AN:

...I'm working on it.

And before you think everything is hunky dory...just...think again.


Chapter 9: My lips on yours

The tub was becoming a familiar fixture in his life.

It wasn't a tub Vegeta was familiar with quite yet. He knew it was massive, well suited for the equally massive bathroom that it sat in one of the corners of, holding an immense amount of water within its depths. It could have been a small pond for some water fowl, but he sincerely thought that this would just become a bowl of unappetizing duck soup from the heat alone. The oils mixed within these waters wouldn't have made for good eating either. They were made for soothing the soul and settling the mind. Each of the oils had a purpose, and mixed together becoming the mission of smelling like whatever safe haven could smell heavenly. Vegeta was sorely tempted to just sink into the waters and drift for an untold time. The hands currently washing his back wouldn't let him do that. They both knew that he would simply fall asleep and drown from his obvious exhaustion.

He had every right to be exhausted.

Vegeta waited a heartbeat after the water was dumped over his head to risk looking over his shoulder. The body behind him, inches away and on his knees in the water, wasn't too busy in his task of grooming to look down at him from above. Red and gold rimmed irises were dilated in pleasure, pleased at the relaxed nature of his submissive as he allowed himself to be groomed without fuss. Vegeta couldn't try even if he wanted. The fight within him was more than gone right now. He didn't even remember was it was like to resist.

It had a lot to do with this boneless feeling he had in his body.

"Are you feeling better?"

And the sweet sting nestled between his cheeks. "Yes…"

"Good."

Goku easily sank back into the water and brought Vegeta to rest flush against him. Vegeta went without fuss, too complacent to complain about the heat of their bodies mingling in a way that should have made him uncomfortable. His head fell sideways, his nose buried against the wet skin of his Alpha rumbling quietly in his amusement. He could understand why. This wasn't the typical behavior expected from the prince of their once proud race.

This was the behavior of a well fucked saiyan who didn't realize that some lumbering behemoths were more than talk when it came to the bedroom.

He hadn't been this sated…ever. Not once. Not even at his own hand. His heats had always ended with him keening for something more, leaving him feeling bereft and robbed of something he couldn't quite see the ends of. That missing feeling could be assumed to be a body for him to curl up against, but he wasn't longing for that type of company. Bodies were readily available and willing to curl up after a good round of messing around. He'd had his share of bodies. They were too warm, too messy, or too clingy, or a mix of the three. Bodies had no tact. They were ridiculously giddy or too out of it to know their boundaries, and more often than not they left him to wonder why in the hell they thought it was customary to sleep on his back. Of course there were those bodies that were quick to deny themselves that joy, rolling out of the bed and jerking on their pants so fast it was as if they hadn't done a thing at all. Those bodies were amusing, but he never thought much of them or their fleeing backs. None of those bodies, not one, had done the job of keeping him so sated that he had to be dragged—carried really—into the bathroom for a bath.

He could break it down into many reasons why—inexperience being at the top of the list on their part—but a good bit of it had to do with what would/could happen if he was caught by a male during the wrong time. It had almost happened once, an encounter that had been fueled with a drink or seven, but he wasn't gone enough to let the inner omega within him overrule the common sense of why it was a bad idea. A lot had fueled that excursion, and it was around that time he decided it was better that he keep to himself and mind himself.

Fat lot of good that did.

Regardless of the past and his inability to reach nirvana, he was in it now and unwilling to simply let it escape him. This feeling…it was settled in his bones and singing songs of praise that allowed him to easily be maneuvered to rest in Goku's lap. He would have snored if he wasn't trying to keep himself awake to make sure this wasn't some torturous dream. Well, that and the soft probe of careful fingers searching for any type of injury to his nether regions. There was no injury to be had aside the light sting of over usage at his own insistence. He grimaced as he was forced to move his legs a little wider, the sore appendages unwilling to do more than necessary. His reward was a firmer touch, soothing more so than stimulating, not that it would have escalated to another level either way. Vegeta was worn out, yes, but he was pretty sure that Goku was just as tired.

Maybe.

He stiffened and immediately relaxed against the finger sliding into the slick warmth of his female genitalia. It wasn't more than a gentle way to taper off the remaining heat aches that would come when he least wanted. It was slightly swollen and still rather sensitive, but the blunt finger gently stroking his inner walls felt good in a soothing way. It was as if the Alpha was willing that piece of him to calm down, to keep him off of that frantic edge that had him ass up not even an hour ago and wailing…obscene things…into the bed as Goku took care of his needs.

Goku had stated that he wasn't going to fuck Vegeta, or rather, Vegeta had surmised it. Announced it. Fully expected it. He was right…halfway. Goku didn't fuck him.

Not "that" part of him anyhow.

That part had been licked, sucked, teased, and devoured until Vegeta couldn't see straight, and even when he was looking up into the double vision of white pleasure with Goku's face looking down at him, he couldn't quite bring himself to hate that smile, or hate how carefully Goku had rolled him over to gently undo him from the inside out. He took his sweet time memorizing all of Vegeta's spots, even ones he didn't know that would make him scream—that behind the knee thing totally shocked the hell out of him—working him up into a crescendo that would come to a head but never shove him over that edge. He'd cursed, demanding satisfaction, but Goku would back off and start again…and again…and again….

Vegeta sleepily mouthed the thumb wiping at his kiss bruised lips. He was too tired to blush, too tired to get up and scream at himself, and too tired to feel self-conscious about the last three days. Goku had gone out of his way to work Vegeta into this groaning mess of a being that was nearly sobbing with want. He had been laid open, spread out before Goku gently licking his way in, fingers dancing on his prostate and sitting on the ends of his sanity. He wouldn't go any faster, wouldn't add and pressure than the gentle but infuriating dance he'd come up with between his tongue and fingers, and Vegeta, for the life of him, wanted his heart to stop beating so damn hard against his chest. His cock was on his stomach red and angry, untouched and leaking hotly on his overheated skin. He was trembling, shaking from his bones, wanting to scream but unable to and frustrated past coherency. He was going to die like this.

The omega in him shoved him to do what he needed. It came flying out of nowhere, an instinct that normally he would have rebelled against. He gritted his teeth for a second, but that desire to resist left him and he became this boneless mass that simply let the Alpha below him do what he wanted. The moment his body molded itself into the bed, Goku's soft chuff against him with the word "Finally" slipping from him was the last thing he registered for a solid half hour.

When he woke up the first time, he was sure he was going to die. When he woke up the second time, flush against that broad chest and filled to the brim with that massive cock sunken into the depths of his backside and still hard as steel, he thought he had died.

Goku took pleasure in making sure he kept thinking that.

It made his heart do something funny each time he was wrung out and shivering wrapped in Goku's arms. Most people would shove away from the heat of mingled bodies and lay out wherever they were to catch their breath and more than likely do it again. Maybe. It wasn't like that for them, which was weird. Vegeta had immediately thought that once Goku had his fill he would roll over and snore like the best of them. How in the hell was he to know that the overgrown male was anything but the typical male? He'd been more than surprised when Goku didn't get off of him. He had pressed himself deeper and mouthed that mark on Vegeta's neck muttering softly. The words didn't quite make sense, not at first, but that didn't matter much. Goku's arms would slip around Vegeta and they would ground him, forcing him back down into a tolerable coherency. They would lie there, saying nothing, just breathing…and Vegeta would find himself lost in the gentle caress of fingers on his shoulders, or in the way Goku's eyes demanded his attention, light touches on his face and lips until one of them surged forward and started the fire anew.

It was hard to describe, not that he would ever try. Anyone asking him about this—feelings—would get punched in the throat. Feelings were messy. Feelings got people in trouble. No, he was not thinking about feelings. No matter how much he felt like goo sitting here now and looking every bit like the content whore he felt like. He was still in the process of having signed over the rest of his life to this unseen unheard Alpha…sort of. The mark on his shoulder was like a proposal in a way…only without the rings and dating, and proper etiquette and shit.

Really, he'd been on this planet WAY TOO LONG.

"And what makes you say that?"

He'd said that out loud? Fuck. "Just…things." He looked up from the hand on his cheek and stared into the laughing eyes of Goku already figuring out what he meant. "Don't…mind me…"

"It's not minding you that got us here."

Yeah, well fuck. "…Are you going to bite her?" They were not, NOT, talking about that other thing. Nope. It was weird enough now. He'd deal with that whole not knowing—insert a monumental amount of shit here—later. He half expected Goku to drag up the issue anyhow, but he really needed to not expect what he thought when it came to this Alpha. He never delivered, and Vegeta couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a confusing thing that could potentially be bad. Either way, he felt the warm breath of his answer on his lips before they were stolen twice.

"Nope."

And strangely enough, that was fine with Vegeta. "Okay." He had other things to think about now…heavier things; things that just made his head hurt a little if he thought about it in just the right amount of blinding light. A lot of it had to do with here, now, and the unspoken, not that they had spoken much, at all really, over the past three days. Talking was as awkward as feelings. Words—yeah, no words right now please.

"I need to talk to you about some things."

Just…fuck my life, please. Vegeta resisted groaning openly. "About?"

"It's nothing bad. Relax."

It was a little hard to relax when "talking" led to things that just need not be discussed. He willed himself to do just that though, still too tired to rile himself much more outside of his head. "I'm listening."

"Finally?"

Vegeta found some energy to lift his head and stare at Goku and his second head, because damn. Did he just crack a joke? A mean one at that? Vegeta was pushing his deliria on the heat of the bath and not on Goku's whim that had him chuckling deeply. The slow drag of Goku's finger in other areas kept him from remarking too much. It wasn't anything he hadn't done before, but to be on the other side of it? It stung some.

"And here I was thinking you were just hard of hearing."

And Goku wasn't going to apologize or make like he didn't mean it.

Vegeta was colored speechless and begrudgingly impressed. "Shut up." Mostly.

"Yeah, no. Seriously though, we do need to discuss something."

"Like what?"

"Like the living arrangements."

Wait. "I thought—"

Goku cut him off with a slight wave of his free hand. "No, we're not talking about that. That's solved. I had all your stuff moved over here while we were occupied." That was putting it mildly, but, they both knew what it meant so, no need to spell it out right? "By the way, I burnt every piece of clothing you own." Vegeta was content to just gape at him. There was no hint of him joking in the least. "As soon as we're done in this bath, I'm taking you to get new clothing."

This was possibly going to be the stupidest question he would ever allow to shove itself out of his mouth, but Vegeta just had to hear the answer to this one. "Why…the fuck…did you burn all my clothes?" he asked as calmly as he could. "And what the hell am I supposed to wear if all of my clothes are gone?"

"Because you're not available…and they didn't smell like me."

Huh. "You're insane."

"No…just an Alpha who isn't going to let anyone believe for an instant that you belong to anyone outside of me." He snatched Vegeta's chin in his hand and squeezed lightly, fangs agleam in the light as the level four peered out and dared him to say otherwise. Vegeta had no intentions of it. He was still too shell-shocked to really do more than gape and follow the motions of a firm kiss on his cheek a moment later. "Let's not cause a blood bath because some randy asshole thinks he has a shot in the dark, okay?" The words were low and heavy with promise, churning a fire in his belly that made that soothing touch lean towards the same flame that had burned them into cinders not that long ago. "And don't worry; I have something for you to wear."

Vegeta could hear someone choking on their tongue. He was pretty sure it wasn't him. For the sake of being noisy and making sure he wasn't completely lost in the head, he turned his gaze to the doorway.

He wanted to drown.

"Oh…fuck."

He wanted to drown now. Could he drown? Was it possible? Would Goku give him the satisfaction of killing himself in this bathwater? He wanted to ask, but Goku was too busy lazily turning his head to the doorway and not giving a rat's ass about who was in the doorway. His granddaughter still caught in the headlights of them noticing her and not sure of where to put her feet to turn herself away and out, just stood there. Speechless.

"And that's what I wanted to talk to you about, somewhat," Goku sighed. "I'm moving Pan in with us."

"What?!" Vegeta was all set to say it again, but that snapped that girl out of it and had her up in arms with the indignant whine of "WHY?!" echoing his "WHAT?!" because neither of them understood the logic of what Goku was suggesting. Why was Goku moving her in here, and what was the point? The child was nearly grown and living with her mother while her father was redefining his life and—oh. Vegeta clicked his mouth shut.

Vegeta didn't need an explanation. This was really happening and this is probably what he wanted to talk about. Redefinition. The big oaf was restructuring his family to what was satisfactory and—shit was going to hit the fan. Goku wasn't going to explain it to her right now. He made that clear with a dismissive wave of his hand in his granddaughter's direction. When she didn't move fast enough, he said it loud and clear with a look that clearly said "Get the fuck out sometime today."

It was amazing what a simple look would do. A growl? Vegeta watched the girl flee when the gravity of what happened hit her so hard she tripped halfway out of the door. He looked at the floor, just to make sure she didn't piss herself.

It earned him a hearty laugh and a kiss with the words, "You're much smarter than you think," which did not make Vegeta's heart do something funny as they resumed as if nothing happened. It was just his embarrassment. Yes, that's what he cou—would keep telling himself against the purr of happiness coming from the Alpha. He could swear to hearing the door being yanked close, but he didn't see who did it. He was too busy moaning into the air as his ass and that massive thing between Goku's legs got reacquainted.


The tension in the air wasn't quite as thick as it had been initially when the boys arrived. It was still there, though it was more directed at Trunks than Goten. Goten did his best not to fidget under the weight of that gaze, but Trunks…Trunks would stupidly meet it every time. Gohan would mentally groan into his hands and Goten would whine silently and then Chi-chi would put her hand on the back of Goten's neck to calm him down and shove Trunks against his head to get him to stop before bad things happened. He would stop, but the laser eye he sent to Yamcha sitting with his hackles up and next to his mate trying not to fidget himself just wasn't making anything better.

Bra, silent and staring at Pan's morose face, looked at Videl sitting quietly with a book next to Gohan. She looked up, stared at her daughter, then at Bra, smiled a little in reassurance, and went back to her book.

What in the holy fuck?

Yamcha, too pent up, got up from his spot. "I'm going to get a beer," he sighed. "Gohan, you want something while I'm up?"

"Just the usual," Gohan sighed. The usual these days consisted of crackers on top of crackers and some juice. It was the only thing he could keep down with relative ease while his stomach churned thanks to the flux of pregnancy hormones in his system. He knew it was worrying for Yamcha, but after talking with his mom he was sure that it wasn't anything overly concerning. He moved expectantly into the warmth of Yamcha's vacant seat, curling himself around the pillow he'd been lying on. It was a silent excuse to press his hand against the growing swell resisting sweetly on his abs, a tizzy of happiness overwhelming him and thus making his mate a little more torn between that utter happiness and his irritation over the two sitting across from them, particularly Trunks still glaring at him like Yamcha wouldn't launch himself over there.

He was tempted to prove him wrong for the sake of fucking with the kid, but he didn't need them knowing what he'd kept to himself for this long. Not yet. So rather than glare back, he ignored Trunks, walked off, and willed himself to go get that beer before he decided to do something stupid.

He missed Puar for this reason. He wouldn't have cared and messed with Trunks anyhow.

The tension died down considerably once he was out of sight. Goten slumped forward but didn't move from his spot. He knew better. The last time he'd tried it—well in his defense he hadn't known that they were mated, and it was his brother! It hadn't been much more than the usual tackling hugs they gave one another, but Gohan had stepped back and tried to warn him off seconds before Yamcha stepped into the picture and knocked the wind out of him.

Goten still winced at the discreet blow he'd been given and how much it stung for days after. He'd been hit like that before, but the shock of it being Yamcha still hadn't worn off. Trunks, still sitting stiffly in his seat, had seen it for himself. A fight had nearly broken out between the two of them almost three months ago around the time this happened, and the tension between them hadn't dwindled at all. Goten really didn't understand why they would be fighting for this long. He'd apologized, and Gohan had told him it wasn't anything he did intentionally. Goten wasn't sure about it, or he didn't really understand it until today when he'd been dragged here by his mother.

Chi-chi hadn't done much more than called him. He'd been out and about with some friends and Valese when he'd gotten the call, and for his mother to call him—well, here he sat. He didn't ignore her calls. His mother rarely called him unless it was important these days. He'd answered the phone expecting the world to end, but his mother only said the one thing he'd feared more than some other rogue idiot come to claim the planet.

"Your father demands your presence."

She'd then proceed to tell him where to go, as he didn't know his father's current address. Goku was a hard person to find when he didn't want to be found, and Goten, having known him since eight, realized that this was just a quirk of his that needed to be tolerated. Goku found them, not the other way around. It was especially true since his mother and father had decided that being apart was better than being together, which had shocked them all considerably. He was still dealing with the blow of that when his brother, married, with a kid, and apparently straight as an arrow literally came into his own heritage and was now married—mated—to one of their Dad's oldest friends. It happened along the lines of a couple of years, but it still was a little strange to think of it as normal now.

They came together on their own. In passing, through phone calls, in school or wherever, they came together as life meant for them to meet. When his father summoned them, it was never usually a good thing. The last time…well, the last time resulted in a grand space galaxy quest he was supposed to be on but a certain niece of his decided was better off without him. How Trunks had not killed her was still beyond him. At the moment Trunks was busily trying to get himself killed. Regardless of it, Goten really didn't like it when his father summoned them together. It meant something major was happening, that change was imminent, and that someone wasn't going to like whatever was happening.

He'd come straight here, instinctively tense the moment he realized Yamcha was here as well. Trunks showed up with Bra not three minutes behind him. He hadn't asked them why they were here. He knew that Chi-chi had probably summoned them over here as well. Trunks looked like he'd rather be at work, and Bra was a little lost about why she was running after her brother inside the house that they hadn't known anything about. Goten surely didn't know, and told her as much when his mother greeted them at the door and directed them right into the living room.

He saw Gohan first. He lifted a hand in greeting until he saw Yamcha sitting aside his brother, doing his best to ignore them as a whole. He noticed Videl sitting there like it was no big thing and Pan coming back from where ever looking like she'd seen a ghost. It might have been fine if Trunks hadn't come into the room, snorted in Yamcha's direction and sparked up that tension even MORE. Chi-chi however, wasn't tolerating it. It was the first slap of several against that purple head as they waited for Goku to emerge from wherever.

Now that Yamcha was out of the way for a few moments, Goten sniffed the air cautiously. He was aware that the smell of his brother had changed, but there was something different about it. It didn't necessarily click until his mother had shoved a pillow behind Gohan's back. He stiffened a little in his seat, unsure but unmistaken. He looked sideways at Pan, and she was too busy burying her face in her hands to see the look of question on his face.

He couldn't take it a moment longer. "Okay, why is no one talking?!"

"Because I'm reading," Videl snorted. "And we have a grumpy Yamcha on our hands."

"I don't see why he's so damn irritable," Trunks muttered. "It's not like anyone hit him."

This time Bra rolled her eyes. "Are you still going on about that? It was a misunderstanding!" she cried tiredly. "And he didn't hit you, he hit Goten, and Goten understood WHY unlike your stubborn ass."

"He didn't have to hit him. He should have more control than that!"

"And you really should stop challenging him openly," Goten snapped. "You're not making this easier for anyone. At ALL," he said when Trunks opened his mouth to protest. Goten shoved his hand against his mouth and told him to zip it with a look. "Look, DUDE, you know newly mated Betas want no one around their mates. The only ones that they tolerate are the familial elders, and even MOM was giving him shit."

"Wait, how come he can curse without getting his head knocked off?!" Pan cried.

"Seriously, Pan? I'm OLDER than you and my mouth isn't a garbage disposal twenty-four seven. And we're not talking about your mouth; we're talking about dumbass here pushing buttons that just don't need to be pushed! Mom does it enough!"

"Did," Chi-chi corrected. "I was pushing his buttons intentionally. Was."

"What do you care about it anyhow?" Trunks snapped at Goten. "He's a beta like us! Weaker even! Why are you submitting to him like he's stronger anyhow?!"

"Because you idiot, he's hiding in plain sight."

Trunks stiffened at the voice coming from behind him. Even he knew when to shut up when it counted, and right now he was aching not to scramble from his seat and move a safe distance from his father glaring holes into him. He hadn't seen or heard from the man since the cook out the other day, but he'd known something was amiss three days ago when movers had come to grab his father's things and take them out of the house. He hadn't thought of it as anything more than his mother being mad at him for something spectacular this time, but she seemed resigned to something, saddened and a virtual zombie according to his sister. He hadn't had the time to find out what was going on, but it looked like he wasn't going to have to wait.

He did turn around, cautiously albeit, but he wasn't prepared to see the level four version of Goku standing behind his father like it was no big deal that he was furred out, fanged up and puffing out his chest like he was going to wail on someone for no other reason than being looked at funny. Goten immediately bent his head in submission. Trunks was a little slow to do the same, but he wasn't used to being forced into it with a look.

Yamcha chose that moment to show up again. Beer in one hand and Gohan's request in the other, he sauntered back over and plopped back down into his seat with Gohan pressed giddly into his side. He was possibly the happiest person in this room, which made no sense to anyone who didn't know the reason why. Videl grinned at them and shoved her book to the side. Pan moaned back into her hands and tried to hide the blush creeping up her neck into her face. Bra was as confused as ever and Goten was itching to get out of his seat and get over to his brother because that happiness only confirmed what he was thinking and it was making Trunks even more irritable because he DIDN'T get it. Chi-chi slapped him upside his head again.

None of it made a lick of sense.

"Okay, can someone explain what's happening?" Bra asked tiredly. "Before someone dies?"

"No one's dying," Goku announced. "But, we are changing a few things…and rather than have this dramatic build up like usual, I'll let Vegeta tell you what's happening." Vegeta noticeably groaned despite Goku moving to plant a firm kiss on the side of his neck. The smaller saiyan wasn't amused at being left to take care of this, but it was a part of this change Goku was talking about. He felt his son's jaw dropping and Pan's face light itself anew. Goten didn't look surprised and his daughter…she looked like she'd figured out life's answers and didn't know what to do with herself now.

Kids.

"Dad?"

He was not going to cave in because his son decided to use the "dad" card. "It's complicated," Vegeta sighed. "But it's like this. Chi-chi isn't in charge anymore." He looked sideways at Chi-chi and wanted to plant his face on the floor at that gleeful smile she sent his way. She would be happy about it. "Kakorrot…has decided that it's high time…he claimed his rightful…mate."

"Don't sound so excited about it."

"This is a bit embarrassing you jerk, so let me do this my way!"

That got him a fanged smirk of approval and a pleased nod from the taller saiyan. "Carry on."

"Mate?" Trunks asked; his voice a pitch higher than it should be. Hysteria could be heard in his throat as he tried to swallow that without swallowing his tongue. It wasn't working well. "What do you mean mate?! You?!"

Was it really all that hard to swallow? Wait—

"You have a problem with that?!"

If Vegeta wanted to be honest, there was a huge problem with that. No one was stupid enough to call Goku on his choices without getting mauled and Vegeta liked being on the 'not-mauled-viciously' list. Did Trunks not see the level four saiyan currently sitting behind him asking—daring him—to repeat his outburst, because really? Yes, everyone was thinking it, even Vegeta, but he wasn't going to question it outwardly, gape, and turn seven shades of this green that clashed with purple hair.

His son was not smart sometimes. "Trunks…shut up before you piss him off."

"But—ow!"

Chi-chi moved her hand from the back of his head. "He said shut up. Carry on Vegeta."

This was getting too weird. "Whatever. The bottom line is this: Chi-chi is not the Alpha's mate, I am. And that's really all I can tell you," because he really didn't know what else to tell them. It was hard trying to compress everything that entailed and meant. It was so broad and they—the kids staring at him like he lost his mind—didn't even realize just what Chi-chi did. Vegeta didn't even realize what she did, but that's because she was good at it and made it look like it was normal.

Chi-chi was beaming a little when Vegeta glanced her way. "You'll get the hang of it," she assured. "Telling the kids to shut up is part of it."

"Ooookay."

"Wait, I don't…wait, what?" The hysteria in Trunks voice was at an all-time high, and he wasn't above correcting himself for the sake of male bravado or whatever it wanted to be called. He looked from Goku to Vegeta, from Vegeta to Chi-chi, and finally landed on his best friend since he could remember only to reel back a little at the shift in his face. Goten, sweet lovable loyal Goten, stopped looking like the innocent kid he played and let loose a wild smirk that could echo his father's in all ways. He straightened himself out only to lean over the couch with his arms folded beneath him, ignoring Trunks and his hysteria as he grinned Vegeta's way.

Vegeta decided that he didn't like that grin. It mirrored his father's way too much, and it meant something that he wasn't seeing outside of the obvious. "What…am I missing?"

"When are we moving in?"

"...what do you mean moving in—oh shit."

Now would be a good time to remember certain things that he hadn't thought about since he was young and trying to keep out of a certain bastard's hands. He hadn't thought about his own culture and his own issues outside of necessary times in so long that it took much longer than usual to remember this certain quirk that happened within families within all classes. He looked back at Goku, wondering where he'd found it out.

Then he berated himself for being such an idiot. Goku had died how many times? There wasn't much to do when one was dead outside of train and visit the halls of history, and that place was massive. Of course no one else really knew about it, but Vegeta had been there once and was not pressed to go see about the customs of home world or the ugly truth of how things panned out. Goku had either done that or…he really was just following his instincts.

Vegeta had a feeling it was a mix of the two.

"Dad?"

Vegeta looked sideways at his son. Of course he didn't understand. He wasn't raised to understand and that was his fault. Vegeta then understood the reason why he was standing here now before the kids, an expectant saiyan and his mate, and the former leader of the brood that was sitting collectively together. That didn't mean he liked it or knew what to do with their clueless faces.

He did, however, decidedly cause a bit of pandemonium when he said aloud, "I'm Kakorrot's mate, and by proxy you're now his as if he sired you himself." Trunks and Bra's faces tightened in mixture of horrified confusion. Oh, it got better. "You're staying for the year…in order to redefine the order of things, whether you like it or not."


I made the kids...a little more realistic in their reactions. Come on, not everyone can be in line with this.

Goten, yeah, but he's adorable and his father's son. So.

Drama anyone?