A/N: This is for the people who waited so long for an update. Please enjoy the ending. :] There is smut, so you've been warned.

Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

Part Four

Goku couldn't fall asleep. In the deepest recesses of his mind he couldn't feel anger toward Vegeta anymore. Not quite. All of his friends knew Goku lacked the human trait that would make him unforgiving. If Goku could even give Frieza a second chance at life, he certainly could find it in himself to forgive the person who held sway over his heart.

He cried a lot when Vegeta left. Part of him wanted Vegeta to apologize, but refuse to leave. That it was so easy for him to just walk out the door hurt Goku in a strange way he couldn't parse.

The absent warmth at Goku's side drove him out of bed. Drowning his sorrow in another tub of ice cream sounded better than staring at the wall until dawn. He dragged himself into the kitchen and flicked the light switch on.

"Hey Dad," a small voice said from the kitchen table. Goten was already halfway through the carton of ice cream. His eyes were downcast.

Goku pulled up a chair and sat next to his son. Before he could open his mouth, Goten passed him a spoon from the kitchen drawer. Goku smiled and scratched the back of his head. "I guess you're having a rough night too."

"Are you mad at me?" Goten blurted out. Vanilla dripped from the edges of his mouth.

Has he just been eating using his face? Goku searched for Goten's own spoon, but saw his son's hands were empty. "I'm not mad at all!" Goku blushed. "I guess you should've picked somewhere more private to do that, though."

Goten looked like he'd been hit. "But you and Vegeta were gone for a long time so we watched a movie and then—"

"It's okay, you don't have to explain yourself to me."

"Thanks," Goten breathed out a heavy sigh. "I'm scared Trunks isn't going to have as easy of a talk with Vegeta later on."

Goku wrinkled his nose. "I won't let Vegeta say a bad word toward him if I can help it." Goten smiled easily at that. Goku looked down into the ice cream carton and hoped Goten wouldn't run away at his next question. "So, uh, are you two…?"

"A couple? Naw. At least, um, I don't think so? It's kind of confusing for me, you know?" Keeping his composure was difficult with the rising blush in his face. He rubbed the back of his head, and Goku became disturbingly aware of how similar they must look to other people. "I always thought I liked girls. When did you know you liked guys, Dad?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know, since you're with Vegeta you must like men."

"Huh…I've never thought much about it."

Goten fell out of his chair. "DAD!"

Goku looked up at the kitchen ceiling with a dumb smile on his face. "Gosh, is that bad?" He rolled the thought around in his head a bit. During Bulma's house party a few months ago he remembered freaking out when speaking to the rest of the guys about being gay. It was scary at the time, but once Vegeta reciprocated his love he rarely thought about what being "gay" meant. So far for him, it just meant being with Vegeta, and that meant just doing what felt natural.

Vegeta was the only other person he knew who really challenged him physically and mentally. It made sense they would end up together in some way. The rest of Goku's friends had turned soft over the years after marriage and having children. Some of them simply enjoyed living peacefully in solitude. It must have been a human thing. Vegeta was the only other one with full Saiyan blood coursing through his veins that stopped him from resting. His passion ignited something inside of Goku he'd never felt for Chi-chi.

But did he also love Vegeta because Vegeta was a man? Goku never experienced lust for his other male friends. Focus on gender and sexuality hadn't captured Goku's imagination like everyone else around him. As a child he couldn't even tell the difference between men and women. So was Vegeta simply an exception?

Ugh…He may not even be with Vegeta after their argument tonight. He cradled his drooping head in his palms.

"Dad, are you okay?" Goten snapped his fingers in front of Goku's face.

"Oh, sorry son!" Goku grinned. "Got lost in my thoughts for a second there."

Goten looked at his father like he had two heads. Obviously those words had never come out of his mouth before. Goku stuck his tongue out. "I'm not as stupid as Vegeta says, you know!"

"I didn't say that!" Goten held up his hands. "I just thought maybe…you could help me figure some of this out?"

"Oh, sure! I'll try." Goku finished the rest of the carton of ice cream. He punted the box in the air and it landed in the trash. "So what's the problem again?"

Goten's shoulders slumped. "I don't know whether or not I like guys, remember?"

"Right. Okay."

"…"

"What?"

"How do I know if I do?"

"Oh!" Goku tapped his fingers on the table. He'd never had a legitimate conversation about sex and attraction with anyone other than Vegeta. And even then, they hadn't been too comprehensive besides speaking with their bodies. Maybe that's why he was going to sleep alone tonight? He shook his head and focused on his son. "Well, do you like Trunks?"

"I think I do, yeah."

"Have you, uh, liked any other guys before?"

"No."

"Hmm. Then maybe it's not that big of a deal?" The words were odd coming out of Goku's mouth. Somewhere inside of himself he didn't really believe it. "I think it could be helpful to talk to Trunks about it too."

"I guess that makes the most sense." Goten leaned back in his chair. "But sometimes I think about how Mom wouldn't be happy if she knew about any of this."

"Yeah, I guess she wouldn't like missing out on having more grandkids." The mention of Chi-chi's name brought a strange calmness over him. "But when I really think about it, I don't think she'd want you to worry."

Goten nodded, slow. Without words they mutually agreed that Chi-chi's ghost had no more ill will toward the Son men.

"Daaad," Goten drawled out slowly. He teetered to and fro in his chair. Immediately Goku could hear his son's pulse quicken. "Do you, uh, feel differently about Vegeta than you did about Mom?"

Goku grimaced. "What do you mean?" Heat rose to his cheeks. This topic was a lot easier a few seconds ago.

"I know you loved Mom. And I know you love Vegeta now. Is being with Vegeta like being with Mom again?"

"Oh, wow son! Um…" Goku giggled nervously. "Well um, it's pretty different."

"Really? How?" The chair Goten balanced on slammed back onto the floor. He leaned closer to Goku. Why was the boy so curious about this aspect of his life? What did it have to do with him? Chi-chi would definitely be pissed to know Goten wanted more intimate details about sweet, pure Goku. He was unsure if he wanted to sully his son's mind with that kind of information.

Goku dug his fingernails into his pajama bottoms. "Vegeta is a man, so uh, he's not really interested in the same things your mother liked to do." There, a perfectly G-rated answer!

"But Vegeta cooks and cleans like Mom did," Goten said matter-of-factly.

"That's true," Goku said.

"Then what's the difference?"

"When you're in a relationship with someone there's more to it than cooking and cleaning!"

"But that's all Mom liked to do."

A twinge of guilt plagued Goku's heart. "She did those things because she loved us, Goten. The way she took care of us was how she expressed her love."

"But you're saying," he said, pointing a finger at Goku, "that's not how Vegeta expresses his love?"

Why was it so goddamned hot in here? Goku felt like he was in a sauna. "Vegeta cleans because he can't stand it otherwise."

"Okay. So how is he different from being with Mom?"

Goku wasn't sure why, but a memory struck him like lightening. Last weekend Goten and Trunks went camping with some school friends. Vegeta declared the two days a "sex holiday". It wasn't much of a holiday by the end—Goku was forced to scrub away incriminating stains from every part of the house where Vegeta had ambushed him. Nope, nothing like those two days had ever happened with Chi-chi. Goku tried to imagine Chi-chi moaning his Saiyan name over and over again. The comparison really fell apart once he realized Chi-chi would never scream about how tight he was…

"Vegeta is much more passionate," Goku said. Goten nodded and waited for Goku to extrapolate. But silence hung in the air between them.

"I don't think I get it, but okay."

Sweat poured down Goku's face. He was relieved Goten was done prodding around. "Now I feel just as confused as you do about this kind of stuff," he said.

"Why is Vegeta gone so late, Dad? I can't sense his ki."

"We got into an argument, but I think things will be fine tomorrow," he lied. He was never good at lying.

Talking with his son must have done the trick for his insomnia. Goku slept peacefully through the night. The quietness of the morning was ruined when his phone vibrated on the nightstand.

Drunk on sleep, he pawed around looking for the phone. It rang for a straight minute before he picked up. "Yello?"

"Good afternoon, Goku!"

He pulled himself up in bed. Shit. He should have looked at the caller ID. "Hey Bulma," he croaked.

"Oh, I hope I didn't wake you! I figured by 11PM you'd be up."

Holy shit, it was past eleven? "Uh, no, I'm totally fine!" Maybe if he pretended to be chipper, she wouldn't poke into his business too much. He thought for a moment about Vegeta and felt his stomach lurch at the possibility he slept at Capsule Corp last night.

"So I was just calling to let you know Vegeta stayed over here last night." Goku assumed she wanted him to process the information for a moment, because she simply inhaled and held her breath after speaking. Instead, he thought about whether or not he should attempt a run to the toilet before puking. "He told me about how upset you were about the car ride."

How could he? Did he go over there to have sex with Bulma? A horrible reality presented itself to Goku where Vegeta got back together with her. Goku felt stupid in thinking Vegeta would go anywhere else when kicked out. "Oh?" he asked with a strange pitch.

"Yes. Goku, I am SO sorry!" Bulma's composure fell apart. "I didn't mean to hold Vegeta's hand. It was just an old habit. I mean, I'm not making up excuses or anything but I don't want to be with him anymore. When you two got together I thought it was the cutest thing in the world and I was so happy and I could tell Vegeta was really happy and that he loved you but he couldn't really say it! Oh, and I think Vegeta is really sorry too! In fact he started crying as soon as he came over here!"

Goku's eyes widened. "Vegeta cried?"

"Okay, he didn't cry, but I could tell he was really upset!"

Goku guffawed deep and long. Bulma tittered on the other side of the line, obviously relieved Goku wasn't yelling just yet. "That's okay, Bulma. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me on purpose." At least I don't think you would.

"Thanks gods," she sighed. "I should have known better than to do that. I totally broke Girl Code!"

"Girl Code?"

"Yes. Anyway," she spat out, going a mile a minute, "I have the perfect idea that will make Vegeta bend to your will."

Goku felt his stomach lurch again. "Uh, that's okay, Bulma—"

"No, not at all." He could tell she thought all of this over before calling. Bulma always functioned at extremes: either she was confident and had the perfect idea for solving a problem, or she was crying on the ground in shambles. "It's something I would do with my other boyfriends that worked like a charm," she said.

What was the name of that movie with the rabbit hole…Goku felt just like that. Like he was falling deeper and deeper toward someplace bad. "I'm scared now."

Bulma giggled. "It's going to be easy, you'll see. Now listen up. If a guy really wants to be with you, he'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, right?"

"Uh, sure?"

"It's true. So all you have to do is test him to see if he's really worthy of your love."

"Test him?" Goku had taken "tests" before on his journeys, but never one in the arena of romance. Well, not ones he passed, anyway.

Bulma sighed. "Just hear me out. I'm going to tell you a list of five different things. It's going to sound weird, but it'll make sense later. Just write it all down."

Goku stuck his tongue out and listened to Bulma's recitation of "The List". Parts of it made him blush. It was all foreign compared to his previous romantic experiences, which were admittedly simple until Vegeta came along. He looked down at what he wrote once Bulma was finished:

1. Reward Yamcha with anal. Afterward, guilt him into going down on me.

2. Make Yamcha train Puar to use the litter box.

3. Make Yamcha delete other girls' numbers from his phone.

4. Make Yamcha cut his hair.

5. Make Yamcha go down on me again. Rinse and repeat!

"Bulma, what does 'go down on' mean?"

"You know, cunnilingus."

"What?"

"All you need to know is that Yamcha hated going down on me. But once I found out he loved anal, I knew I could use that to my advantage. After I went through with my five-step plan, he went down on me all the time. Why? Because he knew I would eventually give him anal if he kept doing nice things for me."

"Why not just do step 1 over and over again? That way you don't have to do all the, uh, weird stuff in numbers two through five."

"Because men love a challenge, duh! I thought you would have realized that by now, Goku." Bulma tsked over the phone. "You have to make a guy think he's putting in a lot of hard work, or else he won't think you're worth suffering for. It's the perfect number of demands. He gets pissed off, but only long enough for him to think it was worth it in the end. Get it?"

"So all those things you asked him to do were really important to you, too?"

"Honestly, they just need to be requests you know he hates doing. Real love is doing things you hate to make someone else happy. Thus making this test of true love a necessity."

Goku startled at that. Is that what love is supposed to be? "I don't know if I can be that mean," he said. He also didn't think the list would work outside of a fairy tale.

"Gokuuuu, you gotta trust me."

Everything about this felt wrong. Could Vegeta be persuaded to humor Goku and do that one thing he always yearned for? Did he really want to trick Vegeta into begrudgingly letting Goku be dominant? That was the one thing he wanted from his lover. Or so he thought...

"Okay, I'll do it. Can you help me write the list, though?"

"Of course. Come over to Capsule Corp. You can even ambush Vegeta and get the first item checked off your list if you want." Going by the sing-song lilt in her voice, Goku felt she assumed it had to be something dirty.

"Vegeta takes what he wants, so I have no idea what else I could give him."

"Oh." Bulma sounded less excited. "Maybe there's something new you think he'd go crazy over?"

An idea popped in Goku's head. Maybe he had a chance.

He was nervous. No, scratch that. He was terrified.

An hour ago he landed at Capsule Corp. Bulma pulled him into her bedroom to talk about his "list". Surely Vegeta sensed his ki and knew he was holed up in Bulma's room. So it couldn't be much of an ambush. But Goku tracked Vegeta's ki moving the short distance from his bedroom to an adjacent room. Bulma told Goku he was probably in the shower and that now was the time to strike!

Currently Goku was inside of Vegeta's bedroom waiting for him to finish his shower. He was "prepared" to say the least. The love seat he rested on squeaked under him as he shifted his weight. He knew Vegeta was aware of his presence. But for whatever reason, he was taking his sweet time in the bathroom. Maybe the jig was up, and all of Goku's girly scheming would have been for naught.

"Kakarot, I will be out in a moment." Goku's brain reeled at hearing his voice. He didn't sound upset. He hoped.

Finally, Vegeta opened the sliding door to the bathroom. Water dripped down his chest and hard stomach in rivulets. A blue toothbrush dangled from the side of his mouth. A fluffy bath towel was slung around his waist. Goku wanted to laugh because he also had the knit cap on. But he keep his gaze from the couch steady.

"Hi Vegeta."

Vegeta spit out the tooth brush and his jaw dropped.

Goku smirked. Maybe this would work after all. The heightened energy from ascending to Super Saiyan was finally making him feel cocky. Speaking of, Vegeta's roaming eyes trailed down to his crotch. Goku palmed the hard bulge between his legs.

Speechless. Goku had rendered Vegeta utterly speechless. This was a first.

"Is something wrong, Vegeta?"

"How-what—?"

"Oh, is this bothering you?" Goku looked down at himself. He ran his forefinger and thumb around the bulge until it created an impressive tent in his pants. He unbuttoned himself and unzipped his fly. Without any underwear in the way, his cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach. Vegeta coughed and looked as if he was about to catch a nosebleed. Goku had never seen him blush so hard!

He threw Vegeta a coy look, then grabbed the base of his dick. "You've never seen it this big before, have you?" He flopped himself around for effect.

Childlike awe filled Vegeta's eyes. "Gods Kakarot, how long have you been hiding that thing?"

"Do you want to touch it?"

Seconds passed. Eventually Vegeta nodded. Gently he tugged on his towel and let it fall to the floor. Goku felt relief at seeing proof Vegeta was happy to see him as well.

Eager, he advanced on Goku but halted when the Super Saiyan growled. "Get on your knees first."

Vegeta frowned at that. It's wasn't like the man hadn't sucked dick before. But doing it under command was surely new territory for him. He looked down at the floor. Goku wondered if he would find an answer there. Never had he ordered Vegeta around during sex, so he assumed the new dynamic was causing Vegeta alarm. Vegeta's eyebrows twitched as he sunk on his knees into the plush carpet. Goku felt as if his gaze was psychically pinning Vegeta to the ground.

"Now crawl over here and put my cock in your mouth."

The small whimper that came out of Vegeta sent a shiver straight down Goku's spine and in-between his legs. A mixture of horror and fascination washed across Vegeta's face. Goku loved how he could almost hear the conflicting thoughts bouncing around inside his love's head. He knew Vegeta wanted to punch his lights out and jump him at the same time. Sure enough, he crawled over to Goku's crotch with his eyes fixated on the large organ. Goku longed to touch the sinewy muscles flexing in Vegeta's arching back.

Calloused fingers wrapped around Goku's member. A tentative lick from the Prince spiraled pleasure through Goku's body. He relaxed into his position on the couch and let his legs fall open wider. Vegeta slid his velvety tongue against Goku's slit, eliciting a moan from the bigger Saiyan. Experimental fingers kneaded Goku's balls while Vegeta took his cock inch-by-inch into his mouth.

All of the attention Vegeta was paying him with his hands and mouth made Goku feel dizzy. Vegeta had never sucked him off like this before. But fuck, was he good at it. The Prince's tongue was treating his cock like a precious treasure, what with how thorough he was being in licking the length of every vein. Sometimes Vegeta alternated between licking and slowly pumping Goku with tight, but languid thrusts. It drove Goku into a frenzy having his foreskin pumped up and down his tip. Goku's bravado slipped away from him and he groaned; instinctively he lifted his hips off the couch.

"Take all of it," Goku gasped. He tugged on the back of Vegeta's head and thrust up into his warm mouth until his balls were flush to Vegeta's lips. Up for the challenge, Vegeta bobbed his head and continued to deep-throat Goku's wondrous dick over and over again. The muscles in Goku's arms and back spasmed as he moaned.

"Mmm, Kakarot," Vegeta hummed.

Goku kept his grip on Vegeta's head and continued to face-fuck him. "How is it?"

"Amazing," Vegeta sighed, voice still muffled. Drool pooled from the corners of his mouth and he bobbed his head even faster than Goku was pushing him.

If Goku let this continue, he was going to cum all over Vegeta. The image of Vegeta drenched in Goku's seed turned him on beyond belief; for a second he considered yanking him off his dick and coating him then and there. But Goku had to stay focused and remember he had a long-term goal in mind. With every ounce of his being, he hoped he was persuasive enough to sway Vegeta's feelings about what was about to happen next. Unlike Bulma, he didn't believe straight-out trying to guilt Vegeta would work at all. But maybe after getting him all worked up first…

Goku held his breath and hoped his voice still held authority. "Stop. Get on the bed and spread your legs." After all this sucking and jerking off, he was a bit hoarse. But he still had so much more to get out of Vegeta.

Apprehension washed all of the pleasure from Vegeta's face. He dropped Goku's cock from his mouth. "Huh?" he asked, still dazed from the blow job.

"Just do it," Goku growled. Vegeta hesitated before crawling on the bed and laying on his back.

"Get on your stomach," Goku said. Vegeta genuinely looked scared now. Goku didn't waste any time ripping his own shirt and pants off. He walked toward the bed, feeling his golden hair ripple with his aura. Vegeta looked up at him in awe.

"Do it!" Goku yelled. Vegeta obeyed and rolled over. Suddenly the kindness inside of Goku swelled, and an apology almost spilled from his lips. Goku pushed the urge away and busied his hands with spreading Vegeta's legs even farther apart. Don't worry Vegeta, I'm not going to hurt you.

Without warning he dived in, and licked a clear line from Vegeta's hole up to his crack. Pillows rustled on the bed as Vegeta dug into them for dear life. "Fuck, Kakarot!"

Goku spread both his ass cheeks and squeezed them until Vegeta moaned. Ooh…he'd always wanted to do this. Vegeta's pride was always in the way of him receiving this kind of pleasure. Goku swirled his tongue against the puckered skin and really savored how different Vegeta tasted here. He could even taste whatever shower gel Vegeta used. Vegeta rutted backwards against Goku's mouth, his body aching for deeper touches.

"Maybe I should stop if you can't handle this," Goku said. He didn't want to stop, not in a million years. But he had to push Vegeta to the point where he really wanted this no matter what.

A small whine came out of Vegeta. "No…please don't…"

"Why not?"

"I've never felt this way before," Vegeta said in a rush. The inflection in his voice was higher-pitched than usual. He must be pretty surprised he's liking this! Goku thought. Even his thighs were quivering badly enough for Goku to feel sympathy for him.

This time, Goku pressed his tongue with enough pressure to enter him. He watched Vegeta claw a stripe into the bedsheets because he was worked up so bad. Gently he thrust his tongue in and out of his hole until Vegeta was loud enough to wake the dead.

Now Goku was ready for the kill. He felt brave when he said, "Pretend my dick is inside of you."

Vegeta only tensed up a little. Goku sunk his middle finger into his asshole until it reached the knuckle. Vegeta gasped at the sensation. "Oh…"

Delighted by the noise, Goku pulled his finger out and thrust two fingers inside. The way Vegeta's skin opened and tightened to adjust to his hand sent pleasure straight to his groin. Vegeta was hot and wet with the spit mixed in, and Goku could only imagine how good he'd feel with his cock in there. He was going to cum soon if he kept ruminating on what could happen. He pulled his fingers in and out, stretching the skin and easing the tension in Vegeta's body. Vegeta moaned low and deep into the pillow.

"Do you think my cock would feel good inside of you?" Goku asked. He curled his fingers around a bundle of nerves that made Vegeta spasm against the bed.

"Ah!" Vegeta gasped and licked his lips. He was panting now. "You're making me reconsider."

"Oh?" Goku said. He added a third finger and thrust them in and out while licking the muscled hole again. Vegeta cursed below him and fucked the mattress in desperation. Goku matched his thrusting fingers with Vegeta's rhythm, occasionally twisting his fingers again.

Vegeta arched his back with the change in pressure, and moaned. "Gods, don't stop, Kakarot."

He was lost to the pleasure now. Whatever remaining sense of pride or reticence was being fucked out of him with only three fingers. "You're so tight, Vegeta. I don't even think I could fit in there," Goku sighed. Vegeta whimpered at that. "I never knew you wanted me to fuck you this bad."

"Fuck," Vegeta's voice was hoarse. All the fight in him had drained away and all that remained was exposed lust and need. But could Goku make Vegeta need him even more than before?

Goku pulled his fingers out. He climbed onto the bed next to Vegeta, and laid on his back. "Come sit on my face," he commanded.

Vegeta pulled his quivering body up and crawled over Goku. Goku grunted. He needed Vegeta facing the opposite direction, so he forced him to spin around. Vegeta lowered himself onto Goku's face. Easily Goku held Vegeta up by the hips so that he hovered in the air while his knees rested against either side of Goku's chest. He lowered Vegeta down slow, until his face was buried in his ass. He licked ferociously and used both of his hands to jerk Vegeta off.

Vegeta was screaming at this point. "Please," was all he could get out between pants. "Please, Kakarot!"

"Please what?" Goku was going to push him to the limits until he said exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Fuck me," Vegeta said in a faint whisper.

Goku gasped. All reason went out the window. He pushed Vegeta off his face and forced him down onto all fours. He took his cock and thrust once to bury himself to the hilt inside of Vegeta. Below him Vegeta wailed, and immediately shot cum all over the sheets.

Temporary sanity broke through the fog of lust in Goku's brain. He didn't want Vegeta to have everything just yet. He pulled his dick out, ignoring Vegeta's groans of protest at never getting truly pounded. He jerked himself until his pleasure peaked, and cum sprayed onto Vegeta's back. He could see Vegeta's fists twist into the sheets as he rode out his last wave of pleasure.

Goku collapsed on the bed. He powered down and his blond locks returned to black. Sweaty, he pulled himself closer to Vegeta so they were staring into each other's eyes.

Goku could say for the first time in their relationship, he felt smug. But his victory was short-lived when he noticed Vegeta's hat had fallen off. "Oh, look, Vegeta! Your hair!"

Vegeta mumbled. "Now isn't a good time to make fun of me."

Goku lifted his hand and slid his fingers through the short spiky hair on Vegeta's head. "It's growing back!"