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: Well I managed to finish up the last full chapter this morning so all I have left to do is the epilogue. So I suppose now I'll start asking for reviews and such. I do get some lovely reviews from people, and I thank you all. But I'd like to here from some new people (not that I don't like hearing from you devoted readers, I adore it). If ya'll don't mind. But whatever works for everyone.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. This is a two parter chapter. I promise I'll post the next part in a few days, regardless of whether I finish the epilogue.

I have to send out a warm thanks to my muse Julesie. 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. And basically finish it.

Warnings for this chapter: not so much a warning but I am taking quotes and scenes from the anime, soI take no credit from it at all. Really this is a rather tame chapter.


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Chapter 8 – “Let the Games Begin”

Based on Episodes 274 – 276 (US Funimation versions)

WC: 3,013


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Vegeta had been abandoned.

He had been abandoned by his stupid mate who had cryptically said he needed to go check something out but said Vegeta couldn’t come.

Vegeta was angry.

He was angry because he was now bored and realized how much he depended on his mate’s presence to keep his life from becoming mundane now that he wasn’t taking care of any cubs.

Vegeta was very bored….very, very bored.

He had tried training on his own after Goku left to wherever the hell he flew off to, but training on his own wasn’t as satisfying as it used to be, especially because he had Goku to train with now who pushed him harder than he ever could himself.

Vegeta was frustrated.

He was frustrated because he wanted to know about this big secret Goku had, but at the same time he wanted to give the man the cold shoulder in retaliation for abandoning the prince here to wallow in boredom.

Vegeta sighed.

No use moping around, laying on his back in the backyard where he had been since Goku left. He had gotten so bored he had started to pick out shapes in the clouds…but that was a very wimpy thing that Saiyan princes did not do, so he got up and went into the house. He’ll make himself something to eat, but not leave anything for Goku. He’ll punish his idiotic mate by denying him his supreme cooking

Vegeta chuckled.

Oh yes, he was brilliant. Goku would desire his cooking so much that he would start groveling then Vegeta could get all the information out of him that he wanted. Then he would have Goku pleasure him for at least two hours, but Vegeta would put a cock ring on the man so he would have no satisfaction until Vegeta wanted him too. Vegeta smirked a most evil smirk and rubbed his hands together as he entered the kitchen. Oh yes, Goku was going to pay for leaving Vegeta alone when he knew the prince got bored very quickly.

Vegeta ate with gusto.

He had made himself a Saiyan size snack, gracefully gobbling down the food, licking his fingers and sighing with satisfaction. But when he was done and he had cleaned up the kitchen, he was bored again. He glared at the room, trying to place the blame on the four walls around him…but he couldn’t take out his frustration on the room without destroying his house, which he didn’t want to do, so he abandoned blaming the innocent walls.

Vegeta watched TV, idly flicking through the channels.

He leaned his chin on the palm of his hand, his elbow perched on the arm of the couch he sat in. His other hand almost violently punched at the buttons of the remote he clutched. He glared at the television, also trying to blame this innocent object for his boredom. He paused on a news station, one perfect eyebrow rising in semi-interest, semi-exasperation. The Champ, also known as Hercule, was once again making a spectacle of himself in front of an audience. Apparently the next World Martial Arts Tournament was coming up soon. Vegeta tilted his head to the side, snorting at Hercule’s loud exclamations about how he was not getting old.

Vegeta was thinking that even if he was desperate enough to enter the tournament to get rid of his boredom, he didn’t want to risk his luck. The last time he entered that tournament…well look at what happened. Everyone died, he went evil, he was swallowed by the most disgusting creature in the universe, the planet blew up, and they were rescued by the most unlikely man who was now showing off his mediocre skills on the television...and did he mention everyone died.

No, with his luck, Vegeta worried that the universe would spontaneously combust if he entered the tournament so there was no way he was going to enter.

No way…

Vegeta could not believe he was entering the tournament…he just hoped that expression humans used wasn’t true. ‘Curiosity killed the cat,’ or in his case, ‘curiosity killed the Saiyan Prince.’ He glared at the man walking next to him as they worked their way through the area crowded with mobs of human. He really wished none of these weaklings had been wished back.

Okay, he did not mean that, he was just in a bad mood…not made any better by the giant grin on his mate’s face. Oh Vegeta hoped they were matched up so he can wipe the floor with his moron of a lover.

The man comes back two days before, grinning like Vegeta was not in a bad mood. And just when Vegeta’s about to implement his revenge with no food and no mind-blowing orgasms…the man says just the right thing to perk Vegeta’s curiosity.

Goku said, “There’s a guy who signed up for the tournament who might be really good. He’s suppressing his energy so we can’t find him. Seems like this guy is really shrewd. I think we might have a challenge on our hands.”

And of course, right then and there all of Vegeta’s well thought out plans went out the window as he felt the familiar burn in his gut when the possibility of a good fight came along. Usually he only felt this way when he and his mate sparred, since Goku was still stronger than him, even after all these many years of training together. But the possibility of a new, stronger fighter on this planet intrigued Vegeta.

…And he found himself agreeing to enter the tournament.

What was worst was that he ended up cooking Goku a meal and having mind-blowing sex with the idiot. He couldn’t even punish his mate because he was so focused on a good fight. This was one of those awfully rare, one of a kind moments, when Vegeta wished fighting wasn’t so ingrained in his blood.

Vegeta glared at all the humans in his way as their little group went to the sign up booth so they could enter the tournament, internally chuckling darkly as the humans scattered like rodents under his penetrating gaze. He’s still got it.

He glanced over his shoulder at Goten and Trunks who, weren’t quite sulking, but obviously they didn’t totally want to be here. Gohan was also with them, planning to enter the tournament at Vegeta’s request. His son stood next to his mate, but Piccolo decided not to enter, because while he was strong, he was no match for the five Saiyans entering. But apparently he was strong enough to take the lead in the bedroom. Vegeta shook his head. It still didn’t make sense to him that the dominant mate in their relationship wasn’t the strongest one, because that’s what Vegeta had been taught would happen. But the prince didn’t dwell on it, whatever made them happy was all that mattered…but it was still strange.

The day before Vegeta decided that if he had to suffer through being around weakling humans and entering a tournament where his mate was his only competition, then his sons were going to suffer with him. Whether they wanted to or not. And after staring all three down in turn and explaining what would happen if they didn’t enter…well let’s say they were ready to go in a matter of minutes. Vegeta smirked to himself…he’s still got it.

Who says he can’t have his evil moments and still be a good guy?

So now they were entered and heading to the arena where the preliminaries were going to be. Before they got there though they ran into a group of friends Vegeta hadn’t expected to see. He turned glaring eyes on his mate, knowing this was his doing.

Krillin, 18, Marron, Master Roshi, Popo, and Dende all stood together, heading in the direction of the stadium seating. They of course exchanged pleasantries, though Vegeta stayed silent, feeling a headache come forth as his annoyance at his mate raised to alarming levels. He didn’t really mind seeing his friends…but they had just seen them a week ago and also Vegeta wanted to keep this whole tournament thing low-key, he didn’t need people he knew watching him fight…he wasn’t a fan of that.

And also…if this person Goku kept hinting at turned out to be evil, then they’d have the added worry of keeping their friends safe. He’s already had enough of that pressure for one lifetime thank you very much.

After leaving the group of spectators, whom Piccolo joined, behind soon they were in locker rooms, exactly like last time, and changing into their gear. He glanced at some of the human’s outfits. Some were okay but some…was that a man in a chicken costume. Vegeta felt his eyes twitching. He will never understand humans.

He glanced over to where his mate and sons were changing. He was thankful he had finally talked his lover out of wearing that horrendously bright orange gi. Now he wore a light blue top, dark green bottoms, with orange accents on his wrists and ankles, and a white belt and black shoes.

Unfortunately the horrendously bright orange gi was passed on to other members of the family. Vegeta rolled his eyes, watching as Gohan and Goten both slipped on their own versions of their father’s trademark gi. At least his own son had a bit more taste, like himself. The two of them wore black tank tops, while Trunks wore dark grey pants and Vegeta wore some powder blue pants. After changing they headed out to where all registered fighters were gathering.

The preliminaries were a joke, at least for the five of them and Majin Buu, because humans were such a weak base line for fighters of their caliber. They of course all made it to the finals and were told they were to enter single file into the arena when the time came. Before that though they had about half an hour to relax before the championship rounds.

Vegeta leaned himself up against a wall, crossing his arms and ankles, emotionlessly watching the other fighters. His sons had all run off to get a bite to eat before the tournament, and he rolled his eyes as they bounced into the small cafeteria…they were still such children some times. Now he was left alone, trying to give off an aura of “Fuck Off” so no stupid human would bother him. He closed his eyes, lifting a hand to rub at his forehead. This had better be worth it…or someone was going to pay…more specifically one third-class baka.

Speak of the devil, Vegeta thought. He cracked open a single, staring impassively at his mate who had come and leaned against the wall beside him. He opened his eyes a moment later, eyes staring at the hand that grasped his own. Apparently Goku was feeling affectionate. And when the man was like this Vegeta had such a hard time remembering to be mad at him.

The prince sighed, leaning his head on Goku’s shoulder, closing his eyes again and just absorbing his lover’s presence. They were quiet for a few minutes but Goku broke the calm with a question.

“Why do you always wear gloves Vegeta?”

Vegeta grumbled, frustrated his quiet moment was interrupted by such an idiotic question. He turned his head up and glared at Goku, who wore an expression of curiousness. Vegeta felt his hand that was held in his mate’s grasp lifted to eye level and examined by Goku.

“I don’t always wear gloves Kakarot,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes as his lover turned his hand back and forth, looking for clues.

“I mean when we fight and stuff. You always wear gloves. I mean they can’t give you an advantage, cause I don’t wear gloves and I can still beat you…”

“Kakarot,” Vegeta growled, warning his mate was treading on thin ice.

“Sorry, sorry. I just mean what’s the point?”

Vegeta sighed, knowing Goku wouldn’t let the topic drop…because he never did. He pulled his hand away from his mate’s hold, pausing for a moment before removing the glove on that hand. He held out his hand for his lover’s inspection. He then grabbed one of Goku’s hands and placed it next to his own. “Do you notice a difference between our hands Kakarot,” he asked, with as much patience as he could muster at the moment.

“Your hands are smaller,” Goku said, more of a question than a statement.

“No Baka. My hands don’t have calluses like yours do,” Vegeta replied while rolling his eyes.

“Oh,” Goku said, understanding dawning in his eyes. He looked back down at their hands and took a closer look. Vegeta was right, his hands were much smoother than his own. He lightly ran one finger along Vegeta’s palm, still not entirely sure the point. “Why would to want them smooth Vegeta?”

“It’s not that I want my hands smooth Kakarot, it’s that I wanted them untouched,” Vegeta said quietly, lowering his head, hoping his mate made the connection.

“You talking about Freeza, aren’t you.”

“Yes…the gloves were standard for the uniform we all to wear in his service but I started wearing them all the time, only taking them off when I was alone. I felt the world I live in at the time was very dirty and was tainting me, sprit and body. I thought if there was a part of me that was never exposed to that world that it would keep me from being completely consumed by the darkness around me. My gloves became a safely blanket for me, and even after leaving that life, I couldn’t break the habit. So I continue to wear my gloves. It’s a hard habit to break.”

“And I don’t want you to Vegeta. Thank you for telling me Babe. I was always curious and now I understand,” Goku said gently, grabbing both of Vegeta’s hands, slipping the prince’s glove back on and holding them between his own. He brought them to his lips, placing kisses on each gloved hand smiling at his mate.

Vegeta smiled back softly, leaning in and resting his head on Goku’s chest, keeping their hands clasped together. Of course Vegeta could never be mad at this man, because he would do things like this and remind the Prince why he loved him. It was because he was so compassionate and understanding, something Vegeta had not experienced from someone until he met Goku.

Their little peaceful world was interrupted when the announcer came back and said they will now be heading to the main arena to draw names for the finals. Vegeta just rolled his eyes, trailing behind the group. He was only here to see this ‘prodigy’ that Goku kept mentioning, the Saiyan in him calling out for a challenge. They were lead to a waiting area and told to wait until the announcer called them in. Vegeta plopped himself against a wall, his boys and mate surrounding him, and while he did not join in their conversation he did enjoy their company.

He vaguely heard the announcer saying stuff like ‘Welcome to the World Martial Arts Championship,’ and ‘Let’s hear it for these great athletes.’ Apparently that was the cue for them all to file out, because all of the human fighters started trailing out of the room and Vegeta trailed behind in the back of the line, once again giving off the aura of “Fuck Off” to the humans.

“Hey Goten, who was it that won the last time we fought here,” Vegeta heard Trunks ask his mate.

“That was last time hunk,” Goten returned, and Vegeta smirked at his cockiness. He sure raised that boy well, that’s for sure.

He glared a moment later at the screaming, annoying human girls in the stands. He looked closer at the signs they were waving furiously…unbelievable…they were all cheering for Majin Buu.

“Whoa check out the Buu. He’s become really popular with the ladies,” Vegeta heard his mate remark ahead of him. Well it wasn’t something to be proud about, Vegeta though. He wouldn’t want all these loud-mouth annoying females all over him…it would ruin his princely image.

Soon they all stood on the stage for the fights and the announcer kept spouting unimportant stuff from his big mouth. Vegeta vaguely heard the man say ‘each one fighting for the right to be called world champion.’ Like he would want that. ‘And now it’s time for the fighters to draw lots to see how they’ll be matched…’ Finally, let’s get this whole thing over with, he thought in annoyance. He was here for one reason and one reason only. And it wasn’t to fight these wimpy humans.

Vegeta looked at the competition besides his family and Buu. There was a man in a chicken suit who had no right to be among fighters like them, some punk with an accent who needed to be taught a lesson, a pretty boy whose only talent was probably looking at himself in the mirror, a flamboyant leather man who terrified Vegeta a bit with his constant winks in their direction, a pumped up on steroids ponytail guy who was probably the weakest of them all even with all those muscles, and a nervous looking kid who probably didn’t understand what he had gotten himself into.

Vegeta sighed and shook his head…this was going to be a very long day. The announcer went on the describe what the rest of the tournament would entail but Vegeta tuned him out, continuing to look at the other fighters, wondering who was the one with all this potential.

“Hey Goten. Do you think the amazing guy Dad was going on about is really one of these? They all seem kinda normal,” Trunks said and Vegeta silently agreed. He glanced at his youngest son and saw that freaky leather man winking Goten.

He internally shuddered along with Goten. “Yeah, but there’s one guy not so normal,” Goten mumbled.

Vegeta could not help but agree.


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