Saiyan
Enlightenment

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Not
that any of his children were going to ask, but should one of them eventually
ask what he did the day they were born, he was fairly certain he would have to
lie to them. Bec he he had trained the
whole day Trunks was born, and now here he was, flipping Kakarot over onto his
back, on Bra’s birthday. Not exactly
the sort of stories you tell you children.
He figured he’d come up with something sappy like ‘Oh, I stayed right
next to your crib until I choked on how cute you were.’ Or something. His brain wasn’t really that interested in these thoughts.

Kakarot
stretched out under him, pulled his own shirt off and smirked. Which made Vegeta think of that annoying ass
nurse again, ran his hands over the chest that only he ever got to touch and
the rest of the world just needed to deal with this fact, and felt Kakarot
working to free him from his pants.
Fingers running over his skin like brands, they were so warm andgravgravatingly sensitizing to his skin.
Because Kakarot did not wear gloves, his hands were rough from fighting
his whole life, big hands that had fought through a lot of shit, and yet here
they were, pulling his clothes off him without any intention to harm.

Strange.

He
didn’t think about it took long, moved his head down to lick one of the flat
nipples, felt the rise of Kakarot’s hips under him, and smirked. Ran his teeth over the broad chest and moved
his hands down to untie the orange pants.
Felt his lover stretch under him again—retrieving the lube, no doubt—and
dropped his mouth down farther, across the ridges of muscles on his ribs and
stomach, until he got to the flat navel, and then he looked up at Kakarot, saw
that he was being watched, and took the lube from him. Unselfconsciously went back to his
exploration of skin he had long since memorized. Pulled the pants down, moved out of the way so he could get them
all the way off and then slid back between those thighs.

Moved
his mouth from stomach to leg and sucked on the inside of one brawny thigh as
he opened the stupid tube and squeezed its contents onto his fingers. Stroked just the tip of his finger over
Kakarot’s entrance until he whimpered and shifted his hips, and then pressed
into him. Moved his mouth again, up to
his hips, right above the jutting of one bone, and sucked on it, felt the
hardness right next to him. Grinned and
pressed another finger in.

Was
definitely going to have to lie to his daughter when she asked what he did the
day she was born.

Felt
Kakarot arch under him, push his hips up for more of the contact of his finger
against his prostate and he leaned to the side, wanted Vegeta’s mouth somewhere
different, he was sure. He just
switched his mouth to the opposite side and sucked on it while he finished
pressing his fingers inside his lover.

“Come
on…’Geta,” Kakarot whined. Panted
lightly and pushed himself up onto his elbows to look down at Vegeta
pleadingly. So he pulled his fingers
out, squeezed out more lube on to his hand, made short work of slicking his
erection and pushed himself into the amazing heat of his lover.

Smirked
when Kakarot grabbed the headboard and almost broke it. “Better?” he asked.

There
was a breathless nod, and he licked his lips, stretched up to Kak Kakarot,
felt his body bending under him and the erection pressed against his
stomach. Kakarot kissed him for only a
minute and then collapsed back against the bed, rolled his hips against the
hardness inside of him and groaned again.
Shifted endlessly and wriggled but couldn’t manage to get his feet dug
into the bed to push back with any real power.

As
nice as it was to watch his flushed lover panting and struggling, he had other
plans for his adorable Kakarot. Ran his
hands down the strong sides again, reclaimed the recently abused nipples and
sucked on them again as he thrust into him lazily.

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Alright.

This
was getting a tad annoying. Twice now
he had been right there on the verge of something rather incredibly nice, and
everytime Vegeta sped up and had him right there on the precipice he would
stop, or slow down, or just murmur something and pause, resume this lazy rhythm
like he wasn’t doing anything important or ANYTHING!

Which
was about to make him insanely crazy and he wouldn’t be responsible for his
actions.

Thankfully,
Vegeta smirked at him, gave him a dark little chuckle and then moved his hands down
Goku’s rather sweaty chest to his erection.
Wrapped his hand around it and stroked him as he moved faster inside
Goku. (Thank you Kami.) Drove him straight back to that breaking
point, and this time, when Goku was struggling to breath and heaving under him,
he didn’t stop, but let him drop over that edge into the outstanding oblivion
on the otherside where everything felt lovely and wonderful and there was no
room for second guessing. Only pleasure
and nice things.

He
collapsed onto the mattr and and gulped in air to catch his breath as Vegeta
shivered above him and rode through his body’s clenching reaction to the
orgasm. He panted hard and pulled his
legs up, wrapped his own hands around his knees to keep them out of the way and
gave his mate an expectant look. Vegeta
moved inside of him, clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, dug his hands into
the poor blanket as he strove to meet his own oblivion. The little shocks of pleasure were nearly
painful to Goku’s already happy body.
Of course, his little whimpers were making Vegeta shake and that was
always the object anyway. So he
whimpered louder, with every thrust and then, with a great tremble of effort,
Vegeta released into him, and panted to catch his own breath.

“So,
what’s her name?” Goku asked.

Saw
Vegeta glare at him. And then shake his
head in disbelief that that question was the first one he’d ask after their
recent activities. He sucked in a
breath and managed to say: “Bra” before he pulled back, and laid at the end of
the bed, on his back and worked to catch his breath.

Goku
sat up, looked at his stomach and grimaced.
He wasn’t such a fan of his own release, found it rather unpleasant on
the whole. He ignored it for the moment
though and moved to sit next to Vegeta.
“Hn. So… Are we going to gck tck to training
tomorrow?”

Vegeta
glared at him again.

“Oh
fine. Catch your breath then.” He crawled off the bed and stood up. Stretched again, felt his back pop and made
a contented noise as he went to start their shower. Flicked on the water and stood there testing the temperature with
his hand as he hummed.

“Yes
Kakarot,” that was Vegeta, appearing in the doorway bearing no clothes but a
fresh set of towels. (Really, they
never used towels, but Vegeta insisted they be kept in the bathroom
nonetheless. “We will train tomorrow.”

Which
iat hat he figured would be the case.
Far be it for Vegeta to take a day off just because he had another
child. That would not be tenacious
enough. Not that Goku really had any
room to talk. He didn’t exactly take a
day off being dead to visit his kid.
(And while that thought sounded weird, he could have gone and seen
Goten.) Still, he wasn’t looking
forward to taunting his Saiyan side anymore.
Was almost afraid of what would come of it. Because he really did love Vegeta, and he knew what the Saiyan
side of him liked, knew what it was hungry for and he wasn’t about to give in
and let it have what it wanted. He
wasn’t going to take Vegeta like that.

Ever.

“Move,”
Vegeta said, and he stepped past him into the shower. Which reminded Goku that he had just been standing there for a
few moments doing nothing but making his frs prs pruney. Vegeta adjusted the water with the
calculated expertise of a scientist and then pulled him into the shower with
him.

“So,
are we just going to fight? Or… Hunt?”
Hunting would be okay. He didn’t
mind killing things nearly as much as he would mind it if he had to push back
that nasty part of himself that demanded the claim.

“We’ll
fight.”

Which
made him want to ask why. Why it was
that Vegeta was so insistent that part of him be brought to the fore. But he didn’t ask. Because he already knew.
Knew that it had to be brought out, because it had to be exposed. He would never learn to control it if he
didn’t let it play once in a while. And
he didn’t even mind the fighting. But
he hated that other part.

Vegeta
threw a washcloth in his face and stood under the water as the soapy foams (and
other things) slid off his body and down into the drain. Turned his back to him and let the water run
through his dark hair. Goku just huffed
a sigh and set about washing his own stinky body. Wondered why the hell it was they always took a shower in the
morning when they ended up taking a shower at night. Because of all the things they did, sleeping was the least likely
to make them dirty. But again, it was
something that Vegeta did, so he wasn’t about to question him over something
that wasn’t that important to begin with.
Slid past his mate to get under the spray of the water and felt Vegeta
watching him.

Smiled. He did like being watched.

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There. No teasing.

Vegeta: See. Nobody showed up.

Goku: They could
have.

Vegeta: But they
didn’t.

Goku: what if they
did.

Vegeta: *tears at
hair * WHERE IS THE ESTROGEN!?!?! WHO IS GIVING IT TO YOU?! *grabs Goku and tackles him to the ground
* TELL ME NOW!

Goku: *smirk * Ah, Geta, I love it when you get all
assertive.

Jaygoose:

Yeah! Fanfic writing! Yeah! *throws a party *

Er…yeah…anywho. Thanks for the compliment.

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