More of Us
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
Mpreg. Chi-Chi bashing.
fiction AU?*
Oh, and I don’t own them.
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Krillin was
willing to accept a lot of things. He
was used to not understanding Goku, to having the feeling that something was
happening inside of Goku’s mind that the rest of them couldn’t understand
because Saiyans were animals of instinct and humans were creatures of
tradition. But, he never thought that
one day he’d be staring at his best friend gobbling up food with (what Krillin
considered to be) his mortal enemy sitting at his side handing him dishes.
she was writing down notes as Goku ate roughly triple the normal amount.
“So…” Krillin
started again, “You’re… Pregnant?”
Goku nodded as
he sucked the meat off a turkey leg.
“Yep.”
“And…
“Yep.”
“And…
There’s a boy from the future that says you’re going to die in three
years?”
“Uh-huh.”
leaning back in his chair, face smeared with various colored food.
holding him in place as Goku started to rock the chair on its back legs.
“And you got
your tail back because you got your tail back because you wished for the dragon
to make ynto nto a…uh…woman?”
“That’s pretty
much it,” Goku said. He looked away
from Krillin to stare at Vegeta, and his eyelids dropped down, his eyes got
darker and he started to purr.
“And uh…
Goku didn’t
answer, but he leaned forward in the chair and purred louder, his tail
unwrapped from around the chair and curled around Goku’s elbow.
chair, with only his eyes moving as he watched Goku, but he was growling.
“Guys?”
Vegeta snarled
again, and looked away from Bulma. “Has
it been forty-eight hours?” he demanded.
Bulma
blinked. “Since when?”
Vegeta
scoffed. “Since the bitching harpy
showed up!”
Krillin could
only assume that Vegeta was talking about Chichi. Why it was relevant to whatever the Saiyans were doing was a
mystery to Krillin, and obviously to Bulma as well, because she gave Vegeta and
odd look.
“Not quite,” she
said, “Why?”
Goku moved
closer to Vegeta and purred louder. His
tail was wagging between the two of
them, straining to get close enough to Vegeta to touch him.
and crossed his arms over his chest.
“No, Kakarot,”
he said sternly.
Goku
whined. “ ‘Geta.”
“No.”
“What’s going
onan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Guys?” Krillin’s ability to accept and understand was being strained to
the very limit. He didn’t trust Vegeta,
he didn’t like him and he certainly didn’t believe that Goku was the one
responsible for this mess that they were now in. Krillin knew his best friend, and he would have known if Goku was
going to do something like this.
“I think it’s a
mating ritual,” Bulma said.
“Mating…ritual?”
“Stop purring
Kakarot!” Vegeta commanded. He had
moved his chair further away from Goku and was now holding his nose with one
hand. The other was resolutely crossed
over his chest, and for all his pride and arrogance, the Prince looked like a
disgruntled housewife.
“Please?” Goku
asked.
“No.” Vegeta
responded.
“What’s the
forty-eight hour thing?” Krillin asked.
The headache that he had gotten the first time Bulma explained
everything had turned into a full blown migraine as he realized that he was
going to be the best friend to a pregnant male alien who was mated to a
planet-destroying prince of a dead race.
Why had he come here? Why hadn’t
he just stayed away? Who cared if he
thought the world was being threatened again?
Who cared about that? He should
just go far away and live his life where everything was perfectly normal and
Saiyans didn’t enact strange purring-growling mating rituals in the middle of
the kitchen.
“Maybe its part
of the Saiyan fertility cycle,” Bulma said.
She jotted down a few more notes.
“Dammit!”
Vegeta shouted. “You will not blame me
for this Kakarot!” Then he shot to his
feet, wrapped his hands in Goku’s haid yad yanked the tall Saiyan up to kiss
him.
~~~~~~*
Once
he had eaten, Goku was feeling pretty good.
Warm, full. Content.
his waist—that place he now associated with the feminine parts of him—was
aching again. Just like it had before
he and Vegeta… Just as the thought
occurred to him, Goku heard the purring start up again, like a motor engine in
his chest. He remembered what that
sound meant; he was purring like that when Vegeta and he had made the little
Saiyans, and he was purring like it right before Vegeta attacked Trunks.
answer growl in Vegeta’s throat, and stared at him, leaned forward and drew in a
lungful of the musky scent.
But Vegeta wasn’t
looking at him. He seemed to be trying
to avoid him again. Which was fine,
Goku figured. Hadn’t Vegeta done the
same thing last time? Then the little
prince spoke: “Has it been forty-eight
hours?” Someone must have replied to
the prince because he continued. “Since
the bitching harpy showed up!”
Goku moved
closer to Vegeta and purred louder. He
was beginning to get a handle on this instinct thing. The purring was what made the musky smell get stronger, he
figured, the stronger the delicious smell, the more likely he would get what he
wanted. Then his tail started straining
towards Vegeta—just like last time! And
Goku smiled, pleased that he was learning how to be a Saiyan.
and crossed his arms over his chest.
“No, Kakarot,”
he said sternly.
Goku
whined. “ ‘Geta.”
“No.”
his eye. The smell got stronger and
Goku purred as loudly as he could, focused all his attention on Vegeta and
thought of every scandalous thing he could, hoping that somehow thinking about
Vegeta doing things to him would end with Vegeta giving him what he
wanted. “Stop purring Kakarot!” Vegeta
commanded. He moved his chair further
away from Goku and was now holding his nose with one hand.
Well, when the
Saiyan way wasn’t working perfectly, throw in the human way:
“No.” Vegeta
responded. But Goku wasn’t
discouraged. He could tell that Vegeta
was getting ready to give in. Just a
little more persuasion, little swishes of his tail and:
Kakarot!” Then he shot to his feet,
wrapped his hands in Goku’s hair and yanked the tall Saiyan up to kiss him.
Goku
smiled into the kiss, wrapped his larger, stronger arms around Vegeta and
crushed them together until they could barely breath. Teeth knocked together again, Vegeta was snarling and tearing at
him, ripping the clothe under his fingers, and pushing Goku.
legs, shoved past that, to where he could feel a countertop against his
ass.
Then,
just as Goku pulled his legs up, wrapped one around Vegeta’s hips, there was
something yellow in his peripheral vision, and Bulma was standing there,
thwacking them with the business side of a broom.
“You
will not destroy my kitchen like you wrecked Goku’s house!
Vegeta
growled, snapped at her like an animal, but Goku wasn’t interested in a
meaningless turf war, so he tugged at his mate’s hair and whimpered.
and followed Goku outside.
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Vegeta
snorted, just briefly, to realize that they were once again back in the
clearing where it all started. For a
moment—a rare moment of sanity before Kakarot attacked him again—he thought
that he should probably tell Kakarot he would wake up more pregnant than he
already was after they finished. But
the moment passed when the Saiyan in question pressed his—Kami, how did he get
nakedin, in, already?—whole body against Vegeta and whimpered.
Vegeta
wrapped his hands around Goku’s wrists and restrained the man from ripping the
tight spandex from Vegeta. The Prince
of All Saiyans was not going to become the Prince of Streaking because Goku was
too impatient to remove clothes the correct way. With his hands restrained the man restored to dirty tactics, like
wrapping his tail around Vegeta’s sensitive thigh and rubbing himself against
the Prince.
Vegeta
pushed Goku to the ground, on his back, and pulled his pants down enough to
free his erection. Goku purred, rolled
his hips up, and spread his legs. His
eyes were clouded again, but dark with lust.
Vegeta
ran his hands up and down the soft, strong legs, and traced the tender—albeit
unnatural—entrance until his fingers came away wet, and then he grinned, sucked
on his fingers and pushed himself inside of Goku once again.
tips of his hair to his curled toes.
Vegeta grinned, leaned forward and bracing himself with one arm, he
began to thrust into the warm, wet body beneath him.
Goku
was holding his other hand, and when Vegeta thrust into him, the man would suck
on Vegeta’s fingers, like a baby.
Vegeta smiled at his mate, thought fondly of wa goa good mother this man
beneath him would be, and then, Goku bit down on his hand and sucked on the
blood. Damn Saiyan instincts!
Goku
looked up at him, wrapped his legs around his hips and tightened until Vegeta
couldn’t move. Then Goku smiled, and
pulled Vegeta down to kiss him, licking him over and over, purring and nuzzling
his face and his neck. His body pulsed
around Vegeta’s erection and it was absolutely insane because the Prince was
trapped, unable to move as Goku lovingly bestowed this affection on him.
“Kakarot,”
he growled.
Goku
grinned. He tightened his grip on the
hand he had bitten and pushed it down his body until Vegeta’s fingers were
wrapped around Goku’s erection. “
‘Geta,” he purred. Of course, the
passive Saiyan didn’t say it exactly, but he was holding a certain power over
Vegeta and shamelessly made it known that if the Prince would like to continue
to fuck he would see to it that all of his mate was show the same
consideration. Once Vegeta obediently
tightened his hand and started to stroke him, Goku loosened his legs and
allowed Vegeta to thrust again.
For
a few moments it was sheer perfection.
Tight, hot, hard, all around Vegeta with the most delicious smell.
claiming his mate, providing the necessities to bring life, and then, the
thighs tightened ad hid his hips again, and Kakarot whined again.
The
baka was actually pouting! Right in the
middle of getting fucked, the baka was pouting!
“
‘Geta…” Then Goku wrapped his hands in
Vegeta’s hair and pulled him down until he was face to chest with Goku.
every moist breath that blew over his nipples.
There was a whole body stretch and that little whimpering voice
again. “’Geta.”
Vegeta
rolled his eyes and closed his mouth around the distended nipple, sucking it
hard, and running his teeth across it.
His hand kept moving on Goku’s erection, and the man pulled his legs
away again, spread them wider so Vegeta could thrust deeper into him.
chest to the other as he pounded into him, and begged Kami—with what little bit
of his rational mind he had left—that the man under him did not stop this
heaven again.
There
was a quickening, and Goku was pushing back against him, crying out and his
strong hands clawed down Vegeta’s back, raising blood again.
ass and pressed him in harder.
The
Prince was willing to give into his mate’s needs, because Goku was the one who
would carry the physical burden of the brats, but he wasn’t about to allow the
baka to take control of absolutely every aspect of their life including how
Vegeta chose to thrust. So he gathered
all his energy, burst into Super Saiyan—funny how easy that was now—and Goku
absolutely screamed under him. The
hands clawed at his back again, but couldn’t break through the skin.
chest as he felt the orgasm ricochet through his lover’s body.
“Thanks
‘Geta.” Then the baka promptly fell
asleep, leaving Vegeta to clean up the mess and stand guard.
to run away and face the resulting shame.
There was no loss in pride in protecting the bearer of the next
generation of Saiyans. After all, as
Prince it was his duty to make sure his race continued.
~~~~~**
* Review!
Gk: Why couldn’t I be on top, Vegeta?
Vegeta: What are you complaining about, I did everything you wanted.
Gk: You didn’t let me be on top!
Vegeta: Where are you going?
Gk: I’m gonna find the Dragon balls!
Vegeta: BAKA! Get back here!