Notes: Slash. M/M. Sex eventually. *Pretty much all the time for the next couple of chapters * Mpreg. Chi-Chi bashing. AU, I guess. *isn't all fan fiction AU?*
Oh, and I don't own them. Of course I don't, or I would be rich.
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Morning broke, and Goku landed in back of the Capsule Corp building to find Bulma sitting on the bench, mouth bruised, grimace of pain on her face as she tried to sit on a cushion without hurting herself.
"Bulma," he said, stepping toward her. He saw her eyes, and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. "I'm so sorry." Even more than she could realize, because he had known—in a way—that this would happen. Because he had known Trunks was Vegeta and Bulma's son, and he hadn't even thought to warn her.
"It's okay, Goku. He didn't make me do anything." She took a sip of coffee. "How's Chichi."
"How'd you…" Then it dawned on him that Vegeta probably found him last night. Because Vegeta was the only one that would be able to find him. The ki signatures of their children were atoned to both parents. "She's fine I guess." Then he looked at Bulma again, and with a great sigh he told her the truth: "You're pregnant. Remember Trunks? Well, he was your son. Your and Vegeta's son."
"Go find him," she said, "Figure out what's wrong. Fix it."
Goku nodded. That's what he did; fix things that were broken or wrong. He kissed Bulma and picked her up, cradled her in his arms. "I'm going to take you to Dende and let him heal you," he said, "Then I'll find Vegeta."
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Vegeta was once again in the damn clearing, with the damn little spring, and lying there in the underbrush was that damn piece of damn orange clothe that had started this whole damn thing. He paced back and forth, felt filthy for turning on his mate. Tried to scrub away the feeling in the brook, failed, and paced until his legs hurt, until he realized he was grinding his teeth. But the same thoughts always came. He had betrayed Kakarot, more severely than the man had him, because he specifically told Kakarot to go find someone else. So he had. Vegeta was the one to blame for that. Because he'd turned out his mate, told him that he was filth for submitting, called him an idiot. Apparently caused enough pain for Goku to explode in power the likes of which no one had ever seen before.
Then Goku was there, just like that, standing at his side like an orange tree. Vegeta looked at him. Felt pride and relief war for dominance in him, and found that he was too tired not to give in. Too tired to keep resisting, to keep hating everything that Goku was or wanted. Too damn tired to remember his father's angry words that cursed him as a coward, a fool and an idiot. Too tired to do anything but slide into Goku's arms, rest his head on Kakarot's chest and listen to the heartbeat.
Goku's hand was in his hair. "Bulma's pregnant," he said, "Trunks was your son."
Vegeta didn't have the energy to object, to be angry or sad or regretful. He didn't even have the energy to growl because he could smell that bitch harpy all over his mate. He felt the words in his chest, but he couldn't say them, couldn't tell Kakarot he was sorry. So he did what he could, purred, kissed the neck in front of him, nuzzled the warm skin there. That was enough, they were Saiyans, they understood each other, what it meant. And Goku shook his head, picked Vegeta up, wrapped the Prince around him like he was a child, and carried them over to the stream.
Goku set Vegeta on the bank and slid into the water, wrinkled his nose. "I smell like Chichi," he said. Then he sighed. "Why?" he asked, "Why is it filth?"
Vegeta considered it. Felt that part of him that everyone hated rise up, demand that it was filth because it was wrong. But he was too tired to feel that rage, pride and indignation. "I don't know," he said. In that moment, at least, he honestly didn't know why it was filth, why he had said that Kakarot, why he wanted so badly to defeat the man.
"I wouldn't have done it," Goku said, "Not if you never wanted me to."
Vegeta only nodded, felt too tired to speak. Kakarot stepped back out of the water, dried his clothes and his skin in a flash of ki and picked the Prince up again, carried him back to the trees and curled them up there, in the sunshine and the warmth, and wrapped his tail around Vegeta's waist. Then he started to purr, and tightened his arms around the Prince.
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Whether or not Vegeta considered Goku's desire to be filth, he was well acquainted with the grittier details. Being in Freiza's army—which was almost entirely male—tended to teach an individual things they would never have learned otherwise. Just look at the Ginyu force.
Vegeta woke up in Kakarot's arms, looked at the little smile on his sleeping face, listened to the deep purr in his chest, and realized that despite himself, Vegeta cared about him. Cared more for Kakarot than he had ever cared for anything. Not because he hated him or he was jealous of him, but because Kakarot was something he could never have been, and every moment he spent with the man was a reminder that the Saiyans did not die. Would not die. Not as long as Kakarot was there. Because Goku would not die, would not give up, would never let the universe forget that Saiyans lived.
Vegeta slid away, snorted as he smelled the omnipresent haze of lust, and very quietly flew away to find a few necessary requirements. Vegeta very rarely carried money. People very rarely stopped him when he flew into their store and took whatever he wanted. Clerks just were not paid enough to stand in the way of an angry looking flying man. So he managed to escape the store without a single person really seeing what he had gone in there to get. And he made it all the way back to Goku without even berating himself on what he was doing. It wasn't until he looked at the sleeping Saiyan that shame rose in him again, and he felt his pride reminding him why he'd called this filth. But he shoved that away as he stripped out of his clothes. Decision made, there was no alternative but proceeding with all his ability. After steeling himself against embarrassment, and remind himself that he was doing this because he cared for his mate and wanted his mate to be happy, he broke the seal on the tube he'd stolen and pressed a generous amount on his fingers.
He was very glad that the baka continued to sleep as he reached down—also, he spared a moment to thank Saiyan's supernatural ability to bend in odd positions—and pressed one finger into his body. A tiny spear of pain, but mostly it was just damned odd that he was even doing it. Then another finger, and he spread them, hissed when he felt the unnatural stretch, ignored it, and pushed in another finger. After sleeping with a naked Kakarot for two and half months he was more than acquainted with the man's considerable physical attributes. One more finger. It stopped feeling so weird, actually felt a little nice. Then he pulled his fingers out, and moved closer to Kakarot, started purring and pulled the man's legs out of the curl. Untied the pants, slipped them down. Smiled happily that even asleep his mate responded to him. Used more than an adequate amount of lube, and Goku woke up when Vegeta wrapped his slippery hands around him. Black eyes stared straight at Vegeta as he—for the very first time ever—sank down onto Kakarot's erection.
The realization burst inside of Vegeta, that his fingers were nothing in comparison to this. But Goku's hands were on his hips, tight as vice grips, and there came a growl from him that made Vegeta shiver. Once he was fully seated, he panted, felt the pain and the pleasure, and then looked at Goku.
"Wow," was what the monstrously large Saiyan said.
Vegeta blushed. He felt it, from his chest to the tip of his forehead, he felt the blood rise, cursed himself and his stupid skin, and then Goku sat up, changed the angle of his erection inside of Vegeta—which in turn made pleasure spike—and kissed him. Kissed him hard enough to bruise his mouth, ran his hands everywhere on the Prince, pinched his nipples, stroked him and petted him, but didn't move inside him.
"Kakarot," Vegeta growled, "You're not just supposed to sit there."
Goku laughed, pushed him down so his back was pressed to the dirt, and looked down at him. "What do you want?" he asked. He wrapped Vegeta's legs around his chest, pressed his hands into the ground on either side of the Prince's head.
Staring straight into the black eyes above him, Vegeta said two words: "Fuck me."
Goku kissed him again and pulled out, bit down on his lip and pushed back in. Vegeta arched under him, dug his fingers into the warm flesh of Goku's back. Took satisfaction to feel blood well under his fingers. He would mark him just like Goku had Vegeta.
Goku moved from his mouth to the juncture of neck and shoulder and sank his teeth in. He sucked at Vegeta's blood as he pushed in and out of him. Felt the ki around them spiking, smelled the most terrific smell as the two of them battled in yet another way. Vegeta rubbed his erection against Goku's stomach.
Vegeta bit back the curses that threatened to fall from his lips as he realized Goku was moving yet faster, and that he was probably far closer to coming than he was. In fact, just as Vegeta started to really like it, just as it started to send sparks all through his body and make his toes curl, the oversized Saiyan shuddered, pulled his teeth out of Vegeta's skin and kissed him again, nuzzled his neck. Pulled out of his body, pushed Vegeta's legs back down, and without moving away from his neck, sank down on Vegeta.
"Geta," he said into Vegeta's neck, "More."
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Sorry to end the chapter unusually short, but I figured, that pretty much sums up that chapter. Besides you guys didn't want another lemon, did you?
Gk: Hahahahahahahahaha! I got to be on top!
Vegeta: Ow.
Gk: Yeah me! Yeah me!
Vegeta: Whatever.