Saiyan Enlightenment

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“I don’t like it here anymore,”
is what the baka said to him yesterday, when he came home from his idiot
child’s. Wrapped his large arms around
him and buried his face in Vegeta’s shoulder, leaned on him heavily and didn’t
say anything for a long time. Just
stood there, and Vegeta just stood there and tried to think of what he should
say now. If he should say anything or
let the moment pass.

Kakarot left him to find dinner
and came back, cooked, ate, went to bed without saying anything else, and
Vegeta let him have his silence, thought that it was important then that he
learn to deal with whatever he was trying to deal with, but today he wasn’t so
sure that yesterday’s tactic was the best.
So he stood outside and watched the sun rise and tried to figure out what
he should do or say to the baka to make it somehow better. But there was nothing. He couldn’t make Gohan understand anything
the idiot refused to, he couldn’t make it easier for Kakarot to lose his son to
this stupidity, and he couldn’t offer much in the way of comfort. Himself.
If that was a comfort.

Which is when the green thing
showed up, like he always did, like his antenna had some sort of special
green-mind-reading thing that allowed him to sniff out dissension between the
two of them. So he could stick his
green nose into the situation and offer his advice.

He gave Piccolo a look. That served as his hello.

Greenie gave him a nod. “So.
How is Goku?” All
conversationally, and for a moment, Vegeta was a bit concerned that his guess
about that mind-reading thing was true.
“Gohan came to find me yesterday.”

Ah. Idiot boy went to his green-bean mentor. Vegeta didn’t say anything. It was a big complicated mess and he was
tried of it getting messier and bigger, and shared his lover’s sentiments to
certain degree. It seemed more and more
thing were just weighing them down here.
But there were things that tied them to this planet that couldn’t be
ignored.

“Why aren’t you in there with
him, then?” Piccolo asked. Gave him a
plain look. Not accusing, but just the
non-look of a person that was tired of this too. Then a sigh. “Saiyan or
not, Vegeta, Goku is still himself.
Don’t let him forget that.” Then
a nod, and he went away.

Left Vegeta standing there with
the weight of many things on him, and he felt like it was just too much shit. Too much bullshit that meant too little to
him and was too heavy to be ignored.
But it was worthless bullshit.
The only things that mattered, that really mattered, was his
family. Bulma. Goku.
Bra. Trunks. Goten.
They mattered and that was it.

He turned and went back inside,
down the hall and into their bedroom where Kakarot was still lying on the bed,
not sleeping, but laying there and he slid into bed next to him, let himself be
hugged up against the bigger Saiyan, wrapped his own arms around the broad
shoulders and ran a hand through the thick dark hair against his chest. Felt Kakarot breath against his ribs and was
silent.

“I’m okay, Vegeta,” Kakarot
whispered.

He didn’t say anything to that,
ran his hands over the bare skin of his shoulders and through his hair and just
kept still and quiet while his lover rested his head on him and held him. Smiled at the closeness, and closed his
eyes. Drama aside, he was happy
here. Right here, in this moment, with
Kakarot.

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They got out of bed at noon.
Because they hadn’t showered, because their stomachs were empty and it
was more than obvious that the silence had gone from mutual appreciation of
that which had been done to ‘uh…could we talk now?’ So he broke the silence, picked Vegeta up, tossed him over his
shoulder (which earned him a punch) and carried him to the bathroom.

“Start my shower,” he said,
grinned and attempted to look like he was some sort of authority.

Vegeta gave him an arrogant look
and crossed his arms over his chest as he said: “And why would I do what you
tell me to?”

“Because,” he said, grinning as
he crowded Vegeta until his back was pressed against the bathroom wall, “If you
don’t I’ll have to spank you.” And he
could have died laughing at the look that crossed Vegeta’s face. It was something between shock, arrogance
and ‘what the hell did he just say and am I supposed to be turned on by
this?’ He felt silly now, strange
light-headed after concentrating on that stupid conversation with Gohan. He had spent the whole night wondering if
what his child had said was true, if he could have saved lives by just killing
everyone he came up against, wondering if what he told Gohan was true, that he
had done the best he could when he had done it. He was sick of concentrating.
He wanted to feel something else now, and the silliness took over,
making him grin idiotically and run his hands down Vegeta’s side, slipping
behind him to cup his ass and pull him away from the wall again.

“Spank me?” Vegeta said
finally. Amused now.

He nodded, “So you should start
my shower now.” Let his fingers knead
the flesh under his hands and Vegeta was pressed up against his so tightly he
could feel the twitch and watched as a very light blush crept in on his
neck. The smell around them changed,
and he grinned all the broader for it.

“And if I do?”

It was very rare that he managed to ‘outsmart’ the Prince of all
Saiyans, but when he did, it was always smirk-inducing. “Then we’ll take a shower, Vegeta.” Stepped away from him and watched the way
his smaller mate glared and all the evil things he was promising to do to
Kakarot in his mind.

Vegeta didn’t say anything right
away, just turned, got the shower going and temperature adjusted accordingly, then
looked at him briefly and stripped off his clothes. Didn’t even pause to make it a show, just stripped down to his
skin stepped into the shower and completely ignored him.

As if the silent treatment ever
worked on him. As they say in the
movies (yes, he had seen a movie or two in his day) ‘we have ways of making you
talk.’ He pulled off his own clothes
and stepped into the shower with his mate, slid the doors closed and crowded
Vegeta (on purpose) so they were both under the water and he was pressed all
naked and wet against his mate. Both of
them aroused and the smell, trapped in the shower with the steam and them was
making his head spin.

He pulled back to hiss—bared his
clenched teeth and looked at his smaller mate, at his hand on Vegeta’s neck and
moved his other hand around from behind him to his erection, stroked him the
same he was being stroked. Panted
through his clenched jaws as best he could, drawing in little breaths of steamy
air and Vegeta gave him a strange grin.
“You know,” he said—with some effort to get the breath for it—“You’re
going to be washing your head in cold water…”
jerked his hips forward into the hand and Goku shrugged, pulled Vegeta
back up to him and kissed him. Felt the
mouth open under his, and the warmth of his mouth, the taste of him that he
knew so well as they both moved on each other, hips bumping oddly and there was
no sense of grace to their actions, only the mutual desire to provide comfort.

Vegeta broke away for a moment
and then sucked in a breath and reclaimed his mouth, forced his mouth open and
sucked on his mouth. Licked him
everywhere, and he shivered as his head spun and his hips jerked hard. He tightened his hand and felt han hand on
him tighten and then the rise of their moans, the brilliant moment of sheer
pleasure, and they were panting, clinging to one another and Vegeta turned them
around so he was blocking the water just as it went cold.

“AHHH! No fair!”

Vegeta just smirked. Used a wash clothe to wipe himself clean,
and slid open the door to get his towel so he could get out. “Enjoy your cold shower, Kakarot.” All smug, like he had somehow planned the
whole thing.

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Hark, for it is eight words shy of the desired count. *woe is me *

Goku: You know, who needs to develop future plot
when you can have mindless limes?

Vegeta: Folk that want to get to mindless lem

Webtester01:

Most folks think Trunks liked his
uke time. Hmmm…wonder what the boy
himself thinks.

Jaygoose:

Lol. Sorry to hear you lost soul calibur2. Glad you liked the lemon.
(Considering I didn’t really like writing it.)

SaiyajinNeko:

*snuggles up with pillow and
starts to snore * Am tired. Too early in morning awake to be. (thankies for reading, as usual! And please feel free to beat Gohan as you
wish.)

Macha:

…by the next chapter you ought
to be knee deep in plot stench. *genki
grin *

Mechanical
Butterfly:

It seems the sequel is digging a
pit in my mind where it has now come to live and if I ignore it I might end up
writing this ‘verse for the rest of my life.
*aaah, the horror!*

Yes, Vegeta is writing down his
memories. (All those that don’t include
sex with someone besides Goku, that is.)

Dr.
Yaoi:

What would I do? What…would…I…do? Hmm… I would eat the
cheese and sandwiches while I wrote down what I saw Vegeta and Goku doing, I
think, Take pictures maybe. Set up a webcam… ;) Thanks for reading.