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Promises
By : Batjokes
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Bulma looked to her long time friend, Goku and continued to worry about whether or not this was a good idea. Him stepping into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with others who wished to train whilst he was in his current condition.

She looked to the shortest of the Saiyans, her brows furrowed, “Are you certain that you’ll be able to keep Goku from doing anything that might harm his unborn children?”

Tarble nodded. “Yes. Besides, as he carries the heirs of my brother, the crown prince - which he really should be King - the others would stop what they were doing and would not allow him to train either.”

She nodded, content with that information. “Good. And just where are the others?”

Vegeta’s voice echoed in the room as he and the rest of the Saiyan’s entered. “We’re here.”

She noticed Goku following behind them, his tail dragging over the ground. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by her that his tail was twice as long as any of the others.

“Good. Well then, since Goku knows how to use these,” she placed three capsules in Goku’s hands, “you’ll have adequate shelter, medical supplies, and some of your favorite dishes.” She knew what her friend had been craving as of late and wasn’t sure it was attainable in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber - though she had heard of creatures to hunt inside. Some that were near, or completely extinct on Earth.

Maybe one day she’d enter that place just to capture some specimens so that they could be brought back on Earth. Probably in a zoo unfortunately since there habitat had changed or been filled with prey and predator that might not agree with them and it would be a terrible loss again. She’d have to find someone to study them better before ever actually doing so.

“How long do you plan to be inside?”

Goku tilted his head and grinned. “Just a day.”

“Which is a year inside,” she hoped it would be enough. “Are you certain you want to go with them? You won't be able to give birth in a hospital in there.”

Vegeta, arms crossed, head tilted down, eyes closed, chuckled. “Saiyan’s do not give birth in hospitals.”

Nappa and Raditz nodded when she glanced toward them.

Tarble took her hand and gave it a light pat. “Worry not, Saiyan instincts will kick in even if he doesn’t understand our ways.”

Goku scratched the back of his head. “An’ I got some senzu beans from Yajirobi.”

Bulma blinked and raised a brow at her friend. “But is it something you’ll use them for?”

“If we don’t run out, ya.”

Bulma knew he meant that he’d be giving them to those training whether or not he somehow managed to weedle his way in. The others however, they did seem as if they’d keep him from doing something he’d regret should it harm his babies.

“Well, I’ll see you all tomorrow then.”

Goku grinned and then took off, with the other Saiyan’s following him as he took flight.

She still remembered when he couldn’t fly and had used Nimbus. She wondered if he still could, but didn’t know exactly how that worked.

“Be careful, Goku,” she whispered as they disappeared from view.

Goku, upon seeing who waited for them, grinned. “Hi Mister Popo! Hi Kami! Will ya let us use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber?”

Kami lifted his head. “If its you asking, Goku, of course. Your new friends however,” he turned his gaze upon the four Saiyans that had followed behind the Earth raised Saiyan, “I wouldn’t. And you shouldn’t.”

“But Kami, this Freeze guy,”

“Frieza!” Vegeta snapped.

“Yeah, this guy, Frieza is really strong and destroyed planets and he’s coming ta Earth. We need ta get stronger so he can’t do that here.”

Kami hummed and looked to Mr. Popo. “What do you think, my friend?”

“I think its a bad idea.”

“True,” Kami nodded.

“But, Kami, there’s no one else strong enough to stop Frieza. You’ve heard about him from King Kai.”

“That I have.”

The tip of Vegeta’s tail, wrapped around his waist, flicked and he growled. “Get on with it!”

Goku blinked and looked back to Vegeta. “Don’cha worry, Vegeta.”

Tarble turned to his brother, “We can not afford to offend the gods, big brother.”

Raditz nodded.

Nappa grumbled, but didn’t say anything, though he glared at Mr. Popo and Kami.

Kami cleared his throat, “Mr. Popo and I have decided you all may enter,” he lifted his staff and tapped on the door. It opened to reveal verdant green landscape filled with trees and ancient game.

Vegeta stared and turned to Nappa and Raditz, “You two, go in first.”

Goku, “I can go in first, Vegeta!”

Raditz glared at him, “You need ta stop disrespecting the prince.”

“What’da’ya mean?” He blinked.

“It’s prince Vegeta, Kakarot.”

Nappa chuckled, “But he carries Prince Vegeta’s cubs. And you yourself said he is the prince’s betrothed. That means we should be calling him Prince-Consort Kakarot. Even you as his brother.”

Goku’s eyes widened. “What? I’m just Goku.”

Vegeta grabbed Goku by the elbow and jumped into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with him.

Nappa shoved Raditz inside and followed behind.

Tarble turned to Kami and bowed. “Sorry about this, Kami. And thank you for your hospitality!” Then he too turned and followed the rest of the Saiyan’s into uncharted territory.

Once inside, Goku’s tail swished behind him in excitement. It had been so long since he’d been inside this place! Although he’d not ever stayed in it an entire year. Just a couple of Earth hours so that he could defeat a terrible individual with no regard to humanity.

Not that Goku was human. His grandpa Gohan had made certain he was aware of it. Because grandpa Gohan had wanted to make Goku understand that someday his prince might come looking for him.

The prince might be handsome, but he wasn’t nice. Had wanted to get rid of the humans and harm the planet. Goku couldn’t have that.

At least now they were working together on one goal. The goal of getting strong enough to defeat Frieza.

He tossed one of the capsules and up popped three cabins. Two of them had bunkbeds and the largest of the cabins had one queen size bed.

Goku himself preferred to sleep out under the open skies. Unless it was raining, or something like that.

He tossed a second capsule and it had an even larger cabin filled with medical supplies and a hospital bed with a solar powered battery attached to adjust the bed.

Goku shuddered. He didn’t want to think about anything that resembled a hospital. They had needles!

Finally the third capsule had several fridges and freezers filled with food. Cupboards filled with non-perishables and species. There were stoves and ovens too. Pots and pans.

His stomach rumbled and he lowered a hand to rub his belly.

Goku sniffed at the offerings, and although he’d been craving bison before he whimpered as it made his throat burn.

Turning from the food offerings he bumped into Vegeta.

“Ah! S-sorry Vegeta. Didn’t see ya there.”

Vegeta looked him up and down. “Why aren’t you eating, Kakarot?”

“I… ah… dunno.” He scratched the back of his head and a nervous chuckle escaped him.

Tarble asked as he came up to stand beside his brother, “I think the food made him nauseous, Vegeta.”

“Of course,” One of Vegeta’s fangs brushed against his bottom lip. “Well, then we’ll have to hunt. I bet he needs fresh warm raw meat.”

Goku blinked and the fur of his tail bushed up and he purred. He shook his head. “Ya dun hafta. We got plenty ta eat.”

Vegeta frowned at him. “We’re hunting. You stay here with Tarble.” He turned from him and looked to Nappa and Raditz. “Let’s go.”

The two nodded and followed their crown prince.

Goku’s lips twisted into a pout. “Why can’t I hunt with them?”

“Because, Prince Consort Kakarot,” Tarble began before being interrupted.

“I’m just Goku. Not Prince Consort.”

“But you are. You’re the crown prince’s betrothed and once you’re mated in the way of our people you will be the Prince Consort in truth.”

“Well, I ain’t mated ta Vegeta.”

“Yet.”

Goku’s gaze turned in the direction the others had gone. “I dunno. Vegeta doesn’t seem ta like me. He just wants,” he brushed his hands over his abdomen, “the cubs.”

“Hmmn. Maybe. But if you listen to me, you might be able to get his attention. I know he has a hard time with affection, but for those he does care about he cares deeply,” after all Tarble’s elder brother had cared deeply for their father the King. And before their mothers untimely death so too had he felt for the Queen.

“Ya sure? I dunno.” Then he glanced over at Tarble, “Ya wanna spar?”

Tarble blinked. “That isn’t a good idea and you know it.”

Goku pouted and sat down, legs crossed and hands on his thighs. “This isn’t fair.”

“You do want these cubs, don’t you?”

He blinked and sighed, leaning back against the side of one of the cabins. “I do. I just didn’t know I couldn’t train, or spar, or do alotta things. Like hunt.”

“Vegeta is courting you, you know?”

“What?” His gaze shot back to Tarble, “Wha’da’ya mean?”

“He took the pack with him so that they could hunt for you. Vegeta wants to provide for you and the cubs. If he didn’t want you, he wouldn’t do that himself. He’d have just ordered everyone else to do it while he stood or sat around.”

Goku’s tail twitched at that, a trill escaping him.

“What’s with all these noises I keep makin’?”

“Saiyan instincts.”

“But I dun remember makin’ them before.”

“You weren’t with Saiyans before. That or it’s because you’re with cub allowing you to connect with something you lost.”

“Oh… okay,” his eyes began to droop and he tilted back his head and his mouth opened to let slip a yawn.

“Why don’t you go inside and take a nap,” Tarble suggested. He placed a hand on Goku’s arm and helped him stand. Led him into the cabin with the queen bed and let him lay on it and covered him up.

Vegeta lowered himself to all fours. Took in the scent on the wind. Turned his head and nodded to Raditz and Nappa.

The three of them bounded forward, chasing their prey, chosen by the crown prince - their king in their mind - and locked on to the chosen target.

A beast in their prime which had lost its footing and twisted its ankle.

Vegeta could see it favored its other limbs. It wasn’t young like the hatchlings, nor was it old for it did not smell of age and near decay.

He just hoped it was injured enough that it wouldn’t be able to hold up against three Saiyan’s.

Nappa leaped from behind the creature, his fangs sinking into its flank.

The scent of blood had Vegeta’s heart rate quickening. He neared the beast.

Raditz charged from the side, causing the beast’s entire body to sway as it nearly tripped over. Raditz had gone in for a bite of the injured limb.

Seeing that, Vegeta took his chance. He ran toward the large creature. Regretting only that it had no fur to offer to Kakarot. A thought he quickly dispelled with a growl before leaping and latching his sharp fangs into the beasts neck. Ripping down along its jugular.

The Saiyan’s felt their prey collapse and convulse as it bled out.

They leapt away from it and waited for its death throes to come to an end.

Vegeta nodded, “We give thanks to Saiyan Deities for this meal.”

Nappa and Raditz were panting, mouths and talons bloody. Dripping onto their chest plates.

They should have been wearing nothing, or at least no more than a loincloth.

No matter. They had won this prize.

“You can carry it to the cabins, can’t you?”

Nappa grinned and hefted it up and the tail end dragged until Raditz lifted it up over his shoulder.

Vegeta led them back and had them set it down not too far, but not too close as they did not need their shelters ruined.

“Where is Kakarot, Tarble?”

“He fell asleep.”

He did not want their fresh kill to go to waste, but nor could he awaken a slumbering Saiyan swelling with cubs.

Vegeta need not have worried, because Kakarot walked out of the cabin, rubbing his eyes.

“Wha’ smells so good?”

He stepped back, as did the others. He indicated with his hands the smorgousboard that was the beast they had taken down. More than large enough for all of them. Then again, Kakarot was pregnant. He and the rest of them would wait until he’d had his fill. And even if somehow the third class that was somehow his betrothed ate the entire thing they still had food. But fresh killed meat was the best.

Kakarot walked forward and sank down onto his knees, his eyes hooded as if hypnotized.

Vegeta had seen it before. The craving for the meat in a pregnant Saiyan. Kakarot must have felt safe for some reason and he didn’t know if it was because of him, this place, or one of the others. At the idea of it being any of the others with them he growled and cast each of them a glower. Except Raditz, since he was Kakarot’s sibling.

They all looked away from him. None of them challenged him.

Never would he have thought he’d defend his right to a third class member of their race. But here he was.

Kakarot was his. He’d just have to claim him soon. So none of the others got any ideas. Not that they would, those that stood around him. But that didn’t mean there were others out there, who weren’t Saiyan, that might try something.

He watched as Kakarot removed the top of his ridiculous orange garb and then the bottoms. Leaving him in nothing.

Vegeta growled at the others and went to stand in a way that they would not be able to watch him.

They turned around, backs to them.

His own gaze returned to Kakarot. He watched as his betrotheds retractable talons came out, long and sharp. They cut into the belly of the beast.

Kakarot lowered his head and tore into the meat and organs. The best ones filled with iron and other nutrients a pregnant Saiyan required.

Vegeta gulped as the blood dripped onto Kakarot’s ample pectoral muscles that had begun to swell with milk.

He felt his own face grow warm and his loins heavy and hot.

I will make him mine.

Vegeta shook his head of the thought. Kakarot was already his. But it made little sense to him that a third class would ever be an Elite prince’s intended. But then there were no known to him intersex or females left of their people.

His hands curled as he thought of Frieza. Who had destroyed their home, endangered their race to near extinction. He could not learn of Kakarot.

Vegeta would destroy Frieza before he could harm the last hope for the Saiyan race and the future he carried within him. His cubs.

Kakarot ate quickly, voraciously, and then once he’d had his fill having consumed over half of the fresh kill he began to lick the blood off his arms.

Vegeta, seeing this, went to him and began to bathe him with his own tongue. Tasting the delicious blood, and bits of meat clinging to Kakarot’s flesh.

Raditz yelled at them, “Get a room, why don’cha!?”

Nappa smacked the back of Raditz’s head. “Don’t you speak to the royal family that way.”

Vegeta stood and lifted Kakarot blinked away the haze to gasp.

“Ya dun need ta carry me!”

“Hush, Kakarot.” He tossed over his shoulder, “Eat what you want, I’m going to take care of my… Kakarot.”

Kakarot tried to get out of his hold, but stilled when they both felt movement in his abdomen.

Vegeta gulped. “That… that was the cubs.”

Kakarot nodded and clung to him, shaking.

He took him into the cabin and laid him down on towels. “I’ll take care of you,” in more ways than one, he smirked down at him. “You look so good covered in blood.”

Kakarot’s face reddened. “I can clean myself, Vegeta!”

“Let me,” he took hold of Kakarot’s wrists and held them above his head.

Kakarot gulped and gave a small nod his tail wild as always and wagging hesitantly.

Vegeta swiped his tongue along Kakarot’s jaw and down his neck. Lapped at the blood that had dripped onto his pectoral muscles.

His lips latched onto a nipple and sucked off the little bead of blood.

Kakarot gasped beneath him. “V-vegeta! I-I feel weird.”

He hummed and let the nipple go with a wet pop. “Have you never been touched like this?”

The younger Saiyan shook his head.

Vegeta could feel his cock twitch at that revelation. Not that it had seemed he’d been touched before. Not with how naïve he’d sounded.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Kakarot bit into his bottom lip and shook his head.

“Good, you taste delicious, Kakarot.”

He chuckled beneath him. “It’s not me, its the dino-blood.”

“Dino-blood?”

He nodded. “Yeah, ya hunted a dinosaur.”

“Hmmn, interesting. If only it had had fur, I could have built you a nest and kept you in it.”

Vegeta’s head dipped, his hands moving Kakarot’s arms to his sides so that he could lick down his body without letting go of his wrists.

Kakarot squirmed beneath him his chest rising and falling quicker and quicker.

Vegeta’s tongue traced the definition of the muscles of Kakarot’s abdomen that had grown soft and continued to disappear more as his belly grew with cubs.

He lapped up each drop of blood. Found even a few on Kakarot’s thighs. His nose brushed against Kakarot’s cock.

Beneath him, the younger Saiyan’s legs shook.

“V-vegeta.” Kakarot whimpered, body arching as Vegeta’s tongue swiped along his length.

Inhaling his betrothed scent, he let go of Kakarot’s wrists and lifted his legs over his shoulders.

Kakarot’s hard cock lay against the younger Saiyan’s abdomen.

“Look how wet you are, Kakarot.”

“Huh?” He blinked up at him, his hands gripping the towels beneath him.

“Right, here,” he growled against Kakarot’s breeding channel where he flicked his tongue.

Kakarot’s entire body shuddered and his legs shook. “Oh! Ahh! Vegeta!”

He smirked and plunged his tongue inside, tasting something even better than the blood of the fresh kill.

With one hand he stroked Kakarot’s cock. With his other hand he undid his blue tights and stroked his own cock as he lapped at his betrothed’s juices.

He could feel how close the younger Saiyan was, heard his gasping breaths, his moans, his whines, the sound of him whimpering.

Then he felt him cum on his tongue, and soaked his hand in his seed.

Vegeta growled, causing vibrations against Kakarot’s as before untouched sopping wet pussy.

Kakarot cried, his body trembling, legs shaking.

Jerking himself quickly, he let the younger Saiyan’s legs down gently and then stood over him. His hand stroking his cock up and down, up and down until he came, his seed landing on Kakarot’s face, his tongue, in his hair, it dribbled down his chin.

“Fuck, Kakarot, you’re a sight.”

Kakarot stared up at him, dazed and licked his lips. “I-is that bad?”

“No,” he wished he could have had someone paint Kakarot like this. Debauched, debased, beautiful and naive.

This too, Frieza would not steal from him. “I noticed a waterfall while hunting. We should go there so you can clean up.”

“Ya could clean me up like ya did with the blood.”

Vegeta smirked, “You just want to go again, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

Perhaps not. He stood and took Kakarot’s hand. Placed a towel around his waist and tied it. Then he led him out the back door of the cabin while the others were preoccupied with their meal.

He chuckled when he noticed Kakarot’s wobbly walk and leaned against him to help get him to the waterfall.

As yet, Kakarot had not shown him his neck for the claim. But they’d only recently met. Yet Kakarot was his betrothed. Carried his cubs. And had just come on his tongue.

After this, he and the others would begin training. He would not have time to dwell on this, nor time to enjoy what they just had.

“Wow, this place is real pretty, Vegeta!” Kakarot giggled and jumped into the water.

“Kakarot!” He growled out and divested of his armor to follow after him. He hadn’t known how swift the current, nor had he expected Kakarot to just jump in without testing the water first.

It wasn’t bad, but he grabbed him around the waist and turned him to him. Dragged him down into a punishing kiss.

“Don’t you do that again!”

“What?”

“Leap into things! I wont have you hurt.”

“I’m not hurt, Vegeta. An’ I get all kinds of injuries when I spar and fight.”

“Which you can’t do while you’re pregnant, Kakarot.”

“And after?” The younger, taller Saiyan glared down at him.

“As my consort you wont need to fight for anything.”

“But I like ta fight!” He backed away, lips twisted into a pout.

He had a feeling that if he said the wrong thing like was on his tongue, he’d lose the chance to claim him.

“Of course. You’re a Saiyan. But you have to wait until after the cubs are born.”

“Okay,” Kakarot sighed and sank down to sit, the water coming up to his shoulders.

Vegeta didn’t mention that once he was claimed, he was hellbent on keeping him pregnant if it meant keeping him safe. Plus the repopulation of their people thus far would be dependent on them.

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A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I would love to hear what you thought of this and what you might hope to happen next.
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