A/N: I love you all. Please make sure you read the author's note after this chapter.

Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

Part Twenty-One is All Right

Delirious joy. Vegeta concluded that was the best way to describe it.

Disconnected thoughts and sensations whizzed through his brain before fizzling away like a candle in the wind. Goku's hands were in his hair, on his face, then on his back. The words that spilled from his mate's mouth were nonsense, which Vegeta greedily stole from him with kisses.

My mate. Kakarot is now, and forever, Prince Vegeta's mate. A painful longing overcame him. On Planet Vegeta there would have been a ceremony.

Wide, obsidian eyes stared back at him, paired with an innocent smile. Tendrils of Goku's warmth enveloped him. Their emotions were eternally intertwined now, too. Without uttering a single word, Goku told him everything would be okay. That endless worry was no longer his cross to bear. Vegeta surrendered for the first time in his life and believed him.

It was hot and cold at the same time. How high in the air were they flying? Where were they?

Shit. The tattoos. As badly as he wanted to lose himself in all of the emotions and hormones, there was still the issue of the goddamn tattoos. "Kakarot?"

No response. He looked down and saw Goku's spiky head bob up and down in his lap. Oh. "As much as I want you to give me a blow job hundreds of feet in the air, we have more important things to do."

"Mmnhg?"

"Take my dick out of your mouth before you speak to me."

Goku obliged. "Vege-tah," he said, wet lips still hovering over the cock in his hand, "I need you."

"We have to turn around."

"Huh? Why's that?"

"We have to get to a tattoo parlor."

The rush of fear and adrenaline coursing through Vegeta's body shocked him. Their new emotional bond would take some getting used to. Before Goku spoke, Vegeta shook his head. "No, Kakarot. We have to do it."

Goku whipped out his legendary puppy dog eyes. "We can do it tomorrow!"

"No. It has to happen now. It's the official way of doing things."

"Let's have sex first?"

"Don't be a baby." Vegeta lifted Goku's head eye level. "We're going to spend the whole day having sex. You don't want this one thing hanging over your head the whole time. Right?"

Goku poked out his lower lip. "Right."

If Goku kept his eyes closed, it wouldn't be so bad. Right?

West City housed a plethora of tattoo parlors. Vegeta wasted time gauging which would be the best place to patron. By the time he started to pitch a fit about Yelp reviews of this one place compared to the other, Goku threw his hands in the air and convinced him the nearest shop would best suit their needs.

Goku didn't know what the hell was wrong with his body. But there was an internal timer ticking away that warned him if they didn't hurry up and get back to his house, he was going to embarrass them both in public. He even suggested they rent a hotel room to save on time. Vegeta yelled at him about not being treated like a cheap whore and hurried them both into the tattoo shop around the corner.

Designs and illustrations covered each wall. A long mirror sat propped beside a tattoo chair. A small table holding napkins, boxes of gloves, and bandages sat against the wall. The sharp smell of witch hazel and ink stung his nose. He didn't want to know where the needles were hiding.

Thank gods Vegeta was prepared. He flipped open his tiny moleskin and showed the woman behind the counter two drawings. "I want this design on him. The other can go on me."

Two full sleeves of tattoos covered her bony arms, which flexed and slid across her skin like snakes. She laughed. "Does that guy actually want a tattoo? I can't just give him one because you want me to."

Vegeta gave Goku a dirty look. Goku caved. "Yeah, I want one."

"Are you sure, buddy?"

"Y-yes!"

"Because it sounds like your friend is pressuring you."

"I really do want one!"

"Alright. Where?"

Goku swallowed down the knot in his throat. "Vegeta, where should I get it?"

"You're in charge now, Kakarot. You get to make that decision for the both of us."

"I'm in charge?"

"Yes, you're the dominant one!"

The tattoo artist smiled at Goku. "Is this some kind of kink you two have?"

Goku whined. "No, ma'am. Um, where does it hurt the least?"

"It hurts anywhere you get a tattoo." Her smile widened. "But I personally find the back of your shoulder, and even the back of your ear to hurt the least."

Goku noticed Vegeta's mouth twitch at the mention of getting a tattoo behind the ear. "I want the shoulder one!"

The process was a blur. He remembered lying down on his stomach and the cool touch of gauze on his back as the tattoo artist cleaned his skin. Vegeta sat on the opposite side of the tattoo chair running his thumb across Goku's brow. "You'll be fine," he said.

"What's this symbol anyway?" the artist asked.

A loud buzzing filled the room. Goku instinctively clenched his buttocks together. "Um, it's the crest of his royal family!"

"You're royalty?" she asked Vegeta. "What are you, a Saudi prince or something?"

Their conversation was drowned out by the buzzing of the needle. Sweet Kami, why does it have to be so loud? Goku gasped once he felt pressure on his back. "AH!"

"Shh." Vegeta gave him a quick peck. "I've hurt you worse than this in the past."

Goku screamed. The woman working on his back froze her hand. "Are you okay, dude?"

"He's fine! He's just acting like a child. Keep going!"

Goku bit down onto the cushion beneath his head. At least he didn't have to watch the needle poke into his skin. Okay, it doesn't hurt that much, but it's still scary! Vegeta has a lot of nerve judging me even though he's not the one in the chair…He prattled on and on in his mind until the buzzing eventually stopped. "Hey, what happened?" he asked.

"I'm done."

"Really? You just started!"

"It's a simple design. Wanna look in the mirror?"

Goku sat up. The tattoo artist held a mirror in front of his face; the reflection bounced off the long mirror behind him so he could see his own back. "Ooh, that looks pretty neat!"

"Great. Now hold still while I cover it. Don't take the bandage off for a few hours, okay? And make sure to shower later so you can wash it. But no soaking!"

Once she finished giving Goku instructions for dealing with the tattoo, he crossed his arms. "Ha! That was easy!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes and pulled off his sweater. "Whatever. Now it's my turn."

Goku switched places with Vegeta. The pain in his shoulder hurt as much as a sunburn. He'd manage. "Now I get to watch you, Veggie."

"No you're not." Vegeta fell onto his stomach. "I need you to go to the store before I'm done."

"The store?" While a dull pain throbbed in his back, it hadn't distracted Goku from the other painful throbbing in his pants. "Whyyy?"

"I need you to go buy some condoms."

"Condoms?" Goku could've sworn on a stack of bibles that Vegeta had grown two heads right before his eyes. When was the last time he even uttered the word "condom," let alone used one? Years ago when Chi-Chi was still alive, Yamcha had shoved a few in his back pocket during a party. The useless rubbers eventually got buried in a drawer somewhere in his house. "Why would I ever get those?"

"I'm not trying to get knocked up today."

The tattoo lady's nose wrinkled. She bit her lip to keep her laughter at bay. Goku didn't find anything funny about Vegeta's request. "Come on. I hate those things."

"With that attitude I'm surprised you don't have more children running around."

"They're unnatural. And I can't feel anything with them on!"

"Hah!" The tattoo artist shook her head. "The number of times I've heard a guy tell me that would make your head spin."

Vegeta gave Goku a look that'd turn anyone else into stone. "Goddammit, just go get them!"

Goku tilted his head. The feeling overwhelming him was…unusual. And invasive. Like it didn't belong to him. To Goku, the best way to describe it was a mixture of apprehension and shame. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked.

"Yes. Now go!"

Goku stared at the wall of boxes in front of him. Has the world changed this much since the last time I bothered with these? There were more brands, shapes, sizes, colors, and even flavors of condom than he could wrap his head around. Apparently people enjoyed using these pecker sweaters more than he imagined.

"May I help you with anything?" A drugstore attendant approached him with a cheery bounce in his step.

"Uh, yeah." Goku pointed at the shelves. "Which one should I get?"

The man smiled. "There are regular condoms here. But if you want some that are lubricated, then you can buy these. You can even get lubricated ribbed ones, which will feel better for your partner."

Goku pointed at a box with large, gold lettering. "What are 'Magnums'?'"

"They're for men who are more endowed than average."

"What if," Goku said, spreading his hands apart, "I'm bigger sometimes but most of the time I'm normal?"

The attendant stepped away. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, right? Let's say sometimes I'm really big when I transform," he said, widening his hands. "But other times I'm just normal." He moved is hands closer together, hoping this guy understood.

"I don't—what?" The man took off his glasses to rub them clean on his work vest. "Sometimes your erection is big and sometimes it isn't?"

"It's not that it's small when it isn't big. It's a normal size. But when it gets big, it's really big."

"Yikes. Just—just take both of these." He shoved two packs of condoms into Goku's hands.

Luckily for Goku, the tattoo artist finished her work on Vegeta's back in record time. He rejected Vegeta's offer to pay for them both. Later he'd have to clarify with his mate what duties the "dominant" role entailed—he figured subsidizing the cost of permanently altering their bodies had to be one of them.

They ditched the nimbus cloud and flew back toward Goku's house at breakneck speed. The second they landed on the welcome mat, Goku broke the front door open and pitched Vegeta over his shoulder.

"Who are you, Fred Flintstone?" Vegeta grasped onto the back of Goku's t-shirt. "Maybe for good measure you should bash my head in with your club so I don't put up a struggle."

Goku sprinted through the living room. "I can't wait any longer, 'Geta!"

Vegeta struggled to speak through his own panting. "We have to shower first!"

"Nooo!" Goku smashed the bedroom door open. "Why?"

"To wash the tattoos." Vegeta wormed his way out of Goku's grasp. "I also want to be clean one last time before I spend the next week doing our laundry."

"Fine!" Goku looped his fingers beneath the hem of Vegeta's jeans and ripped them clean off his body.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Kakarot!"

Before Vegeta could launch into a diatribe about ruining expensive denim, Goku dropped to the floor and bit down into his underwear. The cotton tore in between his teeth. "Take these off before I do!"

Vegeta planted his heel in Goku's shoulder. "Stop acting like an animal." An eternity passed while Vegeta slid off his sweater, carefully folded it to a quarter of its size, then placed it atop Goku's dresser. "Now go to the bathroom. Turn on the shower, then strip."

"Vegeta, you're impossible!" Goku shoved him out of his way as he marched to the bathroom. Vegeta threw him a small grin—surely to piss him off. "I thought you wanted to have sex too!"

"You're acting like I took your favorite toy away," Vegeta yelled from the bedroom.

Goku muttered under his breath. After fumbling around with the faucet knobs, hot water shot out of the shower head to pool at the bottom of the tub. He stripped down and kicked the pile of clothes into the corner. "I'm naked, Vegeta!" He hopped into the tub. The warm stream of water soothed his nerves.

Memories of last night fought through the fog of horniness in his mind: showering at midnight had been a lonely luxury. Being by himself in his home for the first time in a year reminded him of the period after his wife passed. And when Goten went missing. And that long part of his life when he assumed Vegeta hated his guts.

Echoing hallways and empty rooms didn't suit him.

Warm hands grabbed him from behind. "I could hear you thinking from all the way in the other room."

"Ha-ha." Goku spun around and found himself lost in a sea of black hair. "Vegeta, it all grew back while I wasn't looking!"

Vegeta laughed. "Do I look the same as before? I like to think I'm different." He ran his finger down past Goku's chest until it dipped into his bellybutton. "But I'll keep my hair the same since you seem to love it so much."

Goku's fingers also had a mind of their own. Beneath the water they slipped against Vegeta's wet skin in a vain effort to gain purchase. New scars adorned the Prince's body. The muscles in his stomach were still firm. It took longer than Goku remembered to trace his thumb from Vegeta's right nipple to the left. And when did he become so ticklish at having his lower-left rib caressed like so?

And of course, there was the scent. It filled the shower. Goku didn't hesitate to sink his teeth into Vegeta's shoulder to release the taste into his mouth. "Why do you smell and taste so good," he sighed into body flush against him.

"I'm in heat." Vegeta pressed their faces together. Goku slid his tongue against the one in his mouth. Sharp teeth nibbled on his bottom lip. The sudden cool air against his mouth surprised him. He opened his eyes to find Vegeta gazing up at him in agony. "Kakarot, please."

Goku hummed in delight. Vegeta was finally succumbing to the desperation overtaking them both. Slowly he rubbed their hips together, and watched the smaller man's eyes flutter shut from the sensation. "What do you want me from me?"

Vegeta grabbed his hand and slid it down the curve of his hip. Goku felt his fingers trail between Vegeta's thighs to the tight ring of muscle hidden there. The flesh quivered beneath his touch. "I want this."

Goku slid his finger in a circle. "It'll hurt without something to help."

Vegeta shook his head in denial. To emphasize his need, he sucked hard on Goku's right nipple.

"Alright." Goku teased his hole. Vegeta purred, lifting his left foot onto the side of the bathtub. With the increased space, Goku pressed two of his fingers further in. The lack of resistance surprised him. When finally knuckle-deep, Vegeta clenched around his hand. "You okay?" he asked.

Vegeta hid his face in Goku's chest. Small beads of water from the steam rolled down his muscled neck. The black markings on his shoulder threw Goku off guard—there his name was, permanently inked onto someone else's flesh. Son. Earlier he hadn't even asked to look at it. But in this moment, staring at it seemed like a sacrilege.

Vegeta chuckled. "You left me hanging here."

"Sorry." Goku laughed along with him. "I just realized we were mates."

Vegeta lifted his head. "Do you now understand why it was always a big deal to me?"

Goku slipped his fingers out. "I do."

"Fuck." Vegeta slid their hips together. "Don't stop what you were doing!"

"We need to wash the tattoos, right?" Goku tapped Vegeta's right thigh. "Can't do that with a finger up your butt."

Vegeta snorted. "Do you want to make me laugh, or do you want to make me come?" He grabbed the body wash on the shelf behind him. "Let's hurry."

Every bit of Vegeta's resolve had finally left him.

The shower knob squeaked as Goku twisted it clockwise. The thunderous roar of the water faded away. Vegeta's natural temperature was so high, standing naked while completely soaked didn't bother him at all. Goku carried him out of the tub and tossed him onto the edge of the bed.

He couldn't stop moaning. Not a single finger touched him yet, but he couldn't shut his mouth to save his life. The heat beneath his skin burned him up. No one told him it'd be like this. The bed shook from all his thrashing and writhing.

He felt his thighs spread apart. Goku pulled him further south down the bed. Warm hands slid under his ass. Goku spread him open and smiled. "You look beautiful down here." A hot, wet tongue pressed against his entrance.

How can Kakarot enjoy this so much? Having another man stare at, prod, and taste what he considered to be the dirtiest part of his body made him feel…vulnerable. And exposed. But here Goku was eating him out like it came second nature to him. No one before had ever made the Prince's body feel so pure and unpolluted.

The pressure growing between his legs nearly made him faint. Time escaped him. Thick fingers entered and curled inside of him. His muscles spasmed outside of his control. "Kakarot," he pleaded.

Goku removed his mouth. "I don't want this to hurt you like last time." His long arms reached across the bed to grab a bottle conveniently placed on the nightstand.

Vegeta collected his wits. "You have a romantic night all to yourself with that bottle of lube?"

"Hey!" Goku squirted the lubricant onto his hand. "You're not going to be cracking jokes in a few seconds!"

Vegeta spread his thighs wider. The cold liquid slathered between his legs was soon followed by a warm pressure pushing inside of him. He didn't want to speak up, but he had to. Right? "Stop."

"But—"

"Put on a condom."

"Please baby," Goku groaned. "I promise I'll pull out. Let me do it like this for a while?"

Vegeta twisted the bedsheets between his fingers. "Fine. Yes!"

Goku pressed down on his hips. Vegeta was pinned to the bed like a butterfly. A dull pain collected around the dents Goku's calloused thumbs pressed into his skin. The intense gaze staring down at him was too much to handle. So Vegeta closed his eyes.

Goku's hot, thick length pumped in and out of him effortlessly. There wasn't a moment for him to adjust. Or catch his breath. All he could do was bask in the bliss of getting earnestly fucked by the man above him. A low-pitch scream broke the steady rhythm of their panting. Was that him? Had he ever made that sound before in his life? For all the noise he was making, Vegeta was rewarded with a shower of whispered encouragements from his partner. Such as praise for how warm he felt. And how easily he took his cock. All the dirty talk coaxed Vegeta from his shell and convinced him to open his eyes.

Between his legs he saw Goku was ramming him. Hard. Their perfect angle allowed his prostate to get slammed with every thrust. A deep pleasure awakened within him; every time Goku buried himself to the hilt a tingle shot up his spine. "You feel amazing," he whispered. The sensation was too sublime for him to utter anything else. Unlike the last time Goku had him in this position, his hands lay limp above his head. His mate left him immobilized.

Goku kissed his forehead. "Mm, you're about to come, aren't you?"

Vegeta nodded. He didn't have to ask how Goku knew. He'd lost control over his spasming insides long ago. Small dots swirled in his vision. "So good," he moaned after another wet slap against his hole.

Goku tried to quell his panting with a series of gasps. "I forgot how great your face looks when you're on your back."

Hot. Too hot. The tingling in Vegeta's spine traveled to the base of his neck. His whole face heated up. Goku's last few thrusts forced a mantra out of his mouth. "Yes. Yes!" He cried his affirmation until his voice went hoarse. Cum shot from his tip in thick, short spurts and coated his stomach.

Above him, Goku licked his lips. "Oooh, Vegeta!" He clenched his eyes shut. "I gotta stop."

"What?" Coming hadn't cut Vegeta's high short. He wrapped his legs around Goku's hips. "Keep fucking me!"

"Nu-uh." Goku slid out. "Hafta put a rubber on."

Vegeta released his vice grip and let his legs crash to the bed. "Hurry it up!"

Goku sorted through the mess of clothes on the floor. "Okay. Should I put on this kind? Or one of these in the golden wrapper?"

"This isn't rocket science!"

"Okay, okay! Give me a sec." Vegeta watched Goku rip open a square packet. The condom slid easily over his erection. Seconds later, Goku was spooning him from behind with a firm grip on his thigh. "Let's do it like this, yeah?" He lifted Vegeta's right leg into the air.

Vegeta grunted in agreement. Goku thrust into him in one long, smooth stroke. He arched his back. "Ahhn!"

"Ooh. That must've felt pretty good."

Vegeta clawed toward the front of the bed. The pillow he took captive ripped between his fingers. "Kakarot!"

Goku plunged into him again. "That feel okay?"

"Uuh!" Vegeta drowned his face in the sheets.

Goku's steady rhythm jostled the bed against the floor. "It's great getting fucked like this, isn't it?"

Vegeta threw his head back. Sticky precum dribbled onto his stomach and down his hip. "Fuck. Yes!"

Goku worked himself up into a full pant again. Whatever he was feeling robbed him of his chattiness. Strands of his hair lifted off his scalp from his rising ki. "Can I get rough with you?"

The words sounded like complete gibberish in Vegeta's muddled brain. It took him a few seconds to process what Goku meant. "Do it!"

A golden aura filled the room. Goku's change to Super Saiyan filled Vegeta with a burst of energy that snatched his breath away. He was shoved onto all fours, then repeatedly pounded into from behind. Goku laughed between his grunts. "Gods, your ass looks great!" The loud smacking of his backside hitting Goku's stomach spurred his mate to quicken his pace. "Ha, so tight—!"

The combination of Goku's ki and girth inside of him scrambled Vegeta's senses. His second orgasm was barely distinct from all the other sensations assaulting his body. The same moment his arms gave out, an explosion of warmth filled him. Goku moaned and rocked forward a few more times before collapsing onto his back. Pressed against his shoulder blade, Goku's heart raced to match Vegeta's slowing pulse.

Even with his eyes closed Vegeta felt the room spin around him. Goku stretched his arms and legs apart so he became a perfect glove on top of the Prince's sweaty body. "Goddamn, Kakarot." He sighed. The weight comforted him.

Lips grazed against his ear. "Be honest, 'Geta. After a year, am I still any good?"

Vegeta opened and closed his dry mouth. "You want a rating?"

"Sure."

"Nine out of ten."

"Nine out of ten?" Goku hissed. "That's like an A-minus!"

"I left room for improvement."

"That's not fair. You could barely speak a second ago. And you came twice in a row!"

Vegeta smiled. "Maybe next time you can do a few cartwheels and backflips before mounting me. Then I'll really be impressed."

"Oh man…"

As much as he wanted to humor Goku with pillow talk, the growing wetness between his thighs couldn't be ignored. His suspicions had to be confirmed. "Kakarot, take off the condom."

"Eh?"

"I said to take off the condom."

"Uuugh." Goku lifted himself off Vegeta's wet back. "Oops."

"'Oops'? What do you mean by 'oops'?'"

"Uhh." Goku swallowed the spit in his mouth. "I don't see it."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"It's not on me anymore."

"You're telling me it disappeared?"

"Hmm." Goku squeezed both of Vegeta's ass cheeks. "Maybe it's stuck in here?"

"You're kidding."

"Don't worry. I'll fish it out."

Vegeta clenched his ass. "You won't!"

"I gotta!" Goku spread his cheeks apart. The soreness from all of their activity literally bit him in the ass as Goku plunged his fingers inside his hole. "I feel somethin'. Aah, here it is."

Vegeta winced as the long piece of latex slid out of him. Goku's silence didn't bode well. He craned his neck around to see what the hell was happening behind him. Hanging between Goku's pinched fingers were the torn remains of the condom. Vegeta sighed and smashed his face back into the pillow. "Shit."

"I didn't mean to do it!"

"It's fine."

"I didn't know if I should've worn the other kind—"

"Kakarot. Stop."

"You know, you might not get pregnant—"

"I don't care!"

Goku crawled backwards off the bed and chucked the condom in the trash. "I thought you didn't want to get pregnant right now?"

"That's what I said earlier."

The bed dipped again under Goku's weight. He returned to his prior position on top of Vegeta, but kept his chin propped in his palm. "Is there something I'm not getting here?" He rubbed small circles into Vegeta's shoulder.

"If I get pregnant sooner than later, it wouldn't be that big of a deal."

"Then why did you make me get condoms?"

Vegeta sighed. "All I'm saying is that if I got pregnant now I wouldn't be upset!"

"You always wanted to have a baby as soon as possible, didn't you?"

"No!"

"Hehe. Fine." Goku jumped off the bed. "I'm gettin' horny again. Let me put another condom on."

"Hold it." Vegeta rolled onto his back to watch Goku reach for another wrapper. "What's the point?"

"To not have a baby. Remember?"

"You already came in me. It's too late now!"

"Vegeta, we both know that doesn't make sense."

"I—oh, forget it!" Explaining things like this was always difficult for him. Why couldn't Goku just take the easy way out he was handing to him on a platter?

"Ve-ge-ta," Goku sang, "just tell me you want to have a baby right now. Why is that so hard to admit?"

The Prince turned his attention to a speck on the wall. "I don't—ugh. I don't want to get my hopes up. Okay?"

Goku slid back onto the bed beside him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to be disappointed if it doesn't happen this time around." He pulled his knees to his chest. "I figured if we didn't try at all, this day would be a lot less stressful for me."

"Mm." Goku ruffled his hair. "You worry too much. Aren't I supposed to take care of you now?"

Vegeta let his head sink back down into the pillow. "Oh? Are you Mr. Dominant all of a sudden?"

Goku rubbed his chin. "Yeah! That means I'm the leader, right?"

"Sure, Kakarot." He'd never uttered such a thing in Goku's presence. But back on Planet Vegeta it was expected for someone in his position to always defer to the dominate mate. Spending the last hour happily getting fucked on his back must have made their new relationship roles apparent. "I'll do whatever you say," Vegeta conceded.

"Cool." Goku tapped the tip of Vegeta's nose. "Stop worrying."

"Just…stop?"

"Yeah!"

"Fine."

"Great. Now leave everything to me."

"Everything?"

"Every little thing."

"Okay."

"Listen to me, 18." Bulma Briefs picked at the Caprese salad in front of her. "Leave everything to me. I'll plan the wedding. It'll be easier that way!"

Bulma and Android 18 sat in a crowded restaurant down the street from the studio set. Further down the table Krillin bombarded their daughter with probing questions about her romantic life. 18 saw Marron wince and blush at suddenly having a spotlight shined on her. Part of 18 wanted to swoop in to play "mommy defender"— but it was high time the girl stood on her own two feet.

It was also time for Bulma to slow her roll. "I'm going to organize their wedding," 18 said. "It makes the most sense." 18 sipped her iced tea. "That's likely what Vegeta wants."

Bulma reacted like 18 had slapped her across the face. "Excuse me? How would you know what Vegeta wants?"

"He and I are close friends now." 18 grinned. "Best friends, even."

Bulma stuttered. "Uh, I like to think I know him better than you do." Bulma pointed both her thumbs at her face. "You know who was with him for twenty years? This chick."

"How could I forget?"

"Then take my word. I can do the best job!"

18 didn't dislike Bulma per se. They got along just fine. In contrast, when Chi-Chi was still alive she and Bulma were incredibly close. Which 18 never quite understood. Bulma was an heiress to a technological empire, and Chi-Chi was…the country girl that always worried too much.

18 also found it strange how different she was compared to Bulma. If she wished, Bulma could live like a princess cooped up in Capsule Corp until the day she died. 18, on the other hand, was thrown into a world of violence with few choices at freedom. Luck favored her when she met Krillin.

Had Bulma been lucky when she met Vegeta? They helped each other immensely over the years. But she and the Prince made a perfect couple in same way two trains speeding toward each other would have the perfect collision. It looked beautiful when looking at it from far enough away.

"Helloo, Earth to 18!"

While she may be the biggest drama queen on the planet, Bulma did have more compassion than 18 could ever fathom. After all this time she still wanted to help Goku and the Prince of all Saiyans. That in itself deserved a modicum of respect.

So 18 gave in. "Fine."

"Fine?" Bulma sighed. "Fine what?"

"You can help me plan the wedding."

Bulma threw her hands into the air. "Help!"

18 sucked on the end of her straw. The ice in her glass rattled together. "This is me being nice."

"Nice. Right." Bulma laughed and stabbed at a slice of mozzarella in her salad. "There's no end to your well of kindness!"

"I'll show you a fucking nine out of ten!"

Vegeta threw his head back into Goku's neck. Now when was the last time he had sex standing up? It wasn't with another man, that's for goddamn sure. The bastard held him up in the air backwards with his hands cradled under Vegeta's knees. For support, Vegeta leaned back and locked his arms behind Goku's neck. He bounced up and down as Goku screwed him from below. "Shitshitshit! Slow down!"

Goku's sweaty cheek pressed against his own. "Uh-uh. Gotta beat my score."

Vegeta flipped through the colorful library of swearwords in his mind. The word "fuck," much to his displeasure, lost all its allure the longer the day went on. He'd already screamed in pleasure at getting fucked. He'd pointed out Goku was amazing at fucking his fucking brains out. And for fuck's sake, how much longer could he take all this fucking without losing his fucking mind?"Fuck, Kakarot. You're driving me insane!"

Beneath him, Goku's hips pounded against his ass. At the end of every stroke, he tightened around his lover's length and milked the penetration for all it was worth. "Hah," Goku groaned, "that feels so good!"

Vegeta gasped. "Holy shit." The pleasure pooling in his abdomen made him feel heady. "Shit. Shit. I'm going to come all over the carpet!"

Goku increased his speed. "That sounds great!"

"No, that sounds ba—oh, goddammit!"

Hours later, Goku gave in to his exhaustion and took a short trip to the bathroom. He splashed water from the faucet over his face. The unfamiliar sensation of metal rubbing against his cheek threw him off guard. He held his hands away from his face and caught the sparkling of his ring. "Vegeta," he called out, "we're really getting married?"

"If I live to see tomorrow, then yes!"

Goku leaned outside the bathroom door. His prince was currently facedown and spread-eagled on the bed. Completely still. "You okay?"

Vegeta twitched his right hand. "I'm fine."

Goku skipped back into the bedroom and plopped down next to Vegeta's face. "You look like you've been in battle."

"I have. With you."

"Hehe." Goku looked out the window. Late afternoon clouds rolled across the sky and blanketed shade miles around his home. The cooler temperature blessed him with a moment to gather his thoughts. Everything about the day so far was too hot—his body, Vegeta's body, inside Vegeta's body, and even the inside of their house. Every iota of his being still wanted to rut like a senseless animal. But at least the cooler weather offered him respite and sanity of mind. He could now control his urges. "Hey, will this be the only time you go into heat?"

"No." Vegeta turned his head toward Goku. "It'll happen once a month."

"Once a month!" Goku sucked air in between his teeth. "It's going to be like this for a whole day twelve times a year?"

"Just when the moon is full. So once a night, once a month." He paused. "And every blue moon."

"Whew." Goku pushed Vegeta's limp body over to give himself more room on the bed. He leaned back against the headboard. "I love this, but I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you before this is all over."

Vegeta smirked. "Are you bowing out?"

Goku whistled low. "No way. I'm already starting to get hard again." He twiddled his thumbs in his lap. "Uh, since this happens once a month, does that mean the other thing happens too?"

"What 'other thing' are you referring to?"

"Are you going to bleed once a month?"

Vegeta raised his brow. "Absolutely not."

"How would I know!" Goku blew out a puff of air. Relieved. "I don't know how Saiyan bodies work when it comes to having babies. Especially since the way you'll get pregnant is different from what I'm used to."

"Leave the science to me."

"Sure." Goku felt heat rise to his cheeks. "Speaking of what I'm used to…" He swirled his index fingers around in circles. "Wanna switch out for a while? You look real tired."

"Are you serious?"

"Just because we're mates now doesn't change how I feel about sex." Goku laughed, jittery with nervous energy. "You know how much I like being on bottom. And it's been a year. I need it real bad."

Vegeta's eyes were so wide Goku noticed his pupils dilate. "You poor thing."

"So." Goku flipped Vegeta onto his back. "Is the offer to ride you still on the table?"

"Oh, yes."

When the moon peeked out from behind the clouds wafting outside their bedroom window, Vegeta knew what was coming. The Saiyan blood coursing through both their veins awakened a primordial need to bash each other's skulls in at first sight of any moonlight. Being in heat only amplified the craving.

Yielding to his baser instincts was a guilty pleasure. He could never do this with Bulma. Goku made the first move. Strong arms wrapped around Vegeta's neck tight enough to restrict his windpipe. "Mind if I throw you around a bit?" Goku asked.

Vegeta struggled to laugh. Did Goku even grasp how strange of a request that was? "Sure. I'd love that."

His rival was faster than he remembered. In seconds they were on the floor tumbling in a mass of limbs. A lamp shattered. A stray foot kicked the wall hard enough to rattle the window. Goku's hair burst into golden light. He slammed Vegeta onto the floor. Cold blue eyes pinned him to the spot. "I won."

Vegeta snarled beneath his weight. "Don't get cocky because you've been fucking me in the ass all day." His own hair burst into bright, yellow light.

Pummeling Goku was a delight. It'd been ages since they'd sparred completely nude. Velvet skin slid and bruised against Vegeta's fists. Their fingers locked together; they fell into a dance where they slammed each other against the wall in turns. Dust from broken plaster settled on Vegeta's shoulders. Containing their movement in such a small space was a welcome challenge. Outside, Goku would have sent him careening into a rock face. But trapped in their bedroom, Goku had to twist his arms behind his back and knee the base of his spine to subdue him. The delirious joy written across the taller Saiyan's face made the pain all the more worth it.

Goku caught Vegeta off guard and released him. He pulled their mouths together into a sloppy kiss. Vegeta sighed into it, happy to have such tenderness wrapped up in the agony.

The instant Goku flipped their positions, he knew he'd made a mistake. Goku punched him clean across the jaw, sending him flying across the room into the bed. The wooden frame splintered beneath his impact.

"Oh, shit!" Goku rushed to his side. "Are you okay?"

"Do you think I'm made of glass?" Vegeta rubbed the bruise on his chin. "I can take a punch."

"Looks like our bed wasn't as lucky." Goku scratched the back of his head. "Sorry. I got carried away. Good thing I didn't send you straight through the wall, eh?"

Vegeta stared up from the floor. The moonlight spilling around Goku's muscular silhouette made him resemble a bronze statue. He wetted his lips. "Do me."

"Right now? But what about—"

"Kakarot." To emphasize his need, he pulled up his knees and presented himself. "Don't keep me waiting."

Goku growled and dived on top of him.

Bzzzt.

The room was now pitch dark. Vegeta's hand roamed around the bed for his phone. It continued to vibrate beneath his pillow. His shaking hands found it. "What?"

"Vegeta?" Piccolo asked over the line. "Good. You finally decided to pick up."

Goku lifted his head up from between Vegeta's legs. "Tell him I said 'hi,' will ya?"

Vegeta shoved Goku back down into his crotch. "What's wrong, Piccolo?"

"What the hell have you two been up to all day? You left without any explanation!"

"We're at home."

"That doesn't answer my question. I know where you are. I've noticed Goku's energy level spike for hours, but I barely sense yours at all. What are you two doing over there?"

"We've been busy. That's all you need to know."

Piccolo breathed into the phone. "Whatever. I've been holding onto your stupid duffle bag all day long. I just want to get rid of it. And what's with the stupid picture in one of the pockets?"

"You went through my belongings?"

"Bulma did after the show. Then she went on a long rant about wanting to take a 'real' version of the photo. You owe me twenty minutes of my life back."

Vegeta arched his hips up from the bed. "That's great and all, but I'm busy—"

"Can I dump this crap over there right now?"

Goku's tongue swirled around the head of Vegeta's cock. "Yes!" he gasped. "I—I mean no!"

"Then when can I come over?"

"Hey Vegeta, look at me!" Goku flicked Vegeta's dick against the side of his face. "You think if I hit myself hard enough with this thing, I'll get hurt?"

Vegeta's mouth fell open. "I'm not sure."

"You're not sure? Why not?" Piccolo asked.

Vegeta shut Goku up by shoving himself back in his gaping mouth. "We're going to be busy screwing for the rest of the night. So how does two o'clock tomorrow sound? That good enough of an answer for you?"

Piccolo fell silent for longer than Vegeta cared for. "That works." He hung up.

Vegeta flung his phone onto the nightstand. "Kakarot, you're terrible."

"I know. But isn't this the best blow job you've ever received?"

A rare moment of sobriety broke Vegeta's heat. He pulled himself into the fetal position beside Goku. Goku marveled at how his long spiky hair draped across the pillow beneath them. How could hair that looked so sharp feel like lamb's wool between his fingers? He slid his hand down from Vegeta's scalp to his cheek. "I hope you're not too tired, sweetie. The night's not over yet."

"Why do you call me that?"

Goku leaned over to catch one of Vegeta's narrow eyes looking back at him. "Call you what?"

"'Sweetie.'"

"Do you want me to stop calling you that?"

"No."

Goku kissed his shoulder. "I dunno. It felt right the first time I said it."

Vegeta made a strange grumbly noise that reverberated deep in his chest. "Do you need me to call you something…cute as well?"

"I never thought about it until now." Goku hugged him between his arms. "I think 'Kakarot' is good enough for me."

Vegeta's foot traveled up Goku's calf muscle. The sensation tickled until he pinched Goku's skin between his toes. "Ow! What'd you do that for?"

Vegeta ignored him. "I thought about you often during the past year." His voice lowered. "I worried a lot, too. There were times when I wondered if my…little…carrot cake had gotten hurt."

Goku gasped. "Vegeta!"

"What? Why are you yelling?"

"I love you!"

In the middle of the night, Vegeta's phone buzzed again. He was on the brink of exhaustion, but at least Goku was currently taking the "brunt" of their effort. Vegeta tugged on the back of his mate's sweat-drenched hair and continued to thrust into him. "Answer my phone."

Goku moaned. "Mm, I don't wanna stop!"

"No one said anything about stopping. Grab it off the nightstand."

Goku scrambled to get the phone between his fingers. "It's a text from your son!"

"Nng. What does he want?"

"H-he said—uuugh, gods!"

"Stop speaking gibberish."

"He and Goten are headed over!"

"Right now? Text him back and tell him to stay away."

"But that's rude!" Goku struggled to keep the phone in his hand as he continued to rock against the bed on all fours. "I'll tell them to come back for luuunch tomorrow and—oh Vegeta!"

"Give me the phone. You're falling apart!"

"This is Tastee D bringing you your scheduled dosage of mellow tunes early in the morning. You may be up at the crack of dawn, but you've got me for company. I want everyone feeling as good as I do right now. Here's a throwback to July of 1969. George Harrison penned this song while playing hooky at Eric Clapton's house. Supposedly the winter in London that year was the coldest it'd been in forever…"

The radio alarm jolted Goku awake. Pale sunlight splashed off his windowsill and bled onto the carpet. A slow arc of light crawled up the edge of the bed. Through his grogginess, realization washed over him. He shook Vegeta's shoulder. "Wake up and look outside!"

Vegeta cracked open an eye. "Turn that noise off."

"We made it. It's morning!" The radio's music filled the air. Goku watched the sun unveil patches of the room. Broken wood surrounded the base of the bed. The tattered remains of Vegeta's blue jeans laid in a pile near the bathroom. Both their pairs of shoes sat neatly next to each other beside the bedroom door.

In the chaos of their lovemaking, Vegeta had decided to arrange their shoes in a row?

Goku wasn't sure why this pleased him more than anything else. "Vegeta. Don't you know this song?"

"Everyone knows this song."

Using his thumb, Goku ghosted a path across Vegeta's glowing cheek. "Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting…"

"You don't know how to sing."

"Little darling," Goku sang louder, his own laughter breaking through, "it seems like years since it's been clear."

Vegeta covered the hand on his face with his own. He smiled.

"Here comes the sun, doo n' doo doo—"

"Kakarot."

"Here comes the sun, and I say…it's all right."

The End