Survival of the Fittest

Update December 26, 2010: I\'m so sorry for taking so long with this update. I was finishing up school (it was my last semester and I needed to to well so I can safely get my Bachelor\'s Degree) and then the Holidays came up and I got busy prepping for that. At this point in time I am removing my two week update thingy. I\'ll be updating when I can.



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Chapter Six – “When you’re home, you’re family”

WC: 3,427



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Goku slowly walked through the forest, carrying his partly clothed mate in his arms. He just couldn’t seem to let go of Vegeta after what had almost happened. Goku pulled his lover a little closer at the memory, pressing his nose into Vegeta’s raven locks as he guided them to their cave. They did not speak, nor did Vegeta protest at being carried like some ‘helpless human damsel,’ for which he was thankful. Right now Goku just wanted to hold and be close to Vegeta, to protect him. He needed to reaffirm their bond before the gap between them got any wider.



They hadn’t been to their cave in some time so when they arrived Vegeta took a few moments to tidy it up. Goku just stood back, waiting for Vegeta to come to him. His mate wore his shirt, since Goku had shredded his prince’s clothes earlier. Vegeta just wore that shirt which barely kissed his thighs and his boots. He was unarguably a tempting sight, and Goku felt arousal flow through his veins. But he held himself back. Goku had almost raped Vegeta not even an hour ago. That knowledge was just too fresh for him to jump on his mate once again. So for now he would let Vegeta guide them, and he would do, or not do, whatever his mate wanted.



“Kakarot,” Vegeta called, sitting on their fur pelt bed which he had just finished shaking out. “Come here.”



Goku meekly went over to his mate, kneeling down on the stone floor in front of the bed. Vegeta sighed, almost sounding disappointed as he reached out and grabbed Goku’s wrist, dragging him onto the bed. Goku’s knee caught on the edge of the bed and he ended up sprawled on the fur pelts face down. He felt like all energy had left his body so he just lay there, inhaling the faint scent of their sex that still lingered on the pelts. Hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him onto his back, and Goku stared mutely up at his mate.



Vegeta kneeled quietly beside him, staring at his chest and not his face. There was a guardedness in Vegeta’s stance that Goku had not seen in response to him being near in years. His mate was wary of him. It made Goku’s chest ache. It felt like all of the progress they had made in their relationship over the years was gone. Goku closed his eyes with a sigh.



A moment later a weight settled over his lap and Goku opened his eyes to find Vegeta now straddling his waist. His mate watched him with sad eyes, pressing a hand over Goku’s heart. He returned the gaze, gently placing his own hand over his prince’s.



“I noticed it, probably the first time we met. Back then it was attractive…now though,” Vegeta started softly, leaning down to rest his chest against Goku’s, their hands now clasped. “It’s been getting worse over the years, little by little…and after today we can no longer ignore it. This beast inside of you.”



“How,” Goku asked helplessly, imagining his dark side, the Saiyan side of him growling from inside his heart.



“I’m not sure. But we’ll find a way Kakarot…first though we need to do is set things right between us.”



“Okay.”



Vegeta lifted off of him for just a moment, undoing Goku’s pants and pushing them down a bit. Goku shivered, his half hard cock coming into contact with his mate’s soft ass as Vegeta settled back down in his lap. His prince placed one hand back on his chest, a silent order to stay put. For a heart-frightening moment Goku felt a surge of rebellion well up from the side of his psyche he was trying to ignore. ‘Why should I take orders from my weak sub?!’ But Goku quickly squashed down that voice, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he tried to stay in control.



Soft lips pressed against his own, a gentle kiss that reinforced the control that Goku needed. It grounded him to his mate and nothing else. He let his hands rest on Vegeta’s thighs, just touching the smooth skin and strong muscles underneath. His prince murmured against his lips in appreciation, Vegeta’s own hands gently squeezing his chest. Goku’s arousal was sparked once more and he felt his cock harden, nestling against his mate’s hot groin.



Vegeta gently broke their kiss, sitting back and rocking his hips against his own. Goku took a deep breath, just laying back and letting this happen. His mate was watching him closely, dark eyes penetrating and heated. After a moment thought his prince moved, sliding down his body. Goku watched with widening eyes as Vegeta took a hold of his penis and began to service him.



His prince very, very rarely did this. If anyone was going to go down on their knees and suck cock it was Goku. And that was only because he wanted to and Vegeta usually didn’t. Goku loved to worship his mate’s body, because he was still blown away by the fact that he was able to have this amazing creature as his lover. He felt like the luckiest man in the world and he loved to show Vegeta that.



So Vegeta slowly laving at his dick was something Goku rarely experienced. It was like a forbidden delicacy. His breath sped up a bit as his mate pulled Goku’s cock into his burning mouth. His wicked and sharp tongue going to work to drive Goku mad with desire. It felt indescribable and he savored every second, unsure of when he’s get another opportunity to experience this amazing encounter. It felt so hot and wet, and Goku shivered in sensation as Vegeta covered his erection in his saliva.



But the treatment didn’t last long and Goku groaned in disappointment as Vegeta pulled away from his groin. But he realized in an instant that he was going to get something much sweeter in exchange. Vegeta settled his body back over Goku’s hips, still holding his dick as his mate positioned himself. It was all happening so fast though. He had thought it would take more time for them to rebound from what had happened earlier. Goku reached out and gripped Vegeta’s hips, gasping as he was suddenly sheathed inside his mate’s body.



They both froze as their bodies connected. Goku with his head tossed back and Vegeta hunched over his body. He panted a bit, licking his lips as his mate’s heat warmed his cock. Goku looked up at his prince, eyes half lidded as he drank in the sight of the man he loved above all others sitting on top of his body. Vegeta met his gaze, a deep but quiet purr in his chest as the prince rocked his hips back and forth.



Goku sat up, wrapping his arms around Vegeta’s waist. For once he would be the one holding on for the ride. He closed his eyes as his prince moved his hips, driving their lovemaking. Goku pressed his nose to the hairline across Vegeta’s neck, savoring his smell as he was loved. His mate gnawed at his neck, muffling his own moans as the prince’s hips moved faster and faster. Goku’s hands spasmed on Vegeta’s hips as the movements escaladed, the pleasure building in his body warming him from head to toe.



Their lovemaking went on for endless minutes. Vegeta continued to set the tempo and Goku continued to hold on for the ride. He didn’t really focus on the pleasure, the way his erection was massaged and heated by his mate’s lusty hole. Goku didn’t even feel it, not the way he usually did. He wasn’t searching for his own satisfaction or striving to drive Vegeta wild like he had in the past. All Goku did was savor the connection, the utter closeness he had with his mate. Their moans, the sensuality, the rapture was all miles away. All that existed in Goku’s mind was the fact they were together.



As he focused more on their connection and the strength it gave their bond Goku felt himself floating away from the physical sensations and towards something much deeper.



He hadn’t ever felt like this with Vegeta, not in all their years together. They had never been this close. Not when they had opened their bond to explore Vegeta’s past, not when they had made Takeo and Keigo, not when they had fused together to fight Buu, not even on the night they had created their bond. It had all come close to what was happening now, but this was something special. In this moment he wasn’t feeling Vegeta like he had in those other times. No right now, Goku felt their bond.



Goku felt exactly what they had made together. And it was beautiful.



He felt the tangle of their energies, the way the color of his power mingled with Vegeta’s, creating a whole new pool of energy neither of them had tapped yet in battle. He saw the mesh of strings and webs that were their spirits, intertwined so tight he almost couldn’t tell one from the other. The darker parts inside Vegeta’s spirit were surrounded by the lightest parts of Goku’s, and vice versa. He could taste their feelings, all of the emotions they had felt together since the bond was made. The bitterness of misery, the tang of fear, the sweetness of affection, the richness of their passion. It was all there for him to sample. Goku could smell their connection, the mixed soup of his identity, Vegeta’s and their offspring, all swirling together to make a scent that left his nostrils happily tingling. But it was what he heard that blew his mind. Goku could hear their bond. It was like it sang and made music. He heard the echoes of the horror of before, deep bass rumbles and trembling tenors. The song now was softer, building from something tentative to a rushing crescendo that left Goku floating.



Goku wanted to stay there forever, to have his senses washed with the amazing complexity and enormity that was their bond. But he couldn’t.



Goku came back to himself after a while. Leaving the security and strength the bond had made him feel to find himself lying on his back. Both Goku and Vegeta were panting, stretched out on their pelt bed in the middle of the cave. Somewhere in the hazy recesses of his mind Goku realized he had come, as had Vegeta, if the warm stickiness covering his groin was any indication. There was also a throbbing pain on his shoulder, where he knew without actually figuring it out that Vegeta at bitten him. His mate’s body shuddered and trembled against his own and Goku realized he was shivering himself.



Goku stared up at the ceiling to their cave, tracing the contours of rough cracks and smooth edges. He felt like he was drunk, reality seemed so far away to him. But he wasn’t frightened. In fact he felt more content than he had ever felt in his entire life. Wetness cooled his cheeks and Goku became conscious of the fact that he was crying, and so was Vegeta. Salty tears traced his shoulder and neck. But they weren’t sad tears, no.



They were tears of relief.



Goku closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he let his body sink into the bed beneath him. Sleepiness poked at his mind and he let it in. He felt Vegeta do the same. And just before he fell unconscious Goku gripped his mate a little tighter to his body.



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Radditz quietly watched his nephew and mate. He was sitting by Takeo and Keigo who were playing a game on the floor of the living room, waiting for their parents to get home. Gohan and Piccolo were on the other side of the room, sitting by a window and quietly talking. Radditz was watching them with rapt fascination. Piccolo was a Namek and Gohan was a very handsome half Saiyan which made them a striking couple. But Radditz was mostly enraptured by how the two interacted.



Piccolo always kept some kind of contact between himself and his mate. A hand on the back on Gohan’s neck, and arm around his shoulders, or just the simple touch of the sides of their bodies. The bond between them seemed incredibly strong, which was shocking since they were of different species. Gohan was also attentive to their relationship, returning the touches and giving his own signs of affection.



Radditz wondered if it was because of Gohan’s miscarriage that the two were so close and subtly affectionate. Had that loss brought the two of them closer, or were they already like that? Envy washed through him for a moment as he watched them, and Radditz wondered how different his life could have been. If Nappa had been with him after he had miscarried, would Radditz have lost control like he had? Would their relationship have gotten better, stronger? Would they have fallen in love?



He glanced back to the young Saiyan twins playing on the floor. He had to wonder, though he shouldn’t, about what his own child would have been like. At the time Radditz had thought he was going to give birth to the last full blooded Saiyan. But it seemed that, that duty had been reserved for the prince of their species. Vegeta had been that one to bear the last pure Saiyans. And unless some others of their species had survived Frieza’s madness, Takeo and Keigo will be the last ones born to this universe.



Both of the twins suddenly stopped what they were doing, the two of them getting up and rushing to the front door. Gohan followed calmly behind the two children while Piccolo stayed behind.



“What’s going on,” Radditz asked, standing up and watching as Gohan disappeared around the corner.



“It’s the end of the week. And it’s tradition for friends and family to get together and have a meal. We didn’t have time to call it off so you’ll have to be introduced to everyone at once,” Piccolo explained softly, sounding slightly disgruntled as he described the gathering.



“Sounds fun,” he said dryly, already feeling anxiety about the reactions of others to his presence.



“I doubt it will be that bad. Only two of the group showing up tonight remembers what happened. To the rest of them you’ll just be a new member of the family. Looks like you’ll be meeting the twin terrors first.”



“How do you know that?”



“I can sense their chi. They’re just arriving.”



“Sense their…huh?” Radditz stared at the Namek in confusion, unsure of how he knew who was at the door. In fact it seemed everyone could but him. The twins had both jumped up with no warning to greet someone even though no one had knocked at the front door.



“I can sense their presence. We all can. Each living being has a unique energy signature that we can feel. The more powerful someone is the stronger the presence,” Piccolo explained simply, watching Radditz with wise, understanding eyes. “Why don’t you ask Vegeta about it, I’m sure he would be happy to teach you.”



Radditz nodded in response to the suggestion, wondering what else he could learn from this incredible family. “Vegeta mentioned he and my brother both have other sons with different mothers. Are those the two that are here now?”



“Yes. Goten and Trunks. I imagine they’ll be happy to have you here. Another soul to torture.”



“Trunks?”



“Yes. Unfortunately his mother named him.”



“That’s obvious. Vegeta would never name his child such an unbecoming name for someone with royal blood.”



“True. They’re here, if you’d like to meet them.”



“Alright.”



Piccolo put a firm hand on his shoulder, steering Radditz out of the room and towards the front door. Radditz felt a little trepidation flow through him. But all things considered, he had already gained the acceptance of two people he expected to be at odds with from the start, the man beside him and his nephew. And while his brother was still a problem, Radditz felt he was making better progress than he had thought he would when he had gone to bed last night. So while his palms were sweaty and the hair on the back of his neck stood up, he was feeling good about meeting his other nephews.



“…so even though he made some mistakes before, he’s a good guy. Not to mention he’s family,” Radditz heard Gohan saying as he and Piccolo entered the hallway.



“We have an uncle? A real one? Not a creepy, perverted uncle like Roshi?” The voice of a young man said lightly, with excitement.



“Yeah.”



“Awesome!”



“I’ve got no problem with that,” another, deeper voice said.



Radditz walked in then to see two young men standing in the hallway, talking to Gohan and each holding one of the twins. Takeo was held by whom Radditz assumed was Trunks. The young man was exotic for a Saiyan, with his lavender hair and blue eyes. He was tall and well built, possessing Vegeta’s regal features. Keigo was held by Goten, a young man who was undoubtedly his father’s son. The hair, eyes, and features were all a mirror of Radditz’s younger brother.



The two young men looked up when he entered and Radditz hesitantly smiled and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, wondering what he should do and say in this kind of situation. Goten returned the smile. Trunks on the other hand…



“AH HA! I knew it was genetic,” Trunks said in triumph.



“Huh,” Radditz said together with Goten and Gohan.



“What are you talking about?” Piccolo asked in annoyance.



“That back of the neck scratching thing. Dad, Gohan and Goten all do it. And now he’s done the exact same thing. This is proof that it a genetic trait,” Trunks said, looking proud at his own observation.



“You had an epiphany about that?” Piccolo said dryly, raising an eyebrow.



“Well…yeah. You can’t tell me you haven’t wondered about it Piccolo, because I have. And now its case closed.”



“You’re an idiot.”



“No I’m not. I have an IQ of 154. So I’m a genius.”



“Yes you are sweetie,” Goten said, trying to placate Trunks by patting his chest before the lavender haired half-Saiyan lunged at the Namek.



Radditz watched the family interact with a little smile, the atmosphere was light and happy. He noticed right away the obvious bond between the two young men, indicating they were mates. They had a familiarity to each other. They weren’t quietly affectionate like Gohan and Piccolo were, nor were they loudly affectionate like Vegeta and his brother. These two seemed settled in their relationship, which was strange considering their ages. As he watched them he had to wonder if there was another genetic trait that was in his family. Their attraction to Saiyans of royal blood.



“It’s nice to meet you two,” he said, nodding at them both.



Both boys grinned at him, but he could see a touch of menace in Trunks’ smile. It reminded him of the way Vegeta had looked as a child just before he threw a glob of engine muck at Radditz’s hair. It had taken him weeks to get that sludge out. He was starting to suspect what Piccolo had meant when he said ‘Twin Terrors.’



“So where are Dad and Pops,” Trunks asked, turning his attention to Gohan as he set Takeo down. They young boy seemed bored and he wandered back into the living room, Keigo in hot pursuit.



“Not here. Something happened earlier, not sure what though. They should be back soon though,” Gohan said, sharing a significant glance with Piccolo.



“Well I’m starving,” Trunks said, rubbing his stomach while he held Goten in the other arm.



A chorus of hungry tummies sounded at Trunks’ declaration and Radditz put a hand to his own as he blushed. “I could make something, since Vegeta isn’t here,” he offered with a shrug.



There were murmurs of agreement from the little group, with a declaration from Goten that he would help too. And it was just as simple as that for Radditz. With just a little offer to make dinner he was almost immediately accepted into this strongly bonded family. Goten was already chatting to him like they had known each other their whole lives as they set about making a meal.



It seemed he had nothing to worry about.



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