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By : Herpb4uDerp
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Goku puts the last plate into the sink before pressing Vegeta against the counter and answering him with teeth nipping at Vegeta’s smirk with every syllable.

“I already left her.”

“What? When?” Vegeta’s voice is quiet as he cranes his neck allowing Goku access to the thick corded muscles there.

Goku hums, “Actually she... kinda kicked me out... a few days ago” then runs his hands down just beneath Vegeta’s ass and lifts him up onto the countertop. Goku stands between his legs and smiles “And that’s it. Gohan said I don’t have to do anything else about it. Because I’m dead.”

A soft muffled huff escapes through Vegeta’s teeth and as they sink into Goku’s shoulder, “Good news on all counts then…” Then he wraps his legs around Goku’s waist.

“Ya know, I’m starting to think you hated your rules as much as I did…” Goku teases with his nose just below Vegeta’s ear.

“Redicu-” Vegeta stops and his whole body locks up. They had been a little too focused on each other instead of their surroundings. Goku opens his mouth to ask what’s wrong but his question is answered as Trunks turns the corner into the kitchen head aimed down at his phone. Though Goku’s not sure how he can be reading anything if his eyes are still closed.

Vegeta’s son doesn’t look up as he makes his way to the coffee maker. The two Saiyans hold their breathes watching him with increasingly reddening faces. They weren’t naked anymore at least, only because Vegeta had smartly insisted they put something on before going inside to eat. Still, their current position was nothing short of precarious and this was NOT how Vegeta planned on telling his children. In fact this had been exactly the situation he was hoping to avoid.

They watch Trunks fumble for a mug then barely succeed in pouring half a cup, nodding off the whole time. Goku’s eyes dart back to Vegeta trying to figure out if he should IT them, or maybe just himself, but his hands were still trapped underneath Vegeta’s legs and the older Saiyan was not moving. So they continued to sit there in the dark kitchen, partially wrapped around each other seeing if maybe they could get away with waiting this one out. Maybe he would sleep walk out right out the way he came and be none the wiser.

They watch Trunks pull a bottle out of the fridge that was definitely not creamer and fill the empty half of his cup. The mug makes it all the way to his lower lip before his brows furrow and he slowly turns his head towards the two figures next to him.

So much for coffee. The mug was now in about a hundred thousand pieces after slipping right out of his hand onto the floor. There is a long endless silence that is only broken when a small bot zooms in and begins trying to make it’s way around Trunks’ bare feet collecting the shattered ceramic pieces of his current understanding of the situation.

Trunks’ mouth drops open just a little and his hand is still raised to his face holding a now nonexistent cup as Goku quickly awkwardly distances himself from Vegeta instinctively reaching his hand behind his head.

“H-hey… Trunks…”

Trunks’ arm lowers as his father slides off the counter and crosses his arms refusing eye contact.

“Go- ….?” Trunks takes a moment to shake the sleep out of his head, “Hold on. Let's- let's try this again.” He turns around and exits the way he came. Vegeta and Goku have just enough time to exchange glances before he reenters the room a moment later and flips on the lights, leaving them no room to hide.

He addresses his father first. “Good morning, dad.” Bright blue eyes then immediately drill into the now extremely embarrassed face of the taller Saiyan. "Goku. I wasn't just dreaming. Wonderful. Good morning to you too, then. ...What the fuck are you doing here?"

Vegeta mutters something to Goku that Trunks doesn’t quite catch, "I'm sorry, WHAT WAS THAT DAD? I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE GIANT ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM." He cups a hand behind his ear for sarcastic emphasis. He pauses and waits for either party to respond but they remain silent. The half shuts his eyes and rubs at his temples. “Goku.” The named Saiyan smiles awkwardly. “Clearly you are just… bursting at the seams to tell me what you were just doing with my father in my fucking kitchen at five thirty in the morning, but if you don’t mind I think I need to talk with him first. Alone.”

Goku laughs uncomfortably and looks at Vegeta who is wordlessly screaming at him to stay. Goku raises two fingers to his forehead anyway. It takes him a few moments to decide who he should lock onto but after a very uncomfortable quiet he disappears leaving Vegeta, who was half tempted to reach out and grab him so he could disappear too, alone with his son.

Trunks snaps at his father as soon as the other Saiyan leaves. “What the fuck did I just see?! Because it LOOKED LIKE you were about to f- no, get fucked by Goku on the coun-”

“Watch your mouth, boy!”

Trunks rolls his eyes with a snort, “Am I wrong?” Vegeta leans back arms crossed even tighter and doesn't say anything. “Are- are you serious?! You and…. And Goten’s dad are-”

Vegeta's eyes flash dangerously towards his son. His posture stays rigid and uncomfortable as he nods curtly and finally admits. “Yes. Kakarot and I… are… we’re...” He struggles to find the right word, “complicated.”

“Compli- Yeah! No shit! First your arch enemies, next he's trying to hook up with you in our kitchen! And- and what the hell was he doing trying to hook up with you in our kitchen anyway?! Isn’t he married?!”

He shrugs his shoulders with irritation, “I don’t know, apparently not.”

“You don't know.” he shakes his head. “Great. Well, were you planning on telling anyone? How long- Fuck, I mean, what exactly- I don’t even know where to begin- does Goten know? Is that why he’s been so-”

“So what?!” Annoyed embarrassment suddenly shifts to something threatening and even though his father is quite short, he had a particular way of being extraordinarily intimidating when he bared his teeth in a snarl.

“N-nothing.” Trunks puts his hands up defensively, “He’s-he’s just been… off… lately.”

“I do not know what is wrong with Goten. His problems are his own.” Vegeta spits out venomously before trying to reclaim composure, “Do not mention that name in this house again. He is not welcome here.”

Trunks reels back. “What? Why not?! He’s my-”

“I don’t care! Because I said so!” Vegeta growls out.

He briefly reflects on where the last time he brought this up with his father got him and reluctantly lets the subject drop. You are never going to tell me what you two fought about, are you? But now I have a pretty good idea and I’m guessing he didn’t take the news well... “Fine, whatever-” he re-focuses on the more pressing concern, “what about…what about everything else? I mean, honestly dad, I never thought you'd date again, let alone date… a guy?” Trunks tilts his head curiously, “..........you like guys?”

“Tch! Don’t be ridiculous. We're not ‘dating’ and I don’t like anyone.” His son dead pans while Vegeta’s face crimsons.

“Yeah, ok. Well, whatever you wanna call it ...how… how long has this” Trunks gestures to the countertop they’d been caught on, “… been going on?”

“Since-” he hesitates and looks at his son’s bright blue eyes, “since yesterday.” He says quietly.

“Yesterday? Really?”

“Yes. Really! Are you done asking questions? This is a private matter and none of your con-”

“HA!” Trunks lets out a hollow laugh, “Fuck that. I just walked in on it! So, I’m pretty sure it is my concern.”

“No! It is not! I’m not discussing this with you-”

Trunks meets his father’s glare with one he inherited from his mother. “Did you ever stop to think whether or not it matters if you want to talk about it? Your problems don’t just affect you! How do you not get that? How does it not cross your mind that you not communicating your fucking ISSUES makes my life hard too?! Especially,” His father opens his mouth to interrupt but Trunks silences him, “No! I’m not done! Especially, when I have to pull my sister back from school so she can help me spend days trying to shut down a piece of equipment you turned into a suicide trap before it fucking blows you and half the damn city up! Only for Magic-Fucking-Disappearing-Man, who as far as I know hasn't even talked to you since he came back, to show up and make a scene! And now you’re banging!? IN THE KITCHEN?! WHERE I EAT!? REALLY, dad! It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to talk about it! Your inability to deal with your own bullshit still affects me!”

He was so close to snapping. He'd never snapped on Trunks. On either of his children. They'd never given him reason too. But here he was wondering if he might just have a stroke from how hard he's working to repress the urge to just fucking lose it and not deal with any of this. Vegeta grits his teeth together for a few moments and Trunks can see his jaw working, grinding on itself with stress taking a long time to come to terms with what is being demanded from him and Trunks is not having it.

“Well?” Trunk pushes. “What’s going on? Are you enemies? Are you rivals? Are you dating? You’re obviously fucking. But is it serious? Is he staying? Does he need to stay? Do you want him to stay? Is this just some Saiyan thing you haven’t told me about? What’s the fucking deal? and why-"

Inhale. Exhale. Fuckiiinnnggg breath. He's your son. and... He's right. Vegeta lets out an irritated explosive huff of air that brings an abrupt and necessary end to Trunks' machine gun fire of questions, “I don’t! Know! I don’t know. I haven’t asked if… he wants to stay.”

“You should ask then, because I kinda need to know that, dad, I live here too. Kami, it’s like you’ve been losing your damn mind since he… got… back…” the cogs in Trunks head begin to shift into gear now that he’s fully awake. This whole fucking mess has been going on for months. Kami, even your fight with Goten was months ago! But how could this have been going on for so fucking long if- “Yesterday.” He nods his head with a sigh, “This started before he left, didn’t it?” Before mom died...

Vegeta hears the deeper question behind what his son is asking and finally looks at him. Vegeta thinks his son, both his children really, are far too brilliant and too beautiful for their own good, just like her. They were also strong and too stubborn, like himself. It had always been difficult to lie to them. Vegeta’s shoulders and face drop as he admits fault. He doesn’t know what else to say. “...I’m… sorry.”

In his twenty five years of life, Trunks has never heard his father say those words. Not to him, not to anyone. It catches Trunks off guard and takes him a few moments to recollect his thoughts. He notices there is a stack of plates in the sink other than his own for the first time in weeks and smiles softly.

“...I know you are. … Just… please. For once, talk to me.”
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A//N yay, back more or less. Updates may still be a bit sporadic, eh. But we're closing in on the end now with less than five chapters left! Yay. After that all my efforts will be funneled into my other WIPs! horrah! You can find those on AO3 under the same penname.
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