Part 33 Revelations

Back at Capsule Corp, Goku finally managed to power down. Gohan was slowly regaining the use of his limbs and voice, but Goten was still out cold. Sage was clinging to his Baka, chirping in what seemed to be a soothing sort of way. Bulma was off on a tangent, doing this and that around the med lab, helping Gohan sit up, checking Goten over for more serious wounds while Vegeta tended to the boy’s tail.

“I can’t believe she thought she’d get away with something like this,” stormed Bulma, as she carefully cleaned a gash in the back of Goten’s head.

Gohan said haltingly, his voice not completely under his control yet, “She’s insane Bulma-s..s..san…could see it in her eyes.” He coughed harshly, heaving suddenly and Vegeta was there, handing him a basin as he vomited forcefully.

“What are you going to do Goku?” asked Bulma.

“Besides divorcing her?” asked Goku bleakly. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I should do.” Sage frowned, then whipped his tail firmly around Goku’s wrist, causing him to startle, noticing the chibi as though coming out of a daze.

“More Baka,” demanded the chibi prince imperiously. Goku grinned in spite of himself and cuddled his bond-son, purring quietly. Sage sighed contentedly and popped his thumb in his mouth, one hand fisted tightly in the orange material of the gi that Goku was wearing as he purred in response.

“Well we can’t just leave her there…she’s a danger to herself and others,” said Bulma.

“I could call her father I guess,” said Goku thoughtfully. “What should I do Bulma? I just…I just can’t think straight,” he said with some difficulty as his eyes fell on his unconscious four year old son.

Bulma’s eyes softened as she looked at her best friend. She laid a gentle hand on his arm and said quietly, “Goku, let me take care of this. If I need you for anything, I will let you know, but you just concentrate on your sons for now.” She paused, then smiled into his eyes and said pointedly, “All of your sons.”

“Thank you Bulma,” he said gratefully.

She shook her head grinning, “Silly baka…that’s what family is for.” And she left the room.

Goku looked over at Vegeta, a question on his lips when Goten moaned. The door opened quietly, and a certain lavender haired prince snuck into the room he had been banned from while the Sons were being tended to. In a flash he was at his best friend’s side. He gasped in shock when he managed to see what had happened to Goten.

Vegeta pulled him away quickly, picking him up and saying quietly, “Goten has been hurt and frightened by his Kassan. He needs rest and to feel safe right now. He’s not going to feel like playing for awhile. You need to be understanding, ne?”

Trunks’ azure eyes were wide. “But why Papa, why would she hurt him like that?” He looked over and saw Gohan sitting up on the other bed in the room looking pale and trembling slightly. “Did she hurt Gohan too?”

“Hai, Trunks. She did. We don’t really know why she hurt them, but she is sick. In her mind. We have to make sure that she can never do it again, so the Sons are going to live here from now on.”

Trunks looked at his father, then at Goku. “Forever? You promise?”

Vegeta glanced at Goku, who smiled hesitantly, and nodded. “Hai son, I promise.”

Trunks’ smile spread all over his face. “You hear that Goten, you get to stay here!!”

“Yatta!” came a weak cheer, as everyone in the room jumped at the sound of Goten’s voice.

Sage giggled…and gradually the rest of the room relaxed as well, Goku scooping up his four year old and hugging him tightly as Gohan, helped by Vegeta walked across the room to join them almost under his own power.

“By the way,” said Gohan once he had joined them. “The two of you have some explaining to do…”

The rest of that day was spent in a haze of confusion. Bulma spent the day contacting lawyers, hospitals and Chichi’s father, organizing what needed doing and getting it done efficiently. In the end, with the help of some of the Capsule Corp doctors, and her father who had been horrified at what his only daughter had done, Chichi was checked into a mental health facility for the foreseeable future.

Goten surprisingly was taking everything well, all things considered. When Goku asked him how he felt at lunch, his response had been immediate. “Safe.”

Gohan was shaky for the remainder of the day, the effects of the drug were slower to wear off than Vegeta had originally anticipated. He was also shaken by the experience, but he echoed his younger brother’s sentiment. “I feel safe Dad.”

More than anything else, his son’s responses re-enforced Goku’s conviction that he was doing the right thing. And it felt right to him. They belonged here…and he belonged with Vegeta. Vegeta. Now that he was here, to stay, he felt undeniably nervous. This was what he wanted…but what if Vegeta had changed his mind?

Goku sighed. He knew he was being foolish. He could sense and smell quite clearly that Vegeta had NOT changed his mind one whit. Goku just wasn’t sure what to do. He supposed he should just do what came naturally to him, and that was to just sit back and let the Ouji make the first move.

Goku, once Chichi had been removed from the premises had gone back to the house and packed some clothes and things for himself and the boys. He made the trip quick, not looking around the house, just in and out as swiftly as he could manage it. Back at Capsule Corp, Bulma had gotten Gohan settled into a room of his own, and had tried to get Goten into his own room, but the chibi flatly refused, saying that he didn’t want his own room, he would share with Gohan and Trunks. Bulma protested, after all the house had more than enough guest bedrooms, but Goku, arriving back sided with his son.

“He’s not going to want to be alone Bulma,” he said quietly to his friend.

Bulma’s eyes widened and she nodded and let the subject drop. She went downstairs to help her mother get dinner organized, leaving Goku wondering exactly where he was expected to sleep.

He got his answer later as he was bathing himself, Goten and Sage in the large tub in Vegeta’s bathroom. They had finished, and he had dried himself and Sage off and was helping Goten with his sleep clothes while at the same time trying to stop a naked Sage from crawling back into the tub when Vegeta walked in and plucked his youngest off the floor. He walked out of the bathroom, Sage crowing from underneath his arm, saying casually over his shoulder, “You’ll be staying here tonight Kakkarott.”

Goku missed a button on Goten’s shirt and had to start back over again. He walked the dressed Goten to Trunks’ room and tucked the both of them in and returned nervously to Vegeta’s bedroom. It was empty. Goku glanced around, not knowing exactly what he should do. He walked out onto the balcony and looked out into the night. The sky was clear and the rich velvety blackness of the heavens was strewn generously with stars. Goku breathed in and out slowly, taking in the night air, willing the tension in his head and neck to leave. The large scar on the back of his head throbbed slightly as it always did when he was under stress. He closed his eyes and didn’t notice when Vegeta slipped into the room and came silently up behind him.

But he didn’t startle when strong hands massaged his shoulders and neck, skillfully easing away the painful tightness of his muscles.

“Mmmmm,” was his only comment.

Vegeta leaned forward and said quietly in his ear, “Do you know how long I have waited for this Kakkarott?”

Goku tried to answer, but his voice seemed to have abandoned him. That wasn’t all. His knees threatened, then gave way as the dexterous fingers of the Saiyjin no Ouji continued to massage down his back. Vegeta continued as though Goku had answered him.

“Too long Kakkarott. I fought it for too long. Wasted time. But no more. You are mine.” And his hands left their soothing places on his back. Goku uttered a small whimper of protest at the absence of those warm, kneading fingers, but it was lost as Vegeta leaning over him tipped his chin up and covered Goku’s mouth with his own.

They kissed, softly at first, then more forcefully, tongues questing, exploring, until Vegeta broke the kiss and began to trail little licks and nips along Goku’s jaw line and down his neck.

“Mmm, Vegeta,” murmured Goku. “What about Sage,” he gasped as Vegeta’s hands slid up under his shirt to caress the skin that his fingers had formerly been massaging.

“Bulma’s got him for the night,” said Vegeta breathlessly. “Be quiet Kakkarott. I don’t want to hear anything out of you except moans, until I get you on the bed and have you screaming my name.”

Goku’s fierce blush was cut off as Vegeta claimed his mouth again. He moaned obediently into his Ouji’s mouth, gasping as Vegeta tore his lips away saying harshly, “Let’s take this to the bed Kakkarott.”

They stumbled into the bedroom, Vegeta reliving Goku of his shirt, Goku returning the favor, both shirts fluttering to the floor in tattered shreds. They tumbled onto the bed, kissing, hands groping, Vegeta leaving off kissing to again nip his way down the taller Saiyjin’s neck, this time following the curves of the muscles down Goku’s chiseled chest, nibbling, then licking, then sucking at his lover’s prominent nipples as Goku writhed and arched beneath his attentions.

They were so intent on each other, that they failed to notice a small sliver of light growing steadily larger as the door swung open silently. Sage crawled stealthily into the room, focused on getting to his Tou’tan and Baka. He wrinkled his little nose at the strong scent of musky spice in the room, but chose to ignore it as he crawled over to the bed. He grinned to himself. He had fought for awhile, but Tou’tan had been very firm when he said he was to stay with Mama tonight. So he had tried, but he just couldn’t sleep. Mama had fallen asleep, and Sage had felt lonely so he crawled off to find Tou’tan and Baka. He knew Tou’tan probably wouldn’t be mad, and Baka for sure wouldn’t be….he reached the bed and pulled himself up to a standing position, not quite tall enough to actually see the top of the bed. He frowned, wondering what he should do next, when a tail presented itself in front of his face. He grabbed it gleefully and screeched as he was lifted into the air and losing his grip fell with a splat on top of his fathers.

There was sudden silence in the bedroom, shattered by a certain chibi squealing, “TOU’TAN, BAKA!!!”

The two Saiyjins found themselves completely helpless by the assault.

Vegeta tried to protest, but Sage rendered him silent by bouncing on his stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Goku didn’t even try. He grinned and snuggled his bond-son who responded with a loud purr and tail wrap tightly around his bond-father’s neck. Vegeta got his breath back and said sternly, “Sage, I thought I told you to stay with your mother tonight.”

Sage stuck out his lower lip, his dark eyes wide, and threw his arms around Goku’s neck, saying softly “More Baka, more Baka.” Goku looked at Vegeta with pleading eyes. Vegeta gave in. Sage slept snugly that night, sandwiched in between the warm bodies of his fathers, feeling that for once, all was completely and totally right with his world.

The next morning, before Sage woke, Goku and Vegeta held a long, quiet discussion, punctuated with lingering kisses and intimate touches. There was a strong feeling of loving companionship surrounding the two Saiyjins, and apparently it wafted it’s way down the hall because they were soon joined by Trunks and Goten, neither of whom seemed in the least surprised to see their fathers in bed together, and then a little later, by Gohan, who grinned, having been given the inside scoop the night before by his father. The family of Saiyjins and demi-Saiyjins laid around for awhile longer until Sage woke up with a small yawn and a great big smile. He sat up from his place inbetween his fathers, turned to Goku and held his hands up. When Goku reached down to pick him up, Sage grabbed his hand and sank his blood teeth into his bond-father’s wrist. Goku yelped slightly, then purred, picking his bond-son up and cuddling him as Sage purred back at him.

There was a distinct air of family that morning.

At breakfast, the mood was casual, though Goku couldn’t help but keep stealing small glances in the direction of his prince. Gohan, who after all had gone through his first heat barely two months ago, noticed the growing aroma of spice and musk in the air and decided to take pity on his father and Vegeta.

After breakfast, he took all three boys outside with him with the intention of keeping them busy for several hours. A few not so subtle hints were directed at his father and the Ouji as he walked out the kitchen door with an ecstatic Sage floating along in a loop of his tail behind him. Bulma stood up quickly and announced that she was needed at CC headquarters today, that she would almost certainly be stuck in meetings all day and not to wait lunch on her. Then she too exited the building as quickly as possible.

The two Saiyjins stared bemusedly at the recently emptied kitchen.

Goku broke the silence. “Are we THAT obvious?” Vegeta didn’t answer him. Goku didn’t mind because all of a sudden he was lying on the floor with a very insistent and enthusiastic Saiyjin prince on top of him, kissing the breath right out of his lungs.

“Vegeta,” gasped Goku when the smaller Saiyjin finally relinquished his hold on Goku’s lips. “Shouldn’t we take this mmmppphhhh….” his question was smothered by Vegeta’s insistent mouth and very talented tongue. Kissing Chichi had NEVER been like this, thought Goku. For one thing Vegeta was hot…literally. The heat poured off of him and into Goku, through every pore as it cascaded over his skin. And he smelled so good, that heady royal scent almost made Goku dizzy. And he tasted just as good, maybe better, than he smelled thought Goku distractedly as that tongue deliberately mapped out details of his mouth he had previously been unaware of. And…oh Kami-sama…what was that? Goku felt something, starting out as feather light, teasing, almost tickling between his thighs, rubbing sensuously creating warm, gentle friction. But one of Vegeta’s hands was fisted in his hair, the other was gripping one of Goku’s hands, holding it down to the floor in a clearly dominant gesture. Then the sensation stopped…only to be repeated at his…oh Dende, he saw stars as what he realized had to be Vegeta’s tail, began caressing his own.

Vegeta lazily broke the kiss and looked into Goku’s wide eyes. He chuckled, low in his chest, the sultry sound making Goku’s arousal leap beneath his loose pants. He removed his hand from Goku’s hair, and easily began tracing intricate patterns across his forehead, around his ear, along the line of his cheekbone, then jaw line, down the corded neck, coming to rest on the fabric over the taller Saiyjin’s heart. He sat up slightly, straddling the larger man’s abdomen, and pulled the hand he had been holding down to the floor he placed it over his own.

“Do you feel that, Kakkarott?” he almost whispered. “They beat together, as one.”

Goku’s breath caught in his chest as he realized that his prince was quite right. Impulsively he sat up, careful not to dislodge either hand, and kissed Vegeta, trying to express through that gesture, everything he was thinking, feeling, the emotional overload that was sweeping through him.

Something must have gotten through to Vegeta, because he stood, bringing Goku up with him, not breaking the kiss; then abruptly tossed Goku over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed up the stairs, Goku staring bemusedly at the russet tail waving in front of his face. He reached out and caught it carefully, stroking the fur as he bounced gently on the Ouji’s shoulder. Vegeta nearly dropped him when Goku started kissing it, hesitantly at first, then more vigorously.

“Damnit Kakkarott, do you want me to drop you,” gasped Vegeta, coming to a dead stop about the middle of the stairway. His knees were threatening to give out under the immense pleasure coursing through his system as Kakkarott’s clever tongue lovingly laved and stroked his most sensitive appendage.

“Well,” kiss kiss, “You’d better hurry then,” lick, nip “cause if you don’t,” kiss, suck “I don’t know how much longer,” lick, nibble, stroke “I can wait.” And with that, Goku took the very tip of Vegeta’s auburn tail into his mouth, and applied the gentlest suction. The next thing he knew, they were tumbling onto Vegeta’s bed, and some serious groping and ripping of clothes was going on.

Goku lost track of Vegeta’s tail, hell he lost track of everything as the Ouji’s considerable talent reduced him to a moaning, whimpering puddle of frantic passion. He tried to tell Vegeta to slow down, let him catch his breath, he wanted this, but hell, he’d never been with a man before.

Immediately Vegeta stopped. “I’m sorry Kakkarott,” he said, sounding contrite. “I had forgotten.”

Goku stared at him. “Forgotten what?” he managed to get out.

“I had forgotten that you have never lain with a man before.”

“But…but…how…”

Vegeta snorted. “Baka,” he said affectionately. “Our bond is already partially formed. Look inside yourself. I’m there. You’re just not used to hearing anyone else but you and your brats in there.”

“But how Vegeta? I mean, you said…”

Vegeta cut him off. “We are in a unique position, koi,” he said, settling down on his side beside Goku. “You see, we are already connected, not only by mutual attraction and desire, but because we in essence have a child together.”

“Sage,” breathed Goku.

“Hai. Because you and he share a blood-bond, you and I are already bonded, to a certain extent through Sage.”

Something clicked in Goku’s lust hazed brain. “So that’s why you weren’t mad when Sage bit me that night,” he said accusingly. “You knew this would happen?”

Vegeta smirked. “I knew it would help it along. It wouldn’t have done much of anything if the attraction had not been reciprocal.”

Goku remembered something else suddenly. “You said you’d talk to Bulma, did you?”

Vegeta let out a bark of laughter. “Baka, did you not see the way she hauled ass out of the house earlier? Of course I told her. She made me promise to live here and help her raise the children, and I gladly agreed to that condition. She can see whomever she wants, when she wants with no fear of reprisal from me, and I am free to seek my mate. And yes, before you ask, she knew it was you.”

Goku gaped at him. “And she was ok with that?”

Instead of answering, Vegeta covered Goku’s mouth with his own, effectively silencing the taller man. When he released his hold, he said quietly, “We can talk about this later. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to get down to it before Sage comes looking for us.”

Goku started to answer, but was silenced again as Vegeta’s tongue delved questingly into his moist depths, wringing a moan from his chest as skilled fingers caressed bared nipples, then slid down, slowly, tantalizingly to his loosened pants.

Goku tensed slightly as Vegeta drew away from the kiss, at the same time drawing his pants slowly down around his thighs, freeing his already weeping member from it’s loose constraints. He whimpered slightly, as Vegeta began to trail soft, moist kisses starting at his hip and continuing down the path his pants were slowly going, avoiding his groin area entirely.

“Saaa, calm down koi,” murmured Vegeta. “I know you’ve never done this before, and I want your first time to be good for you.” He drew Goku’s pants off and dropped them on the floor, planting a small kiss on the top of his foot as he returned his attentions once again to his soon-to-be-mate’s mouth.

He kissed him briefly, nipping at his lower lip slightly as he pulled away. Looking down at Kakkarott, he considered his next step. Hn…might be better if he was a little more relaxed. He ran a splayed hand over his chiseled chest, marveling at the suppleness of the Saiyjin’s skin that covered the sculpted steel of the muscles that lurked beneath it. Those nipples, though…swollen, peaked, and an interesting shade of rosy pink against the tanned skin, delicious. He grinned and captured one in his mouth, enjoying the sudden intake of breath that his action caused. Kakkarott arched and writhed beneath him, and Vegeta put a steadying hand on the man, pressing him back down to the mattress, not relinquishing his hold on the nipple in his mouth. He nibbled it gently, then more sharply, noticing out of the corner of his eye as Kakkarott’s arousal jumped as he bit down slightly. He smirked faintly and turned his attentions to the other nipple, paying it the same favor as the first.

Goku’s breath was coming in great gasps as Vegeta’s mouth toyed with his nipples, and his hands, Great Kami-sama, they were slowly sliding down his sides, fingernails scraping slightly, raising goose bumps in their wake. Oh Dende, if he touches me there, I swear, I’ll explode. But if he doesn’t touch me there, he gasped as Vegeta bit down sharply on his nipple, oh FUCK, I’ll explode anyway!!

But Vegeta didn’t touch him. In fact, Goku lost all sense of sensation as the Prince abruptly sat up, leaving Goku’s damp nipples to harden even further in the slight breeze blowing in from the balcony. Before Goku really had time to miss his Ouji’s touch, his brains as well as his cock were enveloped in a wholly mind-blowing sensation. It was warm, wet, oh Kami, sweet suction teased him, promising him release as a velvet pelted appendage coiled around his tail, stroking sweetly, wringing shivers from him as he thrashed wildly under the dual assault. His hands under their own accord reached down and fisted tightly in the silky-stiff softness of Vegeta’s hair, causing him to sit up a bit, so that he was curled slightly over Vegeta’s bobbing head.

“V…V..Vegeta,” he groaned. “S…stop…I’m gonna…” he stopped as a thought drifted through his mind, “That’s the idea koibito” and was gone as Goku came forcefully, crying out wordlessly as his tail convulsed in time with his shattering orgasm.

Vegeta swallowed, hard as an impressive amount of fluid gushed from Kakkarott. He closed his eyes, savoring the sweet, spicy slightly salty essence of his lover, unconsciously comparing it to his brother’s, if only for the briefest moment, before turning his gaze back to Kakkarott. The man looked dazed, and yes, definitely relaxed. Good.

“’Geta…” the man’s voice was barely a whisper. “Damn, Vegeta…that was…” Words appeared to fail him as he lay there, panting slightly, a sheen of sweat glistening over his skin.

Vegeta caressed his lover’s flaccid erection with his tail, wrapping it firmly around the organ as he moved to kiss him on the mouth. Goku tasted something sweet, spicy, a little salty, was that him? His… “Mmmmm,” he groaned as Vegeta slowly swirled his tongue around his mouth, rolling it, and purring deeply into him. His mouth moved to capture one of Goku’s ears, and he whispered, his breath a hot flutter against the sensitive skin, “I’ve only just begun Kakkarott.”

A loud rumbling purr erupted from Goku’s chest at that comment, and the Prince smirked slyly. “Now that I’ve got you nice and relaxed….” he purred back.

“Hai…” rumbled Goku, numbly.

“We can get to the fun stuff,” said Vegeta quietly, as he reached into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out an impressively sized bottle of lubricant. Goku’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of it, but he was still too drained to respond much, and Vegeta’s tail on his arousal was…well, arousing him again, and fast.

“Since neither of us is in heat koi, we need something to, smooth the way as it were,” said Vegeta, enjoying the way Kakkarott’s entire body blushed at his comment.

“Vegeta…I…”

Vegeta placed a graceful finger to his lips. “Hush Kakkarott, let me do this. I will not hurt you.” He smiled, a real smile, into his lover’s eyes. “This can be wonderful, let me make it so for you.”

Goku held his gaze, then nodded, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, and groaning as Vegeta’s tail stroked his hardening member, occasionally brushing a loop of softest fur over the tip of his erection.

Vegeta, for his part, squeezed a generous amount of the slippery substance onto his first two fingers, and gently spread Kakkarott’s thighs, sliding his own beneath them to give him better access to his lover’s virgin entrance. He slowly applied the first finger full of lubrication to the outside of the entrance itself, massaging it gently, and not attempting to even get a finger in yet, as he felt Kakkarott’s entire body tense slightly at the unaccustomed sensation. As he slowly relaxed, Vegeta added more of the gel, and carefully slipped a finger inside the taut ring of muscle, twisting gently as he tried to get as much of the lubrication inside his lover as possible. He felt, rather than heard the man groan, and he suddenly relaxed under Vegeta’s careful attentions. The prince took that opportunity to add more lubrication and a second finger, parting them carefully as he searched for that one particular spot that could cause such tremendous pleasure…ah…Kakkarott arched suddenly beneath him and let out a breathless squeak and his cock jerked underneath Vegeta’s tail. There…Vegeta smirked and ran a finger over it again, pleased at the way his lover’s body responded so eagerly to his touch.

He forced himself to take it slowly, ignoring the drive of his hormones, helped along by that maddeningly spicy scent of Kakkarott’s musk. He stretched his lover carefully, distracting him with carefully synchronized movements of his tail along the length of his arousal, adding a third finger when Kakkarott began to moan wordlessly and moved his hips slightly, but into Vegeta’s hand, not away from it.

“Soon, koi, soon,” said Vegeta soothingly, and he wiggled his fingers, deliberately brushing against that sweet little bundle of nerves, watching with satisfaction as Kakkarott writhed and squirmed on his questing fingers. Ah…that was it. He could feel Kakkarott’s natural lubrication beginning to seep out from the onkru’kah glands that were normally dormant except during heat. They could be stimulated however by careful manipulation of the prostate. Vegeta figured, the more help he had with this first time, the better. The secretion of the natural lubrication was also a pleasurable feeling, and a soft “Oh” reached the Ouji’s sensitive ears. A cloying scent began to fill the air, and Vegeta could wait no longer. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring Kakkarott’s wordless protest at the loss of his fulfillment, and coated his own neglected member generously with the bottled lubrication.

He placed his hands on either side of Kakkarott’s chest, and leaned up to kiss him, taking him deep into his mouth. “What do you want Kakkarott?” he murmured into the larger man’s mouth.

Goku’s eyes focused with some difficulty on the object of his adoration…and lust. “I want you Vegeta, please?” he whispered huskily.

“Mmmmm, I know you want me Kakkarott,” and with that, he relinquished his tail hold on the man’s arousal. “But what do you want? You know what I ask of you.”

Goku closed his eyes in supplication. “I want you, inside me, Vegeta. Take me…please…I want to be yours.”

“Hai,” replied Vegeta simply, and with one smooth stroke, he pushed himself into the hot, slick welcoming heat of his lover’s body.

Goku sucked in a breath, nearly expecting pain, but no…instead an indescribable sense of fullness assaulted his senses, it was fantastic…he felt…complete. He could feel Vegeta holding himself still, waiting for him to adjust. He looked up at his Ouji, his lover through lust obscured eyes, and uttered a single word.

“Now.”

Vegeta complied, and began moving in and out, small movements at first, then gradually, as Kakkarott’s reactions became stronger and more frenetic, he thrust with more force, claiming his lover’s mouth once again in a desperate kiss, then breaking it off as Kakkarott threw his head back, rolling it from side to side as his hands scrabbled over the Ouji’s back leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. The scent of his blood awakened Vegeta’s most primal instincts further, and without warning, he burst into Super Saiyjin.

Goku screamed as he was filled more completely than he had though was possible as his golden lover thrust harder into him, every movement assaulting that sweetest spot deep inside him. The sensations were overwhelming, Goku couldn’t keep up, couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t, didn’t want to, oh KAMI!!!!

Vegeta growled as he thrust deeper, harder, his driving urge to claim the man beneath him wiping all else from his mind. He could feel the man writhing below him, hear his screams of pleasure, his trapped erection rubbing sweetly between the muscled stomachs of the two Saiyjins. Vegeta knew, somewhere in his lust driven mind, that the moment to claim his mate was fast approaching, as his orgasm built within him, a slow fire burning at the base of his belly fanned by the moaning, squirming Saiyjin under him. He grabbed Kakkarott’s mane in one hand, and roughly jerked his head to the side as the pressure built in his loins. As the first wave of his climax hit him, he yelled, “KAKKAROTT, I CLAIM YOU!” and sank his teeth into the bared junction of the man’s neck and shoulder, the sweet, thick fluid coursing into his mouth as his member flooded his mate’s insides with his essence.

As Vegeta’s teeth closed on his neck, Goku felt something click, and he responded, instinctively, somehow remembering what Vegeta had said that full moon, months ago, what he was supposed to do. As his second orgasm of the day overtook him, he leaned up and groaned out, “Vegeta, I am yours!” and unknowingly, he too flamed into Super Saiyjin as he returned his mate’s claim with his own bite, his cock shuddering and spitting between them, coating them with the sticky, viscous liquid of their lovemaking.

They lay there, twined together, gasping breathlessly as their bond was forged, solidified, two minds and souls permanently connected.

“I love you Vegeta, my Ouji,” whispered Goku into his mate’s neck.

Vegeta wrapped his arms around Goku’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Hai…and I love you, Kakkarott.”

To be continued…..

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