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Everybody Loves Goku!

Part Ten

"Vegeta," Goku asked, dangling in his hand the shoes he just took off, "should I put these back in the closet?"

The shoes were slapped out of his hand. "Shut-up, Kakarot." Without hesitation, Vegeta straddled his lap and began to kiss him again. The familiar warmth returned, and Goku ran a hand up under Vegeta's jacket to rub his back. Breaking the kiss, Vegeta removed enough layers of clothing so that he was shirtless.

Goku smiled, wide and innocent, and gingerly ran his fingers across Vegeta's bare chest. He felt Vegeta tense when he ran his thumb across a nipple.

"Don't you dare."

But Goku was already raising his knees, lifting Vegeta up higher for easy access. He rubbed his tongue flat against the raised bump repeatedly, enjoying the feeling of Vegeta squirming against him, cursing loud in the silence. He ran his hands across Vegeta's back again, roaming down past his waist, to the scar over his tailbone.

Vegeta bucked on top of him. "Fuck!"

No, things aren't going as he planned at all. To rile him up, Goku rubbed his finger against the scar and raised his head to laugh in Vegeta's face. "You're adorable."

Vegeta slapped him hard, and Goku felt tears rise in his eyes. "You want me to hurt you, don't you?!"

Stars dancing in his vision, Goku nodded vigorously, sighing in joy. He felt himself be pushed back onto the bed, and all of his clothes get pulled off. He tittered nervously when he saw his boxers slide off and be tossed over Vegeta's shoulder. The room became colder, and he felt vulnerable having his body looked over.

"Kakarot..." Expecting an insult, Goku closed his eyes and waited for it. There was nothing.

What? He opened his eyes. Almost tentatively, Vegeta was rubbing Goku's arms up and down. He trailed his hands across his chest, then down to his stomach. "Kakarot," he repeated, a whisper now, and slid his hands down to Goku's hips and thighs. Slowly, he lifted Goku's knees up off the bed and parted his legs. Now completely exposed, Goku blushed. He swore that he was being revered, Vegeta rubbing the inside of his legs as if touching something precious. "You're so—" Vegeta bit his lip to cut himself off.

Goku felt weak. He threw his head back onto the sheets. "Is this going to hurt?"

Vegeta ignored him, and went about taking off the rest of his own clothes. Goku became mesmerized by his body, and watched him hover in between his own knees, sucking an index and middle finger.

Goku blinked. "Why are you—Hey!" He lifted up off the bed, feeling Vegeta graze his fingers across his entrance. "What are you doing?!" A vague idea of how things were supposed to go was in his head, but he didn't see how fingers could get involved.

"Shh." Vegeta kissed the inside of his thigh, and then rubbed the spot. "Trust me."

"But—but—" Goku felt afraid all of a sudden. "I don't know if I can—"

"You can." Vegeta rubbed his hand from the tip of Goku's erection back down to his clenching tightness. "You will."

Goku lolled his head back, and dug his hands into the bundled up sheets around his head. Vegeta continued to rub him, harder now, and Goku could hear himself start to pant. The sheets in his hands twisted into a knot when he felt himself being entered. "Ah!"

Vegeta chuckled, and pressed another finger in to the knuckle. Goku writhed as he was stretched and pressed into, burning sensation buried under pleasure. Soon he felt Vegeta start to thrust, his fingers curling when deepest in him, hitting that spot. He rose up off the bed and moaned. Fuck. The room was tilting, and he raised his head to see Vegeta staring back at him with a hazy look on his face.

Eager, Goku pressed himself against the thrusts. "Please, Vegeta..."

"Please what?" Vegeta asked deadpan.

"Please anything."

Vegeta ran a hand up and down the inside of Goku's leg, coming to a rest at the base of his member. He brought his mouth down and swallowed him whole.

"Nng!" Goku drew up his legs in surprise at the sensation; he felt fingers pump further inside of him, in rhythm with Vegeta's bobbing head. Sucking hard, Vegeta pulled his mouth to Goku's tip, then grazed it with his teeth. Goku gasped for air, his body shuddering in ecstasy, and Vegeta pulled both his wet mouth and fingers from him.

Protesting, he whined. "No…"

He was flipped over onto all fours, and Vegeta grabbed his hips hard enough to bruise him. "No?"

Before he could respond, pain came from behind, and light burst before his eyes. He went blind. "FUCK!" He coughed and fell down on both his arms.

"You sound beautiful, Kakarot," Vegeta growled, pushing himself inside deeper. Goku buried his face in the sheets to muffle his groan as Vegeta pressed in to the hilt. Light kisses fell onto his back as Vegeta began to thrust slow and smooth.

"Vegeta, harder," he choked out. Vegeta muttered something unintelligible, and shifted his hips to change the angle of his thrusts. He pounded harder. I'm going to die, Goku thought through lust, and felt himself come undone when Vegeta slammed against his prostate. "Kami!" He pushed himself back to meet Vegeta's thrusts, his backside ramming against Vegeta's stomach on each impact.

"Kakarot," Vegeta moaned above him, panting and delirious. He began to chant his name mindlessly. Goku could only whimper in response, loving the way his name rolled off Vegeta's tongue.

When he felt so close, Vegeta pulled a hand off his waist. Sudden pressure came upon his tail scar, rubbing and stroking. Ending him. He yelled, and all the feeling in his body drained out of him onto the sheets in quick spurts. He shook with perfect numbness, senses overloaded with Vegeta still thrusting from behind. Light drops of water fell onto his back—sweat?—and the sound of Vegeta hissing filled his ears. An explosion of warmth burned his insides, and Vegeta collapsed on top of him. Three more thrusts, and Goku felt him become limp. Vegeta's chest was slick with sweat, and he slipped against Goku while rolling over onto his back. Both lied next to each other in a tangle of limbs.

Goku wiped away the sweat collected on his brow and exhaled slowly. Lazy, he rolled over on his side to look Vegeta in the face. He squinted his eyes, vision still blurry. "Are you crying?"

Vegeta blinked hard, and wetness fell from the corners of both his eyes. "Fuck you, Kakarot." His voice was hoarse.

"Wow," Goku said softly. Filled with a childlike curiously, he pressed a finger against Vegeta's cheek. The flesh turned white before fading back to red. Happy, he pulled Vegeta into a simple kiss and rubbed away the tears on his face. Vegeta didn't resist, and moved closer to bury his head beneath Goku's chin. The scent of wet hair filled Goku's senses as he nuzzled the top of his scalp.

"I can't feel my legs," Vegeta said, muffled.

"I can't either." Goku sighed. "But no need to run off anytime soon. Right?"

He didn't know what time it was. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Goku naked next to him. The second was an array of clothing lying all over the floor.

Oh. Right.

He remained still. If he moved, he was sure Goku would wake up. He wasn't sure if he wanted that just yet.

Shit. He remembered. With all of the intention in the world to simply fuck Goku brainless—which he succeeded in doing—he had cried. Relentlessly. Almost like a bitch. He cried when fucking, cried when he came, and cried when Goku got a good look at his face. He could probably count on one hand the number of times he cried during his life, most of them being awful situations, but never did he cry when so goddamned happy.

And he didn't even get fancy. Goku wasn't exactly put on a thrill ride, having limbs thrown everywhere in every position, but he was given a very dedicated screwing nonetheless. Either way, there was no reason for him to get emotional. There wasn't supposed to be anything emotional about sex...

"Vegeta, are you awake?"

He pulled his head out from beneath Goku's chin. "You're awake?"

"I never went to sleep."

Damn. Am I slipping? "Oh."

"So, um," Goku was flush in the face, "what do we do now?"

"If you give me about ten minutes, I'll have an excellent suggestion."

"I don't know if I could!" Goku said, genuinely worried.

"I was joking. Sort of."

"Oh."

Vegeta closed his eyes again, waiting for Goku to say anything else.

"Vegeta, could I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Have you ever had sex with another man before?"

What the fuck? "No."

"Oh." Goku twiddled his thumbs together. "Have you ever wanted to? Not including me?"

"Um, I don't remember."

"How could you not remember something like that?!" Goku looked crazed. "I wouldn't ever forget wanting to—you know—"

He's spazzing. "Is it really that big of a deal?" Vegeta rubbed his temples. He figured it would become a bad habit like Goku's head-scratching the more they spent time with each other. "You're stressing too much. Just be happy."

"Oh, I am happy."

Vegeta smiled. Then I accomplished my goal.

"Another question. Why were you crying?"

Shit! Why can't he shut the hell up? "I don't know, Kakarot."

"Were you upset?"

"No." He opened his eyes and sighed heavily, as if there were a weight on him. "I was very, very happy. I guess."

"You cried because you were happy? To be with me?"

"Yes."

Goku held his mouth open, as if surprised. He moved so that he was resting his face on Vegeta's chest.

"Kakarot, you can be so weird."

Expecting to spend the rest of the evening lounging around and putting up with more of Goku's pestering, fate had a different plan for Vegeta. The door flew open. "Hey, the door isn't locked, so Dad probably isn't in...in...ah…aha..." Standing in the doorway was Trunks. "Ah...ah...AHH!" He screamed.

"Aw, fuck," Vegeta said.

"Trunks, what's going—" In stepped Gohan. He froze. "Dad?!"

"Gohan!" Goku sat up off the bed. In a sorry attempt to exercise modesty, he flung some sheets over his lower half. "What are you doing here?!"

"What are YOU doing here?!"

"What's going on!" Farther down the hallway came the voice of Goten. "Did you guys walk in on Vegeta sleeping or something?"

"Gods. Anyone else here with you all? Maybe some friends? Neighbors even?" Vegeta pulled himself up so that his weight was supported against the bed's headrest. Goku looked at him, screeched, and threw a pillow over his crotch.

"Ah. AHH!" Trunks held both sides of his face, mouth wide enough to show teeth. "I—NO—WHAT?"

"I don't understand," Gohan said low. He shook his head. "This is an impossibility."

Oh, gods, the brat is trying to use logic. Vegeta placed both hands behind his head and relaxed. He and Goku were in as incriminating of a situation possible, so there was no use trying to lie. "What's an impossibility? We had sex."

"NO! What he meant to say is that—that—" Goku grasped out for an excuse, "we were trying out some new...fighting moves! Yeah!" Confidently he held up a finger. "And it requires both fighters to be in the nude. Right, Vegeta?"

"If that's what you want to call it, Kakarot."

Trunks crushed his palms into his eyes. "I'm going to be scarred for the rest of my life!" His voice was high, and Vegeta found it reminiscent of a pre-pubescent Trunks. "This is the kind of thing that fucks up kids mentally, Dad!"

"I don't even know what to say!" Gohan said, incredulous. "I mean—you and Vegeta?!"

"What are you guys talking about?" Goten walked up behind Gohan, trying to peek over his shoulder.

"No! Get out!" Trunks shoved both Gohan and Goten out of the doorway. He closed the door in front of him once they were all far enough into the hall.

"Vegeeeta!" Goku covered his face. "This is so embarrassing!"

"It's just sex." Vegeta pulled himself off the bed and started to put his clothes back on. "They'll have to get over it."

"But—" Goku jumped off the mattress and snatched his pants off the floor. "What will they think of us being together?"

"What?" Vegeta turned around to look at Goku. He continued to button up his shirt. "WHAT did you say?"

"You know." Goku pushed both his hands together, flat, palms touching. "Together."

Oh, no. "Kakarot." He walked over to Goku and pulled his hands apart. "I care for you. You are my rival, and you are my friend. But—"

"But what?" The glow Goku had only minutes ago was fading away. His eyes were wide.

Why is he making me do this? "I don't—I can't—give you that thing you want from me."

Goku looked...angry. "And what is it I want from you?"

"I'm not saying." Vegeta fell back onto the edge of the bed to put his shoes back on. He avoided Goku's leer.

"So everything we just did was for nothing."

"It wasn't for nothing. You liked it, didn't you?"

Goku pulled back on his Capsule Corp jacket. He fiddled with its buttons and zippers. "You just broke my heart."

"Oh, here we go!" Vegeta fell back onto the bed and stretched his arms out. "For fucks sake, stop being such a woman. I thought you would be able to just enjoy yourself, but you even have to let your emotions rule this. Just like when you fight."

"I can't help it."

"Yes, you can. With the way you're going on, I would think you've never had sex just for the hell of it."

"I never have."

Vegeta pulled himself up off the bed. He walked to the front of the room, mumbling. "I'm going to go talk with the idiots outside." When he stepped out the room, he saw Trunks and Goten sitting on the staircase.

"DAD!" Trunks yelled, shooting up off his step. "Gohan went to talk with Mom. I don't think he wants to walk into any more rooms on accident."

He grabbed his son's shoulder hard. "Listen up. Nothing is wrong. You are almost fully grown, so you can handle whatever it was you saw in there." He looked at Goten. "Did you tell him?"

"Goten? No. He was spared the horror."

"What horror? What happened?" Goten looked at the door to the bedroom. Out walked Goku. His hair was a mess, but his clothes looked orderly.

"Hey, Goten," he said softly. "I'm sorry about leaving the restaurant so soon." He gave Vegeta an accusing glare.

"That's okay." He pulled at Goku's arm. "I need to talk to you about something real quick, though." He pulled Goku down the stairs. Vegeta could tell they were headed in the direction leading to the building entrance.

"Damn, that boy is slow in the head," Vegeta said to break the silence.

Still horrified, Trunks calmed himself enough to look his father in the face. "He's leaving again. For good."

Goku felt weird coming outside in the sunshine of evening, imagining he'd come from a different world. While walking, he realized he was moving a bit funny to accommodate the soreness from being screwed mercilessly. Goddammit, Vegeta. Goten pulled him along outside of the Capsule Corp front entrance. "What is it you want to talk to me about?"

"I got a phone call earlier." Goten looked up into the sky. "She wants me to come back."

"But you just came back." Goku winced at the fresh pain in his stomach. So much to happen in one day.

"I just have to head on back and talk to her." He hugged Goku. "I'll be back one day."

"One day?!" Goku backed away from Goten. "What do you mean by 'one day'? You sound like it will be forever before I see you again!"

"No. It won't be like that at all."

"I mean," Goku crossed his arms, "you're going to at least give me a way to contact you, right?"

"No," he spat, "I don't need you calling me."

Goku seized both his son's shoulders. "What's wrong with you, Goten? Are you trying to hide something?"

"I…I think I'm…" Goten screwed up his face, considered what was about to come out of his mouth. "Remember how I told you it was creepy back at the house?"

Goku raised a brow. "Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?"

"I used to see ghosts, Dad."

Ghosts? Memories of the party came flashing back, of being sick, and going to the bathroom. He remembered curling up on the floor because he was tired and wanted to sleep. And he looked up at the ceiling—

"GHOSTS!" he screamed, jumping up off the ground. "Chi-Chi!"

Goten turned pale. "So you've seen her too!" He gnashed his teeth together. "I knew I couldn't be the only one. I knew it."

"Yes!" He pulled Goten closer. "Oh my gods, I thought I was just crazy! I've seen her twice." Goku held up two fingers. "Once in a photograph, and another time floating above me!"

Goten shook his head. "I used to see her all the time. Right after she died. She would walk around the house cleaning, like she used to."

"Cleaning!?" Goku shivered. All anger at Vegeta melted away into…pure and absolute terror. "Why did you never tell me this?!"

"I…" Goten held a hand up to his head. "I wasn't allowed to."

"Not allowed?!"

"She told me not to tell you."

"The ghost? She did?" Goku bit his lip. "Why?!"

"I don't know! That's why I'm not going back to that place, especially now that she knows I told you about her!"

Chi-Chi's ghost. All the time she was dead, she'd been parading about messing with all of them. And Vegeta! "Vegeta!"

"What about Vegeta?"

"She hurt him!" Suddenly angry, Goku balled his fists. "All the time he was over my house. She hurt him a lot." And it made perfect sense, Vegeta being so weak inside of the house, and becoming better once they went outside. He would feel better with Bulma's medicine, but even then—

"Dad, I'm leaving." Goten spun around and began to walk away, working his way up to a sprint.

"Wait, Goten! Don't you want to try and figure this all out?"

"No. Never." He looked over his shoulder. "I've got to get out of here. I've stayed too long anyway."

Realization dawned upon Goku. "Goten. You aren't really going back to your old girlfriend, are you?"

Goten stood still, his back still to his father. "Yes. I am."

"No you're not." Goku stepped closer. "Your girlfriend never was pregnant. Because she never told you that in the first place."

"Leave me alone."

"You never ran off with her. You just ran away by yourself."

"Stop it."

"You lied to all of us. That's why you never called." Goku was almost touching him. "So we wouldn't have proof of anything. And even when you called Gohan, it was on someone else's phone. "

Goten spun around. He looked...different. Threatening. Goku stepped back in fear. "Do you want to know the real reason I left?"

"I know now, Goten. You were afraid."

"No." He shook his head ridiculously fast. "I left because the ghost told me if I didn't, you would die."

He flew off into the air. Frightened, Goku stood frozen in his spot in front of the building. He watched his son disappear far above the clouds, a flickering ball of fire, until he was gone completely.

"Hey! Where's your son?"

Goku turned around and saw Vegeta walking up to him, slow. On his guard. "He just…left."

Vegeta studied Goku's face and saw that his skin was pallid. "Trunks told me—"

"No. He's been lying, Vegeta." Goku looked awkward with his hands buried in his pant pockets. "He never ran off with his girlfriend. He's been living alone the whole time."

"What?" What is he going on about?

"Yeah." Goku looked tired. "I'm going to go home now."

"Huh? Now hold on." Vegeta grabbed onto Goku's wrist. "What just happened here? Explain why the brat ditched you, because Trunks doesn't know why either. They apparently got into an argument after we left the restaurant."

Goku ran a hand through his hair. The gesture was a bad tendency of his, but the way he did it now made him look weary. Older. "If we had stayed with them, I don't think any of this would have happened."

"Oh, come off it. Just because we went off to screw—"

"Vegeta—"

"Doesn't mean it made your son any more inclined to run away again." It was getting cold out, and the sun was close to the horizon. He zipped up his jacket. "Now tell me more about him lying. So he didn't run away with some girl? He just ran away to be a moody teenager somewhere?"

"No," Goku said, obviously itching to get away. "There's a reason why he left. A bad one."

More drama. "And what reason would that be?"

"Listen." Goku began to hop from foot to foot. "I have to go back home and figure some stuff out."

"Stuff? Stuff like what?"

"Leave me alone, Vegeta. I have to go." Goku rose a few feet into the air.

"Wait—!" Vegeta stomped his foot. "What about—you know—earlier?"

Goku smiled sad. "I think I ended up liking you too much, 'Geta. I'm sorry."

The hell? "You can never like me too much, Kakarot." Please don't leave.

"Thank you for taking care of me. And tell Bulma thanks too." He flew up into the air, eyes still locked on Vegeta, before raising his energy and blasting off past the building. Vegeta ran a short distance and trailed Goku's path, but gave up when he knew it wouldn't be wise to follow.

"Vegeta."

He whipped around. Bulma was a few feet behind him. She was wearing her lab coat, and her goggles were pushed to the top of her head. I've seen her like this before. But instead of feeling a sense of admiration for her beauty, he felt nothing but familiarity. "Kakarot ran off."

"Trunks was speechless, so Gohan told me about what happened."

That boy has a huge fucking mouth. "Did he."

She began to tap her foot nervously, and did a weird motion with her head. She was nervous. "I think you made a huge mistake."

"He made a big deal out of it."

"You hurt him, didn't you? Of course you did." She was tapping her foot faster now. "I bet that's the whole reason he just left without as much as a goodbye."

"I didn't mean to do it."

"What? Fuck around with his feelings? Too bad Goku didn't talk with me first, because I could have told him you wouldn't think doing something intimate actually meant something."

He rounded on her, teeth bared. "He wants me to love him! I can't do that! How could anyone expect me to!?" Bulma winced, but took the brunt of his anger. She was almost immune to it by this point. "He's lucky I actually got to the point where I wanted to do him instead of kill him."

"Why do you have to be like this!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta became unnerved by how loud she was, especially with them being outside. "Whenever someone wants to love you, you run away! You did it with Trunks, and you did it with me."

"Oh! So is this what all the theatrics are about?" Vegeta laughed. "Is this about you? Do you want me to be in love with you?"

"NO!" Birds in droves flew out of the surrounding trees on the property. "I want Goku to have the chance I never got!"

His anger melted away. "I'm tired of all of this. I give up." He walked back through the Capsule Corp front doors. It was amazing how the day wasn't over yet.