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 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: I've decided, with the help of my muse Julesie, that I will be ending this story at 11 chapters. Then I have plans for another sequel and a possible prequel for this whole world I've created with AR. I'm still planning to write an AU, completely separate from this verse, and I plan to post a fic I wrote about four years ago, which needs serious editing. That'll probably come next once I'm done with this story...So yeah, I'm done rambling.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, I think it's the longest one to date.

Warnings for this chapter: no smut (sorry), but I've got minor Videl bashing, a tiny bit of Bulma bashing, and some serious, ubber Chichi bashing. not much else besides that though.

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Chapter Three – Celebrations

WC: 4,383

Vegeta was so stressed he was about to rip out his beautiful, silky hair.

There was food to be made, tables to be set, entertainment to be set up…AND GOKU WASN’T HELPING AT ALL.

In fact he was making the situation worst. Vegeta had been up since the crack of dawn preparing for something that hadn’t been his idea to begin with; it was all Goku’s idea. “Hey lets have everyone over for a party to celebrate,” he said and of course Vegeta couldn’t say no because he had not only Goku giving him puppy-dog eyes, he had Trunks and Goten doing it too. How could anyone but a heartless bastard resist those sweet faces?

Those two boys had been attached to Goku’s hips since he had been back. It was nearly impossible to find them when they weren’t together. If the boys had had their way they would have slept in the same bed, but thankfully Goku drew the line there.

But at every other time of day they were together, laughing and playing together like Goku had never been gone. And Vegeta loved it…except when he needed something done or had to say no to something they asked him. They had the worst habit of ganging up on Vegeta and melting his defenses so he couldn’t say no or get them to do something they didn’t want.

There were times when he could force them, but he didn’t like acting as mean as he had too and he detested the sad looks that would adorn those beautiful faces when he got mad at them, so he didn’t do it often. He felt like such a softie.

He may have been born a Sub, but he was still a warrior…he had once been feared all over the universe and now he was baking cookies and hosting parties. And it was his soft, gooey side that had gotten him into this ridiculous mess in the first place, and a part of him wished he was a little more heartless.

He had already chased all three of them out of the kitchen at least a dozen times, and it wasn’t even 8 o’clock yet. He had had to rearrange the setting for the tables because Piccolo had done it all wrong and by that point Vegeta couldn’t trust anyone but himself to do things. Five stereos had been blown up already because the boys had been playing too close to the house when he had sent them outside to get them out of his hair. Why he had five stereos to spare…because he was always prepared, raising three demi-saiyans did that to a person.

Now it was almost noon and everyone would be showing up and the food was barely prepared, Gohan was tangled up in about a million wires trying to hook up another stereo, and Goku had managed to up-end every single table in the back yard. How he did that, Vegeta did not know and he didn’t care. He had slapped the man hard, warned him he was ‘this close’ to sleeping on the couch for a week and sent him to occupy the Twin Terrors ‘very far away’ until it was time for the party.

Vegeta stood in the kitchen, cooking like a mad-man, nearly burning his tail in his rush to finish all the food he had planned for the party. When he put the last pans in the ovens to cook he slumped against the counter in exhaustion. He looked up as Piccolo and Gohan walked into the room, both giving him sympathetic looks. “Don’t say anything,” he growled, removing his apron. “Piccolo, answer the door and let people in, don’t forget to take their jackets. Gohan, go rustle up the brats and bring them back. Keep all three occupied until everyone is here. I’m taking out the food.”

Piccolo rolled his eyes and walked away, grumbling about having to act all goody-two-shoes. Gohan chuckled at his lover’s slumped shoulders and turned to walk out the back door, scratching his chin as he tried to find the best way to keep his father and brothers occupied. Vegeta growled in annoyance and banged his head on the counter for good measure; he must have been out of his mind to agree to this whole thing. Completely out of his mind.

He composed himself after a few minutes of self-loathing and started carrying out platters and bowls of food for their guests. He was a Prince, and no matter what he would act like one, especially when he was hosting a party to celebrate the safety of the universe.

“Welcome to the party, everyone is out back,” Piccolo said tonelessly, internally sighing as he let Videl, her father, and Majin Buu into the house. He took their coats and he rolled his eyes as Videl skipped out into the back, no doubt looking for Gohan. He smirked at the thought though; she could never hope to satisfy Gohan, not like Piccolo could.

He shut the door and sighed, thankful that those were the last guests to arrive. Now he could stop trying to smile and act helpful, it just wasn’t in his nature, especially when half the people were people Piccolo had a strong dislike for, and he knew Vegeta felt the same way. But Goku had been the one to request this whole thing, including the guest list, and it seemed Vegeta could deny him nothing, even if it made him uncomfortable. And unfortunately Piccolo knew he had the same defect in his mentality for Gohan, and whatever it was, made him bend to his every whim. Seemed he and Vegeta had an Achilles’ heel for Sons.

Piccolo walked into the kitchen and found Vegeta banging his head against the refrigerator. “You could have said no,” Piccolo said leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Can you say no to Gohan,” Vegeta muttered before banging his head one more time then pulling away, crossing his arms and resting his hip against the counter, leveling an exasperated glare on Piccolo.

“Excellent point,” he said and looked down the hall towards the backyard. “You know we might have a chance to escape now if we hurry.”

Vegeta cocked his head and seemed to really contemplate his proposal. “Yes, we might be able to. But then we’d have to deal with our upset mates later, and I don’t think I can take anymore headache.”

Piccolo nodded his head, knowing they wouldn’t have left but felt like he needed to say it. Vegeta sighed and ran a hand through his hair, twisting his head back and forth, cracking his neck, before squaring his shoulders and starting to walk out of the kitchen, putting a hand on Piccolo’s shirt and dragging the Namek behind him. “Come on wimp. We better face the music. Just keep scowling like you are and everyone will give you a wide berth,” Vegeta said, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at the disgruntled Piccolo behind him.

Piccolo decided to not to comment, not sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. They walked outside and watched for a moment from the doorway the festivities…or shenanigans…however you looked at it.

Videl was apparently chasing Gohan around the area, screaming something about dancing while Gohan, looking panicked was shouting back ‘some other time Videl.’ They both shook their heads in exasperation. Popo, Dende, Hercule and Majin Buu were sitting around together and the two of them were surprised to see how well Majin Buu and Hercule were getting along with those two. The looked at each other and shrugged, supposing it had been a good move to keep that pink blob around.

Goku and the Twin Terrors were stuffing their faces at the buffet table, managing to make a mess of themselves and the area around them…all the other guests were giving them some leeway to try and not get sprayed with the flying debris of their destruction. Piccolo rolled his eyes after looking at them and Vegeta slapped his forehead. “Looks like it’s bath night,” he mumbled.

Piccolo nodded in sympathy and looked over to the rest of the guests. They were scattered around the few tables set up in the middle of the yard, though it seemed to Piccolo that Roshi, Krillin and his family were trying to avoid the others. They didn’t seem to mind Puar and Oolong so much but Bulma and Yamcha were being given the cold shoulder. Piccolo smirked at this and looked to his friend, expecting to see him happy at the treatment as well.

Instead he found Vegeta looking furious and glaring in that general direction. “What are you upset about,” he asked, looking back to the group.

“She deserves to get what she’s getting. But she’s the kind of woman who won’t take it laying down. She’s been too spoiled with power and importance for too long to understand how to be graceful in a situation like this. Trust me, I know from experience. She should just leave. I can tell she’s going to blow her top and that is the last thing this party needs,” Vegeta grumbled, tail behind him swaying a puffing with annoyance. “I’ll be right back…”

Piccolo watched as Vegeta stalked away and felt sorry for Bulma, while she had her good points, she also had many flaws, and most were hard to ignore or overcome. He shook his head and headed over to where Videl had Gohan pinned against a tree. Might as well make it absolutely clear to that girl that Gohan is off the menu…permanently.

He walked up to them and cleared his throat, leaning on the tree right next to Gohan, glaring down at Videl. The girl actually had the audacity to glare back at him, tossing her head. “Excuse me,” she said haughtily. “We’re having a private conversation here.”

“Not anymore you are. In fact I’d like it if you didn’t have anymore ‘private’ conversations with my mate,” he growled, using one hand to push the shocked girl away and the other he used to pull a relieved, grateful, and shocked Gohan close.

“Your…mate…” she said, looking between them with wide eyes.

“Yes, my mate. Now scamper of girl, I want some alone time with my lover.”

Videl cried out in embarrassment, turning around and running away in mock tears, being as dramatic as possible and drawing many stares. Those curious eyes turned to the two of them and Gohan blushed under the scrutiny but Piccolo only smiled. “I think they want a show,” Piccolo purred, leaning down towards a wide eyed Gohan.

“Pic-ccolo, wait...not here…Pi…” Gohan trailed off with a groan as Piccolo kissed him, driving all other thoughts away from his over active brain. He wrapped his arms helplessly around Piccolo’s shoulders as his mate kissed him passionately, sweeping his tongue in and around to once again claim Gohan as his own. And Gohan wouldn’t have it any other way. A few members of the party regarded them with surprise but eventually looked away in embarrassment when it looked like the two lovers weren’t going to stop their show anytime soon.

On the other side of the celebration Vegeta had just reached the group he had been watching, and had gotten there just in time since Bulma suddeny just stood up, walking over to Krillin and his family. He intercepted her, standing like a sentry between her and his friends. Bulma stopped and glared at him, eyeing him with distaste and anger and he sighed internally. He had thought they had reached some sort of agreement in regards to their tense relationship, he had hoped things would be smoother but it seemed they still had a long way to go.

“Out of my way Vegeta. I will not stand for this treatment,” she said, crossing her arms.

Vegeta crossed his arms right back, rolling his eyes at her. “In all honesty woman, you deserve this. You haven’t been a friend to these people in years and now you show up expecting everyone to adore you and worship you like nothing has happened, like you hadn’t lied to them and discarded them when they were no longer useful to you. The only reason you’re here is your past friendship with my mate. Now show a little humility and grace,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper so only she heard the next few words. “Or I will escort you off my property and never let you see our son again. Understand, woman.”

She huffed, and spun around on her heels. “Don’t worry, I’ll see myself off. But I will be a part of Trunks’ life, whether you want me in it or not,” she said marching over to Yamcha and pulling him up, stalking off without another word to anyone. And luckily she didn’t see that no one had noticed her dramatic exit, except an annoyed Prince.

Vegeta sighed as he watched her leave, turning back to the party to see it had not been disrupted at all. Videl was now sitting next to Majin Buu and her father, throwing hurt or angry looks towards Gohan, trying to make him see the ‘error’ of his ways. But she realized after a few minutes of this that it wasn’t working, and all of Gohan’s attention and devotion was turned towards someone other than her. She eventually gave up her efforts and turned her attention towards her father and his new friends, eventually immersing herself in their conversation. Vegeta smirked as he watched the scene unfold…maybe there was hope for the girl yet.

He surveyed the party, finally relaxing and admiring his work. He did a very good job if he did say so himself. Everyone was scattered around tables, talking, laughing and eating. They were happy, content and satisfied, exactly how guests should be at a party, especially a party hosted by a prince.

He abandoned his sentry duty and sauntered over to where Goku was telling a story to Krillin and his family about some dragon eggs he had protected a few days prior. He leaned against the side of the chair wrapping an arm around Goku’s shoulders and smirking as Goku didn’t even pause in his story, he just wrapped his own arm around Vegeta’s waist, softly stroking his tail that happily wrapped around his forearm. Vegeta buried his face against Goku’s hair, inhaling his sent and telling himself he had gone through all this effort and stress for this man, who he would do anything to make happy, and who Vegeta knew will also returned the favor.

About an hour later he was just finally feeling his headache fade that he had had since the early morning when his alarm had gone off and Goku just continued to snore away beside him. He purred lightly, eyes glazed as Goku continued to stroke his tail, holding him close as he and Krillin laughed together about the good-old days.

The happy atmosphere was utterly decimated when a voice no one wanted or expected to hear cried out. “Goku! What are you doing here!”

All heads turned towards the back door to the house. Chi-chi, in all her ‘glory,’ stood in the doorway, hands clenched at her side in fury, her face turning purple in her anger, and eyes glaring at the prince draped all over her husband. Bulma stood right behind her, arms crossed and smirking at Vegeta, looking incredibly smug. Yamcha also stood next to the women but he was trying to blend into a corner, looking sheepish and a bit ashamed of his presence with Chi-chi.

The guests all turned towards the newcomers, some cringing with worry and others confused about the outburst. Vegeta was livid, completely inconsolable. How dare these women barge in, especially that harpy who had no right to even be in his house. He stood up, walking away from his bewildered mate and stalked up to his unwanted guests. He stood before them, a living wall, blocking them from going any further. He planned to get rid of them as quickly as possible. The longer they stayed the more his party would be ruined, and the more likely someone would be hurt.

“You’re not welcome here bitch,” he growled, glaring at the woman before him, hands balling into fists at his side. “I suggest you leave now.”

“Oh now you’re trying to give me orders, prince of nothing,” Chichi smirked, crossing her arms and stepping off the back porch so she was eye to eye with Vegeta.

Vegeta snarled at her insult, feeling sharp stabs of anger and pain flow through him. He didn’t want what she said to affect him, but damn-it it was hard to ignore it when she spoke the truth. “Shut up harpy. I’m warning you. Get off of my property or I will force you off,” he said, calm voice covering up his boiling insides.

“Are you threatening me, you man-whore,” Chichi screeched, eyes narrowing, finger shooting out to poke at the prince’s chest. “You have a lot of nerve threatening a woman of my stature. I’m a princess you know, you brute. I can’t believe you would actually threaten a woman. Did you do the same to Bulma you worthless piece of crap.”

Vegeta’s body trembled with his effort to restrain himself from splattering the woman against the wall of his home. The only reason he refrained from doing so was he didn’t want to clean up her waste and gore from his beautiful walls. “You’re no more a princess then I am a prince. You sure as hell don’t act like it. That’s why I have no problem forcing off of my property, because all you are is a spoiled brat with a heart of stone. Get out of my sight,” he said, turning his back to them and walking away, hoping she would take the hint and leave.

“Ha, that’s rich coming from you Vegeta. Your heart is even colder than mine. You stole my children from me and now you’ve taken my husband. You’ve poisoned their minds with your lies. I’m here to take them back, cradle-robber,” she said haughtily, freezing Vegeta in his tracks.

He turned around and stalked up to her, getting right in her face. “You’re the liar, bitch. You abandoned your children and I took them in so they would have someone to love them, because you’re a hypocritical, close-minded harpy who has no love in her heart for anyone. The only reason you want them back now is for your own advantage, you’ll exploit them, and then abandon them when they are of no more use. You don’t deserve them,” he snarled, wanting so badly to choke the life out of the manipulative creature in front of him.

“And you think you deserve them? You once tried to kill everyone! You were an evil bastard for years. You want me to actually believe you’ve turned a new leaf and you have become a ‘kind,’ ‘peace-loving,’ Saiyan who loves everyone. Ha, don’t make me laugh. I deserve them more than you,” she replied, eyes shining with triumph when Vegeta lowered his eyes and backed off. She figured she’d try and press her luck, and hit the Saiyan harder in his weak spot.

“I bet you have some plan for them, hm? You probably plan to make them slaves to your will and then take over the universe. That’s what you’ve always wanted. Or maybe you’ll gather the Dragonballs and wish back Freeza so you can once again be a lap dog to that freak, doing everything he says. I bet you’re his slave in everyway possible. Warming his bed when you aren’t slaughtering helpless people…and I bet you loved it. Is that your plan, huh Vegeta. Answer me you brainless monkey.”

Chichi slammed into the stone wall of the house, sliding down and slumping against the porch. She lifted a trembling hand to her swelling cheek, touching the tender area, feeling a wet trail, realizing she had a large gash on her upper cheek from the attack. She looked up with widened, shocked eyes at her attacker. In fact everyone had turned wide eyes to the Saiyan who had attacked Chichi. He panted with fury, beyond any anger he had ever known at her words.

Bulma rushed over and slowly helped Chichi to her feet, even though she completely felt she had over stepped her boundaries, and had deserved the attack, but not from the man who attacked her.

Vegeta looked up, disbelieving, to his mate who had suddenly appeared beside him. Goku had wrapped a protective hand around Vegeta’s shoulders, his tail settled possessively around the smaller man’s waist, and his other hand, he had used to deck Chichi square in the cheek. He growled, pulling Vegeta into his arms, glaring at the woman who was now on shaky legs.

He had watched with muted sadness as Chichi fought with Vegeta. He had noticed Vegeta had tried to avoid a confrontation, trying to make the party-crashers leave with as little struggle as possible. But Chichi hadn’t backed down, she had even increased her attacks until even Goku, sweet passive Goku, couldn’t sit around inertly and watch his mate be attacked. That was his duty right, as the dominant male in their relationship. He was supposed to protect his mate, make him feel safe. He had stood up when Chichi said Vegeta didn’t deserve him and their sons and Vegeta hadn’t replied to the attack. He knew, because of their fusion, that Vegeta had a very dark past and had dealt with it the only way he could, by closing off his heart and building an armor around his mind to shield himself from the abuse.

Goku realized a part of Vegeta probably felt like he didn’t deserve the wonderful family he had, and he planned to deal with that, later, after everyone was gone and they were curled up together in bed. So Goku’s first priority was to get rid of Chichi, he planned to do so with words, but the second she had called Vegeta a whore, all plans of peacefully ending this confrontation disappeared and the Saiyan within him roared to protect his mate. He was at Vegeta’s side and had slammed his fist into Chichi’s face in an instant. A part of him hissed with satisfaction at the resounding crunch of bone against bone.

He curled both arms around his bewildered mate, protecting him from that woman’s words, planning to give her a piece of his mind. And if she didn’t leave then…well Goku wasn’t going to be responsible for his actions…

Chichi stared at him, eyes and face stunned as he held her broken cheek. “Wha’ wa’ tha’ for G’ku,” she slurred, using the support Bulma gave her to stand up.

“For insulting my mate. You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said calmly, making everyone stare at him with astonishment. “Vegeta was completely right. You don’t deserve me or my sons. We are completely happy right here. You abused me for years, and then you did the same to Gohan. That is unforgivable. I want you to leave Chichi, and never come back.”

Chichi narrowed her eyes, trying to figure a comeback, giving a lopsided smirk when she thought of something. “W’re sti’ marri’d G’ku. Y’re m’ hus’an’,” she said, as clearly as she could around the swelling of her face, standing up straighter.

Goku titled his head at this, realizing vaguely what she was saying. She could stir up a lot of trouble. She could try and take the kids from them, at least Goten, since Gohan was an adult by human standards. He didn’t like it when she brought their marriage up. All those years ago he had had no clue what she was talking about, and suddenly he found himself chained to a woman who showed her true colors to him not too long after the ‘I do’s. He thought hard, wondering how to get out of it without sacrificing anyone’s happiness. He smiled suddenly, remembering the words spoken during the ceremony.

“Actually Chichi,” he said, smiling happily when Vegeta looked up to him curiously. “We aren’t married anymore.”

Chichi snorted and rolled her eyes, not believing him, giving him a “yeah, right” look. Goku just kept smiling, laughing internally as her expression wavered. “I remember what that man said when we got married,” he stated smugly. “He said ‘till death do you part.’ Well I died, so that means we’re not married anymore.”

Everyone looked even more stunned at his words, most of his friends smiling at his reasoning and tact. He looked down and Vegeta was giving him a small smile, obviously proud of how he had handled the situation. He smiled back and leaned down to snag a sweet kiss from his lover’s perfect lips. He sighed at the connection, keeping it light and soft, just wanting to feel Vegeta against him. He pulled back, cuddling Vegeta close before looking up at an infuriated Chichi, she just vibrated with her anger. “You have no more hold over me Chichi. You should just leave, before you embarrass yourself even more.

She stood still for a few more seconds, glaring at everyone before huffing and leaving, with Bulma and Yamcha trailing behind her. Just before she passed through the back door she turned and faced the cozy couple before her. “I’ll b’ b’ck,” she mumbled, already trying to figure out how she could break up the happy family that had formed.

Goku just ignored her, instead turning his attention to his beautiful mate. “Sorry for the interruption everyone,” he said cheerfully, not taking his eyes off of Vegeta. “Let’s get back to the party.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and soon the happy celebration was in full swing again and everyone forgot about the awful words spoken moments before, except Goku. He needed to talk with Vegeta, about his past, even though it was painful. He knew though, that for Vegeta to properly heal he will need to come to terms with everything he endured and trust his mate to love him and protect him, which Goku planned to never stop doing.

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