Chapter 1: Prologue
Summary:
An argument reveals hidden desires.
Chapter Text
"Vegeta? Are you even listening to me?"
Bulma's words interrupted his thoughts. As Vegeta chewed his dinner, battle strategies flew through his head. He was studying the memory of his rival's moves, picking apart every action for weaknesses.
At her voice, his eyes focused on her and he swallowed his mouthful. "Mmhmm." He murmured, non-committal, grabbing his glass of water and sipping.
Bulma's beverage of choice was beer, her fingernails tapping out an tell-tale clink as she regarded her husband, sly contempt on her features. "Okay... what was I saying?" She asked, sticking her chin out in annoyance.
"You were talking about converting the Dragon Radar into a mobile app." Vegeta said with a shrug. He didn't care about the radar, or finding the Dragon Balls. His dreams of immortality were long gone.
A look of tempestuous disappointment instantly graced her face. "That was like ten minutes ago! Have you seriously not been listening to me this whole time?" Her voice started increase in pitch, and Vegeta sat back in his chair, putting his knife and fork down.
Guess they were going to fight. Again.
The last few months, with the new addition to the family, had been one fight after another. Bulma had even booked them marriage counseling, but Vegeta, not thinking they needed it, sparred with Goku instead. Her screeching about inane human bullshit had driven him away lately, not to mention the baby's incessant crying. It would be a phase she grew out of, but he could not wait for it to be over.
"Look, Vegeta, I'm tired. At least you could humour me for a moment and pretend you're part of this marriage." Bulma said, abandoning her meal and getting up, reaching into her handbag for her cigarettes, "You even got here forty five minutes late!"
"So? At least I'm here! And I'm letting you vent at me about your ideas." He said, screwing up his nose as she lit up. Disgusting habit, but he'd let it slide.
"Yeah. The bare fucking minimum. Meanwhile, I'm trying to make this marriage work!" Bulma said, gesturing about them. The dinner. The lack of screaming child. "You didn't even compliment on my new dress. Or haircut!"
He hadn't even noticed. Vegeta wasn't a big fan of this kind of feedback, not feeling any constructiveness. "Bulma, I don't care. You look fine--"
"But I care!" She was in tears now, "I want you to talk to me! I want to... To come home and talk to you about my day, and have you listen! I want you to comment on my appearance!"
Okay, he'd had enough. "You know this shit doesn't matter to me! I'm happy to be in your presence, no matter what you look like. And I don't understand half the shit you do. You don't ask for a play by play about me sparring with Kakarot--"
"Oh, here we go!" She said, snorting out a sudden plume of smoke, making a big dramatic display of rolling her eyes, "Kakarot this and Kakarot that. You're obsessed!!!!"
Vegeta was stunned, watching her storm back to the table and snatch up her beer bottle. "I'm not happy." She continued, "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you two were fucking." She took a long drink and went back over to the window, "At least that would make more sense to me."
Vegeta stood up from the table, chair scraping against the stone floor. If he had enough before, this was crossing a line. "If you want me to leave, you've given me enough reason." He growled, voice dangerously low, "But you're being unnecessarily cruel."
She said nothing for a while, looking out the onto the gardens, smoke coiling around her new hairdo. She sighed, loudly, her shoulders sinking. "I'm sorry. Bulla's keeping me up all night and I still have to work ten hour days. I find it unfair that you get to have fun." She murmured, still not meeting his eye.
"Fair, but not justification for your abuse." He said, feeling deeply hurt. He'd been with the woman for over a decade.
Bulma turned and looked at him, her mascara running, the foundation around her eyes shifting. It betrayed her age. She wasnt the 28 year old he'd been intimidated by all those years ago.
"Do you love me?" She asked, voice full of heartache.
Vegeta's turn to roll his eyes. "I'm fond of you, and you are the barer of my children." He answered, folding his arms up across his chest. If he still had a tail it would be flicking in irritation.
"But do you love me?" Bulma repeated the question, eyes full of soul.
Vegeta's jaw clenched and he said nothing, and that was all she needed.
Her eyes screwed up and she seemed to crumple inwards. "What do I need to do to make you love me like I love you?" She said with a sob, hands shaking.
He steadied her shoulders with his hands and stared into her eyes, "I'm perfectly comfortable. I've told you. Time and time again. We are wired differently. Your concept of love, romantic love, I don't feel it like you do. But I care for you. I protect you. I gave you two children. What else do you need?" His voice was soft. She had taught her how to be soft. She was one of his weaknesses.
An ungainly snort, clearing of throat. "We aren't happy, are we?" She whispered, "I need someone to make me happy."
...
"So... You don't want me." Vegeta concluded, licking his bottom lip and nodding, his ki starting to spike, flight or fight. Great. Just fucking great.
"I do... But you're not fulfilling my needs." Bulma sniffed, wiping her cheeks, "I love you. Even though... You're a stupid alien asshole--"
"Watch it." Vegeta gave her a look, but he had a small smirk now. Crisis aver--
At the lull, she screwed her eyes up and took a breath.
"I think we should see other people!"
...
"What???" Vegeta shrieked after a few moments of awkward silence. His eyes were comically wide and he definitely thought he was going to have a heart attack.
"Look," she said, stepping forward to calm him, putting her hand on his shoulder, "I don't wanna leave you! I just think... Maybe..."
"Maybe what?" A vein was throbbing in Vegeta's temple. He was still, like an animal ready to flee.
"Maybe we could open our marriage?" Bulma winced, trying to gauge how through the roof Vegeta was going to shoot.
Vegeta started shaking with rage and confusion. He grit his teeth, fists clenching. He didn't want to share his wife. God, how could she be so stupid?? To even mention such a thing??
Well... It wasn't screaming, or running away. She patted his trembling bicep, "Think about it." She whispered, taking her beer out into the garden. Vegeta couldn't do anything but seethe.
He voluntarily slept in a spare room that night.
Chapter 2: Human Feelings
Summary:
Vegeta tries to figure stuff out. Goku and Bulma talk about food.
Chapter Text
Vegeta couldn't sleep. He had very nearly destroyed his training room. He'd shouted at the boy when he checked in.
And his wife wanted to fuck other people.
Vegeta went over their argument like a sparring match. Her facial expressions, her body language, the way she tapped her nails on her beer bottle. The things she said.
They had a conversation years ago, when she was pregnant with Trunks. She said that she loved him. He hadn't responded in kind, and then after some fighting, she accused him of not knowing what love was. He denied her accusation for years, but never reciprocated when she uttered those 3 words.
Then, years later, when boy was in diapers. Kakarot had died and Vegeta mourned. He retired from defending the world, focused on his wife and kids and maintaining his body through training, but swore off fighting.
They had another conversation, when Vegeta was feeling particularly vulnerable after fucking his beautiful wife.
"You say I don't know what love is." He murmured, looking down at the woman in his arms, "And I'm beginning to wonder if you're right."
Surprised, Bulma sat up and turned to face him properly. "What do you feel about me?" She asked him, hugging her knees to her chest. She was red faced, her perm growing out into relaxed curls, messed up from their 'love making'. She was so beautiful.
"I admire your beauty." Vegeta started, stroking her thigh with his thumb, "I admire your fiery passion. I am proud of the son you and I created, even if all he seems to do is shit and whine."
Bulma nudged him with a perfectly pedicured foot. "What else?" She asked, batting her eyelids.
A blank look graced his face. "What do you mean 'what else'?"
She stared at him. She obviously needed to try a different approach. "Okay, I mean... Love, to me, feels like this great satisfaction. Like I've been given a reward for a good job, or being full after a Christmas dinner!"
"Like... Winning?" Vegeta tried, squinting at her as he tried to get on her level.
"Yes!!!" Bulma lit up, "Do you feel like you've won an amazing battle?"
He shook his head. No. Not at all. He didn't feel satisfaction either. He felt contentment, but it was a very mild emotion compared to kicking Kakarot's ass.
She tilted her head to the side."...not even when we first fucked?"
"It was hardly a challenge." He scoffed, and Bulma pinched his arm.
"Ugh! You're such a jerk!!!" Bulma pushed away from him, standing up and getting off the bed.
While she used the en suite bathroom, he thought about it some more. She came back, dressed again, but he pulled her onto the bed, holding her close.
"I don't want to lie to you." He said, and she nodded against his chest slowly.
"I know." She murmured, "It's one of the reasons why I love you."
He let her go and she turned around in his lap, "When I'm with you, I feel like I'm flying." She said, running her hands over his chest muscles.
Vegeta's nose crinkled. Flying was annoying. All the wind in his face... And it got cold too.
At his lack of response, Bulma rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, getting off him. "One day, you'll understand." She said, mostly to reassure herself.
He still didn't understand human women, even after over a decade of marriage. But he knew that he didn't want her to have another mate. She was his, dammit!
And she even made a quip about him fucking Kakarot! As if he would ever do that?? Saiyan men mated for life. The thought... No, he didn't even wanna go there. The gods damned audacity--
"Hey Vegeta!"
Vegeta roared, rearing up to swing at the person suddenly behind him. Speak of the devil and he shall appear...
"Dammit, Kakarot! A little warning!!" He growled, turning to stomp over to the training room's console, turning the gravity back to normal. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Bulma wants to borrow my phone so she can update the maps or something." Goku said with a shrug, but blanched when Vegeta practically launched himself at him.
"Borrow your phone, huh?? I fucking bet that's some bullshit excuse so she can lure you in and get her to fuck you! You gonna fuck my wife, Kakarot? ARE YOU GONNA FUCK MY WIFE???" He screamed in Goku's face, grabbing the front of his gi.
"Vegeta!! That's enough!"
Bulma was standing in the doorway, looking completely horrified. Goku was gaping incredulously. Vegeta was... slowly beginning to realise he might be overreacting.
Bulma entered the training pod, trying to keep a straight face, "I'm so sorry, Son-kun, you'll have to excuse me for a moment. I need to calm down my hysterical husband. Could you possibly teleport to the lab?"
"Uh." Goku's eyes were stuck on Vegeta, like he'd just grown a second head, and then he nodded, "Sure. Bye, uh, Vegeta."
Vegeta grunted, red in the face. As soon as Goku instant transmissioned away, Bulma launched into him.
"How dare you???" She shrieked, "Taking it out on Goku like that! You should be ashamed!"
He did feel incredibly awkward and embarrassed even, but not too ashamed. He stayed silent.
Bulma pursed her lips and folded her arms, moodily turning away from him. "I was going to talk to you tonight, but now I think you should spend another night in the spare room." She said, not waiting for his response as she exited down the ramp in a huff.
Vegeta let out a growl and punched the console. Fuck! How could he be so fucking stupid? He was going to lose her.
Meanwhile, Goku nervously waited for Bulma in her lab, confused as to what the heck had happened. Vegeta accusing him of... Doing that... To Bulma? Had she cheated on him with a mystery person? This was all super distressing.
"Oh my god, Goku, I'm so sorry." Bulma's voice reached him before she did, and she put his hand on his bicep. He flinched, and Bulma paused.
"Um... Sorry. What's up with him?" He asked, letting out a worried laugh, scratching his hair, "I mean, he doesn't really think... Y'know?"
Bulma exhaled and shook her head. "Goku, can I talk to you about some stuff? You're my best friend, and I just need someones opinion."
After Goku nodded, she offered him a seat. He took it, straddling the sides and leaning on the back part of the chair. She took out a weird box contraption and sucked on it, exhaling some steam. It smelt like strawberry.
"Okay, so... You know how you love to eat, right?" Bulma asked as she started to pace and chain vape.
"Oh, yeah, I love food." Goku confirmed, nodding happily.
"What if you had rice all your life--"
"I mean, yeah, I have."
"Sure, but, bear with me. What if there were lots of other types of food and you weren't allowed to eat them?" Bulma said, gesturing wildly as she paced.
Goku frowned, thinking about it. "It would be bad! Other food tastes good!"
"Exactly!!" Bulma explained, "Other food is good. And you need other food for variety because rice is basically just carbs, and you need protein and fats."
Goku nodded, "Uh-huh... And where does uh, fucking come into it?"
Bulma paused. Whatever. "I want to sleep with other people outside of my marriage." She said plainly, putting her hand on her hip.
Goku seemed to mull that over. "Ohh." He said eventually, "Okay! I've had a conversation with Chi-Chi that was pretty similar to this."
"Really?" Bulma's eyes widened with interest and she sat down on her desk.
"Okay, so before Gohan was born, I was still tryna understand marriage and, y'know, sex. And she was tryna get me to understand that when yer married, you can only do sex with one person. And I always thought that sounded boring, because, like you said, different dishes." Goku spun the chair around slowly as he talked, "I told her 'maybe I don't wanna be married, because I wanna do the sex with other people too' and then she started cryin' and it was awkward and her dad had to talk to me about how it wasn't okay and that it was kinda breaking the marriage promise by doing it."
Bulma covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. That was equal parts tragic and hilarious. But also... Interesting to know. "So, uh... Do you still crave... Other dishes?" Bulma asked, feeling a little hot under the collar. Not that she would ever fuck Son-kun...
"I mean... Yeah. I'll see a nice 'dish' on the street. Or I'll fight a nice 'dish'..." He seemed to smile a bit at that, but he seemed to shake it off, "But I'm good at practising self restraint!" He added, looking a little proud of that.
Bulma couldn't help but laugh outright. Goku looked confused at first but then cottoned on.
"Uh... Is everything okay with you and Vegeta?" Goku asked, concerned. He didn't want his two best friends to break up. What if it changed the timeline?
Bulma quietened down and shook her head, "You know how Vegeta is... I just..." Gods, where did she even start? And how much did she want Goku to know?
"A few years ago, I went to a party with my parents. It was super fancy, with people dressed in different masks. Nobody knew who anyone was. I was introduced to this couple, and they seemed to love each other a lot. Super affectionate, all that stuff...
"But a couple of hours later, I saw the husband off with someone else, and same with the wife! They were both cheating on each other!" Bulma revealed, and Goku's eyebrows shot up towards his hairline.
At Goku's reaction, Bulma continued, "Right?? So a couple of weeks later, I asked my mom if they were still together, and she said 'oh, don't mind them, they're swingers'." She said in a perfect imitation of her mother, "And it's kind of stuck with me ever since."
Goku seemed completely shocked by this. "So... They both knowingly did sex with other people?" He asked just to clarify.
"Yep, talked about it and everything." Bulma said, taking another hit off her vape.
"Wow." Goku blinked rapidly and let it sink in. "Wait, is that what you want with Vegeta?"
Bulma nodded once. At least he got it.
Goku tapped his chin, thinking, "But Vegeta once told me that Saiyan's mate for life." He pondered aloud, and when Bulma looked a bit guilty, he understood.
"I don't wanna leave him. There's so much he does that I couldn't do without. And I love him so much, even if he 'doesnt feel human emotions like romantic love'," she said, doing the air quotes.
"That's crap." Goku said with a snort.
"What?"
"That Saiyan's can't feel romantic love. I'm a Saiyan and I love my wife." Goku said confidently, puffing his chest out.
Huh. This was true. "If Chi-Chi let you fuck other people, would you?" Bulma said, leaning in, looking at him all conspiratorial.
Goku looked a bit embarrassed at that question, "Well, duh," he said, with that nervous giggle again.
For some reason, probably related, Bulma's cunt twitched involuntarily. Maybe it was the thought of Goku fucking other people, but she wasn't expected to get all horny about this. This was just two friends talking.
Daring to continue, Bulma licked her lips. This was just for curiosity's sake, and it wasn't like she was gonna tell Chi-Chi. Or anyone for that matter.
"Who would you fuck?" She said, peering at him through her eyelashes.
He instantly tensed up, and before he could make an excuse or give an honest answer, both of their sons burst into the room.
"Hey!" Goku greeted his son, his voice a bit squeakier than it should have been, "What are you guys up to?"
"We dug up bugs!!" They cried in unison, climbing all over Goku with their grubby fingers.
"I found a worm! I made Goten put it under his nose and wear it like a mustache!"
"A worm-stache!"
"Oh, is that so?" He said, looking over to Bulma, who was suddenly busy with his phone. The moment was over.
"Hey, can Trunks stay over?" Goten asked from his left bicep.
Bulma thought on it. It might be a good idea, since she and Vegeta were due for a conversation. God, she was so ready to pounce on Goku. He was a married man! And her best friend!
"Yeah, sure. Whad'y'think?" Goku smiled over at her, all innocence. She felt bad.
"Fine with me." She replied warmly, and the boys cheered. Putting the phone down and patting her son's hair, she looked to Goku. "Son-kun, I'll give you your phone back tomorrow. Did you need a spare?"
"Naw, I don't need it." Goku said, trying to get towards the door with two stronger than average children clinging to him, "I'll see ya tomorrow! Hopefully you an' Vegeta... Talk?"
"Talk about what?" Trunks asked, sounding worried, "Are you okay? Are you gonna divorce??"
"No!!! Don't even joke about that!" Bulma waved it off, feeling a bit weird in the chest. They might be heading in that direction if they didn't sort this out.
"Okay mom, love you!!!"
"Ew, gross! You love your mom!"
"No, dude, you love your mom."
Goku offered a helpless grin and teleported away, leaving Bulma alone in her office.
Ugh. She really had to talk to her husband
Chapter 3: Something About Cake
Summary:
Another meal is shared.
Chapter Text
Since the Gravity Room was out of commission ("Again?" Bulma groaned,) Vegeta had gone elsewhere to work out. He didn't get back for another few hours, until lunch. Bulma waited for him in his personal kitchen.
"Hn. How was your 'meeting' with Kakarot?" Vegeta asked snidely, taking a huge bottle of water out of the fridge. He was soaked in sweat, but Bulma never found that smell offensive.
Bulma didn't say anything at first, which was surprising to Vegeta. He was expecting a witty retort. She just kind of stared at the counter top.
"What, are you expecting an apology?" Vegeta said, allowing a haughty smirk, "Oh, I'm so sorry you wanna fuck other people because you're so unsatisfied with your husband's amazing--"
"Just stop!" Bulma snapped, "Please! We need to talk. Like adults."
The come-back was on his lips, but he swallowed it. "Fine. Justify your sudden desire for infidelity." He muttered, turning away to heat up an instant meal.
"It-- ugh!! It wouldn't be infidelity, because I wouldn't be sneaking behind your back!" Bulma tried to explain, "And put that away. We could go get lunch."
Vegeta ignored her, putting the tray of protein gloop in the microwave.
"Are you going to listen to me, or are you just going to ignore me?" She said, looking heavenwards and letting out a long-suffering sigh.
"You know, I've seen pornography similar to this set-up. I'm not going to be some sort of cuckold." He didn't push the buttons on the microwave just yet. She did have exceptional lunch spots, thanks to being the world's richest person.
"I don't want that for you either." Bulma said, glad the conversation hadn't ascended into a shouting match off the bat, "You could fuck other people too."
Frowning in mild confusion, Vegeta turned around, meeting her eye, "What makes you think I want to fuck other people?" He asked, slightly offended at the idea.
Bulma shrugged, "It wouldn't be fair for me to have all the fun."
Vegeta stared at her some more, sighed and shook his head. "Let me shower. Book us somewhere phenomenal." He said dismissively, leaving to his bathroom.
Bulma met with him at her most recent Capsule transport, surprised that he'd dressed somewhat nice for their outing. This meant he was being somewhat agreeable, which was promising. She felt a slight jolt of ... a feeling... at the idea of Vegeta fucking someone else. But she'd be a hypocrite not to let him do that.
"You didn't wanna fly us?" Bulma asked as he climbed into the passenger side.
"What, and get your hair all messed up?" Vegeta smirked, using an excuse she had used on him before.
This kind of teasing meant he was still a bit pissed. Or wary. Vegeta had complex emotions after all. "Fair enough," she murmured to herself as she got into the transport and buckled up.
They didn't talk during the trip. Bulma wished she could put on the radio to make it less awkward, but Vegeta hated most music, tolerating classical at best.
Finally, after an hour of flying, she landed them down in a field by a vineyard. A team of wait staff met them, leading then to a table under a canopy. "We have a fourteen course meal option," a slightly star struck waiter said, handing her a menu, "And Earth's finest wine selection."
"We'll have it all." Bulma said, not bothering to look, handing it back, "Just keep the food coming."
"Yes ma'am."
Vegeta wasn't usually impressed by fine dining, and still ate like a pig, but he watched as the waiter disappeared towards the kitchen. "Fine. This is acceptable." He sighed, watching another server pour them both some water.
"It's usually reserved for the King, but he had a peace conference." Bulma said casually. And she'd been here a dozen times, it wasn't really that big of a deal.
Vegeta stared at her, taking a sip of water. "How will this work?" He said, feeling like he was at some sort of negotiation meeting himself.
Bulma put her serviette in her lap, admiring the rows of silverware. "I suppose... We talk about what we want, and then act on it."
"You want to fuck other men." He said, just as a young person brought out their wine tasting.
"Not necessarily just fucking. I want... Someone to do the things that you don't wanna do. Like play tennis or go to the opera. You know... Human stuff." She said, eyes lighting up at the row of whites and reds and pinks that was offering to them. Well, her. He didn't drink.
Vegeta thought that was fair, but he didn't show it. "Why do you have to fuck them, if they can just take you out to do... Human stuff." He said, stuffing a riceball into his mouth milliseconds after the plate hit the table.
"Well..." Bulma said, helping herself to a white wine, sniffing it, "Human stuff isn't just about watching a show together. It's about... Holding hands and having an experience. Letting the music wash over you and he puts his hand on your thigh." She let out a wistful sigh, "And being lavished with gifts and wine and being paraded around and treated like you're the most beautiful woman in the world."
Vegeta had already finished both their starters. Okay, he kind of understood it. She had tried all that stuff on him in their early days, but he didn't care for it. He supposed there was a gap in her life that he couldn't fill up. "Okay, but I don't get how that's related to fucking." He said, licking his fingers.
Stupid... Bulma rolled her eyes, "I wanna fuck whoever can make me feel like that. It's basically foreplay! Remember when I used to get all horny at a gala?"
Vegeta nodded, looking for the nearest wait staff and signalling for the next course.
"Not just... The high life, you know? As I said, I want someone to take me out to play tennis and shopping and picnics in the park."
"Tennis makes you wet?"
"No! Companionship does! Someone spoiling me, giving me attention that you don't." Bulma finished her first glass and moved onto the next one, paired with the food she probably wasn't going to eat.
This is also fair. "But you'd still fuck me." Vegeta said, "And you'd fuck me more if I took you to Tiffany's, is that it?"
"Pfft, honey, you can't afford Tiffany's."
Vegeta glared at her, and then declined the wine when she offered.
"Why don't you like drinking?" She asked, smiling at the young guy who put the second course in front of them and took away the empty plates.
"I can taste the ethanol. It's too bitter. And I don't like being inebriated." He said, getting a fork for the wagyu beef. He picked the wrong one. And he stabbed into it and ate the piece whole.
"Wow, I married such a square." She muttered into her wine glass. "Save me a bite?"
After enjoying his food, he followed her eyeline. "Hn. That waiter can't afford Tiffany's, would you fuck him?" He asked with a snort.
"I dunno... He's kind of cute." Bulma said, biting her lip.
Vegeta crossed his arms, "Why have me around at all, then? If you wanna run around with rich dicks and 'cute' waiters?"
"Because... At the end of the day, it's you I love the most, and you who I wanna come home to and share a bed with. You're home to me."
Vegeta wasn't buying it. "Sounds like that weird human phrase about eating cake." He said, and then turned to the waiter, "Can we get some bigger portions? And all at once?"
Bulma smirked, nodding to the confused waist staff. "I guess it is... But thats why there should be some benefits for you."
Benefits? "What kind of benefits?" He looked back at her.
"Whatever you want. Make a list." She said, sipping her wine.
Vegeta reached over and grabbed a glass, copying what she had done, sniffing it, letting it swirl around the glass, and then took a sip. He nearly spat it out.
"I want you to stop drinking this vile shit."
"What??"
"And smoking. Both of them makes your pussy taste awful."
Bulma spluttered for a bit and then nodded, "I guess..."
"And I want you to start working out. Your ass needs toni--"
"Okay, okay!!" Bulma protested, "I was thinking you'd have something to say about what you wanted to do."
"I'm going to have to think about it more. Oh, and I get to screen your guys. And you're not allowed to fuck that scarred face human."
"Yamcha? Uh, yeah, I wasn't going to..."
Vegeta stared at her a bit and then a big plate of wagyu got put in front of him. "Good." He said, both to the food and her.
"So you're... Okay with this? I also wanted... To ask you some other things." Bulma said, looking at her normal portion, "Like trying therapy again."
Vegeta chewed silently, before swallowing. "I don't wanna talk to some asshole stranger about our problems." He said, his opinion hadn't swayed since the last time she brought this up.
"Okay, how about someone we know?" She offered, finally letting herself eat. She still felt anxious, debating whether or not to tell him about Son-kun.
"...I'd rather choke." Vegeta muttered.
"Come on, there has to be someone you trust."
Vegeta's mind went to the eldest Son kid, but that might be risky. He would definitely never in a million years tell Kakarot any of this.
Bulma watched his face. "Hmm... What about Dende?" She suggested.
"The green kid? Who I threatened?" Okay, now he was close to choking.
"It's a possibility, he's pretty much a neutral party, and he's wise. Not to mention guardian of the world."
"Oh, will he take time out of his busy schedule to help us?" Vegeta snarked in between bites.
Bulma thought for a bit. "What if we did it in the Room of Spirit and Time?" She suggested, "It would only take a second out here, I doubt he'd miss much."
"Fine." Vegeta relented and focused on finishing the plate.
Bulma decided now would be a better time than ever to bring up the Goku thing.
"So I talked to Son-kun about this."
Vegeta dropped his fork. "Are you fucking kidding?" He nearly rose up from his seat.
"I had to tell him something!!! You accused him of having an affair with me!" She countered, "What was I supposed to tell him?"
"That I had a momentary lapse of sanity!! Anything but--" he was flustered, even as a huge plate of duck and vegetables was put in front of him. "--what did you tell him?"
"Nothing concrete! Just that I wanted to open up our marriage."
Vegeta balked at his wife, feeling like he was going to expire. "You idiot! He's going to try and talk to me about it! He'll use it as ammunition for his shitty jokes!" He said through a clenched jaw.
"He, uh, actually had something interesting to say." Bulma said nervously, scratching her nose.
"And, what, pray tell, did that imbecile contribute to that conversation?" He asked slowly, stabbing a piece of duck with a dessert fork.
"Well, he said that if he was allowed to, he would have sex with other people."
Thank God he wasn't chewing. "What the fuck?" Vegeta said, and then needed to bite down on something so he ate the duck. Luckily it was amazingly broiled and swimming in its own juices. It made the news go down better.
Bulma gave him a knowing smile. This tidbit of info was going to make Vegeta crazy.
One of the last bombshells Goku dropped was the fact that he didn't kiss Chi-Chi. Vegeta thought this was ridiculous. Who didn't kiss their wife?? The man had two kids, for fuck's sake! Did this mean they fucked and didn't kiss? Did he not show his harpy the attention she deserved? Did this make him more or less than a man?
The thoughts spiralled, leaving Vegeta a wreck, overthinking everything and questioning his own person. There were times he'd catch himself staring and thinking 'what a waste'. But then that brought up more complicated feelings, which he squashed immediately, into a mental locker room where it belonged.
This new information was definitely going to ruin him.
"Who else has Kakarot been fucking???" Vegeta demanded threw mouthfuls, looking like some weird deranged beast as he ate and raved, "His harpy wouldn't let him look at anyone else... does Kakarot even look at anyone else? Does he know that you can fuck people without making babies? Because I'm pretty sure he's only done it twice. Did he even know what the was doing?"
Bulma laughed, "Maybe I should talk to Chi-Chi and you two could fuck."
"What??? Me and Kakarot???"
"No! Chi-Chi! You're right, she's a repressed housewife. She probably needs someone to blow her mind."
Vegeta's mouth opened and closed, "You are a lewd, vile woman." He said, pushing the empty plate away. "Gimme the other eleven dishes." He demanded to the waiter.
"Right away, sir."
Vegeta continued to eat, his brain going at a million miles a minute.
"So... Would you fuck anyone else?" Bulma asked eventually, when it looked like he was slowing down.
"Prolly not." Vegeta said, ignoring the staff as they set up a table next to them with more food.
"Not even Chi-Chi?"
Vegeta looked up, "My rival's wife? Even if she were available, she probably wouldn't let me touch her. She's less sexual than the Namek." He said, grabbing his glass of water and chugging.
"What about Goku?" She suggested, waiting for his mouth to be empty, "I'm pretty sure he's bi."
"I'm pretty sure he couldn't find his own dick with a road map." He sighed, "Bulma, do you know how fucked up this is? I don't even like men!"
"Goku's not men! He's... Well, he's like you."
"Oh, thanks." Vegeta glared at her.
"Stop denying it. You obsess about him constantly. You've practically admitted he's perfect. You've made it your life goal to 'defeat him'. Honestly? I think, that if Chi-Chi wasn't in the way, you would have married him."
Where was the lie? Vegeta could deny it all he wanted, but he knew deep down that Kakarot was the perfect specimen of man, if you didn't factor in the brain injury. If Kakarot was at his mercy...
"That's your thinking about doing it with Goku face." Bulma teased, and laughed as he slammed his fist on the table.
"Enough!" He exclaimed, with half the malice he normally used. "I'm not going to fuck anyone. Not Kakarot, not his wife, not anyone I know. If I feel like sex and you are unavailable, I will simply wait for you."
"Can I fuck Goku? Hypothetically!!!" She raised her hands when it looked like he was going to flip the table.
"No! Not ever! Not even imaginary!" he hissed, and sulked into his near empty plate.
"...That's your thinking about me doing it with Goku face."
"Oh, shut up!!!"
Full of food, Bulma and Vegeta reached a decision. They would both go on a dating site, make Bulma a discreet profile, and Vegeta would pick our suitable boyfriend material. He would have to be spotless, rich, but in a different line of work. Possibly someone active, tall and handsome. There were risks, of course, but it was all about finding someone they would trust.
But Vegeta had no idea what was going to happen, having no plans to put any more proverbial notches on his headboard.
Chapter 4: Rising Tensions
Summary:
Happy Valentine's Day! Have some mild D/s.
Chapter Text
The tension eased between Bulma and Vegeta reasonably quickly. Enough for Vegeta to fuck his way back into sleeping in their bed again.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta had barely just finished making her come, when she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.
She opened up Pod, a CC owned dating app, "I wanted to show you some prospects." She said, patting the spot next to her at the top of the bed.
Right now? He hadn't even wiped her come off his chin. He resigned, lying next to her and taking her phone. She had over twenty new messages in her inbox.
"Who's Lingerie33?"
"That's me." She said.
"You're not 33."
"So?"
Vegeta scrolled through the messages, deleting them based on their looks, their profiles and how they had started their conversations. He narrowed it down to about three people.
"Okay, there's DoctorDaddy728. He's in the medical field and he has a decent profile." Vegeta explained, swiping though the guys images, "Also his first message was lame, but better than a simple 'hey'."
"What did he say?"
"Some crap about letting you see his PhD."
Bulma groaned and giggled into Vegeta's shoulder.
"Then there's Soya. 42, apparently a physical trainer, likes to hike and work out. Losing his hair."
"Hmm, yeah." Bulma smiled at the photos, "Maybe?"
"And then, there's Denim755. He's a model and younger." Vegeta said with a skeptical smile, "If he's a real person, that is."
"Oh, he's really pretty." She said, and then after a moment of pondering, "Okay, I'll message them all!"
Vegeta snorted and let her take her phone back. "You had any thoughts about what you want?" Bulma asked, her thumbs tapping away.
"Nope." He replied, looking up at the ceiling, "I told you my requirements. Maybe that gym rat will whip you into shape."
"Okay, but I don't want you to get jealous." Bulma said, and then her phone beeped. "Denim755 wants to get to know me." She announced with a giggle and then gasped, "He's only 2 years older than Gohan!"
Vegeta turned on his side to watch the exchange. "Sounds like a time waster. Ask for a selfie."
--
Goku pushed his turnip mash around his plate, listening to Gohan update his mother on his latest research project. Usually in these boring moments, he'd make faces at Pan across the table, or share an eye roll with an equally bored Videl, but something was on his mind.
Contrary to popular belief, Goku had complex thoughts and emotions. The traumatic brain injury hadn't made him a complet idiot, it only really altered his personality. He was smart enough to strategize in a fight, to be spontaneous, and to save the world a few times doing so.
Sure he loved the simple things in life - napping by the river with a fishing line set up, bathing in the tub, fighting someone... and his super fast metabolism made him appreciate food a bit too much.
He could tell when people made fun of him, too, or thought he was a simpleton. Sometimes, he even made jokes or tried to be sarcastic. Sometimes his quips fell flat. He loved a good pun. He loved playing with his kids and joking around with them.
Son Goku was not stupid, and sometimes he thought too much. Like right now.
Bulma wanted to open her marriage.
Normally, this was not the kind of thing he put much thought about. He was really surprised when Future Trunks told him that he was the child of his best friend and best rival. He couldn't imagine how it happened.
Did Vegeta get tricked into marrying Bulma?
It was something he got over. He wasn't even that mad about being forced into a relationship, once he got used to her company. In the end, he fell in love with her, and wanted children with her.
And they fucked. A lot.
It took Chi-Chi a while to work up the courage to ask for sex. At first she kind of... Posed awkwardly on the end of the bed hoping she'd ravish him, but Goku was too oblivious. She got titchy and frustrated and ended up yelling about him not doing his husbandly duties.
Nine months later Gohan was born.
It took them a while to courage to do it again, since Goku got it in his head that sex made babies. She eventually dragged him to a doctor and had them explain about contraceptives and safe sex.
Then they fucked. Constantly. Right up Gohan started kindergarten, and then, when he proved to be a genius, Chi-Chi had another passion, so the sex kind of waned to an eventual halt.
Then Radditz happened. Goku died and didn't come back for a year. And then he came back to fight Vegeta and Nappa, broke all his bones and went to Namek when he was better. He the trained on Yardrat for another two years, and came back, only to train for another three years. And he was told he was going to have heart problems.
During this time, Chi-Chi and Goku didn't really fuck. For one, Chi-Chi had barely seen him in 4 years, and was pissed off about the whole thing. The prospect of heart failure and the world possibly ending by androids want exactly a turn on. Needless to say, there was tension in the Son house.
Right before the Cell Games, Goku and Gohan, in Super Saiyan form, returned home for a week. One morning, Chi-Chi took the hover car out and came back with some interesting purchases, and kicked Gohan out. It seems that while Goku was absent from her life, she had spent some time reading, mostly trashy romance novels. Once she'd run out of those, Bulma hooked her up with some steamier ones and...
Well, let's just say Chi-Chi wasn't into vanilla any more. They had to keep giving Gohan errands to get him out of the house.
Of course, all good things must come to and end, and Goku died for another 7 years. Chi-Chi, convinced her husband was going to gone forever, voided the marriage. She don't move on, focusing on her raising her kids right instead. But she definitely thought about it, she told him one day, in a moment of vulnerability.
When he came back to fight Buu, and promised to stay, they quietly remarried, properly, with no tricks. They had four blissful years of sex and farm work.
Of course, Chi-Chi's body started getting older. With aches and pains, they found they weren't doing it as much as they were used to. And now, both of them pushing fifty and Goku still having the body and libido of a twenty year old, Bulma and Vegeta were opening their marriage.
While Goku didn't harbour romantic feelings towards either of his closest friends, he had to admit that they were both very attractive people and he would definitely do the sex with both of them. Vegeta even more so, because he was really strong and that was Goku's biggest turn on. He'd had to tuck his thing into his waistband many times during a fight, not just with Vegeta, but many of the people he'd fought. He supposed he fancied strong, muscular people. Moreso strong, muscular people who didn't want to destroy his home.
Only one other person knew about Goku's apparently bisexuality, and that was Krillin, years and years ago. His best friend joked about him getting turned on when he got excited about fighting and Goku didn't deny it.
"Wait, that's kind of... Y'know... gay." Krillin, still young and single (and bald) had once remarked.
"Huh? What's that?" Goku stopped doing his kata and looked over to his friend, who was resting.
"Gay. Liking guys. Or getting turned on by them."
Goku frowned. "Is 'gay' a bad thing?" He said, shrugging and starting the pattern again.
"Well, uh... No..." Krillin said, a bit uncomfortable, "But you've got a wife!"
"Yeah?"
Flustered, "Wait, so you like guys and girls?"
"...yeah?"
"I mean, get turned on by, not just friends."
Goku stopped again and thought about it. "I like... strength. I get... excited when I fight a strong person."
"Um??? Like who???"
Goku thought about his last greatest fight, in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament. "Piccolo Jr." He said and smiled, thinking fondly about his new nemesis, excited to fight him again.
Krillin nearly fell off his rock, "But... He's not even human???"
"He's human shaped, if you ignore the ears and antennas." Goku said, the beginnings of a blush dusting his cheeks.
"Goku!! You're married! You can't be thinking that!!" Krillin said.
"What's wrong with thinking it? Chi-Chi can't read my mind... Even though it sometimes seems like it." Goku grinned, scratching under his hair, "It's not like I'm gonna... do anything. Plus everything's fine with Chi-Chi." More than fine. Excellent even.
Krillin stared at him with a mix of horror and heavy skepticism. "O-okay. Wow. Just found out my best friend likes guys." He muttered.
"Don't you like guys?" Goku went to join him by the rock.
"No!!!!" Krillin practically shrieked, a little too quickly, "I don't like guys!! I like women! With big titties!"
"Huh. Is it wrong for me to like guys?"
Krillin sighed, "No, Goku. I just... think you should keep it to yourself. You're married to a woman. And you're not supposed to like anyone else."
And so, he tried to repress his feelings.
And now Bulma wanted to open her marriage.
Would Vegeta let her? Did he want to--
"Goku, sweetie, you've heardly touched your turnip mash. Is everything okay?"
Goku snapped back to reality, realising everyone was looking at him now. Not to lose face, he started shovelling cold mash into his mouth. "Mm... Yum." He forced himself to say.
Chi-Chi stared at him. Goku was hardly ever put off his food. Something must be wrong.
After dinner, while Gohan, Videl and Goten did the dishes, Chi-Chi pulled Goku aside. "What's wrong? You're moping."
There was no point in lying. She'd whip the truth out of him if he did. "Hey, uh, I was gonna bring it up later tonight, when we were alone," He started, leaning in to whisper, "It's about Bulma and Vegeta."
Chi-Chi gasped, "They're not separating, are they?"
"No! Well, uh..." Goku looked around, and nodded towards the bedroom. Once they were out of earshot, Goku spilled the beans in practically one breath.
Chi-Chi was stunned. "Hold on, let me see if I get this right... They're not breaking up, but they're going to open their marriage? And it wasn't Vegeta's idea? Because I always thought he was kind of a delinquent--"
"Could we open our marriage too?" Goku asked, taking her hands in his and begging with his eyes.
Chi-Chi didn't think she could be more surprised. "What???" She stepped back a bit, "You wanna... What?"
You could do that???
She shook her head, "Are you saying you want to cheat on me?"
"No!!! I mean, you're... Well, you're human, and you're getting on a bit--"
Chi-Chi had flames in her eyes. She locked the door. "Bend over and pull your gi down." She demanded in a half-whisper.
This wasn't an unfamiliar threat. This was how they sorted disputes sometimes.
Goku was lightning quick, obeying his mistress in a split second, his bare ass on display.
"You think I'm getting too old for you, huh?" She said, grabbing her hairbrush, the first thing that she had on hand.
"No, ma'am." Goku said with a gulp, cursing himself for saying something so stupid. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..." He trailed off as be felt the cool wood of the back of the brush smoothe over his cheeks. He forgot what he was going to say for a moment.
"Didn't mean to what?" Chi-Chi growled, and when he didn't answer a millisecond later, she hit his ass with a resounding THWACK!
Goku gasped, "Insinuate!! I didn't mean to Insinuate you were weak!"
Chi-Chi stopped, "But?" She prompted him, reaching out and raking her nails over the red spot she'd made.
Goku's cock was filling out between his legs. "But... You've been too tired and sore to do sex or play with me. We've been doing stuff less and less."
Chi-Chi paused and then gave him one last smack for good luck. Goku whimpered and pulled up his gi pants when she put the brush on the bed, signalling the punishment was over. "Its true." Chi-Chi said, sounding sad, "And it's not fair on you." She sat next to him on the bed. "I'd love to be younger again, but I'm also fine with being older and getting on with life. I'm just sad that I'm getting older and you're staying the same."
"Aw, Chi-Chi..." Goku said, sitting with her, wincing at the mild pain, "You know I'll always love you. Maybe we could use the dragon balls to make you younger."
Tempting. "I don't know. I'm very attached to the idea of retiring in a few years." She confessed, taking his hand.
They stared into each other's eyes. They had a kind of secret language too, through soft looks. He squeezed her hand gently. Things were uncertain right now.
"I'll think about it." Chi-Chi said, patting his thigh and going to stand, "I'm going to go get dessert ready."
"Uh, Chi-Chi..." Goku started, and then indicated to the huge tent in his loose gi, "Can I take care of it?"
Chi-Chi looked down, and then back up, "Hmm... No. But maybe I'll fuck you later." She touched his face and then winked, confirming her promise.
"Aww... Okay." Goku pouted playfully, watching her go. Guess he had to really focus on getting rid of his boner so he could have dessert. But the promise of doing sex really excited him! And dessert!
This was gonna take a while.
Chapter 5: Maybe, Baby
Summary:
Goku and Chi-Chi, er... Come to some conclusions. CN // restraints, chastity, gags
Notes:
I illustrated this chapter for GoChi week!
Chapter Text
Goku moaned around the gag, helplessly pulling against his (CC brand) restraints. The toy lodged deep into his hole vibrated loudly, and the metal cage around his cock was so tight that his flesh bulged through the spaces. Goku could escape from his confines at anytime, but he wanted to be good for his Mistress.
Chi-Chi folded washing. She'd told him that once she was finished, she might let him come. Maybe.
Goku didn't know how long he was going to last. While being restrained and plugged up at both ends was great, it wasn't enough to give him a decent orgasm, especially since the cock cage prevented him from getting hard. If he did come, it would be super unsatisfying and painful.
"Hmm... I forgot to iron Gohan's handkerchiefs." She said aloud, trying not to giggle.
"Mmph." Goku uttered weakly.
"You're right. I do have time. Unless you can convince me otherwise, of course."
He nodded enthusiastically.
Chi-Chi stood up and walked to the bed. She considered pausing to wipe some dust off the bedside table, but she'd tortured him enough. His cock was turning an unsightly shade of purple.
"Now, remember we have guests, so you can't be too loud." She said, unbuckling the the gag from behind his head and then very gently pulling the long gag out from his throat. He gagged, drool dripping from the corners of it's lips as it was removed, onto the bed.
"Thank you, ma'am." He whispered hoarsely.
Chi-Chi tsked as she wiped his lips with her thumb. "Lick up your mess and then maybe I'll listen." She said, sitting back down on her stool.
Goku licked his drool from the bed cover, using it as an opportunity to move his mouth around. When he was done, he looked up for her approval, panting softly.
"Hmm... A wet patch." Chi-Chi pretended to inspect it. "Okay, you may speak."
"Thank you, ma'am." He said, and cleared his throat, "I would love to please you, Mistress. Your pleasure is my number one priority."
"Thank you, Goku." Chi-Chi said, crossing her legs, "I'm fine at the moment. Seeing you like this is very nice. I'd like to talk about your idea. Do you think you can talk about it?"
Goku took a few moments to mentally check his body. "Can you change my restraints so I may kneel comfortably? Ma'am?" He managed. His hands were behind his back and he was kind of bent forward with his ass in the air.
Chi-Chi nodded and stood to unlock the manacles. Goku sat up in a more comfortable kneeling position and she put his hands in front of him, refastening them there. It would take a lot of willpower for Goku to not rut against his hands.
The shift also made the toy in his butt move and Goku let out a little whine at the sensation. Chi-Chi smiled sympathetically, petting his head. She checked on the vibrator settings. It was on the highest, so she turned it down to low.
Goku nearly sighed with relief.
"Now," Chi-Chi sat back down, eyeing her husband critically, "If we opened our marriage up, how would it work?"
"Um... I would do sex--"
"Use the correct wording!"
"Sorry! Have sex with other people. With your permission."
Chi-Chi leaned back, folding her arms, "That sounds like too much fun for you. Did you not think about what I'd like to do?"
Goku shook his head, "No, ma'am."
Chi-Chi tsked, "So selfish of you." And turned up the vibrator again, making Goku visibly flinch.
"You see, I think I should be getting some fun too." She continued, watching her husband writhe, "It doesn't have to be sex, of course. I'm not a horn dog like you."
Goku couldn't comment, too busy trying not to come.
"But... It's a nice idea. Maybe I could get another person to join us in the bedroom. Maybe someone with a big cock to fuck you while I watch..."
He couldn't control it anymore, bucking up against his wrists for some relief, any sort of relief. The idea was so hot, and that combined with the vibrator on his prostate... His back arched, hips shaking as come spilled onto the towel underneath him.
Chi-Chi had seen it coming. She smirked to herself, "Hmm, I didn't give you permission to come."
Goku felt a deep sense of shame, and as his body calmed down, he slumped slightly, lip wobbling. "I'm sorry, ma'am." He murmured, sounding like he was about to cry.
Chi-Chi turned off the toy and took off the cage as quick as she could without hurting him, and embraced him. He didn't cry, but he did appreciate the contact and words of praise and appreciation she whispered in his ear.
Eventually he calmed down enough for her to slowly pull the toy out of him. The flared base was the worst part, stretching his hole wide. He groaned, his cock twitching pathetically as he clenched around the exiting toy. His hole twitched around nothing, and he felt empty.
Even after years of abuse, Goku's ass looked and felt practically virginal, his body healing its elasticity after every session. Luckily he was so strong and resilient, and though everytime felt like the first time, he could handle it very well. Chi-Chi had been envious, but senzu beans had been pretty amazing for her own entrances, even after two children.
Kissing him, Chi-Chi set the toy aside and cleaned him up. When she decided he was okay to be left alone, she went and ran a bath for both of them. Under the stars with lots of kisses and cuddles.
"Did you really mean what you said?" Goku asked as she washed his hair, eyes closed and relaxing.
"About getting someone to join us?" Chi-Chi asked, running her fingers through his tangles, "I suppose... Takes a lot of the weight off my shoulders. And it'd be interesting to watch. I might get jealous though."
"I get that." Goku smiled to himself, "If it were the other way around, I'd probably be jealous too. I wonder how Vegeta felt when Bulma talked to him about it."
Chi-Chi rinsed his hair, pouring water onto it. "You... Like Vegeta, don't you..." It was less of a question, but not really an accusation. They saw each other every other day, and they trained. They touched each other a lot, even if it was with punched and kicks. She remembered him feeling frisky when they used to spar, so she could imagine the two of them... Touching... Rutting like animals...
"Yeah." Goku admitted, aloud, for the first time. They'd danced around the subject before, especially since Goku liked things up his butt.
Making sure the suds were out of Goku's hair, she gave him one last rinse before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, embracing him. "Maybe I could talk to Bulma." She suggested in his ear, causing him to turn bright pink.
"R-really?" Goku stammered, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Like he was about to fight someone really strong.
"I trust them... Even if that Vegeta character is a bit of a hot shot bad boy." Chi-Chi rolled her eyes and started washing his back.
Goku laughed, "He is... But it's fun to beat him."
"I reckon we could take him down a notch." She said, and joined in his laughter.
Chapter 6: A Brief Family Interlude
Summary:
Just a cute vignette that occurs one the same night as the previous two chapters, but felt too cute to be tacked on to the end of the last one.
Chapter Text
Vegeta eyed his opponent.
"Hm. You may think you're the greatest Saiyan warrior..." He growled, his voice low and challenging, "But did you know... You have toes??"
Bulla gurgled in delight, shrieking as her father grabbed her foot and tickled it.
"Hm. Your weaknesses are apparent. Let's count them, shall we? One... Two..."
"Vegeta!!"
He nearly dropped his child as he heard his wife's voice. Reflexively, he didn't want anyone to see him play ridiculous games with his youngest, but he supposed he didn't have to hide the fact that he was fond of her. Especially when she was quiet.
"What?" He called back, putting Bulla back in her bouncy chair (CC brand).
Bulma came into the lounge, dressed up to the nines. She'd pinned her fringe back into a fabulous quiff, with age defying make up and a simple but sexy black dress and heels. "Ta-da!" She said, posing against the doorframe.
Vegeta's eyes widened. She looked amazing. He was also instantly jealous. "You look great." He said, but he wasn't smiling, betraying his feelings.
"Aw, you've seen me dressed up like this before. Nothing new, right?" She said as she approached them.
Bulla instantly reached out for her mother with a 'buh!!'. "Yes! Mama's pretty!" Bulma said, leaning down and pretending to eat her hand as she picked her up.
"He better be amazing, or he doesn't deserve to have you." Vegeta mumbled, and then relented, "He's gotta have you home by midnight, or I'm going to hunt you both down--"
"It's fine! It's just dinner and dancing. I'll let you know how it's going, okay?" She said, kissing Bulla. "Are you sure you don't want me to get a sitter? I can get Gohan, or Tights, or... Heck, do I have Piccolo's number?"
"I am perfectly capable." Vegeta said, even if Bulla squirmed in his grip and reached for her mother again.
"Okay..." She said, beginning to have second thoughts, "... Chi-Chi's number is on the fridge. Mom should be around too, just yell for her if you need to--"
"I said I'm perfectly capable!!!"
"Okay, okay!!" Bulma said, kissing him on the cheek, no doubt leaving a big red mark, "Don't wait up."
Vegeta watched his wife leave. A part of him wished that he cared enough to take her out on extravagant outings. He'd accompanied her to many events. He'd gotten bored very quickly. Humans had such inane conversations and forms of entertainment.
Speaking of...
He looked down at his opponent. "Hm. I see you are defenseless. It would be a shame if someone... Ate your foot!!!"
Bulla screeched with laughter.
Okay, maybe he would be fine.
Chapter 7: Up All Night
Summary:
Bulma has a big night out, but not with her date.
Chapter Text
Bulma waited at the bar. She couldn't spot Denim anywhere, and he was twenty minutes late. It was probably too good to be true - the longer Bulma waited, the more she wondered if she'd been stood up.
Ten minutes and two shots later, someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned around, expecting to see the young model of her dreams... But only saw disappointment.
"Hi, you're Lingerie33? You look amazing!" Denim asked. Denim was, for one, obviously wearing a toupé. Secondly, he was a lot older, shorter and pudgier than his profile pic seemed.
Oh, hell no.
"Hi. Um. You're Denim?" She said, and she couldn't help but screw her nose up a bit.
"Oh, uh... Yeah. Sorry, my profile pics are from a few years ago." He admitted sheepishly, "I used to model, but now I'm accountant."
Bulma needed a cigarette. She took out her vape. "So, how long have you been an account for?" She asked, taking a long drag.
"Oh, nearly fifteen years?" Denim shrugged, "Hey, are you Bulma Briefs? Your profile pics didn't have any faces, but I managed to do a search and it looks like some were taken near Capsule Corp."
Bulma didn't want to hear anymore. She was too hot to be talking to a guy who lied and then stalked her a little. "Okay, buddy, I'm gonna stop you right there." She said, holding her hand up, "Unless your salary is seven figures, I don't think this date should continue."
"Actually, I think 86k is a pretty modest--"
She didn't stick around. God, and it was only early, she didn't want to go home just yet! She left the bar and took her phone out. Surely someone could come out and go dancing. It was past the Son's bed time, so she couldn't call them... Whis only ever contacted her, not the other way around... Yamcha was still labelled 'Do Not Call'... She wondered...
The phone rang.
"Hello?" 18 answered, sounding more bored than tired, which was a good sign.
"Hi! Bulma here. You weren't asleep were you?"
"Ugh. No." 18 said, "I'm with my brother and his family. If you don't ever hear from me again, I've drunk the vegan kool-aid. Please avenge my death."
"...you don't wanna ditch them and come dancing?"
"Oh, fuck yeah, give me half an hour. You in West City?"
Bulma went to a food stall and grabbed something greasy to eat. She ignored looks as she stood in between clubs and ate dumplings, and she made a mental note to tell Whis about the place. Unless it was the tequila talking.
What would Whis be like on tequila?
18 landed next to her, a half drunk bottle of wine in hand. She looked amazing, even after flying a few hundred miles to get here.
"Remind me never to fly in a low cut dress. My tits kept popping out." 18 muttered as she adjusted said breasts into her sparkly pink number.
"Thanks for coming. I just had the worst almost date." She said as 18 handed over the bottle. She sipped from it and shivered, it was slushy from the cold troposphere.
"Date?" 18 looked up, pausing, "What happened to Vegeta?"
Bulma got a little bit of a thrill, licking her lips to hide a grin, "He's at home with the kids."
18's eyes widened, and she seemed to be working someone out. "Wait, are you guys polyamorous?" She asked, and she seemed more fascinated than shocked.
"If you wanna put a label on it, sure. We're trying something out." Bulma said, handing back the bottle.
The stony faced blonde broke out in a rare smile. "Okay, you just got ten times more cooler, Bulma Briefs. You have to tell me all about it."
Bulma laughed, "Drinks and dancing first. Then I'll dish out the details."
--
The two women proceeded to get sloppy drunk. Since money wasn't a problem, drinks were plentiful and expensive. They went to as many venues as they could get into, hanging off each other and bribing their way past bouncers.
Make-up upset and hairdos undone, they ended up in a karaoke room at 4am, just the two of them. Finally, Bulma was letting 18 in on the details.
"That's amazing." 18 said, having to lean on the table because she could barely keep her head up. "I wish Krillin was that adventurous. We just roleplay to keep things interesting." She said.
"Vegeta would never do that." Bulma said, lolling her head to the side, "What kind of roleplay?"
"Oh, you know... I'm a cop, and I arrest him... I'm a cheerleader and he's a coach... He's The Great Saiyaman..." 18 counted off on her fingers, "It's pretty lame, but it keeps things fun."
Bulma burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, I'm just... What? Great Saiyaman roleplay?" She said, wiping her eyes, smudging her makeup further.
"It works! We also have pretended to be strangers and meet at bars." 18 said, not offended at her laughter in the slightest.
"Oh. Oh, that's kinda hot. I'd do that." Bulma said, pouring more sake.
"Mm, yeah, and then we do it in a bathroom stall." 18 said with a look of nostalgia.
Bulma took a sip of sake, "We used to bang in the changing rooms to keep shopping interesting." She confessed, offering 18 a cup.
18 did the whole thing like a shot, "Before I got with Krillin, I used to fantasize about sleeping with girls." She said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. Even completely wasted, she still looked gorgeous.
Now that was a confession. "Have you ever?" Bulma asked, fascinated.
"Nope. Didn't get a chance. Pretty much got with Krillin straight away." She said, a far off look on her face as she remembered. But she didn't want to unpack her past trauma, so she changed the subject, "Women are gorgeous. Even you, and you're like... Twice my age."
"Oh my god, I am not. I'm not even 50." Bulma whined, pushing at 18's shoulder playfully. 18 laughed.
"I'm pretty sure if I asked Krillin, he'd be the type to say 'lesbian sex isn't cheating'. But he'd probably want to watch." 18 said, giving Bulma a suggestive wink.
Bulma thought about it. 18 was beautiful, but she didn't think she'd enjoy sex with a woman. And she didn't want Krillin anywhere near her in a sexual setting. "Mm, pass. Although I did think of sleeping with Krillin once. But Gohan was there and it would have been risky. And weird."
"Man, you missed out." 18 pulled a face, but she wasn't uncomfortable, "Although I've wondered what Vegeta would be like in the sack."
Bulma grinned, "He's an animal. Would Krillin let you fuck him?"
"Pfft. Nah. Not without being involved in some way. And then he'd get weird and clingy. Krillin, not Vegeta." 18 clarified, but then thought of something. "Okay, so you got all these dates lined up, what's Vegeta gonna do? Or who."
Bulma shrugged, "You know what? He's been pretty adamant that he doesn't wanna sleep with anyone else. But I'm pretty sure he's got a crush on Goku."
"No shit. Goku's gorgeous. Everyone should have a crush on Goku." 18 said, "What about you?"
"Hmm..." Bulma played with the rim of her sake cup. "I dunno. I mean, he's hot, you'd have to be blind not to notice that. I always thought he was cute, especially when he grew up. But he was off limits. And I love Chi-Chi like a sister. I don't wanna fuck anything up for her."
"Bulma..." 18 said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "You're so cool. I'm glad you invited me out."
"Aww, thanks 18. You're really cool too." Bulma said, and then chuckled, "Okay. One last drink because I'm really drunk. And then we should go home."
18 grabbed the sake bottle. "To good friends and good sex." She toasted.
"Amen, sister."
--
Bulma and 18, heels off, snuck into Capsule Corp, giggling and shushing each other. It wasn't like her dad or Vegeta was going to tell them off for coming home before dawn, she was a grown woman who could do what she pleased.
She set 18 up in a spare room, where the android passed out. She made sure she knew where the ensuite bathroom was, just in case she needed to throw up at some point.
Bulma needed some water and something to eat before bed, so she went to the living area. The television was on, volume low enough for both Vegeta and Bulla to sleep peacefully, passed out on the couch. The sight of them together made her heart swell.
"You're home late." Vegeta opened an eye.
"Sorry..." She whispered, "Can you put Bulla to bed?"
"Fine." He said, sitting up slowly. He sniffed the air between them, "You're drunk."
"Yeah. I'm gonna take the morning off." She said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, inspecting available leftovers. Ugh. There was nothing she wanted.
"Fair enough. How was your date?"
Bulma obviously had made a face, because Vegeta smirked knowingly. "Can we talk about it in the morning? I'm so tired." She said, and then yawned on cue.
Bulla stirred in his arms, and they both froze. She settled again, and her parents decided it was best to put her to bed before they continued this conversation.
By the time Vegeta joined Bulma in the bedroom, she was snoring. Vegeta put her water bottle within reach and made sure there was a bucket next to the bed, just in case. She'd managed to unzip her dress and take her bra off, a commendable feat in this state. He pulled the blankets up around her neck.
Even if his wife stank like a brewery and looked like she had stumbled home backwards through a bush, he looked at her with the same amount of fondness and love he had always felt for her.
...He was still gonna give her shit in the morning.
Chapter 8: Oh, Daddy
Summary:
Morning routine with Vegeta and Bulla. Vegeta learns a bit more about women.
Chapter Text
Bulma snored loudly. She hadn't used the bucket, which was impressive, but she'd completely drained the water bottle. Vegeta had already woken, changed and fed his youngest and sent the oldest off to school. Neither task was hard to do, and even though he wouldn't admit it, child wrangling wasn't a bother.
He even mussed up Trunks' hair with a fond smile. Didn't flinch when the boy said "Love you, dad!" as he flew away.
Years ago, he would have never allowed himself to show such weakness, but fourteen years of human marriage had changed him. To cope, he fantasized about blowing up the world sometimes. He reminded himself how easy it would be just throw a ki blast at the floor.
After saving his wife and children first.
And his rival. And his children. Possibly his spouse, solely on the fact that she must be some sort of mad woman to marry Kakarot, and he secretly admired that.
Yeah, he was soft.
He sighed and left his wife to recover, not before touching her face adoringly. He couldn't help himself. His mate was a fierce woman and he admired her so much.
Was that love?
Bulla woke up from her mid morning nap with a grating cry before he could mull over his feelings. Bulma groaned and turned over, putting her head under her pillow.
Time to be a parent. He picked Bulla up by the leg and she stopped crying, latching into his arm and climbing up to his shoulder. She'd picked that up instinctively, and he was both proud at how quickly she was learning and sickened at how cute she was.
"Alright. What do you want." Vegeta asked, finally relenting and holding her before her weak muscles gave out.
"Ba!" She said, reaching towards the mini fridge by her crib.
"Of course." Vegeta said, bending over and taking out the bottle of formula, pressing the button so it warmed itself to perfection. His wife was a fucking genius. Soon Bulla was chugging away.
Vegeta took the time to get his own breakfast, burping his child as he fussed around the kitchen. After he ate, he picked up the phone and dialled his mother in law. "Your grandchild is fed. Come pick her up." He said when she answered.
"Oh, I can't today, I'm getting my nails done, and then I'm going--"
He hung up, dialling the old man. "Is my gravity room fixed?"
"Sorry, Vegeta, I haven't had a chance to--"
Fuck. "Get onto it!" Vegeta yelled into the phone and nearly threw it, but Bulma had told him he could only have one phone replacement a month.
"Ba!" Bulla said, and then finally burped.
"That's right." Vegeta muttered, and then sensed Kakarot's ki coming closer. Hn. That worked with his current predicament, but what to do with the child?
Opening the sliding door to the balcony, he stepped out just as his rival touched down.
"Hey Vegeta! Oh, hey Bulla!" Goku said, leaning down to greet her. Bulla squealed with delight, holding her hands out to be held by the taller man.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Here." Vegeta looked heavenwards and thrust the child upon Goku.
"Babysitting today?" Goku pointed out the obvious, and Vegeta turned back inside to get her belongings, "Doesn't Bulma or Mrs. Briefs usually watch Bulla at this time?"
"Both women are indisposed." Vegeta said, finding the dreaded 'diaper bag with harness' (CC brand) and filling it with supplies, "The child will have to observe."
"Heh, guess we'll have to be careful." Goku teased, letting Bulla climb onto his head.
Vegeta zipped the bag up so fast it nearly broke, turning to the other Saiyan. "If you're insinuating that you're going to hold back on me--"
"Of course not!" Goku waved his hands, wincing as Bulla tugged on his hair.
Vegeta paused, watching Bulla interact with Kakarot. The corners of his mouth threatened to twitch and he felt a sort of... complex emotion, one he only felt when he watched Bulma and his children in those soft, quiet moments... The scene was...
"Vegeta? Are you okay?"
Gods, he still had a crush on the stupid idiot, and now he was thinking about how cute he looked as he played with his kid. "Shut up." He said, mostly to his brain, suppressing the thoughts.
"Give me the child. We're taking a transport, because she isn't ready for flight yet." He said, strapping the harness to himself and holding his arm out for his daughter.
Goku picked Bulla up gently with one hand and handed her back, "Pan can fly." He said, with a proud smile, "Maybe Bulla can too!"
"Your granddaughter can fly as fast as a mosquito. We can outrun jet planes. I am not subjecting my infant to those conditions just yet." Vegeta grumbled as he strapped Bulla to his chest, an act she did not want to cooperate with. "Besides, she can fly. She's my daughter."
Bulla was slapping at Vegeta's hands and started crying as she was practically swaddled, and Goku frowned in sympathy. "Oh! Is Bulma okay?" He asked, remembering their conversation, "...are you and Bulma okay?"
Vegeta bristled at the topic, shooting Goku a glare, "Did you purposefully wait for me to put myself in a literal vulnerable position to ask that?"
"No, it's just that you said Bulma was indisposed--"
"Ugh, do you know how loud you two are?" A freshly showered Android 18 came into the lounge, wearing a pink dress and carrying her heels in one hand.
Goku and Vegeta were both equally confused as to why the blonde cyborg had joined them, and why she was in this condition. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Vegeta said, covering Bulla's eyes.
"I was drinking with your wife, you colossal asshole." 18 said with a growl, heading over to the sink and drinking from the faucet.
Vegeta looked to Goku who shrugged. He supposed it made sense, Bulma hadn't had the chance to tell him about her date.
"Did you want a ride home?" Goku offered, "Flying after drinking is probably not a good idea, and we are taking a capsule thing."
"What?" Vegeta got instantly defensive, feeling like 18 was encroaching on... their pre-spar commute?
"Oh man, yes please. Can we go through a drive through? I need breakfast. And a coffee." 18 said, wiping her chin.
Goku looked to Vegeta and grinned, "I could eat!"
Vegeta couldn't believe this, "No! I just ate! And we're dropping you off at the nearest bus station!" He said through clenched teeth, trying not to upset his daughter further.
"And let me go home alone? Looking like this?" 18 gestured to herself.
"Woman, I have seen you destroy literal cities." Vegeta rubbed the bridge of his nose, close to losing his shit, "Fucking, fine! Anything else anyone want to say while my daughter's position prevents me from killing them?"
Goku said nothing, but you could tell he wanted to.
"I threw up in your shower." 18 supplied, not very helpfully.
Goku let out a snort of laughter and Vegeta gave him a look that could definitely kill. "Come on. It'll be fun. And 18 can tell us all about her night." Goku said, putting his hand on Vegeta's shoulder.
Vegeta slapped his hand away, "Kakarot, you can just teleport her home."
"Yeah, then I'll throw up again."
Vegeta looked to the android, "I'm sorry, that sounds like a you problem."
"Aw, come on..."
--
And that's how Vegeta found himself ordering a second breakfast and listening to 18 wax poetic about his wife.
"I kinda wish she was my wife. You're pretty lucky." 18 said, hanging over the back of the passenger side chair so she could make her order.
"You can't have her." Vegeta grumbled, wiping his hand over his face, the other hand threatening to break the steering wheel. Might as well use this opportunity to learn more about his wife. "So why did she call you? If her date went so horribly, why didn't she come home?" He asked, looking over at Kakarot briefly, who was completely enthralled in 18's story.
"I'm her friend, aren't I? Who else is she going to call? Chi-Chi?"
"Naw, we were sleeping at that time." Goku supplied.
"See?"
"No, you're... fucking... missing the point. Why did she stay out? Did she want to meet another man?" Vegeta sighed as he pulled over after paying the bill.
"No..?" 18 sat back in her seat, and seemed to think over the question before continuing, "She was dressed up, and she didn't wanna waste all that effort on nothing. She wanted to have fun."
"Getting trashed, doing karaoke and coming home before sunrise is your idea of fun?" Vegeta turned around in his seat and stared at her. Bulla was asleep in the car seat (CC brand) next to the android.
"Well, almost. Coulda robbed a bank or something." 18 said with a smirk, and rolled her window down to accept her black coffee.
Goku's eyes lit up with interest, "Aw, the Great Saiyaman coulda come 'n' stopped ya!"
"Right??"
The fast food workers brought out a few dozen paper bags and started loading it into the capsule car. Ugh, finally. Time to drop 18 off so they could finally spar.
--
Krillin was waiting for them, but was suprised to see his wife with Vegeta and Goku in a capsule car. "Oh! Hi! I didn't expect you to drop her off... like this..." He said, as 18 practically tumbled out of the side of the transport.
"It's okay. I've had coffee." 18 stage-whispered, and took Krillin's hand to steady herself.
Vegeta didn't want to stick around, starting the car again. "Bye! See you soon!" Goku called out the window as they flew off.
"Huh... That was weird." Krillin said, watching the yellow ship fly off.
"They're totally going to bone." 18 declared, swaying, and promptly threw up on the sidewalk.
--
Chapter 9: Too Much Information
Summary:
A spar is cut short.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Vegeta and Goku found a huge field with no dangerous monsters or tall trees or ravines a baby could fall into. They set Bulla down on the green grass and took to the skies.
It only took five minutes for both of them to realise that the other was distracted.
"Vegeta, you're really slow today-" Goku pointed out, dodging his attacks easily.
"And you're not taking this seriously!" Vegeta got a punch in finally.
Goku recoiled, rubbing his cheek. "Fine. You want serious?" He challenged, hair and eyes flashing red. But not blue, because he was not calm of mind.
Vegeta smirked, following suit, "That's more like it!"
Soon, kicks and punches weren't cutting it. They seemed to be both out for blood, letting out their frustrations against one another. Neither of them relented, slamming each other against mountains and creating craters in the earth (all far away from Bulla).
Of course, this fierce fighting was going to attract attention. Piccolo picked up the ki spikes and came to make sure they weren't actually killing each other. Instead he found Bulla, who had helped herself to the diaper bag and was now wearing one of her spare diapers as a hat.
Sensing Piccolo, Goku stopped, and then started waving. "Hey! Piccolo! Wanna come spar with us?!" He called down from the clouds.
Vegeta growled, not welcoming the distraction at all, all puffed up and frustrated like a cat on edge. He quietly watched his rival power down and go to greet the Namekian, reluctantly following suit.
"You both know that I can't keep up with you two." Piccolo said, and then nodded to Bulla, "Can't find a babysitter?"
Vegeta snorted, "Are you offering?"
"Fuck no. I'm practically a second father to Pan." Piccolo crossed his arms, and then watched as Bulla started crawling towards him, climbing up his leg.
"You're a really good dad, though. Better than me!" Goku said.
Vegeta bristled visibly, "Stop playing modest, Kakarot. You've got two perfectly adequate children."
"And you seemed to have forgotten the fact I kidnapped Gohan." Piccolo added, and then squinted at Vegeta, "... Was that a compliment?"
"What? No, Kakarot needs to drop the idiot act." Vegeta said defensively, his face heating up.
Goku giggled, "Well... Chi-Chi did all the work." He said, inwardly gushing over the attention.
Piccolo was still staring at Vegeta. Bulla was trying to get her footing on Piccolo's waist. "So... I heard you and Bulma are getting therapy from Dende." He said with a smirk.
Vegeta tensed, "W-what? Who...? That is none of your fucking business, Namek!" He spat, feeling the blood rush from his face, "In fact, you can fuck off and leave me and Kakarot alone!"
Piccolo and Goku were both gawking at Vegeta. "Huh. So you're his keeper now? Who knew." Piccolo snorted and picked Bulla up off his waist gently and set her down. "Fine. See you at the lookout when you get your couples counseling." He teased, going to fly off.
"Get fucked!!!" Vegeta screamed at him, and then felt Goku staring at him. "...what?!"
"Um..." Goku rubbed his nose, "Did you want a break for a while?"
"No, I want to kick your ass!" Vegeta sighed, frustrated, "I suppose we can eat that fast food we still have."
The three of them sat down on the lush grass. Bulla attempted to eat a few french fries but was more interested in mushing them between her fingers.
"So what was Bulma doing last night, huh?" Goku teased, and Vegeta flicked a pickle at his forehead.
"I said it's none of your business." Vegeta muttered, reassembling his now pickle less cheeseburger.
"Come on. It's distracting you. Might as well talk about it to get it all out." Goku said, peeling the pickle off his forehead and adding it to his own burger.
"The ketchup on your forehead is more distracting." Vegeta tried to change the subject, but sighed, shaking his head, "Kakarot, this wasn't intended to be public knowledge, but if you must know, then Bulma and I are opening our marriage." He said, avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, so you did? Lucky!!!" Goku said with big interested eyes, "Chi-Chi said that she was going to consider it too! She said she'd want to watch--" he stopped himself, blushing, "Whoops, that's too much information."
Vegeta considered getting up and leaving. How did everyone know about their decision? Bulma didn't know the meaning of discretion, obviously. But this was interesting news, if Kakarot and his mate had similar notions. A little spark of hope ignited deep in his stomach, and he was quick to squash it down again. But he couldn't help but wonder....
"She wants to watch what, Kakarot? Tell me. Does your wife want to watch you fuck other people?" He said, voice low and teasing.
Goku looked a bit panicked at that, "Hey, Bulla, look at that pretty butterfly!" He said suddenly, pointing out said insect.
"Kakarot..." Vegeta sing-songed in warning, leaning in closer, "We're friends, aren't we?"
"Y-yes?" Goku gulped, feeling a bit funny, like when Bulma asked him who he'd fuck.
"Then tell me. Or do you need me to block my infant daughter's ears?"
"Um... Chi-Chi wants to watch me get fucked by another guy." Goku said, and then pressed his lips together, feeling rather exposed at that confession.
Vegeta's jaw dropped. "Wow." He said, feeling heat suddenly pool in his groin. The idea of Goku getting fucked by another male that wasn't him made him both turned on and jealous. But that was cancelled out by the rememberence that that idea was completely and utterly insane and probably not a good one. Things were already complicated with Kakarot as it was.
"Uh-huh... " He said, and it was his turn to avoid eye contact.
"Did you," Vegeta cleared his throat, "Did you have anyone in mind?"
Goku looked up, opened his mouth to say something but stared past Vegeta. "Bulla."
"...What??"
"No, Vegeta, look at Bulla!" Goku pointed over his shoulder at the toddler, who was floating above the ground, giggling and trying to catch a butterfly.
"Hah! Of course!!!" Vegeta said, standing up and joining his daughter, grabbing her and holding her hands as she floated through the air, "And she's younger than when Pan started!"
Goku exhaled, grateful for the distraction. Vegeta had looked... hungry, but not for food. He didn't know what would happen if the conversation continued down it's path. His gi was beginning to get tight in the groin area, and it would have definitely betrayed him. The idea of having Vegeta join him and Chi-Chi in bed wasn't exactly unwelcome, but it was scary, but exciting? And the look on Vegeta's face and the way he leaned in and dropped his voice... It reminded him of Chi-Chi before she initiated 'play time'.
"I'm ending the sparring session to go brag to my wife." Vegeta said, picking up all their belongings that Bulla had thrown everywhere, and activating the capsule car, "I'll probably be keen to continue tomorrow, unless my gravity chamber has been prepared."
"Oh, okay." Goku said, watching him before standing up, "I think I'll go find Piccolo then."
Vegeta couldn't help himself now. The spike of jealousy that went through him was too much to ignore. He stepped forward into Goku's space.
"Don't fuck the Namekian." He demanded, poking him in the chest.
"Huh?" Goku's eyebrows shot up, "Uh... I wasn't, but... Why not?"
Vegeta growled, pulling him down by his gi, snarling in his face, "Tell me, Kakarot, have you let anyone fuck you besides your wife?"
Oh Kami, Vegeta was really close, and if he pressed closer, he was gonna feel something hard that definitely wasn't muscle. Goku licked his bottom lip and shook his head.
"Good. Because you're my rival. Got it?" Vegeta said, nostrils flaring and chest heaving with each breath. God, he could just throw him down and take him, and Kakarot would definitely let him. He stood up on his toes--
"Ba!! Bleh!" Bulla said, and started spitting out something. Ah, so she'd caught the butterfly.
Vegeta let go of him, and Goku stumbled back a bit. Vegeta let his eyes wander up and down, lingering on his crotch. Oh yes, that little interaction had an effect. Good.
"Down, boy." He said with a knowing smile, plucking Bulla from the sky and leaving in the capsule car.
Goku watched him leave and sat back in the long grass, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Wow." He said to the blue sky and then grinned. Life was getting very interesting.
Notes:
Hi, sorry I'm so shit at writing fighting stuff. Also I'm unsure about the super saiyan god/blue form stuff. Looking for someone to help with that sort of stuff/beta read!
Chapter 10: Pride
Summary:
Vegeta and Bulma take advantage of nap time. (VegeBul smut time!)
Chapter Text
Bulma had gotten up (enough to shower and put on a robe) and eaten breakfast, after checking to see if 18 had left. Vegeta wasn't home, and Bulla's diaper bag was gone, so she assumed someone had her, and judging by the state of the bottle fridge and diaper packets, as if someone hastily packed them, Bulma assumed Vegeta had taken Bulla with him on whatever errands or training he was doing that morning.
She smiled to herself. The fact that her husband was being a good dad always surprised her after fourteen years. It took him a while to figure out Trunks, and how human parenting worked, although there was definitely some sort of Saiyan influence in his style that was... Amusing. Such as picking Bulla up by the leg, not being afraid to smell a dirty child to see if they needed changing, and one time, Trunks came home with headlice, and Vegeta diligently groomed him with a fine tooth comb and his fingers.
She did worry, though, if her kids were going to be feral, grubby children... But Future Trunks had turned out to be a very well groomed individual, so her worries were for naught.
It was after lunch when Vegeta returned home with Bulla, who was due for a nap.
"Good! You're up! Guess who can fly??" Vegeta said, bursting into the room excitedly, holding up the cranky baby.
Bulma wrinkled her nose, "Guess who needs a change... I thought you took the diaper bag!"
"Never mind that!" Vegeta said hastily, "Bulla can fly, beating Kakarot's grandchild by a months!"
"Wow. Gimme that baby." Bulma rolled her eyes, but Vegeta was really excited, so she gave him a smile to humour him, "I bet you're proud!"
Vegeta practically shoved the baby into her hands. "Change her. Meet me in the bedroom." He said, and then strode off, very proud indeed.
"Hmph." Bulma said, doing just that. If Vegeta wanted her in the bedroom, he wasn't off to a good start. Luckily, she was easy to convince.
After changing a half asleep child and taking her through to their ensuite for a nap, Bulma met Vegeta after his shower. "She's completely knocked out." Bulma said, standing at the foot of the bed, watching him run the towel over his body, "Maybe I should let you take her sparring more often."
"I think Kakarot's eldest's whelp and Bulla should start training." He said, tossing the towel aside and kneeling on the bed, crawling towards his wife. "How hungover are you?" He asked, opening her robe and kissing her stomach.
"Not so much..." She replied, running her fingers through his hair. Vegeta made a soft noise of appreciation, kissing lower, inhaling her scent through her underwear.
"You've stopped smoking." He teased, sitting up and tugging her onto the bed.
"I'm still vaping..." She smirked with a shrug and lay down in the pile of decorative pillows at the headboard.
"Better than that horrible tobacco plant." Vegeta parted her thighs. She was wearing plain cotton underwear, so he just... Ripped the gusset open.
"Hey! I liked tho--hnnh..." Bulma trailed off as Vegeta started licking her cunt. He gripped her thighs and ran his tongue up and down her folds, lapping her up. She'd trained him well, shown him what she liked, so he could always make her come undone with his mouth.
As he sucked on her clit and flicked it with his tongue, he started rolling his hips, humping the bed slowly. Bulma noticed. "Do you wanna jerk yourself off or did you want me to sit on your face?" Bulma asked, not wanting Vegeta to suffer too much.
Vegeta pulled away with a wolfish grin, lying down on his back next to her. His cock was hard, thick and well in proportion for his size, the head glistening with precome. If that wasn't an invitation...
Bulma straddled her husband's face. She rolled her hips so she dragged her pussy over his tongue, teasing herself before sitting down on his mouth. Vegeta tongue fucked her, his moans muffled. She then leaned forward, letting him breathe, crawling down his body to stroke his cock.
Vegeta loved the view of his wife's perfect ass and cunt, and her breasts pressing up against him. She was so wet for him and bed barely touched her. He moaned as she started jerking him off and then took him into her mouth. She then wiggled her hips in a 'dont forget about me' way.
Licking his thumb, he pressed it into her and started sucking on her clit again. She squeezed around him, and he could gauge how close she was by those little contractions and how wet she was getting. It was kind of like a game of skill, and he was great at it.
Bulma also prided in herself how good she was at giving head, especially when she had the world's best lover distracting her. She took Vegeta in her throat, letting him fuck it. He loved to feel her gag around him and how slippery her saliva got. She was squeezing around his thumb now.
Suddenly, Bulma pulled away from Vegeta's probing mouth, a silent signal for him to get back and focus on her clit. Her legs were shaking as Vegeta's fingers moved so fast they were practically vibrating. She cried out (thank Kami for sound proof walls) and squirted all over Vegeta's chest and neck. This wasn't unusual, most of the time it was his thighs that got the treatment.
Moving his trembling wife, he grabbed his towel and dried himself off, and then pulled Bulma towards him by the hips. She moaned, low, into the pillows as Vegeta fucked into her slowly. She always felt fucking amazing.
When she wasn't making enough noise, Vegeta slapped her ass, making her shriek. When she was spending too much time with her head in the blankets, he'd gently pull her up but the roots of her hair. This was completely fine, all negotiated in the past. She was a tough girl, and she'd know when to tap out, but since she'd had a rough night, he was going easy on her.
Soon the sounds of skin on skin echoed through the air. Bulma was on her side, one arm bracing herself, the other reaching out to her husband. He took her thumb into his mouth and sucked on it, moaning at the oral sensation.
Would a cock feel just as good in his mouth? On his tongue? On his lips?
"Vegeta..." Bulma panted, reaching down to rub her clit again with her free hand. He grabbed her leg, and if he got it right and pulled out--yeah, she'd come all over his cock like a high pressure hose, howling like a woman possessed.
Fuck, he loved his wife. He pushed into her again. He wasn't gonna last now, thinking of sucking cock and having his wife come like that definitely got him riled up.
Getting on top of her, he rutted into her, and she clung onto him for dear life. She kept uttering little 'oh yeah's and 'fuck's of encouragement. Vegeta loved marking Bulma with his come, and vice versa, so when he came, he pulled out and pumped his cock, splattering her cunt with his claim. They owned each other.
Calming down, both of them panting, Vegeta lay down beside her and pulled her close. "Fuck." Bulma reiterated, smoothing her hair off her face, "I think I'm going to need a nap."
"Or another shower at least." Vegeta murmured into the back of her head.
"That too." Bulma tittered, playing with his come between her legs, "I almost wish you could knock me up again."
A snort. "Not for another seven years."
"Hm... I might not be as fertile then."
Vegeta opened his eyes. Ah yes. The worries of having a mortal wife. "I'm fine with what we have." He said after a while.
"Mm. Me too." Bulma said, yawning as she got comfortable, and eventually the two of them joined Bulla in the land of sleep.
Chapter 11: Show Me
Summary:
Goku rushes home with good news. (now it's time for GoChi smut!! Cw: toys, fingering, orgasm denial )
Chapter Text
Goku flew home, not bothering to seek of Piccolo. Nope, he was too hot and bothered, and he really needed to talk to Chi-Chi.
"Slacking off?" Chi-Chi asked as soon as Goku came through the door, "I saw you weren't out in the fields this morning!"
"Sorry!! I'll do my job this afternoon, but I gotta talk to you!" He said hastily, going over to his wife and kissing the back of her neck, "I figured something out!"
Chi-Chi sighed, stopping her dinner preparation, and then let out a low moan at the kisses. "Goku! Stop trying to distract me!" She said, batting his hands away and turning around in his arms. He looked like an excited kid. "What's up with you?" She asked, wiping dirt off his shirt.
"I wanna fuck Vegeta." Goku said proudly, beaming.
Chi-Chi blinked rapidly. "Yes, we established that." She said, patting his chest, "And be careful about saying that too loud. Trunks and Goten are about."
"Oh. Okay, well I think he wants to fuck me!" Goku said, standing back to give Chi-Chi space. "Because he said I wasn't allowed to fuck Piccolo, even though I totally wasn't going to fuck Piccolo. And he got all snarly and in my face."
Chi-Chi stared at him as she let her mind wander. Okay, Piccolo she would be fine with, actually. And Vegeta, she had to admit. In fact, the idea made her throb between her legs. But she wasn't completely okay with them fucking just yet. She still wanted to talk to Bulma.
"That's uh... Hmm. Okay, well let me arrange a time for me to talk to..." She began but then Goku got down on his knees and lifted up her skirt. "What are you doing?"
"Um... I can tell that you're excited." He said, voice getting muffled as he pulled her panties down and started lapping at her with his tongue.
"Goku--" she gasped out, shivering at the feeling, looking over her shoulder out into the yard where the boys were playing. They would be busy for a while. "Goku, stop. We need to go to the bedroom." she said, standing up straight and going to pull away from him.
Suddenly, she was in the bedroom. Did Goku teleport them while his tongue was fucking her? That brute! But she didn't care. She let herself be pushed back onto the bed, and Goku continued to eat her out.
Taking off her underwear, Goku folded them and put them aside blindly, focusing on making his Mistress come. Chi-Chi pulled her skirt up so she could watch, but more importantly, make eye contact and talk dirty.
"You're so naughty..." She whispered, "What if the kids came in and saw you?"
"I'd say I was helping you," Goku teased, pulling back and stroking her clit with his fingers. Chi-Chi moaned, pawing at her breasts through her shirt.
"You beast!" She hissed, but without malice, "Take your cock out."
Goku grinned and stood up, undoing his sash and pushing his pants down, his cock still hard from his fight with Vegeta.
Chi-Chi sat up, edging closer, "So nasty and big. You're too naughty for my mouth. I'm gonna have to make you fuck me, and I don't think I'm gonna let you come." To emphasize her words, she spat on his cock.
"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am." Goku said with a wince, but loved this sort of play. "Are you going to punish me?"
"Not in the way you'd like it!" Chi-Chi crossed her arms, an exaggerated pout on her face, "Get me the toys."
Goku tried not to giggle with excitement, "Which ones?" He asked, opening the bottom drawer of her dresser, and uncovering the row of sex toys.
"The second to largest dildo and the magic wand." She demanded, and he pulled out a marbled blue, white and orange dildo. She bought it because it was roughly the same size as Goku's cock, but also because it reminded her of him. Next, he got out the vibrator (CC brand) that plugged into the mains, and made sure it was plugged in and working, before handing it to Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi liked to control the speed and hold it to her clit while Goku did all the work. She'd shown him before. He put a condom on the dildo and covered it in lubricant, and then returned to in between her legs. Even though he wasn't getting any pleasure from this, it was really hot to see her come.
"Tease me open with your fingers." Chi-Chi demanded, lying back in the pillows and putting the wand on the lowest setting. Goku nodded, lying face down in between her legs and playing with her cunt, stroking her lips and entrance. She ever so slowly adjusted the speed, and her hole twitched, a clear fluid dripping out of her.
"Push a finger into me." She said, breathy now. She unbuttoned the top half of her cheongsam, stroking her breast through her bra with her free hand.
Goku did so, watching her face. God, he was so hard and wanted to fuck her so bad. Thank Kami he wasn't wearing a cock cage. Eventually, she nodded, signalling for a second finger. Goku had learned to be patient and gentle, especially now that Chi-Chi wasn't as young as she used to be.
"Good. Fuck me until I come!" Chi-Chi ordered, turning the wand up to max. Goku stared at her pussy as it swallowed up his fingers over and over, avoiding touching the vibrator. She was so wet and warm, it was an easy slide, even with her muscles squeezing around his fingers. "Put the toy in me." She begged, hole twitching for more.
Goku removed his fingers and lined the dildo up, making sure all the ridges and grooves weren't going to catch on anything as she pushed it inside of her. Chi-Chi cried out in pleasure, her whole body tensing, her head dipping back, her toes coiling. "Oh fuck, that feels so good..." She gasped, as he filled her up, pressing the base firmly as she adjusted.
"Move, move!"
Goku felt his mouth fill up with saliva as he watched his wife get off. He knew he wasn't allowed to touch his dick, and it was rock hard under him, pressing into the mattress. She cried out into her hand, and the toy got pushed back against his hand as she clenched around it hard, but he kept fucking it into her as she came. Soon her thighs were twitching and letting out high pitched noises, which meant it was a good time to take out the toy slowly.
She sighed, breathing slowing down. "I needed that." She said, turning off the vibrator and looking to Goku, who looked as fidgety as a schoolboy who had been told to sit on his hands.
"Hmm... I dunno if I should let you come, but I want you to show me how you'll take Vegeta's cock." She said, composing herself some what.
"H-how should I show you, Mistress?" Goku sat up eagerly, his cock bouncing between his thighs. There was a little wet spot on the bed where it had been.
"Turn around, so I can see your hole." She said, doing her dress back up and putting her underwear on.
Goku nodded, kneeling and sticking his ass out towards Chi-Chi for her to inspect. Chi-Chi didn't need a magnifying glass to see that while Saiyans were a race of monkey men, Goku had the cleanest and smoothest asshole she'd ever seen. Saiyans had no body hair save for pubic hair. Not even underarm hair. Lucky bastard. Meanwhile, Chi-Chi had to shave every other day.
"Hmm..." Chi-Chi reached over to the beside table and took out some latex gloves, pulling them on her hands with a snap. The sound alone made Goku shiver. "I'm going to have to inspect further." She said, not bothering to hide her smile.
"Yes, mistress." Goku said, hands scrunchjng the bedspread in anticipation.
Liberally applying lubricant to her fingers, she circled his hole with her fingertips. Goku shivered, dropping down onto his elbows. It was amazing at how easily Chi-Chi could make the universe's strongest fighter down with two fingers.
"I'm going to put my fingers in you." She said, getting comfortable behind him, putting one hand on his ass, "So just relax."
Goku nodded and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Chi-Chi took that as a signal and started to press a finger into his ass. He took it easily. "Good, how's that feel?" She said, checking in on him.
Goku moaned, "Pretty good."
"My fingers are pretty thin. I imagine Vegeta's fingers are pretty thick." Chi-Chi said in a conversational manner, propelling a single finger in and out of him before adding finger number two. Goku choked out a strangled moan, collapsing further into the bed.
"Yeah? You like the idea of him fucking you like this?" She asked, and then laughed, "Maybe he'll lick you here too. Maybe he'll just fuck you without prep? I bet you could handle it."
Goku's response was a whine, his cock pulsating and dripping pre-come. Chi-Chi grabbed the vibrator and put it on the underside of his cock, turned it on, and basically made Goku buck like a bull.
"Yes! Yes! I could!," Goku choked out, hips shuddering.
Chi-Chi smiled and took out her fingers. "Hmm... I was going to fuck you with the toy. Do you want that?" She asked, picking up the dildo in question, "It's so tempting to go back to the kitchen and just leave you here."
"Please," Goku whimpered, "I need to come."
"Who said that was on the cards, huh?" She said, spanking him with the dildo. Goku yelped. "I think... You should show me what you look like riding this dick." She said, and put the dildo upright on the middle of the bed, holding it in place.
Goku nodded weakly and backed his ass up, leaning back so that the tip of the toy grazed over his hole, slick with lube. He sat up some more and sat on the toy, pressing it against his hole until it breeched him, stretching him open as he pushed down onto it.
"Oh my gods..." Chi-Chi said, in awe, at the same time Goku sobbed out a moan. She grabbed the vibrator and started pleasuring herself through her underwear as she watched her husband take the toy into himself.
"Does it... Look good?" He asked over his shoulder.
"Gods, yes. It looks so good, baby..." She moaned, "You're taking it so well."
Goku groaned, putting his hands on his thighs and sinking all the way to the base. Chi-Chi had to hold the base with her foot so it could stay in place on the upstroke. Goku had his eyes closed and his head dipped back. He looked like such a porn star.
Chi-Chi came a second time, just as Goku was picking up speed.
"Please!!" Goku sounded so desperate, so exhausted, "Please, mistress, I'm on the edge."
Fine. It was only fair. "Get on all fours." She demanded, sitting up onto her kneels and getting behind him. He did so, taking the toy with him as he moved. She lined her hips up behind him and started humping at him, her taut stomach hitting the soft base of the toy into him. "Who's fucking you right now, Goku?" She asked, holding onto his hips.
"Ah!!! Ch... Chi-Chi!" He cried out, toes curling and his head dipped down.
An evil idea popped into Chi-Chi's head and she grabbed Goku's hair by the roots, pulling his head up. "And who do you want to fuck you, Kakarot?" She asked, her voice as low as she could go.
Goku let out a noise that sounded like his soul was threatening to leave his body, "Vegeta! Oh fuck, Vegeta!" He gasped, and came hard, tensing and arching his back. Chi-Chi kept 'fucking' him, until he collapsed into a twitching pile on the bed.
Amused and sated, Chi-Chi sat back on the bed and gently pulled the toy out of her husband's ass. Just as usual, his ass gaped around nothing and twitched closed, like nothing had ever been in it.
She cleaned up, taking the gloves off and putting the toys aside. Since it was near impossible to move Goku, she shifted next to him and stroked his hair. He was crying, letting it all out. "You did so good, baby." She whispered, running her hands over his shoulders and back.
He whined in response. After a while, he sniffed and pushed himself up into a sitting position. "I did good?" He echoed, and she wiped his cheeks, nodding.
"So good. Vegeta's gonna think so too." She said, kissing his nose. "Did you want me to join you while you wash up for dinner?"
Goku shook his head, "Its fine. You go finish dinner. I'm really hungry." He said with a wet laugh, "I'm surprised you didn't make me suck the toy."
"Oh, I would have, I just really wanted to see it in you." Chi-Chi said with a smile, "I love you, even if you want delinquents to have their way with you."
Goku laughed, "I love you too. You can, uh, you can have sex with someone else too, y'know." He said, wiping his nose.
"I'll think about it. Most of the people I know aren't my type."
"Not even Yamcha?"
"He was a literal bandit."
"Tien?"
"I thought him and Chaotzu were a... weird thing. Plus I like guys with hair."
"Huh..."
"And no, I'm not fucking Piccolo or Krillin either."
"Fair enough. I'd fuck Piccolo."
"I knew it!!!"
Chapter 12: Standards
Summary:
Flying babies and brunch with a side of angst.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Bulma's alarm went off at 6am. Groaning, she slapped the alarm clock off and sat up. She'd only been asleep for two hours, because she got up at 4am to feed Bulla. Vegeta had done the previous feeding at 2am, so she wasn't about to complain. She just couldn't wait for Bulla to get to the age where she'd sleep through the night.
It took Bulma a few moments to realise that Bulla was hovering over her, eating from a tub of cucumber based face cream. Bulma yelped, sitting up and pulling her child down by the seat of her onesie. "Dang, do I need to lock you in your room at night?" She mumbled, checking the label of the jar, after prying it from little hands, "A little vegetable based emulsifiers never hurt anyone, I guess."
Before Bulla could protest the loss of her forbidden snack, she promptly threw up onto her mother's sleep shirt.
Bulma screeched, rushing to the ensuite bathroom to clean herself up.
"Hn?" A very sleepy Saiyan finally woke up from the commotion, checking the time. Bulma usually let him sleep for a bit longer.
"Your daughter flew into our room to eat my 10,000 zeni moisturizer!"
Vegeta smirked, stretching, "The one that tastes like cucumbers?"
Bulma came out of the bathroom sans shirt, smelling like baby wipes and carrying her crying child, "Yes, the-- wait, how do you know?"
Vegeta made a 'iunno' noise and held his hand out for Bulla, "Give her here."
Bulma rolled her eyes and handed her daughter over. Vegeta listened to Bulla's stomach, "She'll be fine. I don't know if you remember, but our kids are hardy little shits." He said, letting Bulla go. She floated back towards the vanity to see what else she could eat, but Bulma intercepted.
"Shouldn't I take her to the doctor?" Bulma said, holding her child as she began to cry again.
"Nah. I'd know if she was dying." Vegeta got up and stretched his whole body, joints and muscles popping.
"Fine. I have to shower off this baby puke. Can you feed Bulla and get her ready for the day?" Bulma asked, pushing Bulla over to Vegeta like a floating balloon.
Bulla made noises of delight and started doing somersaults.
"Sure. What are you doing today?" Vegeta asked, smiling from the fact that he had the cutest child ever.
"I," Bulma started, going back into the bathroom, "Am going to talk to Chi-Chi about you and Goku."
Vegeta's eyes widened, and he plucked Bulla from the sky, taking her into the bathroom. "What the fuck are you even talking about?" He asked, letting Bulla play with the hair on the nape of his neck.
"You tell me, genius. He told Chi-Chi he wants to 'do the sex with you'," she said with a smirk, gathering what she needed to wash her face, "While Chi-Chi watches."
"What???" Vegeta felt his face start to burn up, hugging Bulla for security and putting his hands over her ears, "That's... preposterous." He murmured, but when he knew very well that part of it was exactly what he wanted. He just didn't know Chi-Chi very well. "...Why don't you watch?"
"I mean, of course! But baby steps. Goku used to be really shy about all this stuff." Bulma started slathering her face with a foaming cleanser.
Vegeta nodded. Goku did seem to try and change the subject a lot. It was very interesting seeing his reaction. He smiled to himself and then felt a minor pain on his forearm. He looked down and Bulla was biting him. "Fine, I'll feed you." He sighed, going off to do just that.
Bulma had been watching him, trying not to giggle. Vegeta probably would get along with Chi-Chi quite well, and she'd be able to teach him a thing or two...
**
"So, how was your afternoon yesterday?" Bulma asked, interested in hearing whether or not Goku was feeling as frisky as Vegeta was.
Chi-Chi let out a little snort of laughter, "What do you mean? I had the kids." She said coyly, sipping her mimosa.
"Come on... Our husbands are usually in sync when it comes to horniness." Bulma leaned back in her seat, looking over to Bulla, who was, thankfully, asleep in her carrier. They'd gone shopping and she had to tether Bulla to her wrist to stop her from floating off.
"Okay, fine. That horndog came home after a morning of being with your husband and not doing his actual job." Chi-Chi said, but she wasn't really complaining, "I'm pretty sure he was trying to distract me with sex to get out of work."
"But the sex?" Bulma asked encouragingly.
"Oh, pretty fun."
"'Chi!! Stop being a tease!"
"Okay, okay...! I'm not a Penthouse Forum Letter..." She rolled her eyes before dishing out the horny details from her previous day. Bulma loved at how creative her best friend was. Vegeta wouldn't be into any of the stuff Chi-Chi was into, so she had to live vicariously through her stories.
Bulma ran her fingers through her own hair, unable to hide her grin, "Calling out his name, huh? Okay, we have to get our boys fucking."
Chi-Chi tutted, "I'm still not a hundred percent convinced. I don't know Vegeta that well." She said, briefly smiling with the waitress as her glass was refilled, "Not that I don't trust him, I'm just..."
"Protective?" Bulma supplied, "Because it's totally okay if it doesn't happen either. But...if you wanna watch Goku get fucked, I volunteer as tribute."
The waitress nearly spilt the drink she was pouring, but caught herself before any real damage was done.
Chi-Chi's eyebrows shot up towards her hairline, "Really? I thought you said he was like your little brother."
"I dunno, he was talking to me the other day..." She trailed off, wondering how much of that conversation Goku relayed, "I mean, we were talking and I dunno. Something he said kinda... Sparked something."
Chi-Chi crossed her arms, "Oh??? And what has my husband being saying?" She grit her teeth, "Because if he was flirting with you--"
"No! No, no it wasn't like that at all!" Bulma waved her hands at the misunderstanding, "Okay, so you know he came over to talk about the app we're developing? Well me and Vegeta had just had an argument about opening up our marriage..." she explained hurriedly, "So Goku turned up and Vegeta just starts accusing him of having some sort of affair with me--"
"What? How rude!!!"
"Right?? So, I had to explain the situation." Bulma paused and then took a sip of her San Pellegrino, unsure of how this conversation was going, "Chi-Chi, has Goku ever talked to you about wanting to have sex with other people?"
"Well, obviously, or we wouldn't be making plans for our husbands to fuck." Chi-Chi said, a tad prickly, "But yes. I don't know if it's the Saiyan thing or the traumatic brain injury, but he couldn't grasp the concept of monogamy in the first few years of marriage. Not that he went off and cheated, but he did ask some questions."
"Yeah, he said that. I think that's what put the idea into my head." Bulma said, hoping that this wouldn't spark further conflict, "But what I really want is for him and Vegeta to get it on."
Chi-Chi felt like she was missing out on something, "Why?"
Bulma flustered, "Well... Uh... I'm trying to fuck other people and Vegeta doesn't feel the need to, but I really think he should fuck Goku so he can warm up to the polyamory idea easier."
Ah. Chi-Chi nodded. "That makes sense, but you shouldn't pressure him about sleeping with other people when he doesn't want to." She said, and then peered at her friend suspiciously, "Also... You're not joining me for bottomless mimosas?"
"Oh! Um, Vegeta wanted me to quit drinking. And smoking. I guess this is me trying." Bulma said, antsy to get back to the topic at hand, "And yeah, when I told him that Goku told you he wants Vegeta to fuck him, he didn't exactly protest. In fact, he preferred that I watch."
"Hmm... well, it can definitely happen some time soon, but I feel like Goku might need a bit of hand-holding." Chi-Chi said, her mood softening up. The mimosas were helping. They were so easy to drink, she wasn't sure how many she had consumed.
Bulma kinda wished she was tipsy. Nicotine would suffice. "So... you're okay with him fucking-- er, getting fucked by other people?" she asked, taking out her vape pen, "And when did you decide that you were okay with it?"
Chi-Chi stared at the vape pen and then held her hand out for it. Bulma handed it over without a second thought. Chi-Chi sucked on the thing (a bit harder than Bulma would recommend) and started coughing. "Gods, Bulma! That's... ugh. How is that better than smoking again?"
"I dunno, did Goku get the 'changing the subject' thing from you or was it the other way around?" Bulma snarked back, taking the vaporizer off her, and then let Chi-Chi recover before raising an insistant eyebrow.
Chi-Chi had more mimosa, trying to clear her throat. "Okay, fine." she sighed, rubbing her chest, "Goku isn't cut out for monogamy. He always questioned our marriage, especially after he figured out I kind of tricked him into it."
"Yeah, but would he have agreed to it otherwise? Plus, you were young."
"And dumb. And selfish." Chi-Chi looked at her lap, "And he wasn't even upset with me. I think he thinks I won him fairly. Anyways, around the time he defeated that Frieza person and didn't come home... I thought about other people. I doubted my own fidelity. I was so lonely, Bulma..."
Her voice waivered slighty as she continued-- "He was there for me for 8 years, gave me this amazing son and then suddenly, POOF! He was gone because he didn't want to come back. I was so angry with him! How could he be so selfish?"
Bulma reached out and covered her friend's hand, happy to let her vent. This wasn't the first time she'd heard this story.
Chi-Chi let out a bitter laugh, "Remember when you came over, six months after we tried wishing him back, with all those books and, uh, y'know..."
The magic wand. Bulma nodded with a knowing smile.
"It was around then; just before, actually... when I started considering who I could replace him with."
"Oh, 'Chi..." Bulma squeezed her hand, "Did you... who did you consider?"
Chi-Chi looked heavenwards, "There was this really nice greengrocer who liked to talk to me, but... well, I like fighters. And the strongest people I knew that were eligible bachelors were either bald, your ex, or Vegeta. I have standards, you know!!!"
Bulma snorted, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, "You're so right though." she giggled, and then realised something, "Wait... did you actually consider fucking Vegeta?"
Chi-Chi shrugged with no shame, "He's a hard working guy, ex military... Kinda handsome too. But too much of a bad boy for me."
"Huh." Bulma tapped her vape against her chin, "Well, if you want me to arrange something..."
"Noooo thank you." Chi-Chi said, picking up a menu, "Let's stick to getting him to fuck Goku. And I think I need food to soak up some of these mimosas."
Bulma chuckled. Good idea.
Notes:
Finally! This took a while, because I was working on Spice it Up with Dulcinea (go read her stuff if you haven't) and had to move house.
There's gonna be a wait for the smut sorry! Slow burn!!!
Next up, parent teacher night >:)c
Chapter 13: Fidem Interruptus
Summary:
Something happens before it should have happened. (surprise ChiGeta smut!)
Notes:
CW/TW: INFIDELITY AHEAD. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF CHEATING AND UNDERNEGOTIATED POLYAMORY, THIS PART MIGHT NOT BE FOR YOU.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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"He doesn't need hand-holding!" Vegeta half-shouted, exasperated, "He's the strongest person in the universe, bar me! He could..." He trailed off, unsure why he was reacting like this.
"Look, in the bedroom, Goku is different." Bulma explained, watching Vegeta sit back down at the dinner table opposite her. They were eating on the balcony, enjoying the pleasant weather. "He likes Chi-Chi to take over, so what she says is final."
"Tch." Vegeta turned his head away and folded his arms, "Weakling."
Bulma focused on cutting up her food, "I think it's brave of Goku to submit to Chi-Chi." She said, taking a bite of perfectly medium rare steak, "She's scary, in a good way."
"I'm not afraid of her!" Vegeta barked, and then shoved some of his rare steak in his mouth.
Bulma smiled. He would be, if he kept this up. "Look, tomorrow night is a Parent/Teacher meeting. I can't go, so you'll have to take Trunks. Chi-Chi will be there - why don't you bring her back here after for a cup of tea and a chat?" She suggested.
"I am not going to have a tea party with the Harpy. What's next, playing with dolls? It's bad enough I have to sit through that gods damn boring principal speak bullshit buzzwords about 'education and community'. And you're not going to even be there!" Vegeta spat through his mouthful.
Bulma gave him a look.
Vegeta challenged it and lost. "Ugh, fine. But I'm not going to like it and I'm going to complain the whole time."
"That's fine. I'll organize a sitter for Bulla." Bulma waved it off with her hand, "It'll be over before you know it."
***
Vegeta didn't see Chi-Chi when he was first seated, until Goten ran over to him and Trunks. "Hi Mr. Vegeta!" He said politely, and the grabbed his friend by the hand, "Hey! Come sit with me?"
Trunks looked up to his dad for approval and Vegeta shrugged a 'do what you want'. They took off together, and as they went to sit on the mat, Vegeta couldn't help but notice how short and childish both boys were in comparison to their peers. Even though they were both in their mid teens, they had barely started puberty yet. Vegeta wondered when Trunks would shoot up to his future counterpart's height. He had two years before then.
His eye wandered over to the back of Kakarot's wife's head. Ah, so there she was. The most traditional looking of all of the mothers. She was asking questions and he could tell she was not a favourite amongst the other parents. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, it seemed.
Hn. He hadn't really paid much attention to her before. She was beautiful, it was true, but in a plain farmer's wife way. Her cheeks were weathered, and she had strong arms. Not a modern woman of science like his Bulma. How the two were still friends after over 20 or so years was a tad mind boggling.
Bulma had told him about Chi-Chi. How she was a princess, how she used to fight, how she tricked Kakarot into marriage. How she was a strict mother with traditional values about academia and hard work. How she cooked an amazing roast. How hard her marriage with Kakarot had been and how she saved it with BDSM.
Bulma also had to explain what BDSM was, and that had opened a whole new can of worms. Now Vegeta was intrigued and impressed. She was the only person that could tame Kakarot. He needed to see this in action.
"Alright, learners and guardians, we are going to have a tea break, with snacks provided our PTA moms," the Principal said, "And then we will commence with the one on one teacher/guardian portion of the evening..."
"Ugh, finally." Vegeta and Chi-Chi both said at the same time, causing them to meet each other's eye.
"Vegeta." Chi-Chi greeted him with a raise of an unplucked eyebrow. She was wearing a frumpy cheongsam under a scarf wrap, which made her look way older than she was.
He nodded back in greeting. There was a silent tension between them, like a current of electricity.
Goten and Trunks rushed past them, playing together. This seemed to ease said tension. Vegeta smirked, "Think your kid has the approval from his poor teachers?"
"Of course not. He's a little shit. But I suppose I have your son to blame for leading him astray." Chi-Chi crossed her arms, unconsciously mimicking Vegeta's stance.
"Hn. I'd say he's a weakling who needs someone to lead him."
"Oh, like you need my husband?"
Vegeta opened his mouth to reprimand her, but a couple of people were giving them weird looks. They probably looked like they were gonna have a domestic right there.
He closed his mouth.
"Yeah. That's right." She said with a glare before she smiled politely, like she flipped a switch, "How about we go get some food? I made asparagus rolls and pork buns!"
Vegeta watched her walk away towards the large spread her and the other housewives had provided. Okay, this woman was something else.
He followed her over, and she started loading up a plate of food for both of them.
"Oh! Mr. Briefs! Are you here alone this year?" A woman with a ginormous ass asked as she saw him. Ah. This woman. She always flirted with him at any school social event.
"You should have some of my buttered muffins." She said with a bite of her lip, offering up a plate of said muffins and honest-to-Kami winked at him.
"Shiri! How lovely to see you!" Chi-Chi pushed back in, "My friend, Vegeta, here, was just saying he likes his muffins unbuttered. So... could you kindly fuck off?"
Shiri gasped in offence. "Hmph! Typical potty mouth country bumpkin. Nobody on the PTA likes you, Chi-Chi." She said, looking down her nose at them both, before turning on her heel.
"Yeah, well, die mad about it." Chi-Chi muttered, grabbing more food. Shiri, having heard that, let out another 'hmph!' and stalked off, ass jiggling.
Vegeta laughed, "Wow, you told her off!" He said, accepting the plate Chi-Chi shoved in his hands, and then blinked in confusion as she walked out into the hallway. Noone seemed to care - in fact, Chi-Chi didn't seem to have many friends or support at all. Spotting Trunk and Goten quickly, just to make sure they were nearby, he decided to follow Chi-Chi out into the hall.
She was sitting on a long bench, alone, angrily shoving food in her mouth. He sat next to her.
"So... How much has Bulma told you? Because if we could quickly talk about this and we can skip the pleasantries..." He said into the awkward silence, examining his own plate.
"It's fine. I know you want to fuck Goku." She said, mouth full, "And who said I want to skip the pleasantries?
Vegeta stared at her. She looked outright feral. She may have been a princess in the past, but now, she was a woman scorned, and seemed to be comfort eating.
When said pleasantries didn't come, he sighed, long suffering. "Right." He muttered, turning his body towards her, "You know, Saiyans usually mate for life, right?"
"Really? Because Goku made it clear that he doesn't do monogamy. Oh, and didn't your so called mate go on a date recently?"
Vegeta spluttered, "She's a human! And Kakarot acts like a human--"
She cut him off, "Why do you call him that?"
"What, 'Kakarot'?" Vegeta asked, raising his eyebrows, "It's his Saiyan name--"
"Yeah, but if he acts like a human, why don't you call him Goku?" She said, and then nodded to his plate. "It's getting cold, eat up."
Vegeta grit his teeth in frustration. "You-- infuriating..." He sucked in a breath. Why was he even trying? He gave in, however, and took a bite out of a pork bun.
His eyes watered. It was the perfect mix of savoury and sweet. The rice bun was perfectly fluffy and there was a crust on top that just... It was perfect.
"You made this?" Vegeta looked over to Chi-Chi again. She nodded. "It's good."
Chi-Chi smiled. And she looked beautiful.
"Thanks, Vegeta." She said, "Nobody on the PTA compliments my cooking, even though I know I'm the best."
"Well, you are. You're better than all the wam in there. Especially that one with the huge ass. Did you see that thing??" Vegeta scoffed, shovelling food into his mouth.
"Yes!! I heard she paid nearly a million zenni for that butt. She didn't even have one before." She said with a giggle.
"She shoulda used that money on her shit personality." Vegeta said, and both of them burst out laughing together.
"Okay, you're alright, Vegeta." Chi-Chi said, wiping her eye.
"Yeah, you're something else." Vegeta smirked, and then looked her up and down subtly, "You used to fight, right?"
Chi-Chi looked surprised at that question, "Yeah." She said, nodding, "Why?"
"Why'd you stop?" He asked, checking her ki. It was higher than most other humans. It raised when she got angry, surprisingly so.
"Oh. I had kids. And a big dumb husband to take care of." She said, looking a bit sad.
Vegeta checked her out again, less subtle this time, "But you still work out."
The sad look went as quick as it game. She lit up, "Yep! Every morning at 5am. I get up, do tai chi, pilates and yoga." She leaned in conspiratorially, "I might not look it, but I'm really flexible, unlike Shiri."
Vegeta's face blushed bright red, "I-I bet." He stammered. Those exercises meant she also had a tight core. He swallowed.
Chi-Chi looked him over. "Y'know... Goku is pretty keen on you fucking him. And I must admit, he has taste." She said, holding up some sort of jam tart for him to bite into, "Try this."
Blinking rapidly, he opened his mouth for the sweet. They maintained eye contact, Vegeta chewing on the crumbly pastry.
"Store bought." He said, licking his lips.
"I knew it." Chi-Chi chuckled, smiling warmly.
Vegeta couldn't help but give back a half smile of his own. They seemed to be more than compatible. In fact, he could see why Kakarot loved her. She was feisty, unafraid to speak her mind, and was compassionate enough to give her time to an organization that didn't even like her, but was obviously a key asset. That, and she kept all three of her family members in line while taking care of herself, even if she was rough around the edges. He was impressed and a little turned on.
"Alright," he said, tension eased, "I wanna know why you haven't kicked Kakarot to the curb." He said, putting his plate aside.
Chi-Chi wasn't prepared for that question, but it didn't offend her. "Hm..." She said, tapping her chin and looking at the ceiling. "He's strong. He's saved the world multiple times, and I'm grateful for that. He's great with kids, even if I have to pick up the slack sometimes." She was counting on her fingers, "He's handsome, he's passionate, kind, funny... Oh and..." She leaned in again, "He does this little thing when he's all tied up and taking a dildo, where he whines and his eyes roll back into his head. It just kills me."
Vegeta's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, stunned by that little tid bit.
"Mm-hmmm. And he takes it so well, and he's always tight, because, of course, he's an alien and a fast healer. I have to work on my tightness." Chi-Chi talked on, seemingly unaware of the effect it had on Vegeta, "Oh and I've trained him up so he practically has no gag reflex."
Vegeta nearly leapt off the bench in shock, but his back was ramrod straight. And so was his cock. He very carefully crossed his legs.
She noticed. And she bit her lip. Okay, yeah, this conversation wasn't just for her husband's benefit, she had to admit. She found she liked shocking Vegeta, just like Bulma used to when they first got together. But of course, she was just being sadistic. She liked making him squirm.
She stood up. "Come on, 'Briefs' isn't far down the list, so we should head back in." She said, knowing very well that Vegeta was sporting some impressive wood right now, and he'd probably be asked to leave the school.
Vegeta couldn't take it anymore. "You!!! You can't be serious! I can't go back in there like this!" He hissed through clenched teeth, gesturing to his 'problem'.
Chi-Chi's eyes flicked downwards and then back to Vegeta's face. "Oh! You mean the jam on your chin! Lemme get it." She said, licking her thumb and reaching over to wipe it off.
The contact, though minor, was like a brand. A jolt of lust went through Vegeta's body. He stared into her eyes, seeing something both cruel and playful, and he knew that he was fucked.
He stood forward into her space.
She stood back a step. Licked her thumb.
He crowded her against the wall.
She swallowed. Her heart was beating so fast, she could swear he could see it.
"Woman... You're playing a dangerous game." He said, his voice deadly and low.
Chi-Chi was shaking, and chest heaving with each breath.
"Vegeta, we can't..." She said, voice quivering, eyes darting from his eyes to his lips and back again. God, he looked like he was either going to kill her or eat her. Maybe both. She found she didn't mind.
Vegeta paused and stopped his persuit. "Of course." He said, taking a step back--
It was a split second decision. She couldn't help herself, when he pulled away, it felt like the air was pulled from her lungs and she needed oxygen so badly--
Chi-Chi, fuelled by what could only be temporary insanity, propelled herself forward, grabbed his biceps to pull herself in and kissed him.
It took Vegeta a few milliseconds to register what was happening, before pushing her up against the wall and opening his mouth to her. Neither of them had been kissed so passionately, nor with such desperation. Gods, and his cock was right there, in between them, grinding against her stomach and his breasts pressed up against his chest and he grabbed her ass and it felt really firm--
"Ugh, who left their food out here?"
Both of them stilled. A row of lockers separated them from Shiri, who tutted to herself as she picked up the paper plates from the bench. Chi-Chi clenched her eyes shut, ready for the ground to open up and let her fall into hell where she belonged.
Vegeta didn't move, eyes darting about. He could kill the fatassed woman before she'd scream and he could make it look like an accident if he had to. At least his erection hd vanished.
His eyes fell on a door, just a few feet away from them. That was a better option. He tapped Chi-Chi on the ass with his finger.
Chi-Chi opened one eye, and looked to the door after Vegeta signalled to it. She nodded in understanding, and the two silently shuffled towards it. As soon as Shiri turned her back, they pushed through the door.
Shiri looked over her shoulder. "Huh? Hm. Must be the wind."
Bursting into what seemed to be the boys' bathroom, both guilty parties checked the stalls before speaking.
"That was insane!!!" Vegeta gasped, gripping the sink and looking at himself, though he could barely do so.
"Oh gods, what have we done?" Chi-Chi pulled at her hair, her grown out bangs coming loose, "I'm so sorry, I thought you could handle a bit of flirting but gods damn! I wasn't expecting you to act like that!!!"
Vegeta turned on her, "You're obscene! You vile temptress!" He said, "How dare you do that to me?"
"Hello? I'm a sadist! It was fun?!" Chi-Chi took her hair out, shaking it free. It fell around her shoulders in loose waves from where it was tied up.
Vegeta stared at her. How did... How did she get even more beautiful?
Chi-Chi stared back, "What?"
Well... If they were already screwed...
Vegeta reached out and played with her hair, "You should wear it down." He murmured.
Fuck it.
They were both leaning in before the other knew it. Sucking each other's faces off and practically falling into the wheelchair accessible booth, Vegeta untied her scarf and threw it over his shoulder. Chi-Chi undid his shirt, letting it hang open.
Chi-Chi stared at his chest and then at his arms. So different from her own husband. She wanted to tie him up and see how rope marks indented his body.
"Undo me." She demanded, lifting her arm up, exposing the side zip. Vegeta did so, with one yank, practised as such things that he didn't damage it.
He then undid the clasp of her qipao dress, her breasts spilling out as she opened it up. Yanking her undershirt up and her bra down, exposing her breasts, he paused, staring at them.
They were unlike Bulma's. For one, Chi-Chi had a darker complexion so instead of the large white breasts with pink nipples (and stretch marks, the odd blue hair that Bulma hadn't plucked out) he was faced with tanned skin, tawny coloured nipples that were smaller, and of course, smaller breasts on more defined pectoral muscles. They could be described as perky, but Vegeta thought they were fantastic.
And new. Holy fuck, he was looking at another woman's breasts. Tentatively, he framed them with his hands gently, squeezing them together.
"Having fun?" She teased, looking amused, her cheeks dusky pink.
He said nothing, studying her face, and swiped his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned, head dipping back against the cubicle wall, baring her neck to him. He couldn't help it, leaning in and kissing her neck, needing more of the noises she was making. Lifting up the skirt of her dress, he was frustrated to find she was also wearing trousers underneath.
"You wear too many layers." He growled into her neck.
"Oh? Would you like it if I didn't? You want me to be accessible at all times, huh?" She released his shoulders and bunched up the dress in her hands, letting him undo the tie on her pants. They fell to her knees, sitting above her boots, uncovering her unassuming, worn underwear. They seemed like the last thing a confident, sexual woman would wear. But then again, neither of this expected this.
"Where's the fun in that." Vegeta uttered as he dropped to his knees. Hooking his fingers under the worn elastic of her underwear, he pulled them down.
The first thing he noticed was the dark thatch of straight pubic hair. Then at how toned her stomach and thighs were, and how her pubic mound wasn't as puffy as Bulma's. How her inner labia didn't poke out of her folds despite having two children. How wet she was.
Vegeta leaned in and buried his face in that perfect V. He inhaled her scent, eyelids fluttering at how intoxicating it was. He'd been hiding this from him for a decade and a a half.
Chi-Chi was watching him curiously, letting him explore her body like someone who had never seen a naked woman before. She supposed he'd only ever seen one other. Or he just liked to inspect his lovers.
Her thoughts were interupted as Vegeta started mouthing and lapping at her cunt, her hand going down to grab at his hair. He pulled her knees forward so her legs were spread, and she boldly draped one over his shoulder, holding him in place.
There was no turning back now. They might as well go all the way and face their respective partner's wrath.
Wasn't this going to happen eventually anyway?
Kami, he was good at eating out...
Chi-Chi opened her mouth to moan again, but paused, putting a hand over her mouth, hearing someone open the door. How could she forget where she was??
"Fuck, I'm so bored, bro." said one voice, followed by a lighter flick.
"Yah, dude, my mom is gonna fuckin' flip when she finishes up with Mrs. Hamilton." said the other.
Ah, two of the senior students. Vegeta didn't care, there was no way of telling who was in here. He resumed sucking on her clit, grabbing her other leg so she put her entire weight onto his face. Chi-Chi slapped her other hand over her nose so no noises could escape. If gags were her thing, she would have definitely need one.
"Ugh, it smells like your moms' bedroom in here."
"Shut up about my moms! Pass that shit."
Chi-Chi's eyes slid shut, trying to block out the distraction. She focused on his mouth, how gravity and his strength was working in her favour. The barely audible breaths coming out his nose and hitting her skin. His tongue alternating between swiping her clit back and forth, and fucking her.
"Dude, I wonder where Trunks' dad went. They like, called his name out for ten minutes."
It was Vegeta's time to pause. Oh, shit.
"What if he went out to smoke a fat doobie, bruh???"
"Nah, with that mean mug? He has no chill."
The only thing keeping Vegeta from bursting out of the stall to knock their heads together was the fact that he was having a very public affair with his rival's wife.
Who was very close to coming.
"That's totally where Trunks' gets it from. He's such a little asshole, like 'my mommy's the richest bitch on the planet'..."
That's it.
A few milliseconds of logistical planning and one carefully placed ki blast made the sprinkler system above the two teens turn on…
"Oh shit! Not again! I'm double dead, dude!!!"
They could hear the door open and close again over the spray. Vegeta celebrated his revenge my sucking hard on Chi-Chi's clit, even with water pooling around his knees. Chi-Chi screamed into her hands, coming hard and squeezing his head with her thighs.
Vegeta gently let her down and stood back, wiping his mouth and chin. "As much as I want you to return the favour, I have an appointment I'm late for." He said, licking his lips as he buttoned his shirt.
Chi-Chi righted her attire, having come to her senses somewhat. "We have to tell them." She said, zipping up her dress and needing Vegeta to get the last few inches.
Vegeta zipped it up easily with a quick yank, "I want to keep my balls, thank you very much." He said, watching her put up her hair.
She sighed, shaking her head. "Can you at least carry me out of the bathroom?" She asked, trying not to let her shoes get wet.
Vegeta obliged, picking her up suddenly, taking her over the forming puddle, around the spray and put her down on the carpet in the hall.
Chi-Chi still burned under this touch. Vegeta's fingers gripped into her more than necessary.
"We just did what was going to happen before it should have happened." Vegeta reassured her, hot breath in her ear.
Chi-Chi frowned, feeling guilty. Just because they were exploring opening their marriages didn't mean that they had the right to cheat on their spouses. Successful open marriages relied on trust, honesty and communication, and they had crossed over that line. Stamped on it, even.
Chi-Chi pulled back from him, glaring, "I'm not going to lie to my husband or my best friend. I'm telling them the truth. And you're going to as well." She said, punching him in the arm.
He grunted, barely effected. "I guess we'll die, then." Vegeta grumbled, stalking off with his meeting with the smell of her on his breath.
Notes:
Still here? Hope you enjoyed the sauciness. Next chapter is the consequences... Angst ahead!
Chapter 14: Fallout (Part 1)
Summary:
Chi-Chi and Vegeta face the consequences of their actions. Vegeta finally talks to Goku about his feelings.
Notes:
Here we go! What a lot of you are waiting for!
(Also a big thanks to Dulcinea, who was a huge help for the angst, because she is the queen of angst and I'm just too cracky for my own good)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"WHAT???"
Chi-Chi was grovelling, practically prostrate on the ground before Bulma and her husband, who were frozen in shock. Vegeta leaned against the nearest wall, hiding behind his crossed arms.
"You..." Bulma was shaking with rage.
Chi-Chi had acted weird all evening, coming home from Parent/Teacher Interviews all sweaty, smelling like Vegeta, and voluntarily sleeping on the couch. The smell was weird, musky, like the first time he and Vegeta had fought.
Had they met and had a fight too?
In the morning, she'd asked Goku to take them both to Capsule Corp., looking like she hadn't slept and was close to tears. Okay, something had definitely happened between his wife and his best friend.
But he wasn't expecting this.
And neither was Bulma. Vegeta had dropped Trunks off and then taken off. She hadn't seen him in a mood like this in years.
And now she knew why.
"I'm sorry," Chi-Chi filled the silence, unable to look at anything but the floor, "It wasn't supposed to happen like this."
The air changed pressure as Goku teleported from the room.
Vegeta startled, uttering his name, and going to follow him, but Bulma grabbed the back of his singlet, "DON'T. YOU DARE. LEAVE." She growled, yanking him back.
"Goku..." Chi-Chi looked up, and accidentally made eye contact with Bulma. There was no sympathy there.
"I can't believe you." Bulma said, letting go of Vegeta, putting her hands on her hip, "Both of you! I don't care who started it either."
Vegeta had opened his mouth to interject, but Bulma gave her a look that could kill. He shrank in on himself, finding himself unable to look his wife in the eye.
"It was gonna happen anyway." He mumbled.
Bulma nearly screamed in frustration, hands clenching, "We were supposed to talk about it, you idiot!! We discuss these things, remember? And you didn't discuss it with me!" She shrieked, bursting into tears as she continued, "How dare you come at me with these double standards?!"
Chi-Chi looked surprised, looking between them as Vegeta let Bulma yell.
"You literally demanded to screen the people I wanted to sleep with! So why didn't you ask me? You could have... You could have called me!" She sobbed, voice cracking, "I would have said yes!"
Vegeta was very interested in a spot on the floor, saying nothing.
"And you!!!" She turned on Chi-Chi, lip quivering, her mascara running now, "How could you? You're supposed to be my best friend..."
Chi-Chi started crying too. "I-I knew it was wrong..." She whimpered, face crumpling, "I just--"
"You couldn't help yourself, huh?!" Bulma spat, "What, did your pussy just fall on his face???"
Vegeta snarled, "I wanted it too--"
"LEAVE! RIGHT NOW." Bulma had had enough, pointing to the door, hand shaping, "And don't come back until... ugh! Just leave!"
Vegeta took the exit gratefully, giving Chi-Chi an apologetic frown as he did.
Bulma looked down at her supposed friend, and then turned away. "I can't even look at you right now." She said coldly and walked off as well, leaving Chi-Chi on the floor.
Chi-Chi curled up and hugged her knees. She'd ruined her life, and for what, an orgasm? One orgasm wasn't worth losing her husband and her best friend in one fell swoop, even if it was amazing. And invigorating.
Oh gods, what was her father going to think? And the kids?
--
While Chi-Chi agonized in one of Bulma's many lounge spaces, Vegeta followed Goku's faint ki signature. He'd lowered it on purpose so Vegeta couldn't find him, but Vegeta knew his best friend like the back of his hand. He was still on Earth, around Mt. Paozu, so Vegeta deduced he would be in one of his fishing spots. Kakarot had taken him there after a spar a couple of times.
Goku was sitting in the grass, looking up at the sky through the trees. He didn't say anything when Vegeta walked over and joined him.
They sat in silence for a few moments before Goku turned and sucker punched Vegeta square in the jaw. Not enough to send him flying, but enough to make him fall back.
It still hurt. More than usual.
"That didn't feel as good as I thought it would." Goku muttered, looking down at him with a furrowed brow.
Vegeta said nothing but rubbed his jaw. He deserved it.
"You're not sorry, are you." Goku said, sighing and lay back in the grass.
Vegeta watched him, plucking a few blades of grass and tearing them up. "You know me, Kakarot." He said eventually, "I've always taken what I wanted."
Goku frowned deeper, "I... I didn't know you wanted... her."
Vegeta smirked, "I didn't either. Didn't even pay attention to her until last night." He lay back in the grass, "She's... fiercely amazing. She goes out of her way to do things she doesn't particularly want to do, like fucking baking for a bunch of ungrateful shits. Did you know, all these mothers hate her, when she's undoubtedly the most compassionate one? They'd be lost without her." He sighed, "You chose an excellent woman, Kakarot."
Goku let out a sob next to him.
Vegeta turned on his side. Kakarot was weeping openly, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth quivering. Vegeta realized he'd never seen Kakarot so vulnerable in his life.
"Kakarot..." Vegeta whispered, reaching out to touch him, gloved fingers cupping his face, "She loves you, so much..."
Goku sniffed and opened his eyes, bottom lip wobbling.
Vegeta felt his heart swell. The look on his face, while pathetic, was the most endearing thing he'd ever seen since he saw his second born for the first time. He just wanted to bundle Kakarot up into his arms and hold him.
"...just as much as I do." The words fell out before he could stop himself.
Goku's face crumpled again, more tears coming now, "But why... Why did you two do that? W-without me? I thought you wanted me..." He sobbed, hiccuping.
Vegeta pulled him into his chest, unable to hold back anymore. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispered into his hair, words he'd only ever uttered to his wife, "I have no excuse, and neither does she, but please forgive us."
His own tears were forming now. He felt like a young whelp again, crying for his father, for his lost planet, so scared of losing Kakarot over something so stupid.
And his wife.
Oh god, his wife...
He felt Kakarot pull away from him, sniffing, "I'm still mad at you." He said, wiping his own cheeks, "But... You just said you loved me, right?"
Vegeta froze, breaking eye contact, "Don't make me repeat--"
Goku kissed him, pulling his head down to meet his. It wasn't clumsy or inexperienced or anything like he imagined. Doubts dashed, he kissed him back desperately. However, this is what got him into trouble in the first place.
"Kakarot, stop." He said, pushing him back, "We need to stop. Bulma is going to kill me, and your wife will kill you when she finds out--"
"I'm pretty sure Chi-Chi will understand." Goku said, sniffing, "But yeah... Bulma."
Vegeta nodded, rolling back, back in the grass again. Goku sat up, resting his arm on his bent knee as he thought.
"I'm still... hurt. And angry." He said, trying not to get too confused, thinking about it, "I think I need to go somewhere."
Vegeta nodded once, "If you can't forgive me, I will accept it. I'm not going to hold it against you--"
"Shut up." Goku snapped, sounding exhausted, "I just need time. Don't follow me, okay?"
Fair enough. Vegeta didn't move as Kakarot got up and walked into the dark woods. He sighed, making his own way back to Capsule Corp., feeling unwelcome in his home when he arrived. The energy just felt off.
He checked his phone. No messages from Bulma. She must really be mad.
He sensed a small ki signature in the kitchen, and he was mildly surprised to see Chi-Chi still here, sitting on a kitchen stool. She startled when she saw him, but then her body sagged in exhaustion.
"Sorry, I was waiting to see if Bulma or Goku came back." She said, rubbing her eyes, "I don't have a car with me. Did you find him?"
Vegeta nodded, paused in thought and then spoke, "He kissed me."
Chi-Chi stared at him for a few still moments and then nodded. "He's going through a lot." She said, not particularly upset. She slid off the stool and turned to Vegeta, "Can you fly me home?"
He took her hand, squeezed it, and did so.
Notes:
Thanks for reading! Next time, Bulma and 18 have another girls night, Chi-Chi and Goku talk.
Chapter 15: Fallout (Part 2)
Summary:
Bulma gets drunk. Goku and Chi-Chi make up.
Chapter Text
Bulma purchased the most expensive bottle of hard liquor she could find. Her mom was watching the kids, and she couldn't bear to be home right now. Her phone rang in her pocket, and she put it to her ear without checking who it was.
"What." She answered, waving down a taxi.
"I got your message." 18 said, undisturbed by the curt greeting, "I can't go out, but you can get drunk in my kitchen."
"Perfect. Do you like whiskey? It's a whiskey kind of afternoon."
"I'll drink anything short of isopropyl and even then in a pinch."
Bulma hung up after telling her new best friend her estimate arrival time, and within the hour, she was drunkenly ranting in 18's kitchen, while Marron did coloring in in the lounge.
"I feel like this all my fault. I wanted to fuck other people and his stupid monkey brain just went 'it's a free for all'." She said, filling up her glass again.
"It's not your fault. He and Chi-Chi went behind your back. It's still cheating. You should cut his nuts off." 18 said, "But on the other hand... If you all realise it was gonna happen anyway, and Vegeta is crap at communication..."
Bulma sighed, leaning her chin in her hands. "It was probably really hot. I'm really fucking mad but I'm also... I'm glad Chi-Chi had hot sex with Vegeta? And I know Vegeta is like... Amazing at head and I wish I got eaten out in a bathroom stall more often..."
18 stared at her, calculating something., "Hmm..."
Bulma leaned forward on the table, mistaking the look to something else. "Hey, 18... I always wanted to know... Do you have a vibrate setting?" She slurred, with a wink.
18's stony face cracked and she trilled out a laugh, "No! Nooo." She shook her head, easily pushing Bulma's face away with her index finger, "Oh my god, honey, no. I'm cutting you off."
Bulma pouted, watching as 18 took the bottle away from her. "You're missing out on some grade-A pussy..." She mumbled, rubbing her forehead, and then slumped back in her chair, howling, "My pussy is better than Chi-Chi's, that bitch!"
18 snorted, shaking her head. "As much as I'd just love to be your rebound fuck," she said, putting the lid on the bottle and putting it out of reach, "I think we have to look at the real problem here."
Bulma's head lolled forward, interest as piqued as it could be.
"You would have let Chi-Chi and Vegeta banged if they just asked you, right?"
Bulma nodded.
"So they banged, but just didn't ask for your permission."
Bulma frowned and then nodded again.
"Okay, so they didn't do it the 'right way'. It was a surprise, sure, but as Vegeta said, it was going to happen." 18 continued, "You put him into a position that he didn't wanna be in in the first place, and when he does what you wanted him to do, it's not under your terms, which, at the end of the day, are rather loose."
Bulma's mouth opened and closed.
"Did you tell him what to do when he found someone?"
Bulma shook her head. He assumes he'd tell her.
"So you assumed, Vegeta, who generally does what he wants with no consequences, would call you to announce he was going to bang your best friend, who, I might add, was probably encouraged by a comment you made?"
Bulma paused and she shrugged.
"Exactly." 18 finished off Bulma's glass.
"But Goku..." Bulma tried as a last ditch effort.
"Nope!" 18 held up her hand, not wanting to hear it, "We aren't talking about Goku. Let's just be honest about it, you're pissed off it happened without you being there to watch or join in."
A whole array of emotions crossed Bulma's face as she took in 18's words. Oh, Kami, she was right. What had she done?
"What do I do?" She asked, grabbing 18's hand, "I need to fix this."
"Sober up first. I know you're not supposed to go to bed angry, but I think a night on your own to think about a few things might help." 18 smiled blithely, patting Bulma's hand, "You're more than welcome to stay in our spare room."
Marron came in, holding up her picture she'd been colouring, "Finished!"
"Oh, that's great, honey!" 18 said, taking the piece of paper and standing up to secure it to the fridge. She stood back and proudly admired it, "There we go, where we can all see it."
Marron beamed and then looked at Bulma and then back to her mother, working out some things in her brain before asking:
"Mom, what's a rebound fuck?"
--
Chi-Chi had baked a dozen cakes and meals, and Goku still hadn't come home. She hadn't slept in over twenty four hours and she was exhausted. Maybe she'd eventually wear herself out, but her body showed no sign of stopping, and even then her mind wouldn't stop racing.
Worse case scenario, Goku was going to leave her, her father was going to disown her, Goten would drop out of school and lead by example and Pan was going to be a stripper... Not that there was anything wrong with stripping, in fact, she'd probably be a very supportive grandmother and beat up guys who touched her...
"Mom, are you okay? You're gonna break that spoon, and it's the third one tonight." Goten said from the kitchen table, stuffing his face full of cookies while he did his homework. He knew to stay out of her way why she was in these kinds of moods.
...Okay, she needed a break. Putting the wooden spoon down and wiping her hands with a cloth, she went to go sit with her son. Checking on his work, she helped herself to her own baking. "Hey, you're nearly done!" She said, ruffling his hair.
Goten giggled, "I'm going to be as smart as Gohan, even if I'll be the shortest in my year." He said, letting Chi-Chi wipe crumbs from his face.
"Don't worry, your dad was really small when he was your age..." She said automatically, her voice shaking as she realized what she was saying, and she cleared her throat to hide it, "He turned seventeen and he shot right up."
"Aw, but that's four years away!" Goten pouted, and ugh, he looked so much like his father.
Chi-Chi bit her lips together, "Oh... Look at my little man." She said, cupping his chin, and masking her sadness with motherly affection. She considered talking to him about what was happening with her and his father but...
"You finish your homework and then we can go do some qigong." She said, forcing a big smile and standing up, going back to finish off the current batch of cakes.
Half an hour later, her and Goten, in the twilight, slowly moved through their evening exercises. Unknown to them, Goku watched from the mouth of the forest.
He was hurt, but the more he thought about it, the less hurt he felt. He understood the why's and how's. Both of them were attractive people. Chi-Chi liked winding him up and was a flirt, and she knew that Vegeta liked Goku. The discussion would have gotten heavy and heated, and they would have been all over each other. It didn't justify their infidelity, but he got it. He wanted to fuck other people too, but he had promised Chi-Chi he wouldnt.
He was mad that Chi-Chi broke her end of the promise. And, like Bulma, he would have let her if she asked, but he was of the impression that he was going to be there when it happened. So he felt left out. And unwanted. Even if it wasn't true, it still hurt him.
And Bulma, who started all of this, didn't agree to him and Chi-Chi hooking up. But then... He understood what it was like to be in the moment. If he wasn't married, he would have been over Vegeta like a rash.
Human standards were weird and complicated.
Chi-Chi... She was so beautiful. While he didn't realize it for so long, after he figured out married life and his desires, he always found himself staring at her and feeling so proud to be her husband.
Even now, at their lowest moments. Gods, she was amazing. Fiery, strong willed, compassionate, hard working, passionate, a good mother, an excellent cook, a teacher, kinky to boot, and so loving. The way she had cried when she apologised, how guilty she felt... It just showed that she was human and that she loved him so much.
Goku sighed, teleporting over while Chi-Chi was mid palm push.
"Oh!" Chi-Chi startled as her hand connected with his forearm.
"Dad!" Goten exclaimed, running in for a hug, "Where have you been? Mom has been cooking up so much food!"
"Has she now?" Goku ruffled Goten's hair and looked down at Chi-Chi, who was avoiding eye contact. "Hey, wanna go inside and get ready for bed? I wanna spar with your mom."
"Aw! Can I watch?"
"Goten," Chi-Chi said, a warning in her tone.
"Okay..." Goten mumbled and stomped inside the house.
The two adults were quiet. Goku took a step back and got into a fighting stance. Chi-Chi took a defensive stance, and when Goku threw the first punch, she blocked it with her forearm and went for the chop to his ribs.
He punched again, twice, and she blocked it again, and then tried to pin him with her elbow and hip.
Goku stumbled forward out of the pin, and turned back to her, rubbing the back of his neck, "Good! Again!"
For the next few minutes, they grabbed, threw, blocked and chopped at each other. Goku stayed in his base form. Chi-Chi's aura ignited a bright and she managed to pin Goku to the ground for longer than a second.
Goku stared up at his wife, face determined. Chi-Chi stared back, panting. Her bottom lip quivered, and she burst into tears from all the guilt she had tried to bury under baking.
"Oh, 'Chi... come'ere." Goku whispered, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her forehead as she cried into his chest.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she blubbered into his shirt, "Please don't leave me. Please."
"Aw, honey, I'm not gonna." he promised, tilting her chin up with his hand, "Not intentionally. I might die again, who knows."
"Gokuuu..." Chi-Chi whined, and Goku laughed, kissing her. She stilled for a moment, and then relaxed into him, a wave of relief washing over her as she realised he still loved her. Though...
"You're not angry?" Chi-Chi asked, clinging to him as he righted himself, picking her up as he did.
"I mean... I'm hurt. But wounds heal, right? And I know you'll take care of me." Goku said, pressing their foreheads together.
"Oh?" Chi-Chi leaned back, sizing him up, "Want Mistress to make it all better?"
Goku chewed his inside of his cheek, thinking, "Hmm... maybe I just want Chi-Chi tonight," he said, looking into her eyes, alien obsidian on dark mahogany.
Chi-Chi nodded slowly, leaning in to kiss him again, feeling the air pressure change around them as he teleported them to the bedroom. They rarely made love like this, not since they both got so into the kinky stuff. He gently lay her down on the bed, pushing her undershirt off, kissing her neck and palming her breasts. She smelt so amazing, all natural, like home, soap, freshly baked cookies and sweat.
Goku loved her so much. He kissed down to her breasts, her 'handfuls', he could basically fit most of one in his mouth and didn't want it any other way, even when she compared herself to magazine models. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she pawed at his back, trying to pull his shirt off. She needed to feel his skin on hers.
Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he leaned back and loosened waist sash, removing his shirts once he could. Chi-Chi took the opportunity to pull his pants down and marvelled at her husband's cock, so thick and heavy and hard for her.
A few moments later, clothing now on the floor, Goku climbed back on top of his wife, kissing her hungrily and parting her legs. As he nestled between them, he could feel how wet she was. He could just fuck into her right now, but he wanted to really appreciate her.
And also make her never forget who was better at giving head, especially when it came from the man who knew her for the last twenty something years.
Chi-Chi cried out as her Goku relentlessly ate her out, fucking her with his tongue. He made sure to suck hard on her clit and tease her ass as with a finger as well.
"Oh please, please..." Chi-Chi begged, and Goku knew to push his fingers inside her and find that spot that made her arch off the bed. When she did just that, he smiled with his eyes and kept sucking, rubbing her g-spot as quick as he could without hurting her.
Since Goten was still in the house, she grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, as her husband finger fucked her to orgasm. Her mind was full of only Goku, her husband, her mate, in that moment. She bat his hand away when she couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me." she demanded, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to kiss her, licking the taste of herself from his mouth.
Goku moaned into her mouth and spared no time pushing into her. She cried out, sensitive, and he hissed, understimulated and aching for her. She gripped onto his shoulders with her fingertips as he started to drive into her over and over. He always hit the right spots and she was clenching around him and muffling her screams with his mouth.
But it wasn't enough for him.
"Please..." Goku whispered, "I need you to..."
She knew what he needed. She knew him better than anyone else. She tapped his shoulder and he moved further up he bed. He put a pillow under her hips. It was easier this way. The yoga helped with her flexibility.
Goku opened his mouth and she put her fingers inside of it. He sucked on them, and she pushed him into his throat, making him gag. The gagging also made his hips stutter and she moaned, which made him moan.
Chi-Chi withdrew her finger, slick with thick saliva. Goku pressed into her, as far as he could go, holding onto the headboard. Chi-Chi reached around his waist, skimming over his tail mark with her thumb, making him shiver. With her other hand, she grabbed his asscheek. "Relax, don't tense." she warned, staring up at him. He nodded, slowing his breathing right down, and nodded when he was ready.
There was a reason why she kept her nails short. He shivered, eyes closing as he focused on the sensation of his wife's fingers pushing into him, thinking only of her as she fucked him.
Kami, he loved her.
He cried out, gripping the head of the bed, barely mustering the strength to rut into her. She truly was his greatest weakness.
"Please. Please, you have to..." he begged, eyes watering.
"Come. Come for me." she demanded, staring up at him with only love in her eyes.
He did. It was always a spectacle. Chi-Chi moaned as Goku shuddered, hips slamming into her erratically. When he was done, he slumped forward, careful not to put his weight onto her, even if she could take it. As their panting slowed, he leaned down and kissed her sweetly, rolling off her and onto his back.
Chi-Chi rolled onto her side, staring at her marvel of a husband. "I love you." she said, kissing his shoulder.
"I love you too." he said, lifting his arm so she could cuddle him.
There was a strange, but comfortable silence, but both of them were thinking. "What's gonna happen now?" Chi-Chi asked, still feeling horrible about what happened.
"I think... Vegeta and Bulma need to make up." he said, kissing the top of her head.
Vegeta... Chi-Chi pinched his nipple teasingly, "He said you kissed him."
"Yeah. He said he loved me." Goku said, unashamed, and Chi-Chi moved, half on top of him, demanding to know the details. Goku laughed and indulged her.
Things were going to be okay.
Chapter 16: Fallout (Part 3)
Summary:
Bulma and Vegeta make up.
Notes:
Thanks again for the help, Dulcinea! Please go read her fics.
Chapter Text
Bulma didn't sleep very well at all. After painkillers, some take out and some trashy romance movies, she lay in 18 and Krillin's spare room feeling miserable. Had she ruined her marriage and her friendships? All because she felt like she wasn't getting enough attention from her alien husband. Maybe she deserved to be single, maybe she would focus on science, be a spinster...
"Coffee?" 18 said, her hair up in a towel, "Shower's free, by the way."
"Kami, yes." Bulma croaked, sitting up and swinging her legs out of bed.
"Just so you know, if the circumstances were different, I'd totally bang you." 18 said, handing her a mug, "But alas, I am monogamous."
Bulma cringed, covering her eyes with her free hand, "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm such a pervert."
"Nah, it's okay." 18 shrugged, sipping her own coffee, "You should definitely have a shower and go home though. Talk to your husband."
"Yeah... you're right." Bulma said with a sigh, her fringe blowing away from her forehead. "Okay. I'm gonna do it."
"Ganbatte." 18 said, patting her on her head.
--
Bulma ordered a French catering company to serve up brunch at her house. They set up in the garden, and Bulma hoped the smell of freshly baked croissants would attract Vegeta, and Vegeta only.
It worked.
Vegeta had just finished testing out the newly fixed and improved Gravity Chamber. He had showered and dressed, and his nose alerted him that there was food nearby. Not Panchy's baking either. Buttery pastry...
Vegeta literally followed his nose to the garden, where Bulma was pacing.
Ah. Time to talk.
"Bulma." he said by way of greeting. She startled, but then seemed to calm herself.
"Hi." she said awkwardly, and they both took a seat at the table. Vegeta was quiet as he grabbed a croissant and sniffed it. Pleased, he opened it up and buttered it. Bulma stared at him, taking in a deep breath and exhaled.
"Do you, uh, mind if I smoke?" she asked nervously.
"Give me one." Vegeta held his hand out. Bulma took them out of her purse and handed them to him, only to flinch as he incinerated the whole packet at once with his ki.
"Hey!!"
"I told you to give up." He said, dusting his hands off, and she scowled. He was right though, so she couldn't throw it back at him.
"Well... I've been trying." She grumbled, grabbing a croissant for herself.
Vegeta wanted to tell her that it wasn't good enough. That he had upheld the end of their agreement. But he ruined that by fucking Chi-Chi.
So here they were back at square one.
"I'm sorry." Bulma said with a sigh.
Vegeta wasn't expecting that one. "What for?" He said, taking a bite of the flaky bread.
"I put us in this situation, and it's only made things worse." She said, staring at her lap.
Vegeta gazed at her, chewing slowly. He sighed, dropping his croissant on his plate. "Look at me." He said, reaching over the table and grabbing her hand, "I crossed the line. It was going fine until I literally fucked it up."
Bulma sniffed peering up at him with watery eyes, "But it's my fault!"
"Did you force Chi-Chi to sit on my face?" Vegeta asked with a snort.
Bulma took her hand away, "About that. I... I realize that it was inevitable, and the only reason I'm mad is because it didn't happen on my terms. And I wasn't there." She said, playing with her napkin.
Vegeta wasn't convinced. "So, now what? We just... continue what we were doing?"
"No!" Bulma looked heavenwards and then back at him, "We obviously need to communicate better. I'm going to give you a cellphone so... You don't have an excuse next time. Because... because I'm still mad."
Vegeta nodded. "Why don't you fuck Kakarot?" He suggested.
Bulma's eyes widened, "What?"
"We were going to set up a threesome. Why don't you take my place?" Vegeta suggested.
Wow. He must be really sorry. "I feel like there's a catch." Bulma squinted at him.
"Cancel your dates and just date Kakarot and his wife. And me. I'll make more of an effort." Vegeta said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
It made sense. "You mean it?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"...Fine." Bulma said, taking her phone out and sending a few messages. "Deleting the app too."
"Good."
"I, uh... I don't know whether or not I'd fuck Chi-Chi though." Bulma said, tapping her chin in thought. "I mean... It's not that she's unattractive, she's just my best friend."
"But you'd fuck Kakarot."
"Yes, but it's different. I'm attracted to Goku."
Vegeta helped himself to a lemon tart, "Have you asked Chi-Chi and Kakarot what they want?" He said, licking his lips after taking a bite.
"Huh. Maybe I should. I need to apologise to Chi-Chi too."
Vegeta licked his fingers clean, feeling less awkward now and ready to devour the rest of his breakfast.
"Maybe you and Goku should spar or something while I talk to Chi-Chi." Bulma said, finally eating her own breakfast.
Vegeta paused. Right. He had told Kakarot he loved him. And they kissed.
He told her.
Bulma paused mid bite. "Wait... Like romantically? Not just 'I wanna fuck Kakarot'?" She said, frowning slightly.
"Correct." Vegeta said with a light blush on his face.
Bulma dropped her knife on the table, "Lemme get this straight. For the last 15 or so years, you haven't been able to tell me that you love me, but you told Goku that you love him?" Her voice was raised now.
Vegeta sagged in his seat, looking heavenwards, "Of course I love you, you idiot!"
"No, you don't!" She stood up, ready to storm off, but Vegeta reached out and pulled her close to him in a tight embrace. "Let me go!" She screeched, struggling in his arms.
"Bulma. Listen to me." He said into her hair. She relented, panting slightly, and sniffed, tears coming. "I have been stubborn and in denial. I have viewed love as a weak human emotion. I have loved you since the morning Trunks was born, I just didn't know that what I was feeling was love." Vegeta said, tucking her head under his chin, "I see the love that Chi-Chi has for Kakarot, while different, is also the same love I have for Kakarot, and also the same love for you. I'm proud of you. And I know now that that pride is also love."
Bulma was still. "Tell me you love me." She said, a small whisper into his chest.
"I love you." He said without hesitation, pulling her back to look into his eyes, "I love you. I'm sorry--"
Bulma cut him off, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him desperately, salt on her lips. "Keep telling me. Every day." She demanded in between kisses, "Show me you love me."
He picked her up. "I'll show you right now."
They barely made it inside. As much as Bulma wouldn't mind if Vegeta just pushed all the food and good crockery off the table and taken her right there, they both were aware that in-laws, Capsule Corp workers and/or a God of Destruction looking for a meal could appear at any time. "Bathroom." She gasped, a not so secret desire to one up her best friend popping to mind.
Vegeta pushed them both through the door and placed her on the sink, going to kneel between her legs. "Skip that. I just want you to fuck me." Bulma said in desperation, pulling her skirt up and moving her underwear aside.
"As you wish." He undid his fly, lined up and pushed in. Bulma gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on for dear life.
"I love you." He snarled in her face before kissing her.
"I love you--" She gasped into his mouth as his slammed into her, over and over.
"Fuck, I love you!!" He groaned as he felt her walls tighten and gush around his cock as she came.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I love you too, keep goin--" She chanted, as he slammed his hips against her inner thighs, once, twice, and one last shaky push that sent him over.
They were silent, catching their breaths, until the sink dislodged from the wall, and the broken faucet shot cold water at Bulma's back. "Fuck! Not again!" Bulma screeched, scrambling into Vegeta's arms and hanging on to him as the sink fell onto the tiles and shattered.
"Well, at least its our sink this time." Vegeta said with a shrug, gently righting his wife.
Bulma looked at him and giggled, "You call maintenance. I've got work to do, and then... we should really talk to Chi-Chi and Goku."
Vegeta nodded, and even as the water pooled around their feet, he stared at his wife fondly as she took her shirt off and wrung it out. "You are truly beautiful, especially when we fuck." he said, leaning in and kissing her shoulder.
"Uh-uh, you love me. It's making love now." Bulma teased, beeping his nose with her thumb. Vegeta frowned and rolled his eyes.
But he was smiling. He did love her, that idiot woman.
Chapter 17: Communication Restored
Summary:
All four adults talk like adults. Goku figures something out. Brotherhood is forged.
Chapter Text
Chi-Chi's stress baking worked for the better, as they had plenty to serve two hungry Saiyans, their wives and children for lunch. While Goten and Trunks play fought and Bulla napped, the adults sat down and talked it out.
"I'm really, really sorry about putting us all in this mess, and I'm glad you're all still keen on making this work." Bulma said, opting for green tea over the wine Chi-Chi offered. She turned to Chi-Chi, pushing a small box towards her, "So we can communicate better, I want to give you this phone. I've already given one to Vegeta."
Vegeta rolled his eyes when his phone vibrated yet again. "Kakarot, I swear to the gods, if that's another selfie, I'm going to block you."
"No blocking!" Bulma kicked Vegeta under the table, continuing, "So now no-one has an excuse to not communicate. Vegeta, maybe you should show Chi-Chi how it works..?" She added a smirk on the end.
Both Chi-Chi and Vegeta grimaced at the insinuating remark, Chi-Chi suddenly busying herself with the opening of the box in front of her. Vegeta 'hmph'd. His phone vibrated again, and he ignored it.
"...check your phone!" Goku nudged Vegeta.
Vegeta sighed, long suffering and looked at his phone briefly. "What is this?" He said with a bewildered sigh.
"It's a cat, and he wants a cheeseburger!" Goku whispered excitedly.
"I also want to propose a... funishment of sorts." Bulma said, which instantly had everyone's attention, "Because of recent events, I'd like to have sex with Goku before Vegeta has a chance to. Any questions?"
Vegeta grumbled into his phone, and Goku's eyebrows disappeared up under his bangs in surprise. Chi-Chi raised her hand.
"Yes, Chi-Chi?" Bulma pointed at her.
"I want to tie up your husband." Chi-Chi half-asked, half-demanded, all deadpan. Vegeta turned a very interesting shade of red.
"You are welcome to do so." Bulma grinned, "Yes, Goku?"
"Wait, uh, can we, uh... go back to the Bulma and Goku thing?" Goku looked a little concerned.
They all looked at him expectantly.
"Um... actually, can I talk to Chi-Chi about it first? I thought we were gonna do a three thing."
"Oh, right." Bulma nodded. Chi-Chi used this moment to stand up and clear some plates from the table. Goku followed behind her like a nervous puppy.
Vegeta crossed his arms, "Well, really. How in the hell did I end up in a relationship with two conniving witches and a complete pussy."
Bulma typed on her phone.
Vegeta's phone vibrated. He checked it, squinting at the screen, "...You just sent me a little picture of a middle finger."
--
"What's up, honey?" Chi-Chi said, comforting her antsy husband, "Don't you wanna fuck Bulma?"
"I do! I'm just... I dunno, nervous?" Goku said, brow furrowed, "My brain is going a mile a minute, my heart feels all weird, but my thing is like 'lets do it!' and... I feel like there's something I have to do first."
Chi-Chi stroked his arms gently, "You don't have to do it right away, and I'm sure Bulma will understand if you need time or don't wanna do it."
Goku thought about it and stroked the back of his neck... Wait, that was it. "Okay, I just need to ask Vegeta something." He said, kissing her forehead and rushing back out the door.
"Hey, uh, can I borrow Vegeta for two seconds?" He said, interrupting the other couple, who seemed to be having a heated discussion about 'emoji'.
"Sure. But keep your eggplant emoji in your pants emoji." Bulma said, giggling.
"Eggplant? What?"
"Don't mind her." Vegeta stood up, taking Goku's wrist and pulling him away from the house, "She is spouting inane nonsense."
When they were a decent distance away from both kids and wives, Goku looked over to Bulma, who was soon joined by Chi-Chi and dessert. "Hey, I just wanted to ask you something." He said, turning back to his... boyfriend to be..?
Vegeta crossed his arms and peered up at him expectantly.
Goku smiled, "You're cute." He teased, unable to stop himself.
"That's not a question." Vegeta snorted, but accepted the compliment.
"Oh! Um, so there's this weird... urge?.. I have..? For Chi-Chi to bite my neck." Goku explained, and Vegeta nodded.
"I'm not surprised. You want her to mate you, to own you." The older saiyan said, "You're at the typical age that your body wants that. It's your Saiyan instincts telling you that she's the one you want to settle down with. It's a sign of maturity."
"Oh. Did you feel that way?" Goku asked.
Vegeta nodded, "I asked Bulma if I could mark her. She said no. I moved passed it."
Goku frowned, "Did it upset you?"
"Initially. We're married to humans, Kakarot. They prefer jewelery over ceremonial scars." Vegeta snorted, "But I suppose your wife wouldn't say no to biting you for ownership."
"You think so?"
"She wants to tie me up. Anything is possible."
Goku grinned, looking over to his wife, "Yeah, it took a while for me to get used to, but it's worth it. She gets really proud when she's perfected a new knot or tie. And... I dunno, there's something about her that just... makes me wanna do everything she says, and I wanna let her do anything she wants to do."
"Hah! You sound like every married Saiyan I've met." Vegeta said, clapping his hand on Goku's shoulder.
Goku bit his lip. Chi-Chi and Bulma looked distracted, the kids were busy. He turned around and closed the gap between him and Vegeta, "I kinda feel the same way about you." He admitted, putting his hand on Vegeta's neck, stroking his chin with his thumb.
Vegeta peered up at Goku through his eyelashes, "Oh? Is that a promise?" He said, his hands moving to Kakarot's waist, feeling his muscles through his t-shirt. The taller Saiyan shivered, leaning in to capture Vegeta's lips between his own.
Their lip lock, while amazing, was short lived. Vegeta's phone buzzed in his jacket pocket. He wanted to crush the stupid thing, but he'd made a promise to keep it, and answer it when it went off.
"Gonna get that?" Goku said, kissing to his neck. Vegeta grizzled, checking the notifications.
A line of kissy face emoji, a wink emoji and the eggplant emoji.
Vegeta looked over to Bulma and Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi's cheeks were rosy and she was acting like she hadn't been watching them. Bulma waved, a huge grin on her face.
Trunks and Goten were also staring.
Vegeta pushed Goku off him. "Brute." He muttered, walking back over to his wife.
--
Trunks did a double take. "Goten, wait." He said, slapping his fist away, "Look."
His dad and Goku, one of the coolest people in the world, were... kissing??
Ew????
"Huh." Goten said, scratching his head. "That's... weird."
"That's gross!" Trunks said, and Goten punched him in the arm.
"Hey! Miss Hamilton said it's not okay to call two guys kissing gross." Goten protested.
"I don't care if they're two guys? Anyone kissing for more than two seconds is gross!" Trunks said, punching him back.
They watched as both of their dads went back to both of their moms.
"Goten, Trunks! Can you come here please?" Bulma called out. Both boys picked themselves off the grass and ran over, sitting in their seats. Chi-Chi started serving up cake.
"We wanna talk to you about something pretty special to us." Bulma continued, reaching out to ruffle Trunks' hair.
All four adults seemed a bit nervous about what to say next. "Uh, you know how moms and dads love each other very much?" Goku tried, when noone spoke up, "Well, uh..."
"Sometimes..." Chi-Chi took over, "Sometimes they love other moms and dads. And each other."
"Oh. Okay!" Goten said, shoving cake in his mouth, completely fine with the prospect.
"Wait-wait-wait." Trunks said, nose screwed up, "So you're saying that Dad and Goku love each other?"
Goku and Vegeta looked at each other. Vegeta looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, but when Kakarot put his hand on his, he nodded.
Trunks blinked rapidly, "Okay. I guess."
"Hey, remember when Ursa's mom and Fox's dad got married they became brothers?" Goten exclaimed, "Can me and Trunks be brothers too?"
Vegeta bristled, "We're not getting--"
"Sure, I don't see why not!" Bulma interupted, before anyone could dash the kids' hopes.
"Brothers!!!" Goten stood up and tackle-hugged Trunks.
"Well," Bulma said, as everyone watched the boys try to pin each other, getting excited about their new status as siblings, "They took it well."
"Looks like we need to get married!" Goku joked, kissing Vegeta on the cheek.
"I fine with one spouse, thank you very much." Vegeta sneered, wiping his cheek.
"And a boyfriend." Chi-Chi teased.
"And maybe a girlfriend?" Bulma nudged Chi-Chi, who giggled girlishly.
"Gods, how am I going to survive?" Vegeta sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face in defeat.
Goku was staring at his phone, looking puzzled before it clicked. "...Oh!!! I get it now! It's a penis!!"
Chapter 18: Love Bites
Summary:
Two accounts of mutual masturbation (GoChi and KakaVege)
Chapter Text
"I want you to bite me as hard as you can."
Chi-Chi paused as she brushed her hair at her vanity. She looked over her shoulder where Goku lay in bed, hands behind his head, relaxed.
"Enough to leave a mark." He added, grinning.
"Why?" She asked, putting her brush down and standing up, her cotton nightgown swishing around her legs.
Goku watched her climb into bed next to him, "I dunno. Something deep down inside me wants it."
Chi-Chi got comfortable, pulling the covers up around her chin. "Huh. Like a brand?" She suggested.
Goku rolled onto his side, "Yeah. Like... Like you own me."
"But I don't 'own' you..."
He blushed, signifying he thought otherwise. Clearing his throat, he fiddled with the quilt. "Vegeta says it's a Saiyan thing. And I... I wanna wear your mark. Especially before me 'n' Bulma... y'know..."
Chi-Chi supposed she understood. It was kind of sweet, but there was something... That didn't sit right. "Wouldn't you want Vegeta to bite you instead?" She asked, reaching up to stroke the area she intended to bite on his neck.
"Not instead... Maybe as well?" Goku said, putting his hands on her waist as she straddled his waist. He was naked and hard, and she usually didn't wear underwear to bed. The idea of this whole biting thing made her wet.
"Would you let Bulma bite you?" She asked, rolling her hips so her cunt glided up and down his shaft and teasingly.
"If she wanted to." Goku sighed. This was really nice, and reminded him about both of them being young and figuring out sex together.
"She should. All of us should." Chi-Chi smiled, that old mischievous look in her eyes.
"You like that idea too?" Goku said, rocking up against her.
"Uh-huh." She uttered, teasing the head of her cock as she rotated her hips, letting it catch against her entrance. Kami, she was so wet.
"Chiiii..." He moaned as they both needily humped at each other. This was enough for Chi-Chi but not enough for Goku. He needed something inside him to come.
"Wanna grab a toy or two?" She asked, and he blindly opened the bedside table, searching with his hands for a medium sized dildo with a flared base that Goku liked to use on his own, and the lube. For her, he had to go to the bottom drawer and get out the body wand.
Soon the two were working each other into a frenzy. Chi-Chi had the body wand between them, up against her clit and the base of his cock, and Goku ground down on the dildo, pressing in all the right spots.
"Not gonna... last..." Goku panted, red faced and staring up at his gorgeous wife, worshipping her with his gaze, fresh faced and glistening, her hair curling around her shoulders, her nightgown hiked up around her chest, her small breasts still hanging perfectly, the rest of her body so firm and toned, her pussy pressed up against the head of the wand and...
"Now! Please!" He begged, baring his neck.
Chi-Chi abandoned the wand and moved, up and down onto his cock, filling herself up with one movement and grabbed onto his shoulders, and latched onto his neck with her mouth, biting down as hard as she could.
"Harder, harder!" He begged, grabbing her hips and pulling her down.
Concentrating as hard as she could, so much that her aura became visible, she managed to pierce the skin, first with her canines, and with a bit of work the rest of her teeth. Goku cried out, coming deep inside of her as he slammed her hips onto the tops of his thighs over and over.
When his breaths evened out, she leaned back on his thighs, grabbing the wand and finished herself off. Her chin was covered in his blood and she licked it off her teeth and lips, moaning from the taste and the vibrating on her clit. He moaned as she clenched around his oversensitive cock, his come frothing and dribbling out of her.
"Wow..." Goku sighed, watching appreciatively, feeling such a strong connection to her. He loved her so, so much.
Chi-Chi slumped back, falling between his legs, her legs splayed. "How was that?" She asked, sounded exhausted.
"Mm... Exactly what I wanted." Goku relaxed into the pillows.
"Good." She said, sitting up and moving so she lay on his chest. He kissed her, tasting his own blood, and lapped at her chin.
"Ew, stop. You're not a dog!" Chi-Chi pushed him away by the face, and then got up to go to the bathroom. "Did you want me to clean up your bite?" She asked as she washed her face.
"Nah, it'll heal overnight. Hopefully it scars." Goku wiped his dick on the sheets and got comfortable, toy still in him.
Chi-Chi joined him a few moments later, "Ugh, can't be bothered cleaning the toys." She muttered, getting in beside him and avoiding the wet spot.
"I'll clean up in the morning." He promised, wrapping his arms around her, kissing the back of her neck. "I love you so much. I'm yours."
"I love you too. You're mine." She said, smiling to herself as they both fell asleep.
--
The next morning, Goku dutifully cleaned the toys, took the sheets off the bed, and aired the mattress out in the front yard. He went to work in the fields with no protesting and was done by noon.
"Did you want me to do anything else today?" Goku asked, helping Chi-Chi hang out the clean washing on the line.
"Hmm... Nope, you've done everything I want you to do." She said, standing up on her toes to kiss him.
"Can I go spar with Vegeta?" He asked with a grin.
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes and nodded, "Fine. Have fuuun~" she teased with a wink, "Don't do anything too naughty."
"Oh, yeah, when was I gonna do the thing with Bulma?" Goku asked, scratching his nose.
"Oh! Uh, Friday maybe? I think Bulma was going to arrange for me and Vegeta to take the kids somewhere."
"Ooh, like a date?" He teased back.
Chi-Chi's cheeks heated up. "Ugh, go spar!!" She said, whipping him with a pillowcase.
Goku laughed, "Okay, okay! See you later!"
Chi-Chi stuck her tongue out at him as he teleported away, but she was smiling. She loved him so much.
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(1) NEW MESSAGE
FROM: KAKAROT
DELETE or MARK AS READ
"Oh, did you get a phone? Trunks tried to show me his phone but I couldn't understand what he was going on about." Panchy said, taking Vegeta's lunch plate away. Bulla sat opposite him, gumming at a cookie.
"I'm getting the hang of it." He muttered, tapping on the message. It seemed to be just a string of those little pictures.
🤼🤼🏞️🎣👨❤️💋👨👨❤️💋👨👨❤️💋👨
Vegeta just called him.
"Can't you just tell me that you want to spar instead of sending me those idiotic hieroglyphics?"
"So that's a yes?" Kakarot's voice came through the phone.
"Yes, fine." He said, hanging up on him. Kakarot instantly appeared next to him, making him flinch. Bulla burbled in greeting, offering Goku her cookie.
"Aww, thanks Bulla, but you can have it." He said, offering his hand to her dad, "Ready?"
"Tch, fine." Vegeta said, taking his hand without being asked, before they disappeared.
"Oh, how romantic!" Panchy remarked to Bulla.
"Pllfpp."
--
Goku and Vegeta fought with a new, unbridled passion that seemed to stem from their growing attraction to each other and their rekindled love from their spouses. The punches hit harder, they slammed into one another and tossed each other about, destroying the landscape and grinning and laughing all the while.
It was getting dark when the dull ache of exhaustion set in, and Vegeta tapped out. "I'm starving. Catch us a meal?" He said, landing on the ground and sitting down, reverting to his base form.
"Sure!" Goku offered, watching the water in the nearby stream for a few seconds before diving in. He came out with a giant fish, and after setting up a fire, soon it was nothing but greasy bones.
"So, Chi-Chi said you two were going on a date." Goku teased, picking his teeth with a thin bone, watching Vegeta get up.
"Pfft. Hardly. It's just babysitting while you fuck my wife." Vegeta washed his hands in the water.
Goku sucked on the inside of his mouth in thought and then grinned up at him from his spot in the long grass, "Yeah but isn't she kind of my wife as well?"
"What?! Ugh..." Vegeta's face went red and he looked away from him, sticking his chin out, "No...? Maybe?"
"Aw, why not? You can be Chi-Chi's second husband... And my husband." Goku continued teasing, although he knew it probably wasn't a serious proposal. It was fun to wind him up now. "I'm really excited to fuck Bulma, cuz then I get to fuck you."
Vegeta growled, pushing away from the tree he was leaning against, "Stop teasing. You're going to get me into trouble." He hissed as he went to join him. The excitement was mutual, but he didn't want to break his promise. As long as Kakarot didn't do any funny business, they'd be fine.
"Nah, I don't want that... But we could... talk about it?" Goku smiled, playing coy, "I'm excited for what Bulma has planned..."
"Hn. No doubt something debaucherous." Vegeta licked his lips as his eyes wandered over his future lover's ripped gi, up his legs, "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"
"Oh! Um... Maybe what you like?" Goku leaned back on his hands, watching Vegeta check him out. His cock was getting harder, because he was always half mast when he fought with Vegeta.
"I'm not a freak, like you and your woman, if that's what you're asking me." Vegeta said, wondering if Kakarot knew his nipple was visible through his scorched t-shirt.
Goku looked down and then looked up with a knowing grin, "You like my chest? It's really sensitive..." He said casually, touching his own nipple and shivering.
"Is it, now..." Vegeta deadpanned, sitting up straight, wondering if Kakarot was going to show off more erogenous zones.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"Meh. Not so much."
Goku pouted, his hand idly stroking his chest. "Y'know, Chi-Chi once clamped my nipples and pulled on them... And when she took the clamps off, she rubbed them until I came." He supplied, as if he was just talking about the weather.
Vegeta sucked in a breath, "Kakarot, you're walking a very thin line here." He said, clenching his fists.
Goku tilted his head to the side, acting clueless, "Am I turning you on? Are you gonna jump me, like you did with Chi-Chi?"
Vegeta actually laughed - cruelly, but a laugh all the same. "I've learnt my lesson. You'll have to wait, unfortunately." He said, shaking his head, but then leaned forward, "Kakarot, have you always been this slutty? If so, congratulations on hiding it so well."
Goku leaned forward, challenging him, "Only for Chi-Chi, but I can go lower." He said, running his hand down over his abs, flirting with the waistband of his pants, "The first time Chi-Chi pegged me, I pretty much came instantly, and it was hands down the best orgasm of my life."
Vegeta's mouth felt dry and he swallowed, watching Kakarot's hand, "W--" he cleared his throat, "When was that?"
"Hmm... After Buu. I'd been dead for so long, she had collected a whole bunch of toys." Goku said, undoing his waistband, "A lot of the times we fuck, it's her fucking me like that."
Vegeta's eyebrows shot up as he realised what Kakarot was doing. He was going to jerk off in front of him. "This is a bit more than just talking, Kakarot." He said, his own hard cock pressing against his body suit, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
"Oh." Goku paused, holding his waistband up over his own cock, his ass hanging out, "Did Bulma say I couldn't jerk off?"
"...no?"
"Good, because I really need to." Goku continued, dropping the torn orange fabric.
Vegeta bit his bottom lip. Kakarot, in clothes, was a goddamn marvel, but out of them, hard and dripping (!!!) was just... mind -blowingly awesome. His cock was gorgeous, and Vegeta wasn't even into cocks. Well, he was now into one cock.
"Fuck." He uttered, like the wind had been knocked out of him.
"Yeah? Whaddiya think?" Goku said with his signature grin, kneeling in the grass, stroking up and down his shaft.
"You're an asshole, but a fucking sexy one." Vegeta said, finding the seam of his own jumpsuit and pushed it down, his cock springing up as soon as it was free.
"Hehe, thanks!" Goku beamed and then looked down, "Oh wow, you're looking good too."
"Damn right, it's good." Vegeta muttered, sucking on his bottom lip, "And more than adequate."
"Aw, you've got nothing to be ashamed of!"
Vegeta scoffed, "Shut up. Tell me more about what you like." He said, stroking himself.
"Um... Well, I like being tied up, even though I can break out of stuff like that. It's about self control, but also losing control, I think. And 'Chi likes seeing me like that. And I love pleasing her."
Goku was also teasing himself, working himself up slowly with little hitches of breath and light touches.
"What about ki restraints?" Vegeta suggested, "Also get rid of that shirt."
Goku grinned and tore the rest of the garment off, now reduced to rags. "We could try that! Tell me what you like!" He said, getting more comfortable, lying down.
"I like fucking." Vegeta grunted, moving so he was lying down next to him, close but so far away. This was also an exercise in self control, trying not to pounce on this gorgeous specimen.
"Nooo! Gimme details." Goku gave another mock pout, and ugh, Vegeta wanted to suck on that stupid bottom lip.
"Fine." Vegeta rolled his eyes heavenwards and thought for a moment. "Bulma does... this thing with her mouth...? And she can take it all into her throat."
"Oh! Same!"
Vegeta stared incredulously at the other Saiyan, pausing as his cock twitched in his hand, "Well, fuck. Of course you can suck dick."
Goku nodded vigorously, "I love it. I can come from just doing that too."
"Dammit, Kakarot. You're just a fucking... Hair trigger..." Vegeta took his hands away and had to close his eyes for a moment, because... well.
Goku giggled again, "You were about to come, weren't you? It's okay to. If you're like me, you can get it up again in no time."
Vegeta opened his eyes and turned to look at him, "No! I am not going to come before... you..."
Gods, Kakarot looked so fucking good. He was having a hard time restraining himself from rolling over and fucking him into next week.
Goku was on his back, teasing his nipple with one hand and stroking his cock, pointed upwards to his naval. The blue grass around them and the faint glow of the fire and distant fireflies and the mist of nearby hotpools on the warm night air just... framed him, picture perfect.
"What?" Goku said, "Vegeta, you look like you're gonna eat me."
Vegeta shook his head, "You look good enough to eat." He said, hand returning to his own cock. How could he get his revenge if he couldn't touch him?
An evil smirk popped on his face. He said, lowering his voice a few tones, "The first thing I'm going to have to do to you is suck that cock."
Goku, fucking, honest to Kami, whimpered.
Hah! Vegeta still had it.
"And then, I'm going to push you down on your hands and knees--"
Goku promptly did so, face down in the grass with his ass presented towards Vegeta. "Like this?" He asked eagerly.
Vegeta was not expecting that. He wasn't going to touch him, even if he was basically ready for him to just...
"I'm going to..." He continued, curious to see what Kakarot was going to do, "I'm going to open you up with my fingers. One at a time."
Goku spat on his fingers and reached behind him, one hand spreading his cheeks and the other. Vegeta only got a millisecond glance at that tight little furl of puckered flesh before Kakarot's finger pushed into it, surprisingly easily, with a moan.
Vegeta also let out a similar noise at the sight. Goku paused, hand stilling for a moment, until he continued, sinking his finger in deeper.
"Gods, Kakarot. That shouldn't... That shouldn't look as good as it does." He panted, stroking himself again, "How does it feel?"
"Amazing--" Goku choked out, hips twitching backward against his hands.
"It's gonna feel even better with me fucking into you." Vegeta said, his free hand gripping onto his own thigh, and Kakarot groaned, pushing in a second finger alongside the first.
Goku's untouched cock was leaking clear liquid onto the grass under him. Vegeta so badly wanted to suck it up, to lick it off him. "Fuck yourself faster, Kakarot. Imagine it's me inside you, now, filling you up." He said, his voice as thin as a gasp, and oh god he was falling apart, oh, fuckfuckFUCK!
With ragged moans being pulled out of him, Vegeta spilt on the ground before him, the sight too much for him to bear. Kakarot followed suit, the primal grunting behind him sending him off, and knowing he had caused it made his squeeze tight around his fingers and had him crying out as if in pain.
The two Saiyans lay panting in the grass, catching their breath. Not caring anymore, Vegeta grabbed Kakarot by the waist and pulled him close, unable to not go another second without physical contact. Spooning didn't count as sex, surely.
"Wow." Goku said, closing his eyes at the touch and revelling in the breath on his neck, "Didn't know you were a cuddler."
"Didn't know you were such a fucking tease." Vegeta muttered, inhaling his scent, "It's a pity you're married, we probably would have fucked long ago."
"Maybe! I probably woulda fucked some other people too." Goku said, turning over in Vegeta's arms, looking at him, "Chi-Chi thinks I would be a big ol' slut."
"Oh, really? I bet you would have fucked the Namek." Vegeta teased, entwining their legs.
"Maybe! I dunno if he's into that sort of thing. But he was so strong when I first met him... and his chest is so big and he's so tall!!!" Goku gushed, like some sort of besotted teenager.
"Okay, what about the bald human?"
"Nah, never felt that way about him. Plus he's straight."
"The guy with three eyes?"
"Hmm... Maybe if Chiaotzu wasn't in the picture?"
Vegeta snorted, "Okay, tell me you'd draw the line at that pathetic scarred weakling."
"Yamcha? I mean, he's handsome... But he's not strong enough." Goku screwed his nose up.
"Thank gods. Who else?"
"Um... Oh! 17 and 18 are really pretty!"
Vegeta nodded, "I agree, but I still resent 18 for breaking my arm."
"Wow, that was 13 years ago. I mean, I forgive you for beating the crap outta me." Goku said, poking Vegeta's chest with his finger. He thought about other people, "Oh, you know who else? Whis. Oh! And Hit. They're both super strong and Hit is super mysterious and..."
Vegeta out his hand over Goku's mouth, "Enough. You're making me jealous." He said, but he was smirking. Goku looked into his eyes, and--
"Eugh! Did you just lick me?" Vegeta pulled his hand away and shoved at him, but Goku latched on tight, kissing him on the cheek with a smile.
"I love you too." Goku said against his skin.
Vegeta froze up and pulled back to look at him. Goku was smiling, with so much love in his eyes. The older saiyan sighed, getting comfortable in his lovers arms. He looked at the bite marks on Goku's shoulder, and traced the small lines with his fingers. "She did a good job. You have a talented wife, Kakarot." He said, kissing the mark.
"Will you mark me, Vegeta?"
Vegeta closed his eyes. "Maybe." he said, but in his heart he knew that he wouldn't hesitate, given the opportunity.
"We'll see."
Chapter 19: Date Night
Summary:
Chi-Chi and Vegeta finally get their date, and Bulma and Goku finally get theirs...
Notes:
Thank you so much to Dulcinea, for letting me use her Saiyan language and relationship roles.
Chapter Text
It was a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon. Chi-Chi picked up Goten and Trunks from school in her hover car, ignoring the looks from other moms at the pick up zone.
"How was school?" She asked as the both teens put their seatbelts on.
"Meh, it was okay. I got an 98 on the science quiz and everyone gave me weird looks when the teacher announced my grade. It was too easy, the only reason I didn't get 100 is because I drew a picture of Mr Satan farting in the corner."
Goten cracked up laughing.
"Right? Comedy genius."
Chi-Chi tsked, "Well, maybe you should have spend that time double checking your answers instead. And what about you, Goten?"
"We had pizza for lunch!" Goten said excitedly.
"We get pizza for lunch every Friday, Goten."
"Okay, but you had that English test, didn't you?" Chi-Chi waited for the car in front of her to pull out, and noticed Shiri and her kid talking to a teacher. Shiri was wearing a long flowy dress that was slightly see-through. The teacher had a hard time keeping eye contact.
"Oh yeah, it was okay. I got a 75." Goten said, "But the pizza has pineapple on it."
"75, huh? Could be better..." Chi-Chi watched the teacher walk Shiri to her own car. If she timed it right...
She turned on the ignition, and the car lifted off the ground. The wind from the tire propellers shot out in all directions, causing Shiri's skirts to fly up over her head.
A fountain of blood shot out from the teacher's nose and hit Shiri's front. She screamed, "Pervert!!" And slapped him in the face.
Chi-Chi cackled, speeding off down the street.
"Wow, that lady wasn't wearing panties!" Trunks had his nose pressed up against the glass.
"Ew!" Goten cringed.
"Hey, what do you kids think about going somewhere fun?" Chi-Chi said, her mood a lot better now, "I was thinking Dream Land."
Both kids started screaming excitedly, and Chi-Chi took the time when they stopped at the nearest red light to text Vegeta.
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(1) NEW MESSAGE
FROM: CHI-CHI
MARK AS READ OR DELETE
Vegeta eyed the notification. They had been messaging each other for the last week. A few flirtatious remarks and some plan making. Bulma had some suggestions for responses. Overall, Vegeta didn't mind the experience, but he preferred to meet with Chi-Chi in person.
He admitted, while his feelings weren't as strong as he felt for his wife or Kakarot, they were there. It was coming on stronger than his initial experience with Bulma, but maybe because they were more compatible with one another than they thought.
Vegeta tried to imagine a life if he had married Chi-Chi instead. More home made food, a wife that sparred but was also disciplined and focused on raising young, dark haired children who were probably smart asses.
It was... a strange thought. He loved what he had, but it was interesting to think about.
He opened the message.
Got the kids. Meet you at Dream Land in ten. Hope you brought the VIP passes.
Vegeta snorted. Of course he had the VIP passes. Bulma had given them to him before he left and she sure as fuck didn't wanna wait in the queues with the dumb humans.
He replied with a 'thumbs up' emoji. It was quicker than typing out a response, and more polite than leaving her on 'seen', apparently.
He was learning more every day.
He touched down outside the amusement park. He'd taken Trunks to a different one, which was more of a shopping mall with a few boring rides for kids, but the place Bulma had arranged for them to go to was for older thrill seekers.
Who needed rollercoasters, when you could fly through the air?
Of course, this was just a distraction for the kids so A) they wouldn't burst in on Bulma and Kakarot fucking, and B) so Chi-Chi and Vegeta could talk and spend time together while their kids went on rides.
Vegeta wondered how Goku and Bulma were getting on, but the thought was short lived as he caught sight of Chi-Chi and the boys.
"Dad?! You're here??" Trunks said, rushing over to meet him, Goten following.
"I'm here to drop off your VIP passes." Vegeta lied, eyes flicking over to Chi-Chi as she caught up.
Chi-Chi had taken a bit of pride in her outfit today, not that the kids noticed, with a red sleeveless cheongsam and a magenta scarf. She had even plucked her eyebrows and put on a red tinted lip gloss.
"Aw, come on, come join us! Look, there's even four passes!" Trunks said, holding up the lanyards.
"Yeah, join us." Chi-Chi said with a wink.
Vegeta looked into her eyes and around her face, eyes lingering on the plush shine of the lip gloss. He was reminded of ripe, juicy berries.
"Fine." He said, and the boys cheered, putting on their lanyards and running towards the entrance.
"Don't worry, you don't have to go on any rides." Chi-Chi said, stepping forward and taking his hand, "We can just... talk. Not like you and Goku the other night, though, we might get kicked out."
Vegeta flinched visibly, snatching his hand away instinctively, "Ugh! You're so lewd!"
Chi-Chi laughed, high pitched and bell like. "You love it." She teased, taking his arm instead and walking with him.
--
Meanwhile, Bulma had ordered take out. "Are you sure you don't want to go out?" She asked, returning to the living room in more comfortable clothes and no make up. She had to cancel her bookings when he suggested he just wanted to stay home and hang out.
"Yeah! I'm not really a restaurant guy, as much as I love eating. I feel like you have to make dumb small talk, and everyone else is judging you." Goku said, barefoot and wearing a t-shirt and tracksuit pants.
"Not because you don't wanna be seen with me?" Bulma teased, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Of course not! I'm proud to be your friend." Goku said, arm on the back of the couch, and she scooted closer. He was comfortable with her being in such close proximity.
"Okay, well I got some martial arts movies. I thought you might like them." Bulma said, picking up the remote, "Unless you want to watch something else."
"Martial arts is good!" Goku said, "I like the ones where the actors are actual fighters and do their own stunts."
"You would." Bulma smirked, curling up next to him after selecting a movie that would do the trick.
Goku talked through most of the movie, pointing out fighting styles and criticising the special effects, and how it would be cooler if the ki battles were actually real and not just computer graphics. Bulma threw popcorn at him and called him a nerd. He tickled her, and she squawked, and he laughed at the sound because she sounded like a weird bird and then they were looking into each other's eyes...
There was a buzz on the intercom.
"Ooh, foods here!" Goku stood up and Bulma fell forward into the couch.
Sitting up, Bulma was wondering if this was going to work. They were best friends, and while he was attractive, maybe it was only going to be a platonic affair?
Goku came back, carrying a literal truck load of food. "This should do for dinner! We might need to have a midnight snack though." He said, putting the food down on the coffee table in front of them. They could barely see the television.
"Oh gosh, I don't know where to sta--" she began, but Goku just grabbed the nearest thing - some garlic bread - and unwrapped it.
"...okay, uh... Pizza." She said, grabbing the edge of a box that stuck out.
--
Chi-Chi and Vegeta were exhausted, just from chasing the kids around from ride to ride. "Okay, I need a break." Chi-Chi said, sitting on a park bench.
"Aww, but there's so many rides to go on!" Goten said, climbing on his mother, hopped up on sugar. His mouth was covered in icecream. Trunks was finishing the last of his, tugging on his father's hand.
"Goten, stop it." She said, picking him up and putting him down.
Vegeta took out his wallet. "Your mother needs a break from your hyperactivity. Here." He took out a few thousand zenni, giving it to Trunks, "Leave us alone for an hour. And stay on the ground! If you get into trouble, no video games for a year!"
Chi-Chi watched as the two ran off, hooting, like a couple of delinquents. She would have scolded Vegeta for encouraging them, but she was too worn out.
"They're gonna spend that all on candy." She half heatedly grumbled as Vegeta sat down next to her.
"Did you want something substantial to eat?" He asked, and she looked at her watch. It was close to dinner time. She'd usually have dinner on the table by now.
The two explored their options, which was mostly carnival food, but tucked away at the back of the food stalls was a little noodle shop, which suited them nicely. Vegeta, typically bought everything that was available.
Chi-Chi picked at her lo mein, watching Vegeta devour an entire noodle shop's worth of food. Unlike her husband, who wasn't shy about using his hands and pouring whole bowls into his mouth, Vegeta actually used the proper utensils, and used a napkin occasionally.
...why was that such a turn on?
"What did you think of Goku's new scars?" She asked with a secret smile, sipping jasmine tea.
Vegeta's eyebrows furrowed a bit, and he nodded. "Impressive." He said after swallowing, "Looked like a genuine mating scar to me."
"Good!" Chi-Chi was pleased with herself, "He wants you to bite him too!"
Vegeta wiped his mouth, "You know, once I do that, there's no going back. Kakarot and I will have a stronger mental link. In fact, I'm curious to know if you've noticed anything different since you've claimed him."
Chi-Chi thought about it, "Um... He hasn't been skiving off work as much as he used to. And he's been asking for my approval instead of just doing his own thing." She commented, "It's actually been quite nice. I feel like we're newlyweds again."
"Technically you are." Vegeta smirked, "I suspect Kakarot has been picking up on your wants and finds it hard to go against them. He's taken the role of m'niki, the nurturer, which is... not surprising, given his submissive nature."
"Huh." Chi-Chi said, suprised, "So is that... normal? For Saiyans, I mean."
"Hah! There's no such thing as 'normal'. We're an unpredictable bunch." Vegeta snorted, "Being in a pack of four isn't anything to bat an eyelid, though."
"It isn't?"
"Nope. Although there was usually a pack leader, inko'le... But I'm not sure if it applies to us."
"Fascinating." Chi-Chi chewed thoughtfully, "So, um... what about us? Have you had any thoughts?"
Vegeta stared at her, "You said you wanted to tie me up." He murmured, licking his lips.
Chi-Chi grinned, not caring if she had anything in her teeth. "Yeah, would you be able to stay tied up? I bet you'd be a brat about it." She teased, nudging him with her knee.
"I would not!" Vegeta nudged her back, "Kakarot told me it's about self control. I can prove to you that I am very capable of that."
"Hmm... I dunno." She said, reaching out for one of his dim sum, "Goku is a really good submissive. He's been doing it for more than 6 years, now..."
"Tch. Train me up and compare us." He raised a challenging eyebrow. Chi-Chi blushed and let out a squeal of excitement.
--
Bulma felt bloated and not sexy at all. Goku had polished off the mountain of food in front of them and was nursing his own food-baby, hand on his stomach. "That was pretty good." He said, smiling at Bulma.
She took a sip from her soda and burped, feeling a bit better. "I feel like a pig. I envy your metabolism."
"Hey, well you can always work out with Chi-Chi!" Goku suggested, and Bulma shrugged at the possibility.
"Wonder what Vegeta and Chi-Chi are up to?" She said, taking out her phone, "Ooh, let's take a picture and send it to them!"
Goku giggled, "Okay! I'll take it." He said, and she handed over her phone. Goku wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close. Bulma put his hand on his chest and kissed his cheek. Goku took the photo and looked at it.
"Oh hey, that's a nice one." He said, looking over to her with a smile.
"Yeah, we look cute." She smiled back at him, feeling the spark between them.
They stared into each other's eyes a bit longer than usual. Goku's eyebrows twitched in recognition. Bulma had the same kind of look in her eyes when Chi-Chi wanted to be kissed, but different. Blue eyes instead of dark brown.
He looked away, down at her phone and sent the photo to Vegeta and Chi-Chi in their group chat. "Hey Bulma... You're really pretty, y'know?" He said with a shy smile, "I know I say some dumb things about your appearance sometimes--"
"Oh yeah, like that 'saggy boobs' line. How dare you!" She rolled her eyes, tapping on his chest with her index finger, "I dunno how I'll ever forgive you."
"Come on, they're not that saggy--"
"Goku!" Bulma laughed, playing at being offended, and gosh, she was still really pretty. Even after all these years.
He leaned in and kissed her, hoping he had read the signs right.
Bulma was still for a few moments as her brain caught up with her and she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The movie played on in the background as they kissed some more, ignoring the fast food tastes and exploring each other.
Goku ran his hands over her body and she gasped into his mouth. She was so soft. He wanted to touch all of her and see how soft she was all over.
Bulma was marvelling over Goku's size. He was just so big and firm and warm. She used to think Yamcha was jacked but wow...
Her phone buzzed next to her. "Mm, I should get that." She whispered, reaching for it and checking what she got back. "Oh, how sweet, look."
She showed Goku her phone. There was a picture of Vegeta and Chi-Chi at a noodle stand, where they seemed to be drinking tea and finishing off their meal. They looked pretty comfortable with one another. Vegeta even had a little smile on his face.
Bulma typed out a reply and chucked the phone further away, "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" She asked with an impish grin and waggle of her eyebrows.
"Sounds fun." He said, picking her up as he stood up, and teleported them both away.
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(1) NEW MESSAGE
FROM: WIFE
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"Charming. They're going to be busy for the rest of the evening." Vegeta snorted at the suggestive text he had received.
"Oh? I bet they are." Chi-Chi said, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin, "I was wondering if you'd like to come stay with me tonight."
Vegeta paused, pushing his empty plate away. Might as well leave room for 'dessert'. "Yes." He said, catching her eye.
"Mom!"
"Dad!" Trunks and Goten ran over, each carrying soft toys bigger than themselves.
The moment interupted, they both turned to their children. "Of course you'd spend money on those stupid side show games." Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"They tried to scam us, but we scammed them right back!" Trunks said, his grin fueled by sugar.
"Mom, I won you this!" Goten said, handing over his huge gorilla toy.
"Oh my!" Chi-Chi feigned surprise, giving the toy a hug, "Thank you so much. He's very handsome."
Vegeta looked at Trunks expectedly, but he didn't look like he was gonna hand over his own giant tiger toy any time soon.
Chi-Chi giggled, "Okay, let's go. Trunks, you and your dad can stay over at our place tonight."
"YES!!!" Goten said, giving his friend a high five, but Trunks noticed something.
"Wait, why is Dad staying over?" He asked, looking to his dad and his best friend's mom suspiciously.
"What, I can't have sleepovers too?" Chi-Chi crossed her arms and smirked.
Trunks slowly connected the dots, before his eyes widened. "Ew!!!" He said, burying his face in the toy.
Goten hadn't cottened on. "Are you two gonna play video games too?" He asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Vegeta had had enough of this idle chatter, "Of course not. I hate video games. Come on, let's go." He said, taking Chi-Chi's hand and walking them to the exit.
"Jeez, what's a sleepover without video games?" Goten muttered, yawning.
Trunks scoffed, "Come on, idiot. I'll explain later."
Chapter 20: New & Different (Part One)
Summary:
Goku and Bulma explore each other, Vegeta discovers new sensations and Chi-Chi is having too much fun.
Notes:
This fic has been nominated for a DB Fandom Award!!
Also I'm unsure at how long this is going to end up, since there's still so much to add. Thanks to my regular readers and reviewers, I love you all!
Chapter Text
Goku gently laid Bulma down on the bed. He was feeling a bit nervous still. "How did you wanna do this?" He asked, sitting down on the bed next to her.
"I dunno. Just play it by ear?" Bulma said, "I do know that I wanna see you naked."
"Okay! You gotta get naked too!"
"After you!"
Goku stood up and took his t-shirt off. "Wow..." Bulma said, taking him in. His body was just so impressive.
"Yeah?" Goku grinned, dropping his shirt on the floor and flexed slightly. Bulma felt her mouth fill up with saliva.
"Can I touch you? I've never seen you up close like this." She said, getting off the bed.
Goku stood still as Bulma inspected him, walking around his body, lifting his arms and touching his biceps, running her hands over his pecs and abs. It's like he was made of warm marble.
Goku shivered at her touch. "You like that feeling?" She asked, moving her hand up his abs to his chest. He nodded slowly and then let out a desperate moan at the fingers on his chest. Bulma cupped his pectorals like they were beasts and squeezed them together. "You've got a sensitive chest, huh?"
Goku nodded desperately. Bulma looked down, seeing how hard he was from just that touch. Wow.
"You can hurt them if you want." Goku suggested, squeezing his pecs together with his arms.
"Like... Nipple stuff?"
Goku nodded.
"Hmm, okay. Let's see." Bulma said and then grabbed ahold of one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a twist.
"Hahh!" Goku's back arched and his eyes widened. Bulma's head filled with ideas of a the gadgets she could invent to torture Goku with.
"Interesting." Bulma tapped her chin, "You know, I quite like having my nipples being played with too!"
"I'll play with them if you want!" Goku said, hissing as Bulma gave the other nipple the same treatment.
"Sounds like a deal."
Grinning, Bulma stood back and lifted her arms up. Goku grabbed ahold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She then turned around and presented her bra clasp to him. Luckily, he had undone Chi-Chi's bra many times, he could undo it one handed and blindfold.
As soon as Bulma's bra came off, Goku kissed the back of her neck, inhaling her comforting smell. Bulma let herself relax as Goku's arms wrapped around her waist, his bare chest against his back. She felt so warm and safe in his arms.
Goku's hands explored her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. "So soft..." He murmured. Remembering her words, he gently circled her nipples with his fingers, kissing her shoulder. She leaned back against him, her moans like sighs.
"That feels so nice." She said, the smile in her voice. While she wanted to take her time, she pulled down her panties and yoga pants, wondering if Goku would take incentive and touch her down there.
Feeling Bulma move and hearing the her pants hit the floor, Goku gently moved her by the shoulders, turning her around so she could have a good look at her.
Okay, so her boobs weren't that saggy. In fact, they were nice and on the bigger side, and her nipples were really pink and... cute? And pretty much the same as when they were teenagers. Except this time his cock was really hard.
Her pussy, however, was a bit different. Last time he saw it, it was pretty much just... purple pubes. But she'd styled them..? Like a mohawk?
He reached out and ran his finger down the thin strip of hair. "Hey, why's your hair down here like this?" He asked.
Bulma let out a manic giggle at the question. "Oh! I had them lasered off. It only grows in that patch." She said, watching as Goku got down on his knees.
"Yeah, but why?" Goku touched the mound, not a pat, but stroked it with his thumb.
She snorted, "So you don't get pubes in your mouth when you and Vegeta go down on me."
"Oh, I don't mind that." Goku grinned up at her, before going back to inspect her. Her pussy lips were really smooth to the touch. Her clit wasn't hidden away like Chi-Chi's was, and pink too. She smelt really sweet too and she was getting really wet.
"Can I taste?" He asked, nuzzling her soft stomach and squeezing her butt.
"Sure. Let me get on the bed." Bulma said with a giggle, stroking her fingers through his hair. "You should show me your cock first. I've always been curious since you grew up."
"Yeah, we did see a lot of each other's genitals when we were kids." He chuckled, standing up and watching her walk to the bed.
She scooted up to the headboard, letting her thighs fall open, and she touched herself, teasingly soft, savouring. Gods, she finally had him. It was weird but so exciting.
This was gonna be so much fun.
Goku pushed his trackpants down thighs and his cock bobbed up as soon as the elastic let him loose. Bulma gasped, eyes shooting upward.
Bulma never used to be the type of person to call a cock 'perfect' but damn. She needed a comparison. She needed to study it for science.
"It's fine, right? Chi-Chi says it's pretty big, and I think it's bigger than Vegeta's..." He babbled anxiously, but she crawled forward and reached out, quieting him by wrapping her hand around it. Wow, she could barely touch her fingertips, it was so girthy.
"It's more than fine." She said, looking up at him and stroking it, moving the foreskin back off the head and back again, making a bead of slick form at the tip, and Bulma leaned in and licked it off.
Goku did a full body shiver. It took all of his strength not to push forward into her mouth. Chi-Chi didn't tend to suck his dick that often, only as a special treat, which was fine, but the feel of someone's tongue on his cock right then was like heaven. And a naked Bulma on all fours in front of him looked pretty good.
"Hmmm..." She said, licking her lips, "Okay, I'm definitely going to have to do more of that. But you said you wanted taste me."
Goku nodded enthusiastically and watched as Bulma turned around, presenting her ass in his direction. "Does this look good? Or should I roll over?" She asked over her shoulder.
Bulma's cunt was spread open and so wet that she was dripping. Goku unconsciously licked his own lips at the sight. "This is good..." He murmured, kneeling down on the carpet and grabbing ahold of her ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart. Bulma fell forward into the bed as soon as his tongue got in contact with her cunt, licking a line from clit to asshole. She moaned into the bedspread.
"Hehe, you taste good." Goku pulled back to say, but she reached behind her and pulled his head back where it belonged. He obediently ate her out, filthily and wetly.
Oh god, yes. This is what she needed and deserved. "Suck on my clit." She demanded, lifting her hips higher. He did so, with an amazing pressure, and then he did something amazing - using her wetness, his saliva and fingers, he started teasing her ass.
"Oh!!!" Bulma wanted to collapse on the bed but Goku held her in place. He moaned against her cunt, trying his hardest not to hump at the bed in front of his lap.
"More... Finger my cunt." She ordered, and moaned as he pushed a finger into her, making her cry out and squeeze around it. After a few moments she was begging for more, another finger.
Goku kept sucking and fucking her hole and teasing her ass. Her hips started shaking and he knew not to stop.
What he didn't expect was a gush of something to hit him square in nose and nearly drown him.
"DON'T STOP!" She hollered once she felt him start to pull away. Despite the gush of sweet liquid he kept sucking, determined to give her the best orgasm ever.
Bulma squeezed around his finger and pulsed against his mouth, grinding against his face needily. She was letting out little 'oh!'s of pleasure, and her thighs kept trying to close, jiggling with each shiver. Eventually the spasms subsided and Goku lowered her down onto the bed.
"Ohh... Fuck." Bulma whispered, unable to move except for the occasional twitch.
Goku wiped his nose, coughing. It wasn't pee, it was too sweet and watery, but it wasn't like guy come. "What was that??" He asked, picking up the nearest piece of clothing and cleaning his face.
"Oh! I should have warned you!" Bulma pushed herself up and rolled over, limbs feeling heavy, "I'm a squirter."
"A what?"
A few minutes of explanation and a practical demonstration, Goku got it. And thought it was really hot when he knew when it was coming and that he could make her do it.
"Can Chi-Chi do it?" Goku asked excitedly, removing his two fingers from Bulma's sensitive cunt. She'd sprayed all over his lap.
"Maybe... You gotta get her really horny and build up a lot of fluid." Bulma said, looking down at his neglected cock. It was leaking all over the sheets. Licking her lips, she reached out and touched his cock and he sucked in a gasp.
"Let me take care of you." Bulma said, pushing him back onto the bed and getting in between his legs. Goku watched, curious, nervous and excited all at once.
Bulma lay face down, her breasts sitting on his thighs, and licked up his shaft slowly, maintaining eye contact as she did so.
This is really fucking hot, Goku thought, biting his bottom lip, I wish Chi-Chi could see this.
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Chi-Chi felt a little twinge at the back of her mind for some reason. The kids passed out on the way home, crashing from their sugar highs.
"They're all tucked in." Chi-Chi informed Vegeta, joining him in the kitchen, "Did you care for a bath?"
"No." He said, turning to her and grabbing her by the waist, pulling her close, "Your scent is too good to wash off." He pressed her body against the counter, staring into her eyes with a look that made her feel like prey.
"Oh, you beast!" She giggled, her face heating up, "Did you want to take this to the bedroom?"
Vegeta nodded and stood back, letting her lead the way. To his surprise, she closed the gap between them. "Good, because I wanna show you all my fun toys." She whispered, grabbing his hands and tugging him with her.
Vegeta purred appreciatively, following her. He was so turned on, having never been with a dominant woman like Chi-Chi, or gotten this kinky in the bedroom. He didn't think he needed this, but if Chi-Chi wanted to, he might as well give it a try.
As soon as they stepped into the unassuming country bedroom, Chi-Chi gave him a mischievous look, "Take your clothes off." She demanded, backing up towards the wardrobe.
"Fine."
Vegeta unbuttoned his shirt. Curiously, Chi-Chi made no effort to undress herself. As his clothes fell to the floor, he felt... rather vulnerable and shy. "Won't you be joining me?" He asked, suddenly filled with nervous energy.
Chi-Chi grinned and lifted the hem of her cheongsam, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath, save for stockings and suspenders. Vegeta's cock twitched at the sight. "This whole time you weren't wearing underwear?" He asked, incredulously.
"Mm-hmmm..." Chi-Chi nodded, turning her back to him, "It was quite exciting, and you didn't know..."
Vegeta groaned, stroking himself, "You're so evil." He said, watching her bend over to open a drawer, her pussy peeking out from between her thighs.
"Hey, Vegeta, have you had anything up your ass before?" She said, taking out a small buttplug and Goku's favorite dildo.
"What?? No?!" Vegeta couldn't help himself from interjecting, and then growled. He was supposed to be proving that he was calm and had self control. "...no, but it has crossed my mind."
"Oh," Chi-Chi said, feigning disappointment, turning back to her toy drawer, "Well, Goku can take these like a pro, so..."
"I'll do it!" He said, spurred on by the comment, therefore taking the bait. Chi-Chi smirked to herself, grabbing the lube and a coil of hemp rope.
"Let's tie you up first." She said, "Get on all fours on the bed."
Vegeta didn't move straight away.
"Now."
Vegeta moved, suddenly unsure about how to get on a bed gracefully. He tried not to grumble as he knelt on the bed and leaned his weight on his hands, feeling ridiculous. He was a Prince, not a submissive sla--
A hard slap to his ass made his brain short circuit. "Oh, stop brooding. You're going to love it." Chi-Chi said, stroking the red mark she'd made, hand teasingly close to his asshole.
Vegeta growled, but his cock twitched, full between his legs. "Get on with--Ow!!!" Another slap, harder, the piercing noise bouncing off the walls.
"I'm gonna keep spanking you, if you're gonna keep grumbling." She said, raking her nails over the pink skin, and he visibly shuddered.
Fuck, what is she doing to me? And she's not even trying! He felt a bead of sweat drip down his temple. Is this how Kakarot felt?
He nodded obediently for her to continue.
"Good boy." She said, and he felt the first side of rope on his skin. The rope was textured but didn't catch on his skin, and when Chi-Chi tied the first loop around his thigh and ankle, there was a strange sense of calm.
"What are you doing to me?" Vegeta asked, feeling a little bit of vertigo, "Are you some sort of demon?"
"Oh, wow, you're feeling it already, huh?" Chi-Chi teased, taking her time. "And don't worry, I haven't drugged you or used any magic or ki. This is all you."
Vegeta scoffed, "I doubt it."
Chi-Chi scoffed back with a light smack to his ass, "Never underestimate the healing powers of rope. It can take you to places, calm the mind... It's a transformative experience."
Vegeta quietened down, letting the woman do her work. He trusted her, even when he found that he literally could not move from his bonds. It wasn't the rope he was submitting to.
"There. You look wonderful." Chi-Chi said, having just secured his wrists to his ankles behind his back, "You're very flexible."
Vegeta felt... weirdly relaxed, even for someone who was hogtied. This was all him? Someone who had been restrained in the past, and been in bonds in terrifying situations, who if he was any weaker would be having a panic attack...
"How are you?" Chi-Chi asked, stroking his hair. He felt his eyes close of their own accord.
"I'm fine." He said, and he was telling the truth.
"Good." She smiled, regarding her work, tracing her hand over the simple yet elegant ropework and the gaps where his muscles bulged out.
Vegeta melted. While gentle touches were usually electric on his skin in his base form, these touches were distant and soothing. He felt like he could fall asleep like this.
"I'm going to play with your ass now." Chi-Chi said with a giggle, grabbing some latex gloves from the drawer and putting them on.
Chi-Chi could do whatever she wanted, Vegeta's brain supplied, and he would let her. So when the slick finger against his hole made contact, he didn't panic. Instead his eyebrows furrowed at the touch, unfamiliar but strangely pleasing. His cock twitched under him.
"Good? I'm going to slowly press into you. Focus on my finger." She said, stroking his hair again.
This time, he honest to Kami purred. "Mm-hmmm..." He said, eyes closing.
The sensation was intense, like a whole body's worth of nerves were pin pointed in that one area, and she was just circling his hole. The tip of her finger pressed in, and his stomach felt weird, like he was excited about fighting Kakarot. That feeling intensified when her finger pressed on something deep inside him and he moaned, toes curling.
"That's your prostate." She giggled above him, "Feeling okay?"
"It's... not bad." Vegeta grunted, focusing on the sensation.
"How's the rope?"
"Fine." Good, even.
"Okay, I'm going to add a second finger."
The stretch made him cry out and swear. Chi-Chi allowed it, alternating between stroking his scalp pulling his hair at the roots. Vegeta's were rolling back in their sockets by the time Chi-Chi was fucking him slowly, pressing on his prostate with each inward stroke.
Chi-Chi removed her fingers suddenly and Vegeta whimpered at the loss of sensation. His flesh fluttered around nothing and it felt wrong to be so empty.
She grinned wolfishly, "More?"
"Mm. More."
Chapter 21: New & Different (Part Two)
Summary:
Continuation of the last chapter. Gratuitous porn ahead!
Chapter Text
Bulma was only driving herself crazy, edging Goku with her mouth and touching herself, but if Goku's moans were anything to go off, the feeling was mutual.
She was aching for him to fuck her, but also curious about something Chi-Chi had told her - that he could only come with something in his ass.
"So, I heard..." Bulma said, giving her jaw a rest, "That you like things in your ass."
Goku nodded, panting, "Uh-huh."
"Because Vegeta doesn't like stuff in his ass, or has never wanted me to do anything like that..." She said as she got up, "And I'm not too big on anal, because, I mean, I'm a girl, right? It's nice sometimes, but I don't have a prostate."
"Yeah, Chi-Chi told me that it's a guy thing." Goku said, sitting up, interest piqued.
"I made this toy a long time ago, and Vegeta never wanted to play with it." She pouted for emphasis, kneeling by the bed and fishing around for something, "But I think you'd like it."
She pulled out a black box, dusting the top off, and then a long metal rod. "Huh." Goku said when she attached the rod to the box, "Is that going in my butt?"
"Kinda. Gotta find an appropriate attachment." She said, going to her desk, taking out a screw driver and a small dildo from the bottom drawer.
Goku's expression didn't change. Was that it?
Unsatisfied with his reaction, she took out a rather large dildo, about the same size as Goku's cock.
Goku shrugged, it would suffice. Chi-Chi had used similar on him.
"You can take this? With ease?"
A nod.
"Damn," she said, tapping her chin with the dildo in thought. "...What's the most you can take?"
"Uh... Well, one time, Chi-Chi put her whole hand up there. It was pretty good."
Bulma's eyes bug out. "Wow, who would thought?!" She squeaked, but then got an idea. "Hey, if you wait a few minutes, I can go whip something up in the lab..?"
Goku nodded, "Sure! I mean, you're a genius, so I trust you."
Bulma took the dildo, put on her robe and left. To occupy the time, Goku found the lube and started prepping himself. It would be more productive than doing push ups and then Bulma would be happy he had taken the initiative to think ahead.
She came back with a giant dildo about the same size as her hand and forearm. "Oh! Starting without me?" She said, surprised as he was on all fours, fucking himself open with two fingers.
"Was that bad?" Goku asked with a guilty grin.
"Nope, you're fine. And look! I made something that suits your needs!" She waved the dildo, and Goku's eyes lit up.
"Oh, wow. That looks big. Did you make it just then?" He asked, sitting up and watching her attach it to the metal rod on the machine.
"Well, yeah, it was easy as enlarging a 3D model of a cock and printing it out in silicone." Bulma replied, waving it off and then turned the machine on. The metal rod seemed to teeter forward from the weight of the large dildo, but the rod pistoned back and forward easily. Bulma looked very pleased with herself.
"You wanna get fucked by my sex machine, Goku?" She asked, and Goku nodded enthusiastically.
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Vegeta felt like his whole body was on fire, but in the best way possible. Chi-Chi had started on the sensation play some time ago, or was it only a few moments ago? He couldn't tell, time was irrelevant.
Chi-Chi started off with running a feather over his skin, in between the diamonds of rope. Then she scratched him with her nails, drawing out so many delicious noises. She didn't know Saiyans could purr, but she was living for it. This, combined with the small toy she was fucking him with, seemed to be with winning combo.
"You're such a good pet." She said, running her fingers through his hair.
"Hnn..." Vegeta managed, completely blissed out.
"Do you think Goku could fuck you like this?" She asked, pushing the toy in a bit deeper.
He moaned, pressing back against it as much as he could, "...yes..."
Chi-Chi fucked him harder, her thighs slapping against the backs of his, filled by the ropes, "'Cause I can arrange it. Would you like that? You completely at Goku's mercy as I instruct him to fuck you?"
"Ohhh... Fuck..." Vegeta's body started trembling. She threaded her fingers into his hair at the roots, tugging gently.
"That wasn't an answer."
"Fuck! Yes!! Please, have merc--" he cut himself with a strangled moan as he came, shaking with pleasure, humping into the bed beneath him.
Chi-Chi fucked him through it gently, holding him up by the hair. As soon as he slumped forward, she pulled the toy out of him and started untying the ropes.
As the knots loosened, Vegeta felt like he was floating away. Something had burst in his head, bright and noisy, and gave away to nothingness. Was this peace? Finally?
A soothing warmth engulfed him. Surely he was dead again, being reborn into a new body. Hands smoothed his hair, lips kissed his wet cheeks.
Soli? Had she come for him finally?
"How're you feeling?"
Vegeta opened his eyes and sniffed. Chi-Chi was holding him and running her hands over his chest and shoulders soothingly. His body ached now, but it was a dull, far away pain that felt good, like he'd fought a fierce opponent and won.
"I feel..." Vegeta started, trying to find the words, "Exhausted, but... at peace."
"Told you it's transformative." Chi-Chi said with a wink. She was still wearing her cheongsam.
He was wearing... He looked down at himself. His was covered in pink indents and scratches. He touched a mark and his cock twitched. How odd.
"What are you thinking?" She asked, still petting him.
Normally, Vegeta would have slapped her hand away and told her to stop needling him with questions, but he didn't feel the need to do so. He was comfortable.
He inhaled, exhaled and looked Chi-Chi again, pulling her closer by the waist.
"I want you to do this to me again sometime." He growled, pulling her in for a kiss. She smiled against his lips and let him climb on top of her.
--
Goku's hands were fisting his own hair, and he was babbling incoherently as he was fucked within the inch of his life. The dildo thrust in and out of him at maximum speed, and Bulma was on top of him, riding him as fast as she could.
"Oh fuck, I can't-- oh my-- I just--"
He'd come twice, but within minutes he was ready again, insatiable. Bulma had lost count at how many times she'd come, and she was getting kind of sore and tired, but god it was worth it. His cock was just so massive and hot, she felt like a teenager again.
His hands slapped to her waist, and he pulled her down for a last bout of deep thrusting. Bulma wailed, coming hard from the battering her cervix was getting, and he spilled in her, gritting his teeth and screaming like he was using the last of his ki to perform a final attack.
Both of them collapsed on the bed, breathless, sweating and exhausted. Goku moved so the dildo was ineffectually prodding his ass cheek.
"I need... water." Bulma groaned against his chest.
"Yeah... Oh, have we got any more food?" Goku said, pushing the sex machine away from him with his foot. It fell off the bed with a thunk! and stopped moving.
Bulma snorted out a laugh, "Maybe? You're gonna eat me out of house and home." She teased, sitting up and looking at the mess they had made. The fitted sheet had come loose, the comforter was on the floor, not to mention there were multiple wet spots from both parties.
"Mmm... Nah, I don't think so. But I can eat you out..." Goku said, pulling her back down for a kiss.
"You're gonna kill me." She said against his lips, smiling down at him. God, he was so attractive, dripping with sweat and sex.
"Nooo... I need you to live so you can make more machines to fuck me." He grinned, and she hit him with a pillow.
--
Chi-Chi's phone vibrated on the beside table. Vegeta's mouth was latched onto her neck as he fucked into her lazily. Chi-Chi sighed happily, reaching out for the phone.
"Mm, leave it." Vegeta kissed up to her ear.
"It could be important." She chided, turning her head towards her phone and activating it. It was a picture message, and she opened it up, seeing a picture of Goku and Bulma sitting together, this time with considerably less clothes, looking sweaty and disheveled. Goku was eating a slice of pizza and Bulma was drinking a blue sports drink. A text message followed:
🍕🥤post sexy time snack, how u doin?
Chi-Chi giggled, showing Vegeta who rolled his eyes, snatching the phone off her.
"Hey!" She said, but he held it up high out of her reach, moving so he could get a good angle of the action happening between them. Chi-Chi gasped as he took a photo, grabbing the phone to see what he had taken.
"That is obscene." She growled, finger hovering over the delete button. It looked like something out of a porno...
She sent it, giggling nervously. Vegeta grinned. "Wish I could see the look on their faces." He admitted, leaning back down to continue where they left off.
--
"Oh, wow."
"Damn! Is that..?"
"Yeah."
"...okay, that's really hot."
"Isn't it?!"
Chapter 22: Coffee & Tea
Summary:
The aftermath of date night. Our couples share some stories, and Goten asks some questions.
Chapter Text
Chi-Chi woke up to the smell of burning and the kitchen smoke alarm beeping. "What..?" she frowned and sat up, looking over at her husband... okay, at her lover, who rolled over and hugged the pillow around his ears with a 'shuddafuckup'.
She looked at the alarm clock. 10am. Fuck, when was the last time she slept in past 6am? Not since before Gohan was born. Yawning, she got out of bed, stretching and finding a robe to put on, calmly gathering the emergency fire extinguisher on the way to the kitchen.
Goten was trying to turn off the smoke alarm, while Trunks was opening all the windows. Nothing was actively on fire, but they had burnt whatever they were trying to fry in the pan.
"Uh... hi, mom." Goten said, finally getting the beeping to stop by removing the batteries.
Chi-Chi blinked blearily, putting down the fire extinguisher, "Come on, clean that up and let's make brunch together." she said, removing the frying pan and putting it in the sink.
Half an hour later, Chi-Chi and the boys had made pancakes with butter and syrup. Goten and Trunks both stared as she put a serving aside on a tray for Vegeta. Obviously they wanted to talk about it.
"Mom," Goten said, watching her put on a pot of coffee for two mugs worth, "Did you and Vegeta have sex?"
Chi-Chi paused, closed the lid of the coffee maker and turned around. Trunks looked busy suddenly, blushing red. Goten was staring up at her with wide round eyes.
"Yes, Goten." Chi-Chi said with a nod, "That's what happens when two people are attracted to each other."
Goten nodded, and then frowned, "Is Dad over at Capsule Corp having sex with Bulma?"
Trunks covered his ears, shaking his head, "That's so gross, though? Why??"
Chi-Chi sat at the table with the kids, the coffee bubbling away behind her, "Well," she began, lacing her fingers together, "They're also attracted to each other. And they're adults, and we all talked about it, so it's okay."
Trunks didn't look convinced. Goten looked like he was doing mental math.
She cleared her throat, standing up again, "If anything, it makes our relationships stronger. You kids' dads really love each other too."
"How does sex between two men work, though?" Goten asked, pulling his plate of pancakes towards him, "Since one of them doesn't have a... you know... girl thing."
"A vagina, Goten, don't be afraid to say it." Chi-Chi smirked to herself, pouring the coffee and loading up a tray.
Goten grinned, "Vagina! Vagi-NA!"
"Pfft, Goten, you don't know how guys do it? Shows what you know." Trunks rolled his eyes, digging in to his own breakfast.
Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows, "Feel free to enlighten us, Trunks, dear."
Trunks went bright red again and stammered, "Y-you know! They get their dicks and..." he said, demonstrating a crude motion with his knife and fork.
"Sure, Trunks. Maybe do more research." Chi-Chi said as she picked up the tray, kissing Trunks on the forehead as she passed him, just to embarrass him further, and planted one on Goten's as well. "Just come wake me up instead of trying to burn the house down next time."
Goten laughed, "Yeah, Trunks."
"Shut up!"
Chi-Chi tittered to herself as she left the two boys in the kitchen, taking the tray to the bedroom. Vegeta was still dozing, and she sat the tray down next to him, waiting for the smell of pancakes to rouse him.
His eyes fluttered open and he let out a very cute noise as he sat up. Chi-Chi smiled, getting into bed next to him. "What's this?" he said, wiping sleep from his eyes, "Is it my birthday?"
"I dunno, when's your birthday?"
Vegeta stretched, getting comfortable and Chi-Chi draped the tray over his lap. Coffee and pancakes, the latter piled high so much that the stack wobbled when she set it down. "I don't celebrate it, but it's November 12th. Or at least that's what Bulma said." He said, taking a sip of the coffee. Black with no sugar. Good.
"Huh. That makes you a Scorpio." She said, taking her own cup of coffee and sipping it, smiling against the rim.
"Oh, is that one of those stupid zodiac things?" He scoffed, digging in. He hummed out a satisfied sigh as he chewed. They were also good. Great even.
"It's not that stupid. It's fun." She rolled her eyes, crossing her legs, "I'm a Gemini, if you cared."
"I don't. It's trivial. The position of the stars and planets at the time you are born don't determine your personality or make you any more or less compatible with anyone." Vegeta argued, though his tone was flat and calm as he ate.
Chi-Chi shrugged, "That's true. Although that's a typical Scorpio view if you ask me."
Vegeta looked at her and screwed up his nose, "Oh, haha." He snarked, nudging her with his knee, and noticed she wasn't eating, "You're not hungry?"
"I ate all the rejects while I cooked them." She admitted, "You know, the misshapened ones with the burnt edges."
"So you haven't had any of the good ones?"
Chi-Chi shook her head, and then frowned as he held out some syrupy pancake on his fork towards her. "It's fine, they're yours." She protested.
"Don't be so self sacrificing. Eat the fucking pancakes."
Chi-Chi sighed and opened her mouth, letting him feed her. The syrup was so sweet and the first thing she tasted, and then the thick, fluffy batter that was fried to perfection. Much better than the crispy ones she'd had.
"You're too good to everyone else but yourself. You need to let people serve you more often." Vegeta murmured, watching her lick her lips, and after she swallowed, he leaned in to kiss her, but instead licking what she missed.
"Oh--" she gasped before she let herself be licked clean and then they were kissing, slowly, tasting each other...
"Mm..." Vegeta said, pulling back, and then put the tray aside, moving so that he was on top of her, "You're a good little chef, but you should relax more. Maybe I should make you breakfast some time." He suggested, taking her mug and setting it on the bedside table. "Let me serve you, princess."
Chi-Chi blushed bright red as he kissed her neck, opening her robe.
--
Goku had woken up at 6am naturally, because that's when he usually got up and worked out. He was a bit confused when he didn't wake up in his own bed next to his own wife, but then the events of the previous night came back to him. He rolled over, seeing Bulma's short crop of blue hair and her pale shoulders. It was... nice. Different. He contemplated kissing her shoulder.
He could do that, right?
He did. She murmured, reaching behind her. She found Goku's hand and pulled his arm around her. "Mm... Hold me." She whispered, and he did, kissing the back of her neck until she turned around in his arms.
"Morning." He said, smiling fondly. Yeah... He could get used to this. Who knew, that in these quiet moments, that his best friend was the cutest, most gorgeous thing.
"Hm." She said, opening her eyes, taking him in. Wow. He was so big and handsome. She reached out and ran her fingers over his defined neck muscles, collar bone, the tops of his pecs. He shivered with a sheepish grin.
"Wow." She said aloud, "I can just touch you whenever I want, huh."
"Yeah." He said with a grin, "I like that."
"And, I can... kiss you whenever I want, too." She said, leaning in and kissing him. Goku's eyes closed, and he moaned into her mouth as her tongue grazed against his.
A loud growl came from between them. Goku looked guilty as he pulled away, "Um... I'm gonna have to eat something soon." He said, grinning nervously.
"Of course." Bulma smirked watching him get up, "Head to the main kitchen and Mom will make you something." She watched him gather up his clothes, checking out his ass when he bent over, "Not sore this morning? You took quite the pounding..." She said, biting her lip.
"Hmm? Oh, no, you don't have to worry about me, I'm a quick healer." He said, walking past the broken sex machine, the huge dildo looking floppy and defeated.
"Jealous..." Bulma muttered, getting comfortable against the pillows and yawning, "Must be those Saiyan genetics, huh."
"Senzu beans do the trick too! I gave one to Chi-Chi after Gohan was born and she tightened back up." He said, winking at her as he pulled on his track pants.
"Huh." Bulma said, and then thought about Chi-Chi some more, "Has Chi-Chi ever expressed interest in women?"
Goku thought about it and shook his head, before pulling his t-shirt over it, "Nope. Why, do you wanna sleep with her?"
Bulma shrugged, "I dunno, maybe? I'm willing to give it a try." She admitted, "She is beautiful. And she's my best friend. And I'm open to ideas."
"Hmm... Well, that would be pretty hot, I think." Goku said, approaching the bed and kneeling on it, leaning down and kissing her, "You're pretty hot, on your own." He nuzzled his nose against hers.
Bulma smiled contentedly, "You're not so bad looking yourself, Son-kun." She teased him, kissing him again. "Go eat. I'm going to sleep for a bit longer."
"'Kay." He grinned, "I'll see you later?"
"Yep." She said with a yawn.
"...hey Bulma?"
"Mm?"
"I love you."
Bulma opened her eyes and stared at him for a few moments. "...Really?" She said after a while.
Goku nodded, smiling. "Yeah. Always have." He gave her a little wave and headed towards the kitchen.
Bulma blinked at the empty doorway and then smiled, giggling to herself. Goku was just too adorable.
--
Bulma had a smile on her face all morning. She was even whistling to herself as she worked. Chi-Chi had messaged her saying Vegeta had left with Trunks around noon. She wondered if he would bump into Goku on the way home.
Kami, what interesting lives they were leading.
"Bought you a coffee." Vegeta's baritone took her out of her thoughts.
Her smile deepened to a grin and she tossed him a look over her shoulder, "My hands are all dirty, wanna bring it over here?"
Vegeta did so, without any fuss, putting the coffee within reach. He slotted in behind her and kissed her neck, arms wrapping around her jumpsuit clad middle. "Gods, I never thought I'd be happy to smell Kakarot's scent on you." He said, "Did you have a good night?"
"Yeah..." She said, taking the cup and taking a long sip. "Mm, yeah. We had a lot of fun. What about you? Loved the picture by the way."
He chuckled, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Loved yours." He murmured, unbuttoning her jumpsuit, "Chi-Chi tied me up and fucked me."
"What?" Bulma's eyes widened, "Mr. Don't Touch My Asshole got fucked?"
"Mm-hmm..." Vegeta slipped his hand into her open jumpsuit and into her panties. She sucked in a gasp, pressing back against him, feeling his hardness against her ass.
He continued, fingers stroking her, making her wet, "She hogtied me. I was completely at her mercy. When she said she was going to fuck me, I let her. I surrendered to her."
Bulma gasped, wishing that her jumpsuit had a butt flap for convenience. "That's... That's so hot, baby..." She moaned, freeing up her hands and gripping onto the edge of her desk.
"What about you and Kakarot?" He asked, peeling the jumpsuit off her shoulders, "Did you fuck him too?"
"Mm-hmmm... In fact, this is the machine I used to do it." She said, pride evident in her voice as she helped him push the garment to her knees, "You should see the huge cock he took. I had to make one especially to suit his needs."
"I bet..." Vegeta undid his jeans, his cock now pressing up against her ass. She stuck said ass out, standing up on her toes so he could rub his cock against her. "I can't wait to fuck him." He said with a grunt, slotting his cock between her thighs and teasing them both.
"Oh, oh me too..." Bulma sighed, head dipping back. "He's so good. His cock is amazing."
"Yeah? Did you suck it?" Vegeta growled, trying to angle his cock so he could penetrate her. Bulma reached down and guided him into her, and they both groaned.
"Yeah," she gasped out, as he started fucking into her, "He ate me out too. He's so fucking good."
"Ohhh..." Vegeta's eyes rolled into his head, "Fuck, yes..."
Neither of them were going to last long. They could barely continue talking as they fucked, lost in the fantasy and memory. Soon, Vegeta was coming deep inside of her and she was flicking her fingers back and forth over her clit and squirting on the floor and jumpsuit and panties. They slumped together over the desk.
"Whew." Bulma said, pulling her sodden underwear up after Vegeta pulled out. "Gonna need a shower and a wardrobe change now."
"Mm, I'll join you." Vegeta said, stepping back and tucking himself away back into his jeans.
Bulma turned around and peered at her husband. There was something... Different about him. He was less tense, his eyebrows less furrowed.
"What?" He noticed she was staring.
"I think you need to get fucked more. It suits you." She said, sipping her coffee again.
Vegeta snorted, "I was thinking the same thing."
--
"I'm home!" Goku popped his head into the kitchen where Goten and Chi-Chi sat.
"Welcome home!" Chi-Chi called out, but Goten just stared at Goku curiously. He still wasn't over the whole 'my dad is doing the sex with my best friend's mom and also his dad?' prospect.
Chi-Chi cleared her throat, "Maybe you two should have a little chat. Goten has some questions." She said, standing up from the table, "I'll put the kettle on."
"Hey, champ..." Goku said, sitting down next to Goten, "What's up?"
Goten chewed on the inside of his mouth. Use your words, Mom had said.
"Um... I think this whole... thing with you and Mr Vegeta and Dr Bulma is really weird." He said, fidgeting with his fingers.
"What's weird about it?" Goku said, relaxing somewhat when Chi-Chi came back and rested her hand on his shoulder.
"Well, uh, when Ursa's dad slept with someone else, her parents got a divorce." Goten said with a frown.
Chi-Chi cringed. Yeah, she remembered that. It was a messy divorce, causing Ursa's mother to drop out of the Parent Teacher Association for a few months to deal with the fallout.
"Hey, it's okay. I think, uh, Ursa's parents got divorced because they weren't happy. Me and your mom are pretty happy, and so are Vegeta and Bulma." Goku said, scooting his chair over and wrapping his arm around Goten's small shoulders, "What we got is different, but if anything it's just made our family bigger."
Chi-Chi smiled and nodded in agreement, "And since there's two more people in our relationship, there's twice as much love."
Goten seemed to get it, "Does this mean I get twice as many presents on my birthday?" He asked beaming up at his parents.
"Only if you're really good." Chi-Chi replied with a wink, going to prepare the tea.
Goten watched Chi-Chi walk the few steps to the oven and then leaned in, "Dad... How do two men do it?" He asked in a stage whisper.
Both Chi-Chi and Goku both froze awkwardly. Chi-Chi tried not to giggle, leaving her husband to answer that one.
"Oh. Uh." Goku couldn't really escape this one, "Well, when two men love each other very much--"
"Guys don't have a... a vagina!" Goten interupted, "And there's two ding dongs--"
"Penises." Chi-Chi corrected, pouring water into the tea pot.
"Penises!" Goten repeated, "So do you just like... Rub them together or what?"
Goku was mortified, looking towards the ceiling. What he wouldn't give for a bad guy to arrive right now. But there was so escaping this.
"Um, okay so... You know your, uh, butthole?"
Goten's eyes widened as he put two and two together, "GROSS!!!! THAT'S WHERE SHIT COMES FROM!"
"Goten!" Chi-Chi put her hands on her hips, feigning anger as his language, but she was trying not to laugh.
"Hey, uh, by that argument, you can say that, uh, pee comes from the dick--"
"Penis!" Chi-Chi and Goten chimed in.
"Okay, okay! Pee comes from the penis, and you put that into they uh, v-vagina... But if everything's clean and everyone is happy, then the penis can go in the butt hole."
"Anus." Chi-Chi said with a snort.
"Oh. But like..." Goten frowned, "So you're gonna do that to Mr Vegeta?"
Goku blushed, "Hmm, uh, well..." He pressed his lips together in a thin like, "I suppose? In a way?"
"Alright, that's enough, Goten." Chi-Chi said, putting the tea cups in front of them, "Why don't you go play?"
Goten stood up, peering up at his father through his thick bangs, trying to work things out in his head. But whatever. It wasn't that important. "Okay! Can I have a muffin?" He said, going over to the bread basket before Chi-Chi could say no.
"Sure." She said, sitting down with her husband so they could talk.
Goten grinned, taking his muffin outside.
"Wow. That was... not a conversation I thought I'd ever have." Goku scrubbed his hand over his face and into his hair.
"How'd you think I felt when I had to tell him about where babies came from?" Chi-Chi poured the tea, bouncing her eyebrows.
"So, uh... talking about penises and stuff..." Goku started with a sheepish grin, "How was your night?"
Chi-Chi shrugged like it was no big deal. "Oh, you know. Nothing special." She began, a bold face lie and Goku knew it, but she continued, "I tied him up and pegged him."
Goku nearly fell off his chair, "W-what?" He said, very surprised. On the first date? Chi-Chi didn't do any of that to him until well into their marriage. "Wow... I... I can't imagine that! But... Wow..." He stared into space, feeling his face heat up.
Chi-Chi nodded, a triumphant smile on her face, "It was really interesting to see. He takes to rope like a fish to water. As soon as I started tying him up he just... relaxed. I'd never seen him so calm."
Goku put his chin in his hands, "That's... Okay, I definitely need to see that to believe it."
"That can be arranged." Chi-Chi said, blowing on her tea, "But what about you? How was your night?"
Goku gave her the stupidest grin, "It was awesome." He said, "Bulma is so pretty! And she made this machine that goes--" he imitated the sex machine with his arm and made whirring noises, "--and she has the tech to make really big dildos, so... Y'know..."
"No, I don't." She totally did, she just liked hearing it from him.
Goku leaned in, like he was telling a secret, "Um... Okay so, she put this dildo on the piston and it fucked me. And then, uh, she got on top of me and rode me."
Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows in appreciation. "How... creative! I might have to see that." She said with a smile.
"I'm sure it can be arranged." Goku grinned back.
Chapter 23: The Big Bang
Summary:
Goku and Vegeta finally go on their big date!
(CN: rough sex! VegeKaka!)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
(1) NEW MESSAGE
FROM: VEGETA
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Goku was helping Chi-Chi with the dishes, when his phone buzzed on the table. "Can you get that for me?" He asked, wrist deep in soapy water.
Chi-Chi draped the drying cloth over her shoulder and went to unlock Goku's phone. "He wants to see you!" She said, holding out the towel for him to dry his hands off.
"Can you call him and tuck him under my ear? I'm nearly done." He said, and she did so.
After a few rings, Vegeta picked up. "Eager, are we?" He teased by way of hello.
"Maybe. My hands are wet so I can't text back. Did you wanna spar?"
Vegeta chuckled down the line, "Something like that. What're you doing?"
"The dishes." Goku said, holding up a pot to inspect it. The hard part was getting the food off without scrubbing a hole in the bottom, "Wanna meet me somewhere?"
"I was thinking dinner. Or dessert if you've already eaten." Vegeta said casually.
Chi-Chi mouthed 'He wants to fuck!' and Goku grinned, waving her off. "Sure. Should I dress up?" He asked.
"Maybe casual clothes, maybe something you won't mind me ripping off later."
Okay, yeah, he did want to fuck. "Sounds good. See you soon!" He said, and hung up.
Chi-Chi squealed, seemingly more excited than Goku was. "Okay, let me finish up. You go get dressed." She said, throwing Goku the towel, "If you need lube packets they're--"
"I know, I know!" Goku teased, wiping his arms try and leaning in to kiss her cheek, "You're the best wife, you know that?"
"Of course, now go get 'im!"
--
Goku teleported to where Vegeta's ki signature was, outside of a restaurant/catering place that dealt mainly in desserts in West City. Bulma had ordered a lot of food from here before, especially for Whis and Beerus.
"Oh, this is nice... Are we eating here?" Goku asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.
Vegeta snorted, "Take out. I can only tolerate restaurants when Bulma books the whole place out. Besides, I don't want an audience for what I wanna do with you." He stepped into Goku's space, looking up at him through his lashes.
"Mm. Makes sense." Goku said, leaning down and kissing his boyfriend (?) hello. He'd been waiting for that all week, and he practically melted as Vegeta put his hand on his neck and kissed him back.
"Ahem."
"Oh, my..."
Goku and Vegeta both paused at the familiar voices, and Vegeta instantly pushed away, wiping his lips. Whis and Beerus had exited the dessert shop with a few bags of desserts.
"Well, I supposed I wanted you to work together, but I had no idea you'd work this well." Whis giggled behind his hand.
"Ugh, come on." Beerus put his hands on his hips, "Can you two canoodle elsewhere? I have a date with a tart au citron."
"I suppose I should congratulate you two and your wives for your new loves. Here, this is called 'Opera cake'." He handed Goku a box.
"Thanks?" Goku said, looking extremely awkward.
Whis went to join his companion, "Come on, boys. Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, before I was an angel, I had many affairs with other men. If anything, this might just help your training." He waved goodbye with his wand and the two blinked away.
"Okay, that... What the fuck just happened?" Vegeta looked at the box in Goku's hands.
"I think we have their blessing." Goku said, opening the box and trying some of the dense layer cake. "Oh! We should definitely get more of this."
--
Goku took them to the place where they came after they last sparred. There was a mist from the nearby hot pools and the fireflies flitted bout above the long grass.
"Nice night." Goku said, thinking about the last time they came here. This place promised a certain type of things to come.
"Nice scenery." Vegeta remarked, looking at Kakarot, discarding their desserts. He couldn't wait anymore. He needed his main course.
Grabbing Kakarot by the front of his shirt, he pulled him down for another kiss, this one more hard and eager. He clambered closer, needing to have their bodies with absolutely no gap between them. Just the hard press of warm, firm flesh and soft, wet mouths.
Goku had been waiting for this, ever since that first hint that something might happen. He wrapped his arms around Vegeta's thin waist and tipped them both onto the grass.
"Tch, mind the goods, Kakarot." Vegeta said from under his lover, and then tried to pin him, pushing at his shoulders and hooking a leg over his.
"The cakes are safe--Hey!!" Goku protested as he was suddenly face first in the ground, arm behind his back.
"Hmm... got you where I want you." Vegeta snickered, rubbing his growing hard-on against the back of Kakarot's khakis.
"Like this? Aww, no fair!" Goku whined, but pushed back against him, chasing that sensation. Vegeta yanked down the back of his jacket, bearing the back of his neck, and kissed it, wet and hungrily, licking the spot where Chi-Chi had bitten him.
Goku groaned, sticking his butt out so Vegeta could rut against him. He desperately needed skin-on-skin though. As soon as his arm was free, he reached under himself to undo his belt and fly.
Vegeta noticed a weird crinkly packet in Kakarot's back pocket and pulled it out. "Oh, you're prepared, huh." He teased, putting the lube packet between his lips for now, speaking out the side of his mouth, "Did you know, Kakarot, that if we still had our tails, our Saiyan biology would provide lubrication?"
Goku's cheek was in the grass, so his 'huh?' was a little obscured, using this chance to pull his pants down. Vegeta swatted his hands away, and continued, "If you've ever touched your tail mark during sex, you might find that spot to be oily." He explained, continuing to pull down Kakarot's underwear and his t-shirt up, revealing that perfect ass.
Vegeta stared at it and slapped both cheeks suddenly, making Goku cry out in pleasure. Sure enough, a bead of sweat like substance bloomed from under the tail scar and rolled down Kakarot's back, and Vegeta gathered it up with the end of his thumb. It wasn't enough to lube him up, of course.
Curiously, discarding the lube for a second, he licked the liquid. It tasted similar to sweat. Kind of like the stuff Bulma ejaculated, but greasier. He rubbed his lips together, and then leaned down, licking over the rough mark.
Goku yelped, back arching towards the ground. His tail scar had just as many nerves as other sensitive places, but nobody had ever licked it before. "Hhhohmygods..!" He squeaked out, toes of his sneakers digging into the ground.
Vegeta chuckled, muffled by Goku's back muscles, his thumbs digging into his ass cheeks and spreading them as he licked lower, to the place he'd only seen for just a moment the last time they were together.
Goku shuddered in pleasure, hips undulating as he humped the cool grass under him as Vegeta alternated between eating him out and licking his lower back. He could barely take the teasing. "Please... I've waited so long, I need you..!" He begged, thrashing under him.
Vegeta laughed around his tongue again, giving his hole one last swipe before he sat back. "You're so impatient. I thought you liked foreplay." He said, wiping his mouth and sitting up again.
Goku's heart beat so fast in anticipation, feeling Vegeta sit comfortably on the backs of his thighs, and hearing the tell tale rip of plastic. "Fuck... Hurry u--AH!"
The feeling of a cold blob of lube hit right on his pucker cut off all thought. Oh, Kami, this was really happening. He fisted the ground under him, feeling the dirt get under his nails, and then tensed as Vegeta's fingers explored his entrance. It was the best kind of torture.
Vegeta was having too much fun wringing noises and shudders out of Kakarot. It was so fascinating, he was almost paralyzed with one finger. And he hadn't even pushed it into him yet. He was a just swiping his thumb over the furl of skin, watching it twitch and Kakarot was going crazy.
What if he...
"HAHH!!" Kakarot nearly bucked him off.
"Too much?" Vegeta grinned, playing with his scar for a few more seconds before going back to just his ass. Kakarot whimpered, and then held a breath as Vegeta started to push his fingers into him.
"Breathe, Kakarot..." Vegeta purred, using his free hand to undo his own jeans, relieving some pressure on his cock.
Goku breathed in and out, ragged breaths as Vegeta fucked him open with his fingers, achingly slow. With the twist of his wrist, Vegeta turned his fingers downwards and pressed against that bundle of nerves that made Goku scream.
It was too much. All that anticipation and build up sent a flash of pleasure and warmth through his body like he was getting shocked. His body seized, and he was coming, oh god, he was coming so hard his eyes welled up with tears and he sobbed out Vegeta's name.
Vegeta wasn't expecting that. Did Kakarot just come from getting fingered? "How pathetic." He said fondly, removing his fingers after one last tap to his prostate. "If that's how you are with fingers, I can't wait to put my cock in you."
Kakarot whimpered like a kicked dog, his hole twitching. "Please... Fuck me..." He said with a sniff, trying to turn over, but Vegeta pushed his head back down.
Nope, Kakarot was gonna stay head down with his ass up, Vegeta decided. Just like this, half out of their clothes, rutting in the grass, Vegeta was going to claim his prize. Spoils of a lifetime of love and war.
Keeping his hand in Kakarot's hair, Vegeta used the rest of the lube on his cock, throwing the packet away. With a lift of his hips and a grunt, he was pushing his cock into him, a moan escaping his throat like a dying breath.
Goku sucked in a shuddery breath as he was filled up, painfully slow. He wanted to push back, but Vegeta was holding him down. Vegeta's cock was so warm and hard, and felt completely different to a dildo. His eyes continued to water as he felt Vegeta's thighs slap against his ass for the first time.
Kakarot's ass felt amazing, tight but not strangling the life out of him. His internal heat ran hotter than what he was used to, but we was fucking a physical god...
"Fuck, Kakarot... I finally have you..." Vegeta put his weight into it, pressing in as deep as possible, "Right where you belong..."
He withdrew and shoved back in, Goku crying out like he was being stabbed. He grit his teeth and scrambled under him, sobbing out moans as he tried to meet Vegeta's thrusts, getting the angle just right. "Ahhnh! Fuck! Ohh... Ve..." He panted, unable to form sentences through the most intense first fuck of his life.
Vegeta chuckled darkly, pulling on Kakarot's hair so that his head tilted back. He whispered in his ear, lips right up against the cartilage, "Use your words, Kakarot."
"Vegeta! You--" he gasped out, his chest pushing into the grass and dirt under him, but the words weren't coming. His whole world was Vegeta's cock in him, the burn of his back contorting under him, the damp dirt under his knees and chest, and the slap of thighs against his own and balls against his taint. There was no space for stupid words.
"Ah, I see. What if I stopped? Would that help?" Vegeta said, pulling out, but still holding Kakarot up by the hair.
"No!! Put it back in, put it back in!" Goku begged, "Oh, I love you, please!! Your cock feels so good, I definitely belong here under you, just please keep--AGH!"
Kakarot didn't need to ask again. Vegeta obliged, pushing his head back down, and fucking him into the ground.
"Mm... Yes. I know you love me." Vegeta chuckled above him, "You love how I fuck you, you love this cock, and I love how you're taking it like some cheap harlot."
Goku whined out a "Yes!", toes curling in his shoes, fingers clawing at the ground, "I'm yours... Yours to fuck!"
"Good." Vegeta growled, speeding up, satisfied enough to start chasing his orgasm. His eyes rolled in his head as he let the animalistic passion take over and he just fucked into him over and over again, fingers on one hand digging into Kakarot's hip, the others pulling at Kakarot's hair, until something broke, snapped deep inside of his soul, and he reached his peak, throwing himself into him and grabbing him by shoulder and biting onto his neck like some primal beast in heat, and Kakarot howled in pain--
--
A flash of white. He felt like he had self destruct in pure pleasure. Like he was being torn part into tiny particles and flung all over the universe. Then he was mashed back together, just like how Fusion felt. Oh gods, had he and Kakarot--
No, this was different.
He could feel his own laboured breathing. A ringing in his ears. It felt like he had passed out and sense was coming back online slowly. His knees were cold, his crotch was warm, his upper half uncomfortably hot and sweaty. He was thirsty, his mouth tasted like copper. There was a warm, whimpering body under him.
Ah.
"Kakarot." He whispered, kissing the nearest flesh.
Kakarot hissed and shook.
"Fuck, I'm sorry... I don't know--"
"It's okay!" Kakarot barked, and then quieter, "Just... Give me a minute."
He felt... a weird kind of pain, but he couldn't pinpoint where it was in his body. But other than that, he didn't feel anything except extreme satisfaction and mildly overwhelmed.
And then he realised, he wasn't feeling his own emotions, he was feeling Kakarot's.
Vegeta pulled out of him, and Kakarot let out an unrecognizable sound. He got off him, falling to the side, peering at his lover, his mate's face. Kakarot was crying.
"Hey... Talk to me." Vegeta said, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.
"I'm sorry, I'm fine, I'm just... I don't know why I'm crying, but I... can't stop." Goku said with a watery smile, and then croaked out another sob. Vegeta pulled him close, letting him cry.
A few minutes passed. Vegeta kissed his cheek and his forehead and told him he loved him and he did so good.
Goku felt... well, similar. His world had imploded. One minute he was having the best sex of his life, and then he was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once, and he knew, right away, that some of those weren't his. It was frightening, it was awesome, it was like he and Vegeta were one in the same for one moment and had phased into each other and then out again. Like they'd died and come back to life in a blink of an eye. It was like turning Super Saiyan but instead of rage, it was love.
"Wow." Goku said after a while, wiping his eyes and then looking up into Vegeta's worried gaze, "That was... That was something, huh."
Vegeta kissed him and then pinched his cheek, "You idiot, I thought I hurt you."
"Hey!!!" Goku laughed and then kissed him again, "What just happened? Sex has never felt like that, and it sure didn't feel like that when Chi-Chi bit me."
"That's because Chi-Chi isn't a Saiyan. Our souls are connected. We're truly mated." Vegeta said, eyes wandering about Kakarot's face. "I never thought..."
"Hm?" Goku slowly sat up, taking his t-shirt off, inspecting the bite on his shoulder.
Vegeta watched him. He was just... perfect. Any doubts he felt about their coupling was gone, every desire to defeat him in battle was non-existent.
Goku stared back at him, and then he smiled. "Yeah. I get it." He held a hand out to him, "Come here."
Goku helped him to his feet and they undressed each other, like they were discovering each other for the first time. Vegeta was in awe of him, how beautiful his mate was under the moonlight. Even with muddy hands and dirt on his nose and blood on his neck and chest.
Vegeta smiled, "Let's have a look at those hot pools." He said, walking in that direction, not before giving Kakarot 'follow me' eyes.
Goku grinned, watching his mate walk into the mist. And then he remembered something important.
"Oop! Not gonna forget that cake..."
Notes:
Finally! But wait, there's more...
Chapter 24: Hot Pools Episode
Summary:
Relaxation and switching it up a bit. (Some KakaVege!)
Chapter Text
The warm water felt amazing on Goku's aching muscles and he let out a huge sigh, sinking in further. Then he yelped at the mineral water in his neck wound. A few pools over, a family of monkeys seemed to be relaxing and grooming each other.
"Yeah, I'd not touch that if I were you. If you want it to scar nicely, that is." Vegeta got in next to him, groaning softly at the temperature. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.
Both of them felt comfortable, and both of them could feel each other's comfort. That in itself was a comfort. For the first time in a long time, they enjoyed the serenity in silence. Only the sound of a nearby bubbling geyser, crickets, the occasional monkey chatter, and the trickles and drips of both men washing themselves.
"Kakarot." Vegeta's voice made Goku startle.
"Hm?"
"How was fucking my wife?"
Goku giggled in surprise, looking over to his mate. Vegeta was looking at him with a lazy smirk. Only smug teasing radiated from him, no contempt or jealousy.
"Oh. Wow. It was... Different?" Goku sounded a little bit unsure of how to describe it. Bulma was only the second person he'd ever slept with. "I mean, pretty normal until she got the sex machine out. Then it was awesome." He grinned triumphantly, "Oh! When Bulma came the first time, I nearly drowned!!"
Vegeta barked out a laugh, throwing his head back, "Yes! It's something I was surprised by too. She even claimed I was the first one to make her do it." He said, and then, as an after thought, moved closer, half into Kakarot's lap, "I'm not surprised she used her gadgets on you. I would have loved to see that."
"Has she, uh, used them on you?" Goku wrapped his arm around Vegeta, because he could. And his warm skin felt amazing against his.
"No. I wasn't interested." Vegeta admitted, leaning into Kakarot's touch, and then straddled his lap, inspecting the bite mark idly, "However..." He trailed off, sitting up and putting his hands on Kakarot's chest.
Goku grinned, "Chi-Chi fucked you."
"Chi-Chi fucked me." Vegeta confirmed, his own grin devilish, and he squeezed Kakarot's pecs, "And I'm so glad she did..."
"Mm..." Goku's eyes slid shut, "She's really good. She tied you up too, right?"
A snort. "And worked her devil magic on me."
Goku's eyes opened again, "What do you mean?"
Vegeta blinked, pausing in his pawing, "That thing she does to you when she ties you up. It's like a mild Forced Spirit Fission or something."
"I... dunno what you mean. What happened?" Goku was really interested now, putting his hands on Vegeta's thin waist.
Vegeta screwed his nose up, "She tied me up and I felt... weak. Like she was draining all of my energy. But also at peace..? And for days after, I was in the best mood I've ever been."
Goku stared at him, "Vegeta... I dunno how to tell you this, but it's not magic."
"What?"
"Vegeta, you're a rope bottom. That was sub drop."
Vegeta leaned back, squinting in disbelief, "...but I'm a top. I'm the leader of this pack."
Goku shrugged, "You're Chi-Chi's bitch, just like me. No magic involved."
...
"Hey, did you cry? That's pretty common--"
"Shut up, Kakarot!!" Vegeta grabbed his nipples and twisted.
Goku moaned, head dipping back as he pushed his chest into Vegeta's touch. Vegeta paused, not expecting that at all. He was expecting the start of a fight.
"Hahh... Oh fuck, so that's something I like." Goku told the trees above them, pawing at Vegeta's waist.
"Interesting." Vegeta murmured, twisting them again. Kakarot's cock stirred to life between them as he moaned again, and Vegeta leaned in to kiss his bared neck. "You are full of surprises." He whispered against the muscular column, kissing up to his chin and capturing his lips.
All Goku could do was make noises and rock his hips against him. They'd fucked, now Vegeta thought he should... appreciate him a bit more.
"Mm... I love the way you react to pain, Kakarot." He said, sitting back and slapping Kakarot's chest, making his pecs jiggle, "I also love how stupidly big you are."
Goku managed a giggle. "Is it weird that I like how small you are?" He squeezed Vegeta's waist for emphasis, "I can nearly touch my fingers..."
"Hn." Vegeta slapped his hands off, "Yes, it is weird. But it means I'm faster than you."
Goku put his hands back quickly, pulling him close, "I like that you're faster..." He said, kissing him again. Vegeta growled, but complied, squeezing and scratching at his chest.
"Hey..." Goku kissed to his neck, to his ear, "You said Chi-Chi fucked you."
"Mmh. She may have..." Vegeta squirmed, grinding his cock against Kakarot's, "What about it?"
"Was it, um... Did it feel good?" Goku asked, fingers grazing over Vegeta's tail scar, more bumpy and fuzzy than his own.
Vegeta froze up and then shivered at the contact, "Of... Of course!! I wouldn't have let her put it in me if I didn't like it!" He snarled, and then Kakarot repeated the action with more pressure.
"Hahnh! Don't get any ideas!!" Vegeta choked out, but it was too late. Goku had all the ideas. He was fascinated by the way Vegeta's body shuddered.
"Mmmm... Can I touch you here?" He asked, moving his fingers down Vegeta's crack to his entrance, still fingering his tail stump.
Vegeta slumped against him, paralyzed by the touch. "Kakarot... You bastard..!" He managed, but at the same time, he didn't push away, because the sensation was so fucking amazing. Eventually he started moving his hips again, frotting against Kakarot's cock. He mouthed at his huge chest, and when Kakarot leaned back to give him more space, he licked and bit at the flesh there.
Goku sighed happily, especially when Vegeta started to purr, a little snarly, gutteral noise. Experimentally, he pushed at the ring of muscle. Vegeta paused.
"Kakarot, if you're going to fuck me, we are not doing it in the water." He said, leaning back to look at him properly.
"Aww, okay." Goku said with a pout, letting go of him.
Vegeta didn't move. "I didn't say you couldn't fuck me." He said with an expectant look, and then when Kakarot gave him a confused look, he got off him with a frustrated growl, "Go get some lube, you big idiot!"
Goku lit up with understanding. "Right!" He said, putting two fingers to his forehead and disappearing.
Vegeta moved to the shallows. Their presence had scared away the monkeys in the neighboring pools, which suited him just fine. He sat in the shallow water, waiting for his mate.
"Back!" Kakarot announced himself suddenly, holding another lube packet. With a stern look, Vegeta got on all fours for him.
"Oh, uh... Can we do this the other way? I kinda wanna see your face." Goku said, frowning at Vegeta's back. Not that it wasn't a nice view.
Vegeta scoffed, "What? This way is fine."
A split second later, Kakarot was under him. "How about this?" He grinned up at him, his hands meeting behind Vegeta's back. The hair on the back of his neck stood up at the crinkling noise of the lube packet opening.
"You won't be able toAHHN--" Vegeta suddenly collapsed on top of him as Kakarot played with both of his weakest, most sensitive spots.
Goku grinned up at the sky, letting his mate writhe against him as he rubbed his tail spot and pressed a finger into his hole.
"Motherfucker..." Vegeta muttered against his chest, mouthing and biting at the flesh there. Goku chuckled, relenting after a while and letting go of him. Vegeta growled and sat up slightly, sneering at him, "You bastard..."
"You love me, really!" Goku giggled, pressing a second finger into him. Vegeta's eyebrows twitched and he gasped out another moan. It felt a bit more weird than when Chi-Chi did it, but he was fully present, not under some weird rope spell.
Snarling, Vegeta reached behind him and pushed at Kakarot's wrist. "I can take it! Let me--" he growled in frustration, sitting up and glaring down at the man under him. Fucking Kakarot, looking so smug. "Where's that lubricant?" He said, looking about.
"Oh, I used it all up." Goku said, sitting up with him, "Should I go get more?"
Vegeta sneered. Of fucking course. "Lie back down, idiot." He sighed, assessing the situation. Kakarot wanted to fuck him. While Vegeta's hole was ready and lubed, Kakarot's cock was stupidly big and not lubed.
Time to do that thing Bulma did.
Scooting backwards and sitting on Kakarot's thighs, he leaned down, watching his lover's facial expression change from curious to surprised as he took his cock into his mouth. Kakarot let out a tiny gasp, slamming his palms into the shallow water next to him, narrowly avoiding splashing Vegeta's face. Vegeta snorted in amusement and swirled his tongue round the tip of Kakarot's cock, copying Bulma in his mind's eye.
Goku leaned back in the warm water, moaning at the warmth engulfing his cock. While Vegeta wasn't as good as either of their wives at sucking dick, the sensation was still amazing... Although when Vegeta took the plunge and swallowed him down into his throat, his opinion changed.
Vegeta gagged around him, coating Kakarot's cock in thick saliva from the back of his throat. For added measure, when he pulled off, he spat on it. "There." Vegeta croaked, wiping his chin, "That should do it."
Goku bit his bottom lip, unable to hide his grin, "I'm ready when you are." He said encouragingly, leaning up on his elbows and watching eagerly.
Vegeta glared at him. He'd never done any like this but... It wasn't too hard to figure out. Kakarot looked too excited, so he crawled up his body to wipe that expression off with a bruising kiss. And then, it was a case of gripping Kakarot:s cock by the base, lifting his hips and positioning the tip at his ass. Tab A into Slot B. Bare down and...
"Ohh fuck--" Vegeta felt an unfamiliar twinge of not quite pain shoot up his back and radiate out from where they connected. His mouth hung open. It was an intense pressure that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back into his head. Kakarot held onto him before he could lose his balance.
"I got you. You... You're doing good." Kakarot whispered, licking his lips, "Breathe and push down, okay?"
He didn't need Kakarot to walk him through it, but he took his advice, and soon he had most of Kakarot's cock in him. It was so much. His extremities tingled. How could Kakarot do this all the time?
Goku watched Vegeta's face, watching and feeling all the emotions. Surprise, uncertainty, strange pleasure... He'd felt it all before and now he was feeling it again. He ran his hands over his thighs and waist soothingly.
"Vegeta... Talk to me... What do you need?"
Vegeta's cock had flagged unexpectedly, but he grabbed Kakarot's hand and put it on his waist. "Touch it. I need..." he panted, and thank Kami Kakarot could read his mind because the immense pleasure from touching his tail scar gave him the strength to bottom out.
Fuck... He was so full, and it was strangely satisfying. He leaned his hands on Kakarot's abs and settled, breathing deeply, trying to remember how he felt, tied up and at peace.
He moved. Kakarot gasped under him. He focused on that gasp, rocking back and forth to draw more gasps out of him, gaining enough momentum to start fucking himself on that fat cock...
"Yeah?" Vegeta uttered, glancing down at his mate's blissed out face, his eyes closed and his lips parted, and to down between his legs where his own cock had hardened again, "You like fucking me, Kakarot? You like how I feel around your cock?" He rotated his hips, "Was it everything you ever imagined?"
Kakarot could only huff out an affirmative moan, nodding weakly. His hands had fallen to Vegeta's thighs, and he rubbed his thumb over the firm muscle. It was a simple gesture that made his heart melt, and he smiled to himself. Kami, he loved his mate.
Now to completely destroy him.
Vegeta rode that cock, biting on his bottom lip and enjoying wringing out moan after moan from his mate. Kakarot started to babble incoherently, much to his delight. He was close, he could tell. He was so easy to read, but Vegeta needed something a bit more.
He knelt up, letting Kakarot's cock fall out of him. "I'm going to lie on my back and--" he started, but his mate tackled him into the shallow water, kissing him hungrily. "Ugh, you idiot." Vegeta muttered fondly against his lips, wrapping his legs around Kakarot's waist, "Fuck me, shallowly."
"Like this?" Goku reached between them to position his cock and push into him, just so the head was breaching him.
"Hh!! A bit more... There!" Vegeta guided him, staring up into his face, and then nodding, "I need to you to hit that spot over and over until I come, okaAAH!!!"
Goku didn't wait, his hips moving back and forth quickly. He leaned down and kissed Vegeta, resting his elbows on either side of his head. Vegeta held onto his neck for dear life, and soon wrenched his head away to scream out his orgasm.
Goku grunted, feeling Vegeta pulsate around him and the pleasure radiate through their mind-link. It was overpowering, like feeling someone with a godly amount of ki. Before he could stop himself, he was biting into Vegeta's neck, his gutteral moans muffled by flesh and blood.
The psychic energy link didn't happen again, since they were already mated, but Vegeta let it happen, let Kakarot claim him with his mouth and teeth. Felt him come, deep inside of him, mentally and physically. Kakarot was so warm and loving, and he loved him too.
After they lay together for a few moments in post coital bliss, Goku pulled away, his lips and teeth tinged red. "Sorry, did that hurt?" He said, looking at the bite marks carefully, pushing himself up off Vegeta.
"Not too badly." Vegeta admitted, wincing. "Get off me." He said without malice.
"Okay. You think that cake is still there or y'reckon the monkeys took it?" Goku said as he pulled out, getting up and scratching the drying come on his stomach.
"Hmph, I'll be pissed if they did, I didn't get to try it. And there's also the matter of our clothes." Vegeta stood up on wobbly knees, going back into the deeper parts of the pools.
"Oh. They're a bit muddy, huh. I guess I can just teleport us to your bedroom?" Goku followed him, sinking back into the water, cleaning himself again, "Or-- hey! I can just call Piccolo, because I'm pretty sure he came by while we were doin' it."
"What?!"
"Piccolo!!!" Goku called out into the forest.
Vegeta sunk into the water further, "You imbecile, have you no shame?" He grumbled. How did he not know that Piccolo had walked in on them?
A few moments later, Piccolo walked out of the forest. "You're not asking me to join you, are you?" He asked, not making eye contact and looking pretty uncomfortable.
"Huh? I mean, the water's really nice." Goku said blithely, "Can we have a change of clothes? We ruined our other ones."
Piccolo was aware. And he didn't need to see one of his friends get fucked into the ground by another sort-of-friend but that was his fault for being curious about what Vegeta and Goku were up to.
"Fine." He said, zapping two changes of clothes onto the grass, "By the way, I'm pretty sure those monkeys stole your cake."
"Of-fucking-course."
"Aww!"
--
Piccolo left and after changing, Goku teleported Vegeta back to Capsule Corp.
"We'll have to get cake together another time." Goku said, putting his hands in his new clothes pockets, and then nodding goodbye, "See ya!"
"Wait, Kakarot!"
Goku turned back to Vegeta, "Hm?"
"Come here."
Goku stepped back into Vegeta's space.
"You're just gonna leave, huh? You didn't wanna stay the night?" Vegeta said, reaching out and toying with Goku's jacket.
"Oh. Did you want me to stay?" Goku asked, a tad clueless about this whole dating thing.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Or at least kiss me goodnight before you rush off." He muttered, and then Kakarot took his hands. Their eyes met and their love flowed through their link. Vegeta tilted his chin up.
"Okay." Goku whispered before leaning in and kissing him gently, lacing their fingers together. He pulled back after a few minutes, breathing in deeply. Wow, he really loved Vegeta a lot.
"Let me go grab my toothbrush and go say goodnight to Goten and Chi-Chi okay?" He grinned and let go of his hands, and then he was gone.
Vegeta found himself sighing happily, besotted like a teenager. Turning around, he saw Bulma standing in the front doorway, looking very smug.
"Oh. Hello." Vegeta startled slightly.
"You two are too cute." Bulma giggled, "Should I sleep elsewhere tonight or did you want to set up the spare room?"
Vegeta felt his face feet up and he pushed past her, "I'll set it up. Feel free to make some coffee, I suppose you want to know how my night went."
"Hell yes, I do!!!"
Chapter 25: After School Special
Summary:
Vegeta and Goku wake up together. Trunks calls Vegeta a bad word. Bulma and ChiChi prepare for a girls night
Chapter Text
They fucked again, after having coffee with Bulma. Goku caught the tail end of their conversation when he came back. He'd also gave Chi-Chi a quick summary. She seemed very happy for him.
Bulma went to bed, declining Goku's offer of joining them. "I've got a meeting in the morning, but definitely another time." She said, leaning in and kissing Goku's cheek.
Goku grinned, watching her kiss Vegeta's cheek as well. As soon as she left, Vegeta, pink faced from all the talk, jumped him. They barely made it to the spare room, let alone the bed, but fucking in an actual bed felt pretty good.
Sleeping together was interesting. Goku spread out and snored. Vegeta curled up under his armpit like a cat. The snoring wasn't too annoying, more like a comforting purr. He fell asleep regardless, their psychic link prompting him to once Kakarot had drifted off.
He woke up with Kakarot spooning him, the blankets down around their ankles. Kakarot ran hot, it seemed. But he didn't seem to mind. The room wasn't cold at all.
He inhaled their mingled scents and sighed happily. Gods, he was happy. It felt weird to admit it in his head. He didn't feel the need to destroy the world. He didn't need to do anything except lie here in Kakarot's arms.
"Mm..." Came an affirmative noise from behind him, "Your thoughts feel good."
Vegeta stilled, and then smiled, "What can you feel?" He whispered, low and relaxed.
"I feel... Peace. Excitement. Spikes of anxiety." Goku said, the arm on top of him moving so that his hand grazed down his abdominal muscles, "But those spikes are pretty common. I've felt them a lot. I think they're just... you."
Vegeta snorted, letting Kakarot stroke his hand down to his cock. Before he could continue, Vegeta turned around and pushed Kakarot so he was flat on his back. "Peace? I'm not a peaceful person." He growled, slotting his hips in between Kakarot's thighs.
"But that's what I feel when I'm with you." Goku stared up at him, "And love. And happi--"
Vegeta didn't want to hear it, so he kissed him. It was an effective method, he found.
It didn't stop the loud rumble from Kakarot's stomach. Vegeta pushed away and frowned. Goku grinned, "Must be breakfast time."
Vegeta sighed, getting off him. "Come on, I bet Panchy will be making breakfast now." He said, standing up and stretching.
"Aw yeah. Love me some Panchy breakfast. She really puts out a spread, huh?" Goku followed suit, scratching himself with a yawn, looking for the clothes Vegeta had thrown aside.
"I prefer Chi-Chi's pancakes." Vegeta said, going to the closet and picking out a t-shirt and tracksuit pants. Kakarot let out a chuckle in agreement.
"Hey, they look comfy. Have you got anything I can wear?"
Vegeta frowned, looking over to the taller Saiyan and holding the t-shirt up comparatively, "You know we're not the same size, Kakarot."
"What's the biggest shirt you got?"
Vegeta muttered to himself, something about Bulma stealing his hoodies and now Kakarot was going to stretch out his t-shirts. He found a singlet that was kind of tent-like on him until he tucked it into his track-pants. He tossed it to Kakarot, getting into his own clothes. He turned around when he was dressed and snorted out a laugh.
Kakarot looked ridiculous, the singlet stretched out over his chest and barely had enough length to cover his stomach. If Kakarot wasn't built like those Super Saiyan statues back on Planet Vegeta, he would look stupid. He still looked gorgeous, and probably would in whatever anyone made him wear.
"What?" Goku asked with a confused tilt of his head.
"It's a bit short on you." Vegeta said, shaking his head.
Goku turned and looked at the mirror next to the wardrobe. He didn't seem to mind the length. "Oh, thats fine. Got any shorts or something?"
Vegeta frowned incredulously, fishing around the drawers for some shorts. Kakarot was going to look like one of those aerobics instructors the old pervert liked to watch. "Here." He said, finding a pair with loose leg fit and an elasticated waist and drawstring. These ones hung off his own hips if they weren't secured with the string.
Goku put them on, and went to tie the drawstring, but since his waist was so much wider than Vegeta's... "Hey... Didn't these have a waist tie thing?"
"Gods." Vegeta muttered to himself, "It doesn't matter. You look..." He trailed off, admiring the strip of stomach in between the garments, "Acceptable. Panchy might hit on you, though."
"Hah, what else is new." Goku grinned, grabbing Vegeta's hand, "Let's go eat!"
--
Trunks was not happy about the noises that had come out of one of the spare rooms the previous night. He'd gotten up in the middle of the night to get some water from the nearest kitchen and heard some very typical 'people doing it' noises. One of the people wasn't his mom, and the other person was definitely his dad.
He grumbled, half asleep as he followed the sounds to breakfast. And of course, his dad and Goku were there. Because Goku had stayed over.
Gross.
"Hey Trunks!" Goku said, waving at him.
"Ta!" Bulla said from her high chair.
His dad nodded at him.
"Morning Trunks! Let me get you some breakfast. What would you like?" Panchy pulled out a seat next to Goku.
"Cereal..." Trunks went to sit, and got a glimpse of Goku's outfit. He laughed obnoxiously, "Uh, Goku? The 740s called, they want their sportswear back."
Before Goku could say anything, Vegeta growled, "Mind your own fucking business. Kakarot stayed over and he's borrowing some clothes."
Goku blinked, confused. "...you got a call from the past?"
Trunks slammed his hands on the table. "Well, I don't want him to stay over! I don't wanna hear you and him humping all night!" He shouted, upsetting the bowl of cereal that his grandmother placed in front of him.
Panchy gasped.
Vegeta stood up, pointing towards the house, "You go to your room, right now!"
"I don't have to take orders from a fa--"
Goku's hand slapped onto Vegeta's wrist before he could slap his son. "How dare you!!" Vegeta growled, looking truly upset.
Bulla burst into tears. Trunks stormed off, slamming the kitchen door behind him. Goku looked uncomfortable. Panchy wordlessly started cleaning up the mess.
"Maybe I should go." Goku said, giving Vegeta an awkward half-smile.
Vegeta sighed, combing his hair back with his fingers, "It's fine. He's going through puberty, overreacting to everything. His mother will dish out the punishment ." He said aloud, assuring himself. "Go if you want. I'm not letting that little shit put me off my food."
Goku nodded and pulled another plate of egg and rice omelette towards himself. Vegeta could probably feel the waves of anxiety coming off him. He didn't understand why Trunks was so upset and he wanted to fix it.
Vegeta's ankle grazed his, and their eyes met across the table. He smiled, Vegeta winked at him.
It was going to be okay, eventually.
--
Bulma was very unimpressed with her son. "Where did you even learn that word?" She asked. She was going to be late for her 'ladies night' with Chi-Chi.
"I didn't even--"
"But you were going to say it." Vegeta was leaning against the wall, staring at his son who was slumped on the couch.
Trunks stared at his lap, "I dunno, I heard some kids say it." He muttered.
"That word has a lot of weight behind it. You should never say it, let alone call your father that." Bulma sighed, putting on her earrings, "What if someone else called him that? Wouldn't you get angry?"
Trunks frowned and slowly nodded.
"It certainly made me angry." Vegeta said, voice low and full of disappointment, "You forget your Saiyan heritage. That kind of hate is a very human hate."
The boy looked up at his father, "What do you mean?"
"Saiyan warriors used to pair off with each other regardless of their gender." Vegeta explained, "The human concept of sexuality didn't apply to us."
"Huh." Both Bulma and Trunks uttered.
"Anyway, you're grounded for a month." Bulma said, making sure she had everything in her purse, "No phone, no videogames, no allowance, no junk food, no friends over--"
"--But Goten--"
"No Goten for a month! You'll see each other at school. I have to go, I'm already late." Bulma kissed Vegeta on the cheek.
"Don't get up to too much trouble." Vegeta murmured suggestively, smacking his wife's ass.
Bulma let a shrill giggle escape her lips, "It's not gonna be one of those evenings! I don't think..."
Trunks frowned, wasn't his mom going out with Goten's mom..?
"Aw, what??? Not you two too?" Trunks pointed a finger at his mother accusingly, before grabbing his own hair in turmoil, "But that's... How..?"
"When you're an adult with three lovers, you'll understand." Bulma waved condescendingly at her son and then pointed at Vegeta, "Are you cooking?"
"Meat, carbs and three veg," Vegeta nodded.
"Aw, man." Trunks collapsed onto the couch and covered his eyes. Why were adults so gross???
--
Chi-Chi was getting ready to go out with Bulma, but she was pretty concerned about Goku. He only ate half of his usual amount of dinner, and he kept sighing.
Pushing the last bobby pin into her bun, she stood up from her vanity, going out into the kitchen where Goku was doing the washing up with Goten. Goten was upset because Trunks was grounded.
"Is there anything I can do to make my boys happy?" She asked, putting her hands on Goten's head and on the back of Goku's shirt.
"Convince Dr. Bulma to unground Trunks! I don't get to see him outside of school for a whole month!" Goten said, his bottom lip sticking out.
"I dunno, Trunks said something pretty mean to his dad." Goku said, handing Goten a plate to dry.
"But Mr. Vegeta is mean, why can't Trunks be mean back?"
"Goten, children should respect their parents, and not call them hurtful names." Chi-Chi iterated, "It's only a month."
"Fiiiine." Goten sighed, "Also Dad thinks Trunks hates him."
Chi-Chi embraced Goku from behind, "Oh, honey. Trunks is going through a lot of emotions right now, but I don't think he actually hates you, or disapproves of you and Vegeta's relationship. Don't you remember being his age?"
"Yeah, but I don't think I was ever that mean." Goku frowned and then looked at Goten, "You won't be mean to me, right?"
"No! You're my dad!" Goten said, grinning up at him.
Chi-Chi smiled warmly, "What did I do to deserve such fine men in my life?" She said, ruffling both of their heads, "I'll let you know when I'm coming home."
"Have fun!"
"Bye mom!"
--
(1) NEW MESSAGE
FROM: BULMA
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On my way. Trunks is grounded for a month. He's such a little brat I swear. Anyways, I'm pretty excited about tonight! Never done anything like this before! Xx
Chapter 26: Deluxe
Summary:
Chi-Chi and Bulma go to a kinky love hotel to try out the gear. (ChiBul sex ahoy!)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"Are you sure this is the place?" Bulma said, surveying the seedy looking alleyway Chi-Chi had directed them to.
"Yeah, this is the back entrance. I thought being the world's richest woman, you might not want to be seen going into... this certain establishment." Chi-Chi said, taking Bulma's hand and petting it encouragingly.
The two of them had gotten close, but neither of them felt the need to go beyond platonic just yet. They were best friends with open minds. Anything was possible.
"Okay. I trust you." Bulma said, and Chi-Chi lead her to a door, which she knocked on in a certain way, and it opened.
A young blonde woman, dressed in an outfit typical of a waitress, greeted them. "Ah! Mistress Chi-Chi!" She said with a low bow, "We haven't been graced with your presence in a while! Is that gorgeous slave of yours with you?"
Chi-Chi smiled, "Not today. Kiki, this is my friend Dr. Bulma Briefs. Bulma, this is Kiki. She's a hostess, and also a budding entrepreneur."
"Wowee, the Bulma Briefs? I don't suppose you'd--" Kiki gushed, but then Chi-Chi gave her a hard look, and she looked away.
"Right, sorry, Mistress. Your booking is being set up. Did you want a bottle of champagne?"
Chi-Chi shook her head, "No, thank you." And then Kiki gestured down the hallway.
"Wow, Chi, did you bring us to a love hotel?" Bulma asked excitedly, still clutching Chi-Chi's hand. The walls were a dark red, as was the carpet they were walking on.
"I brought Goku here a few times to spice it up a bit, but it's expensive." Chi-Chi opened a door emblazened with the number 4 in bronze.
It was like a love hotel suite, with a bed, reinforced dining table and chairs, and curtains on the walls. Bulma could only guess what was behind those walls.
"Are we gonna order room service?" Bulma joked.
"Something like that." Chi-Chi took off her coat. She was wearing the cheongsam she wore on her date with Vegeta. As soon as she hung up her coat, there was a knock on the door.
"That's dinner." Chi-Chi didn't bother to conceal her smirk as the door opened.
Three people entered. Kiki and another hostess, wheeling a gurney, and a man mummified in cling film, lying on the trolley and covered with sushi.
Bulma gasped. Chi-Chi smirked.
"Oh, wow." Bulma gasped as the two girls put the platter on the table. The man had been carefully wrapped head to toe in saran wrap, save for his nostrils. It was all very sanitary. Separate from the main platter was a bowl of rice, some pickled ginger and a bottle of soy sauce.
The hostesses bowed, "Please enjoy your meal!"
Chi-Chi nodded thanks and took a seat.
"Who is that?" Bulma said, reaching out to poke at a plastic covered shoulder. The guy grunted.
"Whoever you want it to be, I suppose. Just know that he's perfectly fine with being a sushi tray." Chi-Chi said, helping herself.
Bulma sat down. "Wow." She uttered. Maybe they should have gotten champagne.
"Is this too much? I thought it would be kinda funny." Chi-Chi gave her friend a sympathetic smile, "We can do something else if you'd like."
"No! No, this is just..." Bulma snorted, "You know, this is pretty funny." She said and poked the guy again.
They ate sushi and updated each other on their husbands coupling. "It's a shame Trunks ruined the mood with his outburst. Vegeta seemed to be in a good mood regardless." Bulma said, pausing to take a bite of tuna roll, "I heard they did it both ways."
Chi-Chi giggled, "I heard Goku came in Vegeta without needing something in his butt." She said, strangely proud.
"Wow, such development." Bulma said, and they both burst into laughter.
Once they had finished, Kiki came back in with her friend, "Did you enjoy your meal?" She asked as the other hostess wheeled the sushi platter away.
"Yes, thanks!" Chi-Chi nodded, "We're ready for dessert."
"Ooh, is that also on a guy?" Bulma asked excitedly.
"Unfortunately, no. But if you two would like company..." Kiki offered. That way meant more money.
"No, thanks." Chi-Chi waved her hand.
Kiki bowed again and left.
Chi-Chi stood up, "Come on, come sit on the bed."
Bulma felt her face heat up at the implications from that sentence. "Are you gonna seduce me?" She asked, playing coy, but her heart was beating a mile a minute.
"Did you want me to?" Chi-Chi cocked an eyebrow, going over to the curtain and pulling it aside, "'Cause I can. But I just wanted to show you my world."
The wall was covered in gear and toys. All new and in box, all ready to be played with. Leather. Lace. Latex. Dildos. Plugs. Whips. Paddles. Chi-Chi presented them with a demonic grin.
"Holy shit." Bulma's jaw dropped.
"Wanna play dress up?" Chi-Chi bounced her eyebrows.
"Hell yes I wanna play dress up!!!"
--
Twenty minutes later, with a bit of coaxing, Bulma had poured herself into a black latex cat suit. Chi-Chi was fastening a leather corset around her waist.
"You look really sexy." Chi-Chi smiled encouragingly, "I bet Vegeta would just die if he saw you like this."
"I look like a super villain. Maybe I should take a photo for him." Bulma said, and then turned around. Her eyes bulged. "Damn, this makes my ass look amazing."
Chi-Chi tittered, "That's the point." She said, standing back.
Bulma slapped her own ass and it barely budged in the tight latex. "Okay, what toys do you think I need to see?" She asked, walking over to the wall, the latex and leather squeaking.
"Well, if you think getting spanked is fun, I recommend a paddle." Chi-Chi said, taking a flat wooden paddle off the wall, "You can also use hairbrushes and wooden spoons in a pinch."
"Oh. Are you gonna sp--AH!" Bulma began, but was cut off as Chi-Chi slapped her ass, the wood on latex making a nice clapping noise.
"I mean, if you want!" Chi-Chi smiled pleasantly.
"Oof! That... hurt, but I think that did something." Bulma said, judging by the warmness in her crotch area.
Chi-Chi pressed her hand against Bulma's back and pushed her forward, so her ass stuck out. "Okay, I'm gonna paddle you five times. I want you to thank me after each smack. If you want me to stop, say 'red', okay?" She said in Bulma's ear, rubbing the paddle over her asscheeks suggestively.
Bulma's eyes widened, but she nodded.
"I need verbal consent."
"Okay! Yes. Just spank me already-EE!"
Chi-Chi waited for the thanks, but they didn't come. She poked her in the side.
"Oh! Thank you."
"Thank you what?"
"Thank you... Kindly?"
Chi-Chi laughed, "Try 'thank you, Mistress'."
"Thank you, Mistress... Wow, that sounds wei--EIRD!"
"Well?"
"Thank you, M-Mistress..?"
Chi-Chi paddled Bulma three more times. Bulma got the hang of thanking her, and her thighs were now shaking.
"You did so well!" Chi-Chi righted her, making her stand up properly, taking her hands and smiling at her, "How do you feel?"
"Uh..." Bulma's face was bright pink, and she could barely look her friend in the eye, "Sore? Hot. Really, uh, horny."
"That's totally fine." Chi-Chi said, leaning in closer and petting Bulma's hair. At the soft touch, an involuntary whine escaped Bulma's mouth. Both of them paused.
"Huh... How 'bout that..."
Chi-Chi resumed the gentle touch, stroking Bulma's hair back from her face and then grabbing it by the roots suddenly. Bulma moaned, her mouth open and her eyes shut.
Chi-Chi saw an opportunity and took it, leaning in to kiss her friend, holding her by the hair. She licked into her mouth and sucked on her upper lip, and all Bulma could do was moan, paralyzed from what was happening to her.
Both women pulled back to look at each other curiously. Bulma's arousal was plain and obvious on her face. Chi-Chi was very intrigued.
"I've never been with a woman before." Chi-Chi stated the obvious, eyes taking all of Bulma in, "But I wanna make you come."
Bulma moaned in agreement, "Gods, yes..." she said, kissing her again, pulling her in by the shoulders. After that second kiss, Bulma squealed with girlish excitement.
"What?" Chi-Chi teased, letting go of her hair and stepping back, going over to the wall to pick something to play with.
"I'm just... I dunno, giddy? Because I thought you weren't into me." Bulma said, taking a moment to touch her sore ass. The sting made her twitch with anticipation.
Chi-Chi shrugged, "Well... It's complicated. You're my best friend, but... Why can't we have some fun?" She said, throwing some silk ties over her shoulder, and then picked a magic wand vibrator.
"What do you mean it's complicated?" Bulma asked with a frown, "I've fancied you for a while, it was pretty easy..."
Chi-Chi paused, turning to look at her best friend. "You like me?" She asked, her nose screwed up.
Bulma laughed, "Of course! It's why I asked you on a date!"
"Oh. I thought this was just us hanging out and being kinky... Up until you kissed me." Chi-Chi said, clutching the toys to her front.
"Wait..." Bulma felt a cold surge of mortification, "You're not into me?"
Chi-Chi bit her bottom lip, and sighed, "Not as much as I'm into men." She admitted, "But... I'm generally not into women."
Oh. Bulma hugged herself. "That's... fine." She said, a little heartbroken.
Chi-Chi stepped into her space, "I still love you. And I wanna get off with you." She said, "I think you're amazing, and I definitely have feelings happening... I'm still working on it, okay?"
Bulma pursed her lips together and then nodded, looking up into Chi-Chi's eyes. Chi-Chi smiled at her fondly, lifting her hand up to stroke Bulma's hair. Bulma sighed and leaned into the touch, "Okay."
"Now. Lie on the bed." Chi-Chi tightened her hand in Bulma's hair. Bulma gasped out a moan, and let Chi-Chi guide her to bed by her roots.
Bulma lay down on the bed, latex squeaking as she got comfortable. Chi-Chi started tying her to the bed by the ankles, and then sat on the bed next to her to secure her wrists together and up above her head. Bulma watched, heart beating fast in anticipation.
Chi-Chi leaned down to whisper in Bulma's ear. "The safeword is 'red'," she said, sliding her hand down and stroking over Bulma's thighs and latex encased pussy. Bulma's hips raised with a whine and she tried humping at Chi-Chi's hand. "Be good!" Chi-Chi scolded, slapping her cunt gently.
"Yes, Mistress." Bulma said, far more sultry than needed.
Chi-Chi smiled, "Okay, hearing you say it like that is pretty hot." She admitted, standing up to get the wand ready. She took her time with the packaging. She opened the draw of the nightstand and took out a condom. By the time the wand was ready and plugged in, Bulma was squirming.
Chi-Chi wasn't going to give her what she wanted just yet. She brought the wand up to Bulma's breasts, turning it on and teasing her nipple through the catsuit. Bulma's back arched off the bed and she gasped.
An interesting reaction, Chi-Chi mused to herself, switching to the other nipple for a similar reaction.
"Oh my god, please. Stop teasing me!" Bulma half-shouted, half-whined.
"Hmm... Nope. Not an option." Chi-Chi smirked, kneeling on the bed, in between Bulma's legs, "You'll have to ask a lot prettier than that if you want me to... Oh, I dunno, go lower? Maybe somewhere specific."
This was one of Chi-Chi's favourite games, making people beg. She'd been nice to Vegeta, but this was more her usual forte. Bulma was just such a brat. Chi-Chi saw potential there.
Bulma raised her head to glare at Chi-Chi. "Put that magic wand on my pussy, right now."
"Hmm... That's not what I meant." Chi-Chi pretended to pluck a bit of imaginary dust from the end of the wand.
"Ugh!" Bulma's head fell back, in frustration, "Please put the magic wand on my pussy, Mistress."
"Nah, not convincing enough."
Bulma was quiet, and she raised her head again, giving Chi-Chi her most coquettish face, "Please, Mistress Chi-Chi. I need you too--AHH!"
Chi-Chi couldn't help but laugh, watching Bulma's hips raise to meet the wand on her latex enclosed cunt. "You're a decent actress." She shook her head, "But your charms won't work on me."
She left the vibrator on Bulma's mound for a few more moments before taking it away.
"Please! Please-please-please..." Bulma tried again, more desperately, "I need it. It feels so good!"
"What, this?" Chi-Chi put it back on her, only to take her away again after a few moments.
Bulma whined, pulling at her bonds.
"Please... Please, Mistress." The frustration was giving way to defeat, and Chi-Chi could hear it, "Please put the vibrator on my pussy..."
Chi-Chi's eyebrows raised, "That's better." She said, smoothing a hand over her hip and up over the corset. There was a ring attached to the zip on the front of the catsuit. She pulled it down, letting Bulma's breasts spill out of them. Bulma gasped gently, her chest heaving with each breath.
The hooks on the corset were harder to undo with one hand, but manageable. It fell away under Bulma's back, and Chi-Chi continued to drag her zip down along her body. Chi-Chi eyed the flesh as it was exposed. She ran her other hand over her white, soft stomach, with faint pink stretch marks, dulled by creams and laser treatment.
Bulma sighed, shakily inhaling. This was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced in years.
Chi-Chi unzipped the catsuit down over Bulma's pubic mound to the base of her spine. Bulma's wet pussy practically fell out of the latex, pink and glistening.
Wow. Chi-Chi gazed at it curiously. She'd seen one in porn, and of course, her own, but it never interested her. But here in the flesh, Bulma's cunt, with it's scent and how pink and wet it was, was kind of making her mouth water. Maybe she was more bi than she thought.
Bulma was panting, watching Chi-Chi stare at her. "Please." She whispered, rolling her hips invitingly, "Touch me."
Chi-Chi met her eyes and smiled, "Of course." She murmured, lowering the head of the wand down onto her.
Bulma convulsed, throwing her head back into the pillows, hips shuddering. She pulled against the restraints, back arching off the bed. Unable to hold back, she shrieked, humping up against the vibrating wand. "Ohmygodohmygod-- I'm--"
Chi-Chi took the wand away, "You're what?"
"No! Nonono, don't stop!!!" Bulma gasped when that amazing feeling disappeared, just before she was going to come.
Frowning and pursing her lips in a parody of deep thought, Chi-Chi marvelled at the string of slick that connected the wand to Bulma's cunt. She was dripping so much, clear liquid pooling over the open zipper of the catsuit and down over the gusset. Chi-Chi reached out, catching some of the wetness with a finger. Curiously, she played with it in her fingers before tasting some. Pretty similar to her own taste. She didn't mind it one bit.
"Are you going to squirt when you come?" Chi-Chi asked, getting off the bed and pushing her pantyhose and knickers down her thighs. Bulma didn't seem to notice - she was staring at the ceiling trying not to cry with frustration.
"M-maybe..." Bulma whimpered, "I, uh... Usually need my g-spot to be stimulated."
Looking over at the wall of toys, she picked out an egg shaped vibrator and unwrapped it. Lubing it up and getting onto the bed, she knelt in between Bulma's thighs and slowly teased her entrance with the toy, squeezing it so it turned on.
While Bulma moaned and writhed, Chi-Chi took the time to get to know her best friend's pussy. Holding her hips down, she teased her hole, placing light touches to her smooth pussy lips, stroke up and down the blue strip of hair. It was quite exciting, and her own cunt throbbed in interest. She wanted to come soon.
Pushing the egg all the way inside of Bulma and giving her clit a gentle pat, Chi-Chi hiked up her dress. "There's something I'd like to try." She said, taking the wand and putting it back on Bulma's clit, and then pressed her own pussy against the other side of the head. Bulma watched, mouth open in pleasure and mild surprise at the idea of sharing the wand.
Chi-Chi sighed in contentment, her head dipping back at the sensation. With her free hand, she held onto Bulma's latex encased thigh, sandwiching the vibrator between them.
Bulma, on the other end, was moaning and gasping at the intense vibrations, body twitching. This was so intense. She never knew that sex could feel like this. She'd always had some sense of control, even when she was on her back, but she was completely at Chi-Chi's mercy.
"Don't stop, please don't stop--" Bulma begged again, fully expecting to have her orgasm denied again.
Except, this time, Chi-Chi didn't stop, because she was close too. Grinding the wand up against Bulma and herself, she grit her teeth, her chin to her chest, fingernails digging into the latex, and grunted out a breathy moan as she felt the heat coil deep inside of her.
A shriek and literal splash that hit her thighs and stomach stopped her from coming right away, but it didn't matter. Watching Bulma come and expel that much liquid was incredible. Now that the spectacle was over, it only took a few more seconds for Chi-Chi to come, rutting against Bulma like she was in heat.
Chi-Chi turned the wand off and slumped forward, panting. Bulma's chest heaved under her.
"That was..." Bulma started, staring at the ceiling, "That was amazing."
Chi-Chi snorted and sat back, "Yeah, that went way better than expected." She said, leaning over to untie Bulma's hands. To her surprise, Bulma pulled her down on top of her, so they were nose to nose.
"We need to do that again." Bulma demanded, bringing her hand up to Chi-Chi's face, staring into her eyes.
Chi-Chi licked her lips and nodded, "Yeah." She said, tilting her head to kiss her. Their kiss got heated, but a buzz from the intercom interupted.
"Mistress Chi-Chi? Your time slot is up. Would you like some more time? I can have someone come in and do housekeeping if you'd like."
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, but before she could answer, Bulma called out, "How much for you to leave us alone for another hour or so?"
Kiki spluttered, "Yes, ma'am. Very good."
"We get to keep the toys, right? I'll pay for everything." Bulma gave Chi-Chi a devious look and grabbed the wand.
"Oh, fine..."
"Good. Let's play some more."
Notes:
Thank you so much for being so patient with me! I just finished finals week and a week long contract job, what a better way to celebrate it's end with lesbian smut!
Chapter 27: Sharing Is Caring
Summary:
Therapy time!
Notes:
Hi, I feel that this is one of my more weaker chapters. I had a bit of trouble getting it all out. I'll be wrapping this fic up soon!!
Big thanks to Dulci for figuring out where I could put the therapy part.
Chapter Text
Trunks hadn't talked to anyone in days, skulking about the house and slamming doors wherever he went.
"Gods-damnit, if he's gonna keep this up for the whole month, I'm gonna go to space." Vegeta complained, trying to sooth Bulla who was both teething and crying from the sudden loud noise.
"Well, we were going to go to therapy," Bulma looked up from her laptop, "Maybe we should take him to the lookout?"
"Do I have to be there?" Vegeta asked, knowing very damn well the answer to that question.
Which is how he found himself in the Room of Spirit and Time, with his three lovers, and all four of their children, daughter in law and grandchild, for Son/Briefs therapy afternoon. The room had provided some couches, and they were positioned in a square.
"Wow, this place is weird." Chi-Chi said, trying not to look out into the void, fanning herself with her hands.
"Don't worry, Mom, we're only in here for an hour, which is not even a few seconds out there." Gohan said reassuringly.
"Is it true you were in here for three years?" Videl asked her father-in-law, while her and Bulma untangled Bulla and Pan's harnesses, and letting the youngest Saiyans fly about freely.
"We were in here for 2 weeks!" Goten bragged before Goku had a chance to reply, "Right, Trunks?"
Trunks crossed his arms, "Whatever."
Dende cleared his throat, "While I'm flattered you all decided to come to me for therapy, I am not a licenced medical professional." He began, staff across his lap, "Nor have I had training in therapy, but... I guess for the past few years I've gotten to know how most people work. From observation.
"Can you tell me why you came to me instead of a professional?" He asked the group.
Bulma could answer that one. "Well, both Vegeta and Trunks refuse to talk to a stranger about stuff, and I thought you might have some insight. Because you're God."
"Fair enough." Dende said, "What did we want to talk about?"
The four elder adults looked between each other. Bulma looked to Trunks, who looked like he'd rather be dead than on the couch right now.
"Uh... I guess I'll start at the beginning." Bulma continued after nobody else came forward, "Since this was my idea. A few weeks ago, me and Vegeta had an argument that lead to us deciding to open our marriage."
Her three other partners didn't react, nor did Trunks. Goten was more interested in watching the babies fly around the room. Videl and Gohan listened curiously.
"May I ask about the context for the argument?" Dende asked.
Bulma looked a bit embarrassed. "We were having communication issues." She said with a swallow, "Everything else was fine."
Vegeta looked a bit guilty at that particular understatement.
"I decided that we should see other people."
"So... Ethical non-monogamy?" Dende clarified.
"... yeah. That's what I wanted." Bulma looked at her husband and squeezed his hand.
"And what did Vegeta want?"
Vegeta chewed the inside of his cheek. He very wanted to say a witty retort and leave. But he was doing this for her. For everyone. "I was fine with what we had, but clearly she wanted something more." He murmured.
"We were fucking and not much else." Bulma turned her body towards him.
Vegeta's eyebrows shot up and he spluttered, "I was taking care of our children! Oh, and not to mention saving the fucking world."
"Please!" Dende piped up before more shots could be fired. All eyes were on Vegeta and Bulma. Videl and Gohan looked pretty uncomfortable, and Goku and Chi-Chi looked concerned, "You may continue."
"I... talked to Goku about it first. And he said he agreed with the idea of opening up the marriage. He said that it was something he thought about too, in his relationship with Chi-Chi, of course."
Goku blushed, and Chi-Chi nudged him.
"And Chi-Chi, did you also feel the same?"
"Not... at first..? I knew deep down that Goku wasn't cut out for monogamy." Chi-Chi put her hand on Goku's knee.
On the other side of Chi-Chi, Goten piped up, "What's monogamy?"
Chi-Chi smiled at her son, "Well, sweetie, most people only date or marry one person. Your dad, being an alien, didn't understand that concept."
"Oh, okay."
Dende cleared his throat, looking to Bulma to continue.
Bulma went on to sum up, "Then I went out with someone Vegeta picked out for me, but that was a bust. The whole thing kind of coincidentally brought Vegeta and Goku closer together."
Gohan froze, and Videl's eyebrows shot up I surprise.
Dende was well aware of Vegeta and Goku's relationship.
"I guess we were still figuring things out, and then the Parent/Teacher night thing happened."
Chi-Chi's cheeks went red and she clutched at the hem of her cheongsam guiltily. Goku didn't seem to react. Vegeta smirked and then noticed Bulma glaring at him.
"What? I regret not asking your permission, but I don't regret the rest of it." He said with a snort.
"Um, okay, what are you guys taking about?" Gohan asked with a nervous giggle rivalling his dad.
"Oh, Chi-Chi and Vegeta had sex in a bathroom stall at Parent/Teacher's night." Goku said, shrugging about it like it was no big deal.
Gohan looked like he was about to pass out. Trunks looked horrified, trying to stand up to leave, but Bulma made him sit back down.
"Is that why Papa Vegeta was late to his interview?" Goten asked, "They were calling his name for like 10 minutes."
"Aww... He called you Papa." Chi-Chi's heart melted and she looked over to Vegeta with a soft look.
"Wait, you two," Dende pointed at Chi-Chi and Vegeta, "cheated on your spouses with one another?"
"A-yup!" Bulma said on their behalf, "But then we forgave them, because we love them so much, and wanna make it work between all four of us."
Goku nodded in agreement.
"All four?" Gohan repeated, white as a sheet.
"So then me and Goku hooked up, and then Vegeta and Chi-Chi went on a date, and then Goku and Vegeta finally got together, and same with me and Chi-Chi--"
Videl let out a shriek of laughter, covering her mouth. When everyone looked at her, she explained, "Sorry! That was... just the last thing I expected to hear today!"
Trunks groaned and crossed his arms, "It's so gross. And everyone knows about it too, because Goten totally blabbed about it at school."
All eyes on Goten.
"Was that bad?"
"No, sweetie, it's just... It's not bad, or a secret, I just don't know whether or not you should be telling people about it. Like other bits of people's private lives. It's like if you found out what your teacher does in their spare time, but it's not of your business." Bulma said, looking at her defacto step-son. He was slowly turning into her favorite.
"Oh. Whoops."
"So, that word you nearly said to your father... Did you learn it because someone at school said it?" Dende tried to keep them back on track.
"Yeah... Goten said he had two dads and that the other dad was also my dad.... that's when the name-calling happened." Trunks sighed.
"Aw, sweetie!" Bulma wrapped her arms around her son, "Why didn't you tell us you were getting bullied at school?!"
"Mom, stop!" Trunks said, but didn't make an effort to push her away, "I didn't think it was that big of a deal."
Gohan was in a catatonic state, processing all this information. Videl was stroking his arm soothingly, having taking the news a lot better.
"Now that I've heard the whole story, why don't we go around the circle and talk about our... feelings? Maybe start with the words 'I feel'." Dende tapped his nails on his staff nervously, before noticing Gohan's state, "Gohan, you look like you could get some feelings out."
Gohan blinked rapidly, "Me? I didn't know that my parents were in a bisexual polyamorous quad!! I thought we were just here to talk about Trunks?" He exclaimed, voice cracking, "In fact, I don't know why we were invited?"
"We thought it would be a good time to tell you!" Chi-Chi said with no shame, "Since we were had to provide context..."
"I thought we had to start with 'I feel'." Goten teased.
Gohan stared at his family, and then tried to work through his feelings. "I feel... surprised. And, uncomfortable. And mad, that Mom cheated on Dad? With Vegeta? But, then...
everyone made up, so I guess if you guys worked it out... And you're all happy now..." His voice was peppered with upwards inflections and uncertainty, "I feel like I'll have to get used to it."
"Good! Does anyone want to tell Trunks how they feel about the, uh, slur incident?" Dende looked to Vegeta pointedly.
Vegeta was not fond of, or good at, talking about his feelings. Calmly, anyway. He was hiding behind his folded arms again, wanting to disappear into the couch. When Dende gazed at him, he groaned. "Ugh, fine." He said, turning his body towards his son, "I feel... hurt."
"Because?"
"Because your words... Hurt me." Vegeta forced out, looking so uncomfortable because everyone was looking at him.
Trunks stared at his dad for a moment before responding, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was just angry because... I mean, I felt angry because I was being bullied at school and then you and Goku were doing it really loud--"
"Okay!!" Dende interupted before Vegeta's face got redder, "Anyone else?"
Goku raised his hand sheepishly. "Hi, um... I feel... upset," He said to Trunks, "because you were super mean to me, too."
Trunks blushed bright red in shame, "I'm sorry, Goku. I guess I get you guys' relationship a bit better... And I guess I was a bit weirded out."
"Yeah, it is weird." Goku grinned, "But we were already weird to begin with."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Anyone else?" Dende asked, opening the floor again, but when nobody said anything, he stood up, ushering everyone towards the door. "Okay, this has been... awkward, but it sounds like you guys can take it from here. I have to go resume being, uh, God. Remember to talk about your feelings!"
"Thank you so much, Dende!" Bulma said. Behind her, Vegeta reared in the floating baby Saiyans and handed Pan back to Gohan, who was finding it difficult to look him in the eye.
"Relax, you don't have to call me 'Papa'." Vegeta smirked at him, finding it hilarious when Gohan cringed.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. But congratulations..?" Gohan suggested with a shrug, "Even though you had an affair with my mother. Still not sure what to think about that."
"Don't worry, it's official now!" Chi-Chi hooked her arm around Vegeta's free one.
Videl watched her father in law, who was smiling as he watched Vegeta and Chi-Chi interact. He seemed to be more than fine with the whole thing. When he caught up to Bulma, she slapped his ass and he laughed, wrapping an arm around her.
They were happy. Videl smiled and looked over to Gohan, who was busying himself with Pan's harness.
"You didn't want to open our marriage, did you?" Videl teased, and Gohan blushed a deep red.
"Hey, don't get any ideas!" He said, laughing nervously.
Chapter 28: Grande Finale
Summary:
The epilogue you've all been waiting for. (VegeKakaChiBul orgy)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It started with dinner. Bulma, of course, organized babysitters and catering, decking out one of her function rooms with romantic lighting and a full spread of only the finest food.
While Vegeta and Goku indulged as per usual, Chi-Chi and Bulma ate light but decadent. As their husbands digested, they fed each other strawberries.
Vegeta had his hand in Kakarot's lap, watching his wives giggle and suck on each other's fingers. "Whew!" his husband sighed, a big smile on his face, "Bulma puts on the best spreads!"
"Hey!" Chi-Chi mock protested, turning her face away from her wife and best friend, "I could do this if I wanted to!"
"Yeah, but it's your night to relax." Bulma said, "Besides, I don't want you to be tired for what we have planned."
"Oh? Plans?" Vegeta smirked, stroking Kakarot's thigh, "So this isn't just dinner?"
Bulma gave her husband a look for being so ridiculous, "This is the first time we've all been free on the same night since the wedding! Of course this isn't just dinner!"
"I dunno, I'd be okay with just dinner." Goku said breezily, but he did wanna do some naughty stuff too. Their wedding night was some of the best sex and aftercare he'd ever had.
While Vegeta and Goku didn't care for the official status, Bulma had gotten permission from the King to make their polygamous wedding legally binding. Their wedding wasn't the big affair that Bulma wanted, but a small private ceremony for their nearest and dearest, including an angel, a destroyer god, and two twin gods of the multiverse. Keeping the press away was hard, but it wasn't hard to destroy all their equipment.
Chi-Chi and Goku didn't have to farm anymore, but Chi-Chi still wanted to be a housewife, and for her husband to not slack off. Bulma happily helped Goku set up a dojo for young promising fighters, and Chi-Chi insisted on overseeing the housekeeping at Capsule Corp. She also insisted on cooking at least twice a week.
They kept the cottage on Mt Paozu as a holiday home, with some additions and extensions to the property, and the quad spent every other weekend there, escaping the pressures of city life.
Goten and Trunks were excited to be official step brothers, and shared a room, but Trunks was still a moody little shit. One day, when Trunks was being unbearably pubescent, Vegeta took him to the Room of Spirit and Time. Trunks came back later that afternoon nearly a foot taller and with a better attitude.
But now, alone, with Trunks and Goten looking after Bulla, our four protagonists get to enjoy a night off.
Bulma's newest staff member, Kiki, came in and cleared the table as the four of them made ways to the nearest bedroom.
"Have you planned anything specific? Or are we just winging it?" Vegeta said as he stood up, looking over Chi-Chi's bare legs. She was wearing that short cheongsam that she knew he liked.
"Mm, we have some options." Bulma said, dressed similarly, in a short, form hugging dress that showed off all her best assets. She pretended to think deeply, tapping her chin, "We could tie Goku to the bed and have our way with him..."
Goku's eyes lit up.
"Or we could just tie Goku to the bed and have our way with each other..." Chi-Chi said, standing up and embracing Vegeta, pointedly facing away from her husband.
Vegeta snickered in her arms, kissing her neck and grabbing her ass, "How does that sound, Kakarot? Bound and unable to participate, knowing that I'm fucking your wife."
Goku whined, but then frowned, "But she's my wife too."
"Shut up! I'm trying to cuck you!"
"Oh, sorry!"
Bulma laughed, going over to the chest of toys that she had picked out for just this occasion. It was a learning experience for all of them, but she loved the dynamic. Especially her husbands' banter. "Chi, what do we need?" She asked, opening the box.
"Definitely rope or ties..." Chi-Chi said, undoing Vegeta's shirt. Vegeta had pulled up the back of Chi-Chi's skirt, her ass on full display now, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Chi-Chi loved the way Vegeta manhandled her, like he owned her, but they both knew how it really was. After indulging in rubbing up against Vegeta for a few moments, she added: "Plug, cock cage, blindfold."
"Yes, ma'am." Bulma said, getting out the items and laying them out nicely on top of the chest. Bulma, more often than not, was Chi-Chi's assistant in these situations, dutifully doing what she was told, but not getting denied any pleasure like Goku. She cast her gaze at Chi-Chi and Vegeta, who were now kissing and heavily petting each other. Goku had his hands at his sides obediently, watching longingly, his cock threatening to pop the seams of his khakis. Gods, her spouses were so hot.
Vegeta held her arm out to her, and Bulma joined in the kissing. First she kissed Chi-Chi, smiling and soft, and then Vegeta, hard and wet. He moaned in her mouth, Chi-Chi's hand moving in between them, stroking him through his trousers.
Goku whimpered from behind them.
Chi-Chi smirked, "Strip and kneel." She ordered, her voice loud and commanding. Goku hopped to it, wasting no time.
"By the gods, I love how you can make Kakarot do anything without question." Vegeta said, low and gutteral with arousal.
"Yeah?" Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows, taking that as a challenge. When she heard the sound of Goku's knees hitting the ground, she, still making eye contact with Vegeta, ordered, "Goku. Crawl over here and suck Vegeta's cock."
"Yes, Mistress." Goku answered, a little bit too excited. The two women made room, watching Goku tread carefully on hands and knees over to Vegeta, dutifully undoing his belt and fly, lifting Vegeta's cock out of his silk boxers. Vegeta moaned, head dipping back as his husband started licking and sucking at the head of his cock hungrily.
"Mm, you look like you really love sucking Vegeta's cock." Chi-Chi teased, moving behind Goku. She smoothed his hair back from his face so they could clearly see him take Vegeta's cock in and out of his mouth.
"How is he?" Bulma asked, turning Vegeta's face towards hers, and kissing him deeply.
"So good--" Vegeta moaned, eyes closing as Bulma sucked on his top lip and slid her hand over his abdominals and down to hold the base of his cock.
Goku was moaning as well, his cock dripping on the wooden floor. Chi-Chi noticed this, tsking, "That won't do, I'll have to put that naughty cock away." She left him to it to go get what she needed.
Vegeta had to shift his hips back, the knowledge of the state of Kakarot's cock was going to make him come. Kakarot's mouth tried to follow him, but Bulma grabbed his hair, shoving him towards her cunt. "My turn." She said with a smirk, and moaned when Goku obediently started licking her clit. He loved being used by them, and they'd taken advantage of his mouth many times. Vegeta smiled appreciatively, stroking Kakarot's neck encouragingly, letting his gaze slide over to Chi-Chi as she knelt back down behind him with her toys.
Chi-Chi lubed up a plug and wasted no time in pressing it into Goku's hole. Goku moaned against Bulma's pussy, and to keep him there, she draped a leg over her his shoulder. Vegeta, meanwhile, pulled her breasts out of her top and began sucking on them greedily.
Once the plug was in place, Chi-Chi reached around and threaded Goku's cock through series of rings joined together by a leather strap that fastened around and behind his balls. Goku whined in discomfort at the coldness of the metal.
"Poor baby." Chi-Chi cooed against his back, kissing his shoulder before she stood up. She held his fringe back again, blindfolding him with a silk tie. She was considering gagging him as well, but his mouth was turning out to be very useful, as Bulma was sounding close to orgasm, her head dipped back as both men sucked at her most erogenous zones.
Bulma's hips shuddered and she ground against his mouth as she came. But it wasn't enough, and like he had read her mind, after her hips pulled back, Vegeta pushed two fingers inside her, and seconds later she was squirting across Goku's chest and chin with a high pitched shriek. Goku was smiling as he panted. He really loved Bulma's ability to squirt, and even though he couldn't see it happen, the sensation of it hitting his body made his cock pulse in it's cage.
"Whew!" Bulma sighed, chest heaving. She kissed Vegeta thanks, and righted herself.
"Kami, I wish I could do that." Chi-Chi said, stroking Goku's hair fondly, and then patted his shoulder, wordlessly telling him to stand up. "Come on, let's get you over to the bed."
"Okay." Goku said, standing up. Chi-Chi and Bulma took his hands, guiding him over to where the bed was. He bumped his knee against the mattress and crawled onto the bed. "How do you want me?" He asked with a nervous smile.
"Hmm... We need your mouth available, so I think lying on your back." Chi-Chi said, and as Vegeta approached the bed, they all watched him assume the desired position. Chi-Chi handed Bulma a silk tie, and they both got to securing his wrists to the headboard, and Vegeta took initiative to do the same with his ankles to the footboard. They'd done this once with ki restraints, but they scorched the furniture.
Standing back and admiring their work, Chi-Chi asked, "So... What should we do, or not do to our slave?"
"I think Kakarot is content to just lie there for a bit. I want to pay attention to my women..." Vegeta trailed off, wrapping his arms around both of his wives waists, kissing Chi-Chi appreciatively while Bulma giggled and pulled his shirt off his shoulders.
"That sounds great, let's do that." Bulma said, mentally working out the logistics. She supposed they could use Goku for leverage in some way? While she thought, Vegeta unceremoniously just pushed her onto the bed, in-between the wide V of Goku's legs. Okay, that worked. Turning around, she barely had a moment to escape before Chi-Chi crawled on top of her and started kissing her.
Chi-Chi was way more enthusiastic about her bisexuality then they were when they first started hooking up. They had had almost the same amount of girl on girl action as Vegeta and Goku had had 'boys nights', and that was a lot.
Bulma nestled her back against Goku's inner thigh, careful of the cage by her head, and Chi-Chi straddled her thigh, gyrating her hips so her cunt dragged over the smooth skin. Meanwhile, Vegeta took off his trousers and started stroking himself again, very pleased with the view in front of him.
"Oh, Kakarot, you are missing quite the sight." He teased, kneeling down and pulling both sets of hips towards him. He was surely the luckiest man in the world, with two gorgeous women's cunts right in his face. The only problem he was facing was which one to devour first. He supposed he didn't have to choose, they were both his. And Bulma had already came, so naturally he needed to give his other wife some attention. He grabbed Chi-Chi's ass cheeks and spread them, leaning in to lick and suck on her pussy lips. He pushed his tongue into her hole and fucked it, and used his fingers thumb to stroke her clit.
Above Bulma, Chi-Chi moaned in the kiss, lowering herself onto Bulma some more, enjoying the soft squish of their breasts. Bulma ran her fingers through her hair and over her shoulders, down her back and grabbed at her amazing ass.
Vegeta moved his face down onto Bulma's pussy, sucking on her clit and labia. Bulma moaned, and reached down to finger Chi-Chi's cunt and gasped as Vegeta licked over her fingers as well. He was giving them equal amounts of attention with his mouth, his queens. But what he really wanted to do was fuck both of them simultaneously. He sat back, watching as both of them missing his mouth so much that they were both mewling and rubbing and fingering each other.
Goku gave a bit of a gasping whine, curious to know what was happening. "Just know that both of our wives are desperately needing to be fucked right now... And since you're otherwise indisposed..." Vegeta taunted cruelly, and with that, he pulled Chi-Chi's hips back and entered her with a groan. Chi-Chi sighed out a moan of her own, propping herself up, putting her hands on Goku's thighs.
Bulma stared up at her wife in awe, the way her breasts bounced as Vegeta fucked into her. She leaned up to suck on her breasts, reaching between her legs to feel Vegeta's cock slide into her, and rubbed her clit. Chi-Chi's arms shuddered at the dual stimulus, but she had the strength to keep herself upright.
Vegeta kept fucking her and Bulma stroked her until she was pulsing and squeezing around Vegeta's cock and grunting through her first orgasm. Vegeta's thrusts slowed and he pulled out, needing a break, and Chi-Chi collapsed on Bulma, thighs shaking. The two woman kissed languidly, until Chi-Chi regained the strength to climb into Goku's lap, giving Bulma room to get fucked, and more importantly, to also go down on Chi-Chi at the same time. Chi-Chi lay back on Goku's broad torso, feeling his quick pulse through his chest, and giggled, turning her head to kiss his cheek. "How you doing?" She whispered to him.
"I'm okay, you all sound and feel so hot." He admitted, "Wish I could touch you."
"Soon, baby..." Chi-Chi promised. By the end of this, he would get his prize. But that thought disappeared as she felt Bulma's tongue slide over her cunt. She looked down to watch. Bulma was holding Goku's cock cage to the side so she could eat Chi-Chi out without it getting in the way.
"What's happening now?" Goku asked.
"Vegeta is fucking Bulma, and Bulma is eating me out." Chi-Chi said in a whisper, moaning against his cheek. Goku answered in a moan, and then a whimper. "Oh, your poor cock. I bet you want in on this action?"
"Please..." Goku begged, turning his head to kiss her, but Chi-Chi denied him, pushing herself up onto her hands, changing the angle of her hips and pushing up into Bulma's mouth.
Bulma was moaning like crazy, rubbing her own clit and more mouthing at Chi-Chi's cunt than sucking or licking. Chi-Chi grabbed her by the hair, "Pay attention." She scolded, and Bulma got back to work, sucking on her clit.
Vegeta grinned at her, and they shared their special smile. If they could reach other they would definitely be making out right now.
Bulma was slacking off again, her high pitched moans indicating she was going to come again soon. "Come on, baby, suck hard." Chi-Chi encouraged, pulling at her roots, and moaned as Bulma really focused on eating her out. Soon, Chi-Chi was coming with a gutteral moan, and Bulma too with muffled screaming, and Vegeta was growling as he was getting close. Goku whimpered, all of his lovers sounded like they were having a lot of fun.
Vegeta hissed, pulling out of Bulma and narrowly avoiding a torrent of chick come on his thighs. Bulma's hips were spasming, Chi-Chi holding her head in place by the hair until she was ready to release her. As the two women calmed down, Chi-Chi let go of Bulma and opened her eyes, looking to Vegeta. He was gritting his teeth, stubbornly denying himself his own orgasm. He was such a service top.
"Mmm... I know what you want. You wanna fuck Goku, right?" Chi-Chi teased, "Wanna come in his hole?"
Vegeta smirked and shrugged. She knew him too well. It wasn't that he had a favourite, he just wanted all of them. Only then could he be truly satisfied.
Bulma sat up, sniffing. Her mascara was running, her short hair sticking up where it had been tugged on and she looked very debauched. "Oh... That was awesome." She sighed happily, moving aside so Vegeta could have access to his husband. Chi-Chi straddled Goku's middle and Bulma snuggled into her side. They both really loved how Vegeta really adored Goku, his mate, and they both loved watching them fuck.
Vegeta crawled in between Kakarot's legs, eyeing up his poor tortured cock. It was sticky with precome and swollen, bulging out between the rings. Kakarot shivered in anticipation as he felt Vegeta's hands slide up his thighs, slow and teasing.
"Vegeta..!" Goku cried out, as Vegeta started teasing his balls and shaft through the cage. A little spurt of clear liquid flooded over the side, and Vegeta chuckled cruelly.
"Poor Kakarot. I bet you're so desperate to come." Vegeta taunted, fingers ghosting down between his ass cheeks. Kakarot whined, toes curling and hips jolting at the touch. He moaned as Vegeta started pushing against the base of the toy in his ass, and Chi-Chi handed him the lube.
"Hmm... You're very noisy. Maybe we should keep your mouth occupied." Vegeta suggested, looking at his girls. Chi-Chi was content on watching for now, but would indulge later. Bulma grinned and moved to straddle Goku's head, holding the headboard. Goku's moans became muffled as she lowered her pussy into his mouth, and he eagerly started licking away.
"Gods, that feels so good." Bulma sighed, rotating her hips. Chi-Chi moved to the side to get a better view.
"Hn. An effective way to shut him up." Vegeta snorted, pulling the base of the plug, indulging in the sight of seeing Goku's hole stretch as the toy came out of him, and watching it flutter when it was empty. He switched the toy for the lube and stroked himself up.
"I think I might take the cage off." Chi-Chi said, taking pity on her slave husband. That, and she also wanted to ride him.
"Be my guest." Vegeta said, undoing Kakarot's leg restraints so he could fuck him easier.
Undoing the strap around the base of his balls, Chi-Chi very carefully took the cock cage off. It was a tremendous relief, but only momentarily, as Chi-Chi replaced it with a cock strap. She wanted him to last just a bit longer. She pressed a kiss to his shaft and he sucked in a shuddery breath in between licks. She then returned to straddling Goku's waist, facing Vegeta, watching him press into Goku's hole.
Goku groaned, and so did Vegeta, and Bulma moaned as well. Chi-Chi smiled at the orchestra of sounds around her, and started stroking herself. When she felt Goku was ready, she was going to fuck herself on his cock.
Vegeta pressed all the way inside of Kakarot and began fucking into him. Kakarot moaned against Bulma's cunt, pulling at the restraints on his wrists. Bulma moaned, grounding down on his mouth, and Chi-Chi lifted her hips and started teasing herself against Goku's wet cock, sliding her pussy lips up the shaft.
This was just too much fun, and as much as they wanted to draw it out, everyone was a hair trigger from coming. Vegeta had stopped himself from coming about three times, and was so close to letting go inside his husband. Bulma was practically smothering Goku with her pussy, and Chi-Chi angled herself so Goku's cock pushed inside of her and she started bouncing on it.
It was like a chain reaction. Chi-Chi quickly worked herself into a frenzy, fingers swiping back and forth across her clit and started squeezing around Goku's cock. Bulma wailed as she started coming, fist in Goku's hair. Vegeta straight up roared as he came deep inside Kakarot, and as Chi-Chi screamed out her orgasm, Goku yelled out his, wet and muffled, as he pumped a torrent of come deep inside Chi-Chi.
The room was filled with panting and heavy breaths. Bulma sat back from her perch onto Goku's chest. Chi-Chi let Goku's cock slip out of her, and gratefully undid his cock strap. Vegeta sat back and exhaled, wiping sweat from his face. They all slowly came undone, moving to more comfortable positions and untying the last of the silk ties - freeing Goku's arms and taking off the blindfold. Soon, Bulma and Vegeta were snuggled against Goku's sides, and Chi-Chi lay her head on his chest, on top of him.
"That was..." Goku started, a stupid grin on his face, "That was so good."
"Yeah?" Bulma teased, "I agree, what about you two?"
"More than adequate." Vegeta said from across the broad chest they were cuddled up to, kissing Kakarot's neck.
"Yeah... I could get used to this." She said sleepily, resting her cheek on her crossed arms and closing her eyes.
"Mm-hmm..."
The room was quiet now, everyone dozing. Before he fell asleep too, Goku glanced at each one of his partners and grinned to himself. Who woulda thought? To have a beautiful wife and mistress with Chi-Chi, his best friend and now wife, Bulma, and his mate and now husband Vegeta. Three amazing people who loved him for him and all compatible in the sack. He had to be the luckiest man in the world.
Notes:
Thank you all so much for reading! This will probably have a lot of spin off works, since it's my fave universe.