Not In A Million Years
Chapter 25
Kakarot was kissing me. Gently, compassionately; more of a comforting motion than a sexual one, one of his hands threading through my hair and the other caressing the side of my hip. We were lying in a bed I didn't recognize, as soft as clouds; he was slightly on top of me, his tail stroking ethereally along the inside of my thigh. Abruptly, I felt the sensation I'd felt before – the quickening, titillating feeling that was pleasant… but strange. I blinked and opened my eyes.
It took me a second to recognize where I was and realize that what had happened was a dream. A nice dream, but a dream nonetheless. However, the tingling sensation of pleasure was real enough. I glanced over my shoulder at my mate sleeping next to me. It was about time that worried furrow disappeared from his forehead; did it only go away when he was asleep?
I contemplated the feeling from the dream that had stuck with me upon awakening. I wasn't used to it; it just didn't seem… fitting…. like it didn't belong to me. I thought about what Kakarot had told me about the G-spot, and wondered if the two were connected somehow. I wondered why I even had such a thing. I knew I had a male pleasure center – I think humans called it a prostate – Kakarot had proven that enough times. I guess now I had both…. weird.
It did make me wonder, like so many things these days; if it had always been there, and I'd just never known because I'd never sought to find out. I wondered what else I'd been missing out on.
Kakarot mumbled something into his pillow, then raised his head slightly, "Vegeta…. stop thinking so hard…. I can't sleep with you messing up my dreams…"
I blinked at him, confused. What did he mean by that? Just by thinking about something, was I influencing his thoughts as well? Was therenowhere my mind was safe?
"Sorry, I didn't even realize I was doing it," I said, my gaze drifting to the ceiling.
"Could you at least think about something else?" he muttered, "My dreams are screwed up as it is without you putting that into them."
I felt heat flood my face when I remembered what I'd been pondering so intently a moment ago. Well, I thought, I guess between mates there's no privacy….
Kakarot whacked me with his tail lightly, "Damn straight,"
I jumped, "Stop that! It's freaky enough when you read my mind, but do you have to answer it?"
"Heh. Serves you right for waking me up."
X
Things like mind reading and sharing dreams were common between the two of us now, but that didn't make them any less unnerving. It was hard for me to switch from being someone who was secretive and deceitful to someone who couldn't keep a secret at arm's length from Kakarot to save my life. He seemed just as weirded out, if not more so.
On top of that, he was learning all kinds of new things about his tail now that it was restored. Bulma had almost had a heart attack when he went from talking cheerfully to snarling and being ready to attack something when the scent in the air changed just a little bit. That's territorial males for you. I'd even heard him growl when Yamcha got too close to me just walking down the hall – the idiot was staying at Capsule Corp with Bulma for a while, in case you didn't guess – and after that, Kakarot stayed literally within an inch from me, glaring at anyone that looked at him wrong.
He had better control over it now, he could even write while holding the pen in his tail – which I thought was an improvement to said tail getting trodden on accidentally. Needless to say, the first few days were host to much stumbling and getting fur caught in things. But like all changes, he adapted rather quickly.
On the flip side, I was having a very hard time adjusting to the constant changes of pregnancy. One episode I'll be sure to remember was about a week after we got our tails back.
Bulma was talking to the two of us – we were just sitting on the couch, trying to figure out what she was lecturing about this time – when a very sudden, very sharp stab hit me below the ribs. At first I thought Kakarot had punched me lightly, but then I realized it had come from inside. Kakarot – who'd had his hand resting protectively on my abdomen at the time – tensed slightly and shot me a look out of the corner of his eye; stating plainly; don't say anything out loud.
'Okay,' I directed my thoughts at him, 'Then what the hell was that? You felt it too, right?'
Obviously we were getting better at telepathy, to the point of having conversations other people weren't even aware of.
'Don't worry about it… the baby just kicked.' He answered simply, but I could sense his amazement and pride as if it were my own.
We got yelled at by Bulma for not paying attention to her, but it was totally worth it.
X
Kakarot was kissing me. And this time it wasn't a dream. I was leaning back against a sturdy tree, sitting in the grass while my mate – sitting next to me – kissed my lips and cheeks; one hand caressing the small curve of my belly gently.
'I love you, Vegeta,' his thoughts entered my mind quietly.
'I know,' I replied, twining his tail with mine, 'I love you too.'
A rude, rough voice interrupted the pleasant scene, "Hey, we got us a couple of homos over here!"
Kakarot broke away from me sharply, baring his teeth in a snarl at a small gang of human teenagers nearby, who were jeering and laughing, pointing fingers. I felt the fur along Kakarot's tail bristle warningly.
"Just ignore them, Kakarot," I said tactfully, "They're humans; they don't know any better."
"Like hell they don't," he growled between his teeth.
The group of teenagers snickered and one started making smooching noises mockingly.
"That's it," Kakarot snapped, "They are so dead."
He started to get up, but I held him down forcefully.
"No, Kakarot. Leave them, it's not worth it."
"But they –" he began heatedly, tail lashing.
"They don't know you, or me, or anything about us." I forced his gaze down to mine, knowing full well what he could do if I let go, "Just drop it."
For a moment I thought he'd defy me and go after them, but in the end he shot a last murderous glance at the ruffians, grit his teeth and sat down.
"I save the world ten times and this is the thanks I get?" he muttered dubiously, plucking at the grass without interest.
"You know everything you've done for this planet; and I know. That's enough."
He sighed and drew his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them.
"How long do Saiyans live for?" he asked eventually. It seemed a little out of the blue, but I answered honestly.
"Most of us die in battle, but I think the oldest was over three hundred years old…. Why?"
I watched the human teens lose interest after a while and trudge away, talking boisterously about who-knows-what. They should count themselves lucky they even got to walk home today. I was damn close to just letting Kakarot go and sitting back to watch the blood fly.
Kakarot's gaze fell on me, it was disapproving. 'Don't think about that. You'll get my adrenaline up again.'
"No reason," he said out loud, "I'm just wondering by how long I'll outlive my human friends; and how lucky I am to have you, who won't die long before I will."
Centuries to live. Centuries to love. If only it were that easy.
I reminded myself that I probably wouldn't live half that long, even if I did survive this pregnancy thing. The strain on my body might well kill me anyway.
"I'm lucky to have you too, Kakarot." I said, stretching my sore back and getting to my feet, "Not many people could put up with a pregnant male alien as a mate. I'm glad you can."
Eh, technically I wasn't an alien to Kakarot because we were from the same planet, but you get my point.
He stood as well; stretching with a bit more panache than necessary, probably still hyped up on testosterone from those idiots' taunting. I got an amusing mental image of my mate flexing his muscles and showing off while shooting casual looks over his shoulder at me. It was nice to be the center of such devotion, worthy of being fought over and defended.
"Hey Vegeta?" he asked as I started towards the house. I let my tail flick once before turning and responding.
"Yes?"
A genuine grin slid across Kakarot's face, "Love you."
I smiled in return, "And I you, Kakarot."
Despite everything that had changed about Kakarot in the last four months or so, at least he still had the ability to forgive and forget, and that was all he really needed. Happy-go-lucky childishness and innocence be damned.
A smirk edged the side of my mouth as I turned and started walking again. Kakarot was by no means innocent… perhaps he'd never been. And anyone that thought otherwise just didn't know him like I did.
TBC