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The Spaces In Between	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1625 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball Super, Resurrection 'F', or Battle of Gods or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Takes place sometime between chapters 34 (Dependence) and 35 (Reunited) in the main story.  I expect to have a new chapter of the main story up by Monday. Hope this tides you over!

Unsullied

“Hey, Vegeta? I was just wondering something.”

“Oh?” Vegeta asked, turning to him across the bar and tossing his sweaty towel onto a table. “What fool thing do you have in your head this time?”

Goku swallowed hard, trying to keep up the courage he’d gained from his spar with his mate. He’d already chickened out of this conversation more times than he wanted to think about. Vegeta eyed him expectantly, arms folding across his chest and Goku couldn’t help his wandering attention. Vegeta’s shorts and tank left very little to the imagination after all, bringing Goku’s attention to how much he loved any and everything having to do with Vegeta’s body.

He gave himself a mental shake, putting both hands on the kitchen counter and using the cool stone under his warm fingers to help him focus. Usually after a good spar their blood was up and today was no exception; it was the perfect time to talk about their sex life…

‘Maybe even try something new,’ Goku thought hopefully.

Vegeta smirked at his mate’s scrutiny, returning it in full measure. “You can just ask me later, you know.”

“No, this is important,” he said, tossing Vegeta a water bottle from the fridge. “Do you remember anything from when I had you under this past week? Like umm… anything out of the ordinary?”

There was something in Goku’s tone, something that set off alarm bells. Vegeta’s mind raced. Shutting down his conscious thought processes had been a desperate and dangerous gamble on Goku’s part, but one that had ultimately built trust between them instead of tearing them apart.

But it had been a strange experience for Vegeta. He remembered some things clearly while other things were either hazy or missing outright. ‘If I hurt him…’

“What… What did I do, Kakarot?” he finally asked, heart in his throat.

Goku turned away, suddenly nervous. He went about getting himself a tall glass of cold water while he spoke, hoping the activity would calm him. “You were touching me like you wanted to… you know, have me on the bottom.  In the bottom,” he laughed nervously into the silence. “I just wanted you to know that I’d be okay with that. More than okay, really. If you wanted to.”

He relaxed a moment, allowing himself some pride in getting that out. As much of a champion dirty talker he was, some things were still difficult to get out. But he whirled in surprise at hearing something hit the floor. Vegeta stood, breathing fast and uneven, hand still curled around the plastic bottle that had slipped out of it.

“...Vegeta?”

He had recoiled in horror, feeling Goku flash from confusion to alarm to remorse but there was nothing Vegeta could do to put his mate at ease; it was as though his world had ground to a screeching halt.

“I have to go,” Vegeta mumbled. “I have to-”

Goku reached out, feeling Vegeta’s energies gathering for Transmission. “Vegeta! Hey, wait, I’m-”

He was too late, Vegeta had disappeared from his sight, eyes wide and…

Frightened.

“-sorry,” he finished quietly, wishing he’d kept his big mouth shut.

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“-and we’re falling behind on a couple of projects. I’ll be reshuffling some of you until we get back on track. Jess, I want you working with Sora on- Shit! Vegeta, what the hell?!” Bulma fumed. Usually his Transmissions were smooth. But today there were papers flying everywhere, thrown around by the sudden pressure disturbance in the room. Those few assembled in the spacious conference room were accustomed to her baby daddy’s surprise visits, but said visits weren’t usually this jarring.

“Everyone but the Woman, get out,” Vegeta ordered quietly.

Bulma’s eyes narrowed. No one controlled her or ordered her about, not even royalty. Some of her associates were emboldened by her ire, speaking up to protest the sudden interruption. But Bulma’s narrowed blue eyes widened as Vegeta lost his temper, flaring his power with an equally intimidating yell. “I said get the fuck out!”

Bulma’s wrath retreated, forming an ache just behind her eyes. She sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Alright guys. Let me handle this. Get back to work, and we’ll continue this in the morning.”

She didn’t address Vegeta until they had privacy in the windowed conference room. “You’d better have a damned good reason for this,” she seethed, turning, only to stop short at really seeing him.

She knew the Prince of All Saiyans. Maybe not as well as some, but she knew him better than most.

And there was something terribly wrong.

“Did I ever hurt you?” he finally asked.

“Did you… what? I don’t understand.”

“When we were trying for Trunks. Did I ever hurt you?”

She burst out in an incredulous laugh, stalking a few feet away from him in a fit of sudden anger. “Are you serious? You just busted into an important meeting just to hear me praise your sexual prowess?!”

“Just answer the fucking question, Woman! Did. I. Ever. Hurt you?!”

Bulma whirled on him, furious. “No! You-” She stopped, not seeing in his eyes the pompousness she’d expected, but something desperate and pleading. “No,” she answered more calmly. “You never hurt me. In fact, anytime you’d like to revisit how little pain I suffered in conceiving him, feel free to ring me.”

The tightness across Vegeta’s shoulders eased, but only a little. He fell heavily into one of the conference chairs near him and Bulma did the same, wheeling closer until she could look him in the eye. “Now will you tell me what this is all about? Don’t tell me there’s something off in your sex life. Almost every time I see Goku he’s got that big, stupid grin on his face like he’s been rogered into a better incarnation. Did he say you were hurting him or something?”

“No! I would never… I mean I… Shit…” He trailed off, looking dubiously into Bulma’s bright blue eyes. Going outside his own counsel when it came to personal matters wasn’t exactly his style at the best of times.

Bulma made an annoyed sound, fairly reading his mind. “Come on, Vegeta. You came here - to me - for a reason. Just answer the question!”

“Fine,” he growled, shifting uncomfortably in the plush chair. “I’ve never even been on that end of things. He never seemed unhappy with that but… now he wants things to change.”

Bulma chuckled. “That’s what this is all about? He wants you to fuck him and you have performance anxiety? Wait… you haven’t yet, not ever? Vegeta… that’s completely unfair!”

“How is that?” Vegeta frowned, immediately defending what he thought was an attack on his mate. “It’s not because he’s ever turned me down or anything, and even if he did-”

“No, no. You don’t get it, I don’t mean it’s unfair to you,” Bulma interrupted, shaking her head. “It’s not fair to him. Vegeta, you are just awful at telling people how you feel about them.” She saw his brow draw down and held a hand up to forestall his argument. “I know, you’re better with Goku than anyone else and you’ve come a long way, but back then, when we decided to try and have a baby together… I didn’t know what to expect. I almost called it off, you know. I knew that I’d get what I wanted too, but I didn’t really know if I could handle being just a means to end. And to be honest, I was a little afraid of you.”

“Bullshit,” Vegeta scoffed, and Bulma laughed a little more.

“I was good at hiding my fear, but it’s true. I wasn’t all that experienced but I knew I didn’t like rough sex and you sure as hell didn’t seem like the gentle lover type. Do you remember telling me not to worry, that you weren’t going to hurt me and that I was special to you?”

Vegeta grimaced in distaste. “Your memory is going. I don’t say stupid shit like that.”

“You did,” Bulma insisted. “Every time you touched me. I had never slept so well as I did when you held me those nights. Even though I was the one that called you to come over I didn’t know how things would go when you showed up. I was about to tell you that I changed my mind but before I could say anything you touched my cheek and you kissed me. And I knew then that I wasn’t just a handy incubator - even though you might not have known it at the time,” she added with a small smile. “And you’re not letting Goku feel that? That’s… not right! Why not, what’s the problem? I would have thought letting him top you would have been a bigger problem.”

Vegeta grimaced, remembering how difficult - how impossible it had been to lay there, to let Goku shove into him that first time when he’d anticipated at best a child born of a brutal assault. Bulma was right and he knew it. His sexually violent upbringing had changed him; letting someone dominate him would have been a rare thing otherwise… assuming he ever allowed it at all. “No. Except for you it’s all I know. If one of us has to risk being injured it’s going to be me.”

“You’re both Saiyan,” Bulma chuckled. “I can’t imagine you’re both lovey-dovey all the time, he’s going to like it rough sometimes. And you both heal up so fast he’s not going to have more than a really pleasant hitch in his step for a couple of hours at most-” She stopped, suddenly understanding his words.

‘Not “hurt.” Injured. Oh, Vegeta… I wish this were simple performance anxiety.’ She looked at him sitting there with his perpetual glower, crossed arms and dismissive, go-fuck-yourself attitude and all she wanted was to hug him. “This goes back further than Gohan’s attack, doesn’t it?”

Vegeta snorted, his arms tightening a little across his chest. “That subject is closed. Besides, you’re far from stupid. You’ve probably already theorized about my past. Knowing details isn’t going to help you sleep at night, just ask Kakarot if you don’t believe me.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Bulma sighed, thinking for the umpteenth time how strange her relationship with this man truly was. There was care, friendship and trust… but she knew so little about him, this genetically compatible alien who had fathered the child that she loved with all her being. More than once she’d asked him about those dark days when Vegeta had been forced to serve the being who had destroyed his father, his people and his future but Vegeta refused to speak of it, even to her. “But whatever it is you won’t talk about is the real problem though, isn’t it?”

Vegeta only looked away and suddenly Bulma fumed, ready to throw something at his big, pompous head. “You come here and throw a fit, demanding my attention but then you just shut down?! How am I supposed to help if you won’t talk to me!?”

Vegeta’s worst fear in all this chose that moment to rear its ugly head. His breath caught at the thought of Goku lying underneath him, screaming in pain and disbelief as he drew his own pleasure from the violation of both his mate’s body and his trust. His breath hitched with the shock of the moment, and he focused back on Bulma with an effort. ‘I can talk. If it will spare him that, I can fucking well talk.’

“On occasion… human children who experience certain… unpleasant things go on to do those same vile things to others when they get older. I am not human, but… what if the same holds true for my people, for me? I have… no way of knowing and Kakarot… deserves better than my shitty, half-assed guesses.”

Bulma swallowed hard, then cleared her throat, just to give herself a little time to get her shit together after such a horrible disclosure. Vegeta had all but admitted he’d been sexually abused as a child… It was confirmation of her worst speculations, and Vegeta was right, even though she still didn’t know any details Bulma knew that she wouldn’t sleep well for a while. Once she was sure she wouldn’t embarrass either of them she looked back to Vegeta, though he was once again staring stolidly out a window pretending he hadn’t just dropped a bomb into the room…

Probably too ashamed by his admission to meet her own gaze. ‘Get it together, girl. He doesn’t need a shoulder to cry on. He came here for answers, and I’ve got them.’ She took a deep breath and forced a smile to her face, ready to continue their conversation. “Can I assume you came to me because I’m the only one who’s been on the receiving end of the uh… Royal Saiyan Staff?”

Bulma was glad to hear a small puff of relieved - or was that thankful? - laughter from Vegeta. “Yeah. I guess you could put it that way - though I don’t know why the hell you’d want to.”

“If it’s hurting him with all that Super Saiyan Passion you’re worried about, then just go easy. We both know you can hold off just about as long as you want to; that control of yours is kind of beyond belief!”

Vegeta snorted, in no mood for compliments. “I can’t stay in control forever, not with him. He’s… different.”

That gave Bulma a moment’s pause… and then she had to stifle a moment of sheer jealousy. If anyone could kick down Vegeta’s nigh unshakable control to bring out that hyper-aggressive, dom-y power top she just knew was in there, all repressed and dying to pound someone all night long, it was Goku. ‘Oh well,’ she thought mournfully. ‘I’m only human, he’d probably kill me. But what a way to go…’

“Goku’s different, huh? Might that be because you really, really love him?” she sing-songed. Vegeta made a frustrated sound, turning to glare out the large windows at nothing in particular and Bulma laughed. “Oh, come on. It doesn’t have to be forever.”

“Maybe…” Vegeta replied. The end of his tail flicked back and forth, absently tickling her ankle in its movement and Bulma finally saw something near hopeful in his eyes for the first time since his arrival.

She smiled at him, remembering the many times he’d helped with - or completely solved - some relationship problem of hers over the past ten years or so. Whether it was a bolstering argument that helped her remember her own strength, or the fear of god put into some asshole who didn’t treat her with the proper respect, Vegeta had been there for her to a degree that very few others knew.

Vegeta seemed to follow her trail of thought and returned her smile. He might not have felt the same way about her as he did for Goku, but they both knew she was one of the few people he cared for to such a high degree.

“I know that you trust me, Vegeta. So trust me now.” She took his hand, pulled the glove off before he could yell at her and grasped it tight. “Whatever has happened to you in the past, whatever horror you lived through… it’s not in you. I didn’t see it back then, and I certainly don’t see it now. You didn’t scare me, hurt me or do me any harm. Hell, you didn’t even fuck me or have sex with me. You made love to me. When I was with you, you were so careful with me, you made me feel like I was the most important thing in the universe. Hold back with Goku if that’s what it takes, until you feel like you can trust yourself. If you don’t, you’ll keep cheating him out of knowing that side of you. As much as I hate to let anyone else into the club, even I know that I shouldn’t be the only one in it. Okay? Promise me?”

“Hn. Don’t tell me what to do, Woman,” Vegeta replied softly.

Between his tone and his body language - including the fact that he hadn’t pulled his hand away - Bulma heard the promise she’d asked for. “Good,” she grinned. “Now go bang his brains out. And make sure he calls me so we can compare notes about you when he comes up for air!”

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Goku paced the living room restlessly, waiting for some hint of… anything from his wayward mate. While Vegeta hadn’t exactly closed him out, he’d put his mind into what passed for ‘privacy mode’ between them. Goku could have pushed through it but that action was reserved for emergencies.

It didn’t help that Goku knew where Vegeta had gone. He’d opened up about wanting Vegeta to top him and suddenly he needed to see Bulma? Goku grimaced at the thought. He couldn’t help but be hurt, wondering what Vegeta could possibly have to say to Bulma that he couldn’t say to his own mate.

Goku’s heart leaped into his throat when he felt Vegeta’s mind opening back up to him again, just before Transmitting back to him.

“Vegeta! Look, whatever I said I-”

“Stop. You did nothing wrong and I shouldn’t have run off like that. I just…” Vegeta stopped short, looking almost confused. Goku held his tongue, though it wasn’t easy. “What you said before… Forget about what you think I want from you or what you might think you owe me. Is that really what you want?”

Goku’s embarrassment hit him but Vegeta soothed it and pushed it aside. Goku sighed before admitting, “Of course I do. How could I not? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of obsessed with having sex with you. I want it in every way humanly… or, I guess, saiyan-ly possible. I think about it sometimes and…”

“And?”

Goku shrugged, blushing before admitting the truth. “It really… turns me on.”

Vegeta wrapped his tail around his waist to stop its nervous flicking. “This… might be too much for you. You don’t know what it’s like… You’ve never been helpless before.”

“What? Of course I have!” Goku scoffed. “You of all people should know that I’ve lost fights before, Vegeta. Or did you forget how we met?”

“No. That’s not what I mean. You’ve had your ass kicked. You’ve even had a few of your nastier enemies - including me - try to humiliate you. But that’s not the same thing as being sexually dominated. That's a kind of helplessness you don't know.”

“I don’t care,” Goku said stubbornly. “I want you. I’m not going to change my mind. Unless… Vegeta, if- if I read it wrong, if you don’t want me, then-”

“If you finish that idiotic sentence I will beat you into next week,” Vegeta snapped. “You are the only one I have ever desired and you know it.”

“Then why did you go see Bulma?” Goku blurted out, his jealousy and hurt spilling over. “Do you feel like you need her permission to do this with me or something because she was your first? Why won’t you let me have what you gave to her!? It’s not fair!”

Vegeta winced, almost able to hear Bulma’s ‘I told you so.’

He realized he had a choice. He knew that if he argued the finer points of his virginity, and how little those firsts with Bulma actually meant to him in light of his upbringing Goku would be pissed off enough to get into an argument about his mate’s self-worth, distracting him from this entire conversation. After that there’d be no telling when Goku would get up the nerve to have it again.

Vegeta shook his head in a harsh jerk. ‘What the hell is wrong with me? Is the Prince of All Saiyans such a coward that I’ll let my own mate suffer to ease my fears?’

“This has always hurt you?” Goku nodded, looking away and rubbing his arm uncomfortably. “How the hell did I never notice?!”

“I don’t think about it very often. But when I do it makes me feel bad that somebody else knows what it’s like to be with you like that when I don’t.”

Goku squirmed where he stood, self-conscious, embarrassed and dejected. The silence between them stretched until Vegeta finally broke it.

“I am… an idiot.”

Vegeta walked over to him slowly, tail beginning to swish enticingly behind him. Goku watched in shock as Vegeta took his hand before moving to lead him upstairs. “You might change your mind and you are free to do so.”

Goku’s heart began to race as they ascended the stairs. “Vegeta?”

“Yes, my Kakarot,” Vegeta said, and Goku could hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t you always get what you want from me? Stubborn, spoiled brat.”

Each step toward the bedroom had Goku’s confusion battling his eagerness. This wasn’t at all what he’d expected. This wasn’t the passionate, fiery, aggressive Vegeta of his fantasies. What he felt was the opposite; rigid control, as though he refused to feel his own desire. Goku shivered; feeling Vegeta’s focus and calm - and knowing that it was all for him - sent a jolt to his groin. Vegeta’s gloved thumb brushed over the back of his hand and another flush of heat passed through him.

‘This is… really happening.’

Vegeta reached the threshold of their bedroom and Goku stopped with a whimper, thumping against the door frame, too aroused to move any farther. Vegeta turned to him, a knowing smirk curling his lip. “Oh? Did you envision my first time fucking you to be in a doorway?”

“No! But… I don’t want to come until you’re inside me…”

“Kakarot,” Vegeta purred, bringing a gloved finger to Goku’s lips. In a flash Goku eagerly bit the tip, pulling it off and letting it drop. Vegeta smirked, then stole his mate’s breath by snaking that hand into his pants. Vegeta’s warm fingers curled around his leaking cock and Goku’s head thunked against the doorframe as he groaned. “A lack of stamina has never been one of your failings.”

He whimpered, pushing into Vegeta’s callused but gentle hand. Vegeta chuckled, low and deep and it thrummed down Goku’s spine and straight to his cock. “So needy, my Kakarot. But I won’t give you what you need until you give me what I want.” He nipped at Goku’s neck, stroking him faster and it was more of an onslaught than his mate could withstand. He cried out, bucking against Vegeta in his release.

It took a few moments for him to come down from the high enough to hear Vegeta’s pleased rumble. “Good boy.” Those talented fingers hooked into his sweatpants and pushed them down over Goku’s hips before helping him out of them. He wiped up the spilled seed with them, smiling a little when some of it refused to leave his hand. He locked eyes with a breathless Goku before using his tongue to finish the job, humming in pleasure at the taste. He paused after that, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You are fucking beautiful, Kakarot.”

The flush on Goku’s cheeks deepened, spent cock twitching back to life at his mate’s intense scrutiny. “Now?” he pleaded.

“Go. Lay down.”

Goku swallowed hard, suddenly conscious of every movement his body made. He found himself counting the steps as he made them, just to keep his mind on something other than the nearly physical caress of Vegeta’s heated appraisal.

Vegeta followed, in no hurry now that he had the pleasure of his favorite view. Goku held his breath as Vegeta shed his form-fitting tank top before sliding those tight shorts over his hips to slide to the floor, losing his other glove in the process.

Vegeta couldn’t help a moment of amusement as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling over his uncharacteristically quiet mate. “So this is what it takes to shut you up. Duly noted.”

Goku swallowed hard, having the wild thought that Vegeta looked like he was going to devour him and Vegeta smirked, catching the thought. //You do look good enough to eat. In fact...//

Without another word Vegeta moved down his body, lowered his head and in one smooth movement went down on him, swallowing him to the hilt. Goku cried out, hips bucking upward and Vegeta didn’t stop him, letting him please himself in the hot cavern of his mouth.

Having a tail came in handy, Vegeta thought as he used his own to snag a bottle of lube off the nightstand. He passed it into his hand, popped the cap and coated his fingers with it, humming low in his throat and trying not to get lost in the gentle rhythm of Goku’s hips pumping into his mouth. He pressed a finger to Goku’s opening, letting him feel it before he applied any pressure. To his relief Goku whimpered, “Please, Vegeta. Please!”

//Now who’s being unfair? You know I can’t resist you when you beg.//

He sucked hard on the thick organ in his mouth, and pushed forward with his finger at the same time. It breached the opening easily, and with relief Vegeta found nothing but eagerness from Goku. ‘He’s not like me, thank the gods,’ Vegeta thought. His own body never opened as easily, not even after so long with Goku. As Goku moaned his encouragement Vegeta didn’t think he could get any harder. ‘He doesn’t have any bad experiences to close him up… and I’m going to make damned sure he stays this way.’

He backed off with his mouth to Goku’s disappointment, beginning to instead torture the head of his cock with the tip of his tongue. He kept his fingers busy though, sliding a second into Goku’s ass to join the first. With his mouth and fingers getting Goku’s body used to the feeling of being invaded, his tail was free to tease the incredibly sensitive skin of Goku’s sac. Goku bucked as soon as that soft fur touched him, plunging himself deeper into Vegeta’s mouth. Vegeta was ready for it though, would have smiled if he could have when Goku rocked himself back harder against the fingers inside him. Vegeta took the opportunity to add a third, more than pleased when it slid in with minimal resistance.

Goku gasped, then growled in frustration, pushing against him as hard as he could. Vegeta’s fingers inside of him felt amazing and he was impatient for more.

Come on, Vegeta, I’m ready. More, now!

Vegeta couldn’t find a reason to deny him. He slipped his fingers free, trying not to think about how good that slippery heat was going to feel in a few minutes. His own cock throbbed but it was the least of his concerns.

//If this is still what you want.//

Goku managed to nod his head, but speech proved beyond him. His eyes though, begged for release and Vegeta conceded, though he couldn’t help taking his time in getting there. He released Goku’s cock, punishing him for his impatience with one last spine-tingling swish of his tongue around the sensitive head. Goku growled at him and he chuckled, kissing the soft skin of Goku’s inner thighs before dragging his tongue up the center of hard abs, and further until he reached soft lips that attacked his own.

Goku’s arms flew around him, tongue diving deeply into his mouth. Like this, I want you to see me.

A sudden wave of lust at the thought of watching his mate be slowly invaded by his cock for the first time came close to knocking Vegeta’s control loose. He quelled it but couldn’t hold back a moan. //On your stomach will be easier on you-//

I don’t care. I want it like this!

//All right. But you have to open up.//

Goku felt Vegeta pressing against his mind, wanting an even deeper connection than they already had at this stage. Why?

//So I’ll know what you need. You may not be able to tell me.//

Goku’s puzzlement lasted but a moment; he was willing to do anything to get what he needed. He relaxed every barrier between their minds that he could without fusing them and Vegeta rumbled his approval.

Vegeta sank deeper into his mind and slid between his legs, lifting one around his hip. Goku’s anticipation gave way to sudden fear as Vegeta finally pressed his slick organ against his opening. As much as Goku had wanted this only a moment before, he suddenly panicked, grasping at Vegeta’s arms. “Wait. Stop!”

To his surprise he could feel something unexpected as Vegeta calmed him. You knew I was going to freak out?

//Of course I did. I told you, this can be terrifying for a warrior.//

Goku was a fighter as well as his mate, but with one major difference. Oh, he’d lost fights before, been on the receiving end of beatings that had almost killed him. But he’d never been so physically dominated before, never been stripped naked, held down and subjected to someone else’s will. That kind of vulnerability was poison to a warrior; Goku couldn’t not panic.

Goku felt a flush of shame. After all the fuss he’d put them through for this, suddenly he was having doubts. It just didn’t seem fair-

Vegeta’s voice cut through his whirling thoughts; his breath warm and soft against Goku’s ear sent a shiver down his spine. “Stop that. Whatever you want is what we’ll do.”

“But I don’t know what I want!” Goku whimpered

//Then decide. Take your time.// Goku’s breath hitched as Vegeta began nipping at the skin of his neck. //Think it over. Don’t mind me.// The whimper increased in pitch when Vegeta’s tail rejoined the proceedings, caressing every sensitive spot it could reach.

Goku’s confusion began to take a backseat to that soft fur moving over his skin, Vegeta’s fingers sliding up his sides… He arched, trying to get more touch and the comforting weight of Vegeta’s body, but the press of Vegeta’s cock against his ass moved back, away from the entrance to his body and suddenly everything became blindingly clear. “No, come back!”

“I’m not going anywhere. And just so you don’t misunderstand me I’ll be less poetic than usual. Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to ride you? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

Goku bucked his hips upward, pleading. “I want you in me-”

Before Goku could say anything more, Vegeta was back and pushing forward. This time Goku didn’t panic, too caught up in the strangeness of something so large pressing into his body. Even though Vegeta had prepared him well it still burned, but that was the worst of it.

Vegeta moved at a crawl to minimize his mate’s discomfort; whenever he started to feel uncomfortable Vegeta stopped, straining his control to its limits. A bead of sweat ran down his face to drop onto Goku’s chest as he fought the need to snap his hips into his mate’s tight heat. He clamped ruthlessly down on the urge to sink his teeth into Goku’s neck and nuzzled it instead, kissing him until he relaxed once more.

Goku moaned, beyond words as Vegeta slowly, inexorably filled him. ‘How do regular people do this?’ he wondered in his dazed thoughts. He couldn’t have communicated verbally right now if his life depended on it… assuming he even knew what to say. But Vegeta was just reading him, his body and his mind, giving him what he needed when he needed it - even regulating his breathing when he held it too long.

His breath hitched when he finally felt Vegeta’s hips brushing against his cheeks. Vegeta shuddered, steeling himself against the amazing feel of Goku’s body tight around him. He’d stopped short of fully seating himself, not wanting to go too deep it this first time.

Vegeta stilled himself, both to let his mate adjust and to fight back his own stormy desire. Goku’s eyes had been wide and surprised when he’d begun pressing himself home, but now his eyelids fluttered slowly, almost dreamily. Soft lips were parted and Vegeta couldn’t help running a thumb across them. //You feel so fucking good, Kakarot.//

Again Goku failed at speech when he would have said, ‘you too.’ Instead, growing pinpricks of pleasure drove him to seek more, pressing back against Vegeta, a low whimper escaping him.
Vegeta pulled away and rocked back, setting a shallow rhythm that felt strange at first. The strangeness, though, quickly fled in the face of the growing pleasure beginning to pulse through him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Vegeta watched the surprise in Goku’s eyes glaze over with something far more pleasant, and a smile touched his own lips. Strong fingers slid slowly up Vegeta’s arms, grasping and holding on as though to an anchor in a storm. Vegeta waited until those soft whimpers filling his ears turned into cries before beginning to give Goku more, lengthening his strokes a little.

Goku’s legs tightened against his sides, the heat of his body swallowed him again and again and Vegeta groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his head to Goku’s shoulder for a moment. This couldn’t go on much longer or he was going to lose control to the conqueror within, the part of him that wanted to power up and pound into Goku’s perfect body, to sink his teeth into the sweat-slick flesh so near his mouth and brand his mate with the sheer force of his desire and strength. Goku was his, after all, and his body felt so good, so… welcoming. Like he needed his mate inside him and never wanted to let him go.

Vegeta shuddered at the thought, clamping ruthlessly down on his own desires. Instead of shoving himself fully into the tight sheath of Goku’s body, he wrapped his hand around Goku’s leaking length. Earth’s savior arched against him, and those fingers clutching his biceps so desperately finally gave up their purchase on Vegeta’s arms.

They flew now to his lover’s back, nails digging deep in his passion. The pain helped focus him and Vegeta encouraged it, working the rock-hard shaft in his hand a little faster. “Vegeta!” Goku sobbed, so close to his climax but refusing to let it take him.

“Why are you holding back, my Kakarot?” Vegeta purred, breath warm against Goku’s ear.

Goku’s voice was a plaintive whimper when it came, knowing full well Vegeta already knew the answer to his own question. “I don’t want this to end!”

Vegeta’s deep chuckle rumbled straight down Goku’s spine and into his already overstimulated cock. “You think after having you once I’ll be able to stop? Such a foolish thought. Now stop holding back and give me what I want… the feel of you falling apart with my cock inside you.” He let his tail curl around Goku’s thigh, the soft fur tickling the sensitive skin underneath his balls and what little control Goku had began to unravel. He shuddered, arching and moaning and Vegeta greedily drank in the sight even as he fought against his own needs.

Goku’s half-lidded gaze caught Vegeta, held him and something inside him that only Goku could touch went soft, screaming out expression and for the first time the hardened prince gave it without thinking.

//I fucking love you Kakarot. I love you.//

Goku’s eyes widened, feeling those coveted words with his entire being. He trembled from head to toe, helpless to resist the depth of Vegeta’s confession and with a final cry of his lover’s name he clenched hard around Vegeta’s length, back arching as wave after wave of pleasure rocked him. Vegeta groaned, biting his lip bloody as he rode Goku out. It took everything he had not to give in to the sweet grip squeezing around him, to hold back from slamming the rest of the way home to satisfy his own raging need.

After a too-brief eternity Goku’s body began to relax. He slowly fell limp in Vegeta’s embrace, shivering in the wake of such a strong orgasm. Vegeta hissed softly as he slipped himself free of Goku’s heat. Goku immediately reached for him, dragging him down and snuggling close. Vegeta made an annoyed sound that brought a weary chuckle to his exhausted mate. It was difficult to take his fierce mate’s annoyance seriously, after all, as he curled his tail around Goku’s waist and enfolded him in his arms. Goku tucked himself comfortably into the crook of Vegeta’s shoulder, sighing in happiness at the rhythmic thump of his Prince’s heart.

In a sudden flash of anxiousness Vegeta swept Goku’s body with his mind, and found that his mate was sleepy, sated and deeply content… and he wasn’t in any pain. Vegeta closed his eyes briefly, breathing a sigh of relief. It was miles away from the trauma he’d feared inflicting, or the unpleasant bag of mixed feelings that Goku had experienced after his first sexual encounter with his wife.

Goku’s sleepy voice cut into his thoughts. What about you?

//What about me? Sleep.//

Vegeta nudged his mind toward slumber, quelling any questions until the morning. Goku sighed as he gave in, falling quickly into a deep and restful sleep. Though he was still almost painfully hard he Vegeta willed his body to come down from its state of hypersensitivity. It wasn’t easy but he wasn’t about to move and disturb his mate after such an intense experience for both of them.

His cock twitched in protest and unnoticed Vegeta’s lips curled into a wry twist. ‘I ignored you for most of my life,’ he thought at the indignant organ. ‘You think I care what you want now?’

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Battling his stubborn hard-on into submission hadn’t taken long, but Vegeta found that he wasn’t able to get more than a couple of hours of sleep here and there. Goku’s sleep was deep and dreamless, leaving his conflicted mate no distraction from thoughts of his impulsive confession that he didn’t want what they’d done to be a one-time thing.

Once his pregnancy quickened he wouldn’t be physically able to do this again until the children dropped, but that was still weeks away. If Goku held him to his words… He sighed, frustrated and concerned, thinking about how close he’d come to losing control. Goku was just such a powerful temptation…

Echoes of sensation still cascaded through his mind and body of Goku’s fingers clawing his back, insides clenching around him in the throes of his passion…

Having to fight his own lust was bad enough, and Vegeta groaned, realizing he had even more to contend with. Goku was far from stupid, and he hated to lose. ‘Once he figures out why I stopped short he won’t let it stand. He’s just going to keep pushing me until I lose it.  Fuck,’ Vegeta thought, somewhat hopelessly. ‘How long can I keep this up?’

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Goku surfaced a little from his cozy sleep, still comfortably wrapped up in his mate’s arms and soft tail.

From early on in their dealings Vegeta had possessed the power to make him feel safe, but now there was something more to it, something just a little… deeper. Goku sighed happily, curling into Vegeta’s warmth to get just a little more of that safe feeling, wincing as the move awakened a twinge in his backside.

A flash of anger and remorse from Vegeta were cut off as quickly as Goku registered them. “V’geta?” he yawned in sleepy confusion.

Vegeta didn’t answer, and Goku stopped him when he tried to move out from under him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’ve got a couple of senzu downstairs. I’ll be right back, let me up-”

“No way,” Goku chuckled. “After last night you owe me a whole day of snuggling.”

Vegeta settled again, reaching to massage Goku’s lower back and butt, using just enough ki to add a relaxing heat his hands. Goku sighed, melting into the touch. It was ridiculous, he thought, for one of the most durable creatures in the universe to be treated with such care, especially by someone who ran as hot and passionate as Vegeta. He drifted in and out of sleep for a while, but eventually Vegeta’s growing self-directed anger brought him back out of it.

He feigned sleep for a while, listening to Vegeta’s thoughts and after a few minutes his heart beginning to thump hard in his chest when he heard the echoes of a voice he knew well. “Hey,” he whispered, breaking Vegeta’s self-recriminations. “Why did you go see Bulma yesterday?”

“It doesn’t matter, Kakarot,” Vegeta hedged. “Go back to sleep for now. You need the rest.”

“No,” Goku continued stubbornly, holding onto consciousness. “It matters, Vegeta. She has some place in what we did that I don’t understand and that makes me feel bad.”

It was a dirty trick, but one Goku had to employ. As he expected Vegeta took a deep breath and hesitantly gave up on his prevarications. “I… I had to know if I… hurt her. I had to be sure that I wouldn’t do to you what was done to me in the past and she’s the only one who would know. If she had seen any hint of sexual violence in me I would never have agreed to this. You trusted me and I… I would rather confine myself to hell than harm you and have you fear me.”

“This... wasn’t about her? It was… about me?” Vegeta gave his ‘of course, you idiot’ grunt, tail flicking anxiously under the covers and Goku was silent as his thoughts whirled. Of all the painful thoughts and scenarios that had entered his head about Vegeta’s sudden need to speak to his first lover this was not one of them. Vegeta had agonized over this, had launched an investigation into the state of his own psyche and set his own pleasure aside just to be certain his mate wouldn’t regret trusting him with something that made him so vulnerable.

On impulse Goku made a mental lunge for Vegeta’s conversation with Bulma and found it easily, along with all the fears he had of harming his own mate in the same ways that others had harmed him. The depth and degree of Vegeta’s concern humbled him. He turned his head just enough to press a kiss to Vegeta’s shoulder. Even after everything you went through… sometimes I can’t believe you ever thought you’d be bad at this ‘having a mate’ thing. You make me feel like I’m the most important thing in the universe.

In truth sometimes even Vegeta couldn’t believe how content Goku’s happiness made him feel. “You are mine, Kakarot. Even when biology forces me to be physically weaker than you I will not stop protecting you - especially when you put as much trust in me as you did last night. I’m only sorry I couldn’t spare you this,” he said, going back to his heated massage of his mate’s firm ass.

Goku couldn’t help arching into it and sighing. “I’m not bleeding, I’m not in real pain. I’m just sore and honestly… I like it,” he said with a shy smile, wiggling a little. “Reminds me that what we did was real, not just another fantasy.”

Vegeta’s tail curled a little tighter around Goku’s thigh. Even he wasn’t immune to his mate’s charm.

“‘Another’ fantasy, huh? How many have you had?”

“A lot, actually.” ‘And we’re going to get to every last one of them,’ Goku thought slyly. “But not once did I think you’d be that kind of a guy,” he added with a smirk. At Vegeta’s raised eyebrow he chuckled. “One of those guys that only says ‘I love you’ while they’re having sex.”

He laughed again but Vegeta didn’t. Goku frowned. Vegeta? I was just kidding-

“No you weren’t,” he said, voice serious. “Look… Bulma used to yell at me all the time when Trunks was younger, that I was too ‘emotionally constipated.’”

Goku snickered and Vegeta paused long enough to give him a dirty look. “I can’t exactly dispute her keen but disgusting observations. And as much as I try to care for you and give you what you need, yesterday she made me realize I’ve been doing a shit job of it. Kakarot, you know I don’t say it because such a strange, vague little word isn’t big enough for what I feel for you. But as long as you can feel what’s behind my words, I guess that will be enough. I love you, Kakarot. …Next time I’ll try to say it when we’re dressed.”

Goku’s happiness seemed to light him up from the inside and despite himself Vegeta warmed. But when Goku sat up a little, grinning ear to ear Vegeta rolled his eyes, calling him a sentimental fool. Goku was kind enough not to mention the blush that colored his cheeks.

“Well? Can we do it again? Like… now?”

“Nice try, Kakarot. When you are no longer sore I will consider it,” Vegeta hedged.

“Even if all my clothes mysteriously disappear and every time you turn around I’m naked and bending over every waist-level surface in the house?”

“Fuck no! My dick is not your new toy!”

“No, I just have a new way to play with my favorite toy,” Goku corrected with a grin. “Besides…you do know I’m laying on it, right? And it’s hard as a rock right now.” He shifted his thigh and chuckled when Vegeta’s breath hitched at the pressure. “I guess thinking about fucking me as hard as you really want to wouldn’t be helping with that, huh?”

“Shut it, Kakarot,” Vegeta hissed through clenched teeth, trying to sound intimidating, but failing utterly as Goku rocked slowly against him. Vegeta’s body was too eager for completion of any kind and there was no hiding that fact. His muscles were about as rigid as his neglected cock and Goku suddenly felt bad for teasing him.

…But not bad enough to let Vegeta off the hook, not yet. “I’m glad you were so gentle with me. I loved it, and I’m going to love it every time. But I like it when you stop thinking and holding back, and just do what you feel. I’m pretty tough, if you hadn’t noticed. Even if you get carried away I’m not going to break-”

“I know that!” Vegeta snapped, stubbornly fighting against both Goku’s sincerity and the gentle, insistent rocking of his thigh against his aching erection. “But that’s not the point! You know my history, you know my past and how fucked in the head it all made me. How can I trust myself with you when that’s all I knew for so long? I will not risk harming you, Kakarot-”

“You have to believe what Bulma and I already know. You’re no rapist, Vegeta. All the people who used you like that… don’t let them take this away from us. What you think they left inside you just… isn’t there. It’s not a risk Vegeta, and even if it was, it’s my risk to take. And aren’t you forgetting something? You like it when I hurt you sometimes, don’t you?” Goku countered.

Vegeta snarled angrily, turning away. “You’re proving my point, aren’t you? Getting fucked by sadistic assholes for most of my life messed me up so bad I get off on pain.”

“That’s what you think? Gods… How can someone so smart be so dumb?” Vegeta furiously growled some choice expletives and tried to shove him away but Goku was ready for him, pinning him to the soft bed with his own body by stretching over him. Vegeta’s eyes met his and through a wordless battle of wills Goku made it clear it would be a real fight to get him to move, knowing full well that his mate’s desire to care for him wouldn’t allow it right now.

Vegeta bared sharp teeth at him for a moment, but Goku felt his fight-tensed muscles slowly relaxing under him. “You like it when I hurt you because it’s just who we are. There’s a reason we like beating the hell out of each other instead of playing chess in the park. You said it yourself, right? ‘We’re Saiyan. Everything hurts.’ Even when it hurts real good!”

Vegeta glared up at him, and though his skepticism was plain Goku managed somehow not to grin. Vegeta was beginning to believe that he wasn’t as messed-up in the head as he’d believed. Oh, his stubborn Prince would still put up a fight but they both knew that Goku’s victory was already assured.

Now it was just a matter of time and seduction. ‘Speaking of which…’

Vegeta’s hard-on hadn’t gone anywhere, and Goku wasn’t exactly immune. He rocked his own erection against it, smiling mischievously. Vegeta hissed sharply, but fought the much-needed friction.

“C’mon, don’t be so stubborn,” Goku murmured, lowering his head to nip at Vegeta’s ear. “I just want the chance to know what it’s like. To have your ki burning me hotter and hotter, to have you biting my neck, fucking me so hard I can barely breathe just because you want me so bad you can’t take it. That's what you want too, I felt it yesterday. And I can still feel it.”

Goku could hear Vegeta’s teeth grinding. “Gods-damned tease. I’m not- fuck! I’m not letting you win that easily.”

“It wouldn’t be as much fun if you did! But I’ll bet you’re really hurting, huh?” Goku didn’t give him time to answer, slipping his hand down to grasp that rock-hard erection along with his own. Vegeta’s hips jerked into his grip and Goku could tell this wouldn’t take long; he was already dripping with slick fluid.

Goku groaned, letting Vegeta’s need carry him away as well. He fisted his own eager flesh along with Vegeta’s tormented heat, unable to tear his eyes away from Vegeta’s face. Watching him lose control was almost as great an addiction for him as any sexual act with him.

Perversely Vegeta was still trying to hold back his climax, still fighting it but Goku wouldn’t have it, leaving off with his hand and rocking their erections together with more force. He moaned, watching Vegeta’s eyelids beginning to droop as his smaller body began to arch into him, more and more needy, more frantic with each thrust of their hips.

His name never sounded as good as it did when it came from Vegeta’s mouth as he came, and Goku shivered when he heard it, adding his own voice as he too came with a jolt. Warm liquid spread between them and they both trembled in the aftermath, their bodies sliding together a few more times before Goku flopped onto his mate with a sigh.

Panting and flushed, Vegeta’s eyes opened, drowsy and sated. “Come here,” he murmured, snaking his hand into Goku’s irrepressible locks, dragging him upward. Goku melted even further as Vegeta’s lips pressed against his, tongue moving into his mouth, lightly flicking against his own. They kept up that soft kiss for a few moments, just taking time to indulge in one another.

“Fuck,” Vegeta finally sighed, letting Goku go to rest on him once more. “You’re going to be the death of me, Kakarot.”

“Well, I figure we’ll either go out in a fight or in bed. Either way, it should be fun!”

“For once I can’t find any fault in your logic. Now get off me.”

“No,” Goku muttered into his shoulder, somehow managing to make himself twice as heavy.

“Since you won’t take a senzu I have to try something else. I’ll go get you a snack and run you a bath; the heat will help you.”

Goku grumbled but flopped over, allowing Vegeta to get out of the bed. “Okay, but you have to get in with me. You’re all icky too!”

“Somebody has to change the sheets we just destroyed! Besides, I can just take a shower-”

“You expect me to leave you by yourself so you can have more time to brood, worry and feel guilty for no reason? No way. And hand me the phone before you go downstairs. I have to call Bulma like she wanted.”

Halfway to the door Vegeta whirled on him. “So you two can prattle on like hens embarrassing the absolute shit out of me?! Hell no,” he shouted, lunging for the phone on the nightstand before Goku could get there, intent on breaking it.

“Break that phone and I’ll just Transmit to Capsule naked! You know I will!”

His threat bought the phone an extra ten seconds of life as Vegeta weighed Goku’s threat against the reality that his occasionally lazy mate didn’t like Transmitting when he was tired. “I really do want to talk to her, Vegeta. She really did us a favor, you know? I just want to tell her thank you. Please? She’s my friend too, ya know!”

“Hn,” Vegeta grunted, rolling his eyes and turning to leave. Goku was about to protest further but Vegeta tossed the phone over his shoulder, landing it on the bed right next to his grinning mate. “I don’t want to hear the nonsense the two of you will be spouting,” he said, closing himself off just enough to keep their conversation from bleeding over into his own mind. “Just… don’t tell her everything.”

“Okay, I won’t,” Goku promised, eyes glued to Vegeta’s retreating backside. “I hate to see you go, but I love watching you leave!”

Vegeta threw a few curses back at him for his cheesy line and Goku fell back again, laughing. As soon as Vegeta was out of earshot Goku uncrossed the fingers he’d hidden under the covers, shaking his head and pulling up Bulma’s number on the phone. ‘I can’t believe Vegeta still falls for that. Of course I’m going to tell her everything. How else is she going to be able to help me plan “Operation Sexually Frustrate Vegeta Until He Loses It and Fucks Me So Hard I Lose an Entire Day?”’

He took a moment to stretch before he rang Bulma, sighing in pleasure at the slight soreness in his rear that so distressed his mate. Goku closed his eyes, letting the strangely pleasant throb deliver him back into the feel of Vegeta rocking into him, taking him with such devastating tenderness he almost cried.

Nothing would ever replace the sheer rightness, the perfection that was fucking Vegeta. Being inside him just made everything fall into place in his world, no matter topsy-turvy it went. But this…

He picked the phone up again with a wicked grin. ‘Yeah. We’re doing this again. The sooner, the better.’

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I feel sorry for Vegeta... Lol!
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