A Saiyan Way of Life

Title: A Saiyan Way of Life

Author: 2dragonkat

Summary: Sequel to my fic Alternate Reality. Life for the Saiyan family after Buu. Goku/Vegeta, Piccolo/Gohan, future Trunks/Goten.

Discalimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.

Rating: Mature for some chapters.

Overall Warnings: explicit yaoi, mpreg, angst, deviation from the DBZ plot but Uub will be present (just as a plot device), and bashing of various DBZ ladies.

AN: I know, fast update huh. But I finished another chapter last night, so I'm posting this chapter. This way of posting, I have realized, will work as long as I'm writing chapters. But I only have two more chapters to write and like six to post before we get there. So once I'm done I've decided (and I hate to do this) that posting will be based on reviews. But this is just a heads up folks. I'll let you know when this whole fic is finished.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. This is actually the first chapter I wrote after my surgery. I can't tell but this could have a different feel than the previous chapters writing wise, because I personally think something has changed in my writing since surgery. But that just may be paranoia. XD

I have to send out a warm thanks to my muse Juliesie. She is the one who keeps me motivated to write this. It's only because of you hun I mananged to get back up and start writing this fic again. She even gave me the set up for this chapter, just so you all know.

Warnings for this chapter: smut people (G/V) and...well I can't figure out what else to put here.

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Chapter 7 – All Grown Up

WC: 3,207

Vegeta was cleaning the dishes from the lunch he had just made for himself and his mate. Actually to be more specific, he had washed and dried all the dishes they used, then washed and dried them again, put them away in the cupboards, then took them out and reorganized them in what he thought was a better configuration. Now he stood washing the same plate he had been cleaning for the past ten minutes. He would wash it, dry it, scrutinize it, then in his head realize it was not absolutely perfect and would go through the process again, and again…and again.

That was how Goku found his mate. He walked into the kitchen, wanting to be with his lover since the house was so quiet, figuring he would be done cleaning up after their meal. He sighed at the state he found Vegeta in. He rubbed his neck, gazing at Vegeta with sad but exasperated eyes. “Babe,” he called, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen.

Vegeta spun around, so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t sense his mate come to the room. In his surprise he dropped the pristine plate he had been cleaning, hands so slippery with soap that they couldn’t keep a good grip. Both Saiyans looked down at the shattered plate. Vegeta bent down after a moment and cleaned the mess up, throwing away the remains. He rinsed his hands and the sink, sighing as he backed away from his work, coming to stand in front of his lover.

Goku sighed again, wrapping an arm around Vegeta’s shoulders and leading him to the living room. They sat down on a low seat attached to the window that faced their front yard. Vegeta leaned back into Goku’s embrace, staring out the window, not saying a word.

“Come on babe, snap out of it,” Goku said, tightening his hold on Vegeta so his stubborn lover would face him. “You’ve been like this for days. I feel the same way you do, but we can’t let our feelings get the better of us. It was going to happen Vegeta, maybe not the way we expected, but we knew they weren’t going to stay around forever.”

Vegeta closed his eyes, turning around so he faced his lover. He opened them slowly, turning sad eyes on his lover. “I know Kakarot. It’s still hard. They were my little boys not so long ago. It’s hard to imagine they’re gone,” he whispered.

“Vegeta, they’re not gone forever. They’ll still visit. We might have this home all to ourselves now, but if you ask me, we should take advantage of that,” Goku said, hoping to take his lover’s mind off of the most recent event in their family.

“What do you mean take advantage of it,” Vegeta asked, tilting his head to one side as he looked up at his lover.

Goku suddenly grinned wolfishly, turning his lover around so Vegeta straddled his lap. “Well I was thinking, with the house empty like this, it’s unlikely we’ll have someone stumble in on compromising positions,” he said, voice dropping to a near growl.

Vegeta’s eyes widened, before they narrowed and lust began to cover up his sadness. “What did you have in mind,” he purred, wrapping his arms around Goku’s shoulders.

“Well I had always wanted to spread you out on the counter in the kitchen and cover you like my favorite treats,” Goku growled, leaning down to press a kiss to the base of Vegeta’s neck, right where his claim mark lay on the soft bronze skin.

Vegeta sighed, nuzzling his lover’s hair, admitting to himself he had had similar thoughts, but he had pictured them in the tub out back, under a starry sky. Maybe there was a bonus to having the house to themselves.

Goku stood up, wrapping his arms around Vegeta, holding his mate easily as he returned to the kitchen. His lover, more than himself, was deeply affected by the empty nest they now have, but as the good mate he is, he’s going to do everything he can to make Vegeta happy and distract him from his unhappy thoughts. He carried Vegeta over to the counter of the island stretched out in the middle of the kitchen, spreading his mate out on the granite like the delicacy he was. Not because he was weak but because he was special.

He removed Vegeta’s clothes, then his own, stopping to press kisses on special parts of Vegeta’s body, like a series of freckles on his collar bones, the subtle tan line on his shoulders, a mole on the right side of his stomach, a scar on the inside of his left thigh, and the birth mark on his right ankle.

He pulled away, leaving his mate quietly panting, eyes nearly closed in passion. He opened the door to their refrigerator, digging around and pulled out a variety of foods, but figured he’d start slow. He sauntered back to Vegeta holding up the items in his hand, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a bottle of BBQ sauce for Vegeta to see. “Which would you prefer Vegeta,” he asked, voice deep with his desire. “Sweet or Spicy?”

Vegeta chuckled, spreading out a bit more on the cool granite of the counter top. “Spice up my life Kakarot,” he said quietly and closed his eyes, trying to focus on his lover and not thoughts of his youngest boys…all grown up.

All grown up…

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On Trunks’ 18th birthday, Vegeta threw a party his son would never forget. Everything his son had asked to do on his birthday, Vegeta had made it all possible. Because turning 18 was quite the landmark birthday to Saiyans…it means they are now adults. Of course Vegeta smiled for his son, but underneath he felt a little sadness creep in. His son was all grown up, and now he won’t need Vegeta anymore to care for him. Goten was the same story, even though he wasn’t 18 yet, growing up with Trunks had allowed him to become an adult earlier in his life.

Trunks smiled at his Papa so beautifully that day, going over and giving Vegeta many hugs in thanks because his birthday was such a hit. He had many friends from school and their family’s friends there wishing him well and having a wonderful time. Vegeta stayed in the corner for most of the party, just watching and trying to remember this moment…but his little boy was growing up…and he’ll be leaving to live his own life.

He won’t need Vegeta anymore…

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Vegeta’s body shuddered, slipping and sliding easily on the sweat soaked countertop. He had one hand wrapped around the edge of the counter trying to keep him grounded and the other was threaded through Goku’s hair, fingers convulsing with every pleasurable shock that raged through his body.

He was literally being devoured. His mate had covered him with a thin layer of the spicy sauce he had grabbed and had slowly trailed down Vegeta’s body, starting at his neck and inching down after lapping up the sauce that mixed with Vegeta’s own flavor, creating a taste Goku never wanted to stop eating. Vegeta moaned loudly, eyes closed tight as his mate cleaned up the mess between his thighs, bringing him to and from orgasm to the point Vegeta was almost ready to pounce and take control.

Almost…

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The first time Vegeta discovered his boys no longer saw each other as brothers and/or good friends was a late autumn night, two weeks after Trunks’ birthday. The boys had rushed up to their still shared room after dinner. Vegeta had encouraged them to have separate rooms since Gohan’s was no longer used but they were insistent that they stick together, so Vegeta let the subject drop.

When he and Goku were ready to call it a night they went to their room but Vegeta decided to tell the boys they were going to bed, so the boys would know they were on their own for the night. He came to the door, not surprised to hear noises from behind it, but he did pause before knocking…those sounds didn’t sound playful, least not in the ‘two boys playing innocently together.’ He shook his head and knocked on the door.

There was a thump, muffled cursing, rusting of fabric and the shuffling of nervous feet. The door slowly creaked open and Trunks popped his head around the other side of it, not letting his Papa see into the room. “Yes,” he said, voice cracking. He cleared his throat and coughed, starting again. “Did you need something Pops?”

Vegeta stared at his son, eyes wide with disbelief. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what that look meant. Gohan wore the same expression whenever he and Piccolo were interrupted in a very compromising position. He blinked, shaking his head a bit. He felt the same way right then, that he had felt when Gohan told Vegeta that he and Piccolo were in a relationship.

This was something he never suspected or expected…his two little boys…Trunks and Goten…together. He shook himself out of his stupor, deciding to let the matter rest for the night…he’ll talk to his boys in the morning. Right now he had to digest the information before looking at it with an objective eye…and he also had to explain the situation to his mate.

“I just wanted to tell the two of you that your father and I are going to bed. So…have a good night,” he whispered, backing up and turning away before Trunks had even closed the door.

What an interesting turn of events…

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Vegeta cried out, for once not trying to cover up the sound cause there was no one else near by to hear, and the only one around, wanted to hear those sounds more than anything. He arched his back, legs tightly gripping the hips thrusting in and out of him.

After Goku has cleaned his body of sauce he had immediately dragged Vegeta so his ass nearly hung off the counter, thrusting in with barely any preparation at all. Vegeta had growled at the rough entry, but didn’t protest…it was exactly what he needed. He desired proof that there was someone who still needed him just as much as he needs them. So he let Goku have his way with his body.

His hands gripped the arms on either side of his body, staring at the face of his mate. Goku had his eyes closed, sweat beading on his forehead, face contorted in ecstasy as he lost himself in the feel of the prince’s soft insides. Vegeta groaned at each thrust as it grazed against his prostate, rubbing the sensitized walls inside of him while Goku’s tight, taunt stomach caressed his erection with just enough pressure to have him teetering on the edge of orgasm.

He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take…

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It was two months after he found out that Goten and Trunks were in a relationship when Vegeta realized there was still another hurdle to get over. It was early morning and Vegeta woke up in Goku’s arms. He wondered what had woken him because he was never up this early…but he never doubted his instincts.

He had left his room and suddenly he knew what was wrong. A strong scent assaulted him, something unique but still similar to something he’s smelled before. A Dom was in heat…his son Trunks was in heat.

He dashed to the boys’ room but before he got there the door was slammed open and Goten had jumped into his arms, even though he was slightly larger than his Papa, making the prince teeter unsteadily on his feet. “Papa, something is wrong with Trunks. He’s acting strange,” Goten had gasped out, but Vegeta noticed his youngest son’s own body was starting to react to the scent of another’s heat, slowly but surely.

Goten was a Sub, so it was only natural he would react to Trunks going into heat. But the only reason he was reacting was because they were not really related, if they had been true relatives, by blood that is, Goten wouldn’t have been able to go into his own heat, triggered by another’s. But the other thing Vegeta was realizing was that they were destined to be mates. A Saiyan who has not reached full maturity will not have their own heat triggered unless their soul mate goes into heat first.

He held Goten loosely waiting for the reactions he was having to take full effect. “He’s gone into his heat Goten. And you’re about to as well,” Vegeta murmured, gently guiding Goten, who was losing focus more and more, down the stairs and outside.

He nudged Goten towards the forest. “Remember what I told you Goten. You are to go deep into the forest when in heat, so you don’t harm any humans. Now go, before you can’t anymore,” he said, shoving Goten off the porch then turning and watching as Trunks tumbled down the stairs.

His son’s eyes were alight and glazed; giving off a strong, arousing scent that Vegeta himself would have reacted to if he wasn’t the boy’s father. He heard Goten dash off, stumbling horribly as he went into the forest. Then Trunks was out the door, running after Goten and the two disappeared from sight and Vegeta truly felt like they were leaving.

They were leaving to live their own lives now…

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Vegeta panted, one hand shakily wiping his brow while his other hand rested on Goku’s heaving back. They were sated, resting after the finale of their lovemaking, collapsed on the counter of the kitchen. Vegeta cracked open his eyes staring at the ceiling, sighing with satisfaction. He still felt a little melancholy but he realized that even if all his sons didn’t need him, they still loved him and would always be around. And he still had someone who needed him…case in point being the fact they had just made-love in the kitchen.

A person clearing their throat couldn’t be any more unwanted in that moment…but alas, Vegeta and Goku’s post-coital embrace was interrupted by someone in the doorway, awkwardly doing just that. Goku jumped and slipped on some spilt sauce on the tile of the kitchen, making a bigger mess as he flailed about and tumbled over. Vegeta was a little more graceful in his surprise and just sat up, looking over his shoulder to see Krillin, Roshi, 18, and Marron in the doorway, though the women were discreetly not looking and the men were chuckling.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, slapping a hand over the back of Goku’s head as the man stuttered and continued to flail about in confusion and embarrassment. He grabbed their pants and put his on, tossing Goku’s at the bright red man. Vegeta was quite thankful there was a large counter top dividing the two of them from their guests, so they weren’t giving unnecessary eyefuls to their friends.

He had forgotten that they were coming over to spend the afternoon together. His sons and Piccolo were coming as well, and then they were going to have a huge dinner as was still custom these Friday nights.

After their heat Trunks and Goten had become mates officially and not too long after moved out into the capsule home Vegeta had first used when he and his son left capsule corps all those years ago. They were going to be building their home while staying in the small house together. Vegeta had reluctantly let them leave, trying not to put up a fuss since it was not his style, but inside he had wanted to hold on to them and never let them go.

Now he knew what some human’s referred to as ‘empty nest syndrome’ for parents whose children had ‘flown the coop.’

The day flew by and Vegeta was content to have his entire family, friends included, all under the same roof for a time. He was happy for his youngest sons, that they found love together and had discovered the joys of having a soul mate.

Vegeta felt he was awfully lucky. Not only had he found the man who completed him, but so did the three boys he reared, and no parent could be more proud than he was right then.

The night was filled with laugher for many hours before slowly, people began leaving, first Roshi and Krillin’s family, then Goten and Trunks, and finally Gohan and Piccolo. Vegeta closed and locked the front door before slowly traveling through the quiet house and closing it down for the night. He climbed the stairs, avoiding looking at the empty rooms across the hall. He was in the master bedroom; closing that door along with his eyes and leaning back to rest on the sturdy wood of the door.

He was enveloped in a warm embrace and he let his tired body go limp in the strong arms around him. He was carried to bed and laid down. He watched through sleepy eyes as he was undressed then tenderly loved by his attentive mate. Later his cooling body was wrapped up tightly in powerful arms and blankets atop his soft bed. He nuzzled his lover’s chest, thanking him for the unconditional love he had for Vegeta. His eyes closed, listening as Goku fell into a deep sleep while he stayed awake.

He was being hit particularly hard by the fact he was no longer a full-time parent. Radditz, when he had been teaching a young Vegeta all about being a Saiyan, had said most couples waited decades, even centuries before having children. Vegeta shifted in bed, tracing soft patterns on Goku’s soft pale skin. Maybe the reasons he was taking this so hard was because, one, he was still rather young for a Saiyan, so maybe his body was still in it’s prime and wanted to, like most mammals, pass on his genes. But also Vegeta suspected that the main reason was because he had never had a cub of his own, he had only raised cubs that he had not carried…and he was a Sub, so maybe his body and heart were telling him it was time to have cub truly of his own.

He looked up at his sleeping lover’s face, gently tracing the side of his jaw. Also, he now had a mate, and he hadn’t before. His body must be reacting to the fact that he was in his prime, had never had a cub, and he had a mate to protect him while he was vulnerable in pregnancy.

Vegeta felt a smile curl over his lips as a decision cemented itself in his mind and heart. It’s time they started a real family. They loved their sons, they always will, but there was something to be said about the fact that they didn’t have one child that was both of theirs by blood.

Vegeta curled closer to the warm body sleeping next to him. He would need to wait a couple years until he went into heat again…but it would be worth the wait.

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Review, review, review please.

I know people don't usually do this but I have to. My muse Julesie has started posting her first multi-chapter fic that I've been helping her with. So I think a lot of people who like what I'm doing will like her stuff, it's a very unique plot idea. So go check it out folks, it's called "Love Triangle".

The next chapter is a two parter (because it just wouldn't end). So look for that in the next few days.

TTFN