In Your Dreams

Title: In Your Dreams
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku
Author: Me

A/N - Almost there, peeps! One or two more chapters after this one and the story is complete. I'll try to finish it ASAP.

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Chapter 64

The flight back to Capsule Corp was a leisurely one. Piccolo had gone ahead to give the newlywed couple some time to themselves before they’d have to mingle with the crowd that awaited them. The two Saiyajins practically floated along on the breeze and simply enjoyed the moment. No words needed to be exchanged for either to express the feeling of completion the simple ceremony had instilled in each of them; it was obvious enough. Even Vegeta found himself glancing down at the ring that encircled his finger, and his lips quirked upward when the sight of it filled him with a plethora of emotions. Who knew something as pointless as a human wedding could evoke anything besides annoyance within him. He suspected Kakarotto was rubbing off on him.

Black eyes shifted from his ring to his mate, who floated along with his back facing the ground. Momoku was perched on his stomach and secured with his tail, which he’d wrapped around the child’s body two times in a loose but protective hold. The child squealed in delight as Goku’s fingers danced across her skin, only to move out of her reach before she could snag one of the wandering digits, which would surely end up in her mouth should she be fortunate enough to catch one.

The soft smile that adorned the younger man’s face is what really caught Vegeta’s attention, however. He’d seen his mate smile plenty of times, but never had he looked so completely carefree and relaxed in all the months they’d been together. There wasn’t a tense muscle in his body, and his eyes were clear and full of happiness.

“Vegeta, what are you thinking?”

The prince blinked himself from his thoughts and immediately wiped the silly grin off his face as his eyes snapped back to those of his mates’, and he coughed into a fist when he saw the knowing smile on Goku’s lips.

“Nothing I can discuss in front of our daughter.”

Vegeta turned away and focused on the path in front of him, but the hitch in the other man’s breathing was enough to make him smirk. He was sure if he glanced over Kakarotto’s face would be flushed and looking just like a ripe tomato. That was something he’d never tire of seeing.

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No matter how slow they traveled, it was inevitable they end up at Capsule Corp. As the two Saiyajins slowly descended to the ground several heads turned in their direction. The majority of the guests had seated themselves around their assigned tables, though it appeared the food had yet to be served. The most anyone had were half empty glasses of wine or water. Apparently they were waiting for the guests of honor.

Vegeta was the first to touch the ground, and a soft rustle behind him marked Goku’s presence as well. The younger Saiyajin lingered a couple steps to his rear, and the prince glanced over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow when his mate failed to make another move. The worried and guilty expression on Kakarotto’s face told the tale, however, and the older man didn’t miss the way those black orbs strayed over to Victor’s table.

Before he could utter any words of encouragement, Bulma closed the distance between them, waving her hand as if he wouldn’t be able to spot her among the crowed. Vegeta couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her antics. If he couldn’t see her, he could always hear her. No need to draw extra attention to herself...thought that was probably her intention.

“About time you two got back! We didn’t want to serve the food until the new couple arrived!”

Vegeta folded his arms over his chest and grunted, nodding in Piccolo’s direction, who inclined his chin just enough to acknowledge him. The Namekian had had the foresight to fill the guests in on the altered ceremony to spare him the hassle of having to explain it himself; and he was certainly in no mood to answer a series of ridiculous questions.

The prince had only taken a half a step toward the main table when he paused and once again glanced over his shoulder at Goku. The younger man still looked as if he were guilty of murder, and though most the guests had gone back to their individual conversations, he probably felt as if they were all staring at him.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and uncoiled his tail from around his own waist before snaking the chestnut appendage around the other Saiyajins’ instead. Goku jumped and blinked down at the living lasso before meeting his mate’s encouraging gaze, and his lips quirked upward in a small and appreciative smile as, with a small tug, he was drawn forward.

After several successful paces in the right direction Vegeta released his hold on the younger man and continued on to their table. He was starving, and if he didn’t get something to eat soon he was going to kill, gut, and roast up the most annoying guest he could find. His eyes strayed in Oolong’s direction as the thought crossed his mind, and the prince just barely managed to catch himself from drooling as he began to salivate.

“Victor...”

Vegeta paused in mid-stride as Kakarotto’s voice reached his ears, and he spun on his heel and raised an eyebrow at the scene that greeted him. The other Saiyajin had approached his ex-wife’s table, and her new husband was gazing up at Goku from his seat. A small smile graced his lips; a sign of understanding, but there was also an underlying tension in his muscles. Vegeta’s eyes briefly flickered over to the man’s relatives, and he barely managed to catch the amused chuckle that wanted to break free from his throat when it became apparent that any one of them might piss themselves should Kakarotto even look in their direction. His mate was indeed a force to be reckoned with when he was angry. Black eyes left the trembling humans and instead focused on his mate again, who shifted from one foot to another nervously.

“I’m sorry about earlier...I wasn’t really thinking clearly. I know you’d never do anything to hurt Momoku.”

Victor’s smile widened as he waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a big day, after all. I’m sure your nerves just got the best of you.”

Goku chuckled and scratched the back of his head with his free hand as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah...But to prove I really do trust you, I want you to take care of her for me tonight.”

Vegeta was a little surprised as the younger man held their child out to Victor, and even more surprised when his daughter cooed and reached for the human male.

“Oh... Oh, I’m not sure... I mean... don’t you want to keep her close?”

A brief flicker of annoyance flashed across Kakarotto’s face, but it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by another uneasy smile. “Aw, come on. She wants you.”

Momoku squealed again as if to emphasis her mother’s words, and Victor shifted nervously as his eyes darted around his table before once again settling on Goku.

“I don---“

“HOLD MY BABY!!”

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Every single guest fell silent as Goku shouted and thrust Momoku into Victor’s face. All eyes turned to the flustered Saiyajin, whose face had turned beat red. His tail was frizzed out behind him and he’d even stopped breathing when it became apparent he’d said that a wee bit too loud, and a large sweat drop rolled down his temple. For several moments the only audible sound was the pathetic chirp of a single cricket, and even the lone insect seemed hesitant to do that much.

It was another long moment before Chichi, who was seated beside her husband, leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Just take her, you idiot.”

Victor nodded dumbly and finally accepted the squirming child into his arms. He forced a smile on his face as his eyes met Goku’s. “Sure....I’d be happy to watch her...”

Kakarotto slowly released the breath he’d been holding as the other man accepted, and his gaze shifted from side to side before he mustered up his own smile. “Good....Have fun!”

Vegeta shook his head and mumbled under his breath as his mate quickly jogged past him and slide into the chair with his name sitting in front of it, and by the time the prince had sat down beside him, the other Saiyajin had already downed two glasses of wine. Vegeta hissed and snatched away a third glass as the younger man reached for it, and he batted him upside the head with his tail.

“Are you insane?! You can’t drink while you’re still nursing the brat!”

Goku blinked several times before pouting, and he propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands in defeat. Two glasses of wine wasn’t even enough to make him slightly buzzed, let alone relax him enough to forget about what had just happened.

Fortunately, Bulma, who was seated beside the moping Saiyajin, chose that moment to tap on her own wine glass with her fork to silence the crowd. When the murmuring stopped, she raised the sparkling drink above her head and gestured to the two Saiyajins.

“I’ll keep this short because I know we’re all hungry,” her eyes darted to Vegeta, who had begun to growl low in his throat in an attempt to drown out the growl emanating from his stomach. “So I’ll just say this: Congratulations to the new couple!”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked off to the side and Goku ducked his face behind his hands as the audience cheered and clapped. Luckily the caterers used that as their cue to bring out the food, and the two Saiyajins forgot about everything else as the dishes began to pile up in front of them.

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With their stomachs full Goku was feeling more relaxed and Vegeta was feeling more tolerant of the party that went on around them. The guests seemed to have forgotten all the earlier events that had put everyone on edge and they were now mingling and dancing to novelty songs on a shiny wooden floor that had been laid down outside the dining area. Currently the DJ was playing something called ‘The Electric Slide’, and Vegeta could only watch, perplexed, as dozens of people moved across the floor in a repetitive and obnoxiously annoying pattern. It was like watching a drunk do a kata routine....badly.

“CAKE!”

The prince cursed as he visibly jumped in his seat. His head swiveled around and he set his glaring eyes on Goku, who was literally bouncing as several caterers carefully maneuvered around the tables as they balanced a massive cake between them. The elaborate dessert was seven layers high and was decorated with delicate designs made to look like lace and pearl. The icing was shimmering silver trimmed in white, and sitting on stop were two doves in mid-flight.

It was the most hideous thing Vegeta had ever seen. He slid his chair away as the cake was set down on the table in front of him, and his lip turned down into a sneer as the icing caught the light and glittered prettily. Augh. Just looking at it made him feel ill.

Not Kakarotto though.

The giddy Saiyajin was on his feet gazing up at the cake as if it were some sort of deity. His eyes were glittering just as brightly as the cake and his hands were clasped in front of him.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen....”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “More so than your daughter?”

Goku’s eyes never left the cake as he slowly reached for the cutting knife one of the caterers offered to him. “Mmm.”

“You have to feed each other the first bite!”

Vegeta snarled as he locked eyes with Bulma, but the woman only stuck out her tongue and threw him a cheeky grin. Murdering her in front of so many witnesses wouldn’t be a wise thing and she knew it, though that didn’t stop his fingers from twitching at his sides as he visualized them closed around her throat.

“Here you go, Vegeta!”

“Wha---hmp!” The prince gagged as a large piece of overly sweet cake was shoved into his mouth, and his murderous glare shifted from Bulma to a beaming Goku. The younger Saiyajin was busy licking the icing from his fingers, so he didn’t see Vegeta reach for the rest of the slice of cake he’d cut; nor did he see the evil smirk on the older man’s lips just before he smashed the dessert into his face.

The crowd roared with laughter as Goku’s tail fluffed out behind him and even Vegeta chuckled out loud as the plate slowly slide down his mate’s face before dropping to the grass. Two wide eyes popped open and blinked several times amidst the icing before a pink tongue darted out to clean the area around plump lips, and Vegeta’s smile faded as he watched the seemingly innocent display. He knew better though. There was nothing innocent about it. The mischievous smile followed by the low and seductive tone proved that.

“If you wanted to eat it off me you could have just asked.”

Goku chuckled as he ran his finger down his cheek, gathering up a good amount of cake and icing before he wrapped his tail loosely around the older man’s neck and drew him forward. When they were both hidden from view behind the massive cake that sat on the table in front of them, Goku pressed his icing covered finger against Vegeta’s lips. He grinned as the prince drew the digit into his mouth, and their eyes locked as the older man’s tongue swirled around and danced along his finger until it was free of all the overly sweet icing. Even then the prince refused to relinquish his prize, and he purred as he wrapped his arms and tail around the smaller man and drew him forward. Goku’s smile melted into a more sultry expression as he drew his hand back, and leaned into Vegeta as the older Saiyajin’s lips brushed against his ear.

“Kakarotto...I can offer you something far sweeter than that cake.”

Goku’s eyes widened as the prince shifted just enough to make his arousal known, and the younger man’s fingers fisted themselves into a royal blue cape as he choked out his reply. “Let’s go.”


TBC