More of Us
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
Mpreg. Chi-Chi bashing.
fiction AU?*
Oh, and I don’t own them.
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Vegeta
kept the list, because more often than Goku really felt was completely
necessary, he was feeding his four little babies. So Vegeta wrote it all down, all the firsts and the surprises and
the really odd things that the babies did.
Of course, Vegeta’s list consisted less of “First laugh” “first word”
and “crawling” and more of “First punch” “First fight” and “levitating.”
ruler of the brood, and he often sat in his crib and chattered endlessly while
his parents tried their hardest to sleep.
They had been able to ignore him and sleep, but then the boy learned
that if concentrated hard enough he could lift his body up out of the
crib. And of course, that did not last
long, because he was too little and untrained to use his ki that way.
his crib or onto the floor, and the howling that resulted could be assuaged by
no less than the full attention of his mother and father.
session of trilling, and he was content and able to sleep.
Gogeta
was the first to punch his brother. And
he had even laughed when Takashi had tumbled backward off the bed.
Takashi had the worse temper, and he flew his little self back onto the bed,
and attacked his brother with his tiny little teeth.
Goku
had been feeding Bulla at the time, and he watched them with a vague smile on
his face, looking forward to when they were bigger and he could teach them how
to fight for real.
to scuffles his brother under him and pin him to the bed, but Takashi had drawn
more blood, and it was Vegeta—whilst laughing—that separated them at last and
ruffled their messy hair. Pride.
associated with Vegeta, but fatherly pride none the less.
And
Bulla—although not nearly as violent as he elder siblings—beat them all by
being the first to produce a ki blast.
Goku had told EVERYONE about that.
Bulma, Chichi, Gohan, Piccolo, Dende, Popo, Master Roshi, Oolong,
Krillin, and even Yamcha—although getting a hold of him had been difficult and
Yamcha spent wholwhole conversation inching away from Goku.
solid two hours and tried to get her to say: Kamehameha.
him for trying and that was good enough.
But,
as much as Goku liked them, he was feeling more energized and better everyday,
and after four months of not fighting anything, eight months of getting up
every two hours and changing diapers and laundry and cute babies was starting
to wear on his nerves. He wanted to
spar. He really wanted to spar.
they were immediately thereafter busy with either the four babies or a very
pregnant Bulma who informed them on a continuous basis that she was not a
Saiyan, and the kick-boxing boy in her womb was definitely his father’s
son. Hell, even Chichi called to yell
at Goku over the phone about how his son seemed to enjoy bruising her liver.
But
the new babies would be born soon, and Goku sighed to realize that meant
another baby to look after, and another whole eight months of worry about
little firsts. Which he loved to
do. But he wanted to spar too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Vegeta
stood in the hallway of the hospital, cursed Kakarot a thousand times for absolutely
refusing to enter the hospital, because Vegeta was here with Bulma and little
Trunks was being born amid a lot of “I HATE THOSE FUCKING SAIYANS!” and “I’M
GOING TO KILL THAT ROYAL ASSHOLE!” and occasionally a “THIS KID BETTER BE
FUCKING WORTH THIS!” But eventually,
the screaming stopped—or else the woman’s screaming stopped—and there came the
baby’s squalling. He heard the doctors
all murmuring to themselves, and it was then that Vegeta opened the door to the
delivery room, and stared at the doctors as they were uncoiling his son’s tail
in shock.
“Leave
his tail alone,” Vegeta said.
Patiently, he thought.
The
doctors obediently left it be, cut the umbilical cord and then took the baby to
weigh him and measure him, and clean him up a little. Once that was finished, they handed little Trunks to Vegeta and
he looked at his youngest son. Blue
eyes. Odd, the others all had black
eyes. But the boy gave him a
dispassionate stare. Vegeta felt a
brief swell of pride, forgave Bulma for trying to steal his mate’s rightful
pride in birthing children, and allowed her to hold the baby.
“Kami,”
she said in a breathless voice, “Goku is stronger than I thought.
“Hn,”
was all Vegeta said.
“I’ll
have to stay here tonight,” she told him, “We’ll come home tomorrow.
happy little sigh. “You should probably
go. Goku probably needs help with the
brood.”
Vegeta
felt an odd emotion in his chest. A
softness when he looked at her that he felt for nobody else except
Kakarot. So he conceded to it, and
pressed a very brief kiss to her forehead.
“You did good.” And then he left
before he had to say anything else or have her say anything else to him.
~~~~***
Goku
stared at his babies and pouted. But
Vegeta was giving him that look that meant he would accept nothing short of
exactly what he demanded. Goku wasn’t
precisely sure, but he thought Vegeta had said: “That bitching harpy is not my
problem. You will go to the
hospital. You will be there to get your
son, and I will not listen to anything you have to say on the matter.”
Vegeta had given him that look.
So
Goku huffed, kissed all his kids good-bye; and Bulma too, who was nursing
Trunks. Then he reluctantly
left—realizing that this was the very first time he’d left his babies
alone. It was different, he realized,
when he was the one that gave birth to them.
But he dutifully flew all the way to Chichi, got there after the baby
was born, after she had already named his son, and thankfully after the doctors
had ady ady left her room.
She
was sitting on her hospital bed, cradling their son, little pearls of tears in
her eyes. When he entered, she looked
up at him, and the tears fell down her face.
With shaky hands she lifted the baby to kiss him, and then handed him over
to Goku. “I named him Goten.”
“Chichi…”
Goku started.
She
cut him off. “I’ve met someone,
Goku. I meant what I said.
anyway. He’ll be happier with you guys
and his brothers. So take him and let
me live my life.”
The
little boy was sucking on Goku’s shirt just where his nipple was and he smiled
at it, as he felt the dampness, and his body’s instinctive response to produce
milk for the baby. “I’ll take care of
him,” Goku promised. “Just call and
I’ll bring him to visit; and Gohan.”
Chichi
nodded, more tears slid down her face.
“Go away,” was what she said.
~~~~**
“Are
they all asleep?” Bulma whispered. She
sat at the kitchen table with the two Saiyans.
They were all whispering and eating as quietly as three people possibly
could. One month they’d had the six of
them under the same roof, and occasionally Gohan would show up, help out with
the other ones—after suffering another bite from Bardock, Gohan had bit his
brother back and found that the little one was less inclined to be snotty
toward him—but mostly it was just them.
“Finally,”
Vegeta replied.
Goku
nodded, ate in utter silence—slowly—and thought about all the people that owed
him a huge favor. Then something
occurred to him, something rather genius, because even though the brood was petulant
and very Saiyan like, they were mostly able to eat their own semi-solid food
and play amongst themselves. As long as
there was someone there to keep an eye on them and change their dirty diapers,
he figured that the kids would be perfectly alright. And he and Vegeta could go spar!
In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber!
They could spar for a long time in there, and only be gone for a little
while out here!
Not
tonight of course, because he was downright exhausted.
he was obligated to feed Goten whenever he started to cry, and that was tiring,
because he expected to be nearly finished with the nursing by now.
of another whole year of it.
He
yawned, ate the rest of his food and trudged up the stairs and into bed, fully
intent on rounding up some unwilling volunteers tomorrow and enforcing a little
‘you owe me for saving your life’ debt-repayment.
~~~~~***
FREE!
FREE! Vegeta was fill to
bursting with happiness. FREE!
only because Kakarot had left early that morning—leaving Bulma with the unhappy
task of nursing both Trunks and Goten and Vegeta with the messy job of morning
diaper changes and feeding—but he had returned bruised, lip bleeding, hair
messy, stinking, clothes ripped—grinning from ear to ear—with a battered
Piccolo and Gohan in tow.
“They
offered to watch the brood for us!” he announced, “So we can go spar in the
Time Chamber.”
Vegeta
highly doubted they had ‘volunteered’ for the job, but seeing how his mate had
arranged it, and the two had obviously given in to Kakarot, he was not about to
pass up a chance to fight. Even though
he did not trust the green one. So he
pulled Gohan aside of a moment and informed him that if Piccolo did anything
that might be misconstrued as ‘wrong’ with his children that Gohan had better
find the Prince, and if he did not then Vegeta would tear them both to bloody
shreds and burn their remains. That
threat made, he pulled on his battle gear and made with the leaving.
Which
was why he was soaring through the air as a FREE man. With Kakarot just at his side.
They wasted a few moments just flying around, feeling the wind and
speed, and it was wonderful. But time
was best spent sparing at they arrived in the Time Chamber not even twenty
minutes after leaving their brood.
“Ready?”
Goku asked. He shed his shirt,
revealing that pregnancy had absolutely no lasting effects other than a couple
of scars on his waistline.
“More
than,” was Vegeta’s reply. And so it
began. First, they fought just like
they were, then as Super Saiyans, and after beating each other bloody, they sat
against the wall of the room, ate the food that was stocked in the kitchen and
laughed themselves sick.
“We
need to do this more often!” Goku said.
His tail was swishing back and forth like a dogs.
Vegeta
nodded, stretched his well-used muscles and luxuriated in the stench of battle
and the burn of his muscles. Yes.
Goku
started purring. “Do you know what else
we need to do?”
Vegeta
turned to look at him—absolutely confounded—and dropped his mouth open.
and sink his tongue into the Prince’s mouth.
Meat, blood, and spice was what Goku tasted like, and he was warm and
hard against Vegeta. Delicious.
time Vegeta had kissed him. “Is this
what you brought us here for?” Vegeta asked.
Kakarot
grinned, shook his head no, “I really wanted to spar. But then, you smelled so nice, and I started thinking that it’s
been almost a full year since we last had sex.
That’s hard on us.” He nodded as
he said this, to prove his point. “And
since I’m willing, you should be willing, and we have a couple more hours.”
Vegeta
shoved him until Kakarot was flat on his back and he pulled his pants off
before he slid between those wonderful thighs.
“I want to fight more,” he said.
“Sure,”s Kas Kakarot’s reply, “But sex first.”
The lifted his legs, pulling his knees up toward his chest, and
purred. Not the comforting mother purr
that he reserved for his children, but the I’m ready, so get with the fucking
already, purr that he used on Vegeta.
And
who was the Prince to deny such a request.
He snarled, sank himself into the body beneath him—felt as if he was
returning home after a long absence—and ground his teeth together even as Goku
gasped beneath him and those black eyes rolled back. The body arched, and Vegeta felt Goku get wetter and tighter around
him.
“Vegeta,”
was the whine. The brawny legs started
to shake just a little, enough to make Vegeta smile—because he was doing this
to his mate, and he wasn’t even moving yet.
Vegeta
pressed his hands against the sensitive nipples, rubbed them hard with his
palms, felt Goku shiver harder, and then pulled out, slipping almost completely
away from him, and waited for the whine, and pushed back in, crying out—because
it was that good. Goku yelled under
him, arched his whole body. Hands
grabbed Vegeta’s shoulders, his back, slid down his body to squeeze his ass and
then back up.
“Stop
teasing,” Goku said, “It’s been took long.”
He gave Vegeta a devilish look, and then, tightened himself around the
Prince’s erection.
“Kakarot!”
the man’s chest, down to his hips, pinned him down and started thrusting into
him. A few quick thrusts, felt the man
quiver around him, grinned and powered up.
He reached Super Saiyan before Goku, and the resulting purr and
whimpering was gratifying as he slammed in harder, feeling his mate stretch
around him, feeling him respond to his touch.
He leaned forward, kissed the sweating chest, pressed his stomach
against the erection—must not forget Kakarot’s erection—and noted that Goku
chose not to power up. So Vegeta
pressed harder, feeling his hip bones grate against his mates, feeling the
bruises forming, and he took intense pleasure in that even as Kakarot tightened
all around him, dug his fingers into Vegeta’s back and orgasmed.
impregnate the man, and he paused for only a quick, sloppy kiss before
thrusting as hard as he could.
Goku
moved his legs, just to make sure they were still attached, moved them farther
up against his chest, felt the changed angle make his eyes cross, and thanked
kami that he had beaten Piccolo that morning.
It had been a two-hour fight, but damn—every bruise was worth it.
stretching him from the inside out was worth dying for.
mini-orgasm, and he clenched around his mate, yowled for him—shamelessly—and
clawed at him. Rolled his head back,
presented his neck for the bite, and Vegeta obliged him.
it felt so good as he was pounded down into the floor.
his skin, turn into fine sand as he was pushed into it.
shove back. Felt Vegeta shuddering and
rippling everywhere above him, a magnificent display of power and prowess, and
KAMI! Not even fighting compared to the
this. He pulled the man’s face up to
his own, felt his body bend to accommodate the difference in height, kissed the
man, sucked at the blood on his teeth, sucked on his tongue, bit down on his
lip. Quivered and shook and purred for
him.
Vegeta
exploded, felt his power reach a peak that he had never thought he’d touch, and
then bottom out as he spilled inside of Kakarot, felt the purring in the chest
underneath him as he lay on the man and just breathed.
chest that Kakarot could feel it, and his own heart was matching that
beat. The larger Saiyan was still
whimpering, still trembling and orgasming.
It was beautiful. Felt
beautiful, looked beautiful, and smelled terrific.
Goku
wrapped his arms around Vegeta, turned them onto their sides, and whimpered
when he felt his mate slip out of his body.
Oh, they were going to need some senzu.
He smiled when Vegeta looked at him.
Yes. This was good.
“How
much time do we have?” Vegeta asked.
“Enough
to spar one more time.”
Vegeta
nodded, sat up—despite his abused muscles’ many objections—and pulled his
battle uniform back on. Goku slid his
pants back on, crinkled his nose and said: “We’ll need to take a bath.
~~~~~~~~~~~***
Review!
*holds up pocket watch, swings it back and forth like a pendulum*
Gk:
Yeah! Fighting!
Vegeta:
Ahem.
Gk: Oh.
Vegeta:
AHEM.
Gk: And
great sex, of course! Yeah, three years
of pregnancy-proof sex!
Vegeta:
Yes. Three whole years.
Gk: That’s
1095 days! Wow!