A/N: A collaboration fic I wrote with danhasOTPs from tumblr! I wrote this first chapter for Kakavege and they wrote the second for Truten. Unfortunately ffnet won't let me link stuff, but this is also posted on tumblr and AO3.

Warnings: There is male on male sex in both chapters, my friends, and biting! Enjoy!

Merry Valentine

Sitting at the kitchen table and contently eating his Saiyan-sized breakfast, Vegeta looked up in mild annoyance as his son burst into the room with a giant grin on his face. He would have overlooked the intrusion and simply gone back to eating if Trunks hadn't settled into a chair across from him and started helping himself to the Prince's breakfast. Eyes growing wider with each bite that the teen took, Vegeta cleared his throat in a disapproving manner and fixed a glare on the half-Saiyan.

"If you wanted breakfast then you should have been on time!" he growled as he pulled the dishes closer to his side of the table.

"Come on, Dad! It's Valentine's Day, you should share with me!" Trunks grinned and grabbed as many dishes as he could hold, scooting his chair away from the table and out of his father's reach.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and hunched over to guard his remaining food, "Only humans care about that idiotic holiday."

"Aren't you doing something special with Goku today? Since he was raised on Earth, he'd probably like that," Trunks mumbled as he munched on a piece of toast.

Snorting at both the poor manners of his son and the notion that the Prince of all Saiyans would deign to participate in a human holiday, Vegeta went back to his breakfast without another word wasted on the subject. He had hoped that the breakfast snatcher would take it as the cue to leave, but it seemed as luck was not on his side today as Trunks saw fit to continue the conversation alone.

"I'm going out with Goten, you should at least give Goku a gift! Something to show you care?" His son pleaded as if that would change his mind on the matter.

"Isn't my presence present enough?" Vegeta sneered, polishing off the last of his small meal and standing to leave.

Trunks propped his elbows on the table and sighed, "You two sure have a strange relationship, Dad."

"Tch, I could say the same about you and his spawn," the Prince retorted as he strode out of the room with a disgusted expression.

Making his way to the gravity room, he powered up the control panel and began his usual workout. His body went through all the same motions, from one routine to the next, but his mind couldn't seem to stay focused on training. For some reason Trunks's words kept coming back to him and he couldn't shake the thought of his lover not getting something he wanted. Even though they had been seeing each other for several months, Kakarot had never before mentioned wanting to do anything special on this specific day. Vegeta wanted to think that meant the Earth-raised Saiyan truly didn't care about Valentine's Day, but what if he never said anything because he didn't want upset the Saiyan from space?

Growling in frustration and mind going in circles over whether it mattered to Kakarot or if he was sacrificing his traditions to be with Vegeta, the irate warrior smashed his fist through a training bot that made the mistake of floating too close to him. As he surveyed the wreckage at his feet he knew he wouldn't be getting any actual training done today and powered off the gravity chamber. Kicking the broken bot to a corner of the room, he made a mental note to tell one of the staff to come clean it up before Bulma noticed.

Slowly heading towards his bathroom, Vegeta's mind tried to think of anything the other Saiyan could possibly want other than food, fighting, and fucking. The man did not keep many mementos around his house now that his wife had left him. The Four Star dragon ball was the only decoration Kakarot seemed to cherish; everything else in the house was either a remnant of his marriage or something one of his sons had pushed on him. So any sort of trinket was out of the question.

Perhaps if he made a meal for them himself, it would satisfy the requirements of being "romantic." However, between his time being waited on hand and foot as a prince and eating anything he could find as warrior in the planet trade, he hadn't picked up many cooking skills. Even if it was the thought that counted, as Bulma had often claimed, he didn't think he could come up with anything that would truly reflect his feelings. This sad revelation ruled out the food option.

Fighting? That was something he could obviously do with his partner, but they did that almost every day, so what could he possibly do differently today that would make it special? He couldn't even throw the fight and let Kakarot win as a romantic gesture because he usually lost anyway. Frowning in consternation, he cursed his luck as another possibility was crossed off the list.

That left only one thing. Knitting his eyebrows together in deep thought, Vegeta tried to think of something sexual that they hadn't done yet. He was honestly coming up short, with their heightened sex drives combined with years of repressed feelings, they had gone crazy with experimentation—which had unfortunately gotten them kicked off the Capsule Corporation grounds on more than one occasion. They weren't exactly welcome at the Son household when performing those activities either now that he thought about it. So there was not really anything he could do for the younger Saiyan that they hadn't done before; nothing that would set it apart from any of their other sexual romps and therefore be special enough to be considered a present.

Entering his room with a defeated sigh, Vegeta pulled off his gloves and boots setting them aside before he stripped out of his training clothes and threw them in the hamper. Maybe he could just continue to ignore the holiday; surely if he didn't acknowledge its existence than Kakarot would think he just didn't celebrate it. But what if Kakarot had gotten him a present and he had nothing? It was unimportant that he couldn't picture what the other Saiyan could possibly give him; it was enough to know that he would be forever disgraced if he received a present but didn't have one to give.

Turning the water fully to hot, he stepped inside and closed his eyes. He let the spray ease the headache he was developing from thinking about this damn present so hard. It was working quite well until suddenly the water stopped hitting him and there was a loud scream ringing through the enclosed space. Covering his ears, his eyes shot open just in time to see Kakarot attempt to leap out of the shower stall but instead flailing with the curtain and falling over while ripping the material off the hooks that were holding it. The savior of Earth now lay in a soggy, whimpering tangled heap on the floor. Vegeta stared at him for a few seconds before leaning down and pulling the cloth off of his partner's head. The pouting look on Kakarot's face, along with his hair matted to his head in spots and sticking up in others, was so ridiculous that the Prince couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"It serves you right for teleporting wherever you please with no regards to where you're going," Vegeta smirked playfully as Kakarot tried to unwrap the curtain from his soaked body.

"I thought you would be in the gravity room like you usually are at this time! And why do you take such hot showers," Kakarot muttered the last part as he finally got to his feet and threw the bundled material across the room in annoyance. Then it was suddenly like a light went off in that damaged head of his. The larger Saiyan let his eyes rake over Vegeta's exposed, wet body and licked his lips at what he saw.

"But this is definitely a lot better now that I think about it, Vegeta," his voice a little huskier than normal.

The Prince smirked and moved against the back wall of the shower, "If you think you can stand the heat, come on in, Kakarot."

His lover didn't waste time in pulling his soggy gi shirt over the top of his head with a feral grin. Then he gripped the sides of his pants and froze with a panicked expression on his face.

Vegeta stared at him for a few seconds with a raised brow, but when Kakarot made no motion to move he rolled his eyes and turned off the water. "Are you happy now? Hurry up!"

"It's not that, Vegeta," he laughed awkwardly and put a hand behind his head. Taking a step back, he picked up his shirt and patted it thoroughly before the alarm in his eyes returned full force. "S-sorry, I forgot something at home! I'll be back!"

"Kakarot, it can wait, come in here before I get cold," Vegeta huffed, wondering what could possibly be so important at the moment.

"But Vegeta, I need it now!" Kakarot whined while he pressed two fingers to his forehead and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again in agitation. "Goten's not at home!"

"I need it now too, Kakarot. Whatever it is can't be that important if you forgot it," the Prince tried to argue with the anxious man.

"Uh, I'll be right back! I just gotta fly home real quick; you won't even miss me I'll be so fast! Just stay there!" Kakarot yelled over his shoulder as he bolted from the bathroom and his voice echoed through the spacious corridors.

"Idiot." Rolling his eyes, Vegeta turned the shower back on and resumed washing. He still wasn't sure what to do about the present, but the fact that Kakarot had run off to get something instead of pouncing the Prince seemed to a clear indicator that it was important. The only thing that important today had to be a present. The vexed Saiyan finished his shower quickly and exited, stomping on the discarded gi top with a vengeance.

"He just leaves his clothes all over the place," Vegeta snorted, kicking the trampled shirt beside the ruined shower curtain. Glaring at the sopping mess he'd eventually have to explain to the owner of the house, something about the sight of his lover's clothes laying there made a gear move in his head. Now that he had an idea, he wondered if he had enough time before the other Saiyan returned to carry out his plan. Rushing to dry himself and dress, he sought out Bulma's ki in the huge complex. His mood lifted since she seemed to be in her labs and he hurried to find her.

Throwing the doors open once he arrived at the large experimentation room, he saw her mop of blue hair hunched over a table in the corner and was instantly at her side.

"I need you to make me something," he announced, arms crossed and ready for the argument.

"I'm too busy right now to make you something you're just going to end up destroying," Bulma bit out at him. She didn't even bother looking up at him while replying, too accustomed to his frequent outbursts like this.

"It's not for me, so hurry up," Vegeta prodded her, uninterested in whatever contraption she thought was more pressing to work on than his request.

This time the genius scientist did meet his eyes. "Who is it for then?"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the overly sweet smile on her face. "You know damn well who it's for and I need it before he gets back. So hurry your ass up!"

"Ohhhh, you mean it's for Goku, right? It wouldn't happen to have anything to do with today being Valentine's Day would it, hmm?" she asked in a sing-song voice, her smile blossoming into a huge grin.

Snorting, he turned to face the other direction. "It's a present and I need it done now. That's all you need to know."

Bulma laughed and stretched her arms over her head, "Alright, so are you going to tell me what it is that you want so badly?"

His eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance that she had wasted valuable time, but he turned and explained in detail what he wanted for the other Saiyan.

"That's what you want to give him? I'm sure Goku has a more thought out plan than you for once," the scientist questioned him with a raised eyebrow.

"Just because you don't understand it, doesn't mean he won't," Vegeta stated in his defense. Although now that he stopped to think, he wondered if his sometimes obtuse partner would understand. Pushing the doubts aside, he assured himself it was a good gift.

"Okay, just give me a few minutes to make the changes. It shouldn't take long to make." She walked over to a computer screen and started typing furiously on the worn keys.

Walking off so that Kakarot wouldn't appear in the lab and accidentally glimpse his gift before Vegeta was ready to give it to him; the Prince paused at the door and watched his ex-lover work diligently on his design. "Be sure to put it in a capsule when you are finished and I will pick it up before leaving," he instructed. Then as an afterthought, he added "Thank you." However he didn't hang around to see the look of surprised mirth on Bulma's face.

Since his breakfast was cut short, Vegeta decided to wait for Kakarot's return in the kitchen. The matriarch of the household was there, flitting around the room with the same cheery smile that she always wore. Seeing the Prince's presence, she hurried to greet him with a quick peck on the side of his face.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Vegeta! Would you like something to eat or do you already have plans with that sweet hunk of yours?" She gave him a light pinch on the cheek she had just kissed as she asked her embarrassing question.

He felt his face flame at her usual antics, but since she had offered him food her choose to forgive her just as he did all the other times. "Yes." When she stayed in place, he realized that he hadn't properly answered her question and amended it with a small cough. "I am hungry. Kakarot will most likely show up as well."

"Oh I get to feed my two favorite boys on Valentine's Day! I better come up with something special!" Placing her well-manicured hands on both sides of her face with an elated grin, she floated back to the refrigerator and started pulling out a mountain of ingredients.

Sitting back down at the table where all his problems for the day had originated, he briefly wondered what Trunks was doing that could possibly be so great and wonderful today. He was sure whatever it was would be of utterly no interest to him since the teenagers seemed to take more joy in acting like humans than Saiyans. So he turned his thoughts towards the other Saiyan that seemed to revel in his human upbringing. Specifically what could Kakarot have gotten him as a gift?

Continuing to live with the Briefs brought with it the benefit of never wanting for anything—even if all Vegeta ever asked for was food and a place to sleep and train. Much like his lover, he wasn't a man of many possessions. Living under Frieza's rule had stamped that trait out of him years ago. Even the many years he had spent on Earth hadn't been enough to change that aspect of him.

But the smell of cooking food roused him out of his thoughts and he wondered what could be taking Kakarot so long to come back. 'He must have really lost whatever it was that he left to get,' Vegeta thought with a quiet chuckle. Just as he resigned to eating alone, he felt the sudden presence of the other Saiyan next to him and repressed a smile.

"I found it! Oh. You moved," Kakarot's initial optimism faded into a glum realization that the shower sex was canceled. He sat down at the table with a pout.

"Oh, Goku, I'm so glad you made it! The food is almost ready!" Mrs. Briefs called out cheerily, not at all bothered by the sudden arrival of the half-dressed man.

The mention of food cheered the larger Saiyan up immediately, "Great! I can't wait!" he chirped with a big grin, all previous signs of disappointment gone.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at Kakarot's behavior, but it bought him more time for Bulma to complete his gift, so he didn't hold it against his younger partner. "So what was so important for you to find?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"I'll show you after lunch," Kakarot said with a twinkle of merriment in his eyes.

Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms. "You left in such a rush to get it and now you're going to make me wait?"

"Yup!" his lover replied with an infectious smile.

Shaking his head with a small twitch of a grin on his lips, Vegeta decided it was better that way anyway since he wanted to be able to swap gifts at the same time.

"Okay, boys, lunch is ready!" Mrs. Briefs called out as she brought a tray laden with food to the table.

The two Saiyans eyed the food hungrily and then each other before eating with gusto. Trying to maintain his princely reservation while Kakarot inhaled food at an alarming rate was too difficult and soon Vegeta was eating just as rapidly as his companion. They were in the middle of a heated stare down over the last sushi piece as there was someone cleared their throat loudly in the room. Breaking eye contact for two seconds to see Bulma standing in the doorway, Vegeta looked back at the man beside him to see Kakarot happily swallowing the contested food.

Growling in frustration, he turned back to the woman who had cost him such a valued prize.

"What is it?" he asked, hoping there was a good reason she had distracted him.

Bulma rolled her eyes dramatically, "It wouldn't hurt you to be thankful when I finish a favor you asked for at the last minute." She waved a small capsule between her fingers and set it on the table beside Vegeta. "You're welcome by the way," she snorted. "Are you sure you want to give this bastard your present, Goku?"

Whipping his head to stare questioningly at the now nervous Saiyan, Vegeta's eyes narrowed at the way Kakarot shifted under the heavy gaze.

"What does that mean?" he asked, still staring at Kakarot, but actually addressing Bulma. The younger Saiyan laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, clearly trying to come up with some kind of answer. Luckily for him, Bulma beat him to the punch.

"Oh lighten up, Vegeta. You two are supposed to be having a romantic day together today, although I'm not sure what counts as romantic to you two," she sassed her ex with a smirk. Turning to Goku, she gave a wink and a mysterious thumbs up before leaving the kitchen with an innocent whistle.

Now Vegeta was really studying his companion for answers, "What the hell was that about?"

"I think she was telling us to have a good day today!" Kakarot grinned and grabbed Vegeta by the hand. "Come with me so I can give you your gift!"

Vegeta could barely grab the capsule Bulma had left for him before his lover rapidly shot up from the table and practically dragged him out of his chair. He continued to be led through the halls of the complex building until they finally reached the outside and Kakarot took flight, pulling him up into the air before he had a chance to fly under his own volition.

Once he finally had control of his own flight, he tried to pull his hand back; but Kakarot held on firmly, giving him a calming smile as the only response. Vegeta felt his cheeks heat up a little at the sweet expression and he gave the hand holding him a small squeeze. It was supposed to be a romantic holiday after all; he could allow it this once.

At first Vegeta thought they were flying towards Kakarot's house, but they stopped short of that destination and he was tugged to land in a small clearing instead. Once on the ground, he recognized it as the place the two sometimes visited when both of their respective families would banish them from the house for being too noisy. Now that he had an idea why Kakarot brought them here, he turned to leer at the man still holding his hand.

"So this is your secretive present, Kakarot?"

His companion laughed and shook his head. "Not quite, give me a second!" He reached into his pants and pulled out a large capsule. Grinning, he showed it off to Vegeta for a second before clicking the top and tossing it at the edge of the clearing. A second later it popped open to reveal a modest sized house.

Vegeta stared at the house for a moment before turning to Kakarot with a raised eyebrow. "You had a house made just to come out here and fuck in?"

"No!" Kakarot frowned at Vegeta's interpretation of the house. "I got it because well, I wanted to, I mean I wanted you to move in with me." He squeezed tightly on Vegeta's captive hand as he spoke, nervousness dripping off every word. Hesitantly meeting the Prince's gaze, he smiled and waited for a response.

Vegeta's mouth dropped open and he looked between Kakarot and the house, trying to comprehend the whole situation. "You want us to live together out here?" he asked, trying to make sure he hadn't heard the other man wrong.

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense for us to keep living separately and since our families don't want us around sometimes, I thought it'd be better to have our own place," Kakarot answered with a lopsided smile.

"What about your old house and Goten? Trunks will be fine with Bulma, but Goten will be alone," Vegeta pressed, unsure of how well this plan would work.

"We don't have to move in right away if you're unsure. Goten is old enough to take care of himself and Gohan lives next door if he needed anything. Besides he'll need his own space if he and Trunks decided to move in together one day, so they can have my old house." Kakarot pulled him closer, as if to impress on him how much he wanted this to happen.

Vegeta glanced once more at the house and leaned up on his toes to place a soft kiss on his lover's lips. Kakarot melted into it immediately, dropping the Prince's hand to wrap both arms around his smaller frame. Relishing the tender moment for a few more breaths, Vegeta pulled back and smiled at the man holding him so closely. The black eyes that had once looked at him with a burning anger now a held a completely different emotion, yet the intensity remained the same.

"Yes, Kakarot," he whispered with a smirk. "I think it's a good plan. We ca—" He would have said more, but instead found himself being smothered in a tight embrace. As soon as he was able to free himself from suffocating against Kakarot's chest, the breath was taken from his again as a soft pair of lips sealed themselves against his. Trying to protest only opened his mouth for an impatient tongue to make its way inside. Mentally laughing at the exuberance of his partner, Vegeta opened his mouth wider to facilitate the kiss. His tongue slid along Kakarot's as the other Saiyan let out a small whine.

Hands tugged at his tight training top, pulling it up to his shoulders and then squeezing him back against the bare chest of his lover. Vegeta shuddered from the electric shock that ran through him from the skin to skin contact; his own soft grunts joining in the needy chorus that Kakarot had begun. His lover's hands were occupied with tracing the contours and scars of his back, so Vegeta busied his own with untying the sash holding the last of Kakarot's clothing in place. Once undone, the loose fabric fell to the ground and was kicked from around its owner's ankles.

With all that exposed flesh within reach, Vegeta purred against his lover's lips as his hands rubbed at sensitive thighs before sliding backwards to knead a firm ass. A possessive growl was the only warning the Prince got before finding his back suddenly pressed into the cool ground and a hot mouth lapping and sucking at his neck. Restless hands tugged at his clothing further and a few short seconds he was naked and Kakarot's head was between his legs.

As soon as those soft lips wrapped around his hard length, Vegeta let out a long moan of gratitude. Of all the people he had slept with in his life, none compared to the way Kakarot lavished his body with adoration. Every kiss and stroke would make his skin tingle like it was the first time anyone had ever touched him. Kakarot drove him crazy and it wasn't only because of the amazing things he could do with his tongue and well-practiced suction. As he met eyes with the younger Saiyan, he knew there could never be a replacement for Kakarot—even if there were other Saiyans still left in the universe, he would never find anyone who complemented him so perfectly.

Grabbing the sides of Kakarot's face and stopping his movements, Vegeta scooted backwards to where his clothes were lying. Slipping a hand into a pocket, he pulled out the capsule that contained his gift, something telling him that now would be a good time to give it to his lover. He turned to see Kakarot looking at him with a puzzled expression. With a flash of a smile, Vegeta threw the capsule on the ground and it produced a small, simple trunk.

"What's this for?" Kakarot scratched the back of his head as he stared at the chest with a raised eyebrow.

Vegeta lifted the lid and let out a sigh of relief that Bulma seemed to have succeeded in executing his design. Picking up the suit on top, he held it up for Kakarot to see. It was a modified version of his own Saiyan armor, but made to fit looser as his partner preferred, orange with navy trimming at the seams, and the 'Son' symbol emblazoned on the back. There were no chest plates or gloves, but Bulma had included more durable replicas of Kakarot's current boots.

"Is this my present?" The excitable Saiyan chirped, grabbing the suit and turning it over in his hands to raptly inspect it from all angles. He grinned up at Vegeta, and then a small cloud of worry passed over his face as he seemed to rethink something. "But we're still going to have sex first, right? I don't think I can fight like this." His cheeks turned a pale pink and he indicated his still very prominent erection.

Vegeta smirked and knelt in front of his lover, "Of course, Kakarot. But more than that, I had these suits made because I want to fight with you for the rest of our lives. I want you to be my mate."

Kakarot's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped open for a second before he smashed their lips together once more. Then just as suddenly he pulled away and stared at Vegeta with watery eyes.

"You really want all of that, Vegeta?" his voice a little shaky with excitement.

"Everything, Kakarot. With you, I want everything." He pressed himself against the larger man and rolled his hips forward with a friction that brought a moan out of both of them. "And right now I need you, no more interruptions."

He didn't need to say another word as Kakarot scooped him up in strong arms and slung him over a broad shoulder, keeping a hand on his ass to keep him steady. Vegeta blushed slightly at the embarrassing position, but his protest turned into a pleasurable hiss when a finger brushed against his entrance teasingly. Kakarot carried him inside the house, the inside blurring past him as his soon to be mate rushed them to the bedroom. He was thrown atop a large, sturdy-seeming bed while his partner opened a drawer in the small bedside table. Holding up a bottle of lube, the impatient man wasted no time in spreading it generously over his twitching cock.

Once he was taken care of, Kakarot flipped the small Prince over and spread tanned legs to slide two fingers inside the tight rosebud between them. Vegeta grunted and winced a little at the unceremonious entrance, but didn't dare ask his partner to slow down or stop. He had been teased enough already today and wanted his partner inside him as soon as possible.

"You must really want it," Kakarot purred behind him, "you're sucking me in, Vegeta."

"Fuck you," the Prince bit out through clenched teeth, all venom in the statement belied by the moan that followed.

"I'd love that, but right now I need to feel how far my dick can go inside your ass," Kakarot said in an almost unrecognizably husky voice.

Shuddering as the fingers were retracted, he felt the tip of Kakarot's dick against his entrance and he willed himself to relax as the large member sank inside him with a quick shove. His eyes rolled back briefly and he had to bite back a small cry at the way his lover's cock stretched his trembling body. Kakarot stilled briefly for him, but they knew each other's limits well and before Vegeta had to coax him, the younger Saiyan was already moving again.

His hands clenched in the bedcovers as he felt the hard length sliding in and out of him, Vegeta tried to muffle his sounds of pleasure by hiding his head in the crook of his arm. Suddenly there was a hard slap on his ass as Kakarot slammed against his prostate.

"This is our home, Vegeta, you don't have to hold back. Let me hear your sexy voice," Kakarot instructed him with another quick smack of his palm.

The Prince could no longer hold back even if he had wanted to as his lover pulled his hips higher in the air, angling them brush against the sensitive gland with each thrust. His voice sang out with each fluid movement, begging Kakarot for more and more. The rush of ecstasy was driving him mad, overloading his mind and almost causing him to forget his wish.

"Kaka…rot, the mark…please, I'm going to…" he panted out, looking over his shoulder with a begging look.

"I know, just hang on a little longer…I'm almost there too," Kakarot smirked down at him.

Letting out a small groan at how enticing the look was on his lover, Vegeta felt his eyes water as the younger Saiyan picked up the pace. Both of Kakarot's hands were on his slender hips, holding him in place as his whole body trembled at the effort it took to reign himself in.

"Kakarot, fuck…" He wasn't able to manage more than a whisper in his wavering voice.

"Yeah, Vegeta...fuck," Kakarot moaned behind him, clenching fingers into his tanned skin.

Then the exquisite friction between them ceased for a moment as he was suddenly and unceremoniously flipped on his back. Kakarot was over him, close enough for their noses to touch as he pressed inside Vegeta once again. Letting out a whimper as he felt himself being filled again, a hungry mouth sucked at his lower lip, coaxing more sound from him.

"I love you," Kakarot professed as he set a brutal pace, slamming their bodies together in wanton need of completion.

Before Vegeta could return the sentiment, there were teeth in his shoulder, setting fire to his body as they broke through the skin. His mind went blank in pleasure and it was all he could do to return the gesture; his teeth scraped at the base of Kakarot's neck before sinking in. As the taste of his lover's blood flooded his mouth, Vegeta couldn't hold back any longer and gave in the pressure that had been coiling in his body. Not releasing his bite, he screamed into his mate's creamy skin as he came hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. The pain in his shoulder increased as Kakarot bit down harder, thrusting once more deep inside before stilling as his own orgasm followed.

For a few moments they laid there together, both panting as they recovered from the intensity of the moment. Then a weight lifted off him as Kakarot slid to the side and pulled him into a warm embrace.

"I love you," Kakarot repeated himself, running his fingers over Vegeta's flushed cheek.

Vegeta looked into the dark eyes staring lovingly at him and smiled, "I love you, my mate."

Kakarot's eyes watered again before Vegeta tugged at his chin to give him a slow, soft kiss. Their lips melded together in adoring motions, tongues silently communicating how much they needed each other in every aspect of their lives.

Pulling back with a flick of his tongue, Kakarot placed one more small peck against the Prince's lips and then lay back on the bed, finally succumbing to exhaustion from their activities. Vegeta curled close to him, an arm slung over the burly chest as they were content to just lay and rest together for the moment.

"Kakarot?"

"Hmm?" His mate opened an eye and glanced at him.

"Merry Valentine," Vegeta offered, unsure of what the correct greeting was.

Kakarot stared with his mouth silently agape for a moment before a jovial grin spread across his face. "Merry Valentine!" he answered enthusiastically with a small chuckle.

Vegeta felt his cheeks turning red, sure that he had gotten it wrong from the way Kakarot looked at him with mirth. But his lover's expression was so infectious that he didn't care about the small teasing. It was surely the best holiday he had experienced so far and he looked forward to celebrating many more with his chosen mate. Giving Kakarot a small pinch, just so the Saiyan didn't get too cheeky, Vegeta made a mental note to tell Bulma to raise Trunks's allowance.