As Vegeta flew home from work, he gave a small ironic smile. Who would have thought – the Saiyan no Ouji working like one of the common masses?

Everyone had been devastated when Bulma and Chi Chi had been killed in an automobile accident three years ago, and the hardest hit were their mates – the two strongest men on Earth were reduced to useless heaps. Long after the funerals were over, the two families were still in a state of depressed shock. Surprisingly, Vegeta had been the one to invite the Sons to stay at the CC; the gruff prince had realized that Goku and his youngest son have been feeling too lost in their secluded cabin in the woods. Gohan had moved out a few years earlier and is now happily married to Videl; the demi-Saiyan’s own family helping him cope well with his mother’s death. The Sons’ move into the CC drew the two remaining Saiyan families closer than ever.

Bulma’s sudden demise had also thrown the Capsule Corporation into a state of disarray and old Dr. Briefs had been called out of retirement to take over until Trunks, who was only seventeen, graduated. However, the old man was soon swamped with work and Vegeta reluctantly stepped in to help, as he did not want to see his mate’s life work crumble in shambles on her demise. The proud prince had mellowed much over the years since he first arrived on Earth though he was still as nasty and hard-bitten as ever.

To everyone’s surprise, Vegeta turned out to have many talents aside from fighting. The warrior prince had a mind like a steel trap and quickly whipped the organization back into shape. He was able to quickly process streams of information and rapidly snap out decisions. The other Z fighters knew of his uncanny tactical genius on the battlefield but few suspected that ability carried over to the board room as well. The prince brooked no nonsense and though still his usual rude and impatient charming self, the employees quickly grew to respect the prince for his leadership skills.

Even after Trunks took over the corporation, Vegeta found himself still helping out in the mornings. The hard work was initially very useful in drawing the prince out of his depression but over time, he found himself actually enjoying the mental challenge. At times. There still were many occasions where he itched to throttle some of the incompetent idiots around him of course, in which case he reminded himself that he was doing it for Trunks. The young heir to the billion dollar corporation may have been as brilliant as his parents but he lacked the necessary experience.

“Dad, where did you learn to do all these?” Having just finished dinner, a full Saiyan was a contented Saiyan so Trunks had decided to push his luck, asking the question that have been plaguing many people.

Goku, Goten and Bra leaned forward in interest. The taciturn prince had always remained close-mouthed about his mysterious, checkered past.

“Do what?”

“I mean, where did you learn um, managing skills like that?” Unspoken was the implication that everyone though the warrior prince only knew how to fight.

Vegeta tried to give his son a deadly glare, but he was feeling too mellow after a meal to take insult. “Brat, I am the Saiyan no Ouji. I have been groomed since I could walk and talk for ascension to the throne.”

Trunks knew he was really treading on dangerous ground here. “But I thought you were later, uhm, working for Frieza?”

Vegeta kept silent for a while but to everyone’s surprise, spoke up again. “Even under Frieza, I wasn’t a common footpad. I had been in a position of command.” There was a loaded pause before the prince spoke again. “Just because I do not does not mean I cannot.”

Now twenty, Trunks has settled well into his position as the president of Capsule Corps. Dr. Briefs had gratefully went back into retirement and Goten, who had graduated a year plus earlier, had joined Capsule Corps and is now steadily working his way up the ranks. Vegeta found that he rather enjoyed working with his mind and stayed on in an advisory position, though he would not have admitted that to anyone. Life had settled into a comfortable routine of work in the morning, back home for lunch and training in the afternoon.

Goku greeted Vegeta cheerfully as the smaller Saiyan strolled into the kitchen, receiving the usual grunt in reply. As Vegeta bent to get a drink from the fridge, Goku served the food, his gaze resting on the prince’s lithe figure. Vegeta was dressed in his usual working outfit of dark slacks and navy silk shirt. The shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar and the sleeves were rolled up, revealing hints of a chiseled chest and muscular forearms. Goku could make out a taut ass through the prince’s fitting slacks and the prince’s lushly furred auburn tail waved enticingly. Goku quickly tore his gaze away as he felt his face heat up.

What’s wrong with me? Why do I keep having these thoughts of Vegeta? Am I so hard up for sex or any companionship? This is Vegeta – he’ll kill me! Goku struggled with his thoughts even as he kept his usual Son grin plastered to his countenance. He had found himself increasingly attracted to the smaller Saiyan in the past few months but had not dared act on it. To him, I’m just a third class baka … and he’s royalty. But Vegetasei is no more … these class rankings should not exist; I am more than his equal in strength … a fact that he hates. Although if I wasn’t stronger than him, he wouldn’t give me the time of the day… His tail lashed agitatedly behind him, the only indication of his mental state.

Vegeta sat down and dug into his food hungrily, unaware of the inner turmoil of the Saiyan seated just right across him.

“Are you going to train in the Gravity Room today?”

“Hn. It has been a few days since we had a good spar. Are you up to it?”

“Always!” Goku grinned happily as he got up to clear away the dishes.

Goku always looked forward to the afternoons, when Vegeta would get home. While Vegeta likes to train alone, Goku especially enjoys the time he spends alone with Vegeta, usually in the form of a bloody battle where the last two full-blooded Saiyan try to beat the crap out of each other. He loved time spent with the boys when they get home, or Bra when she is home after her numerous school activities and active social life, but Vegeta is … Vegeta. When he’s with his prince, his blood seems to boil and the larger Saiyan seems more alive. *Everything* seems more alive… the very air seems to sing…

Shit! I sound like I’m some love-struck teen! Goku groaned. …I am


“What *is* the matter with you today, Kakarotto?” Vegeta growled in annoyance. Goku had seemed almost preoccupied and Vegeta had really pummeled the stronger Saiyan today.

“Gomen…” Goku rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. His stomach let out a loud rumble and Goku seized on the convenient excuse. “I guess I’m just hungry.”

“Hn.” Vegeta flew back slowly, allowing Goku to catch up.

An idea struck Goku. “’Geta, what do you think of getting away for the weekend?”

“Getting away?” Vegeta contemplated briefly on scolding Goku for his informality with his name as he usually did but strangely, he decided to let it go just this time.

“You know, as in like a small vacation. You and the boys have not taken a holiday since…” Goku fell silent. Since our wives died was the unspoken part.

Vegeta rolled the idea over in his mind. To his surprise, he found that the mention of Bulma’s death no longer devastates him. He still feels a twinge of sadness, Vegeta realizes with a small start, but he has moved on. And the idea of a vacation…

“Hn. Why not?” The prince rolled lazily onto his back to look at his companion, his spiky hair pushed forward over his face as he flew through the air.

“Really?” Goku was ecstatic. He hasn’t really expected the prince to agree but now that he had, the larger Saiyan felt nervously excited.

When Goku brought up the idea after dinner later, Trunks and Goten were extremely enthusiastic. Bra announced regretfully that she would not be able to make it; she has an important project due in school.

“Whoa, just us guys! We’ll have a blast!” Trunks whooped.


“Wake up brat. Have fun.” Vegeta poked his slumbering son mercilessly.

Trunks groaned, rolling onto his back. They had arrived at the resort in the late morning and all Trunks wanted to do was sleep. He had an emergency meeting the night before and stayed past 4am to finish up on the paperwork, barely catching three hours of sleep before waking up to pack.

“Go away dad. Go play with the others.”

“Beach volleyball,“ Vegeta snorted, “is a silly game.“

The tall, muscular Sons had attracted a lot of attention, positive from the females and positively evil looks from the males, and were quickly roped into a game of volleyball by a group of giggling, jiggling females. It rapidly became a game between only father and son as they batted the ball furiously between them. The girls had retreated to the sidelines, watching admiringly.

Vegeta looked at Goku, strangely annoyed at the bunch of scantily clad females. His eyes trailed over the muscular form of the handsome Saiyan, who was clad in a pair of orange boxers. Although the last two full-blooded Saiyans were past fifty, they look no older than thirty and often being mistaken as their sons’ brothers than fathers.

Trunks rubbed his eyes blearily and sat up. He had plans of spending time alone with Goten this weekend but dammit! Stupid meeting and stupid girls.Trunks had his eye on Goten for some time now, but his extremely busy schedule left him little time to even figure out how to seduce the shy younger man. He ran his eyes hungrily over the dark-haired teen whose fine figure was shown off in a pair of tight green briefs.

Father and son glared from under the shade of the palm trees.

When the ball burst, Goku laughingly called a halt to the game and the two Sons ambled over to the shade.

“Hey, let’s go diving now?” Goku had noticed Vegeta was looking extremely bored.



As the fading light made it harder to make out the corals and marine life, even with sensitive Saiyan eyes, the four reluctantly surfaced and flew back to shore. Goten and Trunks raved excitedly while Goku looked anxiously at Vegeta. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Vegeta had enjoyed himself tremendously and was now in a mellow and relaxed mood. He gave a rare smile as they landed, nodding.

“Your corals here are really excellent.” Trunks complimented as he retrieved their room keys. The concierge looked puzzled. “You went diving?” He peered over the desk for their tanks.

“Oh, no. We didn’t require diving equipment.” Trunks waved airily, leaving an extremely bewildered man as the four made their way up, snickering.


Having made a restaurant owner extremely happy, four bored Saiyans now wandered along the street. The night was still young. Trunks spotted a neon sign and excitedly pulled the others into the club.

A couple of hazy hours later found the four men sat along the one corner of the long bar. They had lost count after the sixth or seventh mug of beer and the only reason they weren’t plastered was their Saiyan physiology. The bartender was watching goggled- eyed as the four men put away an impressive amount of alcohol, an amount that would have rendered a human violently sick with alcohol poisoning. As it was, the demi-Saiyans were high while their fathers were just buzzed. Even the normally uptight and taciturn prince was mellow, and looked like he was actually enjoying himself.

“And then there was this time I went into this pub with Radditz and Zarbon only to find …” Trunks interrupted his father’s tale. “Dad, what were you all doing in a pub?”

“Drinking, dancing, hanging out, picking up partners… what does one do at a pub?” Vegeta replied coolly with a sly grin.

“No way! You dance?” Trunks exclaimed.

“Picking up partners??” Goku exclaimed at the same time, feeling a hot flush of jealousy.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at Goku, his face perfectly straight. “As in plural.” And he *smirked*.

“Dad! I don’t believe you can dance!” Trunks tried to steer his father back on *his* question.

“Is that a dare brat?” Vegeta smirked. Trunks gave an identical smirk back.

Trunks stood up confidently. He has been a wild party animal before he started working, and even now he still goes clubbing every other week at least. With his martial arts background, he used to *dazzle* on the dance floor. While all he has seen Vegeta do is train and fight.

Piece of cake.

As the handsome lavender-haired demi-Sayian made his way to the dance floor, a fast, upbeat song was starting. Moving in time to the beat, he twisted and spun, his silky black slacks and deep purple shirt rippling in an enticing manner. Flipping backwards a couple of times, he lowered himself onto his shoulders and neck, swiveling around on his shoulders rapidly before twisting into a spinning handstand and finally flipping back on his feet lightly. Somersaulting to his front, he repeated the breakdance, spinning on his chest and pushing off in another dizzying handstand.

Goten watched, gulping. He had a crush on Trunks for the longest time but had never dared do anything about it, always feeling inadequate and gawky next to the confident, sexy young prince. He gave a sad sigh as he knew that his feelings would not be reciprocated.

As the song wound down to cheering whistles, Trunks gave his father a challenging grin. Vegeta sauntered up to his son. “Good try, but watch the master now.”

The next song that was slower, more sultry. The darkly handsome prince twisted and undulated gracefully to the hypnotic beat, grounding his pelvis erotically, his elegant auburn tail swaying in counterpoint. Dressed in tight black leather pants and navy tank top, he looked sizzling hot. His lean fingers trailed seductively up his muscled thighs and over his washboard stomach. Arching backwards into a series of fluid, sensual flips, his furry tail curling around his hips and thighs, drawing attention to his slim waist and taut ass but instead of ending in an upright stance, he slid his right leg back into a deep spilt. Twisting his torso to the side, he placed his palms on the floor and brought his legs together and his body up, stretching sensually. With his tail lashing, weaving in time all the while to the sultry beat, he looked just like a sexy dark cat.

Goku was absolutely stunned. He always knew the prince was sexy; his movements whether in battle, during training or even at rest was liquid, graceful and precise and the spandex the prince favored did little to hide his lithe, perfectly muscled figure. But this… was mind-blowing. Vegeta practically oozed sex appeal. Goku itched to grab the enticing tail and rake his fingers along its soft furry length, while he also wished those lean fingers on someplace else. And those deep splits – Goku blushed as he realized that Vegeta could spread his legs *really* wide.

Whistles and catcalls followed Vegeta as he made his way back to the stunned Saiyans.

“Damn! Dad, where did you learn to do that?” Trunks was flabbergasted and *very* impressed. That dance was pure poetry in motion, poetry that sizzled and teased and burned, leaving one panting and dripping. And that tail! It was everywhere, highlighting textural differences between the prince’s sleek skin and the lush fur on the long length, a phallic symbol that drew attention to various parts of the prince’s hot body as it waved past.

The Saiyan no ouji only gave an enigmatic smirk, a familiar one that said clearly ‘end of discussion’. And the others knew better than to press, even if they were absolutely afire with curiosity.


As Goku waited in the café for Vegeta, his thoughts drifted idly back to the short vacation they took a couple of weekends ago. Since then, he had not been able to get the prince out of his mind. He recalled the sleekly muscled form in the skimpy black briefs on the beach, the prince’s normally hard visage opened in a look of wide-eyed wonder when they were diving and his rare smile after that. He would give anything to have the prince smile like that more often; the prince had too grim a life. The tall Saiyan flushed a little as he remembered the prince dancing. Since that infernal dance, he had not been able to look at the older man in the same light again. He would find himself glancing at the prince often and his gaze lingering on the lithe body when he thought nobody was watching. Sometimes he wondered just where the prince had learnt to dance like that, and more importantly whom he had danced for. Goku fought down a rush of jealousy; the prince would never dance like that for him. Groaning, he closed his eyes in frustration. If only…

“Hn.” A nod was the proud ouji’s only apology as he slid smoothly into the vacant seat across Goku. Goku snapped his eyes open; he had been so preoccupied that he hadn’t even notice Vegeta’s ki. Smiling brightly, he signaled a waiter.

“Bakas. I am surrounded by morons! Cretins! ” Vegeta ranted a bit about his incompetent secretary. “He’s always hanging around me. If he wasn’t good at his work, I would fire him simply for irritating me. Everywhere I go, whenever I turn around, that baka is there fawning.”

Goku felt another sting of jealousy. He remembered that secretary; he had seen a handsome young man with longish blond hair always following Vegeta around when he had dropped by the CC offices. Goku normally wasn’t an astute fellow but even he could tell the young man had a crush on his good- looking employer. One of the many CC employees who thought the father of the president was one of the hottest creatures to walk the earth. There have been polls among the employees on who was sexier; the prince or his son. However, as sharp as Vegeta was on the battlefield or in the boardroom, he was surprisingly dense when it came to the admiring looks thrown his way. Vegeta had snorted derisively when Trunks had teased his father about his blond secretary, convinced that the young man was only bootlicking for a promotion.

Just as they were about to dig in hungrily, a deep voice spoke up. “Son Goku! Vegeta!” They looked up in surprise. Android 17 stood next to their table, smiling as he flicked his sleek shoulder-length hair back. Dressed in khaki pants and a black shirt, he looked older, more mature than the teen they had first fought many years ago. Although as an android, he would not age and indeed his skin is as unlined as a youth and his glossy hair remained jet-black. The android had hung around after the battle with Cell for 18’s wedding and later the birth of her daughter but later announced that he was bored and flew off. They have not seen him since.

“I’ve not seen you two for a while! May I sit down?” Vegeta raised a quizzical eyebrow but signaled the waiter for another chair.

“So what have you been up to?” Goku looked at the android curiously, in between mouthfuls of food. Friends used to laugh at the way he shoveled his food messily into his mouth but it wasn’t until he moved into the CC that he really felt self-conscious. Next to the prince, who ate almost as much as Goku but much more elegantly, Goku felt like a country bumpkin. Now he paid more attention to his food and manners, managing to eat more neatly and not embarrass himself.

“Oh, here and there. I decided to literally see the world.” 17 took a neat bite of his sandwich. “It was interesting and fun, I would spend a few months in a country, maybe a year before I’m bored.”

Vegeta listened idly to 17’s humorous adventures as he recounted how he got into quite a few predicaments because of some misunderstanding about the country’s culture. Although the young man appeared physically unchanged, he has a more worldly and sophisticated air about him now. No longer the taunting, rebellious youth they first met, 17 spoke and acted with a maturity that belied his youthful face.

“So what brings you back here?” Vegeta wiped his mouth with the napkin neatly and leaned back, arms crossed.

“I was bored of wandering, and I wanted to see how 18 is doing. See what you guys have been up to as well although you two were the only ones I saw so far. I just flew into town today and happened to feel your ki’s as I walked past.” 17 laughed. “So do tell. What have you both been up to since I left?”

17 studied the Saiyan no ouji surreptitious as Goku talked. Vegeta was as reserved as always, while Goku remained his loquacious self. His ice-blue eyes raked over the flashing obsidian eyes, fringed by surprisingly long sooty lashes before running down his high cheekbones and strong jaw. 17 noted dryly that considering the number of bloody battles Vegeta had been through, his aquiline nose remained straight and smooth. The prince was really a handsome male, but more than just strong features, he radiated a confident, assured even arrogant air about him that was highly seductive. 17 licked his lips lightly and reached for his glass of water. Oh yes, the proud oiji was really a delectable male.

Goku hadn’t missed the assessing and predatory looks the android had been directing at Vegeta. Suddenly feeling very possessive, he had to fight down the urge to growl and punch the good-looking android. He silently heaved a sigh of relief when 17 finally stood up, excusing himself.

“Well, I’ve to go. Perhaps I’ll see you two around?” Smiling, 17 directed a meaningful look at Vegeta who did not seem to have noticed.


“DAADD! Phone!” Trunks yelled out from the living room.

Vegeta picked up the extension in the kitchen. “Yeah?”

“Hmm, why? So?” Long pause. “Hn. Why not. Ok, thursday is fine.”

Goku looked curiously at Vegeta as he resumed supper. “Who was that?”

“17.” Goku swallowed nervously. “What did he want?”

“He asked me out to some show.” Vegeta was intent on his food and if he had looked up, he would have noticed Goku’s left eye twitching.

“And you agreed to go?”

“Why not? Show sounds interesting. Something about aliens and conspiracy theories.” Vegeta sniggered. As an alien who once wanted to blow up the Earth, he had always found such shows hilarious.

“17 sounds like he’s asking you on a date.” Goku ventured tentatively. He wondered with trepidation if Vegeta was put off by male attention; that was one of the many questions that have been bugging the infatuated Saiyan.


“And you don’t mind?”

“Why should I?”

“But he’s a male!”

Vegeta stopped eating for a while and looked straight at Goku. “Hn. I forgot about the curious conventions Earthlings have, especially against homosexuality. Back on Vegetasei, same sex parings were common.”

The words echoed through Goku’s head as he lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. One of the reasons Goku did not pursue his attraction was that he had thought the prince was straight. After all, Vegeta had been with Bulma all those years. Then again, Goku had also been married to Chi Chi, yet found Vegeta highly attractive, so why should he find Vegeta’s bisexuality a surprise?

With a groan, he flopped his arm over his forehead. Yet the biggest problem now was 17. He can deal with the admiring looks thrown at the prince as the prince usually had little patience with such things. Yet Vegeta agreed to go out with 17. Did that mean he liked 17? He remembered the following replies to that question “So… you don’t mind 17’s attention? You would not mind if he pursued you?” “17’s probably not interested in me in that sense.” Vegeta gave a shrug. “It’s just a show. Maybe he’s bored for company. Why read too much into it?”

Gah! Goku mentally screamed. Vegeta can be so dense! It is so *obvious* to Goku that 17 had shown *definite* interest back in the café last week. And Vegeta did not say he did not like 17. That does not mean he likes 17 then… does it?

Goku sat up in bed, his blanket pooling around his lap. Dropping his face into his palms, he despaired silently. What if he were to lose Vegeta to 17? He felt his chest constrict painfully at that thought. NO! He cannot! Already living with the prince, so physically close and yet so untouchable, it was agony. Yet Goku had been content to keep silent for fear of losing the prince’s friendship, so hard-earned after many years of an antagonistic relationship. Initially the proud prince had hated him with a passion, wishing only to kill the Earth-raised Saiyan. Then over time, that loathing had gradually faded into grudging acceptance. It took many more years to build that into a comfortable friendship. He had not dared jeopardize that friendship even though he secretly desired something much more.

If Vegeta were to get together with 17… Goku realized that if he does not show his intentions now, he might never get the chance ever again.


“Goten, where’s my father?” Trunks poked his head into his best friend’s bedroom.

Goten looked up from his martial arts magazine. “Um, I think he’s out with my dad?”

“Again?” Trunks stepped into the messy room and Goten scooted over to make space on his equally unkempt bed. Trunks flopped down on his back with a snigger. “Have you noticed that my father seemed to have a pretty active social life lately?”

Goten grinned. “Yeah, if he isn’t out with 17 for a show, he’s out with my father for a meal.”

“Just the other day, 17 dropped by the office to pick dad out for lunch but he had already left.” Trunks laughed

“And you should have seen the whiny face ‘tousan had on when he wanted Vegeta to follow him grocery shopping.” Goten made mock puppy-dog eyes and the two boys broke out in raucous laughter.

“And I noticed your father taking his shirt off before they start sparring.” Trunks gave a naughty grin. “And Goku-san seems to favor a lot of *close* contact sparring these as well.”

“I think my father likes your father.” Goten announced dramatically. ~ Like father like son. ~

Trunks laughed so hard he was almost crying. “Oh god, this is too hilarious. This rivalry over my *dad*. And the worst thing is, my father’s still clueless!”

“Are you surprised? I mean, half of the office is drooling over your dad.” Goten pointed out. ~ And the other half, me included, is drooling over you. ~

Trunks stifled a pang of jealousy. “So do you think my father is hot?”

“Well yeah. Remember that night at the club?” Goten noticed Trunks had stopped laughing. “What’s the matter?”

“Um, nothing.” Trunks forced a smile. ~ I wonder if you think I’m hot. ~ “Just wondering whether I should enlighten my dad.”

“Nah.” Both boys concluded after a moment’s thought, grinning madly.


Goku left Vegeta’s bedroom door ever so slightly ajar as he scurried out quietly, taking extreme care to mask his ki. Hiding behind the door, he peered in.

Vegeta stepped out from his steaming bathroom, not bothering with a towel as he flared his ki to dry himself. Goku watched wide-eyed as he drank in the smaller Sayian’s lean muscled form Vegeta frowned as he stepped out. Roses? He caught a whiff of a sweet scent and widened his eyes in surprise as he saw a single perfect rose of the deepest red, its petals still closed in a bud, lying on his bed with a small note attached. Picking up the rose, he read the note. From somebody who loves you.

His heart suddenly fluttering, Vegeta sat down on the bed. He fingered the crimson soft petals lightly as his thoughts raced. Who? It has to be somebody who knows him, who knows where his bedroom is. Somebody who is familiar with his routine, who can get into the house. He knows of only two possibilities; Kakarotto and 17. Trunks or Bra would definitely not be interested in him and he can write off Goten as the culprit as he knew the black-haired demi-Saiyan had a thing for his son, even if the young prince didn’t realize it. He chuckled amusedly at that thought before drawing his attention back to the rose in his hand.

What if it was 17? He ran the idea over in his mind. The young man was good-looking and intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor. As an android, he would live indefinitely, matching the Saiyans’ long life span. Kakarotto had once asked him how long Saiyans live. He was about to reply when he realize that he didn’t really know. To the best of his memory, he had never seen an old Saiyan, then again Saiyans lead dangerous lives, just the way they like it. Yet while he may be flattered, he cannot imagine 17 as a mate. He enjoyed the android’s company, yes, but there’s no spark, no attraction.

But with Kakarotto… there definitely was a spark. As the last two survivors of their proud race, their fates had somehow been entwined as they were drawn together again and again under circumstances beyond their control. He remembered their numerous battles, against each other and together. Lately they had been drawn together by mutual tragedy and duties as widowers. He cannot deny the challenge the larger gentle Saiyan pose him, nor that he was somewhat attracted physically. As a mate… Kakarotto was handsome and strong, his body honed to perfection by years of training. His third class status doesn’t really bother the prince; it hadn’t for many years although he still uses that insult more from habit than anything else. Though Kakarotto can be a baka at times. Still, he seriously doubt if it was Kakarotto who placed this rose. Kakarotto had been clearly in love with his wife, even if she was a shrill-mouthed harpy, and the ningens had curiously rigid notions of homosexuality. So he best put that thought out of his mind. It was most likely 17 who placed the rose there anyway.

Sighing, Vegeta stood up to place the rose carefully on his dresser and moved to get dressed. Goku slowly moved away from the door, deep in thought. Vegeta’s reaction had been … favorable, or at least neutral. He looked quite stunned but not repulsed. Goku smiled happily. He had been so frustrated when Vegeta appeared not to realize his intentions when he wanted to spend time with the prince so he hit upon the idea of leaving a ‘secret admirer’ gift, to let the obtuse prince get use to the idea that somebody out there likes him. He had been a little worried that Vegeta would jump to the wrong conclusion though, and either treat it like a joke or conclude it was 17. Now for the next part of his plan.


Goku surveyed the scene critically. The table had been laid out with the fine silverware, and roses and candles sat as the centerpiece. The lights had been dimmed and slim white candles had been placed along the walls, their softly flickering flames giving the small dining room a cozy glow. Soft music was playing in the background. With his sensitive Saiyan senses, he could easily smell the heady scent of roses from the bouquet on the table. A lavish dinner had already been prepared and waiting in the kitchen, and all that remains is for Vegeta to get home. With a setting like this, the prince *cannot* mistake Goku’s intention. The tall Saiyan had dressed especially for the occasion, in his best emerald silk shirt and soft black slacks.

Wait, he forgot the wine! Goku went to the kitchen to look for a bottle but the rack was empty. Cursing, he hurried down to the cellar.

Vegeta stepped in through the front door and removed his long coat. He *hated* shopping but he unfortunately required new shirts. Dropping the bag carelessly on the floor, he walked over to the dining room, hoping Kakarotto had dinner ready because he was ravenous.

Stepping into the dining room, he stopped and blinked rapidly in surprise. What’s all this? He caught the whiff of roses again and moved slowly towards the table. 17 came in through the front door that had been left ajar. He had hoped to ask Vegeta out for dinner tonight. Heading in the direction of Vegeta’s ki, he entered the dining room and was pleasantly shocked. Seeing Vegeta facing away from him amidst an obviously romantic setting, he came to the logical conclusion. “Vegeta! I’m so happy!” Vegeta whirled around in surprise. “All this for me?”

Before the prince could say anything, 17 had stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug, pressing his lips against the startled prince’s.

Vegeta’s mind raced. ~Did 17 do this? Set this up? Surely…~

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. The two men jumped back startled. Goku stood at the doorway, an expression of pain, hurt and shock, a broken bottle of wine lying by his feet.


As Goku stepped into the dining room with the bottle of wine, he saw his nightmare. Vegeta was wrapped in 17’s embrace and the two were kissing. From his position he could not see their expressions; Vegeta’s face was obscured by the android’s head although Vegeta was facing the doorway, but Goku had no wish to see the look on Vegeta’s face right now. Time seem to stand still as he felt his chest constricting in agony and his heart breaking. The bottle of wine slipped out from his nerveless fingers and shattered loudly on the floor.

As the two men leapt apart and stared at him, Goku could not take it anymore. With a strangled sob, he turned and fled out of the room, out of the house. Tears running down his face, he leapt to the air, not knowing and not caring where he is headed. Just anywhere else.

Vegeta looked up in shock to see Kakarotto standing in the doorway, his expression filled with pain and disbelief for a fleeting second before the tall Saiyan turned and ran away with a chocked sob. He stood there in stunned silence as suddenly, everything clicked into place. It had been Kakarotto who prepared this romantic dinner setting, and somehow he knew now that it had been Kakarotto who left him that rose. The rose of deepest crimson that matched perfectly with the bouquet on the table. How could he have been so blind?? To not have noticed the extra attention from his housemate in the past few weeks? Kakarotto, I’m sorry, I never knew… Somehow he knew he must go after the sobbing warrior. He turned to look at 17 in desperation.

17 gaped as Goku ran from the room, then as he turned back to look at Vegeta, he knew he had lost. He watched saddened as realization dawned on the prince’s countenance, then remorse and finally a look of determined desperation.

“17, I’m so sorry. I… I’ve been a fool. I did not realize what had been happening… I didn’t mean to lead you on.” The prince gulped audibly. “I… I have to say…”

“Don’t’.” 17 laid a pale finger on the prince’s soft lips. He bent to place a gentle chaste kiss on the lips for the last time. “Don’t say it. I know. Go…go after him…”

Vegeta gave him a remorseful yet grateful look before he turned and ran out of the house. 17 watched him go sadly, a single tear sliding down his smooth pale cheek.

Vegeta sped through the air, his golden hair pushed back by the rushing currents. His mind raced. He knew what Kakarotto was offering now, would he accept it?

Goku landed on a barren cliff top, overlooking one of the their favorite sparring grounds. The moon had begun it’s nightlong journey and the desolate desert below was drenched in an ethereal silver light. He sank down to the hard ground, his energy sapped by his emotional turmoil as he sobbed, wrapping his arms tightly around his bent knees, his broad shoulders heaving jerkily, his tail hanging limply on the cold ground. He had lost Vegeta… lost him to that android… that damn scene of the two kissing played over and over in his tortured mind. They must be laughing now… laughing at poor Goku and maybe even enjoying the dinner he so lovingly prepared.

So distraught was he that he did not notice a familiar ki until it was too late. He looked up in panic as he saw a golden streak heading towards him but as he scrambled up frantically, Vegeta fell upon him, pinning him down.

“Don’t go, listen to me… wait… listen… I’m sorry…” Fragments of what the prince was saying filtered through his pain-hazed mind.

Vegeta sighed as he felt the larger Saiyan stop squirming and go limp beneath him, but he did not release him. Instead, he sat up and pulled the silently crying warrior to him, cradling him between his bent legs to his chest. He felt so guilty for causing the gentle warrior so much pain, his own eyes tearing slightly.

“Kakarotto… listen to me.” His deep voice cracked slightly, sounding harsh. Swallowing hard, he tried again. “I didn’t know. All this time, I never knew.”

Goku kept his face averted, as tears continue to run down his cheeks. “How could you not?” His voice was small and broken.

“I did not think someone like you could love someone like me.” The proud prince paused, suddenly afraid and tense. There was no turning back now. “You are so good, so pure, so full of joy and light and hope… you were always the hero… while I have done so many terrible things, I have murdered… “

“Vegeta, no no… I do not think that of you…” Goku twisted his head to look at Vegeta now.

“I am so full of darkness…” It was Vegeta’s turn to look away now.

“I love you still…”

Vegeta drew a ragged breath at that heartfelt proclamation and the two sat in silence for a while. Goku held his breath, wondering if Vegeta would reject him. Vegeta grasped tightly to that simple statement, running it over and savoring it, amazed at what it did to him.

“I did not kiss 17, he kissed me, thinking that the dinner was my idea. “

Goku’s heart leapt in sudden hope. “So 17…”

“Is no more than a friend to me. I left him, “ Vegeta looked intently into Goku’s dark eyes, “to go after you, when I realize just how much you mean to me.” He leaned forward, mouth lowering to sweep across the other’s lips.

No more words were needed. Goku knew how reserved the prince was in showing his emotions and he knew now exactly what his prince was saying. Yes, HIS prince. His heart fluttered with love and he moaned, parting his lips.

The kiss deepened, tongues flicking at first shyly, then more boldly into the other’s. Vegeta gently pushed Goku to the ground, leaning over the larger Saiyan. Both were trembling badly with desire as the pale moonlight washed over them; it was not a full moon but the silvery light still has an effect on the tailed full-blooded Saiyans. Both could smell the heady scents of their arousal. Reaching a decision, Vegeta leaned closer.

“I would love for our first time to be slow and beautiful… but the ground is cold and hard and the moon is calling… I want to take you now, hard and fast… like a Saiyan… claim you as mine…” His throaty husky whisper caressed over Goku, the softly spoken words arousing him.

His blood rushing, Goku reached up and fisted his hands on the soft ebony locks, drawing him in for another kiss. “Take me… claim me… I’m yours, my ouji…”

With an animalistic growl, Vegeta fumbled with the buttons on Goku’s best shirt, only to rip it away after a half-hearted try. Standing up, he quickly divested himself of his clothing in the same careless manner, the fleeting thought that he would have to *again* go shopping for more shirts was quickly suppressed by the red hazy lust that seemed to have settled over his mind and vision. Goku lifted his hips from the floor, yanking off his pants eagerly and kicking his shoes away.

Suddenly, Goku found himself pressed on his back again, a hot body lying on top of him, soft wet lips kissing him. With a moan, he lost himself as the prince’s skilled mouth and experienced hands ravished him. A soft furry length tickled sensually as it flicked along his thigh and quested higher. The prince’s musky scent washed over him, arousing him further. The soft tongue was abruptly gone, replaced by two slender fingers while the prince moved lower, licking and nipping, stopping at his sensitive nipples to torment. The wet fingers were removed and Goku tensed as they moved down to tease his opening.

“Relax…” Vegeta caught his mouth again in a bruising kiss, his other hand stroking the taller Saiyan’s light brown tail. Goku mewed and arched at the delicious sensations that coursed through his body at that ruffling touch, and he did not notice that a slick digit had slipped in. Another finger was slipped in slowly and Vegeta probed slowly, stretching him.

Abruptly, the fingers were removed and a much thicker, longer length slid in slowly. Goku hissed in pain and Vegeta trembled with the effort to control himself. When he was fully in, he paused to let Goku adjust. Finally the pain ebbed and when Vegeta felt the tensed body relax, he started to move slowly.

Goku started to whimper. Never had he felt such sensations before, it was slightly painful at first but it rapidly became pleasurable as each thrust hit a sensitive, delightful spot deep within him. He threw his head to the side, mewing and thrashing. “Please…harder…”

The prince lost his tenuous control and with a snarl, he moved up onto his knees, pulling the larger Saiyan up and to him, throwing Goku’s long legs over his own shoulders. Gripping the muscled hips hard enough to bruise, the prince pulled out and slammed in hard. Goku screamed his pleasure as his prince rode him hard, much harder than an ordinary human could withstand. He was fully incapable of coherent thought now, all that mattered was the incredible pleasure, the mounting pressure and the slick hard shaft that was being slammed into him.

Vegeta panted heavily as he held on, he was almost there but he was determined to make his mate come first. With a shriek, Goku arched back tightly and erupted, thick cream spurting over his abdomen and chest. As tight, steely muscles clenched around him, Vegeta came with a howl, his tail bristling straight out behind him. Leaning forward, he bit deeply into the thick corded neck, lapping greedily at the hot, spicy blood. Instinctively, Goku reached up and marked the prince in return, sucking hard at the sweet crimson fluid.

The two finally collapsed into a hot tangle of torsos and limbs. Goku nuzzled his prince contentedly, purring loudly. “’Geta, I’ve never felt like that before. It was incredible.” Vegeta chuckled weakly, lying limply on his mate’s broad chest, an answering purr breaking forth. They lay there for a while, breathing deeply and basking in the afterglow. Goku was about to fall asleep when Vegeta’s stomach gave a loud growl.

Goku grinned at the prince’s flushed face. “I thought that’s usually my cue?”

“I have not yet eaten!” Vegeta sat up in annoyance.

Goku chuckled and hugged his mate. The two reappeared in their kitchen and Goku scrambled up to the oven. Peering in, he smiled and removed the steaks. Vegeta stopped him with a sly grin. “Hold on.” He gestured their nude forms. “I’ve got a better idea.” Reaching out a hand, the prince concentrated and the two reappeared in his bedroom.


Trunks and Goten stepped into the house, removing their coats and discussing the show they had just watched. As they walked past the dining room, Goten stopped. “Trunks… “ Both demi-Saiyans looked wide-eyed at the table, then ran their eyes slowly around the room, taking in the still burning candles. Trunks looked down at his feet to the broken bottle of wine. Simultaneously, the worried demi-Saiyans reached out with their senses for their fathers’ ki. Both ki’s were … spiking up and down erratically… in Vegeta’s bedroom.

“Whoa. Looks like they barely made it there.” Trunks looked pointedly at the broken bottle.

“The utensils and plates don’t look used…” Goten noted curiously.

Trunks raised an eyebrow and the two exchanged hentai grins as all sorts of probable scenes ran through their mind.

“I told you Vegeta would choose my dad over 17. Pay up.”


Both demi-Saiyans looked up from their breakfast as their fathers stumbled into the kitchen, clad in only loose gi bottoms. The musky scent of sex hung heavily around them.

“Uh, dad? You’re not coming to the office with me this morning?” Trunks took in their disheveled appearance.

“What do you think?” Vegeta leered at his new Mate. Heaping the waffles high on a plate, he grabbed the bottle of honey with his other hand. Goku was holding a carton of juice and waiting expectantly. Pausing for a second, Vegeta looked thoughtfully at the bottle of chocolate syrup before snagging it with his tail.

The two men looked at each other after their fathers left. “No, I do not want to know. Especially not about the chocolate sauce.” Goten announced firmly.


Goku, who was sprawled on their bed, looked up curiously as Vegeta walked into their bedroom. “Where have you been all day koi?” Vegeta smirked and sat down on their large bed, next to the nude Saiyan. In his hand were two black velvet pouches. Goku sat up in interest.


Vegeta opened the pouches, pulling out two matching armbands in silver, handing one to his mate. Goku examine his closely. It was a simple metallic ring about an inch high with a crest. Flanking the crest were elegant script. “That is the crest of the royal house of Vegeta. To the right is my name in Saiyingo, on the other side is your name.”


Following Vegeta’s example, Goku slid his armband onto his left arm where it rested snugly above his bicep, the crest side facing outwards. “These bands show that we are mated and the crest signifies that you are now a member of the royal family.” Smirking, he noted dryly. “Normally the bands would be cast in gold but I find that metal too soft. Capsule Corps developed this alloy of platinum – not only is it much stronger and hardier than most metals but it has the unique property of being able to expand. Very handy when we ascend, especially to level 3. Supposedly it is able to expand even when we are in oozaru form athough I have not tested it yet.”


Goku was speechless. The armbands meant more to him than the prince realized; not only are they a physical representation of their relationship but also that the prince had accepted him and elevated him as a royal. That the prince no longer viewed him as a third class commoner but an equal. “Bulma?”


“Since she was a human, she wanted wedding rings, which I found an acceptable compromise. I also had the royal crest and our names inscribed on the rings. But while you may be Earth-raised, you are also a full-blooded Saiyan.” Vegeta tapped Goku’s armband meaningfully with a smirk.


Goku laughed. “And they also look quite cool and manly, ne?”


“Cool??” Goku pounced on his spluttering mate, effectively silencing him with a deep kiss.




“Whoa, neat bands dad.” Trunks peered interestedly at the ouji’s left bicep. Goten was similarly examining his father’s armband. Their children had taken the news of their new relationship extremely well. In fact their reaction had been “What took you two so long??”


Bra tilted her head as she scrutinized at the banded pair approvingly. “Much better than wedding rings. Very warrior-like and masculine. Very studly.”


Vegeta growled in annoyance. “It is not some fashion statement.”


“But it is very cool.” His daughter smirked.




“Who would have thought? My father and *Vegeta*…” Goten chuckled as he called for another drink. “I mean, Vegeta’s life mission used to be ‘Kill Kakarotto’.”


Trunks giggled, already high. “Oh man, from the screams I hear from their bedroom, I’ll say he’s killing Kakarotto all right… heeheehee...I mean, what *are* they doing inside??”


Both fell silent for a moment. “ACK! Image!”


The two men had finished dinner and were now lingering over after dinner drinks. They were in no hurry to leave. For one, they were enjoying each other’s company tremendously. The other more compelling reason was their fathers were at home. Both were secretly extremely envious.


Goten leaned back, sipping his beer, studying the lavender-haired man across him with half-lidded eyes. Dad took the chance… dare I? What if he rejects me? I don’t even know if he likes men!


Trunks was studying the tablecloth pattern intently, his thoughts no longer light-hearted, no longer on their fathers but instead on his best friend. He inwardly laughed at the irony of the situation; he had women and men alike throwing themselves at him but the one he wanted most was clueless.


“Trunks, are you ok?”


Trunks looked up quickly, smiling reassuringly. “Oh yeah, why?”


“Nothing, you just looked so … sad for a while.” Goten asked tentatively. “Is it because of Mindy?”

Mindy was a girl, one of the many girls, who had a crush on the lavender-haired heartthrob. For a while, it had looked as if they were going out for a while but lately he had not seen the pretty redhead around.


Trunks debated silently for a while, then took a deep breath. “I stopped going out with her.” Pause. “I told her that I like another guy.”


Goten’s heart jumped with hope. “So are you going out with this guy?”


“No… he doesn’t know.”


“Why don’t you tell him?”

Trunks lowered his face, hiding the flush that had crept slowly up his cheeks. “What if he rejects me?”

Goten stared intently, wondering, wishing, envying the lucky guy. “Who is he?”

There was a loaded lull before Trunks looked up, face crimson. “You.”

Time seem to stop. Goten sat in stunned silence, amazed, delighted. Trunks froze. ~ Shit! This was a bad idea… I can’t take it. I gotta get out of here! ~ However, before he could move, Goten leaned forward, reaching up with his hand. The brunette ran his fingers softly along Trunks’ jawline. “Me too.”

The two stared at each other in wide-eyed wonder, caught like wildlife in headlights at the intensity of the other’s gaze, stunned at the veracity they could see in the other’s eyes. Trunks finally spoke up grinning. “C’mon. Let’s take this someplace else.”


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