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Everybody Loves Goku!
Part Nine
The next few hours were a blur. Goku remembered Bulma washing his clothes while he showered, and doing the same for what little luggage Goten brought with him. But Trunks insisted that Goten wear some of his clothes before they went out to eat. Bulma also gave Goku the classiest looking Capsule Corp jeans and shirt she could find, and told him it was a shame he couldn't fit any of Vegeta's clothes. After putting on his new gear, Bulma handed him a new Capsule Corp jacket, bringing back memories of how it was destroyed a month back.
And Vegeta...
Goku couldn't stand to be around him. Not that he was angry at the Prince, but everything that happened since last night threw him for a loop. Vegeta cuddling with him, and Goten coming back were all events he didn't expect would happen in one day. He was excited and confused at the same time.
And Vegeta was being so weird. After their little talk last night, he was being…nice? No, something else entirely. Something Goku couldn't put his finger on.
He sat on the edge of Vegeta's bed, putting on a pair of shoes he found in the closet, delighted with the fact that they fit. Vegeta walked into the room, and Goku saw that he was fully dressed. He wore a pair of jeans and a thin green jacket.
"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku waved, and held a foot into the air. "Look, we wear the same size shoes!"
Vegeta just stood there. A moment passed. Slowly, he pushed the door closed. He leaned against it and smirked. "Hello, Kakarot." He stuffed his hands into his pant pockets.
Goku gulped. "Um, why did you close the door?"
"For privacy."
Goku blinked. "We need privacy?"
"Yes."
Goku felt incredibly nervous. Like something bad was going to happen. But it couldn't with only him and Vegeta in the room. "What are we going to do that needs privacy?"
"Anything and everything."
Okay, now I'm really confused. "What do you mean by that, Vegeta?" But Vegeta was walking toward him now, Goku trapped between the bed and the door.
"HEY, DAD!" Goten was yelling from somewhere down the hallway. "Are you ready to go?!"
"Fuckin' bullshit!" Vegeta cursed under his breath. He turned around on his heel, and flung the door open. "We are not ready yet!"
Goten and Trunks bounced through the doorway. "Hey, I'm ready to eat," Trunks said softly, noticing how pissed his father looked. Goten looked equally as worried. Goku noticed his son had cleaned up well: Trunks' clothes looked natural on him.
"Oh! I'm ready to go!" Goku got up off the bed, chipper. "You ready, Vegeta?
"Fuck. Whatever!" He crossed his arms and began to pout.
What's his problem? Goku walked out of the room and followed the teenagers down the stairs, right out of Capsule Corp. Once they were at the front entrance, Trunks came to a halt.
"How about we go there with a bit of class?" Trunks smiled and headed off to the side of the building. "I've still got keys to the company car."
Augh. Cars. All of them piled into the small vehicle. Goten sat in the front passenger seat, leaving both Goku and Vegeta in the back. Goku felt cramped in his seat, and noticed that Vegeta also looked uncomfortable. Vehicles were one of the many things Goku couldn't figure out. He ran a hand across the upholstery, admiring its leathery texture.
"Dad, were you the last to drive this?" Trunks asked, turning on the ignition. Vegeta make a strange yelp, as if suddenly remembering something. Goku watched Trunks meddle with the CD player, and Vegeta reached his hand forward as if to stop him.
The engine sprung to life, and the car was filled with the sound of heavy rap, loud enough to make all of the windows shake due to heavy bass. Goku burst out laughing. "I forgot you liked this stuff, Vegeta!"
"Dad, is this my CD?!" Trunks screamed over the music. Goten turned around in his seat and stared at Goku, horror-struck.
"Turn it off!" Vegeta yelled. He was red in the face.
"This," Trunks yelled back, pointing his finger at the CD player interface, "is some good shit!"
"TURN IT OFF!" Vegeta roared.
Laughing, Trunks turned off the CD and grinned back at his father. "Dad, if I had known all this time you liked—"
"I swear on my life," Vegeta said, pointing his finger at everyone in the car, "if I hear word about this beyond this second in time, I will kill each and every one of you."
Trunks gulped. "Yes, Father." He pulled out of the driveway. Everyone in the car remained silent. Goku rubbed his cramped knees, avoiding any eye contact with Vegeta. This outing is going to be interesting.
Moving at a pace that seemed painfully slow, they rode through the streets until Trunks pulled into the restaurant parking lot. After stepping out of the car, Goku stretched, glad to be out of the confined space. When Trunks got out of the driver's seat, he popped up the collar of his jacket and smoothed down the front of his shirt beneath it.
Vegeta walked up to him and popped his collar back down. "Don't you do that ever again. It makes you look like an asshole."
"Hey, do you guys mind if I talk with Dad for a minute?" Goten asked. Trunks nodded and headed inside of the restaurant with Vegeta.
"What is it, Goten?" Goku placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Dad, I want to apologize for not coming home." He pulled Goku into a hug.
"You already did, son." Goku buried his face in Goten's hair. "But you're coming home now."
"Dad..."
Goku pushed him away and looked into his face. "Aren't you coming home?"
"I don't think I can. Not now."
"Why not?"
"Come on Dad, don't give me the puppy-dog eyes."
Damn! "Sorry."
"I've been thinking about it some more, and I decided I should go back." His eyes began to dart. "Like Bulma said I should."
Solemn, Goku rubbed his hand through Goten's hair. "And then you'll come back?"
"I think so," he said softly. "But like I said before, I loved her a lot. I mean, I still do… "
He sounds so uncertain. "Oh, Goten. You've changed since you left."
"You have too, Dad." Goten tilted his head. "You seem different somehow."
If he only knew all that's happened! I wonder if Gohan told him about the party? "I hope I've changed for the better!" He rubbed Goten's cheek. Goten cringed, annoyed at looking like a small child. "Goten, you know how I wasn't there for you when you were growing up?"
"What are you talking about? You were there—"
"No. I was gone for seven years. I thought it was a good idea, you know." Goku gazed off at the entrance of the restaurant. He noticed a family walk in with a small child. "But I missed out on you growing up. I...I've regretted doing that for a very long time. Longer than you'll ever know."
"Dad, don't."
"No. Listen. I want you to know that I'm never going to leave like that ever again." He leaned down and stared Goten in the face. "Not if I get the greatest training opportunity in the universe, and not even if I die. I'll come right back for you." It's taken me so long to say that and mean it.
Goten buried his face in Goku's jacket. Goku held him for a long time, ignoring the stares from people driving up into the parking lot.
"There's…another reason I'm not ready to come back home." Goten's voice was muffled in his father's chest. He pulled away, and Goku saw that his face was wet. "But it's a bit silly."
"Nothing you say will be silly to me."
"It's kind of creepy there," he said, wiping his face off. His eyes started to dart again, as if he were afraid someone was listening in on the conversation. "I used to see things."
"Er, what? Creepy?" Goku remembered being in the bathroom, rolling over, and…and what? "What do you mean, Goten? What did you see?"
"Kakarot!" Vegeta stepped out of the restaurant entrance and yelled at Goku and Goten. Several people gave him scathing looks. "What's taking so long?"
He squeezed Goten's hand in assurance. "Don't worry! I'll try to take care of everything. We can talk about it later, okay?"
"Right. Yeah."
They walked through the front doors. Trunks was negotiating with a server to get a good booth seat. Surprised by the new thought, Goku noticed how much confidence Trunks had in doing everything. Even the way he acted toward Vegeta showed how much he changed from when he was a young boy deathly afraid of his father's anger.
"Yes. There are only four of us." Trunks glanced over his shoulder, and gave a thumbs-up for his success. They all walked past the waiting area, Goku aware of the usual stares he got when he went out into public. But this time, women of all ages were staring at all of them. A girl who looked maybe ten or eleven had sparkles in her eyes as she watched Trunks and Goten stride across the room.
"I got us a window seat," Trunks said. The restaurant was dimly lit except for the windows lining the east wall; even then, most of the light in the room was muted by the heavy drapes over each pane. I hope we don't bring too much attention to ourselves. Goku let Goten slide into the booth before sitting down beside him. Trunks sat across from Goten, and Vegeta across from Goku.
"Welcome to Marisa's!" A waitress came to their table, smiling. She was brunette, and had her hair slicked back into a bun. She withdrew a notepad from her apron. "What can I get for you all to drink?"
"Give us the strongest stuff in the house!" Trunks bashed his fist into the table to emphasize his point.
"Shut-up, boy," Vegeta said. "You're not even eighteen yet. You graduate high school, and now you think you run a bunch of shit."
Trunks blushed. "I'll have a Sprite."
"Me too," Goten said, giggling.
"Water," Goku said, avoiding the piercing look the waitress was giving him. He busied himself with the menu on the table.
"I want three glasses of Pinot Noir," Vegeta said.
The waitress stuttered. "All—all at one time, sir?"
"Yes."
"Do you want water with that?"
"No."
"Um, alright." She wrote on her notepad and stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth. "Two Sprites...a water...and three glasses of our red wine. Right. I'll be right back!" She walked off.
"Dad, if you were going to get three glasses, why didn't you just order a whole bottle?"
"I have no intention of getting drunk." He glanced over at Goku.
Oh, man. Goku hid his face behind the menu in his hand.
"Oh, Dad," Goten looked up from his own menu. "I meant to ask you this earlier. Why were you in bed with Vegeta?"
"What!" Both Goku and Vegeta yelled at the same time.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Trunks asked.
"When I came over this morning and went upstairs, they were in bed together."
Ohmigosh. Goku sunk in the seat. He didn't think this would become dinner conversation.
Vegeta rubbed his forehead. "You talk too much."
"But—"
The waitress came back over with the drinks on a platter. Placing them in front of each appropriate person, she grinned, proud of herself. "Are you all ready to order, or do you still need some time?"
"You know, the entire menu looks really good," Goku said quickly, hoping to bring the conversation away from the topic of sleeping with Vegeta.
"Yeah." Goten tapped the menu. "Can we just have one of everything?"
The waitress blinked. "One...of...everything?"
"Yes," Vegeta said. "That sounds like a good idea."
"But...but that would cost over a thousand dollars."
"That is a non-issue." Vegeta closed his menu. "Just take the order and get it done."
"Ri—right." She wandered off in a daze.
Trunks opened his mouth, and saw Vegeta give him a warning look. "Uh, why don't you tell me all about what's been going on, Goten?"
Goku exhaled in relief. Goten gave Trunks details about his life ever since he left, including how he rented out a dingy apartment with his girlfriend. Goku listened, mostly glad to have the attention brought away from himself. He became more comfortable in the setting—until something brushed up against his leg.
"Ah!" He jumped. Looking across the table, he saw Vegeta with a huge smirk on his face. The weird sensation came to him again, and Goku realized Vegeta was trying to play footsie with him under the table.
"Dad, why are you blushing?" Goten asked, interrupting Trunks mid-sentence.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" He pulled the menu in front of his face again.
"Why are you looking at the menu, Kakarot?" Vegeta said teasingly. "We already made our order."
What is he trying to pull?! Gulping, Goku dropped the menu and focused on calming down. But he felt Vegeta rub further up the length of his leg. Helpless, he squirmed in his seat.
"Kakarot."
Goku's mouth went dry. "Huh?"
"You look like you could get some fresh air." Vegeta got up from the table and pulled at Goku's wrist. "Come with me."
"Oh. Okay!" His voice cracked, and both Trunks and Goten eyed him oddly. Goku let himself be pulled to a door in the back of the restaurant. It led out onto a veranda where several empty tables were set. Vegeta leaned against the outer brick wall of the building, away from the view of anyone who may be looking out the door. Goku stood to the left of him, and leaned as well.
"Vegeta, why were you—"
"Hush." Vegeta stared off past the veranda into a large flower bed that sat a few feet below the metal railing enclosing the area.
The same feeling Goku had earlier—when in the room with Vegeta—came back at full force. Why is he being so weird?
The wind whipped at Vegeta's hair. Remaining silent, Goku stared up at the floating clouds in hopes Vegeta would talk soon.
"I…" Vegeta placed both hands on his hips and shook his head, as if thinking over what to say next. Finally he turned his head and gave Goku the most innocent look he could muster. With all the honesty in the world, he said, "I want to apologize. For two things."
"What?" Goku froze. Vegeta apologizing? Vegeta moved from his position on the wall, and took a solid stance in front of Goku. Nervous, Goku stepped back, only to run into brick wall. "Apologize for what?"
Vegeta stepped closer, both their chests now touching. "I am sorry I ever slapped you." He grabbed both sides of Goku's face and kissed him.
Goku banged his head against the wall due to the force of Vegeta's mouth. His mind reeled. Wha… He wrapped his arms around Vegeta's waist and pulled him close. The same Vegeta that wanted him dead long ago was kissing him. Willingly. Feeling dizzy on his feet, Goku rested his weight against the wall, and basked in the feeling of Vegeta pushing his tongue deeper into his mouth.
Abrupt, he pulled away from Goku's face to breathe. He rubbed his right thumb across Goku's cheek, tender. "Gods, I love kissing you." He pressed his lips harder against Goku, and let his fingers roam from shoulders to neck. He worked his way up to Goku's hair, and ran lines through his scalp. Clinging to Goku as if he were a lifeline, he began to grind his hips hard.
Oh, my Gods...Goku moaned out loud and grabbed onto the back of Vegeta's jacket, feeling as if he'd collapse if he didn't hang on. Vegeta had him crushed against the wall with how hard he was rocking against him. He felt his right leg be pulled up and used as leverage, Vegeta pressing harder into his pelvic bone. Automatic, Goku wrapped his dangling thigh around Vegeta's waist, and rubbed his groin against Vegeta in return, working himself into frenzy.
Vegeta attacked his neck with kisses, pushing down his shirt collar to suck on sensitive skin. Goku bucked against him. "Vegetaa..."
He brought his head up again, and Goku noticed his mouth was wet. "The other thing I want to apologize for," Vegeta breathed through heavy pants, "is how you will feel tonight."
"What?" Goku moaned in a blissful daze. Rhythmic, they continued to thrust against each other.
"I'm going to fuck you, Kakarot. I'm going to do it so hard, you won't be walking right for days."
Goku clenched his eyes shut, and swore he could feel all of the blood rushing out of his head. Feeling Vegeta's length straining against the fabric of his jeans, he finally got a notion of how Vegeta's plans could be possible. It dawned in his mind like a grand revelation, and he was terrified and ecstatic at the same time. He felt a warm hand slip beneath the waist of his pants; Vegeta grabbed him and began to stroke furiously, muffling his yells with hard kisses on to the mouth.
"Vegeta, I'm going to...ah..." Goku arched his back off the wall, trying to regain any sense of sanity in his mind.
"AHEM."
Vegeta pulled away from Goku and turned his head to the side. After the clouds in the air stopped spinning in his mind, Goku gazed in the same direction. Standing a few feet away was a waiter, a man maybe in his late forties. He looked horrified.
"Uh," Goku said weakly. He looked down at himself and saw that Vegeta's hand was still in his pants. "Hi?"
"Sirs," he said, emphasizing the plural, "I cannot have you on the premises committing despicable acts such as this."
"Then don't watch," Vegeta said.
Goku began to whine. "We should…wait, Vegeta." As much as he hated saying it, he really didn't want to make a huge scene, especially with both their sons there. Growling, Vegeta pulled his hand out from Goku's pants, and freed his other hand of Goku's raised leg.
"Thank you." The man walked back through the exit door, holding it open. Goku followed Vegeta back to their original seats.
Fuck. Fucking HELL. The universe doesn't want me to have sex today, does it?
Goten looked bewildered. "Where did you guys exactly go?!"
"Huh?" Goku asked. Look at him. He looks ravished. If I had my way—
"You both look like you ran around the block a few times."
"Shut-up," Vegeta said. He drank down a glass of his wine in one gulp. He leaned back in the booth seat, ignoring the stare Trunks was giving him.
"Hey, guys." The waitress from earlier arrived. Her bun had fallen down. "I have everything ready!" Dozens of plates were piled onto the table. After putting as many dishes in front of the Saiyans that could fit, the rest were left on a several small folding tables that had been propped up by another waiter.
"Oh, this looks heavenly," Trunks said, digging into a plate of lobster and shrimp. Vegeta watched Goku shovel food into his mouth endlessly, eyes downcast.
Dammit. We need to get out of here. Vegeta drank the rest of wine, and tried to look nondescript while eating a few bowls of soup.
"Oh, I'm really full!" Goku said loudly, dropping his fork. Panicked, he pushed his plate away. "Anyway, I have something really important to do, uh, back at Capsule Corp?" He looked at Vegeta for approval.
Way to be subtle. Nevertheless, Vegeta nodded.
"What?" Trunks raised a brow, catching on more than Goten.
Vegeta smirked and stood up from the table. "I have to run off as well." He dug his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a card. "Trunks, charge all of the food on this. And if you can, take Goten out tonight. Do whatever you want, and come back as late as you want."
"But—Dad?" Goten looked to his left, and saw that Goku was ready to jump out of the seat.
"Come by later, okay?" He rubbed the top of Goten's head, quickly. "I don't want you leaving just yet. Maybe you can come home for a few nights?"
Goten looked horrified at the notion. But he didn't say anything else.
"Can't you two stay a little bit longer?" Trunks asked.
"No. We can't wait." Goku finally got up from the table, shaking. "What we have to do right now is really, really important."
Trunks crossed his arm. "Now hold on a second—"
"See ya!" Goku squeaked, pushing Vegeta into motion in front of him. Both of them dashed out of the restaurant. People entering from the front shot them dirty looks. Vegeta watched Goku sprint across the parking lot, and he followed, jacket billowing in the wind.
"Kakarot!"
"What?!" Goku spun around.
"Are we going to run the whole way back?!"
Goku opened his mouth wide. "Oh!"He grabbed onto Vegeta's arm, and pressed two fingers to his forehead. A second later, they appeared in the main lobby at Capsule Corp.
"Your aim was way off."
"S-sorry." Goku looked terrified, his eyes roaming the high-ceiling room, looking for intruders. "Do you know if Bulma—?"
"She's probably in the lab. So come." Vegeta grasped onto Goku's jacket sleeve and pulled him through the building until they came to the familiar staircase leading up to bedrooms. Impatient and burning up everywhere, he ran up the stairs, the sound of Goku panting filling his ears.
He figured they looked ridiculous running like energized kids, but he was too thrilled to care. Soon they were in a hallway. Vegeta flung open the door to his room and pulled Goku in, as if he didn't have enough sense to simply walk in. Goku stumbled further toward the bed, back turned to Vegeta. He straightened his composure and became still.
"Vegeta…" He swayed on his feet. Shit, is he about to faint? Instead, Goku turned around, slowly, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Don't worry, Kakarot." Vegeta pushed the door closed. "I will try to keep your jacket intact this time."
