Past To future

He was staring at the item he had dug from the bag as if it were the best thing in the world. I never knew they made such things. Vegeta began to unwrap the candy, and I bite my lower lip as he carefully tasted it. ~Kami~ I thought as he gave a groan, ~What is he doing with that...that sucker?~

He rolled onto his back, and slowly ran his hand down his chest and into those loose sweats. I couldn\'t believe how hard he seemed to be. I could see the outline of shaft though the material just before his hand wrapped around it. He slowly squeeze himself before he used his other hand to pull down those sweat pants. Vegeta gave a soft groan and arched off of the bed, the garment sliding down to his knees.

He was oh so slowly removing a glove as he buried his face in one of my favorite pillows. I would NEVER be able to use that pillow again. Not with ought becoming aroused. His scent would be all over it...the smell of his sex...

He gave a whimper, and began to stroke himself without mercy. Oh Kami...he was sobbing and moaning, pressing his face against my pillow as he moved into his hand, I had a great imagination and I could just imagine myself ridding his lovely cock. I breathe in his intoxicating scent. It was filling the room...if only...if only...

Vegeta withdrew the lollypop, OH KAMI! He was moaning my name into my pillow. I wonder what he would do if he knew I was listening to him, watching him pleasure himself. It would probably piss him off to no end. He stifled another cry by sucking on the hard candy. Licking my lips, I watched him arch almost violently off of the bed. I could see sweet cream glistening on his thick cock. I want to taste him.

\"K-kakarot!\" He whispered before giving a whimpered sigh, OH DEAR KAMI! That sweet white gold was, spilling all over his stomach and onto my bed. I\'d never be able to sleep in that bed again....ever. Not without a raging hardon… \"Oh fuck...\"

\"Oh FUCK!\"

Goku snapped awake, finding that he was lying on the cold ground. He felt stiff in more ways in one. Groaning, he stretched, his tail twitching across the frozen ground. Grunting, he sat up and looked down at the erection he sported with weary sadness—Vegeta was probably still upset with him. No sex…but…who could blame him for this erection, that dream had been interesting. Maybe he would take care of it himself…

\"Why ME?\"

The sound of Raditzu\'s voice filtered through his fuzzy, sleep addled mind. Looking around, he spotted he longhaired Saiyan near the edge of the clearing. He was doubled over, a hand on his stomach.

\"Oh god…\" Raditzu retched and a brownish green gravy of partially digested food splattered over the dead grass.

Goku felt his stomach do a flip-flop, scrambling to his feet he rushed to his brother\'s side. \"Are you okay?\" He asked, pulling Raditzu\'s hair back out of the way just in time. Raditzu gave another miserable moan, throwing up again.

\"Yeah...I\'m fine. Thanks for holding my hair…\" Raditzu said, glancing to his brother. \"Morning sickness.\" He explained, grimacing. He gave a shudder, somehow managing to bring up a little more before he set into a series of dry heaves.

\"You\'re really sick! I should go get Bulma...or something!\" Goku said in alarm, trying to ignore the feeling of nausea that rose in him every time Raditzu made that awful gagging noise.

\"I\'m fine...just ate too much last night...\" Raditzu grunted, taking a shaky step backwards. Whipping a hand across his lips, he turned away from the mess he had made.

\"Stay right here...I\'m going to get Napa...\" Goku said, rushing off for the house. Throwing the door open, he almost dove into bed with the large Saiyan in his haste to get the other up. \"Napa! Your mate!\"

Napa groaned, brushing Goku off. \"I know...outside barfing his guts up...\" He mumbled, a sleepy grin on his face. \"I knocked him up...leave him be...he can take care of himself.... Besides, he got angry when I tried to help him yesterday.\"

\"HN.\"

Goku\'s eyes slid over to the Prince. \"IDIOT.\" He snapped, standing up he pulled his clothes on and left the house without another glance to his mate.

\"Vegeta.\" Goku said about to follow the other out.

\"Stop...\" Napa grunted, grabbing his bond brother by his wrist. \"Let him go visit with Raditzu and cool off. We need to have a talk.\"

Looking back to the bald Saiyan, his eyes slowly ran to the man\'s hand on his wrist. He had no choice. Sitting down on the bed, he waited for Napa to start.

\"My mate is VERY worried about you and Vegeta.\" Napa said. \"He thinks you two are drifting apart instead of coming together.\" He sat up, making sure to keep the blanket over his lap to cover up his nudity.

\"Y-you heard us fighting last night, didn\'t you?\" Goku asked feeling hot shame rising up in his chest.

\"Yes we did.\" Napa said, \"You care to explain what happened between the two of you? Vegeta came stomping in here and threw himself down on the bed like a pouting child. Obviously you\'re not doing your job as his mate because he then had to pleasure himself.\"

Goku\'s cheeks turned a shade of deep, candy apple red. \"Well...\" He muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

\"Well...\" Napa prompted, watching the young Saiyan squirm before him.

\"I farted in his face, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?\" Goku cried his embarrassment tripling, making his head swim. Hiding his face in his hands, he sighed deeply. \"We were about to...you know...and...I tried to get away...but...\" He started to laugh knowing it was the bitter sort of laugh an angry man gave when asked why he was upset. He was angry. He had every right to be pissed. His mate treated him like shit last night. Hell, Vegeta treated him like shit every chance he got. The only time they got along was when they were fucking. “He got angry at me and made me sleep outside.”

Napa looked dumbfounded, and then started to laugh. His whole bulky frame shook with laughter. Shaking his head, he whipped away the tears that had started to trickle down his cheeks. \"Is that all? What the fuck, go out there, grab that arrogant prick and drag him off into the woods. That\'d solve everything. Fuck him blind. When ever Raditzu gets pissy with me, that\'s what I do. Shuts him up real fast...and if he continues to act up, I back hand him then fuck him again. I‘ve never had to hit him more than twice since we bonded…he got the picture.\"

Goku stared at the other Saiyan, mouth agape.

\"What...\" Napa shrugged his massive shoulders. \"Wait, don\'t tell me you\'re not the dominant mate...\"

He shook his head. \"What? The Dominant Mate?”

“Oh my god…” Napa muttered, covering his eyes with a single hand. “Look…a Dominant Mate is the one that takes charge, the one that makes all the decisions. He is not necessarily the one that is on top in sex…the dominant mate can even become the one to carry the children…simply because that is what he wanted, or that is what he enjoys. What ever the Dominant mate wants, the submissive mate should comply. For example…I had a good friend who used to get off on watching his submissive mate fuck young teens…the submissive mate didn’t enjoy it at all, but he did what his mate wanted because he is submissive.”

“Oh….then Vegeta’s the Dominant one…we decided that yesterday…when we were talking. He‘s already made lots of decisions and stuff…about where to go and what to do…” Goku said.

\"Okay…look, I love our prince...he is like a son to me...but I will not beat around the bushes. He is just too weak emotionally to be a dominant mate...you need to take charge. Show him the way. He is VERY confused...he doesn\'t know what to make of you. He WANTS you to be in charge...but...his pride gets in the way. He bates you, tries to fight you testing his boundaries like all submissive mates do in the beginning. I bet he doesn’t even realize he is doing it half the time. Anyways… When he does that you should bat him down faster than he can blink. I‘ve seen perfectly close mates drift apart simple because one mate didn‘t take charge when the other wanted him to. You‘ve got to be careful, Kakkarot. It isn‘t pretty when mates drift apart. I‘ve seen it before…my best friend went insane because of it.\" Napa said, eyes shifting slowly towards the door. \"I ought to go check on Raditzu...he’s calling. If you\'ll excuse me.\"

Goku watched the other pull on a pare of sweats and walk out the door. Sighing, he stretched his stiff back and tail before he stood, walking to the window. Looking out through its dirty surface, he sighed heavily. There was Vegeta, his hands all over Raditzu. He felt a growl rising in his throat. Moving away from the window, he walked outside and towards his brother and mate. Napa had just squatted at Raditzu\'s side, his arm going around the longhaired Saiyan\'s waist, pulling him away from Vegeta.

\"Come here.\" Goku snarled, yanking Vegeta up by the front of his shirt. The prince looked shocked but said nothing in the way of argument. ~You and I are going to have another talk. ~ Dragging his mate away from the rest of the pack. ~I\'m growing tired of the way you\'re acting towards me. Its going to stop, have you got that? The way you treated me last night was INEXCUSABLE.\"

Vegeta growled, \"NO!\" He spat, tugging free from Goku\'s grasp. \"What\'s gotten into you? Have you forgotten who\'s in charge, cause I could teach you!\" His eyes went large when Goku slammed him against a tree, before he could retaliate against the overgrown idiot, he found soft lips against his.

~You\'d better start behaving, or I\'ll stop letting you touch me...~ Goku gave a mental warning, his tongue pressing past Vegeta’s velvety soft lips to wrap around an equally soft tongue.

The shorter Saiyan gave a needy groan, wrapping his arms around Goku’s shoulders. Tangling his fingers in the other’s hair. He tugged him closer when it appeared that his mate might pull away, ending this wonderful contact. ~Not right now Vegeta, we need to go house shopping.~

“Mmmmm,” Vegeta purred, “But we make up latter…I’m sorry for last night…I had the hottest dream last night…” He leaned up and kissed his mate again, sending Goku an erotic image. ~I Wish you were there last night….I needed a skilled mouth when I woke up…~

“Kami…we were sharing my dream…” Goku exclaimed, squeezing Vegeta’s ass. ~I Wish I was there as well…I know I could have made you happy.~

“I never knew I looked that hot.”

“You do…”

“Uhhh….”

Goku looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowing towards his brother. “Hn…” Raditzu didn’t seem to notice them, he stumbled forward a few more steps and leaned against a tree.

“Kami…” Vegeta gasped, watching as Raditzu vomited up the tiny bit of water he had drank after getting sick earlier.

“That ruined the mood…” Goku grumbled, moving to rub Raditzu’s back. “Are you SURE you don’t want to go to see my friend…she could help you! She helped Chichi when she was pregnant with Gohan.”

“Leave him alone…he can take care of himself…” Vegeta said, looking pale and sick himself. ~God, that’s disgusting.~

“If you feel that way…you can go wait for me in the house…” Goku said, brushing a hand through his brother’s hair, trying to calm the other. Raditzu had begun to cry, obviously in pain. “Its okay, I’ll stay here with you.”

“I’m just so tired of being sick!” Raditzu sobbed even as he gave a dry heave, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane under the exertion his muscles put forth to empty every last drop of fluid from his stomach.

“Fine,” Vegeta huffed, unable to stand the noises Raditzu was making. Shrugging his shoulders, he crossed his arms over his chest and walked off. Spotting Napa near the fire pit, he went to him. “Your mate’s really sick…he’s over there crying.”

Napa looked up, a frown on his face. “I know…I never thought it would be this bad…” Napa said, looking over the distance to his mate and his bond brother. “I want to help him, but he almost bit my head off last time…”

“We were going to go house hunting today.” Vegeta said changing the subject, helping the bald Saiyan rearrange the logs for the morning fire. “You think he’ll be up to that?”

“Yeah…after some breakfast…he should. He was feeling better after breakfast yesterday…or at least, that is what he told me.” Napa said, his tail coming unwrapped from around his waist to puff out behind him. He was really worried, the proof was in the way that tail moved sporadically behind him. “We need to get a bigger house, I don’t want to have to raise a cub out here…so it doesn’t matter if he is feeling better or not. We are going house hunting…”

Vegeta regarded his body guard, and that twisting, agitated tail. “Don’t worry, we’ll find a very NICE house…but after we take your mate to that blue haired witch who helped us earlier. Kakkarot has told me that she could help with the sickness.”

“The creature who took our implants out?” Napa questioned, his tail already stilling behind him and the fur smoothing back down.

“Yes.”

“Just sit down,” Vegeta glanced to his right to see his mate guiding a wobbly Raditzu to a log they had pulled up to the fire pit for use as a bench a few nights ago. “There you go. I’m going to go get you some water…you’re going to drink it.”

Raditzu gave a nod, turning miserable eyes to his prince then to his mate. “Who’s going to cook?” He asked, his voice rough, his eyes blood shot from crying. He still looked off color and sick.

“Don’t worry sha, I’m making you breakfast…” Napa said, moving to kneel before his mate. His loose tail came and wrapped itself around his mate’s wrist in a possessive, reassuring gesture. “Is there anything I can get you right now to make you feel better?” He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Raditzu’s waist, pressing his face into the other’s chest.

Goku came dashing around from the back of the house, hauling a bucket from the well. He had spilt most of it down the front of his pants, Vegeta could see. “Baka.” Vegeta growled, standing up to help Goku set the heavy bucket down next to the two other Saiyans. “You spilled over half of it!”

“Shut up, Vegeta,” Goku sighed, rolling his eyes before he reached over and mussed the Prince’s hair. Vegeta blushed, growling deep in his throat at his mate, even as he dunked a ladle into the cold water and handed it to Napa.

“Here…drink this.” Napa ordered, holding the ladle to Raditzu’s trembling lips. “Don’t argue.”

Rolling his eyes, he drank the water offered to him. When he had drained the ladle, he pushed his mate away gently. “You all don’t have to STARE at me…I’m fine!” He exclaimed. “Or I will be until I eat Napa’s sorry excuse for food.”

Napa sighed, shaking his head. “Don’t make fun…just because I can burn water…” He said brandishing the ladle threateningly at his mate’s nose. “If you don’t like what I offer, you can go buy yourself breakfast or cook it yourself!”

“I think that’s a better idea.” Vegeta said, “I remember you sorry attempt at cooking from back on Vegeta Sei, when dad and I took you camping with us…”

“Fine…then we’ll go into town and buy breakfast.” Napa said, “But no more talk of my lousy cooking!”

“Agreed,” Vegeta and Goku said as one

“Can you fly, sha?” Napa asked, running a hand through Raditzu’s unruly hair. Concern still hung heavily in his eyes. “I can carry you if you want.”

“I’m not cripple, I’m just with brat.” Raditzu growled, eyes narrowing dangerously warning Napa to stop treating him like an invalid or a child.

“Fine, but if you get tired…or if you start to feel sick…I don’t care WHAT you want, I’m going to carry you, Sha.” He stood, walking to the house to throw on a shirt and some decent pants. As soon as Napa stepped out, they took to the skies. They flew slowly, Raditzu in front and the three other Saiyans close behind just in case the other became weak and started to fall. Raditzu didn’t care too much for this, but he put up with it because he knew no matter how much he argued, they wouldn’t let up. They were his pack and they cared.

Soon, Goku was ordering them to land in a dark ally in an out of the way spot. Raditzu had to rest, and they sat in silence upon old wooden crates, waiting for Raditzu’s stomach to settle. Goku watched his mate closely, wondering what his prince was thinking about. He couldn’t quite tell, their bond wasn’t very fine tuned yet. He just knew Vegeta was watching him, and he wondered why his prince would openly stare at him. Glancing to Napa, he found the bald warrior’s eyes on him too.

“Where do you guys want to eat?” Goku asked trying to shake off the odd feeling growing in his chest, standing up he walked to the mouth of the ally way and looked out upon the run down street. He didn’t like this part of town much, it was a dump. “Hey…maybe we could fly over to Bulma’s and eat there…she likes to cook just as much as Chichi does…”

Vegeta growled, “I hate that bitch…I hate BOTH of those women…” He folded his arms over his chest and glowered at his mate.

“We’re eating at her house then.” Goku said, glowering at Vegeta, crossing his own arms over his chest. “Come on!” He declared already raising into the air and out of the ally way. “She makes some really good food, Raditzu. Better then you do, no offence or anything. I think you’ll like her food…and, we‘ll be right there so when we‘re done, we could ask Bulma to check you out and then we could ask her about her custom built house.”

Raditzu nodded, flying up to float next to his brother. Looking down at his prince, “Come on Vegeta.” Raditzu started to fly in the direction he remembered the woman’s house being in. He had a rather good memory and he made it there with very little help from his brother.

Landing outback, Goku led the way to the research labs where he knew his friends would be this time of day. “HEY BULMA?!” Goku called, opening the door and walking in as if he lived there. The blue haired human sat at a table, tinkering with some manner of machinery.

“GAH!” She cried, the screwdriver she had been holding slipped and she accidentally stabbed herself with it. Yelping, she held her hand up to look at it. Cursing a blue streak, she went to the sink and washed the shallow gash out before drying it and bandaging it with the contents of a nearby first aid kit. “Goku, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me!?”

“Kakkarot.” Vegeta growled, eyes fixed on the small human woman. “His name is KAKKAROT”

“What?” She blinked, looking at the men her old friend brought with him as if seeing them for the first time. “Oh, hello! How have you been doing? Sorry I shouted at you, Goku…so how about you Goku? How have you been doing? Chichi‘s been looking for you, you know? Come here and great me properly.” Bulma moved to her friend and wrapped her arms around him in a friendly hug.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM, YOU HUSSY!” Vegeta snarled, roughly pushing Bulma away from Goku, and moving to stand in between his mate and the object of his hate.

Bulma looked very confused.

~VEGETA, STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!~ Goku shouted over the link, making the prince wince and put his hands to his head. The thought was so strong that even Raditzu and Napa looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry Bulma…he is jealous.” He points to the mark on his neck. “We are sorta married…”

Her eyes grew large, “Really…” She said moving in to look at the mark. “Does Chichi know about this?”

“N-no…I don’t think so, but Kuririn saw us...uh...together, having sex…and he probably told Chichi by now…” He said scratching the back of his head, looking slightly upset. “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t ever want to see her again.”

“Where’s your trash can?” Raditzu interrupted suddenly.

“Over there in the corner…” Bulma said pointing at the large bin where she threw scrap mettle and other useless bits and bots left after her tinkering was through for the day.

“Well, I’m just glad you finally came to your senses, that woman’s a nut.” Bulma said, eyes slipping to Vegeta who gave a nod. “I see you agree…Vegeta…wasn’t it? I guess I‘m just a bit surprised that it’s a guy you chose to run off with…and an alien at that. But then again…you‘re part of their race, right…you‘ve a tail like they do. Probably more natural for you to be with a member of your own race then slumming it with a human, right?”

Vegeta gave another deep growl

“We didn’t come here to fight, My Prince.” Napa interrupted suddenly.

“I figured as much,” Bulma said, eyeing Raditzu who was engaged in heaving his guts up into the trash bin. “What’s wrong with your friend, Goku?”

“Heh, long story, actually.” He said, rubbing the back of his head. “He is sort of pregnant. If you can believe that…”

Bulma’s eyes grew large for a few seconds before she just nodded. “I suppose that could happen, you are an alien race. I have to see this for myself though….if you were going to be sick, you could have told me so. I have a bathroom down the hall…” Bulma tsked, going over to Raditzu. “You okay? You think you can make it to my examining room?”

“Sure, I’ve nothing left on my stomach…” Raditzu said.

“What a mess…I’m going to have to have my cleaning robots wash that barrel out when they dump the trash today. Never mind. Lets get you looked at…” Bulma said, her eyes traveling back to her long time friend who’s stomach had just started to growl. “Let me guess…came here for a check up and some breakfast, right Goku? Food first, check up second…how about that…I know how much you like your food, Goku.”

“His name is Kakkarot, you K’erar’e.” Vegeta spat following the blue haired woman when she walked to a nearby door and opened it with a key card. “And you will call him by no other name…have you got that?”

“VEGETA!” Raditzu exclaimed, slapping the prince in the back of the head. “Don’t use such filthy curse words! I KNOW I raised you better than that!”

“Fine, I’ll call him Kakkarot,” Bulma said, rolling her eyes as she led the way down a simi dark hallway. “He has quite an attitude, doesn’t he Goku...er I mean Kakkarot.” She gave her childhood friend a devilish grin. “I can see why you like him so much, he must be wild in bed.”

“You can’t imagine.” Goku said, blushing slightly. “He actually made me pass out once…“Vegeta snarled from where he walked.

“Goku! Are you starting to come out of your shell? I can’t believe you would say something so ostentatiously sexual! People would believe you were a virgin the way you talked about sex before…I’m sorry…I’m being completely rude. Aren’t I? Raditzu, Vegeta…uh…your tall friend there…if you’re all feeling up to it…you may join Goku and I in breakfast. I’ve not eaten yet and would prefer to do so before I delve into an examination. Raditzu…you think you could keep anything down?”

“Haven’t been able to do so all morning…but I’m starving…so I’d rather try than go hungry.” Raditzu said with a shrug and Napa beamed at his mate, happy with the answer he gave, “Besides, my mate Napa would be mad at me if I didn’t try at least…”

“That’s the attitude to have…I can’t tell you how many mothers I’ve examined that don’t eat anything just because they were sick. They still need nutrition, they just don’t realize how badly they need it in the first few months. Oh, by the way…I’m going to need to know everything about pregnancies in your race…I need a place to begin after all…”

“Sure.” Raditzu stretching his legs out to catch up to the woman who seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the labs and to the kitchen. “Uh, what do you want to know?”

“How long, what’s labor like…you know, everything…”

“How long…uh anywhere between six to twelve months, depending on how strong the person carrying the child is, if that person is a warrior, if they are the dominant mate, if the person is under stress or has been fighting, how strong the baby is…and what time of year the person became pregnant….uh I think that’s everything I remember from school.” Raditzu said, his face scrunching up as he tried to remember. “Labor is nasty, or at least that is what my mother told me. He said that it can last all day, and that it is usually very painful….like trying to squeeze a melon out of your ass….”

“So you deliver via the rectum then…makes sense.” Bulma said, taking notes in a ledger she had pulled out of her clean white lab coat. Stopping quite suddenly before a door, she glanced to the others. “What do you wish to have for breakfast?”

Bulma pressed her ID badge into another card slot and then let a machine scan her eyes. At once the door sprung open and she motioned the others to follow her into what appeared to be part of the main house. “Just a minor security issue. I don’t want disgruntled employs walking into my house, or any employs of CC to speak of.” She told the others, “Raditzu, if, for any reason, you start to feel sick. The bathroom is RIGHT there….PLEASE don’t just vomit into a trash can…its nasty…”

Raditzu nodded, looking guilty, “Sorry…it is sort of hard to control my stomach of late.” He grumbled, making a mental note of the bathroom’s location knowing he would certainly need it in the near future with the way he still felt.

“The kitchen’s this way, I had the old weight room converted after you destroyed my old kitchen. Come here Goku, I’ve gotta show you this nifty little invention I just installed!” She said, taking Goku’s hand and dragging him through another door. “I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before…I mean, it’s BRILLIANT.”

“What is it?” Goku said, looking around the sparkling clean kitchen as if expecting to see a huge metallic contraption.

“Right here in this wall.” She motioned, indicating an almost futuristic black glass panel. “You’ve watched Star Trek, right? Well…I figured out how to actually make a replicater! It can make any food, any object, and any chemical you want out of elements it creates itself! I also tied it into the house computer, so you don’t have to punch in the formulas for your favorite foods, you’ve just gotta tell the comp what you want and it will find the elemental formula that I’ve programmed and input it to the replicater automatically!”

“That’s fucking brilliant,” Napa commented, bending down to look at it, “I never understood much about machines….but…Furiza had something like this on his ship…only, it couldn’t get anything right…the food always tasted like cardboard.”

“Well, that is because most computers can’t get taste right….but I programmed over a hundred cook books into the pc shortly after I installed this unit, the computer simply broke down the ingredients used in the recipes to precise elemental compounds….your computers probably weren’t programmed well.” She said, beaming at Napa’s comments. “Well…sit down! I’ll order breakfast.”

“Bulma, they’ve not eaten very many Earth dishes…mostly my fish and Dinosaur meat and what ever else I could find out in the wild…so don’t make it too flamboyant, will you?” Goku asked putting a hand on the scientist’s shoulder. “I don’t know if they are picky or not….don’t want them to hurt your feelings…”

“Sure, what ever you want. Hell, I could work on programming their home world dishes into this thing if they can write me recipes for them and if the plants and animals they had on their planet were anything like ours….” Bulma said still very happy to be showing off her talents to Goku’s friends.

~Kakkarot! Don’t touch that bitch or I SWARE…~ Goku looked over his shoulder at his mate and frowned. “Uh, if you’ll excuse me…I’ve got to go have a private talk with my mate real fast.” He whispered to his friend before moving over to the table where the prince had made himself at home. “Come on Vegeta….”

Goku snatched his prince up, dragging him unceremoniously outside kicking and screaming.. Once clear of the kitchen, Goku let his prince go, snarling at him. “Cute, you’re jealous.” He spat, shoving Vegeta roughly to a nearby wall. “You want to be jealous of one of my friends? Maybe I should GIVE you a reason to be jealous…”

Vegeta watched his mate with wide eyes just as he had done earlier that morning when Goku had begun to act aggressive.

“But I’m NOT going to do that to you Vegeta….” He said, his anger evaporating, “Get it through your thick scull Vegeta, I love YOU. I have never gotten along with any one else nearly as well as I’ve gotten along with you…and I haven’t ever wanted to fuck any one else until I met you…I don‘t care the challenges I‘ll face, I don‘t care the dangers that might come our way. I love you very much Vegeta. I want YOU…I thought you understood that after our fight in Daigon City…”

“What about your damned abusive wife!? You not only fucked HER, and you STAYED with her even when she beats you!” Vegeta exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You had a child with her…”

Goku’s face turned red, and he looked away. “Only because of Gohan…and Gohan was…he was an accident.” He mumbled.

“What? What happened?”

Looking up at his mate, he saw no hatred in those eyes, no anger, just curiosity and concern. “W-well…I guess…knowing what I know now…I went into heat, I guess…” He said, fidgeting before his mate. “It was my first heat I guess…even though I’ve not had another since then…I just…I felt so out of control…and she wouldn’t leave me alone…before I realized what I was doing I had her pinned under me…naked…”

“How old were you?”

“Fourteen.”

“You were too young for a true heat…the moon must have been full…” Vegeta said moving to wrap his arms around his mate’s waist. ‘I’m so sorry, if I had known…Gohan shouldn’t be staying with that Harpy. As soon as we get our own house, we’re taking him. He’s going to grow up to be a Saiyan…we’ll train him and raise him as one of our own cubs. Teach him our ways…”

“Vegeta…” Goku sighed, nuzzling the upswept locks of his lover.

“I-I’m sorry for being so jealous earlier…I just saw red when she put her hands on you…” Vegeta explained, looking p at his mate. His eyes begged for the forgiveness he knew he didn’t deserve, “No one but Napa, Raditzu and I are aloud to touch you…and I’m the only one who can kiss you…and see you undressed…and writhing under me…”

Goku chuckled, drawing the prince up for a deep hungry kiss. ~Are you always thinking of sex, my prince?~

~Not always…just whenever I see you.~ Vegeta gave a chuckle that quickly turned into a moan when a callused hand ran up over his tail. ~And whenever you touch me like that…~

Goku purred, breaking the kiss, his lips traveled down a strong neck and towards his claim mark. Nibbling at it, he sighed at the feeling of leather clad hands sneaking their way up the back of his shirt. A hot tongue swirled over his throat and he stifled a moan. “Vegeta…”

Both Saiyans knew where this was going, but they didn’t care. They hadn’t gotten their fill of each other last night because they had chosen to fight. Now they were alone…~That stupid blue haired bitch is right next door Kakkarot, we aren’t alone….we can’t….no matter how much we want to…~

Vegeta was right and with a good deal of reluctance, he pulled away from his prince. “She probably has breakfast done by now….”

“Yes, probably….” Vegeta yanked his mate back down, savaging his lips with a growl. ~Just a few more minutes…~