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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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A New Direction

“So, you have two fathers. Is your twin as strong as you are?”

“Twin?” a tired, but exhilarated Cabba laughed after he finished guzzling a second bottle of water. He took the towel Vegeta handed him, wiping himself off before plopping down on the soft couch. ‘I can’t believe any of this,’ he thought in wonder. Part of him wanted to run home as fast as he could to show his new form off to his father, but even if he knew how to get home he owed Vegeta for the gift.

Besides, there could be so much more to see and learn in this fascinating world.

“Have I said something funny?” Vegeta asked in an irritated tone, and Cabba’s smile disappeared in embarrassment when he realized Vegeta’s odd question had been asked in seriousness.

“Ah, no. Our people can’t have more than one child at a time. Wait… if you’re mated where is your band? How do the others know you are spoken for?”

Vegeta’s harsh laugh startled him. “There are only a handful of us left and it’s no secret that I have a mate. Your people wear bands… like jewelry? Don’t tell me your people wear wedding rings like these ridiculous humans. My father was fond of jewels and adornments. I always thought it was stupid. One transformation to Super Saiyan and it’s all just scrap metal anyway.”

Cabba couldn’t contain a giggle at the strangeness of hearing a warrior’s response to the tradition coming from a usually - at least on his world - passive child-bearer. “Kind of, it’s just an armband, usually made of some metal that goes around your right arm. Since you are a child-bearer and mated yours would have to be gold, and would usually have extra decorations on it. There’s nothing that says you have to wear one but it might save you some annoyance if you do. Most will honor it and refrain from… uh, pursuing you. It might get in the way or break in battle, but on my world child-bearers are very rarely fighters anyway, and they don’t leave the planet unless absolutely necessary. There aren’t many and - forgive me for saying so, but we don’t like to risk them.”

“Risk. Is that why you were trying to get me to safety earlier? The child-bearers on your world live under some threat of being kidnapped?”

“I’m sorry to say it but… that was my major concern, yes,” Cabba admitted. “No one has been successfully abducted up ‘til now but that’s because we’ve taken serious precautions to prevent it. We’ve wiped out slavery in the open,” Cabba said proudly. “But it seems to thrive underground. And we know that our child-bearing males are at the top of the ‘most valued’ list.”

“Surely no one has been dumb enough to try your people though.”

“Not so; enough money can create many fools. Many years ago, long before I was born some of the more wealthy traders sent mercenaries to our homeworld; I can only imagine how much they were paid for that sort of risk. We sent them packing of course, but two of our child-bearers were killed in the fighting. That was the only major raid but there are still standing contracts with some very bad people for the capture of one of you. That’s why our child-bearers are so isolated now; they’re guarded for their own protection. So far our precautions have held. We haven’t lost anyone, but it’s difficult. Imagine your kids having to make appointments to see you,” Cabba said sadly. “And it can be just as bad for them. My Papa doesn’t want to have any more children. He’s lonely and I know he and my father both want him to come live with us but he can’t. It’s not allowed.”

Vegeta’s anger at hearing the state of things was his own, but the sadness belonged to his other half. We have to help them.

//Agreed, no Saiyan should be ruled by outsider threats ever again.//

But if they don’t know who’s behind the contracts how are we going to figure it out?

//I’ll think of something. You might want to think of something more immediate. Like the fact that the boys just fused.//

Goku’s strong presence dissolved into panic as he dealt with the surprise attack and Vegeta chuckled. His body reminded him that he’d expended more energy than he should have and it had been a long time since his last meal. They had to wrap this up for now but his hunger for information was just as great as that of his body. There were still so many questions he wanted answered immediately! “Cabba… The longer I have to think this all over the better, but we both need a rest,” Vegeta mused. There was an easy solution if Cabba was willing to give it a go.

//Can you hear me?//

Cabba’s head snapped up so fast Vegeta was surprised his neck didn’t break. “Yes! How did you do that?!” he exclaimed, blushing slightly. “I’m not your… um. You know.”

“No, my what?”

“Your mate!” he squawked.

“So you’ve lost the ability outside of the mating bond. That’s too bad but at least you’re not as headblind as the humans. I can take information from you as well as speak to you. Instead of me grilling you for hours about your planet’s history I can be done in a few seconds, but only if you’re willing to do so. I’m sure you have questions of your own; it would leave me more time to answer them as well.”

This time Cabba blushed to his roots. “You’re going to read my mind?” he squeaked. Between the elemental pleasantness of Vegeta’s scent and the commanding steadiness of his mental ‘voice,’ Cabba’s hormones were going more than a little off-kilter. But Vegeta recoiled in something beyond distaste. It seemed like the question almost caused him pain, and the vehemence of his answer itself raised more questions.

“I would never… No, I won’t read your thoughts, and that’s not something you have to fear from any of us. I’m talking about specific information about your people so I know your world as you know it. No more than that, I swear to you. If you say no I’ll simply keep debriefing you the old-fashioned way.”

Cabba shifted in his seat. Though quite gruff, Vegeta felt trustworthy, and had given him - and by extension his people - a new form that would greatly increase their battle strength. And this would leave more time to explore both the man and his world on behalf of his King. “All right,” he said finally. “Do it!” He tilted his head back and scrunched his face up as if expecting to be attacked, leaving Vegeta bewildered.

//Hey, you handle the boys?//

Yep, I’m sitting on them.

//Look at this. What the hell is he expecting me to do?//

There was a wave of almost hysterical laughter before Goku responded. They can only do all this mental stuff if they have a mate, right? Bet he’s worried about you leaving a hickey! I almost feel sorry for him. He’s going to be so disappointed!

//Oh my… fuck, I’d kick you but I think you’re right.//

“For the love of… Relax boy. Just think about your people and your planet’s history.” With no shielding to get past and the comforting familiarity of a Saiyan mind the task was simple to accomplish, and Vegeta had all he needed in a few seconds. “That’s it,” he said, slipping out of the boy’s mind as easily as he’d entered. “I’m done.”

Cabba cracked one eye open at first. “...Really? That’s all? …Oh.” He found himself vaguely disappointed. It hadn’t the same feel as Vegeta’s mental speech. It hadn’t felt like anything at all, actually.

Vegeta hadn’t even bitten him.

Vegeta was already heading out of the room into the kitchen, driving home the fact that they were done. After a moment of thought he followed, watching his newest teacher apparently preparing to cook. “Sir? Um… could you talk in my head some more, maybe tell me why there are so few of you? I liked how it felt. If you don’t mind, Sir!”

Vegeta regarded him with no small amount of amazement, pausing in his preparations. Cabba had so quickly adopted him as a mentor or adviser and without even thinking about it he’d just as quickly accepted the role. Had Gohan been correct? Was the royalty in him reasserting itself after all this time?

It that were true it was troubling to say the least, as was the thought of indulging Cabba’s request. Even now the young man still eagerly awaited an answer and Vegeta remained uncharacteristically indecisive.

He knew if his father could see him now he would chastise him severely for getting personally involved with this boy; compassion was something the man had tried his best to beat out of his ‘only worthwhile son.’ Making decisions for his people required a king’s oversight, and nothing more. Only the whole mattered; the individual was of marginal import.

“The care and trust of your subjects is unnecessary. Their fear is all that is required to gain their obedience!”

The deep, haunting voice of his father was almost overwhelming.

It wasn’t too late to instill that fear; he’d learned from some of the best, after all. If he wished it Cabba and these new Saiyans would obey him without question, and suffer for any acts of defiance until his control over them was absolute.

He could feel Goku’s vigilance, supportive and ready to take his lead, no matter what he decided. Yet another display of his mate’s trust in him.

Though Vegeta had adopted his father’s hard-hearted indifference to survive Freeza, those ways had never been his own. There in Cabba’s earnest gaze was the truth. After so short a time, Vegeta had the boy’s confidence and no desire to inspire his fear.

‘No, it’s all wrong, my father was wrong. Gine mattered, Kakarot matters, Cabba… they all matter, damn it. I’m doing this my way.’

The wave of warmth and pride that rolled through his bond with Goku brought the smile back to his face and he didn’t try to stop it. He reached out to Cabba and finally answered his request in action.

//If you insist on giving me another way to yell at you so be it, brat. Now get over here and help me cook. My mate and two of our boys are joining us for dinner pretty soon and if your appetite is anything like ours, we’re going to need plenty to eat.//

“Yes Sir, thank you!”

//Just pay attention and don’t make me repeat myself and we’ll call it even. We’re in this mess mostly because of two gaping assholes, named Beerus and Freeza...//

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Goku watched Vegeta out of the corner of his eye while he finished clearing plates off the table. He’d barely touched his food despite having most of his favorites. Even now the end of his tail flicked back and forth restlessly as he fiddled absently with his nearly full glass of juice.

Fiddled with gloved fingers, Goku thought with no small amount of resentment. As good as Vegeta always looked in his bodysuit and armor Goku wished he wasn’t wearing it today. It had been nearly a week since Vegeta had begun training Gohan. They were at it almost every day, and today would mark Cabba’s first day with them as well. While he would have looked to take a more active role in training their extra-universal visitor as well even the thought of seeing Gohan again made Goku’s head begin to ache.

The headaches and blackouts that accompanied these training days persisted, but at least he knew now that they were tied to these times Vegeta spent with Gohan. And he couldn’t help but feel a new distance between him and Vegeta now because of Gohan’s continued interference, but he knew that once Vegeta wasn’t seeing him so often everything would get back to normal.

On top of the stress of knowing Vegeta was going out to train with his son again today his mate’s listlessness was more than Goku could handle. He thumped down next to Vegeta and his startled reaction was the final straw. “Okay. Vegeta, what’s going on? You’ve been jumpy as hell lately!”

Vegeta’s eyebrow raised. “I’m not blocking you.”

“I never said you were. But you’re thinking so hard about so much I can’t sort any of it out. It’s been like that for a while now.”

Vegeta sighed, pushed the glass away with his fingertips. There truly was an entire list of things on his mind. Foremost among them was Goku and his blackouts. They were getting worse, not better, especially since his training of Gohan had moved on to the sparring phase. Though he was still manageable when it happened Goku’s behavior was getting more difficult to handle.

And Vegeta couldn’t bring himself to talk to Whis or even Piccolo about it. His inability to keep his own mate happy and untroubled pained him. He felt like a failure at best, a traitor at worst for even considering it. Vegeta decided that no matter what they had to say, it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. Goku was still resisting his every suggestion that he sit down and talk things out with his son, and until his mate was ready to take that step in making peace with his son there was no fixing the problem.

But Goku was looking at him hopefully, expecting an explanation for his anxiousness and Vegeta had to tell him something. So he settled for item two on his list.

“When it’s time for Cabba to go home again I’m going with him.”

“Vegeta,” Goku growled. “I’m not even going to listen to this-”

“You will listen to me, Kakarot. When Cabba met me he thought I was in heat. My scent is stronger than they’re used to and once I deliver it’s only going to get stronger. Cabba says they can handle it but they’re going to need time to adjust. It has to be now.”

Vegeta flinched as the force of Goku’s disbelief and anger rolled over him. “No. Fucking. Way! It’s too dangerous! What if Champa finds out we’re there? We can’t fight at full strength right now and if anything happens to you or the babies-”

“You know damned well I wouldn’t do anything to put our children at risk! You’re overstating the danger. Between Whis and Supreme Kai we’re effectively invisible to anyone they haven’t keyed to us. Champa will never even know we were there.”

“No. I’m sorry but I can’t agree to this. I mean… Yeah, I understand about the scent thing but it’s not a good enough reason to hurry off now. From what Cabba said even if someone bothers you they’ll stop once they know you’re not interested. And even if they can’t stop themselves you can discourage them just fine, assuming I don’t do it first.”

“I’d rather spend my time constructively, not discouraging horny would-be suitors, Kakarot!”

“Oh really? Does that mean you’ll wear that band Cabba was talking about?”

“I will not be marked as property ever again!”

Goku flinched at Vegeta’s sudden flare of anger, realizing that he likened the tradition to his time spent in a collar as Freeza’s favored pet.

Goku didn’t try to hide his disappointment, but left that battle for another time. “Well, horny suitors seem like an annoyance compared to the danger. Come on, Vegeta! It won’t be too much longer, just another few months-”

“You don’t understand, it’s not just that,” Vegeta growled. “This can’t wait.”

Vegeta’s shaking hand was curled into a fist, Goku noted with dismay. He covered that hand with his own, and when Vegeta didn’t pull away he coaxed it to uncurl before sliding the offensive glove off his hand. All the while Vegeta sat unmoving, unresponsive, eyes focused on some point on the table.

Goku’s eyebrows drew together, realizing he wasn’t being very helpful. As much as Vegeta had learned about dealing with his emotions since he and Goku had bonded he still couldn’t do it alone sometimes.

With Chi-Chi Goku hadn’t had much of an opinion on anything; he just hadn’t felt that strongly about her or their relationship. But now with Vegeta he was in full reverse. All of his feelings now were so strong and clear it was difficult to stop and question them.

“Can you tell me anything else?” he asked quietly. “I want to understand, I really do.”

“I can’t,” Vegeta ground out. “It’s all mixed up, I don’t know how to…” he trailed off shaking his head, fist trying to clench again but Goku wouldn’t let it.

“It’s okay." You’re all tangled up, I can’t get in. Just try to relax, Goku soothed, stroking Vegeta’s palm with his thumb. Show me why this means so much to you; let me feel it.

Goku was about to speak again but he stopped with a choking sound as their bond opened fully. Between one blink and another he saw a boy Prince, one who believed wholeheartedly that a King’s purpose was to protect the lives of his people, suddenly the ruler of a murdered race.

A failure.

Vegeta wasn’t King but he had been the strongest. Their race had died on his watch. Vegeta knew that he couldn’t have saved them if he’d been there during Freeza’s attack, but dying with them would have been preferable to more than twenty years under Freeza’s boot.

Goku grimaced. Vegeta said it so often at times that Goku didn’t think about what it really meant: Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans.

He thought he’d understood, his responsibility to the people of Earth had sat heavily on his shoulders for longer than he cared to admit. But Vegeta… he could see it now, what Vegeta saw. The Saiyans of Universe 6 were a force for good, but their strength was lacking. Together with the overwhelming power of their own children the Saiyan race had the potential to be a stabilizing empire that spanned two universes.

Responsibility wasn’t weighing Vegeta down. It was driving him relentlessly forward.

//They’re what our people should have been, without Beerus, without Freeza. The things I went through… the shit people did to me will never have to happen to anyone again, at least not without some way for them to see some justice.//

“Woah,” Goku said, shaking his head clear. “That’s… I get it now. We’ll go, okay? We’ll go.”

Vegeta shuddered and Goku grabbed him, pulling him into an embrace that held more than a little desperation on his part. “Maybe next time you’ll just take my word for it,” Vegeta murmured.

“I wish I could have, I really do. I… I like Cabba. I like everything I’m hearing about these other Saiyans. It seems like they’re everything I ever wanted the Saiyan race to be. But… this is a little scary for me.”

“Scary?” Vegeta asked, more than a little confused. “They’re not nearly as strong as we are, they pose no threat whatsoever-”

“That’s not it. Look, you need some of them to come here, and we need some of us there, right? Well, what if they want… you?”

“Me…? Like what,” Vegeta scoffed, pushing away a little. “That movie where the guy gets to screw the other guy’s wife for a night for some obscene amount of money?”

“It sounds stupid when you say it like that,” Goku muttered. “But something like that. You want this so bad I’m worried about what you’ll say ‘yes’ to to get it.”

“Hmm… So how many Universe 6 Saiyans do you think one blow job is worth? Five? Ten? How many do you think I could get for a fuck?”

Goku only had a couple of seconds of wide-eyed shock before Vegeta’s fist knocked him out of his chair. He thunked against the kitchen bar and slid down to sit, rubbing his head for a moment while Vegeta smirked over at him. “Oh, come on! What was that for?”

“I’m your mate, not a whore! Idiot. You obviously don’t get it. With our numbers so low here genetic strength and diversity are paramount. Bonded or no I should have left you behind for this new Sadla the second I learned of it. I should have landed right in the middle of a heat cycle, made them fight it out for me and taken an immediate tumble with the winner for the sake of our race.”

Goku sat there still gaping at him, a chill running down his spine. “But… you didn’t do it,” he finally stammered. “You don’t even want to, do you?”

Vegeta blew an amused snort and crossed his arms. “No. Because despite the fact that you’re a third-class idiot who constantly rides my last nerve you’re the only one I want. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching me. I wish you’d get that through your thick fucking skull.”

“...Okay, point taken. I’m an idiot. Also, ow,” Goku chuckled.

“Serves you right.”

“I know. Well how about this. We’ve been together for a long time. Since the first time I saw you I knew… it sounds cheesy but I knew I felt like ‘home’ to you, that no matter how much I pissed you off or drove you nuts you liked being around me because we were the last Saiyans left. Now… well, not so much anymore.”

“You must be joking. I felt that way with you because it was you, not because of our heritage. Don’t you know that by now? And besides, these new Saiyans will be so busy falling all over themselves for a glimpse of you that no one is even going to notice me.”

“Ah… what?”

“...Not this again,” Vegeta huffed. “You can’t be serious.”

“‘This’ what?” Goku blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“How someone with as dirty a mouth as yours can be that fucking naive I will never understand. ...Or do you just want some attention?”

Goku responded to the question a bit of a blush. “Well, I wouldn’t turn it down, now that you mention it. ...But maybe you should take your gloves off first,” he suggested a little too helpfully. “They look really, really uncomfortable.”

“Your obsession with my hands is starting to worry me. …Would you rather have my hands, or my mouth this time?”

The question brought Goku’s arousal to full mast, and he decided to risk being greedy. “Both? Please?” he asked breathlessly.

“Very well then,” Vegeta said with a slow smile, finally rising from his chair. “Since you asked so nicely. Strip.”

After a few seconds of surprise Goku rushed to comply, clothes flying in different directions. He shivered, breath coming a little faster under the appreciative heat of Vegeta’s lingering gaze and Vegeta drank in the sight hungrily. It felt good to be in control again, a comforting change from the rough and hard rutting that dominated their recent encounters.

“People stop to stare at you, just walking down the street you know. You never notice but it happens. It isn’t just your perfect body they respond to. Your power is a part of you, it always has been. It’s so strong even the untrained are drawn to it. You don’t need some freakish genetic quirk to be desirable. What you have is absolute physical perfection.”

Goku gulped almost nervously, at the same time trembling a little in anticipation. Vegeta’s ability to focus was amazing; when that focus was entirely on him - and his naked body - mind-blowing things tended to happen. Despite the slow, seductive swish of Vegeta’s tail and the equally slow slide of the other glove leaving that beloved hand Goku couldn’t tear his eyes away from that intense gaze.

Vegeta stopped within an inch of him and even through the armor Goku could feel his warmth. “...You might want to hold onto the counter now,” Vegeta warned, going slowly to his knees. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.”

Goku eagerly obeyed, putting his palms on the counter behind him and Vegeta began to gently fondle Goku’s balls, enjoying the fact that Goku’s breath was already hitching. He smiled to himself, finally leaning in to run his tongue up the center before making wet figure-eights around the delicate sacs while jolts of pleasure rocked Goku’s spine. //You’re already trembling, Kakarot. I don’t think you’re going to last very long. Want to know something else?//

Yes!!!

//I pity the ones who try to catch your eye. They probably have fantasies about what it might be like to get fucked by you. But they’ll never get to feel this perfect cock.// Goku’s breath hitched, watching his length disappear into that hot mouth.

“Vegeta,” he moaned, long and low.

//And what they wouldn’t give to hear your voice like this. Fuck, I want to hear that again.// He drew back, drawing slow circles around the head of that beautiful cock a few times before sinking down, relaxing his throat and taking it all in. Those moans Vegeta so loved became a shout as he continued, humming deep in his throat before repeating the process.

Once.

Twice.

The third time Vegeta got what he wanted. One of the hands that were clenching the countertop finally found purchase in the upswept hair and Goku began pumping himself into that sweet mouth.

Vegeta caught Goku’s eyes and held them, letting Goku feel his arousal at seeing the flush on his cheeks, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. //Gods, you’re beautiful when you let go, my Kakarot.// He cupped those sensitive sacs in his hand once more, tickling with his fingertips and listening to Goku’s voice become more and more broken. A sharp cry escaped Goku as stars began to gather behind his eyelids.

//You’re close, I can taste it. Are you going to come for me?//

“Ah, yes, I’m gonna come, Vegeta!”

Goku pushed himself deep into Vegeta’s mouth and those gathered stars exploded, his hips jerking in release. Vegeta’s eyes closed with the effort of taking it all in, moaning at the taste he’d come to crave.

As soon as he let go Goku slipped down the counter in a boneless heap, panting and shuddering with aftershocks. Vegeta stood as he fell and smiled down at him, arms crossed. “The Savior of Earth, weak-kneed and gasping when I’m done with him. Heh. That never gets old.”

With a smug flick of his tail Vegeta walked away and Goku tipped his head back and closed his eyes, still trying to catch his breath. The cool floor under him and the counter against his back should have felt nice against his overheated skin but he squirmed, not liking it. He was all for quickies but not being able to relax with Vegeta’s heat snuggled against him afterward left him feeling empty.

Before disappointment could set in he opened his eyes at the feel of a light blanket settling over him. He beamed at Vegeta as he settled against Goku’s side under the covering, which Vegeta pointedly ignored. He rested his hand on Vegeta’s hip, inches away from the heat of his erection in an unspoken question, but Vegeta just shook his head and pulled him closer. The full measure of Vegeta’s contentment washed over him and he relaxed into it.

“So. I’m just a power trip for you, is that it?” Goku teased.

Vegeta hesitated. He knew Goku was joking but he knew by now that he and his mate processed things very differently. Though Goku never doubted them, he needed to hear Vegeta speak certain truths from time to time. “You are a fool, Kakarot. You trust too easily and too often. But one of those foolish decisions was to trust me though I’d done nothing to earn or keep it. It’s not a power trip for me. You know that you are safe in my arms and that pleases me. I would pay any price, not for the sake of our race, but for your happiness and well-being.”

The declaration made Goku so happy he couldn’t speak for a moment, and being the center of that kind of radiant joy both contented and flustered Vegeta.

“You’re going to be late picking up Cabba, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Vegeta answered, letting Goku curl around him.

Goku’s smile became impossibly brighter, their bond conveying Goku’s immense joy and Vegeta rolled his eyes, snuggling closer. “Oh, shut up, Kakarot,” Vegeta grumbled with a smile.

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Next: Vegeta struggles to repair family bonds while Goku wants no part. How much longer can they handle the strain?

So… sleepy… Hey, I know why Goku was chosen as an Olympic ambassador for Tokyo 2020. Only an alien can beat Usain Bolt. XD

ZeoViolet: Lol, lazy, lazy Vegeta, sitting around being adorable and not training or popping out kids!
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