Same As It Ever Was

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Vegeta sted ted barefoot on top of a nearby dome and scowled at the front window of his living quarters.

How long had it been now? 5 years? 10 years? 15? Time made no sense here. Nothing made sense here, lately. Wasn\'t it only yesterday that he had returned to this strange planet to find the tiny boy child? Now that child was nearly grown, and another one was on the way--a girl this time. A girl!

It was the females, even the unborn one, who confused him. It had something to do with the way they surprised him by announcing themselves beforehand. He hadn\'t been aware ofnks\nks\' expected birth, yet somehow the boy fit into his life without too much adjustment. The girl child, though only an ugly little worm in her mother\'s belly, was already requiring attention and preparation. How should he prepare for something so peculiar?B

Bulma was certain to let him know. She probably already had. That was the most surprising thing ol: sl: she could announce what was expected of him all day long, and somehow when all was said and done, he still didn\'t know what he was supposed to do. Yet, at least half the time, he seemed to already have done it. Of course, half the time he had not. It was all hit and miss with the females.

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He foot-skied down the slope of the dome for a moment before swooping through an open window into the quarters he shared with his wife and son, and soon the daughter. It was all so familiar and yet strange, or so strange and yet familiar--he couldn\'t decide.

No one was home. They wouldn\'t be for hoursey aey all led such busy lives. He turned on water in the kitchen and sped hed his face. He picked up vases and odd little carved objects from the various surfaces and wondered if he had ever seen them before.

Once, he had saved the universe. He knew that he had. It would no longer exist if not for him. But that didn\'t seem to matter now as much as that single life the woman was growing inside of her. Vegeta wandered through his home opening cabinets and drawers, hoping to find the thing that would give him back his place in his own life.

What was he missing? His life was comfortable. He wanted for nothing. Yet there was a hunger that even his pride in his son did not satisfy, even the long nights of lovemaking with his wife. He wandered into the bedroom where most (not all) of those nights took place. He opened the balcony doors. He perused the photographs of his family on the dresser and smiled, but that wasn\'t what he was looking for. He even peered into the wardrobe expecting nothing. Clothes had never interested him.

Bulma\'s favorite purple-flowered silk dress caught his attention. He hadn\'t seen it for some time. She could no longer fit her belly into it, but Vegeta remembered the first night he had seen her wearing it, after he and Kakkarot had side by side fought the merciless Majin Buu. She had planned a private homecoming for him after the others had left.

He faced the mirror and raised his shirt to finger old scars. He felt the familiar stirring in his groin that came with remembered bruises and exhausted muscles. It wasn\'t the dress itself that gave him a moment of knowing where he was so much as the memory of those days with Kakkarot, sharing their strengths, licking each others wounds after every battle. The vision of Bulma in the dress standing under a cherry tree in the moonlight represented the end of that turmoil. But as terrible as the battles had been, the truth was, he cherished those days.

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In the back of his mind a voice told him this was not something he would do, but breathing in the faint scent of Bulma and himself he quickly slipped out of his own clothes and into the dress. There were advantages to being small. The smooth fabric hugged the curves of his chest and ass. Even if he had been able to reach behind and zip up the back himself, the breadth of his shoulders would have prevented the dress from closing. He left it open.

The dress was made in such a way that it contoured to the form of its wearer. This was at least a new sensation. He had never been so aware of his own nipples before. The rub of the fabric caused them to stand out like little pencil erasers. In the mirror he poked out his belly as far as he could to resemble a tiny pregnant one and thumbed his left nipple through the material, sighing as the pleasure warmed him.

Kakkarot…Goku. He decided he liked the sound of the fool\'s common name. It seemed more familiar, more intimate. Goku was a huge puppy--his puppy. And the puppy had proved himself time and again as Vegeta\'s faithful companion in battle, in spite of being so often dismissed and kicked away like a stray cur.

If there was ever a man Vegeta wanted on his side in battle, it was Kakkarot; whose size alone made him formidable. He was powerful and loyal. But, along with the warrior came the country bumpkin who swam naked in the river and caught fish with his bare hands, and Vegeta smiled at this picture.

Recollections seemed to have brought the very musk of the brute into the present. The smell of wild honey and butter filled the room, overwhelming the lingering fragrances of his wife. \"Kakkarot,\" Vegeta said, turning from the mirror, one hand still cupping his chest.

\"The prince is in a rare mood today,\" said Goku, laughing as he entered through the open doors of the balcony.

\"Today is no different than any other day,\" sVegeVegeta. \"How long were you watching?\" He dropped his hands to his side, not out of shame; self-indulgence suddenly seemed no longer necessary

\"As long as I possibly could.\" Goku paused for a moment, hoping that his trembling was not perceptible. An unspoken command had brought him, but he was unsure how to proceed. This was an unfamiliar role he was expected to play. He breathed in deeply. \"I hope I haven\'t come at a bad time.\"

\"You are still a fool,\" said Vegeta. \"I knew you would be here. Your stench preceded you.\"

This was the point where Goku usually dropped to his knees or onto his belly with his ass in the air. He longed to fall back into this customary role, but he saw the discontent in Vegeta\'s eyes and knew that today, something else was required of him. More than anything, he longed to satisfy the prince. As diminutive as Vegeta was, and even wearing a woman\'s dress, he was in command. And he was commanding Goku to take command.

It was too confusing to think about. Goku lifted both huge arms over his head and flexed them while sniffing an armpit. \"I just bathed last week,\" he joked, noticing the way Vegeta fidgeted with things on a nearby table, and the way the mound under the silk dress grew. He was doing something right, even if he wasn\'t quite sure what it was. Without second-guessing himself he stripped off his shirt to expose his hulking chest and shoulders, and teasingly tossed the shirt at Vegeta, who caught the shirt and brought it to his face, gasping in the scent.

Marveling at the physical effect he was having over the prince, Goku reached into his pants to adjust his own dick, which had sprung uncomfortably to full erection. Still, he was hesitant to take action. This could end at any moment. Vegeta was like a wild animal who would start and run at the first wrong move. And Goku wasn\'t sure he would ever have this chance again. He cautiously put a hand on Vegeta\'s shoulder. Through the smooth fabric of the dress, the heat from the smaller man\'s body ripped through him like ackwackwave.

Vegeta stiffened and pulled away. Allowing this brute temporary control of the game was one thing. Being so overwhelmed by his own need was something he hadn\'t bargained for. He stumbled to the bed to try to regain his composure.

This was the turning point. Goku could hardly bear to see this strongest of men broken. Yet it was the very breaking that he had so long yearned for. He moved to the bed and sat closer than would usually be accepted, making mental notes for future reference.

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This is the way you make love to Vegeta:

One hand on a bare knee casually. It must be the knee closest to your own, as if you aren\'t really aware of the difference between the two (if you are to his right, use your left hand). After a moment, circle around the knee and move to the smoothness of the inner thigh. Heou cou can squeeze gently--in fact you have no choice; no one could possibly resist the firm give of this flesh.

If you look away as if interested in something across the room, he will lean slightly towards you. This is your opportunity to bring your right hand over to his left leg, and move your left arm around to the small of his back. Even when you find your mouth pressing against his ear, do not say a word. This is precisely the moment to remain silent.

\"Not here,\" said Vegeta. \"She will smell it.\"

Goku tossed him easily over a shoulder and headed to the balcony, his hand under the dress, feeling Vegeta\'s smooth round butt. This would not end now. He kicked several cushions off of the outdoor furniture and lay Vegeta onto them. The dress had ridden up Vegeta\'s hips, exposing his hardened dick, but that was no longer what Goku was interested in.

Goku could not continue with his mental list. Now he acted only from primal desire. The sight of Vegeta thumbing his nipple had given Goku the first hint of what Vegeta needed, and that was the where his fire led him. He tried to pull the dress down over Vegeta\'s shoulders but the fit was too tight. Vegeta arched his back to allow access to the back of the dress, but Goku found it much easier to simply rip the dress off, exposing the swollen nubs.

First he licked them. And Vegeta sighed. Then he lightly bit them and sucked them one at a time while Vegeta groaned beneath him. But it was no longer a matter of what Vegeta wanted.

He mouthed down the muscled torso to the softer swell of Vegeta\'s hips. Vegeta had parted his legs already in invitation. Bypassing the penis, Goku\'s mouth found the sweaty crevice of Vegeta\'s ass, and probed with his tongue until he found the tiny clove-tasting opening. This was where Goku wanted to spend the rest of his life, but there was still another bit of business to attend to.

Lifting one smooth, muscled leg onto his shoulder, Goku licked and kissed the little hole until it was wet enough. Then moving back up Vegeta\'s body, he entered him slowly, tentatively, but the prince gave no resistance, instead folding his legs around Goku\'s hips to urge him forward with his feet. In all of their encounters, Goku had never dared to dream this ecstasy. From this position, he lowered his face to the prince\'s and finally seized the one thing he had dreamed of all these years, from the only man he would ever love: a kiss.

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Vegeta came before Goku did--copious spurts against Goku\'s belly. His moans had abated and his breathing was returning to normal when Goku came, allowing Vegeta in his afterglow to luxuriate in the exquisite spasming of the big man inside him.

This should last for awhile, he thought when Goku finally crawled off him. He looked through the balcony doors into the bedroom he shared with his wife. Same as it ever was. Nothing had changed. But watching Goku dress, he felt the swelling of his nipples and the sweet stickiness in his ass, and decided he would ask the brute to stay for the weekend. Bulma would allow it--as long as she did not find the torn silk dress.

He would have to dispose of that immediately.