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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Exposure

Goku broke the kiss, smiling down at Vegeta in pure joy. I know you hate it when I talk like this, but… you’re so beautiful, Vegeta!

Vegeta growled and pushed Goku away, and a few seconds later his mate was laughing. “Wow, I didn’t think - wait, let me check… yup! Even the bottoms of your feet are blushing!”

“Oh, shut up, Kakarot!”

Vegeta tried to push him off and get up from the bed but Goku just pressed him back down again, apologizing. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you, I just really think you’re amazing, Vegeta.”

“Whatever, just stop… staring at me.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve always liked looking at you, and now I just can’t stop. Here, I can give you something else to think about.” He grinned, pressing Vegeta’s thighs apart with his knee when Vegeta hissed unexpectedly.

“Vegeta? Are you all right?”

“Kakarot, you pounded me hard enough to literally break a planet. Not that I’m complaining, but I am a little sore.”

“Oh yeah, that!” Goku chuckled. “C’mon. I still owe you a good scrubbing.”

“We don’t have time for that now. Don’t you think we should figure out how long we’ve been out? What’s been happening? Find out why a bunch of pissed off Kais wanted to kill us?”

“Nope!” Goku said, happily pulling a flustered Vegeta up off the bed and shoving him toward the bathroom. “If you’re that worried we can skip the bath, but at least let me get you cleaned up.”

With a longsuffering sigh Vegeta allowed himself to be pushed into the bathroom and sat on the stool in the wash area. He shifted uncomfortably while Goku happily set himself to the task of giving himself a quick scrub and making ready to do the same for Vegeta.

Even though he could feel Goku making a conscious effort not to stare at him anymore he was still uncomfortable. And he didn’t know why.

Goku rinsed him down in pleasantly hot water, soaped up a brush and began scrubbing Vegeta’s back in firm circles and a sigh escaped him. Goku moved around him, humming happily to himself while he did things with that brush that he knew Vegeta loved. Even so that uncomfortable feeling remained, so Vegeta allowed himself be distracted by temptations of the flesh.

Goku’s body was a work of art as far as Vegeta was concerned. Gods, the easy way he moved, the almost effortless power that he controlled so perfectly… how could he not want Goku every moment of every day?

The next time that hard-muscled body moved around in front of Vegeta to work some shampoo into his hair Vegeta decided he’d been doing nothing long enough. Goku’s fingers massaged his scalp in small circles and Vegeta could practically feel his spine melting anyway. It was only natural that he rest his forehead against Goku’s stomach. He took a deep breath; underneath the fresh smell of soap was Goku’s warm, familiar scent and Vegeta made a sound of contentment.

“Vegeta?” Goku asked frowning. “Something’s bothering you. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Vegeta said with an unseen smirk, nuzzling south. “Unsatisfied oral fixation?”

“Hey,” Goku ineffectively tried to warn. “Don’t you dare-”

It was too late. Vegeta opened his lips and curled his tongue around Goku’s semi-erect penis, feeling it fill rapidly in his mouth. Goku’s fingers spasmed in his hair and Vegeta laughed to himself.

“No fair, Vegeta!” Goku gasped. “I wanted to make you feel better and- D-do something nice for you!”

//Seeing you squirm always makes me feel better.// Even though he wasn’t being serious and hadn’t really intended much more than teasing with this, for some reason Goku’s words just made him want to keep going, and so he did. As much as he loved feeling of the hard planes of Goku’s skin trembling under his fingers, sometimes it was good to just simplify.

Without using his hands he proceeded to do to Goku’s cock what he typically did to Goku’s tongue just to see what would happen. He backed off enough to run his tongue in thick, wet circles around the head of Goku’s cock just to feel those hands in his hair clench, reveling in Goku’s instant helplessness. He moved to taste the pearl of liquid already on offer with the tip of his tongue. Once it was gone he kept tickling the slit as if waiting for more and Goku was having an increasingly difficult time trying to remember why he shouldn’t just give in and enjoy this.

But that undercurrent of ‘uncomfortable’ was still in Vegeta, and before his brain cells completely fled Goku wanted to figure out what it was. Vegeta wasn’t cooperating though, beginning to sink down, taking him all the way into his hot, wet mouth and he just couldn’t think. “Vegeta, I wanted to… to…” he tried weakly, breaking off in a shaky whimper.

//Why are you fighting me, Kakarot? Don’t you want me to taste you?//

Vegeta hummed low in his throat and the vibrations sent a shiver rocketing all the way up his spine. “Yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

It didn’t matter that Goku’s fingers were pressing Vegeta’s head down as he rocked himself into his mouth with greater and greater urgency. He was the one in control, when he used his tongue to curl around that hard length as it slid in and out of his mouth Goku let out a strangled groan. When he began to increase the suction with each push of Goku’s hips Goku’s trembling became more pronounced. And when he chuckled his amusement the vibrations forced Goku to sob out his name, thrust once more and gift him with his release.

Wobbly legs supported Goku just long enough for Vegeta’s tongue to finish licking him clean, torturing him with its glorious aftershocks. As soon as it left him Goku dropped to his knees, soap bubbles still clinging to his hands and Vegeta’s hair.

“Terrible service, I only give this bathhouse two stars,” Vegeta smirked, wiping a trail of bubbles from his forehead just before it could reach his eye. “...Though the wash boy is delicious.”

“Not fair, Vegeta!” Goku huffed after he caught his breath, trying to ignore how happy Vegeta’s praise made him feel. “Why didn’t you want me to-”

“I don’t know. All right? I don’t know,” Vegeta interrupted, weary of gazing so deeply into the dark abyss of his own soul. “But don’t you think I’ve faced enough personal demons for now? Just… I’m tired.”

“Yeah. Okay, I’ll let it go for now, but I’m going to look.” This is important, Vegeta.

He didn’t wait to hear Vegeta’s token protest, it didn’t matter anymore. He no longer needed Vegeta to give him access, he just had it now and Vegeta yielded easily to his touch.

Goku gently searched his mate’s mind trying to find the cause of that strange discomfort. He found that Vegeta didn’t know how to feel about having someone else around during a pregnancy, even if it was his mate and the children’s sire. The second part was the more troubling, he didn’t seem to want to be taken care of… more specifically, he was uneasy about Goku taking care of him.

That was a drastic change from his experience with Chi-Chi; as she had so loved to remind him, for her the pregnancy with Gohan had been the best part of their marriage because of how attentive he had been. He’d waited on her hand and foot and she had loved every moment of it.

He searched a while longer but there was nothing more to glean. Goku sighed and withdrew from the deeper touch. Vegeta shifted uncomfortably again. “Well? Is your curiosity satisfied?”

It’s not just curiosity, and you know it. “You always know when something’s bothering me, and you almost always know what to do to fix it. That feels really good, Vegeta.” I need to learn you as well as you know me so I can do the same thing for you. As promised he let the matter drop for now, reaching for the showerhead to rinse Vegeta’s hair.

It might take time, but Goku knew he would figure it out. Vegeta was already relaxing into his touch again despite himself and Goku smiled, unnoticed.

Winning Vegeta over was his specialty, after all.

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“Vegeta!” Bulma exclaimed, rushing to pull both he and Goku into a strangling hug.

“Damned woman,” Vegeta grumbled, but returned the hug. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“I’ve been quite busy actually, thank you very much!” she chastised, punching Vegeta in the arm. “You’ve been out for almost a week! I’m pretty pissed off that you managed to blow up that kick-ass house I made for you but I’m making you another one anyway out of the kindness of my heart. You two will stay here ‘til I’m done- Hey!” She said, silencing Vegeta’s impending arguments. “I wasn’t asking!”

Goku was no longer listening, he’d begun to drift toward the kitchen, mouth watering. “What’s that smell?”

“Oh, Mom started cooking the moment we heard you moving around up there.”

“If you’ll excuse me…”

Bulma snagged Goku by the collar and halted his rapid progress. “Hold it right there, mister! She said she’d call us when everything was ready.”

“Aww, come on Bulma!”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and dismissed himself from their idiotic argument, heading into the living room where he felt Whis and Kibito Kai. They were seated comfortably on the cushy furniture, in the middle of a conversation that ended as soon as he walked into the room. At seeing the youngest Kai’s sheepish expression Vegeta couldn’t help a little jab. “So,” he said with a slightly mocking edge. “Did you decide to let us live on your own or did Whis thump you?”

Whis politely hid his smile behind his teacup, letting Kibito Kai answer however he liked. “A little bit of both actually. Even if I did change my mind again, as you can see-” Lightning fast he fired an energy blast from his finger in Vegeta’s direction, and just as quickly it was caught harmlessly in a suddenly-present Goku’s fist. Vegeta didn’t even flinch and Goku seemed amused.

“It’s a little late for that now,” Kibito Kai laughed. “Despite my initial fears I’m eager to get to work.”

Vegeta shrugged. “I have some thoughts but it’s nothing that can’t wait until after lunch.”

“Oh, of course! I’m sorry, I’ll bet you’re starving, with your current condit-”

Whis gave him a quick shove with his elbow to stop that sentence as Bulma came into the room wondering where the hell Goku had gone in mid-rant. Kibito Kai took the hint quickly enough and Vegeta gave Whis a quick nod in thanks.

The world spun a bit and Vegeta thunked down hard on a couch. Almost no one seemed to notice. Goku turned to him sharply. What was that?

//You know these pregnancies drain me. I’m going to have to start eating as much and as often as you do. And I’m going to get tired like this sometimes, especially if I don’t eat regularly. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong with the children. I’ve found that my body puts their needs first; just because I’m in bad shape doesn’t mean they are as well.//

Vegeta could feel Goku’s muscles coiling to run into the kitchen and demand something for him to eat, but he didn’t want it. //Don’t fucking do it, Kakarot!//

It’s not a problem. If I tell her why she’ll fork over the food-

//That’s exactly what I want to avoid!//

What the… Why?! Why don’t you want to tell anyone?

//Leaving aside the fact that I don’t want that kind of attention right now? The younger children know about their brothers and sisters, but Trunks and Goten do not. Don’t you think they deserve to hear it from me before everyone else knows?//

Then let’s go tell them. Yes, right now. I mean it, Vegeta. Maybe this is one of those Saiyan things, but… just thinking about keeping this a secret makes my chest feel all tight. If we’re not just going to stay hidden like you did before then everyone has to know that I’m your mate and you’re carrying my children, and they have to know now!

He felt Vegeta in his thoughts, searching and curious, if a more than a little annoyed. In the end Vegeta found that Goku was right, this was yet another of those long-lost imperatives buried in their blood. Even Vegeta had to admit this one made a painful kind of sense. During times of weakness it was his mate’s job to keep him protected, and knowing just how strong that mate was would make an opportunistic challenger think twice if he was caught without his mate around. //You’re right. Damn it all, this isn’t just you being an overexcited puppy.//

Vegeta interrupted the conversations in the room with a series of curses that almost peeled the paint off the walls. When he was done he took a deep breath while Goku held his. “Woman! Kakarot and I need to leave.”

“Dammit Vegeta… I already made some calls, we’ve got company coming over! You can’t just leave now-”

“Oh, relax. We’ll be back in an hour or so. Kakarot, go get me some chips or something and we’ll go.”

“Chips? That’s not very healthy, how about some fruit-”

“I swear on everything that breathes I’m this close to putting you through a gods-damned wall Kakarot. Now go get me a fucking snack!”

Goku hopped to with a yelp and Vegeta looked to Whis with a scowl. “Are you sure I can’t kill him without dying? Can’t I kill him just a little?”

“Sorry!” Whis said brightly. “You made your choice and now you’re stuck with it!” Vegeta snorted, but beneath the typical Goku aggravation was genuine anxiety. “Vegeta?”

“It is time to tell Trunks and Goten,” he said quietly. “And then… everyone else.”

“...Ah. A wise decision, if a bit sudden. If you’d like I could take you.”

Vegeta hesitated, surprised at himself for doing so and not just refusing outright. Part of him wanted to take Whis up on it but he didn’t want to admit to his fears. “No, thank you. But… you will be here later.”

Whis was all smiles, but he brushed against Vegeta’s mind and there was nothing but support in the brief touch and the gesture was more than appreciated.

“Of course I’ll be here,” Whis said, sniffing the air in bliss. “But if you don’t hurry back I can’t guarantee there will be any food left!”

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They appeared some distance away from Goten and Trunks, just watching them for a moment. The pair were sitting on a park bench, finishing cones of ice cream and laughing at some shared joke. Friends, brothers, rivals, as it should be.

As usual Vegeta wasn’t showing any emotion but Goku could feel his anxiety over what being so exposed would mean. He frowned, beginning to regret shoving Vegeta into this so soon. “Vegeta? I can handle it, if you want to wait, I mean. I’ll try not to push it anymore.”

“It’s a little late for that now!” Goku flinched and Vegeta felt a wave of remorse from him that made Vegeta rein in his temper. “I could have said no,” he spoke, a little more softly. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

Goten and Trunks were, as always, happy to have their fathers home. With the boys looking up at them expectantly from the bench it occurred to Goku that he had no idea what to say, and neither did Vegeta.

Finally Vegeta gave up trying to think of something to say. To their surprise he took a hand from each of the boys and put them on his stomach and waited. The pair of eyes widened in unison. The feel of a child in the womb was faint but unmistakable to them now, thanks their experiences with Videl and Pan. “Dad? What is- No way!”

“Oh man, how is this possible!” Goten exclaimed, jumping up and laying the side of his head where his hand used to be.

Vegeta snorted in amusement, unable to help himself. “You can’t hear them, you know. They’ve only been in existence for a week at this point.”

Goten chuckled. “I know, but maybe they can hear me, I have to try! Helloooo, it’s your big brother! Please don’t be girls!” He continued laughing as Vegeta gave him a shove backward, bouncing him right back onto the bench where he’d started. “That means those girls, they’re yours too, right? Are there more?”

“Yes, and yes. One other girl and three boys.”

“What are they like? Can I meet them? I want to meet them right away! Hey, does this mean Trunks and I can have kids too? Can Dad?”

“They’re all very strong and very different from one another. Yes you can meet them, no, not right now, and no. The genes that let me do this are very, very rare. It’s not in your family line and the ability did not pass to Trunks.”

Vegeta sighed, weary but glad at least that Goten was taking this well. He felt Goku instantly at his side and shifted his weight to lean against him for a moment. Trunks hadn’t said a word and refused to look him in the eye. //Kakarot, I may have a problem here. Go and tell the Harpy so she’s not blindsided by this. Take Goten with you, answer their questions. I need a moment alone with my son.//

All right, I’ll be listening for you. Call me when you’re ready to go back.

Trunks didn’t watch Goten leaving with his father, he simply sat there digging his toe into the grass, seething in resentments that had been stewing for years. “You’re trying to bring back the Saiyan race here, aren’t you? That means someday your kids with Goku will find a new planet and start over again.”

“There’s more to it but that’s the general idea, yes.”

“Well… what about me? And Goten and Gohan too? Are we going to be part of this new Saiyan future of yours or were we just a failed experiment?” There was so much unhappiness, so much anger in Trunks Vegeta could feel it coming off him in waves. “Was I not good enough or something? I always tried to be strong like you. I always tried to make you proud but… I guess half-human is only half good enough.”

“My children aren’t idiots, least of all my firstborn. So stop speaking like one,” Vegeta snapped. “I want you to choose your future for yourself. Go wherever you feel most comfortable and do whatever you want. I assumed you would stay on Earth and build a life here, but only because it seems to suit you. That, and you have a lot to offer the humans. They would be far better off with you here to advance them if you follow your mother’s footsteps, or protect them if you follow in mine. If you choose to stay with your brothers and sisters, I couldn’t ask for a better example for them to follow.”

“Dad… Really? You mean it?”

“I said it, didn’t I? Trunks, you have my strength, and your mother’s ferocity and brains. And you aren’t like me, you never could be. You’re a far, far better person and I’ve always been proud of you.”

His son’s smile was slow but honest, and Vegeta knew that at least he no longer resented the existence of his brothers and sisters, or questioned his place amongst them.

“So the girls are our sisters too?”

“That’s… complicated,” Vegeta sighed, looking away from his son for the first time since they’d begun this discussion. “What I say now stays between us until Goten is older, you understand me?”

“Sure, but what could be a bigger deal than finding out your Dad had kids with another dude?” Trunks laughed, but quieted as Vegeta frowned.

“The girls are… your sisters. Not his.”

“What? That means Goku isn’t their father? I don’t understand!”

“I know,” Vegeta said wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I’ve told you all I can-”

“Dammit, no you haven’t, Dad!” Trunks exploded, startling Vegeta. “You never tell me anything, you don’t talk to me, not really. I’m fifteen, I’m not a kid anymore! Are you telling me you cheated on Goku?!”

There were smarter ways of answering but his son’s lack of faith hit him too hard. “What do you take me for? You think I could-”

A wave of dizziness passed over him and he stumbled. Trunks shot up, grabbing his arm and pulling him down onto the bench. “Dad! What’s wrong?”

“These pregnancies suck up all my energy,” Vegeta mumbled after the world stopped spinning and he’d caught his breath. “I will be fine.”

Trunks’ mind spun. “Is that why you were so tired that last time, when you told me you couldn’t see me for a while?” He waited and Vegeta nodded once, clearly hesitant. “No, that’s not all, is it? I was really worried, something in my gut said something really bad had happened to you.”

“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter now.”

“See?!” Trunks burst out. “That’s exactly the kind of crap I’m talking about! Honestly Dad, how am I supposed to know what you would and wouldn’t do? I feel like I barely even know you. You tell me all about the Saiyans as a race, but you never tell me about you. Hell, I know more about your father’s history than yours!”

“As it should be! Why the hell would I burden my own son with the stories of my life before I came here? I may not be the father you’d hoped for, but I have always wanted a better life for you than I had. Knowing just how bad that life was will not help you.”

“Maybe not. But I would choose to know my own father. If I even had a choice,” Trunks added bitterly.

Trunks’ words hit Vegeta hard. The whole point of the decisions he’d made had been to give his children choices, not take them away as his own had been. “Very well,” he said finally. “You aren’t a child anymore so I won’t treat you like one. What do you want from me?”

Trunks sat back with a sigh. He didn’t have to think about it, he had an answer ready from years of wanting. “Do you know what one of the happiest day of my life was?” At Vegeta’s ‘go on’ grunt he continued. “It was the day I realized I was the only person you were coming back to see after you’d dropped off the map. No one knew where you were, where you had gone, but I knew. I didn’t know how much I really meant to you before then. And I started to wonder what else I don’t know. I just… want to talk to you, Dad. Get to know you better, that’s all.”

Vegeta was silent for a long moment and Trunks began to sweat, wondering if he’d gone too far, shared - or asked for - too much. When he heard his father’s voice again it was quiet, but still enough to make him jump.

“I was truly not the son my father wished for.” Trunks gaped at him openly. “Oh, I had all the power he could have dreamed of in an heir but the king was… a hard man and expected far more of me than just power. I believe that his intentions were good; he wanted me strong and ruthless enough to rule a powerful and strong-willed people. And I didn’t come close to meeting his expectations. On occasion I put the needs of others above my own. He hated that, said I was too soft to be a real King.” Vegeta chuckled to see Trunks still gaping at him. “I know. Difficult to believe. He tried his best to beat it out of me, but he failed.”

“The way you were… that’s him failing? Jeez!”

“Not quite. My life under Freeza’s boot is what finally changed me into the man you know now. I have learned many lessons the hard way. Maybe… if I share some of those lessons with you, you can have a less painful life.”

“...Dad? You mean it?”

Vegeta was suddenly lightheaded. He knew from experience that he’d pushed himself too far on too few resources and was on borrowed time as far as consciousness went. “Yes, I really mean it. We will talk. But only while we train! Now, if you don’t mind, I need to eat. Immediately.” //Kakarot. Come get me. Now.//

Goku and Goten were there before him a few seconds later and Vegeta rose, took a step and the world tilted and began to go grey. Goku’s suddenly frightened gaze was the last thing he saw.

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Next: In adjusting to a new phase of life Goku takes drastic measures to teach Vegeta a lesson.

I’ll be starting a series of shorts pretty soon, things that will give the story depth that I couldn’t fit in the main storyline (for example, why doesn’t Vegeta ever say ‘I love you’ back?). They’ll be in this universe, though at least some of them can be read as stand-alone stories and they’ll all be complete stories in themselves, no WIPs.

ZeoViolet: Man, I honestly don’t know what to feel about all the craziness coming out of Super right now. But that father/son Galick Gun kicked major ass! :D Sorry for the wait, but I think I’ve been able to get some good material written during the break, so thank you for hanging in there!
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