More of Us
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Notes:
Slash. M/M.
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To say that ChiChi was displeased would be a gross
understatement. Livid.
As close to being a Super Saiyan as one person could possible be.
accurately; but displeased was just too polite of a word for what she was
currently displaying. In fact, Goku
figured if she were a Saiyan woman she would be flickering yellow hair right
about now. But, somewhere between the
“Just where in the hell were you?” and the “Disrespectful Saiyan monkeys” he
had gotten bored. Very bored.
counting the seconds by the swish of his tail.
One two three, and one two three.
Five minutes so far. Boredom was
making him edgy. Fighting Freiza had
been more fun than this. Of course,
fight Freiza had been more fun than most things, so he wasn’t going to compare
his enraged little wife to somet he he actually liked doing.
real job” and just before “I don’t know why I put up with you” he just walked away.
ChiChi stopped silent, and stared after him, gaping
like a trout for a moment before she caught up and started in on “How dare he
think that he could just walk away like that, didn’t he realize that…” He
slammed the bathroom door in her face.
She screamed through the door.
slipped out of his gi. He felt
funny. The fall must have done something
to his insides, because everything felt like it was put back together the wrong
wayan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> In fact, there was this place just
below his stomach that hurt fiercely, like someone stuck a knife in him and
twisted it around. He rubbed it and let
the watewater soothe away the other numerous aggravations.
was loosely wrapped around his elbow.
In fact, now that the pain in his hips was lessened, he felt pretty
good. Vibrant even.
He wanted chocolate. Maybe ice cream. A purr
vibrated against his chest, and it took him a while to realize that he was the
one that was mg thg the noise. He had
never purred. Purring was a girly thing
to do. He was no woman, thank you very much.
a woman, he glanced downward, to reaffirm his masculinity and…
There it was. MALE.
annoyance.
Which reminded him, what was Vegeta doing
anyway? Goku was fairly certain that
Saiyans didn’t go around sticking their hands in each others pants.<
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style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It didn’t seem like a warrior-like thing to
do. So what was the little Prince doing
exactly? Goku knew—mainly from Yamcha
and Krillin—that sometimes earth men would compare or something.
Vegeta would ever do.
Why had the purring gotten louder?
behind him. A smell filled the
shower. A nice little smell, in fact,
that made him wonder if someone had come over to visit while he was in the
shower. ChiChi never smelled that nice,
but it was similar to how she smelt before they had Gohan.
the scent and sighed. The shower was
getting colder, and he couldn’t hide in here all day anyway.
off, and used a little ki to drying himself off. His clothes were ruined, so he left them in the bathroom.
while she had opened her mouth to start with a “Just you wait until you’re
hungry, and you have to feed yourself.” But stopped when she saw him naked and
changed it to a “What in the hell do you think you’re doing walking around like
that. No human would walk around like
that. Why did I marry you?”
Goku stopped, turned, looked down at his tiny
wife. “Why did you?” he asked.
She blinked again, scowled and said.
Goku thought about it for a moment.
Good luck.” He went into the
bedroom—that smell was still following him, and dammit, he was purring
again! The closet was open and he
pulled out a gi, slipped into it, and then reached to the top of the closet
where Chi-Chi kept the suitcases.
Retrieving them, he opened them and pulled her clothes out of the closet
and tossed them in. Then her drawers,
and when he had finished, he turned to look at her.
In the middle of “What in the hell are you doing
with my stuff?” he shoved the suitcases at her, and with a happy smile pointed
toward the front door.
“Good luck finding someone smarter.”
closed the door.
~~~*
The annoying woman was bothering him again.
the best house in the city. He
tolerated the yipping woman because she provided him with food and the gravity
room. He was not there to be her friend
or to listen to her. He didn’t care
about her problems with Yamcha. He
didn’t care about her parents. He
didn’t even remotely care that she was still alive other than the food was
always there for him to eat. Right now,
she was babbling off about some machine she was fixing with her father, and how
she had this suspicion that someone had used the DragonBalls, and that was
silly because who would use them and waste them like that?
Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans, was suffering this
gossip in silence. He was sitting very
still, trying to blend in with his surroundings, and found that while Saiyans
had many talents, being a chameleon was one one of them.
It'>It was just about that time when ChiChi, the harpy
bitch that Goku was chained to, showed up at CapsCorpCorp, arms full of
suitcases, face filled with rage and screeching little voice raised.
Vegeta. “If you had NEVER come then
this would not be a problem!”
Bulma took one of the suitcases and asked: “What
happened?”
“He kicked me out.
Goku kicked me out.
Of my own house!” There was a
short pause before the harpy continued: “First he comes home smelling like lord
knows what, and when I tried to talk to him, he just slammed the bathroom door
in my face. Then I tried to reason
with him again, he just kicked him out of my house.”
“He didn’t say anything?” Bulma asked.
“He wished me good luck in finding someone smarter.”
“And that damn purring! He
ke
kept purring.”
Vegeta smiled, inwardly, where nobody but himself
could see it, and thought of what it would sound like to hear Kakarot
purr. Velvety.
Probably deep. an>Man>Masculine, but
purring was mainly a feminine attribute that alerted their mates that the
season was upon them and they were ready and more than willing to make
children. Very soon Kakarot would start
to look for a mate.
“I will too,” ChiChi muttered, “I will find someone
smarter.”
Vegeta considered his part in Kakarot’s blunder;
considered whether or not he wanted to become the man’s mate.
select their consorts from the public, he couldn’t remember if actual heirs
came from those liaisons or if the children born were just for the furthering
of the race. He could, conceivably,
give Kakarot what he was looking for, make the man pregnant.
time. Sometimes they had more.
triplets, Saiyans could have four.
Hmm. It couldn’t hurt anything
to further the race a little. Perhaps
they would have a daughter, and then, she could find the strongest earth
warrior and even if the bloodline was diluted a bit, it would still be strong.
And Kakarot was too strong and too for for Vegeta to
inadvertently break. It would be
interesting to see if another Saiyan reacted to stimulus the same as Vegeta
did. What the differences were.
tell Kakarot what he had gotten himself into.
It wasn’t like Vegeta was offering to move in with him, or to raise the brats
once they were born. Kakarot had wanted
them, he would get them. Vegeta would
be the Prince again.
The choice made, Vegeta stood, ignored the yipping
of the harpy and set off to find Kakarot.
~~~~~~*
Goku stood at the window in his room and stared out
the window. Something felt wrong.
that place under his stomach was aching again.
He’d eaten everything he could find in the kitchen, found that there was
no chocolate, and after going to the store to buy some, and eating it, he
hadn’t felt any better. The purring
subsided a little bit, but once the last piece was gone, he was straight back
to the steady rumble. His tail was
docile, curled around his arm. After
ChiChi had stormed out, he was faced with the enormity of what he had done, and
while he couldn’t understand why he had kicked her out of her own house, he
didn’t really regret it at all. Gohan
had come home only long enough to give his father a strange expression, inquire
about his mother—no sorrow from the boy about his mother’s departure—and then
announce that he was going to camp with Piccolo so he could train more.
And even though he could figure out what or who for, he was waiting for
something. Someone.
Stupid Dragon. Promised him that
there would be more Saiyans, and what had happened? Nothing except Goku’s tail coming back. That wouldn’t do him much good.
delicious smell. Like musk,
almost. Intoxicating.
could feel it all the way through his chest. Then, Vegeta was there, in the doorway, vague expression of
annoyance on his face.
around his wrist, cleanly pulling itself completely away from his backside,
almost like dogs he had seen when they went into heat.
raised his hand up to pinch his nose.
“Kami, you smell,” he said lowly, almost to himself.
wish.”
said.
miserably. “I tried.”
your wish,” Vegeta said. He wasn’t
looking at Goku anymore, and the taller Saiyan had the child-like need for
Vegeta to be looking at him. So he
moved closer. Vegeta moved back, until
they had worked themselves into a corner.
invisible enemy, Vegeta lowered his hand away from his nose and heaved a great
sigh. “I think you are now able to have
children.”
are able to carry children and give birth.”
cocked his head to one side and purred deeply for a moment.
strained to touch Vegeta. The Prince,
very reluctantly, ran his fingers across the tail. Goku shuddered, so much that his knees felt week, and he almost
fell. But Vegeta was there, growling
deep in his throat suddenly. His hands
released the tail and wrapped in Goku’s gi.
“I’m a boy.”
said was swallowed when Goku dipped his head and nuzzled against the Prince’s
collarbone. The compulsion seemed odd
to Goku, but he wasn’t one to question Saiyan urges. He turned his face inward, to smell Vegeta’s neck, found that it
was the short Prince emanating the nice smell, and then, he did something that
seemed very odd to him. He licked the
Princes’ neck.
primal howl, and he wrapped Goku’s black hair in his fists and pulled as hard
as he could, twisting Goku until the man’s face was just were Vegeta wanted it,
then he kissed him, pressing hard against the pliant lips under his and forcing
them open, dipping his tongue down, to taste the chocolate-tinted flavor of the
giant baka. Goku’s purring vibrated
through both of them. And just as
Vegeta’s hands tightened and he was pushing them toward the bed, Goku leaned
back and looked at him.
breathless whisper, “Can we make more like us?”
screaming out and he growled, louder than any scream, and shoved Goku back onto
the bed, grabbing the man’s legs, throwing them open and up, revealing the
clothe-covered treasure. “Yes,
Kakarot,” he growled, “We are going to make more like us.”
~~~~~~~~~~*
Hmm.
be? Hmmmmmmmm?
* Glances at audience * What do you think? We have two horny, instinct-driven Saiyans in “season” whatever
are they going to do?
Gk:
Watch TV?
Vegeta:
*why did he have to be only other Saiyan?
Why? *
Vegeta:
WHY? Why?!
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