Shattered Night

Summary: Set somewhere after GT. Sort of… Goten and Trunks are in college at 19 and 20 years of age. Pan and Bra are in middle school at 13 and 14. So yeah…The boys are younger than they should be. Goku has returned from his adventure with Shenron and has been wished back to his correct age using the Namekian Dragon Balls. Vegeta has almost completely closed the gap in power between himself and Goku and can transform into SS4 at will.

Warnings: M/M, MPREG

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Goten/Trunks

Author's Note: Perspective is kinda weird. The first four chapters are in Goku's perspective and then the rest so far aren't, so just letting everyone know I'm not consistent with perspective, but it's not to the point where you don't know what's going on.

On with the fic. Enjoy.


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Shattered Night: Chapter 8 - Lovers


The sound of running water from the bathroom stirred Goten from sleep. It was morning and Goten found himself curled under one of Vegeta’s blankets on the Prince’s bed. Goten sat up as the water shut off and a minute later the Prince emerged from the bathroom dripping wet with a towel around his waist. “Good, you’re finally up.”

“And what a nice view to wake up to,” Goten said with a smirk as he let his eyes sweep down and up the Saiyan Prince.

“Don’t get used to it, brat.” Vegeta flared his ki drying himself off as he rummaged through his dresser for clothes. He pulled out a white tank top with a print of a tribal dragon, a pair of black jeans with a studded white belt, and an elbow length pair of black arm warmers and threw them onto the bed before looking for a second set of clothes that would fit Goten. “It’s already 11:30am. You should shower now if you don’t want to be late for your classes. Extra toothbrushes are in the cabinet behind the mirror,” Vegeta said as he pulled out a black tank top and a pair of blue jeans. He tossed them to Goten before sitting on the bed and starting to get dressed himself.

Goten didn’t want to be rude, so he averted his eyes and hurried into the bathroom. Not that he hadn’t seen Vegeta naked before, but that was back when he was a child; when Bulma had invited everyone to go to a hot spring resort and they had all gone into the public baths together, granted the guys and the ladies were all separated much to Master Roshi’s dismay.

Goten showered and brushed his teeth quickly finishing in a scant five minutes. When he came out, Vegeta was already gone; the smell of eggs, ham, bacon and various other foods wafted through the room. Goten shrugged, assuming Vegeta was probably in the kitchen eating breakfast and no doubt there would be a generous portion left over for himself. He noted that the floor was free of the shards of glass and ceramic that had littered it the previous night, a new mirror was in place, and another lamp stood in place of the old one. Vegeta must have had one of the cleaning bots take care of it.

Goten eyed the clothes Vegeta had set out for him thoughtfully. The shirt was obviously Vegeta’s, but the pants were much too long to belong to the prince, leaving Goten with the sneaking suspicion that they had been purchased for him. The demi-Saiyan smiled to himself as he dressed making a mental note to ask about it later.

Once fully clothed, Goten rushed to the kitchen. Bulma was standing next to the sink as she poured herself another cup of coffee and Vegeta was already wolfing down a large stack of pancakes drenched in strawberry syrup. Goten pulled up a chair across from the older man and helped himself to a steaming plate of ham and eggs; Saiyan portions of course.

“So, Goten…” Bulma said between sips of her coffee. “Vegeta tells me you two have a rather *cough* interesting relationship.” She ignored Vegeta as he glared her down all the while still shoveling down his meal.

Goten gulped down his mouthful of bacon. “That’s a lie. Nice try though, Bulma,” he replied casually as he drenched a pile of sausage links in syrup and pushed them around in the sugary puddle before sticking a couple with his fork and munching them down. Goten knew better. Vegeta would never say anything about their friendship, especially not to a human. They just wouldn’t get it and neither of them wanted to deal with the misunderstandings it might cause especially if anyone found out they had shared a kiss once.

Bulma wrinkled her nose in annoyance, not missing the smirk Vegeta wore as he knocked back a large glass of orange juice as if it were a shot of vodka. “But I saw you guys all snuggled up together in bed,” she pressed, not ready to give up just yet.

“Yeah, I came over to talk to Vegeta about a few things; it got late and we fell asleep. I just happen to be a cuddle monster when I sleep. We’re not dating or fooling around or anything like that. Besides…” he paused momentarily blushing ever so slightly, “there’s already someone I’ve got my heart set on.”

Bulma sighed in defeat. “Okay, if you guys say so.” She hadn’t missed the little blush that came across the demi’s adorable face as he talked about her son. She had no choice, but to believe that things were just as the two Saiyan’s told her. Not that it would stop her from having yaoi fantasies about the two of them. “Vegeta, I’ll be in my lab when you’re ready to make that phone call,” she said as she exited the kitchen, coffee in hand.

“Phone call?” Goten asked looking at the Prince quizzically. The plates on the table were now completely vacant of food.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, you’re going to be late if you don’t get going.” Vegeta stacked the plates atop one another and placed all the dishes into the sink. A cleaning bot would take care of them all in about half an hour.

Goten stood from the table and was about to take off to his classes when he remembered the question he wanted to ask. Even though it wasn’t really important, he still wanted to know. “Vegeta, did you buy these pants for me?

“The last time we sparred your clothes were pretty tattered by the end of it. I just figured it might be a good idea to get you something you could wear after the next time we spar in the event that you’re clothes become unwearable. Though, I guess as a spare for an impromptu sleepover works just as well.” Vegeta gave Goten a quick once over. The clothes fit well on the younger Saiyan, but it seemed something wasn’t quite right with the look of it to the Prince.

Goten chuckled. “Thank you. I appreciate it. Well, I’d better go,” Goten turned to leave.

“Hold up a second,” the older Saiyan said. “What size shoes do you wear?”

“Hm?” Goten tilted his head curiously. “A ten in men’s’, why?” (U.S. size)

Vegeta sat down at the table and pulled his sneakers off and held them out to Goten. “Wear these instead. Your white ones don’t really go very well with the other colors. You need something darker.”

Goten chuckled again, but complied switching his white sneakers for the black ones Vegeta had been wearing. “Better?”

“Much.”

“So I guess you’ll be wearing mine then? They go just as well as your own did with your monochromatic clothing scheme.”

Vegeta shrugged before pulling on Goten’s sneakers and nodded in approval.

“Umm…Vegeta? While were already on the subject of swapping clothes for the day, could I borrow your arm warmers?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes with a small smile tugging at his lips before he pulled off his arm warmers and tossed them to Goten. “Now hurry up and get to class. And don’t forget, if Trunks tries to set you up on anymore of those lame dates you tell him you already have one. Got it?”

The younger Saiyan nodded then slipped on the arm warmers and waved as he rushed out of the kitchen and out of the house.

Vegeta chuckled to himself. “Such a troublesome brat…” He went over to the stairs to Bulma’s lab and called down, “Woman! Call him.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” came the reply.

After a few minutes Bulma emerged from her lab and found the Saiyan Prince sitting on the couch by the phone in their living room. She sat down on the love seat adjacent from the couch and picked up the receiver, quickly dialing the number. Bulma hit the speakerphone button as it rang a couple times.

The ringing stopped and there was a small click indicating the phone had been answered. “Hello?” said the familiar voice.

“Goku…”

“Why are you calling again?” Goku said sounding a little more than annoyed. Vegeta’s head snapped back in surprise at the tone.

“Goku, I would like you to come over, so we can talk.”

-click-

Bulma gave Vegeta an ‘I told you’ look and handed him the phone.

Vegeta hit the redial and put the receiver to his ear instead of opting for speakerphone.
The phone rang once, twice, and then was answered with, “Bulma! Knock it off already! You’re just making me more pissed off than I already am! I swear, if you call one more time…”

“Kakarott!” Vegeta exclaimed cutting off the other Saiyan. “Get your ass over here NOW!”

Before Vegeta could hang up the phone, Goku, in his standard orange gi, had IT’ed into the living room. Vegeta gave Bulma a look that said ‘that’s how it’s done,’ only to receive one in reply from her that basically said, ‘yeah, whatever.’ Meanwhile, Goku was giving Bulma a look of his own that nearly screamed, ‘he’s mine, bitch! Touch him and I’ll rip your throat out!’

“Have a seat, Kakarott,” Vegeta motioned to the spot on the couch next to himself. The Prince stared at Goku incredulously as the younger Saiyan moved to sit beside his prince, but all the while glaring a challenge at Bulma. He was shocked to say the least. He'd never seen Goku act so aggressively outside of a fight; well except yesterday when he’d had Vegeta pinned down on his bed… Vegeta blushed inwardly at his wandering thoughts before shaking them off and forcing himself to focus. Once Goku was on the couch beside him he gave Bulma a nod.

“I’ll make this short,” the blue haired woman began, “I called you here to apologize. I was being a greedy spoiled little brat and I shouldn’t have lied to Vegeta and tried to get him to hurt you. Ok? So, yeah. I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight with you.”

Goku couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sure an apology was a nice gesture and all, but she didn’t sound like she meant a word of it. It sounded more to him like she was just going through the motions probably to make Vegeta happy, but surely he could hear the lack of honesty in her voice; could he not? “Cause you know you’d lose,” Goku mumbled angrily under his breath.

“Kakarott!” Vegeta reprimanded.

Bulma leaned forward in her seat, her temper flaring. “What was that? Sounded to me like you just said you wanted me to slap some ki restraints on you so you could get your ass handed to you by a weak human woman!”

“Bulma!” Vegeta scolded as he slapped his hands onto his legs.

Now Goku was on the edge of his own seat. “Yeah? And how are you gonna get those restraints on? You going to manipulate Trunks into doing it for you this time? Or are you crazy enough to think you can manage your own dirty work this time, you psychotic bitch.”

Vegeta let out an exasperated sigh. He thought Bulma was going to sincerely apologize and hoped Goku would accept said apology so they could all forget about this little episode and put everything behind them, but instead they were quarreling like children. He half expected as much from Bulma, having gotten into similar arguments with her himself, but Goku was a different story. He’d never even heard the younger man curse before.

“Oh, whatever, Son Goku. At least I’m actually intelligent enough to manipulate someone rather than having the equivalent of a third grade education, if you even have that much.”

“You both sound like five year olds to me,” Vegeta interjected, rolling his eyes.

“At least I’m not a whore!” Goku yelled.

“Why don’t you slip into something a little more comfortable, like a coma!” Bulma retorted.

“You’re so narrow-minded your earrings must knock together when you walk!” Goku returned.

“You know what? I finally figured out why you’re such a retard! Your parents must have been siblings!”

“Would you two knock it off!?” Vegeta interposed, mildly annoyed.

“Well as much as I’d like to see things from your point of view, I can’t get my head that far up my ass,” Goku said, continuing the verbal assault.

“It’s a good thing you don’t know the meaning of the word ‘fear,’ but then again you don’t know the meaning of most words,” Bulma spit back.

“You’re living proof that manure can grow legs and walk.”

“It’s mind over matter. I don’t mind because you don’t matter!”

“Why don’t you do some soul searching? Maybe you’ll find one!” Goku replied.

Bulma stood up and yelled, “Yeah? Well at least I didn’t abandon my kids like a bad parent.” Bulma gasped slapping a hand over her mouth as she realized she’d hit a taboo subject.

Goku let out a feral growl as the blue haired woman’s insult struck a nerve and made a lunge for the scientist, but Vegeta had snatched up his wrist mid dive and pulled him back onto the couch beside himself. “That’s enough,” Vegeta stated calmly. Goku was about to make another attempt, but a firm hand pressing down on his thigh got his attention. He looked to his Prince and found himself under a commanding glare that told him to stay where he was. Goku lowered his gaze to the floor. He would not disobey his prince.

Bulma opened her mouth to spit out another indignity, but another of the Prince’s deathly glares in her direction kept her quiet. She followed Goku’s example as lowered her gaze to the floor, looking like a scolded child. She knew she’d crossed the line. She had called him over to apologize, but she let her pride and temper get the better of her again. She felt a twinge of pressure gripping at her heart as it finally settled in that she had thrown away her oldest friend and she was throwing away her chance at recovering his friendship. This wasn’t what she wanted. After all the times Goku had saved Earth, her life, her loved ones…how could she be so ungrateful and unappreciative? Certainly she was used to getting the things she wanted, and few had ever denied her, but when had she become so arrogant and petty?

“I’m sorry,” she whispered after several long moments of silence, feeling disappointed with herself. Tears slowly filled the brim of her eyes and she blinked hard to keep them from falling. “I won’t cause problems anymore.” She turned quickly and exited the room heading for her lab before she lost control of her tears.

Goku was stunned by the sincerity he heard behind the last couple things she had said. He suddenly felt bad for the things he had said to her…well, some of them...well, almost. He was still pretty pissed at her.

“Kakarott,” Vegeta said, breaking the small silence that had settled on the room. “I’m glad that you’re letting your Saiyan side show a little more, but I don’t want you two fighting. I’m not asking you to forgive her, but I do need you two to tolerate each other. I know it’s a bit of a selfish request, but I don’t want that kind of complication in my life or the lives of those I care about. So please, just let it go.”

Goku noticed Vegeta’s hand was still on his thigh. He smiled to himself and wrapped his tail around Vegeta’s wrist. “I’m still pretty upset with her and I don’t think I could ever fully trust her again, but you know I’ll do whatever you want me to,” the third class warrior purred with a minor hint of suggestiveness in his voice.

“Kakarott… I did have some things I wanted to discuss with you, but I’d rather not do it here, so…” Vegeta blinked. The two Saiyans were no longer in the Capsule Corp living room, but instead were sitting on a grassy hill that overlooked a pristine crystal blue lake. Beyond it, forest stretched out as far as the eye could see. It was a place they often went to after a spar. “You know, someday, someone is going to take that ability away from you; and it’s going to happen when you need it most,” Vegeta stated, somewhat irritated.

Goku shrugged with a smile. “Now who would do that?”

“Keep it up and it will probably be me.”

“What did you want to talk about, my Prince?” Goku said as he took Vegeta’s right hand and nipped at it lovingly. He heard Vegeta’s breath hitch as the older Saiyan blushed and yanked his hand away.

Vegeta took a moment to recompose himself. “I just don’t understand. In the past I’ve hated you; I’ve tried to kill you; I’ve tried to destroy your planet and kill everyone you cared for. Why would you want to be with me? What reasons could you possibly have for falling in love with me of all people? It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

Goku eyed the hand Vegeta had taken away longingly. He imagined how good it would feel to lace their fingers together. “Vegeta…I fell in love with you because you’re the most amazing person I have ever met. Everything about you is just so, perfect to me. Or rather, perfect for me.”
Vegeta gave him a skeptical look. “Don’t look at me like that, Vegeta. It’s true. Over the years, you were the only one who could keep up with me, you’re the strongest person I know both physically and emotionally, in battle you’re the one who handed me my first true defeat, and now you’re the one I consider my closest friend.” Goku paused feeling an ache in his chest, desperately wanting to be closer to his Prince. In one swift motion he grabbed Vegeta’s ankle and pulled him closer, pouncing on him as he did so; their faces inches apart.

Vegeta growled a warning at the other man. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Goku said seductively, ignoring the warning. “How you can send shivers up my spine from just hearing your voice? You are so unbelievably beautiful and sexy, intelligent, and feral. Your scent exhilarates me and your taste is downright intoxicating.”

“Kakarott…I don’t really think things would…” Vegeta was cut off by the caress of a warm hand that had snaked under his shirt. Slowly, it stroked up his abs to his chest and back down, eliciting a small gasp followed by a couple soft pants.

“Tell me the truth, Vegeta. You liked what I was doing to you yesterday,” he licked a trail up the older man’s neck and whispered into his ear, “didn’t you?” Goku slid the prince’s shirt up and flicked his tongue over a pert nipple, teasing the other with his hand.

Vegeta shivered under the other full-blood’s touches, slowly losing himself as he breathed the third class’s delicious scent; vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. “Yes,” he replied reluctantly, biting back a moan as Goku slid a hand under the small of his back, pulling their bodies closer together as he suckled and bit at the sensitive nub his mouth was working on.

Goku moved up, nuzzling Vegeta’s neck before pulling back to look into his eyes. “Then why are you being so stubborn?” he growled out. “What is it that’s holding you back?” Seeing the hesitation in the eyes of his prince he gently stroked the side of Vegeta’s face with his knuckles. “I know you’ve hated me in the past; for reaching Super Saiyan first, for defeating Frieza, but I’m here now, offering myself, offering all that I am to you, my Prince.”

Goku slid a hand down between them and stroked at the growing erection beneath Vegeta’s black jeans; kissing him roughly when a moan finally escaped his throat. The Prince wrapped an arm around the younger Saiyan’s shoulder while the other made its way to the back of his neck as he wantonly returned the kiss. Goku pulled back, breaking their kiss; both Saiyans panting in need. Slowly, he pulled Vegeta’s shirt up and off of the older man, grinning lecherously when Vegeta raised his arms in compliance. He tossed the shirt to the side, not caring where it landed before seizing another kiss voraciously. He felt fingers digging into his back with bruising force.

Goku pulled back again, this time nipping and licking a trail down well toned abs, stopping when his path was impeded; quickly he undid Vegeta’s belt and pants, sliding them down his hips; pulling off his shoes and socks in one fluid motion before they joined the Prince’s shirt, forming a pile somewhere on the grass.

Goku gasped at the sight. The Prince of all Saiyans was lying completely naked before him, waiting for him; his impressive manhood at full attention completely unabashed. Vegeta leaned forward and drew him into another kiss, before removing Goku’s shirt from him. The Prince ran his hands down well toned muscles, smirking as Goku shivered at the touch.

Goku’s mind blanked out, letting his body run purely on instinct. He took Vegeta’s left hand; ghosting his lips across the palm and making his way up to the wrist where he felt the overwhelming urge to taste. He could feel Vegeta watching him as he let his tongue run over the warm flesh. He glanced up to meet the Prince’s gaze, silently asking for his permission. Vegeta made no move to stop the younger Saiyan.

Without further hesitation, Goku sank his canines into the Vegeta’s wrist; careful to avoid hitting any veins. Vegeta hissed softly at the pain, but said nothing. The younger male removed his teeth from the wound and lapped at the blood affectionately. “We belong together, I know we do,” Goku whispered to his Prince. The two full-bloods indulged in another kiss; tongues clashing and dueling passionately. The third class warrior could feel himself becoming drunk on Vegeta’s exotic flavor.

Slowly they pulled away from each other. “Then don’t keep me waiting,” Vegeta replied tugging at the orange gi pants; his voice thick with lust.

Goku chuckled darkly, seizing Vegeta’s wrist to keep them from removing his pants. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he said, earning himself a predatory glare from the royal Saiyan. He released the Vegeta’s wrists and placed his hands on Vegeta’s muscular thighs, caressing a path up to the Prince’s hips. “Please…I want to pleasure you first.”

Vegeta smirked and leaned back with one arm propped up behind him spreading his legs apart a bit wider, giving Goku better access. Immediately, Goku dipped down and ran his tongue along Vegeta’s cock from hilt to tip. He flicked his tongue across the head a few times before teasing the slit; licking away the pre-cum, then taking the head into his mouth, caressing and massaging it with his tongue. Soft gasps from his Prince spurring him on. He gripped Vegeta’s hips harshly as he took Vegeta’s length as far into his mouth as he could. He heard a small grunt in response from his Prince, becoming a series of moans as Goku bobbed and sucked at his manhood. Goku took what he couldn’t get into his mouth into his hand and pumped in a synchronized rhythm, earning a cry of ecstasy. Goku opened his throat as much as he could managing to get a little more of Vegeta’s throbbing manhood under the slick caresses of his tongue.

Vegeta threaded his finger into Goku’s hair, as he tossed his head back in pleasure feeling his cock hitting the back of Goku’s throat. He reflexively thrust into the hot eager mouth of the younger man. “That feels so good,” he moaned wantonly. “Ugh! Kakarott.” His entire body was tingling with increasing pleasure. Goku slowly pulled away, running his tongue from base to tip a few more times, then pulled back and removed the rest of his clothing. Vegeta watched him intently, panting raggedly. Goku straddled Vegeta’s hips and positioned the Prince’s length at his entrance, hissing as the head stretched him when he pushed down a little. He held his breath for a second before thrusting his body downward, impaling himself on Vegeta’s cock, arching his back and crying out in pain, while the Prince arched as well, but in pleasure.

Goku partially collapsed forward, barely holding himself up on shaky arms against Vegeta’s chest. Tears rimmed Goku’s eyes and blood was trailing down his thighs, but he didn’t care. He tried to raise himself to continue, but the Prince had taken hold of him and held firm. Gently, Vegeta wiped away Goku’s tears and stroked his back; using all of his willpower and control not to slam into that velvet heat surrounding his painfully hard erection. “Hold still, Kakarott. You need to adjust. If I had known it was your first time, I would have prepared you.”

Goku panted softly. “No…I wanted to be taken this way. I don’t care about the pain; I just wanted to give you as much pleasure as I possibly could.”

Vegeta continued to stroke Goku’s back. “Kakarott, as much as I enjoy rough sex, I’d get more pleasure out of seeing you enjoy yourself. Is that understood?” Goku leaned down, resting his forehead on Vegeta’s chest. After taking a moment to catch his breath he nodded against the elite’s chest. “Good,” Vegeta continued. “Now, go slow until you get used to it.”

After several moments Goku finally caught his breath and continued, rocking slowly against the hard shaft inside of him. Vegeta’s hands made their way to Goku’s hips ready to slow the younger down if he tried to go too hard or too fast. Slowly, the pain ebbed and faded as pleasure took over and made itself more prominent as his prostate was struck. Goku began thrusting back on Vegeta’s length; each time harder and faster than the last, mewling and panting; Vegeta thrusting upward in response to each with his own. The pace became frantic as the two Saiyans mirrored and echoed each other’s moans and gasps, both of them becoming lost in their senses, drowning in rapture.

Vegeta moved his arms up to grip his lover’s back before flipping them over so Goku was underneath him; angled so he struck the younger warrior’s prostate with each and every thrust. He slowed his pace and gave Goku a deep and sensual kiss. The third class wrapped his arms around his Prince’s shoulders as he moaned into their kiss. They broke away when their need for air became too great. Vegeta resumed his rapid pounding into Goku’s tight heat, slamming harder and faster in response to the other full-blood’s ecstatic cries, nails clawing at his shoulders and back only serving to make him more excited. Vegeta reached between them and fisted Goku’s dripping cock in time with his pounding. Finally, Goku’s body tensed as he hit his orgasm and emptied its seed between them screaming Vegeta’s name; the added tightness only elevating the Prince’s pleasure higher still. After several more thrusts his own body tensed up as he climaxed and filled Goku with his essence. He thrust a few more times, milking out his semen before collapsing onto the third class warrior breathlessly.

Strong rough hands stroked Vegeta’s back soothingly as they caught their breath. Vegeta took a moment to pull out before lying on his side next to Goku. The loss off contact saddened the younger warrior, but his mood immediate picked back up as his prince suddenly reached over and pulled him close by his hip. Vegeta took Goku’s right arm and brought the third class’s wrist to his lips before tearing into the flesh with sharp canines, making a mark that matched the one Goku had put on his left wrist. It hurt a lot, but Goku didn’t mind; his instincts told him his prince had accepted him as his lover. The younger Saiyan smiled in relief. He didn’t know what he’d do if Vegeta let things go as a one night stand. If things kept progressing well, he might even get as far as becoming the Prince’s mate.

Vegeta delicately lapped at the bleeding wound; a purr rumbling from the elite’s chest. Goku turned onto his side and wrapped his arms around the smaller Saiyan; returning a purr of his own. Vegeta’s caramel scent was enveloping him. Within moments the two full-bloods had fallen asleep.

T.B.C…

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Zofo: knitting booties…? Lol. I like it. Don’t be surprised that comes up in future chapters.

Author’s note: So here it is everyone. The long awaited lemon. Was it ok? Be honest, I can take it. *braces self* I hope everyone liked it. Please review and let me know what you think.
~Yuurei~