AN:

I know this is waaaaaay late and you've all been patient.

I'm sorry. Life tends to get in the way.

ANYWAY, this is a rough version of the next chapter. I'm still revising it (the lower half of the fic) because I kind of owe you better visuals.

So...you can read this...and an updated version will be posted later.

Chapter 25: Heated

The fiery ends of summer were colliding in to the cooler sprigs of autumn sinking into the lands. Ribbons of red and gold were marred with brown, mingled amongst the remaining greenery holding out for the duration. The sun was further, the land colder, and the days getting shorter and shorter without much notice to those who were busy. The animals were hoarding what food they could find or fattening themselves up for the winter months, or in some cases finding their way to warmer places that promised sun and food for another few months. The flock of geese honking by noisily was one of a few that had flown by in the last few weeks, no less noisy and no more inclined to stay.

Nature always had a way of announcing itself, even if one wasn't a part of this planet.

Vegeta felt it more so than admitted to it when he pushed himself from the kitchen sink in an attempt to keep his head on for a few more hours.

Alphas and Omegas could not escape the grips of nature, no matter what they did to suppress their urges. Alphas were less likely to find their selves on the other fence of what was known as a "heat", but Omegas tended to have theirs quarterly or annually dependent upon several factors. Vegeta was one of the quarterly ones. He knew it and it was always in the back of his head despite his day to day life. However, he hadn't thought about it much in the past couple of months until he'd woken this morning with a familiar ache in his backside.

Before all this, before the need to claim had overwhelmed the Alpha roaming the house now, Vegeta was much more aware of the coming days when things started to feel off. Usually he was the victim of waking up with a headache pressing on the edge of his senses, there but not quite, irritating him further and making the lights much too bright and sounds shy of banshees hollering in his ears. He would force himself awake cursing, rolling out of the bed and aiming to work himself to death before he could succumb to the throb of want surging in his veins.

Before, he would have simply avoided the people in his home. He would have locked himself away in the gravity room or found some secluded place on the planet that wouldn't have missed a chunk of rock here and there and perhaps a cliff. Zen and all that. When it was too much…when he could no longer ignore the urge to find something to fill him, to make him ache in pleasure, to kill this unbearable urge to bury himself in the warmth of another no matter who it was, he'd take himself to his room and lock the door; muffled screams of frustration and orgasm painting the walls as he fucked himself senseless on the phallic devices he'd bought on his own when it wasn't safe to find another body to lay with.

He'd do this until the aches of it all would leave him bereft and still in want of something to cure this incessant need to fill his womb. There was no Alpha in his head then that would ever touch that part of him. He would always, ALWAYS, shove that thought out of his head and edge his way out of that room to find his fist in something hard; something that would take his focus from the pain of his nature and put on the ache in his fist trying to break anything more so than his head.

He had never…ever…allowed those thoughts to be welcome in his head.

But that was before…

"…shit…"

…before he'd managed to somehow become the object of affection to an overgrown simpleton doing his best to stay holed up in their room while the rest of their family evacuated the premises.

Today has started off with the usual noises of mornings coming to wake. The babies were in their nursery gurgling to themselves, and their parents were enjoying a moment of quiet in their own room. The girls were idly resting, sleeping, or tinkering with something for the hell of it, while Goten was nowhere to be found and Trunks was possibly on the phone texting Tyler as he had for the past couple of weeks. Vegeta hadn't needed to get up and walk around the house to see this. He could hear it, and it was so damn predictable that he wasn't inclined to get up for the sake of making breakfast.

He was feeling a bit too warm today, too comfortable. He'd drifted off enough to wake himself again with a snort, realizing it was later and that Goku hadn't woken him. Goku was still behind him sleeping deeply. It was as if he'd found a pocket of emptiness to drift in and sought to stay there until it was absolutely necessary to wake. Vegeta could feel nothing coming from him outside of absolute slumber.

It was rare for them to find those moments.

He kissed the back of Goku's hand twined with his own.

Vegeta was content to simply lie there and let Goku bury his face against his neck, but sleep didn't come back to greet him. The slight flair of heat low in his belly had him rolling over, the sheets nothing but a thin burden caught between them as Goku slid closer and slotted their mouths together. Goku was awake then, the thin veil of awareness erupting and pushing him to roll back over and softly smother Vegeta with his presence and weight in the mattress beneath them.

It quickly escalated.

A half hour later, Vegeta was clutching the ends of his sanity as he stared at the ceiling trying to catch his breath. His legs were jelly; the little aftershocks of orgasm making it hard to think as Goku lapped up the remnants of it from between the folds of his swollen cunt. He was good at that, impossibly good at it, and the fingers still holding him open kept stirring the fire sitting low in his belly and fanning itself with the need for something a little more solid to fill and break him properly. It was a strange sort of sweetness lingering, as if he'd engorged himself on his drug of choice and was letting himself float into this nirvana of expectance.

He clenched down and realized belatedly why.

It was time.

"Are you all right?"

He nodded shakily, hands braced against the counter when he leaned against it. Despite his realization this morning, he still had things to tend to before he was absolutely mindless with the need to be fucked senseless. His inhibitions were already slipping from him. He could feel everything pulsating, much worse from this morning when he'd sat up with worried but blown eyes to stare down at Goku settled against his thighs and looking up at him in expectance. Goku had scented the air and growled.

There was a fucking level four saiyan in front of Vegeta before he knew it, wanting his space to mate and claim and wanting it NOW. The one thing that Vegeta remembered in full horrid detail was that full blooded saiyans that were Alphas never had a problem taking what they wanted when the urge hit them. He was not about to be put on display, no matter how much the thought of it happening made him wet in places he didn't want to think about. That was one thing Goku could not escape, no matter how much in physically pained him to let Vegeta get up and at least make breakfast for the rest of them.

He told them all, of course, that they needed to get the fuck out while they ate.

Of course someone—Sierra—announced the reasons why aloud. It was by pure mistake, but in her defense she was still sleepy when she mentioned that it smelt like an Alpha rutting as she sat down at the table. Vegeta was absolutely mortified under the morbid curiosity of how she associated herself with that smell already. Most Betas knew the undercurrent smells translating that they needed to stay away, but unless they were in direct contact with an alpha, they couldn't know he was in heat.

Yamcha very nearly, possibly, did bend his fork sideways.

"She's right though," Vegeta had admitted. "Which is why you're all leaving. TODAY."

They hadn't known what to say to that, until Yamcha calmly grinned and declared they were all going on a mini vacation. Gohan was a smart cookie. He caught on really fast and tried not to stare at his little ones too much in silent awe that there could possibly be another one sooner than they thought. It also reminded him of how their two little ones came about and—yes, they were going on vacation promptly.

Two hours later, Bra, bags in hand and one hurled onto her backside, watched her father worriedly.

A firm grip on her shoulders alerted her to her brother and his attempt to drag her off quickly. "We can't stay. We've got to go."

"But—"

"Listen to your brother," Yamcha warned. He was in the kitchen doorway with Chloe in his arms babbling around the fingers tickling her cheeks in distraction. He had a couple of bags in hand as well, one of them a baby bag packed until it was near bursting. Yamcha didn't care what it looked like, as long as it held everything they might have needed. "He'll be fine. We won't in about five minutes."

Five minutes? Bra forced herself away from her perch and grabbed the bags sitting on the floor by her feet. Her heart sitting in her throat didn't serve to keep her still, rather, it helped her move that much faster out of the kitchen and out into the living room where everyone was abandoning the house. Pan was already out of the front door with Sierra close behind her, unnerved but mindful enough of Caleb settled against her. The little guy didn't know what the hell was going on, and his "mama" wasn't about to let him get a clue. Gohan was right behind them, ushering them out faster with gentle hands that tried desperately not to shake at the thought of what was going to happen.

When he was outside and in the sights of his mate shutting the door behind him, he fought not to blush.

"Is everyone out?" Yamcha called.

Everyone consisted of those who were living in the house behind them. Pan adjusted her backpack and Sierra handed Caleb over to Gohan in trade of a suitcase. Trunks was settled behind Bra looking on worriedly at the house, concerned but unwilling to think about the outcome of this just yet. It was beyond embarrassing, and she never wanted to think about her parents like that, let alone her father and Goku like that.

She was a teenager. Some things never needed to be elaborated on.

"Anyone know where Goten is?" Gohan asked.

"He's in town," Trunks said dismissively. "I already texted him about it. He knows not to come."

"Are you still—"

"Not really but…anyway, we should go. Right?"

The subject was dropped quickly in favor of leaving before they were subject to the sudden gravity of nature coming into fruition at its highest peak. No one in their little group was a stranger to what was going on, or what it entailed. Some of them had read about it, and the rest had the misfortune of having firsthand experience. While Yamcha was more than a little perturbed that Sierra had been on the witnessing end of something like this, she didn't need to see it again.

Watching an Alpha go into heat was nothing to be near.

"Seriously," he murmured taking on the lead role of leading them off of the property, "How in the hell did you manage to find yourself in that situation kiddo?"

Sierra's cheeks pinked up as she laughed nervously. "I didn't leave the house fast enough…and I hadn't realized mom was dating one until it was way too late. I kind of made it a point then to not be around when mom had company…"

Yamcha nodded, stalled long enough for her to reach his side and said, "All the more reason to leave faster." Sierra kept her laughter hidden and pretended like her father wasn't ushering her away even faster. He was possibly more annoyed that she was aware of her mother's "adventures in company" rather than her being near an Alpha. Alpha's tended to rut with anything that they could rut with, but bonded with omegas for breeding purposes. It wasn't so much a common practice now, but the basics of nature still stood true.

Pan rolled her eyes at them and didn't have to look at her own father to pick up the pace. She'd already seen them in the buff and had no intentions of reliving that. "So where are we going?"

"We're going to Chi-chi's for a couple of days," Gohan said. "She's been dying to see the babies."

"She could come over here more often you know."

"Not really, but I'll explain it later."

Pan's curious noise of question turned to one of surprise when she noticed another cruiser coming to land a short distance from where they were. Not many people knew they were here outside of her grandmother and mother, and now Krillin and his family as well. There was concern for it being a certain blue haired woman once more, but that quickly died alongside her somberness when the hatch opened and a certain doctor waved excitedly to a blushing but eager Trunks.

"What's Tyler doing here?" Bra asked.

"He's here to pick me up," Trunks said. He hefted his bags and jogged off, grinning as Tyler met him halfway and snatched one bag as well as a firm kiss. The soft press of hastily moistened lips tasting of coffee and the hint of candy he'd consumed before he arrived was heaven on his lips. Trunks fell into that welcome, parting only when air was necessary and even then didn't part more than a short distance to bring his lips to the corner of the doctor's smiling mouth.

Bra was at a slight loss. "Wait, when did this escalate into kissing?"

"They have been talking since the babies were born. You know that," Yamcha said when Trunks was too involved with Tyler to reply to Bra's question. "They've been essentially dating for two months."

"Two months of mainly phone calls and face-timing," Tyler agreed. Trunks snorted but went with the light kiss on his head as Tyler brought him closer with his free hand. "But I like him. I kind of wanna keep him."

"One date makes you want to keep me?" Trunks teased.

"No, that coffee made me want to keep you. The date affirmed it. Everything else is a bonus."

Bra wrinkled her nose at them. "Wait, where was I when all this was happening?"

"Probably asleep like the rest of us," Pan said. "Or buried in homework."

"All right, everyone in their respective cruisers so we can get a move on!" Yamcha declared. "If you forgot something, we'll deal with it later!"

A murmur of agreement rose as they headed for their modes of transportation. Trunks was the first one gone with Tyler lifting their respective cruiser quickly and efficiently away from the heavy scent of want that wasn't them. They had their own air to deal with, one that simmered more so when Tyler twined his hand in Trunks' and refused to let go. This was the second time they'd been in one another's company, the first being a date that in their heads, would never see the light of day. Sure, they would giggle about it and swear that they would never have such outrageousness gracing any of their dates if they could help it, but it really was something for them to keep to themselves and possibly continue in the privacy of someone's home.

Particularly Tyler's.

"Seriously," Tyler murmured as he shoved his cruiser to move faster than it should have, "My phone is off, I've been covered for the weekend, and I'm not doing anything that involves hospitals or family." He stared sideways at Trunks, eyes glittering with an undisguised want that set the purple head's cheeks aflame. "It's just you, and me, and the bed."

"…are you serious?"

"So. Fucking. Serious."

"We get to…I can't believe it. It's been so long!"

"I know. I'm so fucking excited right now I might explode."

Trunks dropped his head on Tyler's shoulder and nuzzled the firm muscle. "Is it too early to say I love you?" he asked. Tyler shook his head emphatically. "You're seriously…the best. Tell me you have everything ready."

"I have everything ready. Do you—"

"In my bag. I even brought an extra one."

"…we're still talking about taking a nap, right?"

"Hell yes!"

Tyler snatched a kiss from him. "Never leave me."

Trunks was seriously doubting it was possible.

They headed in the direction of the nearby city while Yamcha directed his cruiser towards the known residence of Chi-chi. The girls were chatting amongst themselves, the babies were secure in their seats, fed, clean, and happy, and Gohan was settled in his seat next to him. All was well in their little bubble and they took off before the unmistakable raw need building from the house below could start their journey anew and scar a couple of teens for life. Being around an Alpha like Goku in the midst of his rutting would only throw out pheromones Yamcha wasn't in the mood for and wasn't willing to repopulate his mate with. The two kids they have are enough right now, and if he was correct in his assumptions, there would be a new little one by this time next year.

And possibly another little one a year after that.

If Gohan wanted.

"Isn't four enough?"

Did he mutter that aloud? He did. He had to have. It was the only explanation as to why his mate was stifling his laughter unsuccessfully. "Pfft, NO," Yamcha growled playfully. "I want at least five. Six if I'm lucky."

"We'll discuss it after the twins turn one."

Two was a good age. Wait, did he say— "One? Seriously? You're serious?!"

Gohan blushed but he nodded, one hand reaching to slip into his mates while the other settled upon his flattened abdomen. "I don't know how long I'm going to be able to do this," he admitted, "And I'd like to have another…although if Vegeta conceives, I may not worry about it too much."

"Because there will be another baby in the house?"

"Because he's not a spring chicken, even though he doesn't look a day over thirty."

"Neither do you. I, on the other hand, have streaks of gray."

"But that makes you sexier."

"Doesn't it?"

The combined quiet gags of the girls did nothing to deter them from flirting like newlyweds. Theirs was a relationship that had seen its ways through some strange and unpredictable moments, but neither would change anything that happened. They had their babies, they had their grown daughters—one whom Yamcha no longer had to mourn silently for—and they had a mother in law who was waiting to spoil everyone rotten.

If they were lucky, they would be coming home to good news or very sated saiyans either of which was okay in their book.

He could hear the faint sounds of two cruisers flying off into the distance.

It was a little softer than his breathing, but still loud enough for him to hear over his own heart as he focused on pushing himself out of the bed and let his blood finally sing within the air. The running hot cold in his arms had him dizzy, but the push of that lovely scent gave him purpose and movement; he went with the rush of adrenaline in his legs and drunkenly followed his nose into the depths of the distorted living room washed from his eyes when they landed on what he thought to be a gift from the gods.

Stumbling into the entryway, the gold iris of his eyes focused on the lone body allowed within this space. Some piece of him—sensibility he would later realize—took that soft moment to focus on the onslaught of his senses and let the thundering blood in his head rush past his ears, into his chest and roll with the low rumble sitting deep within him. A stupid man tended to miss these moments…these soft seconds that rolled by like eons and were burned into the depths of his retinas and the memory that would rouse him in his dreams. A stupid man would have just run, claimed what was his, and missed the tension—the sweet hesitation of his heart and his weakening knees at the sight of his lover lain out before him a wanton mess that could barely breathe without them there in their arms and relishing the soft heady sounds of lust wrapped in the coils of unmistaken love.

Goku, was not a stupid man.

"Kakorrot…"

He was a heat drunken saiyan and liked to savor everything like a simpleton.

Lain out before him bare to the world, Goku kept his eyes upon Vegeta as his body moved of its own accord to circle the couch. Fingers that could crush windpipes and stone carefully traced the fabric of the sofa; the tips of his fingers tingled with the sensation of want and anticipation. Vegeta moaned softly; his hands gripping the sides of the pillow he laid on as he fought not to pay attention to the slick wetness between his thighs or the reddened cock lying heavy on his stomach. Every breath was like fire…the warm air rushing into his lungs was intensified and felt like ice when it would rush out of him and leave him salivating for relief. He wanted so badly to be touched by those fingers, to be ravaged and devoured until there was nothing left of him and the thought of that present cock straining upwards against the furred belly of his Alpha coming round to gaze at him drunkenly…

"Vegeta…"

He couldn't release that pillow. The fabric was starting to tear but he didn't give a shit about it because he couldn't release that pillow.

Goku stood over him, drinking in the muscular planes softened by Vegeta's submissive nature and the pliant need to be fucked senseless into whatever surface was available.

He barely registered the fangs in his mouth lengthening as he swooped down and stole those lips and drank from the fountain until they were breathless and heaving against one another's mouths. The slight slick of their lips parting did nothing but keep them connected; breath mingling as the strands thinned and barely had time to cool when Goku laved at his mouth. He'd done it before, but something about this time kept Vegeta on the edge of insanity, chasing that overly sensitized feeling and drowning in it when their lips collided. He didn't need air. He didn't need to breathe. The world was a white haze of overwhelming flames that fanned deep in his belly and made it so hard to obey the unspoken request to keep his hands to himself.

Goku pulled himself away with a wet pop, hands barely able to lift him as he shifted and covered his mate with sucking and biting kisses that left a marked trail downwards. From the shell of his reddened ears down to the firm collarbone and the soft supple skin too inviting to keep from laving in passing and parting, his lips tasted and teased until they happened upon the swollen risen flesh slightly pink beneath the natural brown of his nipples. They were too inviting not to taste; too forthcoming with the state of their arousal and doing nothing to steer hungry lips away from them. A soft lick perked the right one more, the taste of it sweet. Fingers danced on the left nipple, twisting gently but firmly enough to simulate the pressure of being drawn in like the right when Goku could no longer stand the urge to feast.

Vegeta bucked in his embrace, hands flying from the pillow to land in Goku's hair as the Alpha took his fill.

The wet squelch between his legs was louder than he thought when he squeezed his legs together.

His Alpha smirked against the nipple between his lips, nipping at the swollen bud. He released his chest with a parting lick and kissed the skin over his thudding heart.

"Open."

It was amazing and scary how one word managed to unravel it all. There was no resistance during a heat—omegas were insatiable creatures that could not function until their heat-addled brains were no longer seeking the companionship of one's cock into whatever orifice needed them most. Vegeta wasn't like most omegas. Once, he could easily say no to the best of them and wander off to take care of himself.

Now, however, the gentle tapping on his legs and the mental tap on his heart had him obeying without hesitation. His legs tumbled open with the cool air soothing against his heated cunt throbbing with the familiar ache to be taken and filled and stretched by something. Had it been last year, he would have already been riding himself senseless on his fingers or whatever toy would sate him for the moment. The fakeness of it never did much for him other than to scratch that itch for a few moments at a time and irritated him more than sated any piece of him that screamed to be taken. There was no denying the buried longing for companionship for those brief seconds of time when he could think straight in-between blinding moments of fire in his loins. Before, that would have been attributed as a weakness and the "prince" persona he'd wrapped around himself would have berated him before giving into the urge to find whoever was available.

This year, he didn't have to look for someone. That someone had coming looking for him, fed up with his own ignorance of the elephant in the proverbial room and more than willing to do what it took to gain what was his from the start. It had taken Vegeta more than a while to come to terms with himself and what his heart wanted, but now that he was grounded and caught by the Alpha slowly slipping his fingers down the length of his red shaft and down to dip playfully into the folds of his wet pussy, he didn't have to ever worry about being alone or taking care of himself again. Goku was a simple person, simpleminded in the fact that what was his was his and would stay his until there was nothing left of either of them. Vegeta felt his heart skip every time he thought about it. No one would have done that for him once.

He didn't give a flying fuck about the wail coming from his lips as he rocked down on the familiar fingers slipping into his heated cunt and soaking up what his alpha was doing to him. Alpha, Beta, or Omega, it was damn good and he would be happy going out just like this. It wasn't more than a teasing dip into the heated waters and it did nothing but fan the fires when Goku slipped his fingers free and licked them clean.

Goku's nostrils flared at the ripe scent and taste of his mate.

Vegeta opened his legs further.

Goku couldn't wait anymore.

"…shit."

He was a male that liked nothing more than to play his mate into a crescendo and send him out on a high that usually left him blacked out. Vegeta more than welcomed it, enamored and amazed by the consideration of his pleasure before Goku's own. This time, however, left them both cursing openly and at the ceiling, unable to keep that fire within them from burning outward and sending them into the pits of it. Goku yanked his mate upwards, falling backward and settling against the cushions as Vegeta's legs flew on either side of his lap and settled onto the prominent cock pulsing in time to his heartbeat.

Goku's fingers were clenching on his hips, his cock nestled between those slick folds and pressed against the base of Vegeta's cock and the whole of his clit. He shivered, thrusting up once to make the smaller saiyan whine and fall pliantly into his arms with only his knees to brace him. He had a good view of the supple but firm ass he'd been acquainted with since he could remember; having to stare at Vegeta in those damn spandex suits before this had been a nightmare that usually had him fucking up into his hands at night and waiting for THIS. He smoothed his hands over those mounds, teasing and rubbing and smacking them lightly as they pushed against his hands in an effort to move closer to his touch. He squeezed, chuckling, slipping his hands downward a little more to tug and spread a little more than just those cheeks. He was drenched and dripping openly, the moisture running down his quivering thighs and droplets of it falling onto his cock seeming to aim itself where it so desperately wanted to be.

"…are you sure?" The last remaining sensible piece of him shoved itself upwards to force Goku to look his mate in the eye and demand a sure answer. No matter how many heats they had or how many times they ended up like this, he was never going to violate Vegeta's absolute choice on the matter, and if that meant keeping his rutting to other places, he could and would live with that. "We don't…have to do that."

The omega shoved his face into the crook of his alpha's neck and bite softly against the juglar in invitation.

Vegeta wasn't sure what happened after that.

All he remembered was the joyous feeling of that teasing beast of a cock slipping down and pushing forward, the slight burn a quick nuisance that gave way to immense pleasure, and then he was pressed into the couch and rocking his hips up to the wet slick sounds of their joining; Goku pressing deep and hard and filling him over and over with guttural grunts that were amplified by the rough slap of skin against skin and the initial gush of slick when Goku angled his hips just so and forcibly had Vegeta's eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fought not to scream any louder.

Legs high and being spilt pleasurably in two by that fat monster trying to dig itself deeper with every thrust, Vegeta let the motions take him to the edge of a place he hadn't been before. He'd been dead, and he'd been resurrected, but there was nothing in heaven comparable to this feeling of whited out bliss that made it hard to breathe and incapable to live without. He let himself be immersed in it, so much so that he didn't notice Goku starting to slow down until the bigger saiyan grunted and stared down between them.

"…are you…getting tighter?!"

Vegeta blinked up blearily at him. If anything…he was an open loose mess that felt like it was being stretched by a pole. "You're fucking HUGE," he panted, "And I don't care! JUST DON'T STOP!"

It seemed to be the right thing to say, and Vegeta gave himself a mental pat on the back for it when Goku readjusted himself and surged back into his rutting and angling himself to push deeper than before. The omega in him salivated at it, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth as he watched that massive red cock disappear into the depths of his wet cunt. The incessant pull of something kept tugging at him, some urge he couldn't define or name…

"Oh…FUCK…"

…not until he realized much too late when the base of Goku's dick caught on the rim of his hole and stayed where it was. That bereft feeling that always lingered before…that feeling of incompleteness whenever he lay with another male or tried to bury it in self-satisfaction…it was clear now. He understood WHY now.

His body would not go another moment without gaining the satisfaction of what it had discovered.

The omega in him was screaming for it and Vegeta scrambled to get it before his Alpha could stop.

He quickly grabbed Goku with his legs and flipped them back over, sinking down fully and rocking hard against the fullness. Goku couldn't do much more than groan openly at the surge of sudden want that made him speechless and had him growling when his mate gave into instinct. There was no give between them, no pull that made their coupling any more intense, but the rise of his blood and the crippling urge to grab that body sitting heavily and rocking rapidly on his cock had Goku shoving his hips upward just a bit more. The slight shove did its job; his mate wailed and fell forward, hands braced on either side of his head on the back of the couch and vulnerable to the onslaught of the Alpha's claiming bite.

The pain mingled with the sudden flash of pleasure numbing his backside had Vegeta seeing the whites of his eyes as his legs trembled and everything tightened.

Goku bit down harder, the blood seeping into his fangs as he emptied himself into that pulsing warmth drenching his cock when he grabbed those delectable hips and gave one final thrust.

Vegeta collapsed on top of his mate, panting heavily as his limbs decided on a generalized "fuck you" and quit working. He couldn't feel anything past the pleasant and slightly sore throb of his pussy milking the heated monster coating the inside of him in what he could call copious amounts. He didn't need to hold himself up anyhow. Goku had taken on that task, arms wrapped around his waist and falling to lie on his back with Vegeta secure in his embrace.

They couldn't do much more than just lie there.

The fog that was this sudden mindless heat lifted momentarily and had Goku staring down at the smaller saiyan purring in deep satisfaction.

"Did you know—"

"Nope…didn't know," Vegeta panted softly. "But I…figured it out. Feels good…"

"Feels fucking fantastic on my end too…but…how—"

"Don't know, don't care…just go with it like we do everything else around here." He patted his mate on the shoulder, the ache in his own sweet and probably covered in blood. The solidity of their bond was present and felt, making the smile twisting his lips sincere as he looked up to the amused and slightly baffled face of his Alpha. "We've got the house to ourselves for…about a week. We'll talk about it later…in like ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Goku lifted his hips a bit and shivered when Vegeta licked his lips. "You keep squeezing me like that and it will be five."

Vegeta went with it and the mind numbing aftershocks of his orgasm, ignoring the deep heat that planted itself at the base of his womb and falling into the kiss that did nothing for them but rekindle the spark that drove them to fuck furiously on the couch and wonder about buying another one before the week was out.

Everything else would be thought about later.

*hands out fans*

That up there will be a bit ( a lot ) more graphic later. Sorry for the delays, but I'm not giving up on this. I'm just trying to get my life straight. (HA!)