I was only kidding about the cliffhanger. The real scary almost off the wall cliffhanger comes in the next two chapters………I think.
DISCLAIMER: I am too tired of this bullshit to care. I know I don't own it, you know I don't own it (who else do I have to say it for?)
Vegeta sniffed the air at the entrance to Goku and Jessenia's apartment. Goku's scent was lingering but he could tell the other Saiya-jin wasn't in. He even reached a little for his ki and could tell only Jessenia and the twins were in the apartment. He didn't know why he was suddenly eager to see them and made to turn away. The door was ripped open suddenly and Jessenia stood there, holding one baby and the other on the floor in its car seat by her foot and they were both wailing.
He smirked and took the baby out of her arm, cradling and cooing at her while using his other arm to move the car seat child away from the door. He walked into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation and definitely not needing one.
"Where the hell have you been-," she began yelling but then noticed what he was doing to the baby. Slowly but surely, Kakarotta's lids fell from some sort of lullaby that Vegeta was singing softly in another language. The small dark haired girl wasn't even conscious to her twin's crying, as she was being lured by Vegeta's voice. The baby's wailing in the car seat tempered down as the whole atmosphere of the house calmed.
"Where's her rocking seat?" he suddenly asked. Even Jessenia was being lulled in by the soothing tone of the man's voice.
"Oh. Here." She brought over the other car seat and he placed her in it as he began rocking it slowly with his foot. Kakarotta was down for the count as her brother was picked up and rocked slowly to sleep as well with the same lullaby. Vegito was a little harder to convince, as his resolve was high and mighty in trying to stay awake. At least the little monster had stopped crying and was listening to Vegeta's voice. Within five minutes, he too was fast asleep, a scowl on his face for losing the battle.
As he placed the other infant in his car seat, he sat back and rocked each child, noticing the effect his humming had on the mother as well.
"You haven't been sleeping well?"
She scowled, without opening her eyes or sitting up, at how smooth his voice sounded even though she was tired. "No, asshole. I haven't been sleeping well." Her accent was thick in half sleep. She turned and cradled herself in his slowly rocking lap, promising herself to yell at him when she woke up. "You don't have to be anywhere important right now, do you?"
He grinned and sent a harmless ki blast to close the door. "Nope."
Jessenia followed her kids in their dream world as Vegeta grabbed his stuff to search through and read a book.
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"It's here. He painted it about three months ago and brought it to me for interpretation. The kids were shocked at first but understanding like me when they heard my logic."
"What does it look like?"
"I'll let you see."
She went to her closet and opened the door, grabbing the heavy canvas with no trouble. "He asked me to frame it so he could sell but I want to keep it. However, the decision is mainly up to you." Climatically, she turned the picture and waited for Goku's clichéd gasp. The picture was beautiful to her and once he got past its intended view, she knew he would love it too.
Goku was in shock. The picture itself wasn't what made him gasp. It was absolutely beautiful. According to the Saiya-jin, it wasn't even Vegeta's style but it was obvious the man painted it because his signature was scrawled in the corner. The background had the obviousness of Vegeta-sei (which, according to Bulma, was their home planet), but it melted into Earth's atmosphere, having the cool blues and whites that signified a peaceful day. The park was green and lush, with exotic flowers Goku had never seen before and some he could recognize. In the background were two men, one shorted than the other, holding hands and had their heads close together, even though there was a height difference. In the foreground, however, it was every obvious as to who those men were.
Vegeta and Goku were locked in an intimate embrace, only their shoulder tops showing but it was enough to assume. Goku had one hand in the back of Vegeta's head; cradling his mouth upward was reaching for his prince's lips. Vegeta had one hand splayed across Goku's bare upper chest, one thumb disappearing at the end of the portrait. His smirk was priceless; it spoke of wonders to come and many naughty deeds of the past. It was obvious the two were lovers as one huge passion mark scored the flesh of each tightly corded neck. Instinctively, Goku knew what that meant, and, looking at the picture, wanted it badly.
"I know it's-," Bulma began when Goku still had not said anything.
"Exquisite," he whispered, and kneeled to get a better look.
"You like it?" she asked surprised.
Goku ran his hands over the surface, wanting to catch every brushstroke that made this wonderful painting. "I love it[SES1] ."
Bulma sighed, glad he liked it but also knowing what that meant. "So you want to keep it?"
Goku looked up at her as though just remembering she was there. "Do you mind?"
"A little. This is one of Vegeta's best works and I'm a little upset over having to give it away."
Goku snatched his hand back as though burned. "If you want to keep it-,"
"No, Goku. You are the rightful owner."
Goku nodded and kneeled down to examine the portrait again. He was so enraptured by each color and scene that made the painting but then took in the whole picture itself. Vegeta painting this had to mean something. "How long ago did he paint this?" he asked without looking up.
"About three months ago," she repeated, "Why?"
Three months ago would be not long before the twin's birth. As a matter of fact, if Goku did his calculations right, Vegeta painted this on the twin's birthday! "Did he bring it up to you immediately?"
"No. Sometimes, he forgets that he paints things. That's how far it sweeps into him. He loves letting it capture him, just like he loves getting buried in his work and training. If he wasn't out delivering someone's baby, he was training to make himself more toned. If he wasn't doing that, he was painting. If he wasn't doing that, he was in school and if he wasn't doing that," she shrugged and rolled her eyes. "He was probably doing something that is a regular part of nature."
"Like eating, sleeping-,"
"Like fucking, eating, and sleeping."
Goku raised his eyebrow at her vernacular but stayed shut. Bulma observed him for a few seconds more before asking him the question that was seriously pressuring her:
"Do you like him, Goku?"
Goku glanced at her but said nothing.
"Do you?" she pressed.
"As a friend."
"But you're not offended by this picture?"
"Not at all, Bulma."
Bulma raised an eyebrow and smirked at the Saiya-jin. Goku apparently wasn't a good liar because his excitement at seeing the picture was obvious and easy to see. The man was obsessed already with the painting and almost seemed scared to touch it for fear he may be dragged into the prince's world. Too late, Bulma realized something it would take a while for either Saiya-jin to take notice of. They may think they were merely infatuated with one another now but it was obvious to anyone with eyes they loved one another.
As that thought encompassed her mind, Goku stood abruptly. "I can put this in my truck now?"
"Yes, of course. Trunks'll help you."
"It's all right. I'll manage." Goku put the cover back on the painting and carried it out. Behind him, Bulma's voice trailed.
"Don't be afraid to visit, Goku! When he's not doing all those other things, he's here with the kids and talking to me about something!"
Goku didn't understand, he thought as he put the painting in the truck bed with effort, how in between working, fucking, eating, and sleeping he could find time to talk to his ex-wife?
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Two hours later, Vegeta tried to stand but was stayed by Jessenia's unconscious hand. He was doing something he hadn't meant to do. Ever since he left that day three months ago, the idiot Saiya-jin had been plaguing his thoughts to no end. Sometimes, he even woke up with a woody out this world. He'd finally come to a solution after he'd taken three girls home one night and fucked all of them in every conceivable position and couldn't get off.
He was going to fuck the man until he did.
He'd sugarcoat him with flowers, candy, and soft words. And then finally, he'd be able to satisfy Goku and himself. Homosexuality was never an option when Vegeta was younger and with Bulma. He also didn't want either of his children going through it. But now…his dick was demanding something else.
He guessed he'd have to go back on everything he'd ever taught.
Jessenia turned away from his lower stomach and curled upon his knees, mumbling something under her breath.
"Goku…I love you," she whispered.
Vegeta wanted to growl under his breath. How dare his Goku go about fucking this human? Humans were dirty, nasty, and they were truly emotional. He did growl then and went to push her off his lap when he eyes landed on Kakarotta and Vegito. His eyes softened and he moved Jessenia tenderly, remembering that no matter how repulsive humans were, they did produce some wonderful things.
He stood and stretched, cracking the kinks out of his back and rolling his shoulders a few times to loosen up. His stomach growled lightly and he snorted in laughter, briefly wondering when was the last time he'd eaten.
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Goku pulled up to the apartment complex and sighed. He knew what was to come and even if he didn't, the kids' wails were something to be expected. He stepped out of the car, his eyes landing on a red sports Neon parked in his usual parking space. In the back of his mind, he thought the vehicle looked familiar but thought nothing of it as he grabbed the painting from his truck.
As his fingers molded around the frame, he began thinking of where he was going to put it in the building, knowing that it was going to be put up regardless. He whistled as he entered the building, not noticing the bold license plate on the car.
BEJIITA…
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The smells coming from the kitchen enticed Jessenia's nose, as she wasn't used to Goku cooking unless he felt like it. Even then, his food would have a certain touch to it that flavored the air, kind of like her Hispanic foods. But this time, the food was downright…seductive with something she couldn't place. White puffs of smoke came every few minutes as she watched the shadow in the kitchen work and pots jangled. Her nostrils flared and her mouth began to water. She checked on her children, who were still fast asleep, and padded into the kitchen, eager to see who and what was cooking.
She saw Vegeta at the stove, his hair pulled back, and his pants half unbuttoned from the heat of the kitchen. The best part was, the pants were the only things he wore. Jessenia completely lost control over her saliva glands as she looked at the delectable sight. Hearing someone gasp, Vegeta turned around and saw Jessenia, staring at him as though he were the food.
"I'm making a meal fit for three Saiya-jin because I didn't know how much you'd eat."
"Jessenia, I'm home!" they heard from the living room. The door closed quietly and heavy steps started toward the kitchen. "Something smells good!" He walked into the kitchen with something large in his hands and his eyes widened when they landed on Vegeta. He licked his lips and sniffed the air to distract himself. "Um, whatcha cookin', Vegeta?"
"Food, Kakarott."
He laughed nervously as he saw Jessenia wasn't letting up staring at the two of them. She glanced at each man as though they were food…and she had no problem with devouring either. "I can see that. What exactly is it?"
Vegeta grinned and turned away, lifting one of the pot lids. "I want to see if your nose and tell me."
Goku completely dropped the painting and moved towards the stove because if his nose was telling him right, Vegeta was cooking his favorite meal. Just before he reached the pot, Vegeta held him back with a forearm and took delight in the look on the Saiya-jin's face. "Tell me what it is and I'll let you have a taste."
Goku sniffed heavily at the steam and started to sweat with not being able to reach it; also, the heat in the tiny kitchen wasn't helping any. "It's…" sniff, "it's…" sniff, "it's orange chicken in tomato sauce with baked on mozzarella and fried Wong noodles and…and," Vegeta lifted the other pot lid while placing the chicken lid down, "wild rice with…with…" Goku sniffed harder as the prince lifted another pot lid, "steamed vegetables while having…having…" Vegeta didn't lift the last lid but waited for Goku to identify it, "fried plantains! Ooooooo!" He reached around the smaller man but just couldn't seem to get to it. "Vegeta, please," he begged.
Jessenia was silent throughout this whole exchange and she tried to get a hold of her spit while each item was being said. Now she knew she had to help Vegeta or he'd never get to finish the huge meal. He gripped Goku's left bicep and dragged him out the kitchen with all her might.
She managed to get to the doorway before Goku promptly reached back for something and was dragged the rest of the way. She slammed the door to the kitchen, jerking awake the twins and as the symphony of wails started, she began yelling:
"Goddamnit, Goku! From the way you were looking in there I'd say you would devour everything including Vegeta!"
She bent to pick up Vegito as Goku made a face and went for Kakarotta. The kitchen door slammed open as an angry prince walked in wearing nothing but pants and boots while waving a Wisk menacingly in the air.
"I put those babies to sleep and the first thing you do is wake them!"
"I don't know who you think you are young man," Jessenia picked up.
"I come in your home trying to be nice-," Vegeta went on.
"But I'll tell you one thing! You are not groan and neither do you solitarily own this house!"
"And cook food for you two and all you do is cause chaos!"
Throughout this, Goku rocked Kakarotta and then Vegito until they were quiet and just looking at the two raving adults. Goku let them yell for about two more minutes before he snapped.
"Will you two shut the fuck up so I could get some rest?" he yelled. A succinct click told him both mouths had closed. "Now," he said calmer, "Jessenia, feed your children and Vegeta, cook."
The prince's face turned dark red before Jessenia pushed him into the kitchen, trying to avoid more conflict. She opened her shirt and bent down to her children as Goku picked up his painting and went in his training room. The door slammed, thus ending all conversation.
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