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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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Vegeta glanced out a window of his living room as the scent of sizzling meat and fried vegetables wafted through his house.
Kakarot was a Beta. Something he had not foreseen. Couldn’t believe he hadn’t caught on some time ago, but if he had then at least three of their offspring might not have come into existence. Thus, it was just as well that he had not even thought of the possibility of the younger Saiyajin being anything but the Alpha he’d long believed him to be.
With the knowledge he had now and what he could recall of the culture of their people as taught by Nappa he knew what the next course of action was to be. As their culture stemmed in part due to their nature more-so than anything that was simply made up.
His tail swished behind him as he contemplated. He couldn’t go out right away, not when the beta - Kakarot - was preparing a meal. But he did not wish to wait until they were off in space to court the other Saiyajin.
Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes he chuckled. It was no wonder Kakarot was so strong and constantly gaining. That was just how Saiyan’s were, although there were those who were never able to go beyond certain plateau’s. In part it was genetics, but if that were the case, Kakarot’s brother would have done better than he had. Or maybe he’d died before that potential had been reached. Beta’s though, for whatever reason, had more potential than either females of their species, or most Alpha’s of their race.
Opening his eyes he turned toward the arch leading to the kitchen. If he were to keep Kakarot, he had to continue to improve and keep up with and even surpass his long time rival. With other Saiyan’s to be revived upon Kakarot setting foot on the revived Vegetasei there was always that slim possibility that another could have achieved what he and Kakarot had.
Either he would need to fight off other suitors when they arrived, or he’d need to claim the beta as his own before they reached the planet of their birth. It may not have been where Kakarot had grown up, but he had still been born upon its soil. And with it returned, their tails reformed, and knowledge along with it, Kakarot had to feel its pull. After all, the planet had been destroyed soon after Kakarot had been sent off world.
Though it was not their original planet. That had been Sadala. Far more ancient than Vegetasei. In their Universe it no longer existed and thus was not home to their race. Either being brought back would have sufficed, but to modern day Saiyans like himself Vegetasei was home.
He itched beneath the first layer of his skin. Vegetasei was beckoning him home, even if few of their number had survived and those Kakarot was to revive had not yet been given form and breath.
With a smirk followed by a chuckle he shook his head and whispered to himself, “Once again, a savior.” But this time not of Earth, but of Vegetasei and the Saiyajin race. He had to keep Kakarot alive to touch down on the planet, or the hope of their races continued existence would wither away into nothing - with not even a seed of hope. But that was not the main reason he could allow none to slay the beta, even if it was a great deal that Kakarot would be able to re-establish their species. To keep them from true extinction, for when they passed so too would the pure blood of their people coursing through their veins.
There was a great deal to think about. But thus far little to worry about. Not when both Kakarot and himself had continued to grow in strength. Their potential endless. Yet, at the back of his head he did wonder what would happen when there was no one else to face down. When they were both the strongest beings in all the Universes.
Where he strove to keep up with his long time rival and to surpass him, Kakarot himself continued to seek out greater and greater challenges. Just like a Saiyajin to never be satisfied unless he was fighting a worthy opponent. Someone else he could equal and even surpass. Neither he himself, or the battle hungry younger Saiyajin could toss aside their race’s nature - the thirst for war. And neither of them liked to lose, even to each other.
Just because Kakarot was a Beta male and thus a carrier of life didn’t mean he had a win. Some might think because he was considered one of the so called fairer sexes at least in the mindset of the human race upon the Earth that Vegeta or another Alpha male could defeat him. But not in mind nor body nor spirit was that an easy task. And Vegeta did not want to break him. Not as he had in the past. That was something they were long past to the point they had become more like friends than anything. Loath as he’d been to ever admit it before.
Instead, the pair of them, without knowing it had been flirting in the way only Saiyajin could. Not that there weren’t other ways, but to flirt on the field of battle, be it a spar or war was how their people grew close. How bonds began to form. Where two Alpha’s it would always be more of a so-called pissing contest unless one stated it was something else, between an Alpha and a Beta, an Alpha and a female, and even a Beta and a female it was flirtation. It strengthened their bond one way or another.
His brows furrowed, wondering if the fighting Kakarot did with others was flirting or not. The younger male did enjoy battle. Always, always somehow managed to befriend those who were once his enemies. Well, perhaps not quite always, but almost. There were those rare few who never would befriend Kakarot, many whom met their demise at his hand. Especially if they threatened his family or friends.
Vegeta reminded himself that Kakarot hadn’t cooked for others. Not that he remembered. Typically Chichi cooked whereas Bulma ordered catering if her mother wasn’t cooking. And when it was camping it was more to teach his sons, even if he did share with the others. But those others were not of the Saiyajin race and surely did not understand.
‘I have to make him mine. Soon. ’ He would have preferred there and then, but that would be disrespectful of their heritage and culture, and of Kakarot’s previous statement before he’d taken to the kitchen.
That didn’t mean he could do nothing, he thought, as he walked towards the kitchen with a smirk.
His eyes settled on the dark tail waving behind Kakarot as the younger Saiyan stirred something in a pan over the stove.
Walking up behind him, he wrapped his hands around the taller male’s waist.
He didn’t expect what happened when he did so. Certainly not the swift movement of Kakarot’s elbow swinging back and hitting him in the chest.
“Oof!” He staggered back due to the unexpected impact. “Kakarot!” He ground out the name, his brows furrowed into a scowl.

Goku whirled around, spatula in one hand as his eyes widened. “Vegeta! Sorry!” He nearly lifted his second hand to scratch behind his head, but managed to refrain at the last moment. He was in the process of cooking after all.
“What was that for!?”
“It was just a reflex Vegeta. You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that.”
“Tch!” The older Saiyajin turned his head. Behind him his tail lashed back and forth.
“Why did you do that anyway, Vegeta?”
“Must I explain everything ? Baka!” He crossed his arms in front of him.
“Uh. Yeah. First dinner!” He turned back around to turn off the burners. “Meat from the supermarket isn’t as good as hunting it myself, but I figured we’d use up what’s here.”
Goku didn’t know what Vegeta had been up to with that move. Beyond friendship he had little experience when it came to other relationships despite his marriage to Chichi. And at times it was difficult to tell just what Vegeta was up to or what the Prince of All Saiyan’s was thinking.
“Could you set the table, Vegeta?” He asked as he gave everything on the stove a last stir.
Behind him he heard the older male grumble, but the sound of cupboards opening and closing came close behind. He heard the clink of bowls, plates, chopsticks, and other utensils against the surface of the table.
Picking up one pan with a pot holder he used the spatula to dole out half of the stir fried vegetables and grilled chicken breast on one plate and the rest on another. Once done he set the pan back on the stove and opened up the oven and slid a pan with two apples inside. Each apple had the core cut out and was filled with a bit of butter, cinnamon, along with pecans and cashews.
After setting the timer he sat down in one of the chairs and Vegeta sat across from him.
He watched as Vegeta picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. Like a Saiyan he had an appetite on him, but he never ate as swift as himself either. Certainly he ate with more grace than Goku himself ever had.
Once he’d seen Vegeta eat several bites he dug into his own dish, eating with his usual relish. Chichi had been a good cook, he’d always enjoyed the food she made. Bulma’s mother had been just as good if not marginally better depending on what was being made. But when Goku himself cooked he thought his food to his own taste buds was more appealing.
As the pair of them ate, behind each of them their tails flicked in contentment.
When the timer went off, Goku placed his chopsticks on their holder and got up, grabbed the oven mitt again and took out the pan. He made certain to turn everything off and proceeded to take out two saucers on which he placed a baked apple each.
Picking them up he carried them to the table. Set one in front of Vegeta just behind his dinner plate that was nearly cleared and the other on top of his own cleared dish.
Vegeta quirked a brow. “What is this, Kakarot?”
“It’s a baked apple. Haven’t you had them before?” He asked as he got out the milk to pour into their glasses.
“No. Apple pie, apple crumble, and apple cake, yes. Baked apple, no.”
“It kind of tastes like those.”
Vegeta nodded and after he finished what remained of his stir fry and chicken he placed the saucer on top of his dinner dish and picked up a spoon.
Goku watched with bated breath, his gaze never leaving the other as Vegeta lifted a spoonful of the inside of the baked apple to his lips. Saw those same lips form into an o-shape before they blew over the butter, cinnamon, and nut coated warm apple.
Vegeta’s eyes rounded as he chewed on the spoonful. Behind him his tail lifted and twitched.
Goku grinned and lifted his own spoon and dug into the sweet treat. His own tail rising, the end curling and uncurling as the pair of them ate their dessert. Between bites they sipped at their milk. Neither speaking a word, but now and then their gazes would meet before looking back down at their dish.
Vegeta stood once they’d finished their meal and pressed a button. The whirring sound of the robot’s turning on echoed through the kitchen. Long arms reached for the dirty dishes and took them to the sink where they began the task of cleaning up after the two Saiyajin. A second one had a hot dishcloth they used to wipe off the table before cleaning up the floor.
Goku and Vegeta washed and dried their hands. The housekeeping robots couldn’t do that for them.
“Kakarot, follow me.” Vegeta said and turned to leave the room.
Goku stood up and followed Vegeta out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He tilted his head to one side when the older Saiyan sat down on the couch with only two seats. Watched as Vegeta patted the space beside him.
“Vegeta?”
“Sit down here, Kakarot,” the other grumbled several moments later.
“Oh! Okay!” He walked over and sat down where Vegeta had been patting the spot beside him.
“I realize you don’t know much, Kakarot. Outside of training, fighting, and raising your offspring, and apparently cooking. Whoever taught you to cook did a good job of it.”
Goku scratched the back of his head with the famous Son grin that had been inherited by his sons from him. “Grandpa Gohan, mostly! But it’s easy to follow the cooking channel directions, and someone introduced me to people on youtube teaching their watchers to cook.”
“It’s an unexpected talent from you, Kakarot.”
“Heh. Thanks, Vegeta.”
“Even so, I am surprised how naive you are having been married and been taught by that perverted martial arts master of yours.”
Goku blinked. “Master Roshi?”
“Exactly. Especially after hearing just what kind of material he used to teach you how to read.”
“Oh! I wasn’t interested in the pictures.”
“Had you been, you and your wife might still be married.”
He stared at Vegeta. “Why?”
Vegeta shook his head. “I could be wrong. And while I don’t wish to hurt you…”
“Are you sure, Vegeta? You’ve never cared about that before!”
“That was physical! This is different.”
“How?”
He saw the vein on Vegeta’s head pop out.
“Because your ex-wife went looking for someone else to satisfy her needs.”
“Oh. But… I was never really interested in that , Vegeta.”
“It’s called sex!”
Goku’s face heated and grabbing his knees he stared down at his hands. “I know, Vegeta!”
“So, you did not desire your wife?”
He shook his head. “No. I thought it was normal, only to… do that when trying to create new life.” Except he hadn’t been trying to when Goten had been conceived. He’d just wanted to make Chichi happy before facing down an enemy that had resulted in his death. Not that he hadn’t been dead before, but at that time, he’d stayed in Otherworld for seven years. Had he known of Goten he believed he would have come back sooner. But regrets were for the past, and he didn’t really have any. Aside from outright killing some beings and not giving them another chance.
“Do you desire… anyone, Kakarot?”
Goku lifted his head to look at him. Felt his Adam’s apple bob as his face grew hot again. Unable to hold Vegeta’s gaze he turned his head and tilted his chin down. His hair cast a shadow over his eyes. “I… I think so. W-who else do I spend so much time with Vegeta?”
The older Saiyajin remained quiet for what felt like ages before he spoke.
“You do spend a great deal of your time with me.”
Goku nodded.
“But that’s training. Except you are a beta. But neither of us knew that until the past several hours.”
He nodded again and peaked at Vegeta.
“Well, there is a great deal to teach you. Some things I think you can learn from watching pay-per-view channels I’ve discovered. I’ve never had a use for them before.”
“Pay-per-view?” He lifted his head, his own brows furrowed.
Vegeta chuckled. “While you’re watching whatever I pick, I think I’ll be watching your expression. Lately you seem to blush more than I’ve ever noticed.”
He did feel differently. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had his tail back, or because he’d learned about beta and what it meant, if only in part.
“And then, tomorrow, I will officially begin courting you. I’ll make sure the others know. I don’t want anyone trying to woo you now that you’re free of the woman you once called wife. I’ll be sure to do so as our people’s culture intended.”
“But Vegeta, I don’t know how to court you.”
“You do. It came natural. The sparring for one. And the cooking, which is new to me, but it is how beta’s flirt and court an Alpha.”
“That’s all?”
“No, but I’ll teach you as we go. For now, let’s see if there’s something on that will teach you more about how two men enjoy one another.”
Goku’s eyes widened at the smirk on Vegeta’s countenance as the older male lifted the changer. Once the television was on and channels were scrolled through he felt his face flush at the words across the screen.
“This one looks promising, Kakarot.” Vegeta clicked the purchase button and a movie with very little plot, but with a lot of naked bodies began.
True to his word, Vegeta stared at him.
At times, Goku tried to hide his eyes behind his hands, but then Vegeta would grab them.
“Kakarot, you must watch all of it,” he grinned.
Neither seemed to notice as their tails twined around each other.
Goku’s eyes widened. “Wh-what!? How can that go there!? ”
Vegeta only glanced at the screen for a moment before looking back at him with a deep chuckle. “It depends on the race. A beta, or even a female of our people rarely has need for lube. Unless a male is playing with that part of the female, or an Alpha is playing with another Alpha. Humans though, well, no matter the sex if they’re using that part they need their lube.”
“How can that even fit, Vegeta!?” He glared at the other Saiyajin who just quirked a brow and smirked.
“Apparently with a lot of preparation and lube. But it’s much easier for a Beta to accommodate an Alpha. We’re not Earthling humans after all.”
Goku had heard words in regards to penetration earlier when they’d been discussing it. But seeing it on the screen and hearing what Vegeta said made him feel a bit dizzy. He gulped as realization dawned on just what the other male wanted to do to him. And he had been flirting with him. Wanting to court him, but he hadn’t quite realized what would happen. And the shorter male had been staring at his ass earlier! He wanted to more than just touch him.
He wasn’t ready for this. Not the things he saw on the television before him.
“I-it looks like that hurts.”
“I believe it can, at least for the first time. But I imagine if one is careful they can keep any possible pain to a minimum.”
Goku shook his head and while his face felt hot all through the movie he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the screen. In part because he wanted to know, even if he didn’t want to know due to what it meant for him, and in part because Vegeta had told him he had to watch all of it.
“I… I’m not ready for that , Vegeta! Why do I have to watch this!?”
“I realize that, baka! As for why, it’s so you have some awareness of what will happen at some point in time.”
He glanced away from the screen to stare at the Alpha. “Do… do you really want to do those things… to me?” He wondered how Vegeta could even think of it after they’d long been rivals. Each trying to one up the other.
Vegeta lifted a hand to cheek. Goku instinctively rubbed his cheek against the other Saiyan’s palm. His eyes rounded when he noticed he didn’t have his gloves on. “Vegeta?”
“It isn’t as though I had not given it thought before, Kakarot. But before I believed you to be another Alpha. Thus why we always challenged each other. Neither of us ever wanting to get left behind.”
“You… thought about…” he didn’t know if his face was ever going to stop feeling hot again.
“Yes. Before I got involved with the woman, Bulma, and after we ended our involvement with one another.”
“Oh…”
“Yet I did not think the opportunity would ever arise where I could court you. That you’re a Beta makes you all the more precious.”
“If I’d still been another Alpha?”
“We would have needed to find a Beta or a female to keep us centered, even though I did not like the thought of sharing you with another. Our culture may allow and accept polyamoroous relationships, but there remain those who only have a desire for one and could never dream of letting someone else touch their mate or themselves. But I imagine we’d still have been together at some point. I could be wrong. Then again, as far as I’m aware, save for Broly and Tarble, we’re the only two still alive of our people.”
“Are either of them a Beta?”
“I do not believe so. Tarble may be shorter than me, but he is still an Alpha. Size has nothing to do with one’s sex after all. Look at how much taller Krillian’s wife is compared to him. Now as for Broly… he is more than likely an Alpha, but even if he somehow turns out to be a Beta, you’re the Beta I’m interested in.” He moved his hand to brush through Goku’s hair.
Goku shivered at the sensation of someone else’s fingers running through his hair and felt a strange rumbling sound rise to his ears. He blinked, “What?”
Vegeta grinned. “So you can purr.”
“I… don’t remember ever purring! Not even as a kid.”
“Some purr and some don’t. Some don’t as children, but do so as adults. Females and Beta’s tend to purr more than Alpha’s. Of course all Females and all Beta’s purr a great deal when they’re in season.”
Goku hoped he wasn’t going to go into season anytime soon. He still had to get his head wrapped around the idea of being a Beta and what that meant. Especially the part about being able to get pregnant and give birth to babies. He’d enjoyed spending time with Gohan and Goten. They were his sons. Not that he could spend as much time with them as he would have liked. Not when their mother had other ideas about how they were supposed to spend their time.
Which made him wonder something. He wasn’t ready for what they were watching to go on between them. Even if his body felt warm and the idea of doing that with the male sitting beside him had him feeling some discomfort underneath his gi - something he was thankful was loose fitting otherwise it would have been far too easy to see what was going on.
Then he noticed Vegeta’s nose twitch. And he could smell, as well as see how his own scent was affecting him.
Quickly, he tried to think of a way to distract him. Something in Vegeta’s gaze had him gulping again before he asked the question that had formed. “Vegeta, who decided how to raise the cubs?”
“It is either a joint effort, or the Alpha allows their mate to decide. Our people, although they are fighters, they also could take on other jobs. Few were ever non-combatant, but there were those who were. So if you’re worried about having offspring, know that your desire to train them is the same desire for many, if not all of our race. Remember, we descend from warriors as that is what our people are and have always been in one form or another.”
Goku nodded and didn’t realize that Vegeta had been slowly leaning more and more toward him as he spoke. Nor that his own body was tilting in his direction. Not until he felt Vegeta’s lips on his.
His eyes widened at the feel of the other male’s lips on his own. He and Chichi hadn’t actually kissed as far as he could ever remember.
In the background, from the television they heard panting, moaning and groaning. But in that instant the sound was distant as if from far away.
Goku’s eyes fluttered closed as he lifted his hands. Placed them on Vegeta’s shoulder. But he didn’t bring him closer, nor did he push him away.
A pleasant chill ran down his back as the older male brushed his mouth over his. Back and forth, slowly coaxing his mouth open.
When he felt the moistness of the other’s tongue slide into his mouth he leaned back and stared at Vegeta.
“Vegeta!?” He lifted his fingers to his lips. Saw his own hand tremble. He didn’t think he was afraid. Not of Vegeta. But he was confused. Uncertain. His gaze flicked to the screen and felt his face heat up again.
Vegeta himself stood up. “I’m going to shower, Kakarot.”
Goku nodded and watched him go to leave, only to nearly trip as he felt a tug on his own tail.
The older male spun around and glared at him before his gaze softened upon seeing their tails entwined. Vegeta lowered his hands to untangle their tails from one another.
“I guess I have to be patient with you, Kakarot, but this is just more proof that you want me more than you realize.”
Goku watched him leave the room, the fur on his tail bushing up as his eyes remained wide. He had no idea what Vegeta meant, but realized it had to have something to do with their tails more-so than his arousal.
He frowned down at his crotch and muttered, “Behave!” His body might have wanted more, but mentally he just wasn’t ready for that next step. And he wasn’t going to just let Vegeta have his way with him.
Goku didn’t know how long it would take before he was ready and certain of Vegeta’s interest in him, but he wasn’t going to go from one relationship to another. Not with how the last had ended. And besides, Vegeta hadn’t yet courted him, though he had made mention of it.
Turning his gaze back to the television he let out a sigh when the credits began to scroll. At least that was over with. The two men hadn’t even known each other. They’d just met at a bar and then gone off to some hotel. He didn’t understand how anyone could do that. Not without commitment. At least neither of them had cheated on their partner.
He clicked the off button on the remote and shook his head. There was some worry that if he entered into a relationship with Vegeta too soon, as he had with his ex-wife, the end result might be the same. It was in part the reason he couldn’t just let himself give in to the scent of Vegeta’s arousal and the light musk the other’s tail was giving off. He imagined the older Saiyan could make the scent stronger if he wanted to, but thankfully had refrained.
There was so much for him to learn and in just one day, less than twenty-four hours, he’d learned more than he’d ever known. Both in regard to Saiyan culture and sex between men due to that awful movie. Not that he couldn’t imagine Vegeta doing those things to him, but after the life he’d led it was still difficult to wrap his head around. Part of him would have gladly just let Vegeta show him first hand, but he held back.
He didn’t know how long one was supposed to court another, and he wasn’t sure asking his ex-wife, or Vegeta’s ex-lover was the best idea. Instead, he’d have to wing it. Unless… maybe he’d speak to his friends, but they were all men who didn’t seem to have one iota of interest in men. But surely, he could still ask them. Except for Master Roshi. Something told him it was not a good idea to ask him. Not when everyone, especially the women, insisted that he was a perverted old man.
But in the meantime, he had something to take care of. And with Vegeta already in the shower he couldn't go in there and take care of his problem. A problem he’d typically only get after a really good sparring session with Vegeta. One he either rid himself of with cold water, or took care of in the privacy of the backwoods, if ignoring it outright did nothing.
Rising from the couch, he set off for the room Vegeta had given him for his stay.
Closing and locking the door he undid the sash of his gi. Removed one arm and the other from the top followed by each of his legs till he stood in nothing but his own flushed skin.
Laying down on the cool sheets of the bed he closed his eyes as his head hit the pillows.
With a low sigh he lifted one of his hands and trailed his the tips of his fingers down one side of his head. From his temple, against the corner of an eye, fluttering slowly over his cheek bone down along his jawline. He shivered as those fingertips and blunt nails trailed over the side of his neck down to where his neck met his shoulder. There he kneaded his own flesh before his fingers continued their path down over his pectoral muscle until he reached one of his nipples.
Taking his nipple between thumb and index finger he twisted the hard peak one way and then the other. Plucked at the nubile flesh, pinching and twisting again. His other hand lifted to follow a similar trail down the other side. Goku’s back arched off the bed, his head tilted back as his mouth opened. A loud shuddering moan passed his lips and echoed through the room.
With another shudder his back fell back to the bed as his hands moved from his nipples down the dips above his hips and lower and lower still. Both hands meeting between his muscular thighs where one grabbed the base of his cock and the other thumbed over the head of his cock.
From there he gathered his precome and used it to slick his cock. It might not have been much, but he felt it was enough to help.
He couldn’t help but imagine Vegeta’s hands on him instead of his own. Could see the smirk and those dark eyes darker still with desire, right behind his closed eyes as he twisted one hand and stroked up and down his shaft.
The fingers of his other hand rubbed against the frenulum before lowering to his balls. Gave them a gentle squeeze followed by a firmer one as he continued to stroke his length faster and faster. Each time he reached the head he gathered precome to help the gilde of his hand against his heated flesh.
He let go of his balls, allowing them to bounce. He groaned and grit his teeth together.
Then the fingers of his second hand brushed down just below his balls and pressed against his perineum.
With a few more strokes of his cock, and pressure rubbing against that spot behind his balls his back arched up off the bed, his eyes opened wide, his pupils dilated as he moaned. His body shuddered again and again as he came, wave after wave as he moaned one name, "Vegeta!" Spurts of his cum landed on his abdomen, stomach, up to his chest and chin.
As his body relaxed, his breathing heavy he heard outside his door a certain thick throaty voice.
“Damn it, Kakarot!”
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