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Silence and darkness filled the room, the silence breaking now and again when one of the two lovers took in a deep breath, still in a deep sleep. But the darkness, too, was broken when light from the outside reflected through light white curtains and into the room. Pitch black faded to hazy, then to twilight until the whole room was bathed in a soft light.
Goku stirred, his face contorting in displeasure as light reflected through the curtains and into his eyes. Slowly, after a fruitless attempt at turning away from the light, his eyes fluttered open to the new day. Goku didn't know why, but for some reason, he slept far better that night than he had any other he could remember of.
It's strange, he thought. But just as he was about to get up, he felt something stirring against his stomach. He looked down to see a head of auburn flames, gently swaying under the breeze of his breath. Goku paused all his actions for a second as images from the previous night clouded his mind. Images of the prince lying sprawled out over the bed, moaning sensually while Goku pleasured him floated across the wires of his brain. It seemed all like a dream now that he thought back, and he almost believed it. Demo, if Vegeta wasn't here right now… he thought as he looked down again.
Goku watched Vegeta sleeping, admiring the utterly adorable face of his beloved. He had to admit that when Vegeta was asleep, he was far more beautiful than awake. But he knew that was only because Vegeta was relaxed. Purring happily, Goku wrapped his arms around his lithe ouji and held him close, as though he were afraid something was going to steal him away from him.
Mine! He thought, both possessively and happily. Goku could not believe that Vegeta was now his. And I am his…forever. Goku looked down at Vegeta, speaking to him as though he were awake. "I promise, my ouji," he whispered. "I'll never, ever leave you! Chichi can come back if she wants to, but I'm not going to take her back. You are more than she ever was to me. You were my reason for living on. I may not have known that then, but I know it now. I love you, Vegeta." He smiled down at his ouji, who was still playing in the land of dreams. Gently, he caressed Vegeta's face before planting a soft kiss on his lips and getting out of bed. I'm kinda hungry after last night, he thought with a grin on his face. And I think Vegeta is hungry, too. Goku frowned to himself as he pulled over his robe. But I can't cook…I know that all too well. I don't know what Vegeta will think if I mess up like the first time I tried to cook dinner for him, but I sure as hell don't want a remake of that! Then, it hit Goku. Of course! The first time he slept over! I know JUST what to make! With that, Goku skipped happily out the bedroom, glancing one last time at the small figure still fast asleep under the thin sheet before hurrying to the kitchen.
Vegeta tossed over, feeling rather cold and alone. One minute, there was this pleasant warmth lying next to him, cradling him as he snuggled closer and then…it faded away into cool sheets. He didn't know what this warmth he was looking for was, but he needed it. Feeling rather frustrated, he slowly opened his eyes to the world, glancing around the room with a confused frown. This wasn't his room, he was certain. Not only did the bed feel differently placed, but also the whole room temperature was somehow…different. And the air…Vegeta could smell something that seemed to have a link to the previous night, but he couldn't figure out what.
It smells strong, he thought. Almost, lustful. Animalistic…Saiyan…s…Vegeta's eyes widened as he realised what that scent was and sat bolt upright in bed. Sex. The air in this room smelt strongly of sex. And two other scents told him that it wasn't two complete strangers. It was…it was Kakarot and I… he thought. That thought pleased him…a lot. But he didn't have time to enjoy the thought of him and Goku, as he found that Goku wasn't in bed with him. That explains the coolness… he thought as he touched the empty spot where Goku's body had been lying. He paused, his fingertips lingering on the soft sheets. Demo…if Kakarot was here…He paused as his heart started to beat faster. Doko…doko ni no? He looked around frantically, searching for some hidden clue indicating where his new mate was. But he found none.
Tears welled up in his eyes before he could stop them and the rising feeling in his chest only helped it to heave up and down frantically in search of breath. He didn't want to think it, but it seemed like the only possible thing at that moment.
He…he left me. He thought as tears streaked down his face. After last night…he left me! Vegeta felt angry and upset. He knew it was still probably his hormones, but if last night did happen…he shivered at the thought of being left all alone. Kakarot, how could you do this to me! He wailed in thought as he flung himself back into the bed, curling up and letting the tears run down his face. He knew he was being just a tad emotional…okay, so maybe 'tad' wasn't exactly the word, but he just couldn't help himself.
Just as he was about to cry out, he felt a hand sit gently on his back. Vegeta's body tensed as he feared the worst. But, to his surprise, that touch remained soft and was accompanied by a gentle voice.
"'Geta?" it was Goku. "Are you awake?" Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. Goku's voice!
That means…Vegeta smiled joyously into the pillow, but he kept his head buried. "Hai, Kakarot. I'm awake." He said. "Can you let me lay for a little while? I'm still a bit tired."
"Okay." He heard Goku say before the hand left his back. He listened to Goku walk out the room, the pads of his feet tapping against the shiny wooden floors, before turning onto his back and smiling happily.
He DIDN'T run away!
Half an hour later, Goku and Vegeta sat on that same spot where they first ate breakfast together. Goku had to carry Vegeta out as Vegeta was still feeling a little sore after the night's adventure, but he didn't mind. In fact, he was rather pleased about having to carry the black robed ouji to his spot by the lake. Vegeta also felt rather comfortable. It didn't feel like the morning after he and Bulma had sex, as he somehow couldn't look her in the eye. But Goku was a different matter. Goku mattered. And the way they sat was different as well. Vegeta sat between Goku's legs as he ate, back resting against his chest.
I wonder what I would have thought if I saw this scene when I first sat here. He wondered. I may not have wanted to stay with Kakarot if I knew that this would happen, but now that it has, I'm very happy. Vegeta wriggled up closer to Goku, munching happily on his museli.
Goku had already finished and was now watching Vegeta as he ate. Privately, he pondered on why he hadn't noticed the ouji's good looks, but he realised that during that point in time, Vegeta was supposed to be an enemy. But even then, Goku had to admit he was rather attracted, even if Vegeta was trying to kill him. He smiled as he, too, looked out onto the smooth, glassy water of the lake. He was feeling better than he had in months, and he knew that it was all because of Vegeta.
"Hora, Kakarot." Goku looked down into the deep abyss of Vegeta's dark eyes. "Could you please pass the juice?" Goku smiled sweetly as he stretched out to his left and grabbed the glass of mango juice.
Just over a year ago, I would never have thought that I'd ever hear Vegeta say 'please'. He thought as he watched his ouji slowly sip the milky orange liquid. Then again…over a year ago, I would never have dreamed that I could find someone so perfect.
Vegeta finished his drink and propped the glass between his legs, lifting his head up to gaze at the clear azure sky. A smile graced his lips as he felt the warmth of Goku radiating into his back and he snuggled deeper, silently asking for the warmth to spread. It was granted as Goku wrapped his arms around his ouji, nuzzling his nose into the auburn locks that belonged to Vegeta. They sat in silence for a while, silent words floating between them as they enjoyed one another's company. Finally, Vegeta broke the silence.
"Kakarot,"
"Hmm?" Goku asked as he looked down at Vegeta. Vegeta remained stationary, looking forward as though he were contemplating on a question.
"Do you…do you have any regrets?" Goku's smile fizzled off his face as he blinked confusedly.
"Nani? What do you mean, 'Geta?" he asked curiously. Vegeta took in a deep breath.
"I mean, do you have any regrets about…about…" he hesitated. He wasn't really sure of what Goku was thinking at this point in time, but all he wanted to know was if Goku felt the same so that he could bury his doubt and insecurity.
"Last night?" Goku finished for him. Vegeta remained quiet for a while, then slowly nodded his head. Goku smiled as he held Vegeta tighter. "Iie. I have no regrets whatsoever about last night." He paused. "But…there is just one thing I regret."
"N…nani?" asked Vegeta, suddenly a little frightened.
"I regret not realizing how much I like you sooner." Vegeta smiled. "Do you have any regrets, 'Geta-kun?" Vegeta could not help but chuckle at the pet name, but shook his head anyways.
"Iie. I only regret not telling you sooner that I cared for you." Goku nodded.
"But I doesn't matter now." He said. "That's all in the past. All that matters is that we now have each other." Vegeta sighed happily as he closed his eyes and lay against his mate, listening to the sounds of the forest and the gently lapping of the water, and the inhaling the sweet masculine musk of his chosen.
Kakarot, he thought as a happy tear found its way down his cheek. Aishiteru.
"Unnnggghhh…oh…*…shit…!!" Vegeta groaned as his stomach clenched and heaved again, causing him to vomit up his breakfast. He coughed and sputtered as he struggled to keep the next lot down, but it was futile. It all came up again. After emptying his stomach, Vegeta flushed the toilet and sunk down next to it, head resting on the seat. Feeling grateful for the fact that Goku had gone into town to do their shopping, Vegeta make his way unsteadily over to the porcelain sink to rinse his mouth out and splash cold water over his face.
Three weeks. It had been three weeks since that night and Vegeta was staring to get very worried. He hadn't told Goku a special bit of information for the fact that he was scared the handsome third class might freak out and reject him, but now he was worried that if he didn't tell him, Goku would find out and then he would most certainly get rejected.
"He's already starting to notice a change in me." He muttered to himself as he leaned over the sink, giving his stomach time to settle before continuing. "He's noticed that my sleeping patterns are slowly changing, that I eat very little now…for a good reason…" he muttered as he glanced at the toilet, his stomach almost clenching again as he set eyes on it. "Feh…for a third class baka…he's very observant!" He splashed the ice water on his face, shivering at the onslaught but grateful for the refreshing feeling it brought. "Kami-sama! I know that if I don't tell him soon…he's going to eventually find out!" He slowly stumbled out of the bathroom and to Goku's bedroom, flopping onto Goku's bed.
As he nuzzled his head into the pillows, he caught a whiff of something that made him groan.
Oh, no! He wailed despairingly. Don't remind me…Onegai! Fuck it! If only I wasn't so tired from all that puking, I'd go sleep in my room! Not here! Lately, Goku and Vegeta had been working on their relationship. They had been talking and going out. Doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Okay, so maybe they had been doing A LOT of 'that'. And the fact that Goku's sheets reeked of their lovemaking only served to trigger the guilt Vegeta was trying to keep down. Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he got up and walked all the way up the stairs to his room. As inviting the idea of Kakarot 'waking' me up is, I don't think I need any more encouragement. He glanced down at his belly, wincing slightly.
"I'm going to have to tell him…"
Goku walked into the house, carrying the parcels of food. Setting the first lot of bags on the table, he called up to Vegeta.
"'Geta! Come on and help!" he took off his scarf and jacket, shivering a bit at the cool breeze of Aki. The bright, green leaves of Natsu had changed their colours and now wore warm colours of crimsons, chromes, vermilions and lush browns. Goku was sure that Vegeta would love to sit outside with him and watch each little leaf float down. But first, there's the food… "'Geta! Come on!" Goku called as he walked through the living room and then into his own. "'Geta?" he called curiously as he stuck his head through the doorway, checking around for his mate. He could smell him, but it was faint. Hmm…Vegeta was definitely in here. He thought as he walked back to the kitchen. I wonder where he is now? "'Geta!" he called as he walked up the stairs. Following his nose, he walked on until he came to a halt at Vegeta's door. The door was left slightly open and Goku gingerly pushed open the door.
"'Geta?" he cautiously peeked into the room, whispering quietly in case Vegeta was working. But, to his amazement, Vegeta was curled up on his bed, fast asleep. Goku smiled as he walked over and gently tucked Vegeta into his bed, kissing him on the forehead before closing the door and walking back down to the car to finish carrying in the groceries. As he thought of how kawaii Vegeta looked when he was sleeping, he couldn't help but frown slightly. That's funny…Vegeta seems to be sleeping far more often than before. His frown disappeared as a sly grin crept up on his face. Maybe I tire him out a little too much! Hehehe…oh well, I'll let him rest for today.
By six 'o clock, Vegeta began to stir. Normally, after a good seven-hour sleep, he would wake up feeling refreshed and ready to go. But not now. He felt groggy and like shit. Slowly, he slid out from under the covers and made his way over to the door. Knuckling one eye and trudging down the stairs, he kept a sharp lookout for his mate. He knew that by this time, Goku would be back and wanting to know what Vegeta would be fixing for him. He almost groaned out loud as he remembered that he still had dinner to cook, and even though he didn't feel like it, he had to.
Fuck! I wish this would just end! He moaned to himself as he slumped down into a chair at the table, resting his head on the table as he splay his arms over the wide surface. It's only been a week, but it fucking lasts forever! But he kept reminding himself that it would pass. It had happened once before, and he knew that it would only last a few more days. Three at the most. By then, he would be used to the changes and life would continue as normal. Except with maybe one or two changes.
Lifting his head up, he saw Goku enter the kitchen, a broad grin on his face.
"Ah! You're awake!" he said cheerily. The joy in Goku's voice, somehow, did not appeal to Vegeta as it had before. He knew it was just his hormones, but it couldn't help but find it irritating.
Relax… he told himself. A few more days and I'll be back to normal. In the meantime, I mustn't stir up his curiosity! At least, not until I find out what he thinks of…babies. Goku looked at his ouji. He looked a complete mess! Not his hair, mind you. It was more his face. Vegeta looked very tired, as though he hadn't slept in days, even though he just woke up from a peaceful days nap. There were bags under his eyes and his eyelids seemed to droop, as though they were threatening to close at any minute and force Vegeta to succumb to sleep once again.
Hmm…seems like he's still a bit tired. Goku thought with concern. Maybe I should make dinner tonight. "Did you sleep well?" he asked as he walked over to his mate.
"Nn." Goku was used to Vegeta's simple grunts and snorts for replies, but this seemed different. The others were out of irritation; this one seemed to be of lack of concentration. He frowned slightly as he placed his hand son Vegeta's shoulders. "You still feeling tired?" He nodded. "Well, okay then. You don't have to make dinner, I'll order out."
On hearing that, Vegeta's sleepy eyes suddenly widened in shock.
"IIE!!" he yelled at Goku. "Iie! No ordering out!!" Goku stared at Vegeta, a little shocked at his outburst. Goku didn't know why in the hell Vegeta was getting so upset, but from Vegeta's point of view, it was understandable. After living with Goku for a couple of months, Vegeta had noticed that whenever Goku ordered takeout, it was always something greasy. Like pizza, Chinese and other foods that, at this point in time, made Vegeta's stomach rather queasy.
"Okay." Goku said as he turned back to face his ouji. "What are we going to eat them?" Vegeta pondered on that for a second before replying.
"Soup."
"Soup?"
"Soup." Vegeta said, nodding. "I feel like soup." Goku shrugged and nodded as he made his way over to the stove. He at first thought Vegeta's outburst rather strange, but then simply dismissed it when he thought that Vegeta just wanted something warm to eat. He really didn't feel like starting an argument.
"What kind of soup?" he asked. He watched as Vegeta pondered on that thought for a moment before slumping back down to the table and talking to it.
"Chicken." Goku nodded as he set up the stove, taking a quick glance at Vegeta before he turned back to the pot of water.
What's wrong with him? He wondered, brows cast down in worry. 'Geta has never been like this before. He's always told me that Saiyan's don't get sick easily, but it appears he has come down with something. He turned his attention back to the chopping of the spring onions as he almost nicked his finger. I hope he's okay.
Dinnertime for them seemed to go like it always had; the food would be served and neither Saiyan would speak until every single scrap was devoured. But on this particular night, Vegeta was struggling very hard not to break the routine. He knew he had something to ask Goku, and something he had to say. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He noticed that Goku was very observant, and should he break the silence now, Goku would know for certain that something was wrong.
Vegeta was milling over this thought so much that he didn't even notice that he had lost his appetite. Goku glanced up from his bowl and almost choked on the mouthful he had spooned up. He was already on his tenth bowl of soup, and Vegeta was only on his second!! As crazy as it sounds to any ningen, to a Saiyan it was unheard of. Now Goku was really worried.
"'Geta?" he asked curiously. His worry increased tenfold when Vegeta didn't respond, swirling his spoon around in his soup instead. "Vegeta!" he called, a little louder this time. Vegeta jerked his head up, eyes wide as though he had been caught out. "Dai…daijoubu ka?" Goku asked. On seeing his mate's eyes full of worry and concern, another knot was added to his stomach. He gave a quick little smile.
"Hai, daijoubu." He replied softly as he quickly resumed eating, trying to get away from the conversation. Goku knew that he was trying to steer clear of any suspicious questions, but he just let him be. He didn't want to push his mate. If something was wrong, he knew Vegeta would let him know in his own way.
By Vegeta's sixth bowl of soup, he had had enough. Pushing his plate away from his as discreetly as possible, he sat back and watched Goku finish his meal. Luckily for him, Goku didn't seem to notice that his ouji only had six bowls of soup, far less than his normal rate of consumption. He finished up the soup and, he too, pushed his bowl aside and sat back, feeling well sated.
"Hmm! That was great, huh Vegeta?" he asked.
"Nn." Goku frowned as he heard that. It was that same grunt Vegeta gave earlier on. Goku couldn't take it any longer.
"Okay, Vegeta." He said, his brows now furrowed with annoyance. "What's wrong?"
"Nani?" Vegeta jerked his head back to face Goku, eyes wide with shock. As innocent as he looked and as much as Goku would have wanted to just leave him alone, it seemed that this 'problem' was affecting Vegeta rather seriously.
"For the past eight days you've been acting really weird." He said honestly. "You're restless when you sleep at night, and then dead tired during the day. You, for some reason, don't eat as much as you used to and, once, you threw up while we were training." He narrowed his eyes as he growled. "What is wrong with you?!" Vegeta stared at Goku in shock. He knew that Goku was observant, but he hadn't realised just how observant.
Kuso! I must have too self-absorbed to have noticed! He cursed as he glanced away from his mate. "N…nothing." He muttered.
"That's not what I wanted to hear!" Goku yelled as his fists came down on the table. Vegeta jumped out his chairs and backed up against the wall, instincts telling him to get away as fast as possible. On seeing this, Goku quickly pulled his hands up from the table, feeling very guilty for behaving like that. "'Geta," he said as he stepped closer, and Vegeta tried to back away even further. Seeing this made Goku feel incredibly guilty. "G…gomen nasai, 'Geta-kun." He whispered softly as he slowly made his way forwards. "I…I'm just worried about you. You've been behaving differently and I just want to know what's going on."
On hearing this, the knot of fright in Vegeta's stomach loosened. But it nothing to untie the knot of tension. He decided he'd be discreet about letting the information out.
"Ka…Kakarot?" he began.
"Hai?" he paused.
"What…what do you think about having another child?" Goku's eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
"NANI?!" he yelped. "N…nande?! Why do you ask?" Vegeta swallowed hard, pushing down the ball of worry and dinner that threatened to make a reappearance.
"I mean, if you had a chance, would you want another child?"
"You mean, like a baby?" Goku asked. Vegeta nodded. "I…I dunno. I've never thought about it." He narrowed his eyes suddenly as he looked at Vegeta. "Matte…are you and Bulma…" That was all Vegeta needed to hear to shake his head furiously.
"Iie! Iie!!" he yelped. "I swear to Kami! I'd never go back to her now that I have you!" Goku nodded, fully believing his ouji.
"Then…why did you ask about the baby?"
"I…I…" Vegeta stuttered, not sure what he should say. Just say it! He commanded himself. Say…it!! He looked up to tell Goku, looking him dead in the eyes. "I'm…" But when their eyes locked, Vegeta found that he just couldn't! He already caused Goku so much worry…how's he going to react on hearing that he's going to have child number three?
"Hai?" Goku asked, snapping Vegeta out of his daze.
"I'm…really sorry for worrying you like that." He lied. "It's just that, being in a bond like this does take a lot out of one. Particularly the submissive mate." Goku nodded, not doubting what Vegeta said but not truly believing him either.
"Okay then," he said as he drew Vegeta in for a hug. "I'm sorry I yelled like that too. It's just that…I worry about you. I don't want anything to happen to you. You mean everything to me." On hearing this, Vegeta's heart did a double twist. One from joy, the other from guilt. They pushed apart as Goku looked down at him and grinned. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were acting exactly the way Chichi did when she was pregnant with Gohan." Vegeta paled a considerable amount, but grinned along anyways.
If only you knew how right you are, Kakarot…