Author's Note: Hello again, kids! I never thought I would be writing a sequel to Everybody Loves Goku!, especially not four years after the fact. Once again I'm at the cusp of crossing a threshold in my life (graduate school, oh lawd!). At this juncture the only appropriate thing to do is to not worry about what it means to be an adult, but to write fanfiction! I hope this tickles your fancy as much as the original fic. I will keep the same light-heartedness and humor that was in the first story to keep the spirit of the series...But be warned that things do get bumpy during this ride. There are quite a few twists and turns. Slight AU, but not by a lot. Goten is 16, Trunks is around 17, and Pan was just born.

Pairing: Goku x Vegeta with humor, fluff, romance, a pinch of angst, and lemons scattered throughout. For those who want to know upfront, both characters are uke and seme throughout the story. There's Goten x Trunks, although they're not the focus of this story.

Rating: M, so if you're not into that kind of thing you're in the wrong place.


Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

Part One


Vegeta never believed he would become a fucking housewife.

In a lot of ways it was his fault. He moved in (voluntarily!) with Goku after the Chichi-ghost debacle a few months before. And by gods, the third-class broke him in ways that not even Bulma Briefs thought was possible during her life on Earth.

He broke Vegeta, every night, with his furtive glances across the dinner table. There was no longer a reason to be shy, to pretend their feelings weren't laid bare every night when Vegeta would take Goku in bed—but there he was, blushing and looking at Vegeta below barely-raised lashes. And instead of punching him upside the head or flinging ramen at him, which he would have happily done a few months ago, Vegeta could only snort and tenderly rub Goku's knee beneath the table. Even then there were many unspoken words between them. Goku feared Vegeta's wavering fidelity; even after all that happened between them, Vegeta had to assuage his Kakarot's fears.

Not once had Vegeta told Goku to his face he loved him. Passivity was cowardly behavior in his culture, but he just could not not not, not in a million years, say those three words from his lips. So in his frustration, he said it through actions.

Goku was a good enough cook, but always the one to be competitive, Vegeta took over all grocery shopping and cooking duties to one-up his partner.

Whenever served with an excellent meal and a string of insults (they went hand-in-hand in the Son house now), Goku could only grin dumbly and say, "Thanks, Vegeta!" It sent the Saiyan Prince into a rage, which he channeled into washing dishes.

Goku was shitty at getting laundry done before it turned into a mountain of mildew. So Vegeta took care of that too. "Whoa, thanks Vegeta!" Goku would say while pulling his white tank over his spiky hair. When Vegeta chastised Goku for throwing jeans into the dryer since "any civilized, sentient being knows that you leave denim out to dry," Goku just scratched his head in confusion and kissed Vegeta full on the lips to make his angry-face go away.

"Get up, you lazy brat," was how Vegeta greeted Goten every morning to wake him up in time for school. Of course, he never woke up on the first try, so Vegeta had to flip the mattress. Every. Goddamned. Morning.

He felt weakened. His and Goku's sparring matches were just as extraordinary as before, but Goku took up to whining about minor bruises and broken bones afterward. At first Vegeta was shocked at the display of bitch-assness, but after giving Goku the sixth back massage in a straight week, he realized he was being used. The next day, he mercilessly slapped his mate around as retribution, but he remembered Goku liked that kind of thing…and then he had to look into Goten's blank eyes hours later and avoid having to tell him dinner wasn't ready because he had just spent the last 3 hours fucking his father hard enough to send him to another dimension.

It was a cloudy afternoon when Vegeta sighed in defeat after failing to vacuum a stain from the living room rug. He ripped the plug from the wall, ripped off the 50s style apron that somehow found its way onto his person, and stomped into Goku's room.

The bedroom window was left open, and a soft torrent of rain spray splashed from the sill onto the edge of the bed. Goku lay spread-eagle on his blue bed sheets, which were religiously tucked under the mattress edge as if some bedroom Nazi made sure not an inch of linen peeped out. Obviously Vegeta's doing. He sat on the bed, admiring Goku's angular nose and jaw, and how the slow rise of his chest was chased by a low whistling noise from his nostrils. He always looked angelic when he slept.

Vegeta slid off his t-shirt and jeans, and straddled Goku's waist. Earth's savior shifted his hips and opened one eye. "Whatcha doin'?"

"You've slept long enough. I need to fuck."

Goku pushed himself up on his forearms. "But I'm so tired. We already did that this morning. And after lunch. And—"

Vegeta leaned down and kissed Goku deeply. Goku's breath hitched and he stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Vegeta traced Goku's lips with his right thumb, enjoying how soft the skin was. He pressed a bit harder until his thumb slid into his partner's mouth, rubbing the top of his tongue. Goku moaned and playfully licked the intrusion. Vegeta pushed his index and middle finger in as well until they were coated with saliva. With his free hand he yanked Goku's pants off and flung them to the floor.

"Vegeta," Goku breathed in a daze before pulling his head away to get his shirt over his head. The Prince ran his coarse hand up and down the inside of Goku's bare thighs, which quivered from the warm touch. Vegeta didn't waste any time finding the middle of Goku's legs, and he pressed on the furled bundle of muscle there. Goku arched his back off the bed.

"You don't seem too tired to me." Vegeta circled his fingers around the entrance, all gentle, teasing the skin and slipping in a digit to test the muscle's resistance. This elicited a moan from Goku, who lolled his head back so it fell onto the pillow.

He ran his free hand slowly across Goku's chest, feeling muscle tense and relax as he let his fingers leave ghost trails that prickled his partner's skin. You're always so responsive, Vegeta thought, wondering how a person can feel and react to everything, all of the time.

These moments were also when Goku broke him.

He pressed his fingers inside of Goku and thrust and twirled them until they sank comfortably to the hilt. There was enough slick to cause a moist slapping sound against their skin. Vegeta stared at how his fingers disappeared and were clutched by Goku, and he sighed.

"'geta?" Goku softly panted in time with Vegeta's invading fingers. "Can I ride you?"

The Prince felt heat rise to his cheeks. A joke had to be in there somewhere. However, all witticisms escaped him and he simply nodded and slid down onto the bed next to Goku. Goku rose above him, a dark shadow over his otherwise innocent features, and Vegeta basked in knowing he was one of the few people in existence who knew what his Kakarot's face looked like when he wanted to rut like a dog in heat. They never broke their gaze, and both inhaled deeply as he lowered himself onto Vegeta's member.

Goku bit his lower lip. He had to focus to accommodate for the intrusion, especially at this angle, but he soon sank down so both of their hips kissed. Goku's weight was making Vegeta feel a dizzy bliss.

"Ah, 'geta—mm, you feel really good." He rode Vegeta's hips, impaling himself with each descent. Vegeta couldn't say anything at all. The feeling overwhelmed every sense. He dug his fingers into Goku's hips and made him bounce harder against him.

They continued like this for a long time, until Vegeta couldn't stifle his own moans. Goku was riding him hard enough to smash the back of the bed against the wall at a steady rhythm. Vegeta gave up on controlling the man on top of him and just hung onto the backboard to ride out his orgasm.

"Vegeta…"

"Hnn."

"'Geta…"

"What is it?" Vegeta was sweating and so close. Goku usually stopped his onslaught of blabbering during sex.

"Can I, um, you know?"

"What is it, Kakarot?"

"Can I go inside of you?"

Vegeta dropped his hands from the headboard. "You mean you want to screw me?"

Even in the middle of sex Goku could pull up his dumb grin. "Yeah, I was thinking it would be pretty nice for once."

Vegeta shoved Goku off his hips and nearly onto the floor. He looked scandalized. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"HEY! You didn't have to do that!" Goku rubbed his ass. "It was just a question!"

"Dammit, Kakarot." Vegeta stood up and pulled his jeans back up. His hard-on strained against his zipper. "I cook and I clean for you. Can you at least leave me whatever last bit of manhood I have left for the bedroom?"

Goku stuck out his bottom lip, looking pathetic. "It isn't fair if I can't do to you what you do to me! I'm curious too, you know!"

Tension built up from behind Vegeta's eyes. It was almost always a Son that caused this feeling. He pressed a thumb and index finger against his forehead to keep the pressure at bay. "Kakarot, I know we've never talked about this before, but in Saiyan tradition it's normal for one person to be the dominant one and the other the submissive. As the Prince of Planet Vegeta, it's only the natural order of things that I be the dominant one. Case closed."

Goku muttered something under his breath.

Vegeta whipped his head around, fuming. "What did you just say?!"

'"Nothin'."

Vegeta growled, and pushed Goku back down into the bed. "Say it to my face, clown!"

"I just said, 'There isn't a Planet Vegeta anymore so you really aren't a prince anymore.'" He shrugged his shoulders under Vegeta's weight, his own temper building.

"How—how dare you! Whether or not Planet Vegeta exists is irrelevant; I am still a prince and you my last surviving servant!"

"If you're going to pretend like Saiyan ritual means anything, then what are you doing with a third-class?!" Goku's bark was nasty, and he knew as soon as the words left his mouth that Vegeta would go off the deep end.

"Did you ever think for a second that I would still be fucking you if anyone else from my planet was still around?" Vegeta spat. "I fucked Raditz at any chance I got when he still alive!"

Goku's face darkened as he pulled away from Vegeta's vice grip. He rolled over on his side so his face was hidden. "I've asked you before if you ever had sex with a man, and you said no."

A familiar rage boiled beneath the surface of Vegeta's skin; it was the same rage he felt so many years ago when he hated Goku with every ounce of his being. The anger was like an old muscle in use after years: sore but familiar. He couldn't stop himself.

"It wouldn't have helped with you knowing! And—and your brother was a better lay than you could ever be!" With that, Vegeta pulled his shirt and boots on without looking Goku in the eye, and fled from the room.

He punched the door open and was met with the unfortunate sight of Goten pretending like he hadn't heard anything. The younger Son was shoving a huge meatball sub down his gullet, and looked as if he were about to choke from the death glare Vegeta shot in his direction.

"Shut-up," Vegeta said. He pulled his leather jacket off the coat rack by the front door. Mindlessly he ran his fingers across the small table next to the rack, found a small moleskin notebook, and stuffed it into his pocket. A second later he was gone.


Goku moped in bed for ten minutes before turning to the trusted confines of the refrigerator for comfort. For each scoop of chocolate ice cream shoved into his mouth, the more his anger abided. It was promptly replaced with annoyance. What a jerkface, Goku thought, I can't believe he had sex with my brother!

Raditz was a real dick, too.

A nightmare crept into his mind. Maybe Vegeta only likes me because I look close enough to Raditz? The thought made him finish the gallon of Blue Bunny five seconds later.

Goten walked through the kitchen and grabbed the three jumbo bags of ranch potato chips sitting on the counter. "Hey Dad, what's up?"

"Vegeta's being dumb!" Goku picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He never bothered with the device unless he was with friends or watching the Saturday morning cartoon block.

"Oh. Um, that sucks." Goten scratched the back of his head. He still had no idea why Vegeta was living with his dad, or why the two seemed to be a lot more emotionally sensitive than before. It bothered him for a few days, but when Vegeta took over kitchen duties, he forgot about his confusion and just basked in the afterglow of a nightly post-dinner ecstasy. The man could cook.

"…And that's why I'm not feeling too great." Goku finished telling a story Goten didn't even know he started.

"Uh…Yeah. Sorry about that, Dad."

Goku stared into his son's eyes. He squinted. "Why are your eyes all red?" He could see the fresh wave of paranoia wash over Goten's face. "Have you been crying?"

"Of course not!" He pawed at his bag of chips, looking suspicious. "Just hanging out with Trunks in the basement and…yeah."

Goku raised a brow. "I didn't know Trunks was over. What are you up to?"

Goten struggled to say a coherent sentence. Goku was further weirded out and just walked to the basement door to chat with Trunks himself.

The second he opened the door, a billowing cloud of smoke escaped and curled around Goku's body like a serpent. "Whoa!"

"Dad, don't!" Goten whined behind him. Goku ignored him and walked down the wooden stairs, each slat groaning under the weight of his feet.

"Hi, Goku!" Trunks waved at him from the plush couch at the basement bottom. He was dressed to a T as always. His hair was grown out to a long ponytail, and he wore a heavy leather sports jacket and shiny loafers. Goku remembered Bulma telling him how Trunks travelled the world attending "business internships," but even Goku was smart enough to know Trunks was simply globetrotting to make use of his family's fortune.

How does Goten get along with someone so spoiled? Goku then smacked his forehead, remembering who he dealt with on a daily basis. He paused afterward to wrinkle his nose. "Why does it smell like pinecones down here?"

Trunks held up a short pipe filled with a green leafy substance unfamiliar to Goku. "We were just smoking. I hope it doesn't bother you too much!" He dropped his head and stared holes into his loafers. "Mom would have a fit if I smoked at Capsule Corp…"

"Ooh, smoking? Isn't that supposed to be bad for you?" Goku knew Bulma complained about it before finally quitting a few years back.

"You're thinking of cigarettes. We're smoking Mary-Jane."

Goku tilted his head. "Who's Mary-Jane?"

"You know," Trunks opened his palms toward Goku in emphasis, "Weed."

"Weeds? Like in a garden?"

"Marijuana!"

"I don't know who Mary is!"

Trunks threw his hands up in defeat. "Just hit this." He pushed the pipe beneath Goku's nose; Goku reflexively pulled away from the strange-smelling plant.

"Why would I hit this thing? Did it do something wrong?"

Trunks held the pipe between his fingers so his thumb rested over the open hole in its side. With his opposite hand he pressed a lighter against the plant inside of the pipe's bowl. "Just suck on this and you will understand everything," he said.


Shit. I am a jackass.

The peaceful rain spatter in the past hour turned into an unrelenting torrent. Vegeta found refuge under the branches of a large tree with weeping branches miles away from home. A frown set itself deep in his face as he scribbled in his moleskin pad. Not even Goku knew what he wrote in the thing, and even with his recent dickish behavior that probably wouldn't change. He chewed on the end of his pen and slipped the pad into his back pants pocket.

He never intended on Goku finding out about Raditz…They were fuck buddies standing on the edge of the universe watching Frieza capture every planet in his wake. They were space pirates with no real home. Raditz was good enough when he thought raiding planets was all he could ever have.

But Goku was different. And precious.

Why did he ask from Vegeta what he could never give? What would be left of him then, if he let Goku penetrate him? It made him sick, because to be submissive brought up distant memories of Planet Vegeta and his father. His father, who'd rather let his people suffer under the rule of a lizard instead of dying with their pride intact. His father, who died because he waited too late and was too weak…if the last surviving member of the royal family couldn't hold onto the pride the king never had, there would be nothing left.

And no matter how much Goku loved him and how much he cared about the third-class, he couldn't let him be the strongest in the universe and the dominant one in the relationship. Without pride, Vegeta believed he would cease to exist.

He rolled his neck around until it popped. What the hell was he supposed to do with all of these emotions anyway?! It was like a giant, angry block was sitting in his path, and no matter how much he pummeled it or screamed at it, it would still sit there as if gloating from lack of affectation. How could he even begin to make Goku understand without making him feel like shit again?

A soft blip!emitted from his jacket pocket. The familiar sound made Vegeta's stomach drop. He checked his phone.

Kakarot has just sent you a text message!

Shit! He opened the text:

I hope u r proud of urself b/c I am so angry that I cn't even figure out how 2 turn on this new electric kettle u got and now I cn't eat anyting1!1

Goku's grammar went to shit whenever he sent angry text messages. He could already see the idiot's fingers bumbling on his phone's keypad. Vegeta started to reply, gave up, and just slipped the phone back into his pocket. He reached for his breast pocket and pulled out a cigarette instead. Goku had no idea he smoked. Hell, he didn't even do it often enough to warrant buying more than a few packs a month, but it was a part of his identity he felt would clash with Goku's "poster boy for humanity" image.

While taking a drag he glanced through the branches of the tree, which were swollen with rainwater that dribbled down onto his shoulders. Far into the distance, maybe a mile west, he saw a faint flash. Normally he was indifferent to strange phenomena (it usually found him in the form of an alien monster later), but he had to kill some time before going back home.

The weather worsened the farther he walked, which irritated him once the ground was soft enough to suck his soles down into the earth. Soon he approached a clearing; a strange arrangement of stone pillars surrounded a pit burrowed into the ground. Otherwise, it looked innocuous.

"Prince Vegeta. Come to me."

The Prince widened his eyes until they were as huge as saucers. That voice. I haven't heard it since…

A cloudy apparition rose from the pit. A burly, human silhouette materialized in the cloud until it hovered above Vegeta like an animal about the pounce. Glowing yellow eyes stared down at him, and Vegeta fell to his knees.

"Father?"

The last living King of Planet Vegeta was before him, visage hazy in the rain. In the past Vegeta had hallucinations of his father, and sometimes visions near the brink of death. But never had his experience been this visceral. The scent of starched linens invaded Vegeta's nostrils, and he remembered what his father's cape smelled like when he used to bury his face in it to hide as a child.

"Do not look so frightened," King Vegeta said, twitching his moustache. "I would not drag myself from the land of the dead just to scare you."

Vegeta clenched his fists. "I was never afraid of you!"

"I'm sure that isn't the case. Do you remember the time you hid under your bed when I put on that mask, and I took it off telling you I was just joking but you cried for an hour anyway?"

"I don't remember that happening. Ever," Vegeta said.

"Your selective memory makes you a coward. You're even hiding from your mate now."

"He isn't a real mate! He doesn't know—"

"Doesn't know the true mating ritual? I'm sure that's the case because you never told him."

Vegeta gazed up at the apparition. He ground his teeth together in rage. "You have no right to talk about Kakarot and me, or how I live up to ritual. You rolled over to Frieza until it was too late, while I proudly lived for the Saiyan race beyond your death!" The caked mud on his knees sucked him deeper into the ground as he struggled to stand.

"Kakarot is just as much a savior—a prince, even for humanity as he is for our race." King Vegeta stretched his hand out toward his son and pressed it against his heart. "You go on about your history, but you purposely keep one piece of it hidden to protect your pride. You know that Kakarot in reality is the dominant—"

Regressing back to ten years old, Vegeta stuck his fingers into his ears. "LALA, I'M NOT LISTENING TO THIS DRIVEL!"

"If you do not change, your pride is going to destroy you—"

Vegeta turned his back on his father. He drove his fingers deeper into his ear canals. "I don't hear anything right now, so I'm going home!"

"If you ignore me, you will regret it!"

"I'm walking away for real now, so stop talking!"

"You're a stubborn jackass!"

"I get it from my father!"

"Your brother Tarble, bless his soul, may have been a bit slow but at least he wasn't an annoying little prick like you!"

"Tarble didn't even mate with a Saiyan. I don't know if his wife even has genitalia!"

"I thought you couldn't hear me!"

"Shut-up!"

"No, you!" King Vegeta released an exasperated sigh as his son stomped away. He rubbed the space between his eyes, and stopped once he saw his son doing the same. "If you don't stop and listen to me, you will regret it in the morning!"

Vegeta flipped his father the bird and kept along his merry way. Wretched fool, coming back from the dead to berate me on my goddamned sex life!

"Very well." King Vegeta stretched his arm, but this time to point his index finger in accusation at his son's retreating back. "I will take away your pride until you prove to me, just one time, that you deserve it!"

The Prince of all Saiyans was far enough away to genuinely not hear a word his father had to say.

"You come back here and listen to me, or I will make this curse twice as awful!"

Vegeta kept walking.

"I swear if you don't stop, I will make it three times as awful. Maybe even four times!"

Vegeta disappeared into a forest nearby.

"Then so be it, Prince Vegeta. You will have to prove yourself worthy of your lineage…five times!" A bright white light jet forth from his outstretched hand and bolted into the forest to follow his son. King Vegeta disappeared. The rain was almost loud enough to muffle Vegeta's gasp of pain and string of curses.


It wasn't until well past 1:00AM when Vegeta returned home. He kicked off his dirty boots and tossed his wet jacket onto the couch, making a mental note to clean up the mess later. He passed through the living room, but frowned when he saw Goku sitting in front of a TV playing nothing but snow and blaring white noise.

"Kakarot, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ssshh." Goku held a finger up to his mouth without tearing his eyes away from the television. "Do you hear that?"

Vegeta looked around the house incredulously. "No. What are you blathering about?"

"If you listen long enough, you start to hear voices." Goku smiled slowly. "I think they're trying to tell us…about another world. Like, an alien one. Isn't that far out?"

"Kakarot, to the idiots on this ball of dirt, you are the alien."

Goku was taken back. "Oh, yeah! I forgot."

Vegeta sighed and grabbed his hand. "Come to bed. I'm…I'm so—I hope I didn't upset you too much earlier." He avoided Goku's large, obsidian eyes.

"Huh? Oh, I forgot about that once I started talking to Goten and Trunks about aliens." Goku screwed up his face. "But now that you're back I am kinda angry again."

Vegeta turned off the TV and pulled the larger Saiyan down the hall to the bedroom. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."