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Chapter 23

Bra was walking. Her first step marked the passage of time that Vegeta had not had time to dwell on. When she became part of his life she was still very young, drooling and whining, waking up in the middle of the night and not even crawling. Just giggling and depending on him entirely.

Now she was walking. Right now, one finger in her chubby-cheeked little mouth, wide blue eyes narrowed into mischievous thought and her other fists clenched tight around the baka’s orange gi. She wobbled next to him, sucked harder on her finger and managed to wiggle back into balance. Looked up at the two of them, cracked a smile around that finger in her mouth and showed off the little white nubs that would be teeth soon.

After the initial period of depression, anger and acceptance, Kakarot had found the man from whom they had taken Bra, explained everything as best the Baka could (Vegeta had politely declined going to see the cheating bastard as he might do a repeat performance of his son’s beating act.) When Kakarot came back from that excursion he just shrugged and said: “He pretended like he didn’t know who I was.”

Fine by him. Bra was his daughter. A second, a third and a seventh paternity test confirmed it everytime. What was once a sore punch to his gut, a thing that made him lay awake at night with the baka’s arm over his waist and the sounds of little Bra in her crib, was now a welcome thing. Bra was his. She was proof that he had loved Bulma, proof in his own mind that she had loved him. As if in its last act, her body had decided that only Vegeta had the right to bear children with her. Nobody else.

Kakarot, stupidly enough, pointed out that Bulma may have very well died of a hereditary disease. If it had been a sexually transmitted one, it was almost certain that Bra would have it and the little girl had checked out strong and healthy with the doctors. Vegeta did not know what killed Bulma, only she knew what killed her and that secret was safe with her in otherworld.

He couldn’t say when it changed, really, when he started sleeping at night and waking up every morning with a scowl because the big baka was eating in their bed again, because Bra was drooling on his ear and climbing over his chest again (Kakarot always put her on their bed when he woke up and he almost always woke up before Vegeta) or because the sun was too high in the sky for it to be morning. A smile followed, a smile for his daughter, a smile for the life that was still his and the crazed way he lived it.

Saiyan instincts never dimmed. He never forgot he had the power to destroy this world, never forgot that he could have and would have if the big baka hadn’t shown up, if Bulma hadn’t had been there or Krillin in his own masochistic way.

“Vegeta,” Kakarot said, “Look.” Giddy like a puppy because Bra was toddling the short distance between his legs and Kakarot’s. Her slimy-spit-covered hand curled on his pants now and she tipped her head back raised the other hand and giggled.

So he picked her up. And her little head rested right on his shoulder, sweet as all the things that Vegeta never appreciated in life. Comforting little girl on his shoulder and her devious grin. Trunks had been little like this once, but he was grown up now. Moved back out of the house, but he had finally taken over control of his mother’s company.

“They’re late,” Kakarot said, looked out the kitchen window’s again and started to pout. Like a child. He hunched over and put his elbows on the countertop, stared out the windows and waited like an impatient little boy.

Bra giggled. Straightened up in his arms and looked out the windows too, little mouth hanging open, waiting for whatever they were waiting for. Only her attention span was smaller even than the man who was waiting for his son to show up and take Bra for the day. (And night.) Gohan and his wife-girl…who’s name was… (K (Kakarot insisted that he learn these people’s names because calling them ‘Chichi-clones’ was not polite.) Oh. Damn. Satan…satan…DEVIL! That’s right, Videl. Gohan ad Videl were taking Bra so she could play with Pan (or whatever, they were taking her because Kakarot asked his son to watch the baby because it was not possible to have a physical relationship while the blue-eyed year-old doppelganger of your dead lover was looking at you from her crib.

“They’re here!” Kakarot said, straightening up and pointing out the window. “’Geta, they’re here! That’s great! Isn’t that great!” They sparred in the afternoons now, sometimes in the gravity room, sometimes in the atmosphere where it was hard to breath, but nothing seemed to sap the idiot of his endless energy. Not even when Vegeta made him stay awake for three days straight to see if he would get tired.

“Yes, Kakarot,” Vegeta said. Shook his head at the bouncing saiyan, especially when Bra began to clap her hands and cackle at him.

But it was good.

~~~***

“I thought I’d miss him more,” Goten said. He was leaning back into the tall waving grass, looking up at the clouds in the sky while Trunks worked on the blueprint of a new hover-car. “Krillin, ya know. He was around a lot when I was little.”

“Right,” Trunks said absently.

“He was like my second father, besides Gohan. But I don’t really miss him. I mean…I feel sorry for him, but I don’t really wonder where he went or how his family is or any of that stuff.”

“Of course.”

Goten looked over at his friend, hunched forward over a blueprint and working away when it was a beautiful day outside. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue, the grass was clean and nice-smelling in the wind that blew over them. He shook his head and sighed. “How’s Tana?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“How’s she doing in school?”

“Fine.”

Goten stuck his tongue out at Trunks and got no reaction. “How’s Capsule Corp?”

“Fine.”

“How’s Tana’s brother?”

“Fine.”

He was running out of questions, which was not a problem, he could just come up with stupider ones, considering Tana did not have a brother. He didn’t think that Trunks was even listening to him, thusly he felt an evil need to make fun of his dear best friend. “Really? How’s her grandfather?”

“Fine.”

“I bet he gives great blowjobs without his fake teeth in, huh?”

“Sure…”

Goten grinned. “What about…”

But he was interrupted when Trunks looked up at him. “Wait. Did you just…” Realization dawned on him when he realized what he had just said and the folder the blueprint had been laying in snapped shut. Goten had five seconds to react before he was rolling down the hill thanks to the sharp kick to his side.

He wasn’t hurt, really, just stood up and floated above the ground picking the grass out of his hair and off his clothes. “What?” he said innocently, “I thought you liked older men.”

Trunks made a ‘what the fuck’ face at him and then said: “Freak.” Which was the greatest start to one of their many fights that he could remember. They fought from hill outside the city all the way to the neighboring hill (which was over thirty miles away) and then back. The afternoon dimmed away into the evening and they fought until their stomachs were rolling with hunger.

“Gohan’s probably got food,” Goten said helpfully, dodging another attack from his dear best friend.

Trunks considered this. “I should go see Tana,” was his answer after a long pause.

“Say hi to gramps,” Goten said with another chuckle before he took off toward his brother’s.

~~~***

He figured it, that it had been somewhere like twenty years since he was last actually inside someone. Goten was nineteen now. That meant the last time Goku had sex with Chichi was twenty years ago (taking into account the nine month pregnancy) and he hadn’t ever been in anyone but her. It was mind boggling to think of it from the mathematic point of view to the point where he was actually quite concerned for his mental well-being.

Not that he minded doing it the other way. He liked it fine. Enjoyed it immensely. Just that he wanted to do it this way. He hadn’t ever actually asked Vegeta for a switch of top and bottom duties, but after thinking about it for months, Vegeta had finally shoved him up against the wall of the shower and bluntly said: “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Smirk on his face, steam all behind him. Covered in water and dripping, Goku had managed only to stutter a lot, and nod helplessly as his whole body flushed out red and started to tingle with excitement.

“Good,” Vegeta had said then. But nothing else. Just left the shower because he had already washed his hair, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to tend to Bra. She had been taking a nap at the time.

That had been a week ago. Gohan listened very patiently to Goku’s mumbling of this story and his request for a little break from Bra. Then he told his father that next time he wanted someone to babysit not to include his entire sexual history. But he said it with a laugh. So Goku figured he hadn’t scarred his child for life. (Chichi said that Goten was mental disturbed by his relationship with Vegeta. Goku maintained that Goten was mental scarred from getting dropkicked through a mountain, as usual, the two of them did not agree.)

But NOW he was all alone with his lover. Kissing Vegeta. Kissing naked Vegeta, in fact, because they lost the clothes before they even made it all the way up the stairs and now Vegeta was trapped under him on the bed. Legs open around his hips with one hand in Goku’s hair and the other on his hip. Kissing him, feel the heat and the shiver of how much he really loved doing this.

“Kakarot,” Vegeta murmured between kisses and he purred. Strange noise, but he purred and trilled and it was mind-numbing to hear. Everything in him went still and stiff when heard that noise, until he couldn’t stand it. Then Vegeta prepared them and flipped Goku onto his back. “Stay,” he said. Then he settled himself on Goku’s erection with excruciating slowness. Then twelve pants of breath later, Vegeta opened his eyes again, unclenched his jaw and looked down at him.

Goku took this as a good sign and rolled Vegeta back under him, hooked the shorter legs under his arms, felt the slickness of the lubrication and the tight heat of Vegeta's body. Looked at his face, and started to move. Slowly as he could manage, pushing in as deeply as he could and felt the shivers that went through Vegeta, the clenching of his fists on the sheets, grinned to himself, and tried to keep his own eyes open but they kept closing on their own accord.

So his world went black as his eyes closed, he heard Vegeta then, the pants, the purring, the moans and the sound of their flesh sliding together. Until his stomach was in knots and the bed was moving with how fast and hard he was thrusting, until he was barely breathing and his ears were raging with his pulse, he opened his eyes, saw Vegeta roll his head back, bare his throat. One hand in the sheets, one around his erupting erection.

Goku whimpered, moved, felt his lungs burning for air and his muscles screaming their objections, the endless throb of his erection in Vegeta's tightening body and then the rush of orgasm.

The world wenill,ill, sweaty and musky, but still. He panted for breath and lowered Vegeta's legs back down, slid out and leaned down to kiss him.

Vegeta kissed him back.

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Ooooo, I hope nobody's angry at me for ending it like that. *hides in corner*

Vegeta: Where's the I love yous?

Goku: 'Geta, you're just not that kind of man.

Vegeta: *one raised eyebrow*

Goku: You're a 'I show emotion through actions alone' person.

Vegeta: Whatever. I liked the lemon. *is grinny like a lecher.*

That's Allllllll Fooooooooooooolks!~ Thank you for reading it. I really did like writing this. Definitely a different way of doin' things for me. *sobs about poor straight Trunks & Goten.*

Firefly:


Cruel? Me? (Right this response is a couple of chaps behind, I apologize.) *sigh* But I've put in two lemons (well a lime and a lemon) Since you called me cruel so I'm okay.

Macha


Response to Aug 28 review: Yeah, that is a lot to process in one mind, isn't it. I grinned a lot though at the 'wow' that you put in there. Yay! Wow!


Lol. I don't like changing poopie diapies, but if that's the price of getting to babysit my adorable cousins it's a price I'm willing to pay *looks valiant* Krillin won't ever get it 'easy' again. If he does manage to regain 18's trust he'll have to live with the fact that he betrayed her forever. I didn't really go into that deeply because honestly, the story isn't about him. It was about Vegeta. *sigh* I liked 18 saying that too.

En4cerMax


Thanks. I mean, I meant to put all that in the chapter but hearing it echoed back at me is really great. *dies happy* Thanksies so much. *big ole grin*

Maria:


No. She didn't have AIDS or Bra would have AIDS too. No, Trunks & Goten don't get together because I wrote this in response to two challenges, one was for Krillin smut and the other was for straight Goten and Trunks. *sob* Otherwise they would have. Maybe.

Webtester01:


Lol. But there is no more.