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Survival of the Fittest	By : 2dragonkat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11966 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama. The only parts that do belong to me are the plot and the twins. I also do not make any profit/money from this either.

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Chapter One – "Bouncing Baby Boys"

WC: 4,245

Vegeta purred quietly, smiling softly down at Keigo who was curled up in his arms, having his 'middle of the night' snack. He gave a soft yawn a moment later, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to dispel his sleepiness, tucking his legs covered in soft pants beneath his body, his chest bare from feeding his babies. He had realized coming into this situation that he'd be losing sleep. He had already done so when he had raised both Trunks and Goten…but this situation was a little different.

The prince glanced over with a grin as his mate, Goku, played with Takeo, the oldest of the twins. Right now Goku was prancing around the room, wearing his own set of pajamas, Takeo in a soft little onesie just like Keigo, holding Takeo under his armpits, spinning the boy around like he was flying. He shook his head in exasperation. "Baka," he called softly, raising an eyebrow when Goku looked at him innocently, Takeo still squealing in his arms. "Don't rile him up, we'll never get any sleep otherwise."

Goku chuckled sheepishly, adjusting his grip to cuddle Takeo to his chest. "Sorry little Samurai, your Papa doesn't want to stay up late like we do," Goku cooed to the child in his arms, wagging his finger in the baby's face. Takeo just gurgled happily and grabbed his father's finger, gnawing on the tip.

His mate came and sat beside him on the loveseat he used to feed his cubs, as it was right next to their crib, nestled in the corner of the master bedroom. Goku leaned in and nuzzled his neck in apology, nipping the soft skin there before leaning back. Vegeta rolled his eyes, his attention going back to Keigo suckling his nipple, his sweetest and youngest son murmuring in contentment as his belly was filled. A moment later Keigo pulled away with a pop, eyes drooping in sleepiness. Vegeta huffed in affection, bringing his three month old son up to his shoulder where a little blanket rested, patting the boy's back until he gave a little burp.

Takeo seemed to have calmed as well and Vegeta slipped an arm around his little warrior, scooping him out of his father's arms and taking them both to their crib. He nestled them down side by side, smiling as their tails twined together for comfort. Keigo lay on his stomach while Takeo lay on his back, once again twirling a chunk of his hair around his finger, both of them falling asleep, their little bodies going lax.

Vegeta purred a bit louder, leaning over them, tucking their blankets around their small bodies, kissing both of their foreheads in goodnight. He pulled away from the large crib, glancing up when he felt heated eyes on him. His mate was staring at him, dark eyes so soft and loving, but passionate and Vegeta felt his cheeks flush reluctantly.

"What," he whispered, walking away from their twins and going to their large bed, pulling back the covers.

Arms came around him seconds later, as he was poised to climb into bed. Goku nuzzled his neck, both of them tumbling onto the mattress as his mate's chest rumbled with his deep, sensual purr. Vegeta huffed, squirming around until somehow they ended up tucked in their own bed, Goku spooned tightly to his back. Vegeta sighed and closed his eyes. His mate was being extremely affectionate…which meant he wanted sex. Now Vegeta wasn't adverse to the idea but he did want to catch some sleep before his boys woke up for their 'almost sunrise snack'.

"I was thinking about how happy you look Vegeta…and how happy I am that we finally have babies we can call our own," Goku whispered into his ear, giving the appendage a little nibble. It was rather sweet actually and Vegeta gave a little smile, he was happy too. "I was also thinking I should get you pregnant more often."

THUD.

Vegeta didn't even turn to see if his mate was alright after he had smacked him right on his perverted grin, the man sliding from the bed to land on the floor. He heard a chuckle and he humphed, pulling the blankets around his body tighter. The bed dipped as his mate climbed back in, curling around his smaller body once more. "Sorry babe. But it's true, I'm really happy…and I just want to express that with you," the tone of his mate's voice was honest, if a little sappy and Vegeta rolled his eyes, turning in Goku's arms.

When he was face to face with his mate he wrapped powerful arms around Goku's neck, leaning in and kissing him. No matter how much his mate could annoy him…he was still his mate…his soul-mate at that, and Vegeta loved him above all others. The arms around him tightened as they kissed, lips pressing tightly together, tongues sinking into warm mouths easily, sensually. But Vegeta pulled back, kissing the tip of Goku's nose.

"You know I don't like doing it with them in the room," he murmured quietly and Goku suddenly took on a contemplative look.

Vegeta's eyes widened at the covers were tossed from their bodies and he was hauled out of bed, tossed over his mate's shoulder like a slab of meat. He spared a glance at his happily slumbering cubs, wishing for a moment he could join them in sleep…but…

They hadn't done it in a week, and Goku wasn't the only one eager for a romp.

The prince was set down gently on the cool tile of their bathroom, his mate nuzzling him gently as he turned on the shower, licking at the claim mark on his left shoulder that Goku had put there over ten years ago. His hands dug into the shirt on his mate's back and Vegeta pulled it off, running his hands over the taunt smooth skin, their pants fell to the floor as they kissed once more. Vegeta was pulled in when the water was steaming hot, sighing as the droplets of liquid pounded against his tired and aching muscles. Raising two full blooded Saiyan twins was no easy feat. There were days Vegeta would rather take on Buu for all that he went through. But in the end they were his precious boys and he would do anything for their happiness.

Goku's mouth found his own once more, bending him backwards, their faces now pelted by the water, their kisses wet and sloppy, but oh so warm. Large hot hands stroked over his body, fingers digging into his back when he sucked at Goku's questing tongue, the hands then retaliating by grabbing his ass firmly, squeezing tight, bringing his hips to press tight to Goku's. He moaned at the feel of his lover's already stiff cock jutting into his hip, the erection a hot brand against his groin, his own cock rising to the occasion.

He was suddenly turned and pushed chest first into one of the tiled walls and he gave a passionate shout at the shuddering contrast of the cold tiles on his flushed body, his new erection bumping against the cool wall, jerking at the dual sensation of hot water and cold tiles. Vegeta whimpered when he heard his mate kneel behind him, Goku's mouth first finding the base of his tail, the appendage twitching in passion, shaking off water droplets as his aroused scent was released from the pores on his tail, filling the room with his scent.

A stronger and muskier scent joined his own moments later and Vegeta groaned at the smell…it was the smell of him and his mate, joined together in ardor. His body shook with passion induced shudders as Goku nibbled at the base of his tail, one of his hot hands coming up to cup his erection, giving Vegeta something warm and soft to thrust into as the pleasure became too much. That wicked mouth trailed lower, abandoning his tail which made Vegeta whimper in loss, but he moaned loudly when that mouth found something new and equally sensitive to play with.

Vegeta spread his legs wantonly, arching his back to jut out his ass towards Goku's hot mouth, voice dissolving into whimpers and moans for more as his mate licked at his twitching entrance. That wicked tongue pressed against his wrinkled orifice, but not enough to breech, leaving Vegeta aching for more. He rocked his hips and waved his tail, begging with his moans for more. Goku continued to tease, licking around and around but never in, teeth coming to play as they nibbled at the edges of his entrance. Vegeta's hips jerked at the sensation, reaching the hand back not braced on the wall in front of him, which was quickly warming from his passion, and grabbed onto his mate's thick hair, trying to convey that teasing was no longer needed.

It had been too long since he had had his mate's thick girth sheathed within his hungry body.

Goku got the hint but instead of dipping his tongue in he thrust two wet fingers into his body, delving deep and wiggling around, his body easily relaxing to their intrusion. A soft chuckle bubbled up from his mate's chest, echoing around the room, mixing with the sound of the shower.

"You sure are eager Vegeta," Goku whispered, leaning in and biting at his ass, leaving little red marks on the otherwise flawless skin.

"Shut up. Less talk and more fucking Baka," he growled in response, finally finding his footing and shoving Goku's hand away from preparing him.

He wrapped a hand around Goku's throat, yanking his mate to his feet and shoving him against a different wall, grinning when the man gasped and shivered from the coolness of the tile on his overheated body. Vegeta said nothing, he just jumped up, wrapping arms and legs around Goku, reaching down to grab his mate's long and thick cock, mouth watering a bit at the feel of the hot organ in his hand. But he didn't pause too long, for his mate came back to himself, hands going to hold his ass, sharing the burden of his weight.

Vegeta purred and positioned himself, locking eyes with his mate as he slowly sank down, mouth falling open wordlessly at the pleasurable stretch of his muscles, the intrusion of his mate's erection welcome and oh so desired. Goku groaned and growled as they continued to stare at one another, both of them leaning in to kiss, which turned into more licking than anything else, both of their mouths wide open, tongues dueling in the mixture of their breath and the steam of the shower, chins, cheeks and noses getting attention from their playful tongues.

He was seated in a heartbeat, both of them sighing into one another as Vegeta's body twitched at the stretch, his muscles squeezing and stroking the large erection buried perfect and hot inside of him. They were frozen, panting as they got used to being joined once more.

And then Goku growled, turning and slamming Vegeta into the tile he had been leaned against, lips pressing tightly to Vegeta's before the prince could shout in surprise, drawing blood from their lips as he thrust hard, not sparing a moment of their lovemaking. His hips pistoned back and forth, their skin slapping wetly together, mostly drowned out by the spray of the shower. Vegeta shouted against his mate's lips, fingers digging into his tense shoulders as his mate wasted no time, his hips slamming against his own.

Each pleasurable drag against his prostate had his body tightening in pleasure, causing Goku to jerk against him, thrusts becoming more powerful as Vegeta sensually massaged him from within. In and out, in and out, his mate's cock hot and hard, reaching in and touching every inch of him, leaving Vegeta breathless with each powerful snap of hips. He ripped his lips away from Goku's, head tossed back to rest on the cool tile, panting and moaning, eyes clenched shut at the sensational feelings coursing through his body.

Goku suddenly stopped, but only for a second as he quickly hooked his arms under Vegeta's knees, bending the prince in half, and giving him a new angle. With Vegeta in position Goku went right back to thrusting, his mate growling as he humped him, teeth bared in pleasure. It made Vegeta scream. The new angle had Goku's large cock slipping deeper into his body, sinking in and dragging across his prostate roughly, stabbing at that pleasurable spot with each slap of his hips against the prince's own.

It was over too soon and Vegeta's back arched hard, his chest pressed tight to the heaving one of his mate, voice caught in his throat, his body breathless so he could make little more than a gasp of pleasure as he came. His body dissolved into delicious shudders, his already tight body getting impossibly tighter around his mate's cock and just a few thrusts later Goku went taunt in his arms as well, actually howling a bit as he released deep inside of the prince, his seed hot and thick.

Vegeta trembled in his arms, skin over sensitized, body slumped in exhaustion though as he panted into Goku's neck. His mate panted into his own and Vegeta gently stroked his hair in comfort, their bodies shaking at the intensity of their loving. Goku's cock softened within his debauched body and slipped free moments later, pulling a whimper from Vegeta's throat at the feeling of loss.

Goku suddenly shivered in his arms and he realized it wasn't from passion but from the water, now lukewarm, that rained down on his large mate's back. They some how disentangled themselves, muscles languid like jello as they very quickly rinsed and jumped out of the shower before it got too cold.

Before Vegeta could grab a towel to dry off, his mate's arms were around him once more and then he gasped as the man powered up slightly, drying both of them instantly from the heat of his power. Vegeta purred at the display of his mate's strength, patting his mate's arms and leaning into his hold. The prince was scooped up seconds later and carried back to bed where he was laid down. He burrowed into the soft pillows and mattress, eyes drooping as he watched Goku retrieve their blankets as he settled down beside him, covering them both.

The prince curled close, murmuring in contentment as he was wrapped in his mate's strong arms. He spared a glance at the clock that hung over his cub's crib, noticing that he still had about three hours to sleep until their next meal. Even though he would lose sleep it was worth it.

Vegeta vowed to never go a week without sex again, no matter how tired he was.

Gohan entered his parent's house to a very unexpected sight…though it wasn't uncommon.

He and his mate Piccolo had come for a visit. Gohan wanted to spend time with his Papa and the twins and Piccolo wanted to do some training with his father, apparently his mate suddenly decided he needed to be stronger so he could at least match Gohan's power…for some reason thinking as he was the dominant one in the relationship that he had to be stronger…which was preposterous but Gohan's words fell on deaf ears so he let the subject drop.

His mate could go and exhaust himself for all hours of the day with the thought that he was a bad mate because he wasn't at the Saiyan's level…just as long as he came home and gave Gohan some much loved attention. The training lately had been paying off though, Piccolo was getting stronger and Gohan was learning a great deal from helping his Papa with the twins…he was starting to feel ready for his own family, but that was neither here nor there.

The real situation was the one he and Piccolo walked in on in the living room of the Saiyan abode. Goku was passed out on one of the couches, head hanging off one side and snoring as Keigo sat on his stomach, steadily pulling apart his father's shirt by pulling on a single loose thread. It was half undone when Gohan walked in. His papa was crashed on the floor, face down, back rising and falling evenly in sleep, Takeo lying next to his head playing with his hair.

It was an utterly adorable sight. Gohan felt himself smiling until he noticed Takeo start to do something. His baby brother took a giant fist full of Vegeta's hair and pulled…very hard.

"Uh oh," he muttered, he and his mate exchanging worried glances.

"FUCK!"

His papa's resounding shout of pain at his hair being ripped out set off a series of events. Takeo burst out crying, the six month old baby still clutching a thick chunk of hair in his tiny fist. His father awoke with a start to the sound and he sat up much too quickly, giving a yell of surprise. But Goku's movement sent Keigo sailing out of his lap, the youngest baby crying in surprise.

But Gohan was prepared and he was already waiting on the other side of the room as the events unfolded, easily catching his youngest brother. This wasn't an unusual circumstance to unfold.

Gohan watched with a smile as his parent's composed themselves, knuckling the sleep out of their eyes as they stood, Vegeta bouncing a wailing Takeo in his arms, retrieving a sobbing Keigo from his own. "You really need to get more sleep Pops," he said softly, following his papa as he self the living room for the kitchen. "This isn't safe to have you both passed out, no one is watching the twins, and who knows what they could get up to unsupervised."

Vegeta turned slowly to him and Gohan took an involuntary step back at the dark look on his papa's tired face, dark circles under his eyes adding to the menacing look. "You have a cub of your own brat, and then say that to me again. Hell have two and see what they can get up too, I know very well, this isn't the first time I'm raising two Saiyans in this household," Vegeta growled, the sound immediately quieting both of his brothers who stared anxiously up at their papa even as they cuddled into his arms.

Vegeta disappeared into the kitchen and Gohan was about to follow him when his father and mate came out into the hallway, Goku gazing sadly at the tatters of his shirt. "I lose more shirts this way," he muttered.

Piccolo just rolled his eyes, coming to him and planting a soft kiss on his mouth, lingering for a moment, pulling a sigh from Gohan's mouth as he pulled away. "We'll be back at sundown," Piccolo said softly, stroking his face and then turning, grabbing his tired father by the ear and dragging him out the back door.

Gohan smirked, now he had to think that his father was getting more exhausted from their daily spars instead of his mate, Piccolo was like a slave driver. He shook his head in affection and then walked into the kitchen, smiling warily at his papa as Vegeta lay the twins in a playpen next to the dining table, growling at them to stay put as he went to make a snack for himself. Vegeta glanced at him and waved him into the room, looking a bit more bright-eyed and giving off a less ominous presence so Gohan figured the grumpy stage of his papa's day was over with for now.

He went over to his brothers, kneeling down next to them and watching as they climbed over one another, gnawing on each other's tails and testing the structural integrity of the playpen they were in. Takeo soon found a plastic rendition of Cell which he started to bite at, leaving Keigo alone. His youngest brother spotted him and crawled to the side Gohan sat at, looking up with shining black eyes, arms lifted, asking in baby talk to be held.

No one could ever resist that face, not even the most evil creature in the universe. Gohan glanced up at his papa who sat at the counter, digging into a stack of twenty sandwiches, a meager snack. Vegeta looked over at them, gave a little smirk and nodded and then turned back to his sandwich. Gohan smiled brightly and stood up, reaching down and scooping up his sweet brother into his arms. He never got enough of holding him, or Takeo for that matter. For the past few months he had been drinking up everything he could learn about raising a cub from his papa, ready for the day when he would get to raise his own.

Gohan was lost in wistful thoughts of having his own cub, what he would look like, how Piccolo would look when he held their baby, and how happy he would be just like his papa. He didn't see the discarded toy Takeo had tossed away, covered in his saliva, right in the path he walked as he swayed around the room in a daydream, Keigo held loosely in his arms.

He suddenly found his foot sliding out from beneath him and the ground coming closer, and instinctively threw back his hands to catch himself as he fell…which mean he dropped Keigo. The smacking crack of the baby's skull on the tiled floor that contrasted with the utter silence of the cub had Gohan trembling where he sat, throbbing backside no longer an issue. He was suddenly shoved aside, skidding across the floor, crashing into the playpen and sending Takeo into crying fit. He looked up with wide sorry eyes as his papa gently grabbed his youngest child from where he lay on the floor. Gohan bit his lip, eyes tearing at the droplets of blood on the floor and in the baby's soft hair, throat closing up and stomach clenching in fear.

Vegeta was trembling a bit, bringing Keigo to his chest, whimpering as he looked down at the eerily quiet cub. And then Keigo made a choking gasp and let out the loudest cry Gohan had ever heard, screeching in pain, but it had his papa slumping in relief at the sound, knowing that even though Keigo was hurt he was okay, crying meant he was okay. His papa cooed down at the child, blinking away relieved tears, curling his arms protectively around the baby. Gohan watched this all from his spot, Takeo crying behind him but he didn't dare turn around and grab him for fear of reenacting the disastrous situation again.

His papa turned to look at him and Gohan looked away, utterly ashamed, curling up. A hand on his cheek had him looking up into his papa's compassionate face, the man leaning down and nuzzling him, and suddenly it was all okay.

Gohan took a shaking breath, nodding up at his papa. It had been a mistake, a big one, but now he knew and could avoid it in the future. And he wasn't going to be perfect at this, all the more reason to practice so that nothing befell his own child. Vegeta wasn't mad, just terrified.

Keigo and Takeo both still cried and Gohan shook himself out of his stupor and grabbed his warrior brother, holding him close, focused on him and nothing else. He had learned today to never take his attention completely off the baby in his arms, or else something like what had just happened could happen again. Takeo immediately calmed in his embrace, falling quiet, sucking one of his thumbs and leaning against Gohan's chest, twirling a piece of his hair.

His youngest brother was still distraught though, and nothing Vegeta did was calming the baby.

Both Subs jumped in surprise as someone burst into the kitchen, followed closely by another. It was Goku and he stood wide eyed, taking in the scene. "Keigo…Keigo is he alright," his father gasped out around his pants, scrambling up to Vegeta, leaning over him, hands trembling as they hovered over his injured cub.

Vegeta sighed and nodded, pressing closer to Goku, resting his head on his chest, looking like he needed as much comfort as Keigo did. His father curled his arms tight around them both, burying his face in his papa's hair. He watched the scene, holding Takeo a little closer as his father comforted his family, somehow knowing that something had been wrong and rushing home.

Keigo's cries started to die down a bit, turning into wet hiccups. Both of his parents looked down at the baby and Gohan felt his heart ache at the sight, they were such a beautiful family. Takeo started to squirm and he looked down, seeing his little warrior brother reaching out to the trio. He stood and walked over, holding out the baby and he was immediately sucked into the family embrace and Gohan backed up, knowing he wasn't allowed in, not yet, this moment was for them.

A strong arm wrapped around his shoulder and Gohan turned into Piccolo's hold, burying his face in the Namek's chest, breathing deep the scent of his sweat and the outdoors, curling into his hold.

Someday they would have a baby between them as they embraced, just like his parents did.
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