In Your Dreams

Title: In Your Dreams
Author: CrimsonTide
Pairing: Vegeta x Goku

A/N - Sorry this is a little late tonight. I lost power about 6 hours ago and only just got it back. Good thing my pc stays on 15 minutes after a blackout or I would have lost this entire chapter!

Anyway, oral ahead, so beware... or smile, whichever, hehe!

Chapter 37

Vegeta was still sulking when he made an appearance in the kitchen to join the others for dinner. It took all of his willpower not to poke out his bottom lip and pout as he mechanically shoveled food into his mouth. Kakarotto, it turned out, was a giant tease, whether he knew it or not.

The prince raised his black eyes to gaze at said Saiyajin, who was seated across the table from him. Goku had been in such a rush to get to the kitchen that he’d only given himself enough time to slip into a pair of gi pants and a shirt, which he’d left unbuttoned in his haste. Vegeta appreciated the view, but gazing upon the well-muscled flesh only increased his desire to jump the younger man right there and then.

However, it didn’t escape his notice that there were others at the table who were also admiring the view. Vegeta’s lip curled into an amused smirk as he watched Bulma shoot appreciative glances at her oldest friend’s bared torso. Her admiration didn’t bother him much. What woman could resist sneaking a peak or two at such a perfect specimen? Besides, she was no threat to him.

Trunks, however, was another matter.

Vegeta’s grin faded into a tight lipped scowl as he turned his attention to his first born. He’d been aware of the demi-Saiyajin’s interest in Kakarotto from day one. He hadn’t thought much about it for the most part, but lately the attention Trunks was focusing on his mate was beginning to rub him the wrong way.

Goku, oblivious to everything aside from the food on his plate, hadn’t even noticed that Trunks had been practically molesting him with his eyes from the moment they’d sat down. The demi-Saiyajin made very little effort to hide the lustful glances he kept throwing his way, and Vegeta was beginning to find that biting back his growls wasn’t as easy as he would have liked.

Kakarotto was HIS. The boy had no claim on him! To his knowledge his son had never been in a serious relationship with any human, and that led him to believe that his instincts to mate with one of his own kind were stronger than that of the other demi-Saiyajins’. That small fact made Vegeta both proud and territorial at the same time.

The meal had been eaten in relative silence up until that point, save for the occasional clink of a glass or the scrape of a fork against a plate; so when Trunks finally spoke, everyone took notice.

“Goku, how has everything been going for you lately? We haven’t really seen much of each other in awhile.”

Vegeta’s grip on his fork tightened as he felt his hackles rise. It was a seemingly innocent question, but there was a hidden motive behind those words.

Goku, always the naïve one, didn’t suspect a thing. The younger Saiyajin swallowed his mouthful of food and smiled.

“I’ve had my ups and downs. Can’t really complain.”

The prince frowned as his mate continued to eat. That was a lie. Just hours before Kakarotto had been told he could never become a Super Saiyajin again. He’d say that was more than enough reason to complain. He’d have to speak with the younger man about it later.

Trunks nodded and pushed his food around on his plate. His blue eyes never left the other Saiyajin’s form. “That’s good, I suppose.... How about a change in scenery though? Maybe you and I can have a day out soon. You know, break our normal routines for once?”

Goku’s black eyes rose to meet those of the other man’s. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, which pleased Vegeta, but his reply to the request wasn’t what the prince was expecting. “Yeah, sure. I don’t see why not.”

Vegeta bit back a snarl as blue eyes darted his way for only a second. The message didn’t go unreceived. The boy was challenging his claim on Kakarotto. Oh, he had some nerve; he’d give him that. He hadn’t realized his son was so stupid though. So very stupid...

Doubtful in his ability to refrain from sending a ki blast at Trunks, Vegeta suddenly stood, pushing his chair backward as he strode around the table and took hold of Goku’s wrist.

“Come with me, Kakarotto. We need to talk.”

The younger Saiyajin blinked and looked up at the other man as if he were insane. “Now? But...”

“Now!” Vegeta snapped, his grip tightening as his eyes locked with his son’s.

Bulma, oblivious to the drama playing out around her, frowned and stabbed her fork in the prince’s direction. “Vegeta, we haven’t even had dessert yet! Don’t be so rude!”

“Woman...”

“Oh, let them go.” Bunny piped in, smiling as she always did. “Don’t worry boys, I’ll save some pie for you.”

Goku smiled at the woman’s thoughtfulness and stood when Vegeta’s fingers tightened around his wrist. Obviously the older man was bothered by something, so he might as well humor him and avoid another argument. “Thanks! I guess I’ll see you all in a bit then.”

“Yeah...” Trunks said with a grin. “See you later.”

Father and son silently sent daggers at each other through their eyes, and Vegeta growled as he tugged his mate from the room.

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Goku interlaced his fingers behind his head as he casually strolled into his bedroom. He turned back to the door when he heard it click shut, and he raised an eyebrow when he caught Vegeta’s angry expression.

“What’s wrong?”

The prince’s tail lashed violently as he stalked into the room. He strode past his mate and seemed to pace for a moment as a low rumble continuously bubbled from deep within his chest.

“That boy...” he growled, still pacing.

Goku lowered his arms and frowned as he stepped in Vegeta’s path, putting a halt to his pacing. He looked into his mate’s furious eyes before placing his hands on either side of the older man’s face. “Hey... calm down. What’s got you so worked up?”

Vegeta drew a deep breath in through his nose to calm himself. He was comforted by the younger Saiyajin’s gentle touch, and he raised his own hands to cover smaller ones.

“Haven’t you noticed? Trunks means to court you.”

Goku was silent for a moment before a puff of air escaped through his lips. A laugh bubbled up from his throat a moment later and he pulled his hands away and playfully slapped the older man on the chest.

“Come on, Vegeta! Seriously, what’s going on?”

The prince growled and grabbed his mate by the shoulders. His fingers squeezed the muscled flesh there harder than was necessary, and this caused the smile to fade from Goku’s lips.

“You’re serious... Trunks?? Why?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and spun the other man around until he faced the full length mirror on the other side of the room. “Look at yourself, Kakarotto! Do you really need to ask?!”

Goku frowned after looking at their reflections for a moment before he turned his head to look back at the older man. “He never showed interest before. Why now?”

The prince sighed as he let go of the other and moved over to the bed. He sat down heavily on the edge and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He felt a headache coming on.

“You were out of his league before. His instincts told him this, so he never saw you as a potential mate.”

Goku’s tail fuzzed out behind him when he was reminded of his current status in terms of power. He was still more powerful than any human. In fact, he was capable of becoming stronger than Piccolo and Android 18 as well with a little more training. When it came to the demi-Saiyajins though... well, he may have a better fighting technique, one that may even allow him to be victorious in a battle; but when it came down to brute strength, he couldn’t measure up.

Sensing his mate’s thoughts, Vegeta quickly continued. “It isn’t just your power level that’s made you appealing, Kakarotto. He can sense your fertility. That’s a natural draw; something that’s bound to bring out his more feral nature when it comes to claiming a mate.”

Goku’s brow furrowed in thought. “But... you’ve already...” He hesitated, and his cheeks took on a pinkish hue before he continued. “You’ve already claimed me. Doesn’t he know that?”

The older man grinned at the other Saiyajin’s reaction to the term ‘claim’. However, his expression quickly reverted back to one of complete seriousness almost immediately.

“Of course the boy knows I’ve claimed you. He’s challenging me. It’s the natural process of picking a mate.”

Goku surprised Vegeta by laughing, and the younger Saiyajin perched himself on the bed beside the prince and wrapped his arms around strong shoulders. He purred when the older man immediately drew him closer.

“Why so worried though? It’s not like I’m going to leave you for him. Besides, you’re a lot stronger than he is. He couldn’t win in a battle against you.”

Vegeta felt a pang of lust shoot through his body as Goku nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. A hot tongue teased the flesh there, causing a shiver to pass through his body. He grit his teeth and fought the urge to throw the younger Saiyajin down and ravish him that very second; and he groaned in disappointment when he pushed Goku away and held him at an arm’s length away from himself.

“It doesn’t always come down to who is more powerful, Kakarotto. When you go into heat there’s no telling how you will react to two potential mates. I can’t be sure, but I doubt you’ll be thinking straight. It’s likely only your instincts will guide you. And though I have no doubt that even your instincts will tell you to choose your prince, I can’t predict how Trunks will react to you. He could become violent.”

Vegeta watched a series of emotions flicker across Goku’s face, and he was most worried by the doubt and fear he saw pass through his eyes. That brought him back to another subject he wished to discuss with the younger man.

“Kakarotto, we need to talk about earlier. I know you haven’t simply accepted the fact you can no longer become a Super Saiyajin. No warrior as powerful as you once were could be ok with that.”

Goku’s eyes turned away from his mate, and he shrugged himself out of Vegeta’s grip. “Well, how am I supposed to feel? I’m not happy about it, but what can I do? It is what it is.”

The older man frowned. “You should be angry.”

“I am.” Goku’s jaw noticeably tightened. “But the only person I can take my anger out on is already dead. What else do you want me to do?”

“You could blow something up. That always makes me feel better.”

The younger Saiyajin couldn’t fight back the smile that tugged at his mouth, and he turned his gaze back to his mate. “I could. And I probably will...a lot. But what’s done is done. And to be honest with you, I was getting tired of fighting anyway. You can be the hero for awhile now.”

Vegeta considered his mate’s words for a moment, and he could see the fatigue in the younger man’s eyes. He believed there to be some truth behind those words. Kakarotto was tired and for now he seemed content to simply live. Well, Vegeta could certainly help him with that.

“Fair enough. I still expect a good sparring partner though.”

Goku growled playfully as he grabbed a fistful of the older man’s hair and tugged him down for a kiss. When they broke apart the younger Saiyajin grinned. “I can still kick your ass, you know.”

Vegeta tail lashed from side to side as his excitement grew. He could smell his partner’s arousal, and he responded immediately as he shoved Goku down roughly and crawled over top of him. A deep purr rumbled in his chest as he attacked the suddenly bared throat beneath him, and just as his teeth grazed across the mating scar he’d left on the younger man’s flesh, a sharp stinging sensation made him pull back sharply. Vegeta looked down at the smirking Saiyajin underneath him with wide eyes.

“Did you just slap my ass with your tail?”

Goku chuckled and ran his hands along the older man’s clothed chest. “Depends. Did you like it?”

The prince’s shocked expression melted into one of seduction, and he lowered himself until his mouth was beside the other’s ear. “Not sure I should answer that.” He chuckled darkly and drew a fleshy earlobe into his mouth. Sharp teeth teased the sensitive flesh and made the younger man shudder.

Before he could get any further though, Vegeta suddenly found himself on his back. He blinked, surprised by the swift movement and momentarily disoriented as he looked up at Goku, who was smiling down at him from where he straddled his stomach.

“What...”

The younger Saiyajin’s confidence suddenly seemed to fade and he worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he watched Vegeta with a thoughtful and unsure expression. His hands hovered over the older man’s chest, and large black eyes met the prince’s as if asking for permission.

“What’s wrong, Kakarotto?” Vegeta asked, his brow furrowed. True, he’d been the one to do the majority of the touching during their previous sexual romps, but he hadn’t thought his mate was actually unsure if he could do the same in return. Well, he’d have to show Goku that he was more than allowed to take the initiative.

Before Goku could even answer his question, Vegeta took the smaller man’s hands and brought them down until they touched him. He gave his mate a wicked smile as he relaxed back into the sheets.

“Go on.”

A smile crept over the younger Saiyajin’s face, as well as a blush. Goku’s eyes lowered to the prince’s chest as his fingers hooked the edge of the shirt, and he swiftly but gently removed the garment that covered the heavily muscled flesh beneath. After tossing the cloth aside, Goku took his time running his fingertips along the contours of his mate’s torso. He leisurely explored every dip and curve, seemingly entranced with the simple motions.

Vegeta quickly realized that this was the first time Kakarotto had actually had a chance to really see him; touch him. Because of that the prince kept quiet and patiently allowed the younger man to continue at his own pace. Besides, he was enjoying the gentle touches and watching the various expressions that passed over his mate’s face.

The older man watched silently as Goku scooted backwards until he was at the edge of the bed. The Saiyajin unlaced Vegeta’s boots and slipped them off his feet before crawling back onto the mattress. His fingers lingered briefly at the waistband of the prince’s pants, and Vegeta lifted his hips a bit as a sign of encouragement. Goku immediately complied and made short work of the pants, which ended up crumbled on the floor beside his shirt.

A blush spread over the younger man’s cheeks when it became apparent the older man wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Vegeta grinned at the sight. He could tell the other was hesitant to touch him again, so he began to purr as he wrapped his tail around Goku’s wrist and guided the Saiyajin’s hand to his already erect member.

He hissed through his teeth when warm fingers wrapped around his sensitive flesh, and though the touches were soft and unsure, they soon became firmer, more sure and bolder. He voiced his approval in the form of an appreciative moan as he was stroked and squeezed.

Vegeta’s eyes had slipped closed, so he was slightly startled when he was suddenly kissed. The moment passed quickly though and he parted his lips and attacked the tongue that entered his mouth with his own. Their duel was brief, however, and soon Goku’s mouth seemed to be everywhere at once. A hot tongue worked its’ way down his neck and along his collar bone. The younger Saiyajin would pause whenever the prince shuddered, and he’d give that particular spot extra attention before moving on.

Vegeta hissed when each of his nipples were sucked and lightly bitten, and he wrapped his fingers in his mate’s hair, desperately needing to touch him. It was taking all of his willpower not to pounce the younger Saiyajin right there and then, and didn’t help that Goku continued to stroke him as he orally explored the rest of his body. He felt like he would burst at any second.

Eventually that mouth reached his stomach, and Vegeta opened his eyes and peered down at the other in surprise when he kept venturing south. He never imagined Kakarotto would want to perform oral sex on him; not after what had occurred in the lab. Did he feel like he had to?

That thought spurred Vegeta into action, and he sat up quickly and tugged on the other’s hair to earn his attention. “Kakarotto.”

Goku blinked and looked up at the older man, confused by the interruption.

“You don’t have to....”

The younger Saiyajin frowned for only a moment before smiling and leaning up to place a quick kiss on his mate’s lips.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

If he wanted to argue anymore he wasn’t given the chance because Goku immediately stilled his hand along Vegeta’s member and settled it at the base. The prince watched with wide eyes as a pink tongue darted out and licked along the slit before full lips wrapped themselves around the head of his cock.

The older man’s eyes fell to half-mast as the younger man slowly swallowed his length. His hot tongue swirled around the shaft and a light suction teased him into a frenzy. At one point the prince felt the gentle scrape of teeth along the sensitive flesh, but he wasn’t alarmed. He trusted Kakarotto fully, just as he hoped the younger man trusted him the same way.

Vegeta’s fingers tightened in Goku’s hair as the other Saiyajin slowly bobbed his head along his shaft. The other’s cheeks would hollow out every time he sucked the throbbing flesh in his mouth, and it wasn’t long before the oral and visual stimulation had the prince at his peak.

The older man tugged at his mate’s hair, trying to warn him that he was about to cum, but Goku only held tighter onto his hips and tightened his lips around the base of his cock. With one last stroke of a tongue, Vegeta tossed his head back and cried out as he reached his climax. He felt his seed shoot into the other Saiyajin’s mouth, and he moaned when he realized Goku had swallowed.

Unbelievable.

Vegeta sighed and fell back into the sheets as his body trembled with the after effects of his orgasm. He watched through lidded eyes as Goku finally released his cock, giving the tip one last lick before he sat up between his legs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Their eyes met.

“Holy shit.”

Goku laughed at the muttered words and settled himself along his mate’s nude body. He wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s heaving chest and tucked his head beneath his chin.

The larger man’s hands settled on his back. “You’re still dressed, Kakarotto. That’s not fair...”

Goku didn’t bother to respond because an instant later Vegeta was asleep. A smile crept over his lips as he tightened his grip and stroked a bare leg with his tail.

Looks like they’d both gotten dessert after all.

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TBC