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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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Dependence (def.): the quality or state of being influenced or determined by or subject to another

Vegeta held his head for a moment, waiting for the curious dizzy spell to pass. When it did he saw something he wanted, held out for him like a gift.

Cinnamon toast was Vegeta’s favorite breakfast food, one of the few sweets he enjoyed. He remembered that he hadn’t wanted to take it before, but couldn’t think of why he shouldn’t now. He stretched forward the few inches to the proffered treat, taking a bite. It was just the way he liked it, with big dots of melted butter and the perfect ratio of cinnamon to sugar.

He was disappointed when he finished the last bite, licking the last of the butter and sugar off Goku’s fingers. By the time he’d eaten it all his body urgently reminded him that he hadn’t used the restroom yet this morning. He felt dirty too, after the children had left yesterday evening he’d been too tired to get in the shower.

Again Goku moved in response to the things he was feeling, helping him to the restroom and leaving him there to use the facilities while he cleaned up again. The sound of the bath being filled surprised him for a moment, but before he knew it Goku’s hands were pulling his clothing from his body. Warm, calloused hands ushered him gently into the large tub, and they just as gently bathed and massaged him until his eyes began to drift shut.

When he awoke he was back in bed, head resting on Goku’s shoulder. He was still naked and Goku was shirtless, giving him a wonderful view. The steady beat of the heart under his ear mirrored his own and he let himself be lulled by it, hoping the moment would last. Goku’s scent and warmth were pleasant, and the power he could feel contained in that hard, muscular body aroused him as it always did.

Goku shifted out from under him and a hot, wet mouth closed over one of his nipples. He arched into the warmth and suction, whimpering when teeth began to worry the sensitive flesh. That was all it took to set his body ablaze. They hadn’t had the opportunity to make love in almost a week and he needed this closeness badly.

The fingers teasing his other nipple moved swiftly to his cock he cried out just at the touch. The mouth that had been working his nipple moved to his, tongue pressing desperately into his mouth. A few strokes were all that was needed and Goku tasted his cries as he came.

Vegeta shivered in the aftermath and he kept that tongue in his mouth entertained, reluctant to end the kiss. Goku’s still-hard length pressed against the side of his thigh and he whimpered again, nipped at Goku’s lip hoping to tempt him into more. It had been too long since he’d felt Goku filling him, moving inside him and the desire for it made his breath hitch. Goku’s mouth finally left his and Vegeta felt his weight shift away, leaving again. Disappointment and loneliness crept in once more and it hurt, but he could take it. At least he’d gotten as much as he had.

But just as he’d given up on getting what he truly needed Goku was back again, settling between his thighs and Vegeta gasped as a slick finger pressed against his opening. He arched into it eagerly, tail curling around Goku’s waist as if it was trying to stop him from changing his mind.

He heard a chuckle before another finger carefully joined the first. He hissed but convinced his muscles to relax quickly enough, eager for more. Another of those chuckles and he growled in annoyance. The fingers slowly withdrew and something larger took their place. There was that flash of anxiety that sometimes happened before Goku entered his body, and he felt Goku soothing it away, taking enough control over his body to make him take a deep breath.

Goku pressed into him as he exhaled, breaching the tight ring with the head of his cock, intent on waiting for him to adjust but Vegeta had other plans. He yanked Goku’s hips forward with his tail, forcing a sharp cry out of both of them.

It hurt but he knew Goku wouldn’t let the pain last. He needed this, hadn’t realized how badly he needed this and Goku’s restraint needed no other reason than that to abandon them to their desires. The pain couldn’t stand for long against the bliss that followed, lighting up every nerve in Vegeta’s body with pleasure. It felt so fucking good to have Goku inside him again, taking up all the space he was due in both his body and mind. Heat pooled and coiled too soon and Vegeta knew he was close. In the last few seconds he reached out, pulled Goku down to him and brought them back to the kiss they’d shared earlier. The touch of their tongues sliding together ignited an explosion that left them both shuddering.

Goku’s heavy body collapsed onto him and he loved the feeling of being pressed down into the bed, his drained body lulled to sleep once more by the feeling of warmth, caring and the soul-deep contentment he could feel from his mate.

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It was the food again when Vegeta awoke in the morning. The same array of breakfast staples mixed with special treats offered him by hand. Ravenous hunger made the former disappear, the pure pleasure of Goku’s thoughtfulness and care polished off the latter.

He began to feel restless when it was done. He found himself being taken to the restroom once more, then carried downstairs into the gravity room. Hands were there to help keep him stable as he adjusted to the increased gravity, and they released him once he acclimated, though they he could feel they hadn’t gone far.

What training he was able to do was overseen by watchful eyes, concerned but never judging, never mocking him for his decline in strength. There were snacks when he tired, a few flattened but delicious sandwiches and water from a container Bulma had designed for use here. He hadn’t been in as long as he liked which usually meant an uncomfortable nap on a hard floor. But hands bore him to something soft for a rest, eliminating the need to leave the chamber for a comfortable sleep.

For a few moments he lay there, alone and unhappy. Without thought he called out, and a warm body snuggled behind him, wrapped around him and he sighed in contentment.

Time went on like that, its passage unmarked because it didn’t need to be. His mate’s hands saw to every need he had, more often than not before he even knew he had them. On those rare occasions when his needs weren’t immediately met, a quick request brought those capable hands along with whatever he needed.

He got used to the attention. And without his conflicting thoughts to get in the way, he even began to enjoy it.

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Once Goku was satisfied that he couldn’t hear the constant whirl of Vegeta’s thoughts anymore he eased up on Vegeta’s neck, giving the reddened skin a lick before he withdrew. Vegeta’s eyes were unfocused, unconcerned by anything and Goku took a deep breath, ready to test his work once more. What he was doing was similar to what Vegeta did to him sometimes, he just had to work out the nuances. If this second try didn’t take, he would just keep trying until it did.

He picked up a slice of that toast again, brought it within a couple of inches of Vegeta’s lips and held his breath in anticipation. Vegeta looked at it strangely for a moment, and then Goku couldn’t believe his eyes. Sharp teeth crunched almost delicately down on the toast. Vegeta hummed in appreciation and Goku’s heart skipped a beat out of pure elation. Then it skipped another out of pure arousal when Vegeta started licking at his fingers.

The shock sent a jolt straight to his groin, but thankfully Vegeta didn’t notice, too intent on enjoying his dessert. Goku quickly picked up the last piece and offered it while trying not to be distracted by Vegeta’s naked thighs as he knelt on the bed, only half-covered by the large shirt he was wearing. It had been too long since they’d last made love and he badly missed burying himself in Vegeta’s body.

He shook his head to stop his thoughts from going too far down that road. He had to be careful to stick to what Vegeta needed when he needed it. In this state Vegeta wouldn’t refuse him anything, wouldn’t fight back if he didn’t like what Goku was doing to him. Goku was a good person, but his desire for his mate truly knew no bounds and worse, with their power imbalance damaging him or the lives within him was a real possibility if he lost control.

He was playing with fire, putting Vegeta inside one of his greatest fears. Just a single slip on his part could turn this exercise into the worst betrayal Vegeta had ever suffered.

Vegeta was licking his fingers clean again. That talented tongue lapped at his fingertips in a completely innocent way that made Goku think nothing but wildly sexual thoughts. ‘What the hell did I get myself into…’ Goku lamented. Thankfully Vegeta needed something different and Goku was grateful for the change in venue. Vegeta displayed no surprise or consternation when Goku lifted him from the bed and took him into the large bathroom, dropping him off in the smaller toilet area. Goku left him there to give him some privacy while he happily sped the breakfast cleanup along with gratuitous use of Instant Transmission.

While he was downstairs Goku stripped down one of the spare beds of all but the fitted sheet and carried the soft foam mattress into the gravity room. Spending time in it under as much pressure as he could take was extremely important to Vegeta and it was only a matter of time before he would want to go back in. Even when he couldn’t train properly it helped his body stay as strong as it could, and though Goku knew Vegeta wasn’t certain if the increased gravity was a catalyst in the formation of the children’s tails he wasn’t about to stop to find out.

Vegeta almost always pushed himself too far, making the coming and going too tiring for him. Now at least he could rest in comfort if he wanted to stay in after he’d burned through his available energy.

Once that was done it was back upstairs once more to start filling up the tub, water as hot as he could get it because that was how Vegeta most liked it. As he tested the water the realization hit him that he’d have to give Vegeta a bath. Have to take his shirt off, put him in the tub and clean that tan, lithe body with his own hands - without molesting him.

He slumped into his arm with a groan, wondering what shade of brilliant blue his balls were going to be by the end of this day.

But it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Vegeta’s relaxation was contagious, and enjoying that feeling kept Goku from the temptation of taking advantage of him. When Vegeta unsurprisingly fell asleep under his ministrations Goku took enough control to keep him that way while he got him ready for bed. Halfway through the process he noticed that even though he was asleep Vegeta’s tail sought out and wrapped around some part of him whenever he was within range.

He was glad Vegeta was so far under. The stupid grin wouldn’t leave his face. He couldn’t help curling around him for a nap. He pressed his hand to Vegeta’s abdomen, sensing all he could from the lives there. Vegeta had said it wouldn’t be long now until they began to develop awareness.

He fell asleep, and it was Vegeta’s arousal that woke him. Heart in his throat he dug a little deeper to make sure it wasn’t wishful thinking on his part and found how neglected Vegeta had been feeling in addition to how on edge he was. They’d been together, side by side almost every day for two years, and now suddenly they spent more time apart than together. Oh, Vegeta understood and accepted the current limitations of their situation, but it seemed to be hurting him nonetheless. And he’d never broken his silence, wouldn’t have ever let on because he didn’t consider his own feelings important enough to do anything about.

‘Well,’ Goku thought, shifting out from underneath his needy mate. ‘If I do this right you’ll never think this way again.’

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As Goku settled into the new role he’d made for himself he could hardly believe how much he enjoyed it. Vegeta, the other half of his soul was pregnant with his children and he finally had a role beyond conception.

When he returned control to Vegeta, if he reverted back to his wholly self-sustaining ways Goku would have to respect it, but knew he’d be heartbroken.

For years his friends, family, and people of Earth believed him to be their last line of defense, the only one who could take on untold dangers and protect them no matter the cost. They tended to forget that his greatest victories had not been his alone. But even so their reliance, the responsibility of their trust had weighed on him.

When they fought together Vegeta treated him as a strong and capable fighter; they moved as one, trusted one another without question. But the rest of the time Vegeta watched over him, guarded his well-being like an unsleeping sentry. He’d always done so, even before their relationship had begun. Goku smiled to himself, remembering Vegeta trying to yell some sense into him time and time again, stepping in between him and a killing blow with the declaration that he alone had the right to kill Kakarot.

The way Vegeta cared for him felt… wonderful. And it felt even better to finally return the favor.

He could only hope Vegeta would agree with him when this experiment ended.

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Goku stole out of the gravity room with an armful of dishes, being as quiet as possible so as not to wake his sleeping mate on his way out. As he was putting them into the dishwasher a light tap at the back door caught his attention.

Goku frowned. Whis knew what he was trying to do, he wouldn’t have come unless it was urgent. He waved Whis in and the graceful master joined him in the kitchen with a smile.

“Hey Whis! It feels like it’s been forever.”

“It’s only been a week! Things must be going well.”

“I hope so, but I won’t know ‘til I let him go.”

“How much longer are you going to keep him under like this?”

The question didn’t sit well with Goku, he wasn’t sure himself and said as much. “He’s used to having me help him now. I guess I could stop but…” He sighed. The truth was that he just really, really enjoyed having Vegeta finally leaning on him. “Maybe I’m just being selfish at this point. But I’ll worry about that later. What’s up, is something wrong?”

“Thankfully no. I’m sorry for interrupting but I’ve got a chance here to do something that might be helpful. I have limited time though. It’s about the other Saiyans.”

“Whis, you know how badly Vegeta wants to go find them, it’s dangerous! If you start looking into this now I’m not going to be able to keep him from going!”

“I know. But I honestly think this will be our best chance for a good introduction to them,” Whis persisted.

“He’s too weak, I had no idea how tired he really was until now. I’m scared to let him out of my sight. It wouldn’t be safe!” Goku protested stubbornly.

“He’s only physically weak, and even at that he’s far stronger than any run of the mill threats that might pop up. If he’s not with you he’ll be with me and no one is going to lay a hand on him, I won’t allow it. Emotionally and mentally he’s stronger than he’s ever been. If you understand that then you should also understand how difficult it has been for him to be stuck here with you gone and your people out there somewhere. Quite frankly it would be unfair of you to keep him from it just because you’re afraid of what will happen when you don’t have him all to yourself anymore.”

Goku’s eyes widened and he spluttered, “Hey, that’s not-”

Whis sighed. “It is true. It’s been the two of you, sharing a strong bond as the last two full-blooded Saiyans for a long time and it’s difficult to give that up.” Goku flushed, embarrassed and Whis’ tone softened. “Trust me, I do understand. Don’t be afraid, Goku. Nothing is going to pull him from your side.”

“...I don’t know if I believe that, but all right. I’ll go along with this. What are you going to do?”

“I can’t tell you that, then it wouldn’t be a surprise!”

“Fine,” Goku said, chuckling in spite of himself. Though he would never be as close to Whis or understand him as well as Vegeta did, these past few weeks had seen them spending more time alone together than ever before. And the more he got to know their new attendant for who he truly was - not the aloof creature he’d become in order to survive Beerus - the less he was threatened by his and Vegeta’s close friendship. “Go be mysterious in Universe 6 for a while. Make sure to get ‘em good and confused! I’ll see you when you get back, and be careful.”

“Always!”

Whis left him after a reassuring pat on the shoulder and Goku was left alone with his swirling thoughts. Whis had seen straight through him, easily and correctly guessing his fear. If Vegeta was going to bring back a full-blooded Saiyan people to their universe he would need their Universe 6 counterparts.

Objectively Vegeta was special, possessing both royal blood and a rare and exceptional genetic birthright. What if these new Saiyans demanded a price for their help? He knew Vegeta would be willing to pay almost anything to ensure his people’s future… Could they force Vegeta from his side? In truth, he was frightened of losing his mate.

‘Wait, what was that…’ Goku’s eyes flew wide open as he realized his mistake all at once. He wheeled around as fast as he could.

To attempt to control one as strong-willed as Vegeta meant staying on guard at all times, and he’d just allowed himself to become distracted for too long a time. Cursing, he sprinted back to the gravity room but it was too late, Vegeta’s mind had already slipped from his grasp. His first thought was to reassert control as quickly as possible, but Vegeta’s anger was stirring and he thought better of it.

Anger was a friend to Vegeta, rage had been his constant, bolstering companion during the worst times in a pain-filled and difficult life. Even though he’d found other paths to strength in recent years that anger was still a part of him. Letting it out was a need as well, and Goku had to meet it as thoroughly as he’d met every other need Vegeta had over the past week.

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Vegeta’s eyes fluttered open. Morning light shone through the thick glass of the portals in the gravity room. He was alone again, and something was different. Somewhere in his mind the wheels of thought now had the freedom to begin turning. He tried to shake off the strange haze, and was partly successful. Sluggishly he was able to put some of what Goku was doing to him together. Goku had completely muffled his conscious mind. He was reading his needs, meeting them before Vegeta could say anything, in some cases before he even knew what he needed.

Slow alarm began to build, simmering into a slow-burning rage. Goku had subjugated his very thoughts, turned him into a mindless animal. And for what, to what end? To punish him for keeping his own counsel in the first place? To get off on seeing him so debased?

He growled, letting his anger swell and using it to further focus him as he staggered out of bed, his palms pressing into his eyes. He remembered eating from Goku’s hand, remembered licking the remains of his favorite foods from Goku’s fingers. More than anything he hated the pleasure he’d gotten from performing such shameful acts, hated just how good it had felt to be so completely attended to.

The door to the gravity room swished open and shut and he turned to face the one who he trusted above all others, the one who had used that trust to bring him so low. Submitting this thoroughly… it was what Gohan and many others had desired of him, what he could never allow himself to become. He had to fight, had to stay strong so Goku wouldn’t be afraid to lean on him, would never see him as a weak, pathetic thing that existed only to be ruled and protected.

“What have you done, Kakarot?” he growled, low and slow. The energies inside him grew, feeding off his anger and humiliation. “What did you do to me?!”

This time it was a thundering yell and thanks to his intense anger Vegeta broke through into his Super Saiyan form easily, but he could go no further. Goku was fast, suddenly behind him, arms wrapped tightly around his chest. He twisted, struggled but it was futile.

He was no match for his own mate.

Goku held all the godly power between them and he… did not. Vegeta yelled out again in frustration. He was weak, how was he supposed to fight to prove that he wasn’t?

He felt the telltale energies of Transmission and knew Goku had taken them far from home. Goku’s control over his mind eased further. Shield our children.

Despite his anger Vegeta did so just in time to feel Goku beginning to bleed energy off into his body. Vegeta gasped as it began to pour into him, feeling strength returning to his muscles, feeling his ki rising higher and higher. For the first time in over a month he was able to take on a form beyond Super Saiyan and he did so with a roar of triumph. Goku shoved away from him, matching him in his Blue form and Vegeta wasted no time in attacking. They couldn’t maintain this for long without the god energy posing a danger to the children within him but he would use that time to the fullest.

How good it felt to be fighting in earnest again, to have his fist collide with Goku’s body hard enough to cause a real jolt. He reveled in his injuries received as well, missing the cleansing pain of battle. Goku fought him with equal strength, not pulling his punches in the slightest. His mate knew him, trusted in him to keep their children inside him protected from harm no matter what.

In a flurry of movements Vegeta pushed Goku back, back and knocked him into a cliff wall, feeling genuine surprise and awe from his mate. ‘Yes, never forget I am a match for you, my Kakarot! Remember that only I can give you what you truly need!’

Goku’s answering joy matched his own and they continued to fight, the energy of battle singing through them both.

But it couldn’t last, Vegeta realized he was nearing the end of his ability to keep the intensely powerful god ki away from his unborn children. Goku nodded, meeting him gently on the ground again and Vegeta released it to return to his mate.

Immediately he groaned, slumping to the ground as Goku took the powerful ki into his own body once more. The prince pounded the dirt weakly, cursing the heaviness of his limbs, the noticeable drain of energy that it took just to keep him upright.

The frustration was tearing Vegeta apart. When he looked up it was into the compassionate eyes of his mate now kneeling with him on the ground. The lingering threads of compulsion fled and Vegeta’s mind was once again wholly free. He gave in to a sudden urge, reaching out to shove his palms against Goku’s eyes.

//Why?! Why the fuck do you have to see me this way?! Don’t look at me, don’t see me until I’m strong again!//

Goku gently grasped his wrists and pulled his hands away. I’ve never needed eyes to see you. And I have never, ever questioned your strength, my love.

“Don’t call me that! I am not what you made me, so help me-”

Stop it. You don’t have to threaten me, you don’t have to prove anything to me. It’s too late, it’s already happened Vegeta. The thing you most fear: a complete loss of control. You were in my arms, unable to keep me from doing anything I wanted to you.

“Anything…” Vegeta whispered. Weakness - even the appearance of it invited abuse, it always had… but not this time.

I’m never going to abuse you because I see only strength in your weakest moments, Vegeta. I always have. Your father was wrong, you aren’t soft. You don’t have to be immune to everyone around you to be respected, least of all me. You don’t have to be afraid of me or what I’m going to do to you. But deep down you knew that already. The fear isn’t all that’s bothering you, is it?

As he spoke Goku reached out a hand to Vegeta’s shocked expression, fingers cupping his cheek, his thumb stroking across parted lips. Memory jolted Vegeta and his eyes closed as he gasped. He remembered pressing his tongue against that thumb, collecting a stubborn grain of rice that had separated itself from a particularly delicious piece of sushi. A flush of heated embarrassment filled him and he groaned, trying to fight off the jolt of arousal that had accompanied it.

Goku’s thumb moved to make way for his lips, and his hand on Vegeta’s sensitive tail cut off any protest. Why are you so ashamed of how good you feel when you let me take care of you? Should I be ashamed when you do things just to make me happy? Or when I get into something over my head and you step in to help me? When you make hard decisions just to protect my feelings does that mean I’m weak?

He kissed his way down Vegeta’s body, pressing him to the ground as he gave a shaky denial. “That’s different, I- I don’t know how else to care for you!”

Goku smirked, capturing resistant hands by the wrists and pinning them to one side of Vegeta’s body. So fierce, so intelligent, but so gods-damned stubborn and Goku wouldn’t have it any other way. Do you remember what you did to me yesterday, Vegeta? I barely managed to keep control over you. Do you remember how it made me feel?

A shuddering moan and a flare of arousal were all the answer Goku needed. Should I hide from you after you take me apart like that? Make me feel so good I can’t even remember my own name, when all I can do is lay there shivering in your arms when it’s over?

He began to tease Vegeta’s cock with his tongue, licking lightly from base to tip and back again, pressing his tongue to the tip and tasting the fluid collecting there as Vegeta strained against him to get more. His whimpers turned into cries as he began to stroke the smooth fur of his tail more firmly and fully. Well? Should I be ashamed of what you do to me, Vegeta?

//No! You are… beautiful like that...//

And so are you Vegeta. So are you. I’m going to come just from watching you.

“K- Kakarot… I can’t do this, this can’t be me!” Vegeta cried helplessly.

Yes it can, with me and only with me! Just say it, Vegeta, everything you need, anything you want… I’ll give it all to you!

“Let me come, just let me- ah!” Vegeta finally pleaded.

Goku’s fingers tightened on his tail stopping just short of the point of pain and he finally took Vegeta completely into his mouth and that was all it took. Vegeta came with a ragged cry, fingers spasming in Goku’s hair. He hadn’t been bluffing or just saying pretty things, Goku followed a few seconds later, his seed splattering against the inside of his pants. He grunted, trembling and riding Vegeta out before slowly releasing his softening member.

He rested his head against the inside of one of Vegeta’s thighs while they both caught their breath. He took it as a good sign that Vegeta left one hand where it was, fingers running lightly through his hair. Even after their breathing had returned to normal the silence stretched on and Goku began to get nervous.

“Umm… Vegeta…?

“Shut up.”

“But I’m nervous and you made my pants all icky-”

“I said shut up. I’m trying to get angry.”

It was Goku’s turn to follow orders, counting the quiet seconds as they turned into minutes.

Vegeta’s mind spun quickly, ticking off the sins and horrific acts Goku had committed, trying to work up the anger he was certain he should be feeling. ‘He took over my mind. Used me, betrayed my trust, turned me into that same creature they all wanted me to be, too weak to even have a will of my own.’

But it was no use, his assertions reeked of a dishonesty that he couldn’t ignore.

If Freeza had been able to break him, if Gohan had succeeded in taking him away… They would have stripped him of his dignity, used him for his strength, his birthright or simply to fuel their own power. And for their own desires they would have made him crawl, made him bleed, made him beg.

The worst Goku had done was show him that if he needed something, if he asked for anything it would be freely, quickly and joyfully given.

‘He took care of me, gave me everything I needed and never abused me.’ The fact that sex had been involved only when Vegeta needed it was not lost on the prince.

A smile curled Goku’s lips as yet another minute passed without any rage coming to fruition.

“Shit,” Vegeta growled. Goku felt him ‘give;’ it was as close to ‘you were right and I was wrong’ as he ever got from Vegeta.

Goku tried to be gracious about it but he was too happy. Vegeta reached down and flicked him right between the eyes for gloating too loudly. “So how is this supposed to work now? Do I sit around and wait for you to do everything for me?”

Vegeta sounded so unsure of himself, and Goku rushed to reassure him. “Of course not. But from now on you tell me how you’re feeling and let me do something about it if I can. Promise me you’ll do that and I promise I won’t shut your brain down again.” A moment of thought, and of remembering how easily - and beautifully - Vegeta had taken to the exercise. “…Unless,” he added almost shyly, “you ask me to. I don’t have to put you that far under, you know.”

Goku’s eyebrows rose in surprise and more than a little excitement to feel a flush of embarrassed arousal come from Vegeta. As far as he was concerned, the day couldn’t possibly get any better. He smiled, rested his head again and happily gave himself over to the sun’s warmth and the gentle scalp massage he was getting, ignoring his icky pants and listening to the white noise of Vegeta’s thoughts. As much as he teased his mate about thinking too much, he’d missed the sound.

He hadn’t realized he’d dozed off until an hour later, waking to those fingers still stroking his head. Vegeta hadn’t moved either; it couldn’t have been comfortable to lay that way for so long but Vegeta did things like that for him.

“...Kakarot?”

“Yes?” ‘Say it say it say it say it…’

“I, uh… I could… use a snack. And I’m a little tired.”

Goku managed to not jump up and dance around in his elation. Somehow. But his elation was very real, and very deep. He gave his children a kiss by way of Vegeta’s stomach, silently promising them that he would be there for them and their Daddy both from now on. Vegeta was next, his cheeks still hot with new embarrassment from pushing out the request. The kiss was slow, just a touch of lips but it was Vegeta that deepened it and tentatively opened up to voice another request.

It wasn’t easy to pull away but Goku did it with a last nip to that soft lower lip. “Home and food first,” he said, a world of pleasurable promise in his voice. “Then the rest.”

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Next up: Vegeta decides that it's time to meet Gohan, and Goku doesn’t take it well.

I’ll have to do RR soon, I’m getting run off the computer. Gotta love the holidays!
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