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Notes: Slash. M/M. Sex eventually. *Like in this chapter! *
Mpreg. Chi-Chi bashing. AU, I guess. *isn�t all fan
fiction AU?*

Oh, and I don�t own them. Of course I don�t, or I would be rich.

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Krillin was
willing to accept a lot of things. He
was used to not understanding Goku, to having the feeling that something was
happening inside of Goku�s mind that the rest of them couldn�t understand
because Saiyans were animals of instinct and humans were creatures of
tradition. But, he never thought that
one day he�d be staring at his best friend gobbling up food with (what Krillin
considered to be) his mortal enemy sitting at his side handing him dishes. Bulma was on Goku�s side opposite Vegeta and
she was writing down notes as Goku ate roughly triple the normal amount.

�So�� Krillin
started again, �You�re� Pregnant?� The last word sounded like a squeak.

Goku nodded as
he sucked the meat off a turkey leg.
�Yep.�

�And� Vegeta� another squeak �Is the� uh� Father?� multiple squeaks.

�Yep.�

�And� Er�
There�s a boy from the future that says you�re going to die in three
years?�

�Uh-huh.� And the massacre finally ended with Goku
leaning back in his chair, face smeared with various colored food. His tail was wrapped around the chair leg,
holding him in place as Goku started to rock the chair on its back legs.

�And you got
your tail back because you got your tail back because you wished for the dragon
to make ynto nto a�uh�woman?�

�That�s pretty
much it,� Goku said. He looked away
from Krillin to stare at Vegeta, and his eyelids dropped down, his eyes got
darker and he started to purr.

�And uh� Chichi?� Krillin asked.

Goku didn�t
answer, but he leaned forward in the chair and purred louder, his tail
unwrapped from around the chair and curled around Goku�s elbow. Vegeta was sitting ramrod straight in his
chair, with only his eyes moving as he watched Goku, but he was growling.

�Guys?�

Vegeta snarled
again, and looked away from Bulma. �Has
it been forty-eight hours?� he demanded.

Bulma
blinked. �Since when?�

Vegeta
scoffed. �Since the bitching harpy
showed up!�

Krillin could
only assume that Vegeta was talking about Chichi. Why it was relevant to whatever the Saiyans were doing was a
mystery to Krillin, and obviously to Bulma as well, because she gave Vegeta and
odd look.

�Not quite,� she
said, �Why?�

Goku moved
closer to Vegeta and purred louder. His
tail was wagging between the two of
them, straining to get close enough to Vegeta to touch him. But Vegeta resolutely moved away from Goku
and crossed his arms over his chest.

�No, Kakarot,�
he said sternly.

Goku
whined. � �Geta.�

�No.�

�What�s going
onan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Guys?� Krillin�s ability to accept and understand was being strained to
the very limit. He didn�t trust Vegeta,
he didn�t like him and he certainly didn�t believe that Goku was the one
responsible for this mess that they were now in. Krillin knew his best friend, and he would have known if Goku was
going to do something like this.

�I think it�s a
mating ritual,� Bulma said.

�Mating�ritual?�

�Stop purring
Kakarot!� Vegeta commanded. He had
moved his chair further away from Goku and was now holding his nose with one
hand. The other was resolutely crossed
over his chest, and for all his pride and arrogance, the Prince looked like a
disgruntled housewife.

�Please?� Goku
asked.

�No.� Vegeta
responded.

�What�s the
forty-eight hour thing?� Krillin asked.
The headache that he had gotten the first time Bulma explained
everything had turned into a full blown migraine as he realized that he was
going to be the best friend to a pregnant male alien who was mated to a
planet-destroying prince of a dead race.
Why had he come here? Why hadn�t
he just stayed away? Who cared if he
thought the world was being threatened again?
Who cared about that? He should
just go far away and live his life where everything was perfectly normal and
Saiyans didn�t enact strange purring-growling mating rituals in the middle of
the kitchen.

�Maybe its part
of the Saiyan fertility cycle,� Bulma said.
She jotted down a few more notes.

�Dammit!�
Vegeta shouted. �You will not blame me
for this Kakarot!� Then he shot to his
feet, wrapped his hands in Goku�s haid yad yanked the tall Saiyan up to kiss
him.

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Once
he had eaten, Goku was feeling pretty good.
Warm, full. Content. And yet, at the same time, that place under
his waist�that place he now associated with the feminine parts of him�was
aching again. Just like it had before
he and Vegeta� Just as the thought
occurred to him, Goku heard the purring start up again, like a motor engine in
his chest. He remembered what that
sound meant; he was purring like that when Vegeta and he had made the little
Saiyans, and he was purring like it right before Vegeta attacked Trunks. To his pleasant surprise, he heard the
answer growl in Vegeta�s throat, and stared at him, leaned forward and drew in a
lungful of the musky scent.

But Vegeta wasn�t
looking at him. He seemed to be trying
to avoid him again. Which was fine,
Goku figured. Hadn�t Vegeta done the
same thing last time? Then the little
prince spoke: �Has it been forty-eight
hours?� Someone must have replied to
the prince because he continued. �Since
the bitching harpy showed up!�

Goku moved
closer to Vegeta and purred louder. He
was beginning to get a handle on this instinct thing. The purring was what made the musky smell get stronger, he
figured, the stronger the delicious smell, the more likely he would get what he
wanted. Then his tail started straining
towards Vegeta�just like last time! And
Goku smiled, pleased that he was learning how to be a Saiyan. But Vegeta resolutely moved away from Goku
and crossed his arms over his chest.

�No, Kakarot,�
he said sternly.

Goku
whined. � �Geta.�

�No.� Vegeta gave him a look out of the corner of
his eye. The smell got stronger and
Goku purred as loudly as he could, focused all his attention on Vegeta and
thought of every scandalous thing he could, hoping that somehow thinking about
Vegeta doing things to him would end with Vegeta giving him what he
wanted. �Stop purring Kakarot!� Vegeta
commanded. He moved his chair further
away from Goku and was now holding his nose with one hand.

Well, when the
Saiyan way wasn�t working perfectly, throw in the human way: �Please?� Goku asked.

The
Prince was willing to give into his mate�s needs, because Goku was the one who
would carry the physical burden of the brats, but he wasn�t about to allow the
baka to take control of absolutely every aspect of their life including how
Vegeta chose to thrust. So he gathered
all his energy, burst into Super Saiyan�funny how easy that was now�and Goku
absolutely screamed under him. The
hands clawed at his back again, but couldn�t break through the skin. Vegeta thrust harder, grinned into the man�s
chest as he felt the orgasm ricochet through his lover�s body.
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