Vegeta
twisted the doorknob and pushed his back door open, stepping into the darkened
kitchen with a small sigh. He reached over and flipped a light switch, causing a
blinding yellow light to shine forth from the ceiling above. Vegeta and Goku
both groaned, squinting against the offending light.
“Hn. I
suppose you want something to eat, Kakarott?” Vegeta asked, already knowing the
answer.
A loud
rumble sounded from Goku’s stomach, as if on cue. Goku grinned, rubbing the back
of his neck with one hand, his stomach with the other. “Yea…I could use a snack,
Vegeta…” He answered, his eyes shifting from Vegeta to the
fridge.
Vegeta
scowled. “Fine, help yourself, but don’t eat my son and I out of house and home,
got it? Having you in the house is dangerous to one’s pantry, you know. Even
with as much food as we stock!” He added, snorting. “I’m going to go change.”
With that, he walked across the room and up the stairs to his
bedroom.
Goku vaguely
heard Vegeta as he opened the fridge door and examined the contents, his mouth
beginning to water immediately as his eyes landed on two large fresh baked pies.
No doubt they were baked by Mrs. Briefs, Bulma’s mother. Less than ten minutes
later, Goku sat at the kitchen table, a large steaming bowl of ramen soup in
front of him, along with three sandwiches, two apples and a quarter of one of
the pies.
Vegeta
stripped out of his clothing quickly, grabbing a pair of black silk pajama pants
from his dresser and slipping them on. He ran his hand through his stiff hair
and cast a quick glance into the large oval mirror positioned above the dresser;
smirking, he then turned to survey his bedroom briefly, making sure that
everything was clean and orderly, nothing out of place. With a nod, he stepped
back out into the hall and down the stairs, where he stood in the doorway,
smiling humorously.
There at the
table, Goku was doing one of the things he did best. Eating! Vegeta shook his
head softly, still marveling at the amount of food the man could pack away and
in such little time; since the small saiyan had arrived in the doorway to watch,
Goku had downed the bowl of ramen, not bothering to chew the noodles, and had
eaten all three sandwiches, two bites each sandwich. He then tossed one of the
apples in the air and caught it in his mouth, strong jaws clamping down tightly
as it disappeared into his mouth and down his throat, making his throat bulge
slightly. Up into the air the second apple went, but this time, dark eyes met
Vegeta’s as the taller saiyan realized he was being watched. Absently forgetting
about the apple, it came down and hit him on the top of his head with a “thunk”.
Vegeta couldn’t help but burst out
a lighthearted laugh, as it had truly been one of the most idiotic things he had
ever witnessed in his life; and of course, Kakarott just had to be the one
commiting it! Vegeta doubled over, holding his stomach, a small tear of laughter
escaping his right eye. Goku blinked, watching Vegeta with obvious bafflement, a
small smile turning the corners of his lips as he realized just how kawaii
Vegeta could be when he laughed.
A deep
chuckle escaped his throat. “Vegeta, you really should laugh more often.” He
stated, picking the apple up off the floor and eating it in one bite.
Vegeta’s
laugh quickly turned into a scowl. “Hn. You wish, Kakarott.” Vegeta replied
sourly, crossing his arms and looking away.
Goku smiled
softly, standing. “You’re right, Vegeta, I do wish…” He said as he made his way
to Vegeta, his eyes looking the small saiyan up and down. Vegeta looked his way
only when he realized that Goku was approaching him, and the look he shot the
other man was one of unease. Goku stopped a couple feet away from Vegeta,
reaching out and running his fingertips down the princes toned muscular chest.
Vegeta shivered, his eyes watching Goku warily still, though a smirk was pulling
at his lips. Goku’s hands moved to the waist of Vegeta’s pajama pants, which he
quickly pulled off, watching as Vegeta stepped out of them before removing his
own clothing. His arms went around Vegeta immediately, pushing the other saiyan
backwards until his lower back was pressed against the kitchen table.Their
mouths met, licking and sucking at each other while roughened hands roamed.
Goku’s tail swayed behind him, then ducked, curling loosely around Vegeta’s
thigh, inching it’s way up to his erection. Vegeta’s head fell back as the tail
wound itself around his hardened state, a moan escaping his lips.
“Kakarott……”
Goku smiled,
biting at Vegeta’s lips, his tail softly stroking Vegeta’s cock. Vegeta held his
hand against Goku’s chest, pressing lightly. “Kakarott…let’s go to my room.” He
said, his voice low and raspy.
With a nod,
Goku followed closely behind Vegeta, his hands cupping Vegeta’s ass as he
walked. A chuckle came from the other saiyan, his tail lashing out and slapping
Goku playfully across the cheek, then moving around to stroke the taller
saiyan’s ass.
“Mmmm…” Goku
moaned, grabbing Vegeta’s arm and pulling the smaller body into his embrace.
Pressing Vegeta’s body against the wall in the hallway, he bent his knees
slightly, then thrust upwards, rubbing his need against Vegeta’s. “Don’t know if
I can make it to your room, ‘Geta…” He gasped out, nibbling at the prince’s
neck. Vegeta’s eyes rolled back, his own hips thrusting towards Goku’s, hoping
to feel their lengths rub against each other again. His eyes opened, his gaze
falling just over Goku’s shoulder to the door there. Trunks’ door.
“Kakarott…we
can use Trunks’ room…but we have to hurry…I’m not going to last much longer…” he
said desperately, his legs beginning to quiver from Goku’s touch. Their lips met
again as Goku pulled Vegeta to the closed door, his hand fumbling behind him to
find the doorknob. Their breath was coming in sharp pants and gasps, their
kisses frantic as the door swung open silently.