A Saiyan Way of Life

Title: A Saiyan Way of Life

Author: 2dragonkat

Summary: 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.

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

AN: I didn't want to post this chapter until I was able to start working on this fic again. But alas, recovery from my surgery is sluggishly slow and I haven't been inspired to write anything, for this fic or any other I'm doing. But I figured to post this now so people don't have to wait too long. Hope every one enjoys.

Warnings for this chapter: lots and lots of smut people. I got Goku&Vegeta and Piccolo&Gohan, take your pic or go for both, whatever floats your boat.

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Chapter Two – A Night to Remember

WC: 3,931

“Alright boys, bath-time,” Vegeta said, entering the living room and drying his hands with a dish towel.

He had just finished washing the dishes, which he usual made his sons do, but he thought tonight he would let them have a little more fun. Three head turned in his direction, looking away from the cartoon they had been watching. “Can we use the big tub Papa,” Goten asked. “We want Dad to take a bath with us too.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes at the three pleading looks he was getting but he agreed. “Alright. I’ll go heat it up and you two go grab the pajamas you want to wear,” he said.

“Okay,” Goten and Trunks said as they ran up the stairs to do as their Papa asked.

Goku stood up from his seat and turned off the television before following Vegeta outside to the back porch. He watched quietly as his lover lit a fire beneath the tub and added water from a hose connected to the house. “This is a really amazing place you have here Vegeta. I’m impressed,” he said, putting an arm around his lover’s shoulders as they waited for the water to fill up the tub and heat.

“I’m glad you like it. I wanted Trunks and I to live like our ancestors did before war and domination clouded their thoughts. Your sons coming to join us was an added bonus. These last few years have been amazing, but…” he trailed off.

“But what Vegeta,” Goku asked.

Vegeta looked up at him with slightly sad eyes. “I still wished everyday that you could be here with me,” he whispered.

Goku smiled sadly and pressed his lips to Vegeta’s forehead. “Me too. But I’m here now. Let’s not waste time regretting,” he said and they kissed gently under the fading sunlight.

Goten and Trunks arrived after that and Vegeta herded them into the now warm bath. They splashed happily, grudgingly letting their Papa interrupt their fun as he washed their hair and tails, but they managed to get him soaking wet in retaliation. “Come on Dad, get in,” Goten cried, splashing water at Goku.

Goku laughed, putting his arms up in defense. “Okay, okay. Give me a second,” he said chuckling, getting his clothes off and joining the boys in the water, sighing in relaxation as the warm water stroked his aching muscles.

“You too Papa,” Trunks said, wrestling with Goten in the water.

“Alright,” Vegeta said exasperatedly and reaching for his soaking shirt. “I’m already wet so I might as well.”

Vegeta stripped down quickly, sinking in slowly to the bath, laughing as Goten and Trunks both tackled him. He gave an unmanly squeaked a second later as Goku tackled him as well and they all went under the water. He came up sputtering and shaking his drooping hair out of his eyes. He growled playfully and turned Goten and Trunks towards a laughing Goku. “Get him,” he whispered, smirking as Goku’s laugh turned into a squawk as he was pummeled by two demi-saiyan boys.

The next half an hour was filled with playful wrestling and laughing. Eventually Goten and Trunks both started to show signs of fatigue, their big day finally catching up with them. Goku looked up with wide, hesitant, questioning eyes as both boys curled up in his arms, eyes drooping, tiredly holding on to their father, tails hanging behind them sleepily. Vegeta just smiled and climbed out of the bath. He pulled a plug on the outside bottom of the tub, letting the water flow out into a ditch in the backyard while using some of the draining water to put out the fire underneath the tub. “Just dry them off and follow me,” he said. Using his chi to dry himself off, watching Goku do the same but both boys barely stirred in his arms, showing how fatigued they were.

He led the way inside and upstairs, grabbing the pajamas the boys had laid on the porch. His heart warmed at how careful Goku was with the two boys; looking anxiously down after every few steps he took to make sure he didn’t bother them. They entered the boys’ room and Vegeta pointed to the bunk bed. “Trunks sleeps on top and Goten is on the bottom,” he explained.

Goku nodded and gently placed the naked boys on their respective beds. He was handed a pair of pajamas and he looked questioningly at Vegeta. “You can dress Goten,” his lover said quietly, floating up and sitting on the edge of Trunks’ bed so he could dress his own son.

Goku smiled and mirrored Vegeta’s position on his son’s bed. He sat his son up, getting the sleepy child to hold his arms up as he put his shirt on. He gently laid him back down before starting on Goten’s lower half. He put his underwear and pants on the boy, gently threading his delicate tail through the make-shift hole he assumed Vegeta had made. Last he took each tiny foot and placed and equally tiny white sock on it. He lifted Goten slightly and pulled the covers down and tucked the boy in, spending a few moments to just stroke his forehead and stare at the little carbon copy of himself, loving him more and more with every second he spent with the small child.

A strong hand gently rested on his bare shoulder and he looked up at Vegeta. “Let’s go to bed and let these two sleep. Believe me, they’ll have all their strength back tomorrow,” he whispered, gently leading Goku out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door on their way out.

They walked across the landing to Vegeta’s bedroom and he finally got a good look at the room. It was larger than the boys’ room, a bed dominated one wall with a large fireplace on the wall across form it. There were two doors on either side of the fireplace. One lead to a large, walk-in closet, and the other lead to an equally large bathroom that shared the fireplace with the main room. Directly across from the main door there were glass doors leading to a balcony that was directly above the tub they had just been in.

The colors mirrored the natural world outside, with different woods as the dominant structure of the furniture. It was a cozy but luxurious room, just like his prince. Goku looked over to Vegeta who was lighting a fire, the soft glow kissing at the muscles of his naked body. Once the fire was going Vegeta stood up, noticing Goku was watching him.

Goku’s eyes roamed over his skin, tracing a scorching path down his body and heatedly lingering on his exposed privates. He twitched his tail, smirking as Goku’s eyes locked on it. He swayed it back and forth, letting it seductively twine around his thighs and stroke his skin. He slowly and gracefully walked over to the bed, keeping his lover’s eyes on his tail. He crawled onto the bed on all fours, waving his tail high above his back and letting his aroused scent fill the room. And while his lover’s eyes were fixed on his tail, his eyes were fixed on Goku’s full, heavy, hard cock, mouth watering at all the possibilities for this night.

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Piccolo flew through the air with Gohan’s hand clutched tight in his own. Now that he had the boy back in his grasp he didn’t plan to let go, at least for the next few hours. They were silent in the afternoon air, letting the wind and landscape rush past them as they headed to their destination. They were en-route to their training grounds, deep in a forest west of the Saiyan abode. Piccolo had built a small hut in a clearing that they could stay in during their weekend training get-togethers and recently for them to escape to as their own little private sanctuary.

This was the place where Piccolo first made love to Gohan about two months prior to the recent fiasco involving the fate of the universe. They touched down simultaneously, still not speaking but grasping their lover’s hand. Piccolo opened the door to the one room house, letting Gohan in first. He shut the door and then turned to Gohan who already had his eyes on him.

Their eyes locked and held for an infinite amount of time, moments dragged on for an eternity as the lovers spoke to one another through their tentative, young, and weak bond. It wasn’t so much words exchanged, as emotions and memories. Their fears, their love, their joy, their sorrow, every feeling the two had felt in the last few days were laid down at each others feet, to be realized, accepted, and soothed. They stood for so long, the quiet enveloping them in a thick blanket, letting nothing disturb this moment.

Piccolo moved forward as they kept communicating through the bond they had been forging for years, but had only recognized in these last few months. He stood before Gohan and raised his hands, letting them brush against Gohan’s cheeks before sliding further up and into his hair, Piccolo’s thumbs resting on the young man’s temples. Piccolo brought their foreheads together and let their minds touch closer and they sighed as the bond cemented back into its rightful place.

The bond they shared was unique to them. A regular Namek bond allowed words and images to be shared while a regular Saiyan bond allowed emotions and sometimes words to be shared. The bond these two lovers had formed seemed to meld the emotional side of a Saiyan bond and the graphical side of a Namek bond together. Vegeta had scratched his head when Gohan had described it to him and all his Papa had said was that he was glad that they had a bond at all, he had worried that they would not be able to do it because they were of different species. It seems these two had been blessed and the fates saw fit for them to be together, in every way possible.

Several minutes later Piccolo raised his head, and while he lessened the connection he did not break it. Gohan slowly opened his eyes and gazed at his handsome Namek, feeling the more negative feelings he had experienced in the last few days disappear in the presence of his lover. Piccolo smiled at the expression on Gohan’s face and stroked his cheek. “How about you get something to eat, I don’t want your stomach interrupting us,” he said quietly, smile turning to a smirk as Gohan blushed to the tips of his ears at the implication behind his words.

Gohan nodded in reply to Piccolo’s suggestion and went outside to a little shack behind the house where he stored food for himself. He planned to eat there and quickly, because even through his embarrassment he was eager to be with Piccolo, to have the Namek around and within him, taking away his anxieties with his gentle touches. Gohan entered the shack and pulled down some meat he had hung up, the hind legs of a dinosaur he had caught the day before the tournament. He ate like all Saiyans do, leaving no scraps behind, no bones un-licked, and barely anytime wasted. He returned to the house in record time, practically running in his haste to return to Piccolo and what the rest of this night would bring.

Gohan found Piccolo seated on the small bed that occupied one side of the room. He had removed his shoulder pads, turban, and shoes and was lounged back, obviously awaiting Gohan’s return. Gohan blushed beneath Piccolo’s burning look but none the less approached the bed. He knelt down on one side as Piccolo sat up and they met in the middle of the bed for their first kiss in what seemed like years. Gohan moaned helplessly under the sweet, intoxicating lip meld and collapsed against Piccolo. While he may be one of the strongest fighters in the universe next to his fathers, in the bedroom he was the one spread out like a conquest to be plundered by his strong, handsome mate.

Piccolo caught Gohan as he collapsed and leaned back himself so he lay on his back with his young lover covering him. He raised his hands and gently stroked Gohan’s back and hair, content for these next few moments to keep his touches light and tame. They needed to comfort one another first before they found pleasure together. For minutes on end they continued their kissing, softly stroking nearby flesh and cloth, shifting positions until they lay side by side, curled around one another.

Piccolo pulled back from Gohan’s lips to bury himself into the side of Gohan’s neck where he proceeded to pulls marks of claim from the pale, vulnerable skin. His young lover groaned at the attention and his shyness was forgotten as he tugged impatiently at Piccolo’s gi, suddenly tender comfort wasn’t desired any longer.

Piccolo pulled away from his feast only long enough to remove his shirt before he once more devoured Gohan’s neck. He abandoned the task a few moments later when he removed Gohan’s shirt and decided to take his attentions southward. Gohan smiled in triumph as Piccolo proceeded to take this moment another step further as both of their pants and other clothing was removed by Piccolo’s magic. Gohan rolled onto his back and spread himself out on the bed, sinking into its softness, letting Piccolo lead tonight, like he did more often than not.

Piccolo growled softly at the submissive gesture before him and smiled a truly wicked smile that brought to mind his days as a villain and he planned to partake in the flesh before him until the sun rose and then some. He lowered his hips so they melded with the eagerly shifting ones beneath him, bringing their equally eager sexes together just as he brought their mouths together for another, but much more heated, kiss.

He rubbed himself erotically on the young man beneath him, stirring up their desires till they were both wild in their passion. Gohan whined and thrust beneath Piccolo, mindless in his aroused state, knowing nothing except for the wonderful touches of the man he loved. Piccolo was slowly losing his cool as well and decided to finish them off quickly, they could take their time for the rest of the night, but right now they both needed to get off, and soon.

There was barely any preparation or warning before Piccolo had himself thrust inside Gohan, his hips flush against his lover’s thighs and ass. He managed to contain himself though at the pained whimper that escaped Gohan’s lips at the abrupt intrusion. He held himself still until the creases in Gohan’s forehead disappeared and a moan of pleasure passed those rosy kiss-swollen lips. Piccolo sighed and pulled out a bit before rocking back, making sure his lover was truly alright before he completely let go. Gohan looked up at him as he continued to rock their hips together and he raised his hands that had been grasping the sheets beneath him. He placed his hands on Piccolo’s sweat shinned head and pulled the man closer. He raised himself up and gently caught one of Piccolo’s antennas between his lips, softly licking and suckling the appendage like it was the one buried hot and hard in his body.

Piccolo shouted out in lust against Gohan’s chest at the erotic touch, just like a Saiyan’s tail was a erogenous zone so was a Namek’s antennas, though neither of them had known it until Gohan’s curiosity lead to a pleasurable discovery, and the first time they ever made love. Piccolo began to thrust in earnest, lifting Gohan’s body almost entirely off the bed as he plundered his lover. They grasped each other in desperation as their orgasms drew close at lightning speed and before either could pull back to let the pleasure last just a little longer, they exploded with equally loud moans, shuddering together as they collapsed on top of the white sheets of their bed.

Piccolo panted on Gohan’s chest, focusing on the rapid heartbeat beneath his head as he tried to regain his scattered thoughts. Gohan panted against his head, sluggishly holding the Namek close to his chest as they slowly came down from their orgasm induced high. Piccolo gently shifted his body to lay beside Gohan on his back after his softened cock slipped out of his lover’s warmth.

They lay together in silence before Gohan rolled over with a groan and rubbed his reawakening erection into Piccolo’s hip. Piccolo chuckled lightly and opened his eyes to look into Gohan’s eager eyes, which were lit up with lust and love. He mock sighed and rolled onto his side, accepting Gohan into his arms as they resumed kissing, planning to not waste a moment of this night, that they had both worried hours before they would never have again.

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Vegeta sobbed into the pillow he clutched to his face in an effort to stifle his screams so his boys wouldn’t wake up. He was spread out, face down on the bed, covers soaked in his sweat and come as he was fucked for the umpteenth time that night. He rocked back hard on the plunging hips behind him, dragging the engorged cock within him deeper, trying to keep them connected for as long as possible. His tail was trapped in a hand, a hand that wouldn’t stop stroking and ruffling the fur. The pleasure from this act shot up and down his spine, settling in a pool in his belly where the spikes of pleasure the stroking of the cock over his prostate were centering.

He arched his back as the pace got faster, the heavy balls of his lover slapping his ass, adding a new sound to the symphony of their lovemaking. His thighs quivered as he neared his pinnacle, distantly wondering how many orgasms this would make for the night. Five…six…he lost count.

They were in a stalemate after he had crawled onto the bed. Both of them froze as they tried to figure out what to do next, eyes locked on parts of their lover’s bodies they labored. Vegeta had actually screamed when he was suddenly pounced on and his lover silenced him with a fierce kiss, pulling back only long enough to tell him to be quiet or the boys would wake. He had quivered under the intense, feral gaze directed at him but thought process had taken the high road when Goku proceeded to make up for all their lost time.

He whimpered as he was brought back to the present when Goku suddenly stopped the movement of his hips and then pulled out. He whined and reached for Goku as the Saiyan turned him over. Goku pressed back into him, slowly, drawing Vegeta’s legs around his hips as he sank in, keeping eye contact and stroking a trembling hand through Vegeta’s hair. He moved slowly, drawing out each pleasurable thrust. He kept it slow, allowing the build up of their orgasms to be slow. He placed sweet, light kisses on the swollen lips presented to them, content to savor this beautiful moment.

His eyes locked onto Vegeta’s neck, zeroing in on the fluttering pulse beneath the delicate flesh. He had already pulled several bruises from the skin, a possessive side of him forcing him to make those marks. But that side of him still wasn’t satisfied, it wanted more…his eyes widened and darkened. He actually felt like biting, drawing blood, drinking up everything Vegeta would offer him. He pulled back a little, hips still moving, but fearfully looking down at Vegeta’s neck. Why would he want to do that, Why would he want to hurt Vegeta?

“It’s okay Kakarot,” Vegeta moaned, hands stroking over his heaving back. “It’s okay.”

Goku looked into Vegeta’s eyes and saw that he knew, he knew what Goku wanted to do to him, and he wasn’t scared…he was even encouraging it. Goku looked back at Vegeta’s neck and lowered his head, pressing his lips to the crook of it, sighing as he tasted the sweat and musk from his skin.

He started to pant in anticipation and he moved his hips faster, somehow wanting them to reach the end at the same time of his bite. He growled as Vegeta whimpered beneath him and pulled him as close as possible. He sank in his teeth, body tensing as blood rushed into his mouth and crushed Vegeta against him, thrusting his cock savagely into his lover’s body. He released Vegeta’s neck a second later and roared as Vegeta returned the bite, not as hard nor as deep, but the meaning still the same. They came together, with lights flashing and throats yelling at the intensity of their pleasure.

Goku froze in position, arched over the debauched form of his lover, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling as the heat of orgasm warmed him to the tips of his toes. He sighed as his body relaxed and he looked lovingly down at Vegeta, smiling with contentment. He lowered himself down and rested against his chest, listening as Vegeta gave a soft purr, stroking his hair, wanting this moment to last forever.

Vegeta rubbed Goku’s back, purring with happiness. They were mates, officially mates. Bonded for the rest of their lives and beyond. He jumped in surprise when Goku let out a loud yell. Goku jumped away from him, pulling a cry from Vegeta’s lips at the abrupt withdrawal of his cock. Goku rolled away from him, still yelling until he fell of the bed, grunting as he landed. “Kakarot,” he asked, slowly sitting up and crawling over to the edge of the bed. “Are you all right?”

He peered over the side and saw Goku was laying on his stomach, panting into the floor. Vegeta’s eyes widened when something furry and black waved in front of his eyes. He gasped when he realized that furry something was not attached to his back but to Goku’s. He reached out hesitantly and softly stroked the damp fur, smiling as he drew a soft moan from the fallen Saiyan. He watched as Goku slowly roused himself and lifted himself up from the floor, looking up at Vegeta before looking behind him. “Well that’s unexpected,” he said, rubbing his nose that had landed hard on the floor. “Wonder how that happened.”

“It happened when we bonded baka,” Vegeta murmured affectionately and placed a gentle kiss on Goku’s nose. “Let’s go clean up, shall we.”

Goku smiled as Vegeta stood up and helped him to his feet before leading him to the bathroom. They took a long shower, not for sex, but for lessons of how to take proper care of a Saiyan’s tail. Goku steeped out of the shower, stroking the soft fur, smiling as it happily waved at him. He turned and swept Vegeta into his arms carrying him to bed as he kissed every inch of his face. “I love you,” he whispered as he laid Vegeta down into bed, climbing in beside him and curling around the prince.

“I love you too,” Vegeta whispered, snuggling close and smiling as their tails twined together. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Vegeta. Sweet dreams.”

The Saiyans fell into a deep sleep, sated and content. They were together again, bonded forever and had nothing more to worry about.

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While I may have chapters done for this, I'm having a bit of trouble starting up after not writing for a while. Inspiration is just not happening for me. Any encouragement is desperately desired on my side.

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