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Chapter 8

Goku woke up. Woke up to something that he might have recognized as a hangover if he had ever gotten drunk, but between his constitution and his undying need to save the universe, he really hadn’t had a whole lot of time to aro around and get drunk. So he pushed himself up to sit on the bed, felt his spine throb, his head was heavy like it was stuffed with raw cotton and his mouth was dry. His whole body ached from the monstrosity of an unforgiving workout the day before had been. (Really, sex fore ore than three hours was just not that fun when you were already tired from sitting still the whole DAMN MORNING.) He groaned, ran his hand over his face and through his hair.

“Vegeta’s evil,” he said to himself, and stood up. The newly regenerated tail wrapped around his waist like a whiny cat and he patted it (like it was a separate part of his consciousness) and walked clumsily to the doorway between living quarters and control room.

Vegeta, naturally, was just fine. He was sitting in the control chair legs crossed, tail resting comfortably, without a throbbing bite on his arm or a headache from hell (or an ache in certain nether regions that was really uncomfortable.) “Kakarot,” was the greeting when Goku finally managed to make his way over to the chair.

He tried very hard to come up with an intelligent question like “where are we in the universe” or did did our tails come back exactly, could you explain your methods to me. Please?” But, really, it was much more satisfying to pick the scrawny bastard up by the neck and punch him. Vegeta understood that it was just a hangover punch, he was sure. Besides it barely had force behind him, and Vegeta just grinned at him.

“We’ll be on Namek in a few hours, Kakarot, go back to bed.” All grinning like it was such a good fucking thing that they were closer now to reviving his dead brother whom he hated and whom Vegeta had questionable sexual relationships with.

He didn’t pout, he just stood there, naked, large, with his tail around his waist and his body aching. He was used to having the ‘after a spar’ aches and pains of being tossed through a mountain but it was something completely different when you were driven to the point of mindlessness our our mate while being held on the edge of orgasm for HOURS. He wasn’t even sure his tail was worth the trouble.

Vegeta patted him on the head like he was a baby or something. But he didn’t say anything. Bastard.