"That went better than I thought." Goku said, peering through the rain to see the expression on Vejita’s face.
"Are you satisfied now that they all know and understand?" Vejita asked, a little confused with this need of Kakarotto’s.
"Ah, I am."
Soon, they were home and they rushed indoors to escape from the ice cold rain that had completely drenched them. Laughing, Goku shook his head much like a dog does, causing rainwater to splatter everywhere.
Vejita closed the door, lightly chuckling at his mate’s childish behavior. After he’d slipped his boots off and they’d found there way into the bedroom, he looked up to see that Kakarotto looked quite appetizing when he was soaked. His hair and clothes clung to his shapely body, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Kami, Kakarotto… You look good enough to eat." Vejita said, watching for the younger man’s reaction. It came shortly: A shy smile and a light blush. Vejita smirked, it felt strange for him to even think it, but Kakarotto was so cute sometimes. Kami, he loved him. A wonderful feeling suddenly filled his heart, threatening to cause his vital organ to explode. He loved Kakarotto. He loved him so much, and it was time he did something about it… All the time they’d been together, Kakarotto had never taken him… He’d never allowed Kakarotto to take him. To claim him… It was time…
‘Kakarotto…’
Goku blinked, his smile evaporating into oblivion as the sending hit him, strong, powerful, and full of need. His eyes went wide as he took several steps closer in reaction to the telepathic call. In seconds the handsome Saiyajin was standing before his prince.
‘Jita…’
The telepathic wave was filled with just as much need and vibrated through the prince. Dark, shimmering eyes looked at him questionably. Vejita merely returned the gaze, letting Kakarotto read the hunger and passion in his eyes. Kakarotto's eyebrows rose, and a moment later, his hands were reaching for him.
Vejita pressed his lips to his mate's, invading the warm mouth, teasing and sensually stroking with his velvet tongue.
Kakarotto relished in the flavor of candied spice as he ran his fingers through soft ebony spikes, gripping tightly to draw their bodies closer together as he wrapped his arms around Vejita's thin waist.
‘Yes…’ Vejita whispered, letting his palms glide down the side's of Kakarotto's face, down his corded neck, and broad chest, slowly making a path between them until he reached his waist. He then slid his hands under the soaking orange gi shirt and the blue one beneath it, his fingers brushing sensitively over warm skin. Vejita took hold of the dripping material, slowly removing the clothing, letting the shirts fall heavily to the floor. Soon to follow was Goku's pants, but the Earth-Saiyajin wasn't to be outdone and the prince's clothing was swift to follow.
Taking time to look over what was his, Vejita let his fingers trail over the exquisite lines of power and definition. The man was pure Saiyajin beauty… Physical perfection. His mouth went dry. His eyelids drooped to half-mast. His breathing grew short and painfully shallow–and a profound trembling began to quake deep within the center of his being.
‘Mine…’ Vejita said in a breath, letting his thoughts run free. Kakarotto wasn't his to rule or use but to love. The man was just so perfect… Inside and out. Exhaling a breath in a quiet sigh, Vejita closed his eyes… And then surrendered himself into the tender embrace of Son Goku.
His gently pressed his face against the warm flesh of Kakarotto’s chest, taking in his rich, marvelous scent, as powerful arms enveloped him, large hands tracing intricate circles on his back as they lazily ventured down his spine. Vejita merely stood there in his arms, anticipation gripping his heart as skillful fingers got closer and closer to his tail zone. Normally, he'd be making the first move, playfully fighting and winning dominance each and every time but not now. He was not in a playful mood, and he could care less about dominance at the moment. This wasn't about that. That had already been decided… Instead of fighting for dominance not so long ago, Kakarotto had denied it, wanting his prince to simply take care of him.
With all the time they'd spent to together, Vejita had never once voiced his true feelings, mainly because he was unsure of them, but that wasn't an excuse.
I say it a lot because you don’t say it at all.
But he knew now… He knew for sure… He loved Kakarotto, and it was time he showed him.
The fingers swept skillfully over the sensitive base of his tail, making his slighter form rock wantonly against the large Saiyajin, a gasp of pleasure bursting through his lips that immediately transmuted into a growl churning low in his throat.
Kakarotto was quick to use his sudden euphoria against him, and Vejita soon found himself being pressed against the softness of their bed. The man was still unaware that his prince was no longer playing. Time to inform him otherwise.
Kakarotto smiled down at his beautiful mate, lowering his lips to those of Vejita's, gently teasing and sweetly tormenting. He knew it wouldn't be long before his prince took back control of the situation. One of Goku’s hands relaxed its hold, moving from Vejita’s pinned arm to tenderly cup his cheek, as he continued to devour the smaller Saiyajin’s lips.
Kakarotto lifted his head, curious eyes locked on his face as callused fingers slowly traced around the prince's mouth. Vejita parted his lips, allowing one adventurous finger to slide inside. Growling softly, the prince curled his tongue around the tip of Kakarotto's finger, sucking suggestively.
Vejita moved with some effort beneath Kakarotto's larger body, finally getting his legs free. While never stopping his ministrations to his mate's finger and keeping his eyes locked on Kakarotto's, Vejita wrapped his lithe legs around narrow hips, their bodies erotically rubbing together as he rested his heels against the soft pads of Kakarotto's ass.
Goku blinked, his expression one of surprise and slight confusion.
Flexing his calves, Vejita swiftly pulled their hips together, their groins coming together in a frenzy of sparking sensations. Not even Goku could be mistaken by such an obvious invitation, and his eyes quickly went wide.
"Jita…?" he questioned quietly, his tone one of complete surprise and disbelief as well as passion.
Vejita didn't bother answering, instead capturing another of his mate's fingers in his mouth.
Goku stared down at his prince, watching in awe… So many wonderful emotions were sparkling in those eyes, and for an instant, he was sure he saw love.
The legs around his waist suddenly relaxed and slowly slid off. Then, Vejita's talented lips released two slick, wet, and wonderfully prepared fingers. Goku moved them downward, slipping them between parted thighs. Then, one by one, he eased them inside, gently preparing his prince. He was more than pleased when Vejita groaned against his will… The proud prince wasn't the type to openly moan, and Goku smiled lightly, covering struggling lips with his own. As his knowing fingers caressed that special place again, a muffled moan spilled forth from that royal throat, only to be swallowed up by Goku.
'Oh, Kami… Jita…'
When they pulled back from their passionate kiss in need of air, Vejita's expression had changed into one of half-lidded eyes filled with burning need and feral hunger.
"Kakarotto…" he breathed in the closest thing the proud prince would ever come to a plea.
Goku responded instantly, shifting into position above his lithe mate. His fingers abruptly withdrew, and ever so slowly, he began to press into his beautiful prince.
Vejita grunted, the only sound he allowed to escape him. His eyes alone reflected the slight pain.
Goku watched his mate's controlled visage with wonder, sinking down into strong arms. He explored memorized flesh, allowing his prince time to adjust. Licking a skillful trail down a muscled neck, Goku pressed his against the shallow dip at the base of his lever's neck.
Vejita moaned ever so slightly as Kakarotto carefully drew his hips back. Slowly, the Earth-Saiyajin thrust forward, and the two of them voiced their pleasure together.
The pace was slow at first, slow and savoring. They voiced yet another low moan in their throats as the rhythm began to increase. Their kiss was finally broken in favor of quick, heaving gasps for air, and then Goku latched onto the smooth, bronzed throat to lick and suckle lightly.
Good Kami! By word of mouth and from his own intimate observations, Vejita had believed the experience to be an enjoyable one, but he had not expected this. He clung to his mate, his fingers firmly pressed against the sweat-dampened back.
"Jita…" Goku moaned, breathless.
Vejita let his palms slide down to the base of Kakarotto's tail, stroking the sensitive appendage with skill. His mate arched his back wildly, moaning his name again.
The prince licked across a scar on his lover's neck… His mark. He gently raked his teeth over the mark, settling… Kakarotto was moving faster and faster within him. The combined pleasure of inner and outer friction, caused by the delightful rubbing of his arousal against the sleek heat of the man’s sculpted abdomen, was making Vejita’s whole body writhe.
His teeth then sank into the tough flesh and muscle, making the warrior above him momentarily flinch. Warm, sweet blood flowed into his mouth… The blood of a pureblooded Saiyajin… Instantly, his pleasure multiplied.
With a groan of total sensuality, the prince arched upward into the strong warmth. Vejita deliberately tilted his head, baring his throat to Kakarotto in an act of absolute love. That was the meaning behind it… To offer one's life, to give oneself fully to the other, forever.
Vejita could feel Kakarotto's mouth come down on his neck. His eyes fell shut as skillful lips moved into position…
Suddenly, the prince's vision went completely white with pure erotic electricity, and he could hear his beloved Kakarotto scream his name. With a final thrust from his lover, his body began to rock and convulse with the throes of agonizing rapture. He wanted the feeling to remain, praying for it to linger on, but eventually it began to fade.
Goku slowly slid from atop his prince, lying beside him motionless, his breathing deep. He watched as Vejita's eyes slowly fluttered, reality coming back to him. Goku gave him a small, lazy smile.
"Kakarotto…"
"Nnn… Yeah?" Goku question, looking into Vejita’s eyes.
"I love you."
Goku’s smile faded, only to return seconds later. He’d felt it… Felt the immense amount of love, but it felt so much more amazing to hear it. Kami, how he’d wanted to hear it!
They remained gazing at one another for several long, blissful moments, until a loud rumbling abruptly interrupted the moment. Vejita blinked, startled, and then softly began to chuckle.
Goku joined him a second later, "Sorry." He said sheepishly.
Vejita replied with a snort of amusement.
"You surprised me," Goku said, leaning forward to kiss Vejita chastely on the cheek, pulling back with a smile on his face.
"Hn," the prince replied, a smirk gracing his lips.
"Are ya hungry?" Goku questioned as he rolled to the edge of the bed, pushing himself up in a sitting position.
Vejita nodded, sitting up himself.
"I’ll make us somethin’." Goku said, rising to his feet as he started gathering their scattered clothing, tossing them in an empty laundry basket.
The prince eyed the nude body of his mate with open affection until the Earth-Saiyajin began to systematically cover it with a pair of clean orange gi pants, securing them in place with a navy sash.
Goku then grabbed a pair of clean black gi pants and tossed them to Vejita along with a white sash.
Rising to his feet, the prince quickly pulled on the clothing, tilting his head to the side to rub his neck, and that's when he realized that something wasn't right. He quickly ran his hands over smooth, unmarked skin again, surprised at what he wasn't feeling.
His eyes lifted to his mate, "Kakarotto, you didn't mark me?" he asked in confusion.
"Huh? Oh, no." Goku said matter-of-factly.
"Why the Hell not? You do know what just happened here, don't you? What I offered you?" he asked carefully, trying to keep his anger in check.
"Hai," Goku replied, smiling with pure happiness, "I can't tell you how much that meant to me." He said, stepping forward and planting a firm kiss on Vejita's mouth.
"No, you don't understand… I was offering you equality." Vejita growled. He'd put aside his pride and bared his love to the fool!
"But, Jita, I don't want to be equals… You're dominant… I just want ta be taken care of… Ta know you love me." Goku said slowly, trying to explain it clearly.
Vejita smirked, "Hn, baka."
Goku grinned, the famous ear to ear Son grin.
"Let’s get something to eat." The prince said, reminding his mate what they were doing.
"Kay." Goku said, stepping out of their small bedroom.
Vejita followed his mate closely, and for the first time in decades, he was completely and utterly happy. He felt so giddy as a pure blissful smile graced his lips.
'Hn… Like a fucking schoolgirl.' Vejita thought through his smile, chuckling, and shaking his head.
"Huh?" Goku asked after hearing his lover’s thought in his head.
Vejita couldn’t help but smile again, nearly grinning, "You make me smile like a fucking schoolgirl." He repeated, unwrapping his tail and letting it hover behind him as they both went into the kitchen.
Epilogue
Decades passed and all that remained of the group was Goku, Vejita, Gohan, Videl, Pan (Gohan and Videl’s daughter), Goten, Trunks, Meijin Roshi, Turtle, Number Eighteen, Marron, and Piccolo. All the others having passed on peacefully, their souls waiting patiently for their loved ones in the after life.
Gohan lived happily with his wife and daughter in Satan City. Goten and Trunks were also living happily as a couple at Capsule Corp., where Trunks ran his mother and grandfather’s business. Meijin Roshi was still his drunk, perverted self, still kicking since the bird of immortality had granted him eternal life. Turtle was still there, trying his best to keep his master under some kind of control. Number Eighteen remained on the island her husband had loved so much. She was happy, her daughter visiting her often from the city she now lived in. Piccolo continued living at Kami’s temple with Dende and Mr. Popo, helping out by keeping a watchful eye on Earth. Once a year they all got together just to talk and spar and whatever.
Goku and Vejita were still living happily in their peaceful home, sparring regularly. Now and then a threat came along and they watched as their children defended the Earth, making sure they would be able to once they were gone. That, however, seemed to be many years away since they both seemed to be the exact same age as they'd been when they’d first met. Vejita had explained that it was the power of their pure Saiyajin blood along with their enormous ki levels, but Goku had continued to insist that it was the power of their love.
End.
Started: July 30, 2001
Finished: January 14, 2002
