Challenges
By:
Me
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AU/Yaoi/Mpreg fic. Hope you enjoy. Review if you want. Criticize if you must, but do so out of the need to correct, not hurt.
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Chapter Eleven
We all began to eat and I smiled at this feeling of contentment that filled my thoughts. My mate caught my eye and nodded his head to let me know that he was content as well. I hoped that things continued to be as happy as this moment.
"Look at you," Bulma chuckled out as she looked sideways at Vegeta, "Someone looks chipper. You must be ecstatic that the baby is a boy."
My mate smirked at the Earth woman as he ate his ribs. I could feel through our bond that he was in too good of a mood to snipe at his ex-wife. I waited patiently to hear what the Prince would say to Bulma.
"I would have been pleased if my cub was a male or female," Vegeta haughtily stated as he raised his head proudly, "My line has always thrown strong warriors and diplomats so I was not too particular on the gender besides the need to know what clothing to get my cub. Any Daeleen only cares if his cub is healthy and born safely."
"Daddy, what is a Daeleen?" Bra asked in curiosity as Trunks and Bulma eagerly leaned forward to hear the answer to the question.
I sat up in surprise and looked at my mate in confusion. Radditz supported his face in one of his hands and looked on in curiosity at what our Prince was going to say to his daughter.
"You didn't tell your family your title yet?" I asked as my mate blushed, "I would have thought you would have told them ages ago."
"I just never thought of mentioning it," Vegeta snapped in irritation before turning back to Bra, "The sire of a Saiyan cub is the Father. If the carrier of the cub is female, then the title is still called the Mother, like it is here on Earth. If the carrier is male then the Saiyan title is the Daeleen."
"Oh," Trunks said as he sat up straighter, "So Little Brother won't have two Fathers. He will have Goku as his Father and you as his Daeleen."
"Correct," my mate grunted out, "I am still your and Bra's 'Dad' as you call me. My new cub does not change that fact."
Bra and Trunks looked at one another before nodding happily and returning to their food. It was Bulma that began to look thoughtful.
"Were there a lot of same sex couples on Vegetasei?" Vegeta's ex-wife asked before flushing at the looks that Radditz, Vegeta, and I gave her, "Not that it is any big deal or anything. I was just wondering."
"Quite a few," Radditz answered for my mate and me, "Females were not in a large abundance and through evolution, our species adapted. There were many Daeleens on Vegetasei."
"None as perfect as my Llazzine," I muttered before freezing when all eyes turned towards me.
Vegeta face palmed and blushed bright red. I couldn't help the small giggle that wiggled out of my mouth from the depths of my toes.
"Idiot, you are beyond sappy," my mate growled, "Act like a Saiyan warrior for Kami's sake."
I felt through our bond that Vegeta wasn't really irritated. My mate was still not used to the affection that I was able to offer him. I loved this shyer side of my mate. My Llazzine's tail curled with mine under the table. Vegeta had learned the art of secret signs of affection.
"Oh, did I show you guys the highchair that I just finished?" I asked the group after we were all done eating.
"No," Vegeta denied perking up, "Let me see. I hope you remembered to make it strong. Our son is going to test anything you make. His ki is strong in the womb. Imagine his strength as he grows bigger."
I nodded at my mate as visions of what I envisioned our son would look like danced through my head. I stood and brought the hand carved baby chair inside from the woodshop that was in the back of the house. I had used the strongest wood available and fashioned the high chair so that the tray could be folded up and down. I stained the chair the same deep brown that my son's crib had been stained. I used leather straps that could hold the baby in securely and even carved the royal crest in the back of the chair. Some of the furs from my kills were used to fashion soft cushions that would cradle my son comfortably while the little one ate.
"How cute!" Bulma and Bra squealed as one.
"Ah," Vegeta breathed out as he was allowed to examine the highchair first, "This will work. Our cub shouldn't be able to chew and tear this up right away. Good job, Idiot."
I glowed in pride at my mate's compliment. Chichi had never really allowed me to have much say in anything regarding Gohan's babyhood and I had missed Goten's babyhood completely. I wanted to finally be an active part of one of my children's infanthood. It felt good to hear Vegeta's praise and know that I was being a proper Saiyan mate to my bonded.
"'Tear this up right away?'" Trunks echoed in confusion at my mate's last words, "But my little brother will just be a baby. How can a baby tear up such a strong highchair? I mean this is awesome, Dad. Goku did a great job and the highchair should last for years."
"Ha!" Bulma snorted out as she and my mate exchanged amused glances with one another, "You tore apart a lot of highchairs, cribs, and furniture in your baby days, Trunks. You shredded every toy I bought you. Vegeta finally broke down and made you some toys just like the ones you have seen in your baby brother's new nursery. You loved them. You were only half-Saiyan and now imagine a full-blooded Saiyan baby. Thank Kami that Bra was a lot more typical of an Earthling infant. However, she is now more like her Father judging by how many tricks she has been playing on Yamcha over the last month."
"Serves him right," Bra sniffed as my mate beamed at his daughter, "He's not off my grudge list yet. The Jerk needs to know that he doesn't mess with my Daddy. When he has learned his lesson then I will take him off my list."
Trunks was openly gaping at his Mother before turning to his Father. Vegeta smirked and nodded his head at his son.
"I was never more proud than when you tore the head off of the silly, duck stuffed-animal that your mother kept giving you," my mate chuckled out as Bulma frowned in irritation, "You looked so proud of your accomplishment that I knew then that you were a true Saiyan warrior. You conquered and vanquished at an early age."
"Whoa," the teen breathed out with wide eyes as the rest of us laughed.
"Saiyan cubs can be a handful," Radditz snickered out as Vegeta scowled at his implied dig, "Parents have to be very strong to keep up with the curiosity of a cubling."
"Vegeta and I have that covered," I reminded my brother as I felt my mate's flush of pride at my words.
"I'm sure you heard that newborn cubs were sent to purge planets," Radditz explained to Trunks, Bra and Bulma as the three nodded, "A Saiyan cubling can be a force to be reckoned with if crossed, but it was Frieza that started that practice. He wanted to force parents to fight harder for him so that they could earn the right to go after their cubs. Most never got to see their children again. I am glad that this cub will be the first pure Saiyan to get an actual childhood in several generations."
"Me too," Vegeta agreed as he unconsciously placed a hand over his stomach as if to protect our son.
"What is my little brother's name going to be?" Bra asked out of the blue, "I'm glad that we don't have to say 'the baby' or 'the cub' anymore."
"I want to know too," Bulma chirped, "Some of our friends have been asking so they can personalize the gifts they are making for your baby."
I looked at Vegeta as his smile faded and he began to fidget. My mate was conflicted and I felt that it had something to do with his son. I flickered my ki at the Prince to let him know that I was there for him. My Llazzine looked at me and nodded his appreciation.
"Trunks, you came at a time in my life when I was first learning how to live without being controlled by Frieza. I wasn't able to be the parent for you I should have been. Bulma had to step up to be both of your parents at first," Vegeta said as he turned to his eldest child with a look of guilt on his face, "I want you to know that I loved you from the beginning, but I had no idea how to express that to you. I barely got to experience having a parent myself since my Father was the King and had more responsibilities than just raising me. I'm not trying to make excuses for my behavior, but there are many regrets that I have in how I treated you as an infant."
"I understand, Dad," Trunks reassured as he looked happy at having his father explain this to him for the first time publicly, "I always knew you loved me."
"I should have shown it more," Vegeta gritted our before calming, "You were named without my say so. My firstborn should have been named 'Vegeta' as all firstborns were named for generations. You were deprived of this honor."
"That's true," Bulma agreed as she nodded her head, "Your Father brought that up to me, but I insisted that I get to name you myself. I should have been more understanding that Earth culture and Saiyan culture were so different. I should have raised you with a combination of both of your cultures at an earlier age than I allowed."
"So the new baby will be named after you?" Trunks asked as my mate turned to me.
I nodded my consent. The Prince then looked back at his son.
"Yes," Vegeta answered, "But only to further the Saiyan tradition and not to make you feel like this new cub is more important than you. You are still my firstborn Prince. Your little brother is the second born Prince and will need you to be a good example for him."
"I understand that," Trunks stated with a reassuring smile making my mate relax, "What kind of a big brother would I be if I was jealous over a name?"
"Good," Radditz grinned out as he pounded the teen's back while Trunks eyes widened at the onslaught, "Spoken like a true Warrior-Prince. You have done the royal line proud today. You show great wisdom and flexibility which are true leadership characteristics."
Vegeta nodded at Trunks as the teen straightened in pride. I was glad to see how carefully my mate was working to maintain a good relationship with his children. I had no doubts that the Prince was going to be a great Daeleen to our new son.
"Right," I chirped as I joined the conversation, "But I think two Vegetas will be very confusing. Why don't we nickname the new baby? How about something like Little V?"
"Ugh!" Vegeta and Radditz groaned as one.
"That sounds like the name for a pet, Kakarot," my mate snapped.
"Little Veggie?" Bulma offered making my mate shake his head in disgust.
"How about Gogeto or Vegito?" Trunks offered, "That was the name of the two forms that you and Goku created when fused, Dad. Little Brother is a part of both of you."
"Over my dead body," the Prince gritted out, "My son is not going to have a nickname that reminds me of a time when the Idiot and I had to do that ridiculous dance. No way!"
"Fusion is not that bad," I chided as my mate wrinkled his nose at me, "One time we wore those earrings to fuse, remember?"
"Don't remind me," Vegeta snapped before pausing, "Hm. How about Geta? That's what everyone tried to nickname me when I settled on Earth. At the time I was the only 'Vegeta' so I found it useless to shorten my name. I understand the need for a nickname so that our cub does not to get confused."
"Geta-chan," I said aloud before smiling at my mate, "Perfect."
"Hn," Vegeta grunted before yawning, "I will allow the 'chan' bit. Geta-chan it is. I'm going to go rest. Don't disturb me."
I watched as my mate walked out of the room with Radditz trailing behind him. I adored the slight waddle Vegeta had begun to develop to deal with the additional baby weight. Once my mate was gone I turned to the others left in the room.
"So you let everyone know about the gender of Geta-chan?" I asked Bulma.
"You bet," the blue-haired woman nodded, "The Honor Feast will be here before we all know it and I thought that it would be a good idea for everyone to know that Geta-chan is a boy if they wanted to make a gender-specific gift."
"I'm glad Daddy seems to be happy," Bra chirped before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek, "I've got to get started on some more decorations for the Honor Feast. Bye!"
I waved as my mate's daughter skipped out of the room. Bulma smiled at me as Trunks shook his head.
"Wow," Trunks breathed out in wonder, "Dad has never been so open before. I am so glad that he explained what he did to me. I feel like I can really understand where my Father is coming from better. He and I have never been closer."
"My mate is amazing," I bragged in pride, "Vegeta has overcome more than any of us will ever understand. I'm glad that you and your sister can see that, Trunks."
Time passed, and my and Vegeta's family continued to plan for the Honor Feast throughout my mate's seventh month of pregnancy. My Llazzine was into his first week of the eighth month of his pregnancy and there was no denying that Vegeta was indeed pregnant. The Prince's stomach was at about the size of what an Earth woman would look like in her sixth month. My mate had even begun to develop a couple of cravings. The first was for bucket loads of mint-chocolate chip ice cream, which I could handle, the second was for pickled frog's feet, which I could not handle. Gross!
"I cannot believe you are being such a wuss," Radditz grumbled as he stirred the boiling pot of frog's feet, "All you have to do is catch the creatures. I'm doing the pickling. A Saiyan mate provides whatever his or her mate wants."
"You don't have to see their little eyes looking at you when you catch them and put them in a bag," I whined in displeasure, "You don't have to watch your mate eating those gross, green, slimy, feet. Ugh!"
"Does the Prince kiss you afterwards?" Radditz grinned out as I shuddered in disgust at the thought of "frog-feet breath."
"He makes me brush my teeth three or four times," Vegeta snapped as he walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through the freezer for his more benign craving, "You would think that I have the plague the way he acts. Your brother is a Pussy."
"I am not," I groaned out as I handed my mate a spoon, "I would rather watch you eat sushi covered pizza than pickled frog's feet. It's…it's just so…disturbing to watch my mate eat those green things."
Vegeta glared at me as he attacked his minty treat before he turned his back on me. My mate's tail conveyed his displeasure as it slapped several times against his chair or the floor. I felt bad at making the Prince so unhappy.
"I can't help it," my mate sighed out looking dejected after he had finished a tub of ice cream, "Geta-chan wants those pickled feet badly. I dream of the little feet tap dancing all night long. The dreams both disgust and delight me at the same time."
"Shame on you, Little Brother," Radditz fussed as he handed my mate a fresh jar of his not-so-benign craving, "Frogs are rich in Protein and Selenium and a Saiyan requires both of these for his or her cubling to develop properly. Vegetasei had a similar amphibian that looked just like the Earth frog, but Saiyan's called them a Grongett. Most carrying Saiyans craved roasted or pickled Grongett feet and I'm surprised your mate did not request the frog feet sooner. Prince Vegeta does not just want the frog's feet; he needs the frog's feet. Saiyans can't take prenatal vitamins like an Earthling. Saiyan cubs cannot be exposed to any foreign substance while in development or the cubling will die."
"I'm sorry, Llazzine," I apologized as I kneeled in front of my mate feeling very much ashamed, "I didn't realize how important it was for you to eat the…um…things you eat."
"It's okay," Vegeta assured me as he opened his new jar of frog's feet, "I am ashamed to have to say that I've eaten worse than this to survive at times in my earlier years, but Geta-chan always settles down when I eat this crap. I can promise you that this would never have been my idea of snack food before you knocked me up."
I nodded as my mate began to hungrily eat the pickled feet. Lately, Geta-chan had begun to make his presence known more by fluttering his ki when he got hungry. Vegeta and I were able to interpret our baby's different flutters to mean "hungry," "sleepy," "happy," or "I need attention." Geta-chan loved to be talked to and my mate and I regularly had full conversations with Vegeta's belly.
"Hi, Baby," I whispered down to Vegeta's stomach as Geta-chan flared his ki to let me know that he was happy, "Are you enjoying your yum-yums? I feel like you are. You are such a good boy. Yes, you are."
"You are such an Idiot. Yes, you are," Vegeta chuckled out as he swiped my feet from underneath me.
"Ha!" Radditz snorted as he began to prepare the next batch of frog's feet for pickling.
I laughed as I got to my feet and assisted my mate to stand. It was getting a little harder for Vegeta to stand up from a lower seat without a little help.
"Vegeta! Goku!" Bulma shouted from the living room.
"Coming," I called as Vegeta began to scowl.
"What does that Woman want now?" the smaller Saiyan grumped as he allowed me to steer him towards the living room, "She has been shouting none stop for the past three days. This is getting old."
I shook my head at my mate as we walked into the living room.
"I want to ask you about the last bit of plans for the Honor Feast tomorrow," Bulma chirped as my mate groaned, "Don't be a Mr. Grumpy. Have you two tried on the traditional costumes that Radditz helped me design for you?"
"Do not call what Kakarot and I are wearing as 'costumes,' Woman," Vegeta hissed as he eased himself down on the couch, "The clothes we are wearing have been worn for millennia by Saiyans. Do not cheapen our culture."
"I didn't mean to hint at anything," Bulma assured as I shook my head behind my mate's back before coming around the couch and sitting next to the Prince, "I just meant did you try the garments on so I know if anything needs to be altered?"
"The clothes fit fine," I answered as I pulled my mate to lean back against me, "Vegeta was very pleased at the workmanship."
"Hn," Vegeta snorted as he crossed his arms and began to mumble Saiyan curses under his breath.
"Good," Bulma hummed out as she crossed something off on her clipboard, "Radditz has pickled enough frog's feet for Vegeta to snack on during the ceremony. Bra has finished the Saiyan decorations. Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien have gathered enough firewood for the bonfire. Gohan, Goten, and Trunks have set up the arena for the challenges. The food committee has plenty of other selections to accompany the meat that will be cooked. Everything is set to go."
"Great," I beamed as I squeezed my mate around his shoulders, "We should go to bed, Llazzine, tomorrow is going to be a busy day."
Bulma covered her mouth with a hand and gestured at Vegeta. The Prince was already sound asleep and was beginning to drool. I stifled a giggle and very gently scooped up my mate and nodded a goodnight to Bulma. I carried the smaller Saiyan upstairs to our bedroom and was just beginning to lean down to lay him in bed when his eyes popped open.
"What? Huh?" Vegeta questioned before snarling and looking up at me, "Put me down, Kakarot. What are you waiting for? I gave you an order. Put me down this instance or else you will be picking your teeth up off the floor."
I grinned as I held my mate and suddenly spun him around in a couple of circles before placing him gently on the bed.
"Gah!" my mate groaned as he reached out angrily for me, "Get back here! That means all three of you! Bastard!"
Laughing, I zoomed in for a kiss. Vegeta pushed against me at first before hungrily beginning to return the kiss. We eventually had to pull apart for needed air. My mate thumped me on the head with his tail in retaliation for making him dizzy.
"I love you," I admitted as I tenderly stroked my mate's scowling face, "You are my everything, Vegeta."
"Love you too, but you are still a Sap," the smaller Saiyan chuckled out before kissing me gently on the lips, "Never change, Kakarot. Make love to me. Confirm our bond and make me only your mate once again."
I hardened at my Llazzine's words, but looked anxiously at his swollen belly. Vegeta smiled a feral smile before standing and seductively stripping his clothing off piece by piece. I licked my lips as he turned his back on me to brace his hands on the edge of our dresser. I grinned when he gave me a "come hither" look over a bare shoulder as his tail stroked his calves. I was up and licking Vegeta's neck in no time as he leaned his head to give me more access. I reclaimed my mate in a gentle bite as I lapped at his delicious blood.
"Mm," the smaller Saiyan hummed before he began to purr in contentment.
"Mine," I growled as I ever so carefully pushed into Vegeta's tight passage while I held his hips steady, "My mate."
"Yes," the Prince agreed as he wiggled in my grasp and arched his hips to give me better access, "Only yours."
I began to pump good and hard into my mate as Vegeta whine and moaned in my grip. I drove into him with grunts and pants of need. I felt most alive when my mate and I reestablished our bond as a true Saiyan couple would have done on Vegetasei.
"You are so beautiful, Llazzine" I gasped as I continued to rut deep into my mate, "My beautiful, fertile mate. None compares to you."
"Idiot, males…uhn…are not beautiful," Vegeta denied as he panted in time to my thrusts, "I'm…oh, Kami…not a woman."
"Not a woman at all," I moaned out as I reached around and rubbed at his rigid member while he mewed in appreciation, "You are the most beautiful Saiyan male that was ever created. You are mine."
I pounded so hard into Vegeta that his braced arms began to buckle. I pulled out of him and placed him facing me onto a vanity, which was just the right height, before pushing back into his quivering entrance and beginning to piston inside of him once again. My mate had been a little vocal earlier in our love making, but he was now being driven to scream in pleasure. I was very careful about Vegeta's pregnant stomach, but our love making was intense and demanding as I pushed his legs wider to rock into him even harder.
"Kami! Kakarot! Oh, Kami!" Vegeta squealed as he jerked at his own length to bring himself to completion while I hit his prostrate with each thrust, "Llazzine! Uhn! Kakarot!"
I lost myself in my mate's screams as I continued to work my mate into a tither of panting need before I finally emptied my seed deep into Vegeta's body. It took a lot of time before I could blink the spots from my vision and pull out of the smaller Saiyan. I looked at my mate's flushed face and fell in love all over again. Vegeta was the most open when we were in private and lost ourselves to our passion.
"Wow," I panted as I scooped up my trembling mate and walked him back over to the bed.
"'Wow' is right," Vegeta agreed as he breathed in deeply, "That was one Hell of a good ride. Knew I was keeping you around for a reason."
"Really?" I laughed out before noticing how tired my mate looked and pulled the covers up over the two of us, "Sleep, Llazzine. You and I have to be up early tomorrow."
"Not sleepy yet," Vegeta lied as his hands found the new erection that I was trying to hide and he ducked under the covers.
I arched when I felt my mate's talented mouth begin to lap at my erection. My Prince made me scream as he suckled and teased my length into submission. I was putty in my mate's hands and could only moan as I bucked into his hungry mouth. Everything grew dark when I finally ejaculated.
"Kakarot! Kakarot!" a voice called to me from far away and finally I opened my eyes and focused on the face of my concerned mate.
"Vegeta?" I asked in confusion.
"Idiot!" the Prince hissed as he slapped me on the top of my head, "Don't scare me like that. You fucking passed out for a few seconds, you Pussy!"
"I did?" I wondered aloud making Vegeta snort and pull me into his arms.
"You did, Asshole," the smaller Saiyan grumbled as he cuddled me close in his agitation while I tucked the blankets over the two of us, "My mate can take out the strongest warriors in the universe in a battle to the death and then passes out at a fucking blowjob. Idiot!"
"I'm your Idiot," I grinned out as I basked in my mate's love and concern.
"Damn straight," Vegeta snorted before settling down against me chest, "Go to sleep. I want one Hell of a show at the challenges tomorrow. You better make Geta-chan and I proud."
"There is no question of that," I insisted as I stroked the smaller Saiyan's stomach as my unborn son flickered his ki at me to say "hello," "This will be an Honor Feast that goes down in history."
"Hn," Vegeta grunted as he settled and fell asleep.
I was really looking forward to tomorrow.
To be continued…