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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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The Gift

“I’m not laughing, Vegeta,” Goku growled.

“I can see that.” In fact it wasn’t difficult at all to see what was happening even without all of their bond. Goku’s erection pressing into his hip, the hard thrum of adrenaline pounding through him… ‘I’m going to have to fuck him or fight him, he’s too wound up for anything else,’ Vegeta thought. He knew which avenue he preferred, though he wished he wasn’t too tired for both. Goku’s closeness and the fine sheen of sweat that beaded his bare chest despite the coolness of the room had Vegeta’s own heart pounding in anticipation.

Without breaking eye contact Vegeta slipped one hand easily into the waistband of the loose pants Goku was wearing, grasping painfully hard flesh - making Vegeta wonder how long Goku had been in this state - and watching intently as Goku drew in a shuddering breath.

//I was yours when I left here. That hasn’t changed. If you need to prove it to yourself, I’m not going anywhere.// Vegeta wasn’t surprised when Goku pulled him from the wall only to turn him around and shove him back up against it. Yet another pair of his pants died a violent death as Goku tore them from his body.

A shudder ran through his smaller body, breath hitching as Goku’s hands slid under his shirt to rake over his nipples. Goku buried his face in the soft skin at Vegeta’s neck, inhaling his scent.

A growl escaped him as he caught a whiff of his son. It was faint, Gohan hadn’t touched him. But it still shouldn’t have been there. Vegeta shouldn’t have been wearing any other scent but Goku’s own.

To Vegeta’s surprise Goku had the presence of mind to slick himself with the lube on the nightstand before pushing into him in one smooth stroke. While Vegeta had braced himself for Goku to fuck him without even that courtesy the sudden entry burned sharply and he hissed in pain. It was a small sound but Goku heard it. The animal fierceness seemed to let him go long enough to see to Vegeta’s comfort, stroking up his sides, circling around his hip to take that half-hard length in his hand, pumping and teasing until it stood at attention once more. It wasn’t until Vegeta’s tail circled his waist that an arm tightened around his waist, lifting him higher for better leverage.

That wildness returned as suddenly it had fled, taking them both by surprise. Goku pulled almost all the way out, slamming forward again at a strength that - even now - only Vegeta could take. In a blind haze he took his anxieties out on Vegeta’s body, trying desperately to reassure himself that Vegeta had fully returned to him, that Vegeta still belonged to him body and soul.

And he did. He proved it each time he yielded to every push of his body, every push of his thoughts. Moving with him as he always did, letting him in so perfectly, so completely it was beyond pleasure. Vegeta was clawing at the wall under his fingers, calling his name over and over again and they both felt the end approaching. Vegeta’s body tightened around his cock and Goku couldn’t help sinking his teeth into the tan, sweat-slick skin that Vegeta offered to him.

With the roar of his name on Vegeta’s lips his release splattered against the wall, the contractions of his muscles around Goku’s length finishing him as well in a blinding orgasm. Not quite ready to let go of that surprisingly smooth skin Goku worried it between his teeth as he came down, enjoying the effect it had on Vegeta, the shivers it sent through his entire body. After a minute he finally let it go with a few final licks only to nuzzle against that same skin, breathing in as he’d done earlier. This time he smelled only Vegeta and himself, as it should be and he sighed in deep satisfaction.

Reluctantly he let himself slip from the warmth of his mate’s body only to lift his tired body in strong arms, carrying them both the few steps to the bed. They were both on their way to dozing by the time they tumbled into bed.

It was more than an hour later that Goku awoke with Vegeta curled on his side facing away from him, but pressed tightly against his side. He hummed in pleasure for a moment before coming fully awake in shock. He had almost no memory of how they’d gotten there.

He frowned. In the early days before he and Vegeta had bonded he remembered very little of their encounters. But it hadn’t happened that way since he’d learned to control himself-

Until now.

He remembered waiting anxiously for Vegeta to return, remembered having a pounding headache and… nothing but a few bits and pieces until a few minutes ago. And what little he could remember was confusing.

Vegeta stirred in response to his flailing emotions. “Kakarot?”

Goku stroked him gently down his side, urging him to uncurl and turn over to face him. Though he hadn’t done any damage he felt the twinges of pain in his backside as Vegeta moved, more intense than they should have been. “Vegeta? What did I… What happened?”

“What, were you not here?” Vegeta asked in a sleep-roughened voice. “I didn’t let the mailman fuck me, did I?”

“Actually… I don’t remember what happened after you came home,” Goku admitted nervously. “That’s not normal, is it?”

Vegeta cracked his eyes open, looking up at him for a few moments and remembering all he’d felt from the normally gentle Earth Saiyan when he’d returned from his meeting with Gohan. Confusion, anger that bordered on hatred… Vegeta sighed and closed his eyes again, snuggling back down.

The problem was a simple one that went back to the day Goku had rescued him from Gohan. Goku had had two choices that day, the same as he had now: kill or forgive. But the days of instinct over morality were long gone; Goku couldn’t kill his own son. Nor was he ready or able yet to forgive. Vegeta had made him talk to his son once before and it had ended up doing more harm than good because Goku simply hadn’t been ready.

‘I won’t make that mistake again.’ He’d do what he could to facilitate their meeting but he was done trying to force it.

Goku felt Vegeta hesitate, and rather than fill him in on the last few hours as he expected his mate just shrugged. “No one has bonded this way hundreds of years. We have no idea what ‘normal’ is. But I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about; it’s not like you’ve never blanked out before.”

“Maybe,” Goku said, sounding unconvinced. For a moment he thought about asking Whis if he knew anything about his blackout but quickly decided against it. ‘Maybe it won’t happen again. It was probably just a fluke…’ Goku thought, wanting so badly to let it go, eager to stop all the terrible feelings that went along with thinking so deeply about his son. He said nothing for so long Vegeta began to doze off again, but a quiet voice brought his attention back. “You were upset when you went. Angry, even a little anxious. But after a while I felt you start to relax. You’re starting to be fond of him again. You don’t have to work at not hating him anymore.”

“No, I don’t. And you shouldn’t either. The man he is now… he’s truly your son, more so than he’s ever been. I don’t think this will end for you until you see that for yourself.”

“All I can see is… him hurting you.”

Irritation flared and Vegeta opened his mouth, prepared to let loose and tell his mate to suck it the fuck up and deal with his son, but he made the mistake of looking at him first. His mouth closed on the words at how gods-damned lost Goku looked and felt. The desire to protect Goku’s emotions completely sapped his irritation and something softer took its place, answering instead.

//I know. But if I can learn to see him differently so can you.//

“Are you… going to see him again?”

Goku’s heart dropped at Vegeta’s slight flinch. “I have to. He’s your son, he’s one of the only Saiyans left here and he’s the girls’ father. That secret won’t keep forever, and even if it could it wouldn’t be good for them in the long run.”

Several arguments and objections sprang up so fast they almost sent Goku into a tailspin. Vegeta frowned. This was going to be a bigger problem than he thought. He exerted enough influence to calm Goku’s raging thoughts, freeing him enough to let him move on. //It’ll keep. Just get over here and rub my back so I can nap… just a little longer....//

Yes your highness, Goku sighed, pushing Vegeta over onto his stomach and beginning to massage his lower back. I’ll run you a hot bath when you wake up too, okay?

A weary but eager agreement brushed his mind before he felt Vegeta slip into sleep. It had been so much simpler when Gohan had been a monster and Vegeta had hated him. And now that he knew the connection between Vegeta and Gohan…

“Of course I still love him, Dad.”

Goku’s head throbbed again but with a great effort he turned his thoughts from his son’s troubling intrusion into their lives. Vegeta had returned to him, and that was all that mattered.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, placing a kiss on Vegeta’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and basked in the warmth that came back to him over their bond, letting it chase away his lingering anxieties about his son for now.

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Yoo-hoo, Vegeta!

Vegeta’s eyes snapped up from the garbage reality show he’d been unable to stop watching. He and Whis rarely used direct mind to mind communication; even to Vegeta’s strong mind Whis’ voice could be overwhelming at first. For him to do it now was alarming.

//I’m here. You’re finally back… Are you close?//

I am, only a minute or two away! I was careful; I wasn’t detected. And I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would take me this long to find exactly what I needed.

//Never mind that, it’s fine. You’re back and safe, nothing else matters.//

The clear, bell-like feel of Whis’ thoughts changed a little, letting Vegeta know the ancient being was pleased at his concern.

I missed you too. And I imagine a lot has happened in my absence.

Vegeta snorted. //Yeah, that’s putting it mildly. Some good, some bad. … And some incredibly stupid. One teacher in my entire life and I’ve only ever tried to train children before this. And I go and tell Gohan I’ll train him. Brilliant, eh?//

That’s not stupid, Vegeta. In fact I’d say it’s very brave of you. I’ll be around if you need a hand but honestly I think you’ll find that you have all the expertise you need.

Whis’ praise caught Vegeta off guard and he tried his best to ignore the elder being’s amusement he pulled his thoughts back together.

//In any case I’m guessing you’re starving-//

Yes!!!

Vegeta chuckled, pushing himself out of the bed Goku had confined him to for the day. Thankfully his mate was too busy with Goten and Trunks to notice his jailbreak. //Come in. I’ll catch you up over lunch.//

That will have to wait a bit. Could you come down instead, please? I brought you a present! I think this gift is best received alone, at least at first. You can let Goku work with the children a bit longer.

Too eager and curious to move slowly Vegeta moved as quickly as he could to throw some clothes on. From there he didn’t bother going downstairs, he just opened the balcony doors and hopped over the railing to where Whis awaited in the front yard. Just seeing him lifted Vegeta’s spirits - still a strange feeling to one who had spent so much time pushing others away.

Before he could say anything to Whis’ knowing smile a small, dark-haired head peeked out from around his back. The newcomer and Vegeta both gasped at seeing the other. “Saiyan,” Vegeta breathed.

The newcomer walked out from behind Whis, a slight, short youth that radiated almost the same purity of spirit that Goku did. His armor dropped Vegeta’s jaw a little; it was so similar to the armor of his own people that pre-dated Freeza’s involvement with them.

“Yes, of course I’m Saiyan. Whis said I was needed here.”

“I’ve gotten permission from this lovely young man’s commander to borrow him for a couple of weeks,” Whis added happily. “At the end of that time we’ll need to get him home. Vegeta, this is Cabba, one of his people’s best fighters. Cabba, this is Vegeta. I’ll leave you two to get to know each other. I’m going to take Bulma up on an offer of something new for me to try!”

//Whis, a moment.//

Hm?

//I thought I would have to wait but Kakarot said you fought for me, convinced him to let you look into the other Saiyans… Why?//

Whis’ smile softened. Because you needed it, Vegeta. Friends look out for each other, isn’t that so?

He was gone with a wave and a wink at a stunned Vegeta. Cabba stood quietly for a moment as he waited nervously to be addressed, but suddenly his eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you doing here all alone, Vegeta? Where are your guards?”

Vegeta blinked, uncomprehending. He hadn’t had guards since he was a child back home, and even then they were simply for show. ‘Does he know who I really am? I’m sure Whis wouldn’t have told him…’

Cabba shook his head. “Ah, nevermind that, we need to get you someplace safe,” he said, grabbing Vegeta by the arm and trying to drag him toward the house. Bemused - and more than a little confused - Vegeta let him. “I’m a soldier but I have basic guard training. I will do my best to keep you safe until your bodyguards return but we must get you to a defensible position!”

At that Vegeta dug in his heels. “What are you- Why do I need to be guarded?”

“Why do- Vegeta, you’re a-”

Vegeta didn’t recognize the word he used, but a quick brush against Cabba’s mind told him the answer.

Child-bearer. There were others like him on this other Planet Sadla.

His shock and sudden longing grabbed Goku’s attention, stopping him short mid-pushup, dropping him painfully on his nose and tumbling the boys sitting on his back into a laughing heap. ‘What the…’ Goku frowned, rolled over and began to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Cabba hadn’t come close to letting his displeasure be fully known. “How is it you’ve been allowed to go so far from home in heat? It’s against the rules!”

‘Allowed?! Who does he think he is?!’ Vegeta thought indignantly before he could process the rest of what the boy had said. “Wait, why do you think I’m in heat?” Vegeta asked as confusion trumped anger.

“Your scent is very strong, of course. You are lucky no one else is around and that I’ve yet to reach my majority or I would have tried to hurt you myself! It’s dangerous for you to be on your own like this; you could have been… been… no, it’s too horrible to say!” Cabba finished, violently shaking his head as if to clear it. He gave up on pulling his recalcitrant charge and moved to start pushing him instead.

For his part Vegeta shuddered, hoping the boy didn’t feel it. ‘That would have been timely advice years ago, kid.’

He took a deep breath and willed the moment to pass, realizing Cabba was still fussing. ‘Oh, I’ve had it. Lecture time is fucking over,’ Vegeta thought angrily. The young man seemed to mean well so Vegeta reined in his temper. Slightly. “Well I’m not in heat, I’m actually with child right now, so stop fucking pushing me!”

To his surprise this Cabba only pushed him harder, scandalized and horrified at once over what he’d said. “Then why aren’t you in seclusion on your estate?! It’s not safe for you out in the open like this, you are too tempting a target. Do you have any idea how much some people would be willing to pay to get their hands on you and your child?!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake-” Vegeta stopped and exerted himself, pushing a small amount of ki outward in an invisible wave of force, making Cabba stumble backward. Taken aback the new Saiyan gaped at him in awe. “As you can see, I need no guards,” Vegeta said gruffly. “Now then, did Whis tell you who I am? Explain why he brought you here?”

“He didn’t tell me who you were until he introduced us. He told me there were other Saiyans in another Universe, and that we might be able to help each other, but first the Saiyans here needed information. So he brought me to you, and I see why. We obviously share a common heritage, but you are very different.”

“Yes. Starting with the fact that I’m not in heat but you seem to think I am. That tells me to stay the hell away from your planet when I actually am in heat or it might cause a fucking riot.”

Cabba blinked at him, startled. He had been sure Vegeta was in heat; he’d visited his other father’s estate enough times to know the scent. He studied Vegeta with more scrutiny. He was small, smaller than the norm for their people; at first he’d thought Vegeta as young as he was. Looking down he finally noticed the strange brown belt wrapped tightly around Vegeta’s waist. ‘Furry belt…?’ he thought for a moment in confusion before he figured it out in shock.

“Is that… do you have a tail?! We haven’t had them for… I don’t know, hundreds of years at least!”

Vegeta uncurled his tail in answer, letting Cabba have a look. “Can I touch it?” he asked, curiously.

Vegeta was about to let him but a fierce objection made him stop.

Don’t you dare!!

//He’s just a curious child! What could it hurt?//

He’s a curious teenager, and I don’t want your tail in his spank bank!

//Fine, you big baby!// “I’m afraid not. No one touches it but my mate,” he said a little reluctantly, curling his tail back around his waist.

Cabba’s first response was a disappointed sigh, but then Vegeta’s words sank in. “You have a mate?” Cabba asked in surprise.

“What? You don’t mate often either?”

“We do, it’s very common. But child-bearers don’t. They generally prefer to be free to give their attentions where they choose.”

“‘Attentions?’” Vegeta asked sharply, not liking what he was hearing. “You make it sound as though they’re whores.”

“No, nothing at all like that!” Cabba protested vehemently. “If anything what they do is more like a sacred calling than anything else. They help keep our people strong, and more than once they’ve held our society together! Because of that they’re second only to royalty in importance to us. Men and women both have to petition to court them, and each one receives around a hundred petitions in a year. It’s an honor to be chosen. It took Dad two years to be accepted,” Cabba said, scratching his cheek and blushing a little.

“Oh? Now that's interesting.” Vegeta found his own interest peaked. His own children were far stronger than the norm, if Cabba was a child of two fathers the same should apply to him; Whis surely hadn’t chosen him lightly. “Let’s see what you can do. Attack me.”

Vegeta laughed to himself as Cabba’s eyes widened in shock. “You can’t be serious! Even if I don’t kill you by accident, simply attacking a pregnant child-bearer is punishable by death!”

‘This will be good practice,’ Vegeta thought wryly. In all his years of playing at being the Prince of All Saiyans, the truth was that in his few years on Planet Vegeta he’d learned most of the intricacies of commanding others. He needed only to brush off those skills, and getting Cabba to do what he wanted without disclosing his rank would be a good start. He straightened a fraction, arms uncrossing to form fists at his sides. He raised his power level slightly, just enough for Cabba to feel it without being conscious of it. The boy moved back a step and Vegeta scowled to complete the picture. “Well,” he said softly. “It’s a good thing we’re not on your planet. Now. Attack me. And don’t insult me by using less than your full power. Insulting me… is a dangerous thing.”

Oh my gods you are so hot when you go all commanding.

//You’re not helping, Kakarot!//

Despite his reservations Cabba snapped smartly to, immediately addressing him as he would a superior officer. “Yes sir!” He struck a familiar stance before rushing at him. It quickly became apparent that his gifts were his incredible speed, and a knack for learning attacks after seeing them even once. Though he clearly hadn’t achieved a Super Saiyan state, his movements were almost as fast as Vegeta’s own. Vegeta stayed in his base form and fought back only enough to test the boy’s reflexes and power, and as they fought Vegeta smiled to feel the rapt attention of the children within him.

Vegeta, what are they doing?

//Watching my power flow the same way Húlu and Shēng did.//

Really? Wow… Think they’re gonna be fighters too?

//Definitely. Unless you get them killed by distracting me!//

Vegeta cursed, leaping backward and narrowly avoiding a fast kick after almost falling for a feint. Cabba was an incredible fighter that showed battle experience Vegeta hadn’t expected, far beyond his years.

“That’s enough!” Vegeta called, halting Cabba’s next attack. He made a flash decision, concluding that no matter what, this boy deserved to be more than he was. He could feel Goku’s approval over their bond, eager to see Cabba’s good nature rewarded. “Very good,” Vegeta said, letting a cruel smirk curl his lip. “But not strong enough to hinder my plans.”

“Sir? What… what are you talking about?” A cold chill touched Cabba’s spine. For the first time it entered his mind that this new Saiyan might not be trustworthy. But Vegeta had pushed him past his limits to the edge of exhaustion; there was nothing he could do now…

“I had Whis bring you here only to judge the strength of your fighters, and you aren’t much,” Vegeta said with a nasty smile. “I was referring to my plan to eradicate your people and take your planet for myself. Don’t worry. I’ll save your sire and your father for last, little Cabba.” He expended a little more energy than was wise to move faster than Cabba could track, lifting him off the ground by his throat before the young warrior had even registered his movement. He sneered into the boy’s shocked face. “While you listen to their screams of agony you can reflect on how you were too pathetically weak to protect them.”

Vegeta let a ball of ki build slowly in his hand, watching in almost gleeful anticipation.

There! He’s got it!

Vegeta saw what Goku saw only a second later. The boy’s eyes - filled at first with terror - began to fill instead with a steadily growing outrage.

“Don’t… don’t touch my family or… I’ll kill you!” Cabba roared, giving Vegeta just enough time to let go of the boy to brace himself against the explosion of power that burst from Cabba’s slight form.

Unseen behind his crossed arms, Vegeta smiled.

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Next: Vegeta’s desire to meet the rest of his people intensifies as he continues to learn about them; Goku finds things are changing too fast for him.

A/N: I changed to the ‘Sadla’ spelling of the original Saiyan homeworld; it seems like that’s the most widely used at this point, anyway. And I stick to ‘Whis’ not because it’s the most widely accepted, but because it’s an anagram for ‘Wish’ and that just makes me happy. :)

TristaML: Yup, exactly, I needed a bit of a development section to deal with some relationship stuff. But now that I’ve got Cabba involved things can truck right along, lol. And Gohan… I will admit to some wish fulfillment there, powerful, sure of himself, but still as good-natured as we’ve come to love. He’s still got a part to play and I love writing him.

And omg I just realized how set my weekend is, since I somehow missed the ending to AMH and two chaps of your new fic. Yaaay!

ZeoViolet: Lol, my entire goal here is to do better by the characters and give them more development than they’re currently getting, so rest assured Pan and Videl will get better treatment from me going forward! My only hope at this point is more canon Saiyans and fast (not female Broly, lol); I feel that I’m terrible at OCs and I want to include them here.
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