Past To future

ATTENTION! ALTER! WARNING BELLS! WHAT EVER IT TAKES TO GET YOUR ATTENTION! DO TO AUTHOR STUPIDITY! (Yes I\'ll admit when I\'m being stupid!) A LATTER CHAPTER WAS POSTED INSTEAD OF THE CORRECT CHAPTER! IF YOU ALREADY READ NEW HOUSE, GO BACK AND READ RAPE, THEN NEW HOUSE, THEN HOUSE PARTY, THAT IS THE CORRECT CHAPTER ORDER...Hope this doesn\'t confuse any of you...(Stupidity due to lack of sleep, extream overwork, stress and eyestrain. *Author falls over dead from shouting her poor sick lungs out.* (But on a happy note, I shot 42 points on the range Thursday (Thats alot) and qualified as expert with my rifle. I only ended up with a handfull of spiderbites, bad hayfever and bronchits AGAIN...people, that\'s the best part! *Cheers cause she didn\'t die of heat stroke.*)

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Raditzu was quickly finding himself cornered against the side of the house, his tall mate, brother, nephew and his Prince surrounding him. “Not good…” He exclaimed, dodging a weak, slow punch to the face. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he caught Gohan’s swift movements. The young child leapt up into the air and executed a perfect spin kick, striking Vegeta square in the chest, sending the royal skidding across the ground.

“Way to GO!” Raditzu exclaimed, his attention turning on his mate. Aiming a kick at Napa’s head, he distracted his mate long enough for the small child to tackle the giant’s legs, throwing him off balance. Snickering, his eyes darted to his brother who had been watching the whole turn about with wide eyes. He had never seen his son fight before. It brought a swell of pride to his heart, Gohan was getting good…

“AH!” Goku found two warm hands on his tail and he fell to his knees, his face bright red at the instantaneous hardon he got from the contact.

“Gohan!” Raditzu exclaimed jumping forward to knock the child away from his father’s backside. “What have I told you about touching another person’s tail!?”

Goku looked back at his son with wide eyes, his tail coiling around his waist. He hadn’t even noticed that it had come unwound from around his hips. If Gohan had put a little more strength behind that surprise attack, that would have hurt instead of feeling…incredibly pleasant.

The young child’s bottom lip trembled as he looked up at his uncle, sniffling. “You told me NEVER to touch their tail without permission.” He said in the tiny voice of a kid who knew he did something wrong and knew damned well he was about to be punished for it.

“Then why did you touch your dad’s tail like that? You could have hurt him…” Raditzu said, kneeling before the child. Scooping him up in his strong arms, he sighed. “Its okay, Gohan. No one was hurt, just watch what you’re doing. Okay?”

“Hn…” Vegeta grunted, “You’re too soft on him. He’s going to grow up to be spoiled rotten.”

Napa laughed out right, “Then I guess that’d make YOU spoiled rotten, my prince…” He earned a glower from their Prince.

“Enough of this…lets go pack the few belongings we have. I want to move in tonight.” Napa said. Walking over to Goku, he helped the other Saiyan up, patting him firmly on the back before he pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “You okay, your little brat hurt you?” He gave a sly grin to his bond brother when he felt the other’s hardness pressing against his leg.

Goku blushed and shook his head, “No.”

“Hn.…” Vegeta glowered at Napa, snatching his mate away from the other. “Come on Kakkarot…I’ve another tradition to teach you…and you‘re going to take a bath when we get back to that shamble you call a house.”

Goku just blinked, watching his mate flight towards the horizon. “Come on, what are you waiting for? Lets catch our prince!” Raditzu exclaimed, taking off in the direction that Vegeta had flown, Gohan clinging tightly to his uncle‘s back grinning from ear to ear.

“Goku! Wait!” Bulma called, waving to her friend. “Don’t you want the house key?” She held up the brass object.

“Oops…” Goku said, face going red. “Thanks!” Bulma tossed him the key and he snatched it skillfully out of the air.

“And here are a few capsules to pack your things up at your Grandfather’s house…” She said, walking up, she placed the case in the Saiyan’s out held hand. “It also has a few other supplies in there for Raditzu, his medication, recipes and foods that will help with his sickness…call me if you need anything else…promise me that, Goku.”

“I promise!” He exclaimed, hugging his friend, self conscious of the scent he was picking up as well as the old stench of his wife that still clung to him.

“Now get going…you’re friends are leaving you in their dust!” Bulma said with a chuckle.

Scratching his head, he waited for no more invitations, taking off after his pack. ~Karo…what’s taking you so long?~ Vegeta’s mind filled his.

What ever this tradition was, Vegeta seemed eager to get to it. Goku had a fogy idea of what it was from his mate’s mind, but it was incomplete and confusing so he ignored it, speeding up to try and catch his mate before they reached old Grandpa Gohan’s house.

Vegeta was waiting for him outside, arms fold and a scowl on his face, “Took you long enough!” Goku laughed, finding a bundle of clothing shoved into his arms. “Go take a bath.” He was getting use to this treatment, was that a good thing? He’d have to ask Napa, god knew he had to be sick to enjoy his prince’s moody shouts and death threats.

“Only if you join me…” He purred, his tail coming up to tilt Vegeta’s face up towards his. “I need someone to scrub my back.”

“Hn…you need someone to pack your clothes while you’re in the tub or you’ll miss out on the pack tradition.” Vegeta said a devilish smirk coming over his face, backing away from the other.

“Oh…okay, I wouldn’t want to miss out on THAT…” He said, cheeks coloring at the dirty images his mate sent him. Vegeta was trying to get under his skin and it was working. “Here are some capsules that Bulma gave us so we can pack our stuff…” He handed their prince the capsule box and showed the other how to use them.

“That woman’s fucking smart…” He grumbled, “Too smart…” He walked away, his tail swaying behind him, making Goku sigh.

Turning on his heals, he marched to the bath tub for a nice hot dunk. This would probably be the last time in his beloved bath, his last time in his Grand father‘s old house. Striping himself, he quickly burned the old clothing, diving in. He wasn’t complaining, Vegeta surely was no Chichi, if he needed his space, he didn’t have to run away to get it. Reaching for the soap he kept at the edge of the tub, he began to scrub, his nose wrinkling at the smells that clung to him. Blood, sweat from another, the scent of a female, Napa’s brazen scent. Scrubbing some soap into the fur of his tail, he couldn’t help but purr. He had always had a problem with washing his tail. It wasn’t so bad when he was young but now that he was older….

He slowly slicked the fur back into place, a louder purr erupting from his throat. Oh that felt nice. Rinsing the soap out of his fur, he shuddered. Lifting it out of the water once more, he slowly but carefully wrung the water out, groaning at the feeling of his fingers against the sensitive appendage. He had to remember to take a bath next time he was feeling angry, playing with his tail had relaxed him marvelously and he sunk deeper into the water, his head from the nose up the only thing visible. Reaching for the shampoo, he listened to himself purr.

If he hadn’t a place to be and a mate to attend to, he would have fallen asleep here. Sinking all the way under water, he wetted his hair to wash that next. Scrubbing his scalp vigorously, he missed his Prince’s approach. “Karo…what’s taking so long?” Vegeta asked showing a rare amount of affection towards the other, he looped his arm and tail around the other’s shoulder just as he resurfaced after washing his hair out. “We’re almost finished packing…sha…”

Goku shivered where he sat in the near scalding hot water, “I like it when you call me that…” He sighed, leaning back into the Prince’s touch. Feeling a hot mouth at his ear, he let his eyes fall shut.

“Call you what? Karo, or Sha?”

“Both…” Goku purred.

“You still need someone to scrub your back?” Vegeta asked smirking down at his purring mate.

“Mmmm, yeah…” Goku groaned letting Vegeta pull him up and set him on the edge of the pool. Handing Vegeta the soap, he waited to feel those small but strong hands running over his back. It wasn’t often that he got to feel the prince’s bare hands against his flesh, he had learned to appreciate the times Vegeta chose to touch him with his bare flesh.

Vegeta dunked the soap into the water, slowly lathering it between his wet hands. Setting the bar aside, he let his hands run over Goku’s glistening back. Goku’s skin was so smooth under his fingers, inhaling, he growled at the scent that still clung to the other’s skin. However, the soap was making quick work of that, the mingled scents of roses, alkaline, and his mate’s natural scent was beginning to fill the warm afternoon air. Leaning in, he nipped softly at the base of his mate’s scull where hair met muscular flesh. “Karo…” He purred, burying his face in the other’s damp spikes.

“My prince?”

Vegeta sighed, paying very little mind to Napa and Raditzu who had come to interrupt his privet time with Goku. “I love you, Karo.”

“We’re done packing,” Napa said.

“Hn…” He slowly ran his hands down his mate’s sides before leaning in to whisper. “You’re clean enough for now…but I want to bathe with you from now on.”

Goku shivered, scooting off the edge of the tub and back into the water. “I’m sorry if we interrupted anything,” Raditzu said, coming to lean against the tub. “I’m glad to see you two getting along better now.” Tangling a hand in his brother’s hair, he tilted the younger man’s face up. “Its really cute…does my heart good” Leaning in, he kissed his brother on the cheek.

“Come on Napa, lets leave the newly bonded to their games,” Raditzu chuckled at the blushing prince before dragging Napa back around the corner of the house. “Hurry up, we’re leaving in five minutes, with or without you!”

“So…what is this tradition you wanted to teach me?” Goku asked his cheeks still burning from his brother’s words and innocent kiss.

“Hmmm…on Vegeta Sei, when a pack moves into a new house, it is tradition for them to have a big party. Sort of a way to break in the new house…especially the new beds…” Vegeta gave Goku a knowing grin when his mate’s eyes snapped to his. “Many of these parties end in orgies…”

His faces was red as he sank under water one last time. Climbing out of the pool, he flared his ki and began to dress. “What…is this?” He asked, looking down at the tight leather pants he had pulled on.

Vegeta smirked at his mate. “I bought those one morning when I was in heat…you were asleep…” He said, licking his lips. “You look good in them…try the shirt on…”

Goku looked at it, almost suspecting that it would be as tight and form fitting as the pants. Pulling it over his head, he let the silken fabric settle against his skin. “Oh…this is NICE…”

“Yes it is…blue really is your color, clown.” Vegeta said with a fond smirk. “Now come on, or Raditzu and Napa will think we started the party without them.”

Following Vegeta round the corner, he stopped him just before they could rejoin the pack. “Thank you…” Goku sighed, scooping his mate up into his arms. Pressing his lips to Vegeta’s, he purred quite loudly.

“Daddy?” Gohan turned away from Raditzu who had been telling the young child a story.

“Hmmm,” Goku sighed and let his mate back to the ground. “Come on!” He exclaimed kneeling down, his arms held out. “Lets go see our new house!”

Gohan squealed in glee, charging to his father he leapt into Goku’s arms. “Daddy!” He cried once more when they took to the air, “Why do you keep kissing Uncle Vegeta!?”

Vegeta glanced to his mate’s son from where he flew, “Child…” He barked, gaining Gohan’s wide eyed attention. “That’s a long story…to make it short, we love each other the way your Daddy and Mommy used to love each other…”

“Oh…are you going to be my new mommy?” Gohan asked.

“The kid’s very perceptive.” Raditzu grinned, flying closer to his brother so he could talk to Gohan. “Hey, kid! What do you think of Vegeta being your ‘mommy?’”

Vegeta was scowling.

“Just as long as I never have to see my real mom ever again!” Gohan exclaimed, “Vegeta’s MUCH nicer than mom ever was…I like him!”

The anger on the prince’s face turned to embarrassment. “Hn…the house is right there.” He pointed, and they quickly dropped down from the sky to settle in the grass before the front door. ~Karo…your child…it might sound cold, but he will be in the way when we enact the old customs tonight…~

Goku glanced to his son then to his mate. ~Don’t worry, we’ll think of something…~ He withdrew the key that Bulma had given him, setting his four year old down, he unlocked the door. Pushing the heavy oak porthole open, he stepped in, his nose twitching at the smell of fresh paint, new wood and something else.

“SURPRISE!”

The Saiyans nearly jumped out of their boots when a group of people jumped out from behind the furniture all at once. “WELCOME HOME!”

“Who are all these people!” Vegeta growled, arms coming up in as he took defensive stance. Placing himself in front of his mate and his mate’s son.

“These are my friends…I don’t understand…” He said eyes traveling from Bulma to Tien, Kuririn, Yamcha…everyone was here! Hell even PICOLO was here…hadn’t that old green monster try to kill him not even a few weeks ago? What was HE doing here? “What’s going on Bulma?”

“House warming party!” She cheered, in each hand she held two LARGE bottles of booze.

“A what?” Napa asked, raising his eyebrow. “We had plans…of our own.”

Bulma pouts, “Party poopers!” She exclaimed, setting the bottles down, “I had everyone bring food over…things to drink…”

“Food,” Raditzu said, his stomach growling, “Napa, I’m starving…”

“Hn…Fine,” He said turning slightly to regard his mate, “But if any of you make a mess…you’re cleaning it up!”

Silence spread over the guests, faces going pale as eyes traveled up over the whole nine feet of Napa’s bulk—and they thought that Goku was tall. “Its okay!” Goku exclaimed when he realized what his friends were looking at. “He’s only mean when you mess with Raditzu or do something to bother Vegeta and I!”

Bulma laughed nervously. “Uh, everyone! These are Goku’s friends, the aliens you all felt coming towards Earth. Napa’s the tall guy, Raditzu is the one with all the hair, and Vegeta’s…the one with the widows peak. ” She introduced and suddenly the room was loud with many people talking at once. The mood seemed to have relaxed considerably and it went even laxer when the four Saiyans and demi walked further into their new house. Bulma giggled, dragging the for older males further into the room, “This is Kuririn, that’s Yamucha, that’s Koren, that’s Master Roshi and Puar…”

“OH WOW! A Flaying CAT!” Gohan squealed in delight, rushing into the room, he ran towards Oolong and Puar. “Hello! My name’s Gohan! I’m only four!” He introduced himself.

Food had been staked almost as high as the ceiling across a table at the back of the spacious living room and Raditzu pulled himself away from Bulma’s lengthy introduction of the party guests just as his nephew had. His stomach grumbling even louder than before and he had begun to drool at the delicious smells wafting throughout the room.. From somewhere within the din, someone shouted, “TURN ON THE MUSIC!” and the party truly came to life with the loud beats of instruments.

Vegeta looked around, scowling at anyone who dared to get close to him even as he tilted his head listening to the music that filled their living room. “What IS that noise?”

“Huh, Vegeta? That’s music...people dance to it!” Goku exclaimed grabbing his mate and pulling him close. “Come on! Lets Party!”

The prince felt his cheeks heat up, his mate was swaying back and forth, his tail twisting and twining behind him as his hips gyrated seductively to the beat of the music. “W-what are you doing!?” He nearly shouted, stilling his mate’s enticing movements by placing his hands on those wiggling hips. Looking around, he growled discouraging the people who might be watching them. “Mine…” He snarled, yanking Goku closer to himself.

“My…my prince…” At first Goku was shocked by the show of possessiveness then thoroughly pleased. He liked Vegeta like this. “It is only dancing…Vegeta…”

“What the HELL is that, and what does it have to do with you trying to attract every eye in this room to you?” Vegeta nearly yelled at his mate.

“First off…it isn’t to attract attention! It’s meant to be FUN…second…I’m going to teach you all about dancing ‘cause I want to dance with you.” Goku said slowly removing Vegeta’s hands from his waist. A slow song was starting up on the speakers, and Goku grinned down at his mate. “Perfect…here.”

Goku quickly placed the Prince’s hands, one on his hip the other on his shoulder before he wrapped his arm around the Prince’s waist and neck. “Just follow my lead,” Goku whispered in his mate’s ear, slowly starting to move to the music. “There you go…you’re really good at this…are you sure you’ve never heard of dancing before?”

Vegeta didn’t utter a word, the only sound between the two mates, a contented purr rumbling from Vegeta’s chest. He had every reason to be content when his Earth raised mate stroked his hair, softly from time to time as they moved slowly across the floor.

“Excuse me…”

Vegeta found himself being pushed away, a taller man grabbing Goku up, sweeping him away to the beat of a more frenetic tune. For moments, Vegeta could only gape at the veracity of this dumb human.

“So, I heard that you’re sleeping with guys now.”

“Yamacha…” Goku warned trying to pull himself away from the sexually indiscreet male. “I only sleep with ONE man, and he is my MATE…”

“Hmm, oh, I don’t understand. What does that short freak have that I don’t have, baby?” Yamacha murmured, dipping Goku low, pressing his nether regions to Goku’s with a satisfied smirk. “You know what they say about height…”

Goku was silent, his eyes shooting towards his mate. ~Get this bastard off of me already!~ He cried for help across their bond, seeing that he really didn’t need to. Vegeta’s energy was flickering about him in a storm cloud of rage.

“Yes, I know all too well what they say…I guess we shorties have a great deal to brag about over you tall dumb asses, huh,” Vegeta snarled, yanking the other away from his glowering mate. “Weren’t you the one that tried to get into Raditzu’s pants?”

“Huh…” That devilish grin had disappeared but it was back on the homely human’s face. “That hot guy with all the hair…yeah. He’s got lots of spunk that one…I’d PAY to slam THAT ass…”

“NAPA!” Vegeta hollered to the tall bodyguard who had joined his mate at the snack bar. The bald warrior’s head snapped around, half of a breadstick sticking out between his greasy lips.

“Hmm?” Suddenly the food that had been hanging out of the man’s mouth vanished, snatched away by Radituz’s agile hand. Napa, however, never noticed. “YOU!”

The building would have shook if the foundation of the house wasn’t so well constructed. Napa stormed towards his prince and the rat bastard Vegeta held. “I remember you…” He ground out between clenched teeth.

“Have fun you two,” Vegeta laughed coldly, taking Goku’s hand as they walked towards the other side of the room.

“That was rather…mean…” Goku said even while he shot Vegeta a grin. “Yet very, very…clever.” His eyes scanned the room looking for something else for him and the prince to do. He knew he couldn’t convince Vegeta to dance again after what had just happened. From the corner of his eye, he saw his old friend Bulma snickering wickedly. Turning his attention towards her, he saw why she was laughing so hard. She had dumped just about a half a bottle of some clear liquor into the punch bowl.

“Hey! Vegeta! Lets go get something to drink, I’m getting parched!” He practically dragged his mate towards the punch bowl. Grabbing two cups, he dipped one in, using it to fill the other. “Here…” He handed his prince the cup full of tropical fruit punch and alcohol hoping the prince didn’t smell the intoxicating beverage in it and turn it away. “Try it!”

Vegeta snorted, sniffing at it, “Smells funny…” He grunted before chugging the whole glass. “Tastes funny too…” He looked down at the red plastic cup he held giving a belch. “But not bad…could I have more?”

Goku was all too glad to give his prince more before helping himself. Taking a sip, he nearly choked. This stuff was damned STRONG! Looking up to his prince, he could already see the effects of the liquor on the shorter male. His fine cheekbones were becoming flushed as if from an inner heat.

“You know, you two aren’t mingling much…you should talk to everyone! You’ve not seen them in a while! They were concerned about you! That was one of the reasons why I got everyone together!” Bulma said quite suddenly walking over to stand with the two men. “I mean…its almost been a month really…maybe even longer!”

“Heh, I think it’s been much shorter than a month!” Goku said shyly eyes following his mate’s movements as the Prince helped himself to another cup. Maybe he should stop the man, it was obvious he had never consumed alcohol before or he would have recognized the scent of it at once.

“Then you MUST talk to them!” Bulma declared looping her arm around Goku’s waist she led him away from his mate who was considering his fourth cup of punch.

“What’s in this stuff.” He mumbled, his speech slurred and his eyes glossy, looking into the clear red liquid before he sniffed it again.

“OH! Goku!” Kuririn waved from where he stood next to Master Roshi and Oolong. “Long time…no see…uh…”

Goku scratched the back of his head, still holding the cup of punch he had only taken a sip from. Bringing it to his lips, he swiftly guzzled it down feeling warmth instantly spread through his veins. Tossing the cup into a nearby waist bin “Yeah…uh, haven’t seen you since the accident in the city…” Goku said clearing his throat. He felt uncomfortable around his old friend and it wasn’t because Kuririn had seen him and his mate making love. No, he was uncomfortable because he was WORRIED. Vegeta, who held his FIFTH glass of punch in one hand, had begun staggering along the food packed table. He was worried because he could tell that his mate was already sloshed and the party had hardly even started.

“Yeah, about the city…” Kuririn said his cheeks flushing a slight pinkish red. “I was a bit shocked…I didn’t mean to react like that…to make you or your…uh…um…”

“Mate,” Goku interjected.

“Yeah, mate, uncomfortable or angry.” Kuririn said with a thankful smile on his face for Goku’s help. “All I could think was, ‘Oh my god, my best friend is gay and I never knew it!’”

“I’m not gay, Kuririn.” Goku said wishing, no, LONGING that he could go to his mate. Food was disappearing at an alarming rate from the pile the Prince had made on a dish. He didn’t feel safe leaving the other alone while he was feeling uninhibited do to drink.

“What…but Vegeta’s a…he’s a MAN, right? I mean… he sure did have all the right…um…parts…” Kuririn said, eyes snapping to the prince who had joined the other two Saiyans in being antisocial in a corner, eating the food they had brought with them.

“Yes, but, Kuririn. Where I’m from…women are rare and men most often court other men. You see, I don’t really think you’re gay if it is what is normal…I mean…I can have a child Kuririn.”

The monk’s eyes bulged out of his head and he stared up at his child hood chum. “What?” He asked, eyes dropping at once to Goku’s stomach. “But…but…”

“Kuririn…I’ve gotta go see to Vegeta…I’m sorry.” He said, pushing his way past the other to walk over to his mate. Vegeta was pressing the red plastic cup into Raditzu’s hands.

“You’ve gotta try this stuff! Its sooooooooo good!” Vegeta exclaimed falling backwards to plop onto his ass. Goku wanted to stop his brother, to take the drink away from the other but his tongue was too slow and before he could open his mouth to warn his elder, Raditzu had slurped the punch down.

“This is good.” Raditzu said looking at the cup.

“I’ll go get you more,” Napa purred to his mate from where he sat behind an empty plate.

“No, wait!” Goku exclaimed, stopping his taller pack member. “That stuff isn’t good for him or the baby!”

Napa paused, looking down into the plastic cup, “What? Its only fruit punch and some sort of alcohol…” He said eyes shifting up to his bond brother. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Huh…wait? What…you know what alcohol is?” Goku said his expressive eyes blinking in confusion. He could have sworn…Vegeta must not have cared what was in the brew.

“Of course,” Raditzu said looking up at his mate with a puzzled look on his face. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Just…” He looked down at his mate who had wrapped his tail around his ankle. “Vegeta…” He sighed, resting a hand in the prince’s hair. His prince was purring softly, pressing his hot face against Goku’s leg.

Raditzu laughed, “Oh…Napa! You know…Vegeta’s never had alcohol before!”

“What? But you guys know what it is…how could he…” Goku asked glad that Vegeta didn’t seem to be paying them any mind at all. If he had, if he had been any where near sober, he was sure that his prince wouldn’t be too happy at being talked about like this.

“He was very young when he left the planet,” Napa said in explanation, “And they didn’t have alcohol on the ship. They didn’t want the troops getting rowdy I guess…and when we were on purging missions, we were too busy destroying shit to stop and wet our proverbial ‘whistle‘ as it were.”

“How much has he had to drink?” Raditzu asked, watching Vegeta as he ran his hands slowly up Goku’s inner thigh towards his groin.

“Four glasses.”

“That much and he is still standing!” Napa said with a laugh. “That shit’s strong…I guess our prince isn’t as much a light weight as I thought he would be.”

“Raditzu…should you be drinking? I mean…you’re pregnant, isn’t it bad for the baby?” Goku said, bringing the conversation back towards his concerns once more.

Raditzu shook his head, “Why would it?” He asked, “My birth father drank a lot when he was with me. Said I caused him a lot of pain…but look at me, I turned out just fine. Hell, I turned out better than fine! Most of my family is ranked at third class, but I’m first class, close to Elite. Father always said it was the drink that did it.”

“Really?”

“There’s our guest of honor.”

Four sets of dark eyes darted at once to the being that walked up to them. “Tienshin Kun.” Goku exclaimed, turning to great his friend warmly. “I didn’t notice you here earlier.”

“I just arrived.” He told Goku, “Who’s this attached to your leg?”

Goku looked down and blushed at the siayan who clung to him growling up at Tien. “Oh…this is my…uh…” He didn’t know how to tell Tien this, after all even Kuririn had been confused.

“I’m his mate, you don’t touch him.” Vegeta hissed out, his voice slurred from the drinks he had had. He clung harder to Goku’s leg as if suspecting that Goku may try to slip away and run off with the three eyed man before them.

“Oh, you two are together then.” Tien said warmly, smiling down at the Prince who still glowered quite fiercely. “Bulma had told me, but I wasn’t sure if she had her facts correct. I am happy for you Goku, you must be truly happy.”

“I am, Thank you very much.” Goku said with a bright smile that was classic Son Goku.

“Anyone up for some more fruit punch?” Goku was startled out of his conversation by Napa’s question. The tall warrior had wondered away when Tien had showed up, but he was back with four bright red cups filled with the mostly alcohol mixture from the bowl on the table.

Vegeta had already pulled himself back to his feet, claiming one of the glasses for his own. “Thanks,” He purred.

“Vegeta!” Goku cried, stopping his mate just as the prince was raising the cup to his lips. “I don’t want you drinking any more of that.”

“Awe, come on, let him have his fun.” Raditzu said, taking his glass from his mate. “He’s never had a chance to get totally hammerer before. He’ll learn his lesson after he wakes up and finds himself curled over a toilet for most of the morning.”

The prince’s eyes were on Goku, waiting for the other to make his decision. He had the cutest pout on his face and Goku found that he just could not say no for the life of him. “Okay…go on then….but I REALLY don’t want you to get any drunker!”

Vegeta gave his mate a bright smile just before he tilted his glass back. Sighing, Goku accepted his drink from Napa and glanced around the room. With this much alcohol floating around the room, and with his mate safely by his side, his worries shifted towards Gohan. He saw his little cub playing with Oolong and Puar in the opposite corner of the room. He trusted the cat like shape shifter, but…the pig…he felt his lips curling upwards in a snarl before he could stop himself.

Puar would look out for Gohan, Goku knew and so he let himself relax noticing the other people in his house. Bulma seemed to be the life of the party, flittering around like a hummingbird on speed from guest to guest, striking up conversations, encouraging people to speak with the burly looking Saiyans despite their obvious misgivings. Goku had to give the attractive Sienticet that at the very least, she was a damned good hostess.

“How’re we going to get all these people out of here?” Raditzu asked suddenly, “I mean, I’ve had my food…I’m happy…our traditions include family only, not friends and god knows who else.”

“Awe, come on, let Bulma have her fun…when it starts to get late, we’ll kick all these people out of here.” Goku said spotting another one of his dear friends, he waved. “Master Roshi!” He walked off to great his old trainer.

“Hn…I’ve gotta go take a piss…” Vegeta declared drunkenly, stumbling towards a door he had spotted in the back of the room. “If you’ll excuse me…” He slammed the red plastic glass down on the table and nearly followed it down himself just barely catching himself with his free hand.

“Damned…the room keeps moving!” He chuckled to himself as he pushed away from the table and pointing himself back on target towards the door.

“Should we let him go by himself?” Raditzu asked eyes tracking the Prince’s crooked path and stumbling steps.

“He can take care of himself, and if he can’t, then his mate will take care of him. Don’t worry about it.” Napa purred, wrapping his arms around his mate’s waist. “For now, lets celebrate the new life you carry.”

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“Where is that god forsaken bathroom at?” Vegeta grumbled, leaning against the wall as he walked, needing the support. He felt none too steady on his feet and he wasn’t quite sure why, but damned it was hot in this stuffy old house! Pausing, he pealed his shirt off, tossing it absently to the floor. They now lived in this huge place, if he wanted his shirt latter, he could just come by and pick it up then. If he ever found his way back…

Giggling, he stumbled away from the wall momentarily spotting something of great interest ahead of him. “What’s this piece of junk?” He leaned forward, hands upon his knees, keen eyes drinking in the stone bust that sat upon a table as he unconsciously rocked back and forth. He could remember faintly seeing something like this in Furiza’s personal bed chambers, but he tried with all his might to forget about those nightmare lands and so he pushed the thought out of his mind.

“Where is that stupid restroom!?” He stumbled on his search continuing. Opening a door, he poked his head in, finding exactly what he needed. Pushing the door inward, he almost fell again, tripping over the runner. Turning bleary eyes down at the tack of wood that had been nailed down over the small area where wood met linoleum he growled. “Stupid thing…are you trying to make me look like an idiot!?”

Not getting an answer from the inanimate object, he stumbled further into the simple white lavatory. Pushing up the lids upon the old porcelain thrown, he pulled himself out. With a deep sigh, he let loose the waterfall that had been trapped in his small bladder. Letting his eyes slide over the decorations, he snorted. If he were going to use this room on a regular basis, it was going to get a much needed face lift. He HATED white…go figure.

Letting his eyes slip to the open door, he startled. There was a blue haired, blue eyed woman watching him with a large smirk upon her face. So stunned by his visitor, Vegeta hadn’t even realized that he had finished.

“Need help with that?” The woman asked and Vegeta felt his cheeks heat up. Shaking his head, he shook himself off before tucking it away once more.

“I can handle myself, woman.” He barked but finding that he could put no real force behind it. He was feeling woozy and tired from that damned punch. It seemed that it had a real punch to it…hehehe. Vegeta couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing nearly crumpling to the floor with the force of the guffaws that were spilling forth from between his lips.

“Here…you’re really drunk…let me help you to bed.” The woman said coming to put her arm around the trembling prince’s waist. Purring deep in his chest, Vegeta allowed his mystery gust to help him out of the white walled, white linoleum bathroom.

“That place is ugly, I want it to be BLUE…I HATE white!” He growled stumbling drunkenly the only thing saving him from a nasty spill, the woman’s soft arms around him. He purred louder, he could smell something sweet on her….something almost…sexual.

“Here lay down…you’re in no condition to be walking around.”

“I’ll tell you what I’m in condition for and what I am not…” Vegeta growled, yanking the woman close, his nose drinking in that odd scent. What WAS that smell…it almost smelled like…Kakkarot…but somehow, much better. “Mine…my…Kakkarot…” That smell WAS Kakkarot…

“If you say so…” She said in a quizzical voice, “Hmmm…seems you lost your shirt.”

“Got hot…” He mumbled surprised to find soft pale hands unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. “Still hot…thanks woman…”

He felt better laying naked, the cool breeze stirred from an over head fan cooling his overheated skin. He hardly even noticed when those hands slid up over his chest and into his hair. “I think I understand what Goku sees in you…you’re even more perfect a specimen than Raditzu is. I suspected as much!”

“Of COURS I am! I’m the Prince of ALL Saiyans! The best of them all, the most beautiful, the most fertile, the most powerful, the quickest, the most skilled in bed…and you…you BETTER not forget that!” He hiccupped, “Uh oh…I don’t feel so good…”

“Shhh…its okay…” That soft female voice whispered and Vegeta felt lips pressing against his. He felt too numb, unreal, this couldn’t be happening, right? He laughed giving access to a naughty tongue. It silenced his laughter until the woman pulled back to smirk down at the Prince.

“Uh…” He began to laugh all over again, almost rolling underneath his gust.

“What’s so funny?” She huffed, pinning the drunk and weak prince under her.

“You look like a…” He gasped, tears falling from his eyes, “A…” He tried to catch his breath but was failing miserably. “A BLUEBERRY!”

“Oh really…well this blueberry wants your DNA…” That voice hissed in Vegeta’s ear but the Prince didn’t here. There was an insatiable heat surrounding his penis now and he realized dimly that it was her hands, stroking him and petting him. “Does that feel nice?”

“K-Kakkarot…” He moaned his eyes slipping closed.

“Not the right name…” She sighed, “Oh well…what do I expect, you’re drunk…” Soft lips pressed against Vegeta’s lips once more and the Prince kissed her back this time, tangling his gloved hands into her blue blue hair.

There was SOMETHING not right with this, something was ghastly wrong maybe it was the taste of the mouth pressed to his, maybe it was the size of those hands on his growing erection. Maybe maybe maybe… what it truly was and why it bothered him so and why it was oh so very wrong was slipping further away with each pump those hands gave him—with a good deal of help from the booze that filled him.

When a slick heat surrounded him, he gave a strangled cry. Bucking wildly up into that sensation, he lost himself in the world of pleasure everything moving far to fast to analyze. This creature was riding him like a bull and it was all right by him, oh yes, just dandy peachy keen.

“Uh, Oh VEGETA…oh yes…oh my god…soooo goooooddddd….” That soft voice praised over and over again above him, but he had long since blocked it out. All he could hear was his own heart beating, all he could smell was his own sweat, all he could taste was the sweet yet sharp and sour taste of punch in the back of his throat. The pleasure was bright and sharp and yet some how muted and subdued.

“N-no…please…stop Karo…I don‘t feel well:” he moaned weakly, his head had begun to spin or the world had decided to start whirling around him, either way it had to stop and soon or he was going to be sick.

Groaning, he suddenly realized his orgasm was close, shuddering, he clutched at the sweat soaked sheets. Arching his back he gave a horse cry, spilling himself deep inside of the body above him. Panting harshly, he managed to open his eyes to see a smiling, sweaty face looking down at him. Like a grinning devil, the kind that were in charge of punishing the mortal souls doomed to that particularly fiery furnace of an afterlife.

Black spots began to swim before his vision and he watched the woman get up and get dressed.

“Thanks…I needed that…” She smiled back down at him before giving him a kiss. The blackness was almost complete. “Lets just hope I get pregnant…I‘d rather not have to repeat this…or beg you to ejaculate into a cup the way I had to with Raditzu.”

The blackness became complete and he was thankful for it, he didn’t want to be a part of the waking world any more.