Vejita wasn’t like the others; he didn’t care what people thought of him. So, he flew right into the city, lowering himself to the ground just before the gates of the expansive property of Capsule Corp., turning a few heads in the process. Stepping into the large complex, he didn’t need to go any further to know Kakarotto was already there. He could smell his wonderful scent. It was like a powerful aphrodisiac, and that’s when he noticed the swelling below his waist.
"Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea." The prince thought, stepping through an over decorated hall. There were tapestries and flowers decorating every inch of the place, but the beauty of the room was lost on the prince as his eyes fell on a certain spiky haired Saiyajin. A week. It had only been a week. Still, Vejita’s eyes widened as the onslaught of emotion that suddenly hit him after finally laying eyes on the only other pureblooded Saiyajin after so long. Kakarotto was wearing a well-fitted dark brown suit and tie that outlined every well-designed curve. The same one he always wore to special occasions. As Vejita grew closer he could tell that the younger man was equally affected as his aroused scent wafted past his nose, making his knees slightly week.
Goku watched as his lover approached, wearing a white, over starched dress shirt with his collar unbuttoned, revealing the smooth bronze skin of his neck and the beautiful shallow dip just below that. He was also wearing a stylish silk, black and gray diamond patterned, buttoned up vest, black pants, and a black, short-waisted suit jacked.
"Hiya, Jita." Goku said, less peppy than he normally was.
Chi-Chi looked up at the sound of the strange pet name, surprised to see her ex-husband staring at Vejita.
"Hn." The prince answered, taking a seat across from his mate at the round table. Kakarotto’s first son and ex-wife were also seated on either side of him, eyeing him cautiously.
"Papa!"
Vejita turned quickly to see his excited son standing just to his left, grinning like a monkey. He smiled lightly, assuring his son that he cared. Before either of them had a chance to say anything, Chi-Chi ordered the now present Goten to sit down. Trunks looked to Goten, rolling his eyes when he was sure the wrathful woman wasn’t looking before following his best friend, and sitting to his right.
Soon, Chi-Chi and Gohan started up a conversation about the teenager’s education, and the two brats started rambling on to one another about nonsense. Vejita could barely hear any of it as he stared into Kakarotto’s inky eyes. The prince could hear the almost deafening sound of the younger Saiyajin’s heartbeat. It took all of his self-control not to go over and show Kakarotto how much he missed him.
Finally, Bulma found her way to the table, "Sorry everyone, I had to say hello to a few big investors." She said, taking a seat.
For a moment they all stared at one another, unsure of what was supposed to come next. Normally, after everyone was seated, waiters would serve everyone already prepared meals. Vejita hated the seated arrangement, he preferred to be near Kakarotto, but instead, they sat as follows: Going clockwise… Goku, Chi-Chi, Bulma, Vejita, Trunks, Goten, and Gohan.
"Oh, it’ll be at least another fifteen minutes before they begin serving, and it’ll probably take them at least another fifteen minutes before the reach us. Sorry." Bulma explained.
"It’s fine. The place looks lovely." Chi-Chi said, changing the subject.
"Thanks." Bulma replied, taking undeserved credit since she hadn’t planned any of the decorations this year.
The women continue with mindless jabber, and before long, Goku and Gohan were chatting about how great the training trip had gone. Trunks and Goten burst out in laughter when Goku’s stomach rumbled loudly.
Vejita watched as his mate put a hand behind his head, laughing as well. The prince was well aware of the younger Saiyajin’s nervous habit, finding his embarrassed, lopsided grin humorous. It didn’t take long for Vejita’s stomach to feel the gnawing of hunger as well… But he wasn’t hungry for just food. Vejita took in a deep breath, fighting his dangerous urge. He needed to clear his head. With a few graceful movements he was standing and making his way to the men’s room, his legs shaking slightly.
"He okay?" Bulma questioned, glancing from Goku to Trunks, the only two people she figured might know something. They both shrugged.
Goku played dumb, but he knew exactly what was wrong. He was having trouble fighting the strong desire as well. Vejita’s scent, appearance, and very presence aroused him. It was far more than difficult to keep from staring at the handsome prince. Fortunately, he didn’t think anyone had noticed his insistent staring. The only problem was that Vejita moving further away was only making it worse. It was like letting a starving man see food and then refusing to give it to him. He couldn’t handle it anymore. The erection in his seemingly tight pants was driving him mad.
"Excuse me." He said, standing and walking away from the table without giving anyone the chance to question him. He didn’t even have to look for the men’s room; he just headed for Vejita’s familiar ki.
"That was strange." Gohan muttered, not really speaking to anyone, letting his eyes follow his father until he was out of sight.
"Really. When do you think he plans on telling us?" Chi-Chi said, slightly upset.
"Well, it’s not like he’s hiding it." Gohan said, confused by his mother’s statement.
"Yeah, but Chi-Chi’s right. They haven’t exactly come out and let everyone know what the Hell’s going on." Bulma said with raised eyebrows as she nodded, agreeing with the raven-haired woman.
Vejita rested his head against the cool stall wall, trying to calm down. He took deep breaths, suddenly smelling that familiar, alluring, maddening scent again.
"Kakarotto…" Vejita thought, his eyes falling shut at the feel of warm moist breath on the back of his neck and strong arms encircling his waist. It was strange… With him around, Vejita’s years of control and discipline went straight out the window. The feelings Kakarotto awakened in him were so strong they almost scared him.
‘Damn it… I came in here to get away from you!’ Vejita said, speaking to Kakarotto’s mind. They needed to make it through the night… Just until they got home.
‘Just quick… We can be quiet.’ Goku offered, licking at his lover’s ear.
The pure masculine scent filling his nostrils, the erotic tone of the voice in his head along with the very erotic idea of what the younger Saiyajin was suggesting caused Vejita’s legs to go completely slack.
Goku caught him though, turning him in his arms until his back was against the wall, and then crushing his body against his prince. Their erections rubbed against one another through the binding material of their suits.
‘We’ll be interrupted.’ Vejita managed, unsuccessfully trying to push the taller man away. Now was not the time or place. If they could just last a few more hours, they could fully enjoy one another back home.
‘Later… Let go of me, Kaka…’
‘No,’ Goku interrupted, pure lust causing him to press against his mate harder, ‘You know you want me… I need you… Now.’
Kakarotto’s possessiveness both shocked and aroused the prince, ‘Really, Kakarotto, no self control at all.’
Then, the younger Saiyajin’s hands were running down where he wanted to be touched the most… Where he needed Kakarotto to touch him. Vejita’s head lolled back as his lover began stroking him roughly through his pants. Kakarotto clamped a hand over older Saiyajin’s mouth before a howl ripped itself from him. Vejita moaned loudly, but it was muffled thanks to the taller man’s foresight and quick thinking.
Goku began breathing deeply as Vejita’s hips began bucking against his hand, and soon his hips began to piston instinctively in time to the prince’s.
‘I’m not going to last much longer.’ Vejita said, accidentally speaking his thought into the telepathic link shared between him and Kakarotto.
Just as Goku heard his lover’s voice in his mind, Vejita shuddered violently, moaning his name into his hand.
After regaining some strength, Vejita broke free of his hold and turned around. Kakarotto actually snarled at him for pushing him away, no doubt something he picked up from the prince. The younger Saiyajin’s sneer was soon replaced by a smirk, another something he obviously picked up from spending so much time with the prince, when Vejita licked his lips, lunged forward, and pinned him against the wall. Vejita smirked back at him before pulling him close for a rough kiss. Biting at Kakarotto’s bottom lip, the older Saiyajin groped him with hasty deliberation, causing him to moan into the prince’s mouth. Vejita was rewarded with a half growl half moan when he began grinding his hips into Kakarotto’s. Snaking a hand between them, Vejita began stroking both himself and Kakarotto, moving his lips to the younger Saiyajin’s strong neck, where his mark remained.
‘Nnn… You taste so good.’ Vejita said, keeping his lips fastened to his mate’s neck to drown out his moaning. Unable to fight the urge, the prince bit down on the scarred tissue, causing the sweet taste of Kakarotto’s blood to fill his mouth. At that moment they both came, nearly silently in their pants.
Vejita rested his head against his mate’s chest, trying to drag some air into his lungs, and still holding him tightly. Looking up, Vejita could see that Kakarotto’s eyes were slightly glazed over and he was panting. Reluctantly, the prince let go of his lover and backed out of the small stall. Approaching one of the many white porcelain sinks, Vejita splashed some water over his face, trying to calm himself. His legs were still shaky, and he could see in the mirror’s reflection that Kakarotto was just watching him as he readjusted his clothing. It was apparent that the younger Saiyajin was still trying to steady his breathing. Vejita looked back at the fair, beautiful face of his lover for a moment before turning, walking out of the restroom, and heading back to the table.
Goku sighed, his breathing finally returning to normal before he too splashed some water on his face. It was strange… He’d experienced some amazing things in bed with his beautiful prince, but having gone a week without him had made their last sex act the most fun, or maybe it was the fact that they were forced to keep quiet since they were in a public place. Cracking a childish smile, Goku knew that that was exactly what it was. He and Vejita were going to have to do stuff like that more often.
