Change of Hearts

A/N: Did you like last chapter’s Graphic banging? I enjoyed writing it…Warnings for this chapter is Graphic Language, Angst, and Lime (Sexual Situations)


He came back of course, a part of me had wanted to go out searching for him, but the other part told me Vegeta needed time alone. When Chi-Chi died, I felt lost but I had to admit it was also kind of a relief. For almost all of our marriage together, I was gone, only spending a few years with her, and then leaving again. The regret I felt mostly was placed with not being there to watch my sons grow up, not because I was away from her. Chi-chi was very demanding of me, she wanted me to be human, when I was very much Saiyan. The Saiyan in me though had lain quite dormant until a certain Saiyan prince came along. Vegeta made me want to fight 24/7, I enjoyed fighting so much, I began to prefer it over sex with my own wife. Now, having sex with him, I feel complete, as if my whole entire life I’ve been missing something, and Vegeta has now filled that void.

Right now we lay under the stars after a great sparring match, which he won this time. I love his fighting technique, the way he moves, his body is fluid, and graceful. He’s always been faster than me, as if he spent his whole life racing against somebody. I could’ve spent my younger years like this, fighting with him, fucking him, cooking for him, and I would’ve done anything for my prince. It’s scaring me, these crazy feelings I’m having for him. I know he doesn’t want to complicate things with my ‘sentimental bullshit’ as he’s said in the past. Unfortunately for him, I have always been a sentimental guy, from the time I was a kid, all the way till now. My emotions have gotten me to where I am now, I can’t just toss them away in order to keep him. I want Vegeta to accept me, to accept me as Goku, as his Kakkarot, with all of my emotional flaws.

I keep thinking…Will Vegeta ever love someone again? Can I get him to love me?

I can finally admit that I love and adore him, my gorgeous prince. Over these last few months, I’ve seen him, angry, sad, lustful, so many different emotions. He’s shown them all to me, when before all I got from Vegeta was anger, with the occasional moments of happiness. He’s also shared to me things about his past and also things about our home planet. I wish I could’ve seen it, the way he describes it, sounds so beautiful. Imagine a blazing red planet, with three moons as guardians over it, palaces, and rivers streaming around it. I can only use my imagination to fathom the beauty of our world, and when I’m with him, I feel I am there. I imagine us being the only inhabitants there, a prince and a third class warrior. He’d show me his palace, his chambers, and we’d fuck there all day, then go out and fight, become exhausted, go find something to eat, then after getting our energy back, fuck again.

A wonderful fantasy, but I love our magnificent reality.

I smile, and turn my attention to him, his onyx eyes lock on to mine, as if he was waiting for me to worship him with my eyes. Vegeta’s eyes are like a dark storm, you can see so many different emotions there, his passion, his past, his lust, his anger, all colliding with each other in the depths of beautiful darkness. I get lost in his eyes all the time, and usually his husky, accentuated voice brings me back to our world.

“Kakkarot, you’ve been quiet for the last thirty minutes, which is very unusual for you.” He says, not leaving my gaze for nothing.

“I was just thinking Vegeta.” I say smiling at him.

He smirks, “Wow, that’s new for you.”

“For your information, I think all the time.” I say sticking my tongue out at him.

Vegeta leans into me and whispers, “I can think of a few ways that you can use that tongue.”

A bolt of pleasure rips through my entire body and I shiver from the intensity of it.

Vegeta wraps his arm around me and I fall into his lap, we stay like this for awhile.

“So, are you going to tell me what is it you’re thinking of, or do I have to guess?” He says staring down at me.

“I was thinking about Chi-Chi and other things.” I say.

“Do you miss her?”

“Sometimes…but I don’t really dwell on that.”

Vegeta stays quiet for a while, as if processing what I had said, and then finally he breaks the silence.

“How do you feel when you're with me?” He says huskily.

I try to contain the blush creeping in my cheeks but I can’t and I end up smiling, “Incredible.” I manage to say.

Vegeta runs his hand through my hair and gives me a warm smile, “You’re adorable.” He says.

I think my whole entire face is red at this point, and I manage again to say, “You’re breathtaking.”

He leans down and presses his lips against mine, and I willingly accept his kiss. After that we stay there for a little while longer and then we head home.

When we reach home, we end up taking a shower together, scrubbing the blood and dirt off each other, and then we end up having sex. After that we jump into my bed and sleep for a few hours, when I wake, Vegeta is gone. I run downstairs, and he is in the kitchen chugging down a container of orange juice, his eyes lock to mine, and he sets the container, down on the table. “I’m hungry,” he says with a smirk.

After I finish cooking, Vegeta tells me that he is going to see Trunks, who had been complaining about not seeing him lately, and I decided it would be good if I went to go visit Gohan. A few hours later I head over to my oldest son’s house and he’s very happy to see me. “Hey dad, come on in.” We head into the living room, and Gohan offers me a drink, after I refuse, he offers me, coffee or tea, and I smile at his manners. Finally he sits down and a serious look comes on his face, “So, dad, how’s everything been.” He says nervously and I get the feeling that he’s hiding something, “Everything has been ok, what about you Gohan? How are Videl and Pan?”
Gohan looks a little sad for a second and says, “Me and Videl separated about a month ago.”

I gaze at him, taking his appearance in and notice that his eyes are bloodshot and also that the bottle of alcohol he offered me is almost empty. “What happened son?” I say deeply concerned.

“Well, I think she’s cheating on me dad, I just don’t seem to have the cold proof of it, I kept accusing her, and eventually she moved out.” He says sadly.

“I highly doubt Videl would cheat on you Gohan, maybe you’re just paranoid.” I say trying to assure him of her love and loyalty to him.

“Dad how could you be so sure, you barely even know Videl, we’ve been together for almost 20 years, and you’ve had maybe 3 conversations with her.” He says, anger beginning to lace his words.

“Gohan, is something else bothering you?” I say sternly.

“You’ve never been a real father, or a husband, and now you wanna give me council about marriage.” He says angrily, “And now, you’re Vegeta’s little pet.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing coming out of my son’s mouth, it’s like he’s a completely different person and wait…VEGETA’S LITTLE PET?!!!

“What do you mean ’Vegeta’s little pet’.” I ask nervously.

“I flew up to your house a few weeks ago dad, and I seen you guys making out in the river.”

I blush a bit and say “That wasn’t really anything son, I was just comforting him.”

“ So you just going around sticking your tongue down anyone throat, who looks like they need comfort?!” He yells.

I stand up, getting rather pissed off at this point and I say “What the hell is wrong with you, you’re taking out your frustrations with your life on me, does that even make any sense!” I yell.

Gohan stands up, and stares at me “You're part of the many frustrations in my life dad, you were a great father to me a long time ago, but you know what, along the way, you forgot how to be one, you put fighting above your own family, and now you show up here, during one of the most traumatic experiences in my life, and the only bullshit fatherly advice you can give me is you think Videl wouldn’t cheat on me.”

How many times had I saved the earth, how many times had I protected my family from adversaries that would’ve ripped them apart? Yet that wasn’t good enough, nothing I did was ever good enough.

In response to my son’s verbal attack, I simply turn on my heel and walk out the door, he doesn’t say anything else, he just lets me walk out. When I go outside I take to the skies, and fly around for a little while, thinking about Gohan, and all that he had said, wondered if he had told anyone about me and Vegeta. Wondered how long he had been feeling that I was a failure of a father. After I flew around, I headed home, and laid outside for awhile, until the day faded away into night. It was then that Vegeta came home, he stared at me and went inside the house to put down the many bags he had in his hands. A few moments later he came back outside, and took a spot on the ground next to me. The night air blew over both of us, and we sat in silence enjoying the feel of the wind.

“What happened?” He says sternly, not looking at me.

“How do you know something happened.” I say, continuing to look at the sky.

“I know you.” He said simply.

“Do you think I’m a good father?” I ask.

Vegeta lies down on his side, and gives me his full attention, “I think your good Kakkarot.”

“You think I’m good…But am I a good father?” I ask again.

“You sacrificed a lot for your family.” He says and brings his hand up to my cheek, he continues, “I think by a warrior’s standards you’ve done as you should.”

I smile at his words, because it’s such lovely bullshit, and also, it makes me happy that he’s trying to make me feel better.

“You’re a good father, and you were a great husband.” I say.

Vegeta smiles a little and says, “I had my moments Kakkarot, marriage and fatherhood doesn’t come with an instruction manual.” He turns on his back, but keeps his eyes on me and continues, “I had plenty of fuck ups over the years.”

I return his smile and say “I’m sure your kids wouldn’t tell you that you were never there for them.”

Vegeta’s eyes cloud with concern for me, “What happened Kakkarot?” He asks so softly.

I say “I went to see Gohan after you left, and he told me that I was basically a horrible father.”

Vegeta shook his head understandably and said, “Kakkarot that harpy of a woman probably talked about you over the years, and put in their head, that you were a bad father.”

I sighed deeply and decided to change the subject, “So how’s Trunks?”

Vegeta told me how he and Trunks went into the city, and ate lunch at a restaurant and enjoyed their time together. Then they went food shopping, which is why he came home with all of those bags.

I smile at him, happy that he had a good time with his son.

“I wish that he would settle down at least, he’s 30.” He says.

“Vegeta how old were you actually, when Trunks was born?” I ask.

“27.” He replies, and then he turns to me, “I married Bulma at 32.”

“Wow, Your 57?!” I say for the first time realizing how old he actually is.

Vegeta chuckles darkly, then he gets up and begins to walk toward the house, “I’m hungry.” He says. I get up and stretch, then follow him inside. While I’m cooking, my mind begins wondering back to the things Gohan said, and then I remember that he had seen me and Vegeta kissing in the river. I get so lost into my thoughts, that I don’t hear Vegeta sneak up on me. Instead, I feel two strong arms wrap around me and all thoughts leave my mind. Vegeta runs his hands over my chest, and down into my pants. My breathing becomes erratic and my body temperature heats up so much that sweat begins forming at my forehead. “Vegeta… I can’t cook, with you turning me on.” I say leaning back against him, his hand wraps around my cock and I let out a hard moan, he runs his tongue over my ear and growls hard. “I want you.” He says huskily.

I begin stuttering hard, “I...um…uh, gotta tell you something.”

Vegeta turns me around to face him, and he drops to his knees, “It can wait.” He says into my hardening dick, and then he looks up at me smirking and says “Unless it’s important.” I shake my head yes, and he stands up and walks over to the refrigerator, grabbing a beer. “So, tell me, and hurry up with the cooking.” He says with a playful gleam in his eyes, “Well I was almost done until a certain arrogant bastard prince, decided to molest me.” I say smiling at him.

He smirks “Tell me.” He says patiently.

I sigh and decide to get this over and done with. “Gohan knows about us.” I say ready to hear something crazy come out of Vegeta’s mouth.

“So.” He says looking bored.

I look at him, my eyes almost as big as saucers, “So!!!? That’s all you have to say?”

Vegeta continues drinking his beer, “Is that all?” He asks.

I glare at him for a second, “He saw us making out in the river Vegeta.” I say trying to get more of an emotional response out of him.

Vegeta plays with the empty can of beer, rolling it back and forth between his hands and says, “And you stopped me from sucking your cock, to tell me that information?”

I walk over to him and say, “Don’t you care about other people knowing what we are doing.”

Vegeta just continues playing with the can, “I’ve never cared about what other people thought of my actions, and I’m too old to start worrying now.”

I smile at that and say, “You got that right.”

Vegeta smiles and tackles me down on to the floor, and we play fight for awhile. Then I realize that the food is almost burning and I jump up to turn off the flame.

After we eat, I ask Vegeta if he feels like sparring and he declines, so instead we just stay in the living room watching TV.

“Goku.” Vegeta says grinning at me.

I stare at him as if he has three balls growing out of his forehead.

Vegeta finds my expression hilarious and cracks up for awhile, and I end up joining him. Then finally he says, “Who gave you that ridiculous name anyway?” He says still amused.

“My grandpa and it’s not a ridiculous name ok.” I say taking up for myself.

“Kakkarot is much better.” He says huskily.

“If you would’ve been sent to earth, your name wouldn’t have been Vegeta, you know.” I say matter of factly.

“Hell yes it would’ve been.”

I laugh and say “Wouldn’t they have sent you here as a baby?”

“Yes, and I would’ve remembered the name I was given.” He says with a smirk on his lips.

“I like your name, I don’t think you could’ve been named anything but Vegeta.” I say locking eyes with him.

Vegeta gives a grunt that means he agrees with me.

“I love the way you just said Goku though, I’ve never heard my name said so sexual.

“Oh, really?” He says smiling.

“Uh huh,” I say hopeful, that he might actually start calling me that.

Vegeta chuckles, “Well, enjoy it, because it’s never happening again.”

Aw man, just kill me, will you…

“Thanks for making me feel better, Vegeta.” I say, remembering how bad I felt during the day.

Vegeta smiles and says, “Why don’t we go upstairs, and I can make you feel even better.”

I jump up and run up the stairs bracing myself for some intense ass banging.