Even More Of Us
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Even More Of Us
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.).
~~~**
Ah.
Morning. The best time of the
day. Especially when it started out
with Vegeta sucking on his chest while he pushed into him.
The birds were singing, the sun was shining. The horny Saiyans were rutting.
Life was just about perfect.
He
shifted a bit, opened his legs a little wider, arched his back and yes, there
it was. Absolute perfection.
sensitive—was appreciating the attention it was receiving.
just purred, let the insanity explode inside of him over and over again.
their bodies together, felt his tail as it jerked endlessly, and thought that
if everyone in the world got to greet the day like this there would be much
less crime in the universe. Fighting would
not be necessary because everyone would spend the whole day walking around with
a grin on their face, a spring in their step.
They
hadn’t destroyed a forest yet, but Vegeta was getting more powerful by the
second. And Goku let him.
stretching around his mate, felt everything get more focused on the lower half
of his body and the rocking motion as he held onto Vegeta and just enjoyed
it. Heard his name being uttered between
the kisses that rained down on him, and thought that nothing was ever going to
be better than this.
Fisted
his hand in the yellow hair of his mate, pressed lips and teeth harder to his
chest. Panted.
hips jerking back against every thrust.
Felt that he would scream if he couldn’t move harder and faster and get
more and more and more of it.
Let
the purring work its magic as he grit his teeth and tried to focus on
breathing.
~~~**
It
was the smell. That smell of spice and
sex and lust that clouded everything, everywhere, all aroKakaKakarot.
around Vegeta’s hand. The way he always
whimpered and whispered that insane little plea: “More.” And who was the Prince
of all Saiyans to disregard such a simple request? But this was fucking insanity.
Nothing should be this addictive.
Nobody should be able to wrap themselves all around him, take him into
their body and beg him for more.
Insane.
He
sucked on his mate’s chest, because he could feel how they were shifting again.
Preparing to supply their children with milk in the next few months.
produce. Ambrosia.
touch. Loved the feeling of hot, slick
skin under his palms. Loved to feel the
way the muscles moved, contracting and releasing, stretching his mate out under
him. Loved the hips that pushed back
against him, the thighs that pressed tight to his hips and the heat and wetness
that held him so tightly.
Insane.
Heard
the purring, pushed in harder, faster, tried to meet the need that was rattling
inside of Kakarot’s chest. Found that
the louder the purr the harder he pushed.
Wanted more. Needed it.
on the feel of the slide. In and out,
the same rhythm that had been in use since the first two mammals got it
on.
Hands
in his hair, on his back. Strong
hands. And that smell, it was
absolutely everywhere. He had tried to
become a Super Saiyan all his life, and this was the application it was best
used for. He needed all that power just
to satiate his mate—and himself.
the purr change to a growl, felt an spray of hotness against his stomach, and
then he pushed into his mate again, pressed his teeth to the chest as he felt
the body contract, the wetness, and his own answering release.
He
loved the lust cycle.
~~**
“We’ll
still have sex after right?” Goku asked.
He had been considering this since the stupid ass dragon took away his
future children. Because at first he
was pretty sure that his relative extra parts would go away, and then he
thought that that wouldn’t make any sense because the Dragon couldn’t take them
because they had little babies in them.
Which mean that all the dragon did, effectively, was make it so he
couldn’t conceive anymore. Which meant
that the parts should still be there.
(which was absolutely great because he was very, very fond of those
parts.)
“After
what Kakarot?”
“After
little Vegita and Kakarot are born. You
know, when I can’t have any more babies?”
“Of
course.” Vegeta was floating in the
water next to him, leisurely absorbing the sun. Perfecting his already perfect bronze skin. “Why wouldn’t we?”
“Well,
its not like we got together because we loved each other,” Goku said, “It was
just the smell.”
“It
doesn’t matter why we got together.
Just that we are together now.”
Goku
considered this, left the soft current of the river drift him along.
happen and what order they had to happen in for this to turn out the beautiful
way that it had. Because this wish of
his could have been a disaster. Vegeta
could very well have never even looked at him again after he got him pregnant—that
too was something he owed to the future Trunks, because if he hadn’t shown up
and made Vegeta see that he was being a moron…well, then things would not be
this way. Or the Prince could have just
left him after the babies were born.
He
stopped entertaining that line of thought and considered it absolutely
ridiculous because he was thinking that Vegeta was capable of doing these
horrible things, and he wasn’t. Proud,
yes, but he wasn’t the sort of person that would turn his back to his family.
sun warm his back as he floated and looked at Vegeta. Waited for the Prince to open one of his dark eyes and look at
him.
“Yes,
Kakarot?”
“What
are we going to do about Trunks and Goten?”
“What
about them?”
“I
mean, they already share a bed and sleep with no clothes on, what are we going
to do when they start giving off smells?”
Vegeta
shrugged, floated. And then said: “Buy
earplugs.”
Oh.
He already had guilt that he had inadvertently given his son the dual
gender. (Bulma said that that happened
because men decided the baby’s gender and because Kakarot was both genders all
his sperm carried the dual gender chromosomes, and should he ever get another
woman pregnant he would have another dual-gendered child.)
“So
am I Kakarot.”
Sigh.
anywhere. “I’m hungry.”
instead of floating on it. “We should
find something to eat.”
~~~**
Evening
set and Vegeta sat on Kakarot’s lap, tipped his head back and looked up at the
stars. Felt no urgency to move and
heard the purr in his mate’s chest, but knew that there was no need to thrust
and moan and get sweaty. He shifted on
the hardness that was buried in him and let hands slip around his back and hold
him when he leaned back. Stared at the
stars.
Thought
about what Kakarot had asked him about there being more Saiyans.
like he was still being rocked by the river they had spent the day floating
on. Lips kissed his collarbone, branded
every inch of skin they touched, and he tipped his head back down.
down.
Kakarot’s
tail was wrapped around his knee, his arms around his back, they were pressed
together as they sat here, in the darkness, and swayed against each other.
~~***
“Don’t
you ever sleep, kid?” Gohan asked. Sat
next to him on the edge of the Lookout, let his longer legs dangle and didn’t
try to get close to Bardock.
“Sometimes.”
“When?”
meant the lust cycle should be over—and he had seen Bardock curled up with his
little siblings a grand total of two times.
And tonight, when Trunks and Goten were up here with him, he knew that
the little boy wouldn’t be sleeping.
“When
I know that they’re safe,” Bardock said.
He was staring. Up into the
sky.
“I
wouldn’t let anything happen to them, you know.”
Bardock
turned, looked at him. “They aren’t
yours,” he said, “Takashi, Bulla and Goten, they’re all mine.
and they aren’t yours.”
“I’m
the oldest,” Gohan said.
“I’m
the oldest,” Bardock shot back, “The oldest child of my mom, and that
means that everyone born after me is mine.”
“Then
why is Goten yours? Dad didn’t give
birth to him.”
“No.
than me. He’s more Trunks’ than mine.”
Gohan
heaved a sigh. “So when do you know
that they’re safe? If they aren’t safe
with me?”
“They’re
safe when they’re with my parents. They’re
safe with me.” Bardock stood up.
to the brood and the little-bitties.
Sat down a few feet away from them.
Crossed his tiny legs and just watched them. Trilled, and as Gohan watched, the brood curled tighter around
themselves and started to trill and purr in response.
He
felt a dark sort of jealousy that was short lived. Because he had never had a brother or a sister to feel so close
to, never felt like he owed it to anyone to protect it so strongly.
envy him for a split-second. Because
Bardock could never have a life that was just his—ever.
always be his problem. And the brood
and the bitties, they would live knowing that they were safe.
But
who was going to watch out for Bardock?
Who was going to stay up every night and make sure nothing ever got to
him?
~~~~~~***
Short
chapter! I just could not write
it. I don’t know why.
Gk: Yeah sex! Boo end of Lust
Cycle!
Vegeta: Well, you have to birth those babies now.
Gk: What?! No!
Vegeta: I don’t recall anyone asking you.
Gk: *sigh *
Aarika:
Yep. Porn and
Geometry. That’s our Goten.
and go read FROSTING CHRONICLES.
Mechanical butterfly:
I don’t know how I write them all either.
lemons’ and other times I’m like ‘gah.
Lemons.’ But sometimes, when I’m
like ‘gah’ I have to write lemons anyway.
*sigh *
Getarian:
Yeah. I like
the parts were Vegeta and Goku can do that quiet companionship thing.
story. *sighs happily. *
And for some reason, Bardock has crawled right into
my mind and taken up residence. (Would
love to introduce him to the twins, just to see what the three of them would do
to each other.) He’s so serious and…well,
sort of scary really.
And Hormone Therapy has slipped off the first
page! Wahhhhhhhhhh!
Luna:
Sadly, the Lust Cycle must end sometime.
PS. FOLKS:
Unfortunately
(due to the fact that I have to rip my hair out every single Sunday trying to
get to the computer) I won’t update tomorrow.
But I promise and swear and all that good nonsense that on Monday
Morning there will be a new chapter for every story. (Well, every story except those that are finished like More of
Us, Hormone Therapy and Cross-eyed.)
Okay?
Okay!