Even More Of Us
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Sequel
to “More of Us.”
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
*Gratuitous usage of purring. *
Mpreg. AU; naturally.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
DBZ manga.
But I do own the following birth certificates:
Bardock, Gogeta, Takashi and Bulla (Vegita & Kakarot’s too.).
~~~**
Life broke down into pretty simple desires.
Sex. Bathe when needed.
was tossed out the proverbial window.
Unlike the first time they did this; Vegeta was not unaware of his
mate’s desires. He was not snobbishly
(or idiotically as Bulma said) against his mate getting to be the dominant
one. That had been a battle that he had
fought; had decided was stupid and had given into. So, now, when the baka tackled him to the ground, shaking like a
spastic puppy and growling instead of purring; he wasn’t that worried.
Actually
he was rather relaxed, and happy that he was not the one that was going to have
to be responsible for all the mate-pleasing nonsense. All he needed to do was ride it out and enjoy himself.
Not
a problem.
It
was rather easy to be trd und under the taller Saiyan, to arch his back and
hiss out through his clenched teeth, to writhe and trill, and listen to the
pleased little noises that Goku made as he purred the whole time he had his mouth
closed around Vegeta. There were worse
things, Vegeta was sure, than dying from exceeding the amount of pleasure your
body could withstand. There were two
fingers pushing in and out of him, and he tried to push back against them, but
couldn’t find the leverage. They moved;
pressed against that part of him that made him want to scream.
he screamed he would be stuck right here.
Felt
the hot tongue pressing against the underside of his erection, the throat
vibrating in that deep purr that was a mark of the lust cycle.
his head, his hands were digging into the ground. He felt like he was going to snap in half if something more did
not happen soon. He forced a breath out
and heaved another one as he tried to come back down from the insane precipice
of ecstasy. Fingers stopped moving,
stayed right on that part of him that made lightening run through.
hurt it felt so good. And the mouth
around him was getting hotter, and he tried to stifle the noise as it tore from
his throat.
A
scream.
He
could feel the pleased noise that Kakarot made. Felt the fingers slip out of him, let his back straighten out,
panted as Kakarot pushed himself up.
Grinned. Licked his lips.
Kakarot seemed to enjoy this. He ducked
his head, licked a line down his neck, sucked on it, pressed teeth against his
skin but didn’t draw blood. Used his
large hands to lift Vegeta’s hips.
Waited as the Prince, himself, guided his mate’s erection to where he
wanted it, and then, moved his hands up from Vegeta’s firm backside to his hips
as he pushed into him, trailed hands up his sweaty legs, to his knees, draped
the knees over his arms and folded the prince in half.
Vegeta
bit his own lip. Felt his body stretch
impossibly. Felt the slickness of the
oil they had used. Felt the way the
hardness pulsed inside of him, and his body’s own instinctive response to open
wider, to push back, accept this invasion in the name of pleasure.
eyes. Saw the way he was struggling to
breath, the way he was shining everywhere, radiating lust and strength and
still could hardly breathed.
I
did that. Vegeta thought.
under his knees as leverage.
Kakarot
dropped his head down again, sucked on the juncture of neck and shoulder.
ground under them and thrust into Vegeta.
Murmured and purred and growled.
Vegeta
felt the trilling start in his chest, felt his own exclamations, and if he had
the breath he would have screamed out his mate’s name.
tightly in Kakarot’s embrace, being impaled by him, driven insane by the warm
and the hardness pressing endlessly into him and the hard stomach rubbing
against his erection. He moved his
dirty hands up, pressed them to the hard, slick back. Dug fingernails in, left marks.
Wanted to write his name on every single inch of his mate.
to.
Felt
the shaking start in Kakarot’s arms, felt it pass all the way down his body,
the hot rush inside of him, the whimpering as Kakarot stopped moving, purred,
whispered his name like a prayer: ‘Geta…’
And then that little plea: “More.”
Felt Kakarot move back, let his knees fall, pull out of his body, raise
his whole body up, wrap a hand around Vegeta’s erection and sink himself down
onto it. Felt legs fold on either side
of him, and looked up to see his mate, staring down at him; pouting.
Watched
him lift and lower himself. Watched him
grind against Vegeta, felt it as the hotness of the body around him started to
implode, felt it ripple and clench and Vegeta screamed his mate’s name as he
let everything explode.
~~***
“Hey,
‘Geta,” Goku said. He was lying on his
back, dressed, wrapped up in blankets as the night got colder around him.
looking up into the sky.
“Yes,
Kakarot?” His voice had a rough edge to
it, like his throat was sore. And Goku
too a great deal of pride in knowing that it had been from screaming his name.
“How
do we know there aren’t any more like us?”
Vegeta
sighed. “I looked for them.
“But,”
Goku said, “What if they were always looking too, and the two of you kept
missing each other. Like they looked on
one planet and you looked on one planet, but it was never the same planet?”
“I
guess we don’t know for sure that we’re the only ones.
Goku
sighed. Watched the sky get darker,
watched the stars twinkle in and out of light.
Felt his tail wrapped around his waist.
Wondered if there were more of their kind out there, wondered if he
would ever know for sure. It had been
years since the planet Vegeta was destroyed.
The scattered survivors could have spent all this time trying to find
each other, regrouped. Reproduced.
weren’t anymore of them.
“Why
didn’t you ask the dragon that three years ago?” Vegeta asked.
Goku
shrugged. “I didn’t know that he was
going to turn me into a part woman. I
just thought he’d… I don’t know.
“Hn.”
“I
like it best this way anyway,” Goku said.
Purred as he rolled onto his side.
Watched Vegeta stare up at the sky and yawned. Wondered what his children were doing. What they were going to do until this lust cycle was over.
didn’t accidentally drive Gohan insane.
~~**
“Drop.
Now.” Bardock caught his brother
by the tail as he tried to make off with yet another part of the lookout.
to take, and turned, pouted with his little lip sticking out.
And
Takashi did. Went back over to curl up
next to Bulla. Stuck his tongue out at
his older brother, but didn’t move again.
Gohan
moved over to stand next to Bardock.
“How do you do that?”
“What
do you mean?”
“Get
them to listen to you when they never listen to anyone?”
Bardock
snorted, crossed his arms over his tiny chest.
Felt tiny when he was standing next to Gohan. Which was understandable.
He wasn’t even four years old yet.
He was tiny. “They’re mine.
My brother. Why wouldn’t they
listen to me?”
“You
don’t listen to them.”
“I
listen to them,” Bardock countered, “But I’m the first born one, I don’t have
to obey them.”
~~~**
Bulma
hummed to herself. Worked on fixing the
dragon radar—Bulla broke it—and listened to the silence of her house.
herself a husband or if she would just continue to live in this house with
these damn insatiable, impossible, overbearing Saiyans.
much as a reason. Asking Vegeta about
that had been like smashing headfirst into a stone wall.
there was nothing positive coming out of the situation.
Gogeta wanted to be on his own, and that he was not going to make his son feel
guilty for needing to live his own life.
He was a more patient mother than her.
If Trunks had tried to run away his ass would be chained to her at all
times until he realized that his place was right here with her.
Like Gogeta was part of Goku.
But unlike her, Goku could let that part of himself go.
move on.
She
had watched Vegeta, and while he loved all his children just the same as he did
before Gogeta left, she never once saw him look around for his missing son the
way that Goku had. It was as if the
child had been completely taken out of Vegeta’s life.
Which
had been sad. But after two months of depressing
things (an unhappy Goku was a depressing thing.) They were once again back around to the lust cycle and the
endless screwing. Which was fine, just
so long as nothing got destroyed in the process, no children were scarred for
life and she didn’t have to be subjected to that smell for the duration.
And
walking in on them when they were on her couch. Shit. That brought back
all sorts of memories. Which of course,
was the reason they had left her house that very next morning.
exclusively now. No stupidity was going
to separate them. (Plus as much as she
loved her son, she didn’t really want to end up being screwed into a wall by Vegeta
again. Or have to put up with Chichi
should Goku end up with her.)
She
left the Dragon radar in her lab.
Locked up her house, turned off all the lights and went to check on her
son and the chibi-version of his father, Goten. They were curled up into each other. Adorable. Unfortunately
naked, but cute none the less. Goten
had Trunks’ tail in his fist as he slept and Trunks had his hand in Goten’s
hair.
She
did not look forward to puberty with these two. Wondered if Goten would go through it first like women did or if
they would go through it at the same time.
Wondered when Goten would be able to have children.
enough to take care of their children.
With
one final look at them, she closed their door and went to her own room to
sleep.
~~~~~~***
You
know; I just noticed that More of Us isn’t on the first page of AFF.net
anymore. *sobs like a two year old
* WHY?! Why?!
Gk: More sex could have happened.
Vegeta: I think we might have sexed the author out.
Gk: GASP! What does that
mean?
Vegeta: There is such a thing as too much of a good thing.
Gk: There is?!
Getarian:
Poor Bulma. I’m
really mean to her sometimes. Taking
over her house, letting the horny ones do as they wish wherever they wish and
she never gets any. Sigh.
(And yes, it does look like Bardock and Trunks are going to get along
fine, doesn’t it?)
Jaygoose:
Sometimes I wish everything was as simple for humans
as it is for Saiyans. (except the
fighting and dying part.)
Aarika
Yes. *holds
up pocket watch, waves it back and forth*
You will read Frosting Chronicles.
You will read Frosting Chronicles.
Mechanical Butterfly
Poor Gohan.
Needs to get there earlier if he thinks he’s going to get any breakfast.
dear.)
Luna:
Yeah! Lust
Cycle! Yeahhhhh!