Chapter 3

-Goku’s POV-

Chichi had said something about Goten being over at Bulma’s before I had gone out, I had only vaguely been listening.  I’d been training with Gohan for most of the day and hadn’t even had a chance to sit, but that wasn’t the reason I was distracted.  I hadn’t seen Vegeta in almost a week now.  I had waited, just to see if he would come looking for me, yeah, good luck with that one, even Chichi had said I was mad if I thought he would turn up.  He was too proud to acknowledge he missed me and to come looking for me would have been just as bad as saying it.  Well, I wasn’t going to wait any longer, I missed him and I didn’t mind saying it.

I had turned up at Capsule Corp in time to catch Goten staring pointedly at Trunks’ feet as they moved through the soft carpet in the living room.  ‘I know that feeling’ I sympathised, ‘not knowing whether or not they have the same feelings for you as you do for them.’

Trunks did, of course, everyone knew that, even Vegeta had pointed it out at one point, but Trunks and Goten themselves still seemed to be oblivious.  Not my problem, not my place to say anything.  I was here for something else.

I could hear Vegeta banging about in the kitchen, looking for food presumably, the suspicion confirmed when, after checking with Trunks to make sure it was his father in there, I wandered through to the kitchen.  Vegeta had his head in one of the cupboards, his butt raised in the air, his tail stuck out ramrod straight and spiky in annoyance.  I almost chuckled but managed to keep quiet, smiling to myself.  He would have his head in there until he had moved around every tin, packet or bag to make sure there was nothing pre-made.  I wandered over behind him, watching as he shifted position to get a better look deeper in the cupboard, and slowly clasped the base of his tail, burying my fingers in the spiky fur and smoothing it as I ran my fingers all the way to the tip.

He froze, his back snapping rigid as he felt me take hold of his tail.  He didn’t allow anyone but me this pleasure and he probably wondered how Bulma had become so daring, as he didn’t know I was here.  Then he relaxed, staying exactly as he was but curling the end of his tail around my wrist.

-Vegeta’s POV-

I had been looking for some food in one of the cupboards, wondering if Bulma had made something previously and stashed it for later use.  I had just come to the conclusion that there was nothing edible in this kitchen that I didn’t have to prepare first, except a packet of biscuits, when I felt someone take hold of my tail at the base and run their fingers all the way to the end.

‘Stupid onna’ I thought, thinking Bulma had gained the courage to try touching my tail again, when I realised the hand was too wide and strong to be Bulma.  The only other person that would even dare to touch my tail was Kakarot.  I stayed where I was for a few seconds, wondering how to take his sudden appearance, he was the reason for my bad mood, he hadn’t shown up in almost a week and, although I wasn’t going to admit this to anyone, especially him, I had missed him. 

I pulled my head out of the cupboard and stood looking over my shoulder, my tail still traitorously curling around his wrist, even though I had resolved to be in a mood with him a few hours earlier. 

“What do you want?” I stated flatly, wondering if he would give me a hint as to why he hadn’t been round in such a long time.

He smiled and unravelled my tail from his wrist, petting the fur at the end lovingly with his fingers.  It always amazed me how gentle he was with my tail, even with all the power his body contained.  I had told him more than once there was no need to be so gentle, I was the prince of saiyans, not a low class fighter, my tail was not a weakness and so was not delicate like Raditz’s had been.  Still, he always said he would be careful just in case, his strong hands stroking lightly.

“That’s not an answer Kakarot,” I drawled, “what do you want?”

“Can’t you tell?” his voice was confused, his eyes slightly hurt.

“Now, you come for me?” I gritted, hands extracting my tail from his grasp, “now you are lonely, once you have spent enough time with Chichi, that’s when you come for me?”

-Goku’s POV-

I realised my mistake too late, sure he wouldn’t come to see me because he was too proud, but the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, and now he thought I had been neglecting him, thought he was only second best!

I took his shoulders in my hands, pulling him towards me so he was stood directly in front of me and looked down at him, sometimes I forget how much smaller he is than me, the way he acts you would expect him to be taller.

“Oh Vegeta!  That’s not it t all, I wasn’t with Chichi, I just…” how could I explain this without him getting annoyed again? “I just wanted to see if you would come to me for a change, if you would miss me and come looking for me, but I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You wanted me to…” I watched the realisation dawn on his face, “I never even thought about it…” he seemed to be considering that option, “but I did miss you,” he mumbled, almost too low for me to hear, but not quite.

I must have looked startled because he smirked wickedly up at me before I pulled him against my chest, wrapping my arms and his shoulders and letting one hand slide lazily down his spine.  He pressed against me, cheek resting against my collarbone, hair tickling my neck.  I could smell his scent coming off his hair, almost making me purr in contentment as I felt his weight lean against me.

“Hungry?” I asked, remembering his earlier riffling through the cupboard.

“Not really,” he answered, “well, not in the way you mean anyway.”

I purred and scooped him up in my arms, ready to carry him upstairs to the bedroom.  I felt a sharp pain at my collarbone, looking down to see him biting me through my gi, “Put me down clown,” he scolded, “I am capable of walking by myself.”

I complied letting his legs slide to the floor before releasing his shoulders.  As soon as I had let him go he took hold of my gi at the shoulders, pushing me back against the table, which hit me at the base of my spine above my tail and caught me from falling backwards.  He was already pulling up my top before I regained my equilibrium and I smiled, he had missed me.

I took hold of his wrists, tutting and shaking my head.  I pulled my own top over my head, letting it fall to the floor before doing the same with his.  I could see his muscles twitch impatiently as he obediently waited, hands at his sides.  I pulled him back against me chest, the warmth of his skin against mine making my eyes slide closed as I stroked his back until he relaxed against me.  As soon as he did I pulled him round so he was against the table, switching our positions.  He looked at me questioningly but let it slide as I began to ease his pants down over his hips.  He shimmied backwards onto the table and lay back to let me remove his pants completely, which joined the rest of the pile on the floor.

I eased his legs apart, allowing me to stand between his knees as I stroked the smooth skin at his thighs, watching the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickened in response.  I leant down over him, my lips replacing my hands as I began to play with him.

-Vegeta’s POV-

I felt his warm hands leave my thighs and was about to moan in frustration when I felt his soft lips take their place.  I felt his lips caressing up and down the skin at my thigh, white shocks of pleasure spreading out for every little touch, making my breath come quicker and my whole body ache for more contact.  I arched up off the table, knowing even as I did so that this wouldn’t help because he wasn’t on the table.  I felt him chuckle softly, the vibration going through his lips, into my thigh and straight to my groin.

I whimpered, nudging his lips with my leg, asking him to stop teasing.  He chuckled again, climbing up the table above me and laying his familiar weight atop me.  I felt him start to rock his hips against mine and joined in with his rhythm, picking it up easily.

-Goku’s POV-

I started to rock my hips against Vegeta’s, feeling him pick up the rhythm, watching him close his eyes and tip his head back against the table.  I let my head drop to his collarbone, liking the soft skin along the bone and nipping at his neck, making him gasp and loose the rhythm before regaining himself and starting again.

I sucked at his skin, feeling the rumbled in his chest and wanting to hear it.  Nipping down his collarbone I sunk my teeth, feeling the trickle of blood flow over my tongue, the copper tang of it making me gasp against his skin.  I felt him buck his hips up roughly, rubbing our erections together, making both of us gasp at the contact.  I suckled at the skin I had just torn, lapping up every drop of blood that seeped from the wound until I felt his arms go around my chest and his nails digging into my spine.  I thought I was hurting him, pulling my head back quickly, that was the last thing I wanted to do.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, my breathing having joined his in its erraticness.

“I… it’s ok,” he breathed, bucking his hips up and keeping them there, rubbing our members together, “don’t stop!”

He was practically begging now and I loved to hear him like this, to know I was the one who was doing this to him. 

I took one bronzed nipple between my teeth, grazing it lightly and sucking at the same time.  He arched off the table, pressing himself up into me, a moan escaping his lips.  My hand wound between us, fingers curving around his erection making him moan and buck into my hand.  I began to stroke him softly, kissing my way down his chest and stomach until I reached his hip, nipping at one of them making him squeak and hold still in anticipation, he knew me well enough to know what was to come next.

He purred as I removed my hand, sliding my lips round the tip of his dripping erection and swirling my tongue at the end.  He was about to buck into my mouth but I caught his hip easily in one hand, pushing him back down and making him wait.

“Please… nnnh… Kakarot please,” I heard my prince begging me and could have cum right then myself if I hadn’t just managed to retain my control.  I decided to tease him a little.

“How much did you miss me?” I purred around his member, letting him feel the vibration in my throat.

“More than I can say, aaah,” he cried out as I sucked on his member to give him encouragement, “I need this,” he begged me, “please… Goku!”

That was the first time he’d called me that, by my earth name, and I couldn’t help myself.  I took his member fully in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it and began to suck hard, feeling him struggle against my hand, which still held him by one of his hips.  His back was arched right off the table and he was moaning and gasping at the same time, as well as purring, a deep rumble in his chest that I adored.  I could feel his fingers digging into my back as he tried to rid himself of my hand, but he knew he wouldn’t win the battle, I was much stronger.  I felt his tail brushing against the waistband of my pants trying to gain access but being unable to get past the tight belt.

I started to bob my head in a rhythm, still sucking as I did so and allowed my purr to come up from my chest and into my mouth so he could feel the vibrations of it against his heated flesh.  I felt the muscles in his leg tighten under my hand where it still held his hip and knew he was about to finish.  I was right, one more bob of my head and he spilled his seed into my mouth, crying out as he did so and grabbing at my back.  I released his hip, allowing him to rise off the table and push himself against me whilst I lapped up every drop of his essence, loving the taste of him.

I stroked his side lovingly as he came down form climax, scooting up the table to lie atop him again, and smiled when he opened his eyes lazily and looked at me.

“Thank you,” he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek.

I smiled down at him, that was one for the books, “Welcome,” I answered glancing him up and down as he lay under me lazily, “beautiful…”

He smiled lightly up at me but didn’t answer, which was another thing the surprised me, he always refuted that, he said he wasn’t beautiful women were beautiful, not saiyans warriors, especially not a saiyans prince.  But this time he let it slide, lifting his head a little to brush his lips across mine.

He suddenly frowned, noticing my still-hard erection pressed against his thigh, “What about you?” he asked.

“Did I say we were finished?” I asked innocently, ducking my head to press my lips down on his for a bruising kiss.