifferently.

Vegeta’s mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Goku could tell he was getting angry because the colour in his face was steadily rising and that vein in his forehead looked like it was about to pop. The earth-raised saiyan laughed nervously.

“You…YOU…!” Vegeta struggled to find sufficient words for his anger and fury. “Bakayaro! Ahou! Idiot! Imbecile! Kisama! Third-class moron!…” He ran out of insults, unable to think of more in his incredible rage.

“Have you ANY idea what you’ve done?!


~Owari~

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Wow! It’s over! And NOTHING is resolved! Lmao! Well I was only writing it for the lemons, not the plot…and I’ve left a little cliffhanger there for ya as well *a smirk so evil it rivals Vegeta’s* No-one EVER finishes a story with a cliffhanger! lmao!

However, all is NOT lost…IF people so desire, I may do some sort of sequel-type - epilogue thinga-ma-jiggy.

Question: (please answer…) Would you rather I did an epilogue for this (and it would take about two weeks)…or you wait for a while longer and I do some sort of sequel? I’d prolly only do maybe 5 lemons if it was a sequel and it would take a lot longer than just an epilogue, which would only be an additional chapter to this… (does that even make sense? *confused*) I do kinda already have a nice, long, juicy storyline if people choose the sequel but I don’t know how long it will take me to write it…Although on the other hand I could squash most of the elements into an epilogue…but it may seem rushed or something…I don’t know *waves hands* Anyway…

Please tell me what you’d like me to do……*grin* Suggestions are welcome: hellagoddess@hotmail.com or leave it in a review…

Thanks again for reading…*hugs everyone* Extra special thanks goes out to Jenn! You’re awesome and thanks for bein’ my very first reviewer and reviewin’ through the whole she-bang…*Super hugs* Oooh and leaf too! For bein’ awesome as well n helpfully pointin’ out mistakes! Lmao! *Super-duper hugs* oh…heck…and everyone else too! Come on! *group hug*

If you’ve read this WHOLE story without even reviewing ONCE please do so now…Just so I can have reviews that give me a complete overview of the fiction…I’d like to know how I did! *grin*

Note
‘Bakarott’ nickname used courtesy of leaf/hibaakaiko. I just loved it too much… *grin* It’s the best name for Goku ever! Please please read hibaakaiko’s fic called ‘Past to Future’! It’s awesome and fantastic n stuff! *grin* ooh and ‘Vegeta’s concubine’ as well! (she writes such awesome Veg/Rad fics! *sigh*)

mystic banana:Well there it was…hope it lived up to expectations!

leaf:Isn’t that bizzare?! I also noticed slight similarities between your last g/v lemon on PTF and this one… Well…hn…great minds think alike! Lmao…You’ll have to send me a scan or somethin’ of the comic when your done…lol And yes, thank Kami for Radditsu’s hair! I’ve come across that ‘muscle-drawing’ problem before…It’s a pity that I can’t go to yaoicon…I have no money and live in New Zealand so it’s something like $2000 just to get OVER there! *pout* Would have loved to have seen your artwork and your new comic…*even bigger pout* I’m all sad now…*cries* ah well…*grin* Hope you enjoyed the chapter…

Macha: *bows so low my hair brushes the floor* Oh thank you thank you! *grovels and kisses your feet* You don’t know how happy it makes me that you’ve read my story and like it…I always see that you review other stories and always wondered what you’d think of mine…I absolutely LUUURVE your fics and think you’re blessed with talent…Thank you again for reviewing…It made my week! *huggles your ankles* Hope you liked the new chapter!

bluebird: Thanks for your review…hope you liked the G/V action…*smirk*

cass cass LMAO! Hope you didn’t get angry…well technically you shouldn’t have but…ya never know! Thanks for your review…*grin*

Thanks also for all the anon reviews…even if the were anon…