A/N: I had some issues when I uploaded this. Apparently when you double space your stories prior to uploading them, it cuts the sentences in half. -_-
I'll eventually go back and fix some of the messes. Well, here it is. The Goku and Vegeta talk! I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, or anything that has anything to do with it. I make no money from the publication of this story, as it is for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter IV
Chichi felt her husband's presence disappear from the tiny household. She sighed, and leaned against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. Why did she feel this way? She knew Goku loved
her more than anything in the world. Well, maybe not as much as food. Or perhaps maybe just as much. Still, Chichi couldn't shake the feeling that for some reason, Goku just wasn't that
into her anymore. She smacked her head lightly against the tile with the thought, going over it again and again in her mind. It sounded ridiculous. Of course Goku was still into her! He had
just kissed her before he left! Sure, she'd gained a few pounds over the twenty-something years Goku and her had been married. She had two children, for crying out loud! Goku didn't
seem to mind at all during those intimate nights. If anything, it seemed as if he enjoyed it. Chichi instinctively wrapped her arms around herself at the thought. How was it that she missed
Goku's touch this much? She moaned in protest, only to hear a clearing of a throat come from behind her. Her eyes shot open, and her arms came back to her sides.
"You...ok, Mom?" It was her eldest son, Gohan. "You looked like you were cold, or something. You feeling all right?" Chichi turned around and just damn near tackled her son to the
ground. Luckily Gohan had much of Goku's build, and was able to withstand Chichi's attack. Gohan wrapped his arms around his mother. It was hard believing that he was ever smaller
than her, since he pretty much towered over her now.
"Oh, Gohan!" She hugged her son tighter. "Yes, Mommy's fine. You're such a good boy, Gohan..." Chichi slipped out of his grasp and held his face. "You've always been!" She brought his
face down to her lips and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Is...everything OK between you and Dad..?" Chichi tensed. "I mean, he seemed to be in quite a hurry to get out with Vegeta. Usually he spends the whole day home with you when
you're home." She let her hands slide down to Gohan's shoulders and squeezed them. She attempted smiling, but she knew Gohan wouldn't buy it. Gohan gasped. "Oh, no. Don't tell me
you guys are getting a divorce!"
"..A what? Why would I ever divorce your father?!" Chichi watched as a smirked formed on her son's face. "Well, besides the obvious reasons." He laughed.
"So, if that isn't it, what is it? Did you guys have a fight or something? Dad didn't look beat up at all."
"No, I didn't have a fight with your father... It's something your father is doing. Or not doing, I should say." Gohan tried to work with the tad bit of information he was given. Something his
father wasn't doing? Chichi giggled. "It's what Videl and you do when you hang out together." She shot her son a wink and smiled. Gohan smiled back.
"Oh! So, he ditched training with you?" Chichi's jaw dropped. "Heh, I wouldn't worry too much about that, Mom. He'll make it up to you!" Gohan patted his mother on the shoulder before
leaving the bathroom. "Dad always stays true to his word!"
Chichi slumped back against the wall, and slammed her head hard against it. Of course Gohan wouldn't take the hint! He's as pure as his father! Gohan poked his head back into the
bathroom. "Oh, I almost forgot! Goten when back to Bulma's to eat. Hope you don't mind." He rubbed the back of his head, and disappeared from view once more. Chichi sighed, and
closed the bathroom door. A nice warm shower couldn't hurt, could it?
~*~*~*~
While waiting for his "date" to arrive, Goku wasted no time picking up spare branches on the ground and placing them into a pile. The sun was beginning to set, and the air was getting
cooler. He didn't really mind it, though. He loved the cold mountain air. It was so refreshing to him. Goku smiled as he searched around for some big rocks to place around the branches. He
regretted not catching something before he began this little charade, but it was too late now. He could sense that Vegeta was very close by, only five minutes or so away. Placing the last
rock around the branches, Goku summoned some of his ki to the palm of his hand, and placed it next to the wood. It caught, and Goku took his place in front of the fire.
"If this isn't a date, why in the hell did you make a fire?"
The man's voice was hard, and Goku could tell it was Vegeta. He smiled as he looked up at him, and signaled him to come on over. With a grunt Vegeta obeyed, and soon enough he was
seated across from the other full-blooded Saiyan. "It's nice to see you again, too, Vegeta." Goku smiled.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get down to business, Kakarot. I heard it'll be extremely cold out tonight, and I'd rather not freeze to death." Vegeta took a second to inspect the other Saiyan. He
was wearing his training attire. "Hold on a minute, here." He stood up, and pointed a finger in the other man's face. "I thought you told me we weren't sparring!" Goku blinked twice and
scratched the side of his head.
"Yeah... We aren't. What makes you think we are?"
"Your clothing! You have your training suit on!"
"Oh," Goku said as he pat his chest. "This is almost my normal, everyday attire. Sure, Chichi has bought me regular clothing before, but I don't really like it. It's just so stiff and
uncomfortable. Plus it tends to rip a lot." He laughed. "I guess I'm just too big for human clothing!"
"You honestly are the most simple-minded idiot I have ever met."
"Gee, thanks Vegeta. Love you too, man." The smaller man let out a soft chuckle. "Now, care to know why I called you here out of the blue?"
"Yes, it would help. Not that I was enjoying myself, anyway." His hand reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a carton. Vegeta opened it up and retrieved a slender brown stick from
it, with what looked like a white mouthpiece of some sort on it. "You wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would you?" Goku blinked again.
"I didn't know you smoked!"
"I don't."
"Then why do you-"
"Kakarot, I've learned from living on this planet, women will drive you to do things you normally wouldn't do." He motioned to the cigar. "See this? It's a habit of Bulma's when she's
stressed." Vegeta placed the white end of the stick in his mouth, and lit the other end with a bit of his ki. He inhaled, only to quickly blow out a large cloud of smoke. Goku's nose didn't
crinkle at the smell like it usually did. This time it smelled...well, sweet. Vegeta took another drag. "I picked it up from her." He exhaled once more. "Such a bad influence."
"Hey, why do those smell so good? They usually smell horrible." The older man took the cigar out of his mouth and laughed. Small puffs of smoke rose out of his throat with each laugh.
"They do smell good, don't they?" He decided to sit back down. "They're called Black and Milds, or Black Milds for short." Vegeta examined the stick. "I'm not too sure, but I think this one is
chocolate flavored, or something. I know they come in different flavors." Goku nodded his head.
"They really do smell good. It's making me hungry, believe it or not!" Vegeta sighed and took another long drag.
"You're always hungry, clown." He blew the smoke into the air. "Now, what is it you wanted?" Goku clasped his hands together and stood up.
"Right! Okay, uh... Promise you won't go and tell anyone what I'm about to say?" He heard the smaller man grunt. "Please, Vegeta? I didn't tell anyone about-"
"Okay, okay! Enough! Do you want me to murder my lungs tonight?!" Vegeta took one last, extremely long drag, and threw the cigar into the fire. He held onto the smoke for a while
before releasing it. "Fine, I'll keep your stupid little promise. Now, what the hell did you drag me out here for, Kakarot?!"
"Okay, well, I'm having a bit of trouble with Chichi, and-"
"Go to a damn spouse counseling meeting." Goku smirked. "No, I'm serious, Kakarot. Bulma and I have been to a couple of them. They actually do help a lot."
"That's now what I was referring to. Our outer relationship is perfectly fine." Goku's voice dropped. "It's the, uh, inner parts I'm having trouble with." Vegeta's face went white. There was
no fucking way that Kakarot was having trouble in the bedroom. The world's, no, the universe's strongest fucking man, and he was having trouble pleasuring his wife? Hell, even Vegeta
himself could do that! "I guess you can say it's sort of on my end." Vegeta honestly could not believe what he was hearing.
"You are having trouble pleasuring your wife? You. Out of all the people in the universe, you are having trouble making a woman feel like a woman." Goku nodded. "I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
"Because, I just don't. I honestly cannot believe that you are having a hard time getting your wife to climax during sex." Goku shook his head.
"No, that's not what I meant at all. Didn't you hear me? I said it was on my end." Vegeta couldn't help but bust into laughter.
"Oh Kami, this just keeps getting better and better!" His eyes began to tear as he choked. "Kakarot has E.D.?! Ah-ha-ha-ha!" Vegeta pounded his feet as he lay back on the ground. His
eyes stung from the tears, though he couldn't stop himself from laughing. Psycho Vegeta was back in action.
"Ugh, Vegeta! Will you be serious?! I don't have E.D! I'm perfectly capable of 'Rising to the occasion,' you jerk!" The younger man positioned his arms across his chest and pouted.
Vegeta's laughter had calmed to soft chuckles here and there, and he sat up. He coughed violently, and spat on the earth next to him.
"Ahh, Kakarot. My apologies. Truly, I apologize." He wiped the remaining tears from his eyes. "What the hell is it you're having trouble with, then?" Goku sighed for probably the twentieth
time so far this evening, and took a seat next to Vegeta.
"Well, you know how since we're both Saiyans, we have this weird taste for blood every now and then?" Vegeta nodded, still wiping his eyes. "Okay, well, once when Chichi in I
were...you know. Doing that, all of a sudden I had the urge to bite her." The other man knitted his eyebrows.
"Bite her? Like, in the 'love bite' sense," Vegeta made quote signs with his hands. "Or in the sense where you wished to feast upon her?"
"I'm pretty sure it was to feast upon her."
"...Did you bite her?" Goku shook his head. "Hmm, that's very strange that I thing like that would even happen."
"Do you have any idea why?"
"Mmm, can't say I do. Usually once you mate with someone, they're excused from that urge."
"...You...you mean I shouldn't have wanted to eat her?" A slight chuckled was heard.
"Well, exactly what do you mean by that?" Goku grunted, and Vegeta rested a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I'm just kidding around. Calm yourself."
"How the hell can I calm myself, Vegeta? I don't understand what's wrong with me. I'm afraid, Vegeta!"
"Oh, please. Of what? That you might actually harm your wife?" Goku nodded, and let out yet another sigh. He let himself fall softly to the ground behind him. "Well, I have a little
reassurance for you." Goku's ears twitched, and within seconds he sat back up. "There was a story that was told a long time ago, around the time when I was three, perhaps. And now
that I think about it, it makes much sense as to why this happened to you." Vegeta pulled out the carton of cigars once again, took one, and lit it with his ki. He took a short drag, and
blew the smoke into the air. "Apparently after your brother was born, your parents mated again. Though obviously it produced no offspring, since you're five years younger than I am, and
this occurred when I was three."
Goku's senses were flooded with the sweet scent of the cigar once more. His stomach rumbled in response, in which Vegeta just shook his head at and took another drag on his cigar.
"Anyhow, your parents mated again. During this particular mating session, your father actually bit and feasted on your mother's flesh and blood." Goku's mouth hung open. "Everyone was
shocked, including my father. It was the first time we'd ever seen something like that happen, since, as I've said before, once you've mated with someone, your mate was usually exempt
from this craving."
"...Did it ever happen again..?" Goku was almost afraid to ask, though he needed to. He needed to know that if it was to ever occur, would he ever strike against Chichi again?
"No."
Goku sat there for a bit, while Vegeta enjoyed the rest of his black mild. Goku crossed his legs Indian style and rubbed his chin. Vegeta looked over occasionally, just to see if the other
man had made any progress with what he was doing, or perhaps thinking. Yeah, Kakarot was probably thinking. That's why it was taking so long. He muttered something under is breath.
He was surprised by a loud slap, which came from Kakarot's hands meeting one another.
"Oh, I totally understand what you just said now!" Vegeta rolled his eyes and took a final drag, casting the cigar butt into the dying flame before him. "You pretty much just said that if I
was to bite Chichi the next time we have sex, I would never hurt her again in the future!"
"Um, well... Not necessarily."
"Huh? What do you mean by that? You said my father never bit my mother again!"
"Yes, but your parents both didn't live out their lives fully. I mean, the odds of it happening again after that first time are slim, but you know." He turned to face the younger man. "They're
always there." Goku sulked, and fell back onto the ground behind him. Vegeta felt just a hint of guilt at that moment. "Hey, I just said the odds of it happening are relatively slim..."
"Yeah, but like you also said, they're still there." Goku's eyes focused on a single star in the clear night sky. The fire went out at that exact moment, and Vegeta shuddered. "She's my
wife, Vegeta. I honestly don't know what I'd do with myself if I knew that I hurt her." He understood. He understood all too well. Though Vegeta had never physically harmed Bulma, he
had a few skeletons in his closet that would surely hurt her worse than any smack or punch or bite. He clenched his fists.
"You'll never know unless you try," Vegeta blurted out. Goku propped himself up on his elbows. "So I suggest you go home, right now, and fucking try it. Literally." Goku sighed for about
the fiftieth time tonight.
"I would, but Chichi said-"
"She's home. You know she's home. Stop fooling yourself." How in the hell did Vegeta even know what he was about to say? "Search her energy. It's in the location of your home." He
nodded, and did what Vegeta had asked. Sure enough, Chichi's energy was there, though it was faint.
"It's...weak."
"Mmm, I know. Perhaps she's crying."
"What? Vegeta, how would you even know that?!" Vegeta smiled.
"I guess you can call it a husband's intuition. I usually can tell when something is wrong with Bulma when her energy is low like this." He crossed his arms. "Then of course when I
confront her about it, she begins to weep in my lap for about two hours about how I don't look at her anymore and all this other preposterous crap." He smiled at Goku once more. "Then
we usually have the best sex a man and a woman can possibly have." Goku rubbed the back of his head.
"Doesn't that get boring after a while?"
"Heh, not at all. It's actually quite fun." Vegeta stood up and stretched. He put his hand out for Goku, who in turn accepted it. Vegeta pulled him up and patted his back. "Listen, Kakarot.
Promise me you'll go home to your woman, and do what the both of you need?" Goku smiled back at his friend.
"Thank you, Vegeta, for coming out here." He took to the sky. "I'll tell you how it goes!" And with that, he was gone.
Vegeta stood there. He didn't know for how long, he also didn't know why. Yet, he stood there. As still as a statue. Would he ever tell Bulma about the things he did while he was away?
Could he even muster up enough courage to mention them to her? Somehow, deep down, he felt as if she already knew; like his body had betrayed him, and told her everything he
couldn't say verbally. Eventually he would have to tell her. The guilt was eating away at him bit by bit. He closed his eyes and let the cool breeze wash over him. "Bulma..." Vegeta sat
himself back down on the earth and cradled his head in his hands.
A/N: o_o! Don't be mad that I made Vegeta a smoker. He's one of those casual smokers, anyway. And OoOoOoOoOo, extra plot linesss. Haha, hope you liked it :]!