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N00bKiLl3R sent the following message:-

GG!
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Vegeta leaned forward, giving the message on his screen a scrutinised look. He was new to gaming lingo and hadn't long got into streaming but there was one particular streamer who'd regularly get under his skin and insult him during his live streams and that was N00bKiLl3R. Whoever this person was, they knew how to piss Vegeta off, and often the two would play against each other in game tournaments and would insult each other as well as compare how many followers they had.

Ever since his divorce, Vegeta sought a distraction, adamant he enjoyed his own company after his ex-wife gloated that he'd find no one willing to date his arrogant self. He started a new hobby, streaming his gaming sessions and interacting with his followers. Majority of his followers were young women who gawk at his selfies he'd upload from the gym, which embarrassed his children as they could see all the comments from the thirsty women.

After being killed in the game by his rival, the message that was sent to him shortly afterwards confused him. What did GG mean, and why would someone send that straight after killing your character in a game?

Not wanting to let this message go, Vegeta clicked his tongue and sauntered towards the one person who is up to date with all the new gaming lingo. It was the one person he'd trust to decipher messages sent from other players and help him come up with the best response.

Ignoring the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, Vegeta kicked open the door to his seventeen-year-old son's room and stormed in to see his son Trunks laying across his bed playing on the switch looking unfazed by his father's rude entrance.

"Son, what does GG in a game mean?"

"What?"

"If someone messages you after killing you in the game with the letters GG what does it mean?"

Trunks sighed, pausing his game and glanced over at his father's pensive look, "It usually means good game, but judging by the fact they messaged you that after killing you I'm assuming they are probably mocking you and—"

"That bastard!" Vegeta seethed, clenching his fists. Of course, that little shit would make a mockery of him in a game.

"You aren't gaming with that stupid kid again, are you? You know he just does things like that for likes and subscriptions to his channel?"

"That brat needs to be put in his place, Trunks, and I'll be the one to do it," he said with a confident smirk and cracked his knuckles, he noticed Trunks giving him a questionable stare and rolled his eyes at his son. "Bastard doesn't know who he is dealing with!"

"A middle-aged man who doesn't understand game lingo?" Trunks responded in a deadpan way.

Vegeta pursed his lips at his son, Trunks just didn't understand how personal things were getting between him and this noobkiller guy, ever since they made childish insults about his mother he just knew the bastard was going to be a rival. He noticed Trunks lifting an eyebrow at him with a complacent grin which induced Vegeta to grunt at him, "Don't get smart with me, boy!" He stormed out the room closing the door quietly behind him that left Trunks astonished by how calmly his father closed the door.

Trunks went back to playing his game and rolling his eyes at his father's rantings about the streamer in the background, it was what he was used to whenever he stayed at his father's house, if his dad wasn't screeching at the game he was shouting at other players before going off on a tangent about them mainly the noobkiller guy.

It wasn't a surprise to him and his sister when their parents separated, as much as they love their dad he was more preoccupied working out in the gym and their mother was busy growing her business but whenever she found some time to spend with their father, he was more interested staying fit and so their relationship gradually fizzled out.

"Think he's so smart taunting me like that does he?" Vegeta glared at the screen while vigorously tapping on the buttons of his control pad to send a message back, he leaned back with a confident sneer after sending his response to the GG message.

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D3v0n420 :-

How about a rematch? and this time don't camp at that fucking tower, coward.

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"See how he responds to that," he said with a small chuckle and went back to playing his game.

In a matter of a few seconds a message popped up on his screen. He paused his game and glowered at the response he had.

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N00bKiLl3R sent the following message:-

Haha watevs old man, soz i got a d8 wiv ur mom.

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Vegeta's eyebrow twitched in irritation, and he tightened his grip on his controller while grinding his teeth. Now it is getting more personal. Who brings up a stranger's mother like that? Sick bastards, that's who. Not wanting to let this go, Vegeta leaned forward with a heavy glare set on the message as he typed in his reply.

Trunks strolled into the living room and sighed, reading the messages his father was exchanging with the noobkiller guy. It would be easier to block and ignore the person, but he knew his father held a grudge and would rather continue to compete against them.

"Are you still messaging this guy?" Trunks shook his head at his father.

"I don't know who this fool is, but I'm going to hunt them down and fuck their mom in front of them, see how smug they are after that!"

Trunks pressed his lips together as he watched his father about to send that reply to them, "Dad, don't send that message to them, their mom is dead."

Silence permeated the room as Vegeta froze, keeping his stare on the screen and mouth ajar, while Trunks sighed and waited for his father to come back into realism and throw in the questions on how he knew.

Vegeta dropped his controller on his lap and gradually turned his head to face his son with a skeptical glance on him, "how would you know that son?" his voice taut as he maintained a glance at his son.

Trunks swallowed hard feeling a sudden knot in the back of his throat. He knew he couldn't ever lie to his father especially by that intimidating look his father gave him. "He goes to the same school as me, th-that's how I know," his glance shifted to the floor to evade his father's scowl for not informing him sooner.

Seeing the nervousness etched on his son's face, Vegeta sighed and looked back at the reply he was going to send, "do you know where he lives?" he asked while deleting his retort.

Trunks scrunched his brows and shot a glance back at his father, "why?"

"Just answer me, boy."

"N-no I don't, I know little about him."

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Vegeta leaned back on his chair with one leg propped on top of the other and lifted an eyebrow at his son. Please, if there is any God out there don't say his son has a crush on this bastard because that would make things more complicated and guaranteed if that punk ass kid knew about it he'd use that as an advantage against him.

"Because I know you'd do something stupid like -"

"Like what?!"

Trunks let out a short exasperated sigh combing his hair back and looked back at his father who was tapping his foot and narrowing his eyes on him. He had to be careful how to respond to his father. "I don't know dad, probably like waiting outside the school and asking me to point him out to you then follow him to his house and then send him a bag of dicks or something."

Vegeta clicked his tongue and let out a chuckle. Damn... his son knew him too well. Like hell was he going to let him know he was correct. "You really think I'd stoop so low like that?" he chuckled, shaking his head, "you really don't know me that well if you do?.. Now, what else do you know about the brat?"

"Nothin' else, only that his dad co-owns the gym near the school," he shrugged then instantly widened his eyes realising what he had said, he cautiously made eye contact with his fathers devious stare and gulped. "No dad...you're not going to -"

"Thanks son, that is all I need for now," he sneered, pulling his phone out his pocket. There was only one local gym near the school that everyone knew about, so it wasn't going to be hard to locate.

Trunks sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. If the person found out about Vegeta being his dad and that he revealed where his father worked he was probably going to get in shit. His father's snicker ringed in his ears, and he focused his attention back on his dad, "W-what are you going to do?"

"Oh nothing, nothing," Vegeta grinned on looking at the gym membership on his phone, "nothing as yet that is," he murmured under his breath.

"I'm so going to regret telling you this," Trunks whined and meandered towards the kitchen, leaving his father smiling menacingly at the TV screen as he typed a new response to noobkiller.

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N00bKiLl3R :-

U can call me daddy wen i finish fukin ur mom. ;)

D3v0n420 :-

We'll see. ;)

N00bKiLl3R :-

Lol wats tht suppose 2 meen?

D3v0n420 :-

You'll soon find out.

N00bKiLl3R :-

Oo so scared lol watevs old man g2g nd fuk ur mom dnt go cryin nemore salty tears wen im away lol neva met sum1 as butt hurt as u

D3v0n420 :-

Won't be my ass that'll be hurting ;)

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Vegeta snickered and went back to filling in the gym membership form. Oh how that kid was going to regret insulting him.

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The gym was rather busy, more busy than Vegeta had imagined. How was he going to locate the co-owner now? He rubbed his temples and sauntered towards the lockers, obnoxious remixed music blared around the place like some cheesy 80s disco. Just what he needed — something to obscure his thinking. With a heaved sigh Vegeta shoved his gym bag into the locker and slammed the door shut. He already paid the gym membership so may as well get his money worth before cancelling since he has a gym membership elsewhere. The things he does just to have payback on that little runt.

“Such a shame what happened to his wife, it’s been over three years now, and he still showed no interest in settling down,” he heard a softly spoken voice say from behind the lockers.

Vegeta turned the key in the locker door and continued to listen in. Perhaps he will find out more about the co-owner and his brat before he kicks the guys' ass for creating such a delinquent.

“Well, he had a dating profile a few months back and on it, he stated interest in men and women.” Another voice was heard.

“He did?” the softly spoken person replied with slight shock in their voice.

“He did,” they confirmed, “but then he deleted his profile after only been active for a month, accordin’ to his friend who owns this gym with him — he was havin’ so many time wasters he deleted the profile.”

A sly smirk appeared on Vegeta’s lips and a change of plan formed in his devious thoughts. He rubbed his hands together and ambled around the lockers to meet the two women whose conversation he had eavesdropped. He smiled as they both looked over at him, returning the smile. They were wearing identical pink leggings and crop tops with their hairs tied back in a bun. Judging by the amount of makeup they had on, Vegeta could only presume they were here to simply ogle at men working out.

“Sorry to interrupt, as you can plainly tell — I am new here, and just wondering if you could direct me to the co-owner that often works out here?”

The two women raised their brows and roamed their eyes up and down Vegeta’s body which stroked Vegeta’s ego as he leaned against the locker with a widened grin watching them ogling at him, one of their jaws dropped and their friend pushed it back up to close their mouth then giggled as Vegeta maintained eye contact.

“So while you are done gawking at me, are you able to direct me to the co-owner or shall I ask someone else who will be able to answer me straight away rather than eyeing me up and giggling like school girls?”

The women cleared their throats as crimson slowly crept through their thick layer of foundation, and they pointed behind him that led Vegeta to turn on his heel to look directly at what the ogling women were pointing at.

Right at the back of the gym by the bench weights was a man wearing orange shorts and black vest doing push-ups, Vegeta glanced over his shoulder to give the women a curt nod as a thank you before he strolled towards the bench weights while mentally planning out what to say.

Perhaps starting with ‘I know your son’ would not be a great idea, nor would ‘are you the father of the little shit threatening to fuck my mom?’ Be a good one either.

While he had continued to think hard on what he should first say, he hadn’t paid attention to his surroundings and tripped over something causing him to fall face forwards. Thank heavens for the soft flooring placed there as he'd have probably broken his nose or gotten a black eye or even both by how hard he had landed. He grumbled and turned on his back. His vision disorientated from the fall could make out a figure leaning towards him, and he squinted his eyes as he could hear a disembodied voice and couldn’t quite make out what it was saying nor work out if he was staring at a shadowy figure of a person or a palm tree.

How hard did he hit his head? He rubbed the heel of his hand into his eyes and slowly sat up.

“Easy there, that was quite a fall,” came a voice from the figure in front of him.

‘No shit’ Vegeta grunted to himself and pulled his hand away while blinking to adjust his eyesight. The figure in front of him came into vision and there stood the man who he was wanting to speak with. Damn it, what a way to make a great first impression of himself.

“Ah, you’re one of the new starters Huh?” he let out a small titter as he asked and watched Vegeta look around the flooring while rubbing his forehead, “Ah, ya sorta tripped over me if that’s what you're wonderin’” he rubbed the back of his head and offered his hand to help Vegeta back onto his feet.

Vegeta shot him with a serious stare, “did anyone else see me fall?” He said in a low voice, avoiding making a glance around the room just in case others had seen his fall. He’d like to at least walk out this place with his pride still intact.

“Uh,” he made a brief glimpse around the place and shook his head, “nope?”

With that reassurance, Vegeta held on to the man's hand pulling himself up and swiftly dusted himself down. He then gaped up at him as he smiled at him and hastily averted his glance on noticing Vegeta staring back at him.

“You own this place then?” Vegeta looked around the lively gym, each heavy machine being used by athletic men and women while some people conjugated into the corner of the large room.

“I co-own it with an old friend of mine,” he replied and flung a towel over his shoulders, “So are ya local?”

“I uh…” Vegeta pressed his lips together and watched Goku wipe the sweat off his face, damn, he’d happily lick the sweat off that luscious body. Focus, Vegeta focus. He shook his head and swallowed back the hard lump forming in the back of his throat. “No, I saw this place had pretty good reviews so thought I’d join and see what all the fuss is about. I’m Vegeta by the way,” he extended his hand out for a handshake.

“Goku,” he smiled, shaking his hand then cocked his head to the side. “Say, where did ya see the positive reviews by the way? I know we aren’t that heavily advertised at the moment.”

Vegeta widened his eyes, the corner of his lips twitched slightly as he continued shaking hands with Goku. Shit, shit… what does he say? Quick, think of something…. “I’m learning about important dates in History, want to be one of them?” he winced and retracted his hand from the shake after saying that. What the hell was he thinking?

No doubt if that brat of a kid found out about his fallen attempts to woo his father, that he’d received some further taunts and perhaps have his streaming channel filled with mocking remarks about his failed attempts to woo another streamers' dad. Vegeta glanced behind him. For some reason the exit seemed further away from when he first entered the building, and he avoided looking back at Goku’s expression. A light chuckle caused him to crane his neck to see Goku smiling at him and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, that response has thrown me back a little.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Vegeta winked at him while internally screaming at himself.

Goku smiled and scratched the back of his head, “I bet,” he said with a light chuckle, “You going to be using these then?” he jerked his thumb at the weights behind him.

Vegeta glanced at the weights behind Goku then nodded, he observed the way Goku’s body language relaxed more around him and he couldn’t hold back the smirk forming on his lips. Perhaps he still had a chance. They both made their way to a weight bench and Vegeta bit his lip watching Goku wasting no time and going straight to the weights and not paying attention to him. Vegeta cleared his throat and waved his hand to grab Goku’s attention.

“Is it okay if I remove my vest here? I tend to sweat like mad when I do bench press,” Vegeta watched Goku’s mouth go ajar slightly and subtly nodded his head.

Vegeta rucked his vest up maintaining his eye contact on him. The way Goku endeavored to pry his eyes off him made Vegeta’s lips curve into a complacent smirk. Got him right where he wanted. He placed his vest to the side whilst flexing his muscles pretending to not notice the fact Goku was near drooling from the corners of his mouth.

During their workout, Vegeta was able to find out a little more about Goku and took advantage of him giving him the side eyed glances when he thought Vegeta wasn’t paying attention. Goku explained how he has two sons and that his wife had died of an illness. Vegeta had to hide his look of discontent when Goku talked more about his youngest being a gamer, though he was relieved to hear how Goku admitted he didn’t really pay attention so was probably unaware that Vegeta is in fact his son's rival.

Afterwards, the two had left the gym together and had a few drinks in a local pub. A couple of hours passed by and Vegeta found himself stepping inside Goku’s home It wasn’t clear who initiated it, but Vegeta was smug that his plan was working as Goku led him straight to his room. Oh, how he was going to have fun this evening...

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The two stepped inside Goku’s room throwing their clothes off before crashing onto the bed making out.

Vegeta had a permanent triumphant smirk fixed on his face, Goku was practically all over him, planting sloppy kisses down his body. This man was a work of art, pure perfection, such a shame he had created a delinquent and was the sole reason he was here now.

“We have to be quiet, my son is sleeping next door,” Goku said under a shaky breath as Vegeta flipped them over and was now straddling him and snaked his hands down to his crotch while licking down the side of his neck causing his body to shiver in reaction.

“Oh, how naughty of you inviting a stranger to fuck your brains out while your child is right next door,” Vegeta chuckled, his eyes tracing over Goku’s ripped abs, and ghosted his fingers over them. Fuck, why did he have to be the father of that little bastard?

The pleasure inscribed on Goku’s face soon shot to a look of panic as realisation came flooding in, and he quickly propped himself up on his elbows, “Woah, shit you’re right perhaps we shouldn’t — “
“Are you sure we shouldn’t? You were very vocal in the taxi, you were practically humping my hand when I-“ Vegeta rubbed Goku’s cock with his hand and smirked, watching Goku sink back into the mattress and letting out short gasps. “Shall we continue?” He chuckled to himself as Goku nodded his head frantically and started to grind himself against Vegeta’s hand. “Good.”

He traced his tongue around Goku’s nipple while pinching the other with his fingers before switching over. Listening to the shallow breaths and small whimpers encouraged him to continue, and he kissed down towards the erect cock, the musky scent invading his nostrils and fed into his arousal further.

A low moan reverberated from the back of Goku’s throat as Vegeta traced his tongue along the veins of his hardened cock.

“Oh sh-shit,” Goku stuttered and arched his back, as Vegeta’s wet tongue licked around the head of his cock.

Feeling smug that he already turned this man into a moaning mess, just like putty in his hands, this was too easy. Vegeta sunk his mouth down the pulsing shaft and felt a tug on his hair, he glanced up, his lips curved into a grin around the cock watching Goku’s face contort to various expressions of pleasure only fed into his ego, and he bobbed his head, sucking the cock firmly.

“F-fuck… oh god!” Goku groaned, tugging at Vegeta’s hair with his left hand and digging his fingers into his pillow with his right.

A wet ‘pop’ resonated in the room as Vegeta slipped his lips off the cock and wiped the back of his hand along his smug mouth, “My, that’s a lot of vulgar words coming out of your innocent mouth,” he said with a light chuckle.

“S-sorry,” Goku said with a shaky breath, his cheeks all flushed, and he moved his hand away from Vegeta’s hair.

“I didn’t say stop,” Vegeta hummed and pushed Goku’s legs further apart.

There was a brief hiatus as Vegeta basked in the view in front of him. Goku’s body gleamed in a thin sheen of sweat. Such a cruel world, presenting him with a Greek god figure spread out in front of him making all his deliberations dwindle into mush. He could quite happily delve his tongue into every curve and dent of Goku’s body.Fuck, he was going to worship this body like a temple — No, he has to focus on his main objective, to fuck this kids dad to oblivion, he broke the silence by clearing his throat and smoothed his palms along Goku’s quivering thighs.

“To make this easier, do you have any lube?” Vegeta asked, and moved his hands to cup Goku’s firm ass cheeks giving them a tight squeeze eliciting a sharp gasp.

“I-I do…” Goku extended an unsteady arm towards his bedside stand and pointed at the drawer.

Vegeta shifted his glance towards the bedside stand and noticed a picture of a woman leaned against the small desk lamp, guilty thoughts whirled in his mind and bile raised in his throat. Damn, this deceased wife was clearly judging his actions. His guilty conscience soon dissolved when he saw Goku’s hand open the drawer and pull out a bottle of lube before harshly shutting it, making the picture topple onto the floor.

Well, suppose that’s one way to clear him from his guilty thoughts. He shrugged and smirked at Goku biting his bottom lip seductively at him. This man was breathtaking to look at, it was making it so hard for Vegeta to remain concentrated on his devious plan.

His eyes roamed over Goku’s body as he grabbed the lube from Goku’s shaking hand and placed it by his side. Such a delicious sight, Goku’s hard cock twitching against his muscular stomach and leaking pre-cum. He couldn’t resist wrapping his fingers around Goku’s cock firmly and gave it slow firm strokes, watching and listening to Goku writhe and moan.

“You’re a hot mess right now,” Vegeta snickered and circled his thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around in a circle.

Goku bit back his moan, his eyes focused on Vegeta’s and his legs shook wantonly as Vegeta continued to tease the head of his cock.

Vegeta lowered his head down and trailed his tongue around the head of Goku’s cock, savouring the saltiness from the fluid oozing out. Slowly he licked down the throbbing shaft and down to the balls, applying firm pressure as he traced circles with his tongue.

“Gods,” Goku let out a low groan and combed his fingers through Vegeta’s spiky hair. “Don’t stop.”

Inhaling the beautiful musky scent as he licked lower down and pressed his tongue against the tight hole, Vegeta hummed in delight and his hands hooked around Goku’s thighs as he buried his face between the cheeks.

Goku sunk into the pillow beneath him, his back arched as he felt the wet muscle tease his entrance and he moaned out something unintelligible.

Vegeta’s tongue licked and twirled around the tight hole, coaxing it to open between kissing either side of Goku’s inside thighs. Goku smelled and tasted amazing. He was just so addicting that it was hard for Vegeta to not get lost in his arousal all together.

Soon as Vegeta felt the tight muscle relaxed around his tongue, he started to thrust his tongue inside, eliciting quiet moans from Goku.

No, he needed this man to moan loud enough for the brat to hear them, otherwise all his plans leading to this moment would be a waste… well, to an extent. Goku was fucking delicious, and he knew he was going to be a decent fuck. Something he hadn’t had in a while.

He wriggled, and twirled his tongue deep inside, and continued to tongue fuck Goku till he was a quivering mess.

Vegeta pulled back and slowly leaned back onto his knees, his cock now throbbing so painfully wanting physical contact. He glanced down at Goku’s quivering body as he was catching his breath with his cock hard against his stomach and leaking more precum.

“Turn on your front,” Vegeta demanded in a low husky voice. Goku knitted his brows together and gaped at him, “I want to see that ass of yours when I fuck it hard.”

Goku let out a small whimper and rolled onto his front, presenting his firm backside to Vegeta.

Vegeta licked his lips when applying copious amounts of lube on his cock, he just couldn’t wait to bury his cock in that tight ass. Placing the lube where the picture was sat, he positioned himself between Goku’s legs and smirked. “Beg!”

“W-what?” Goku turned his head to the side and glanced up at Vegeta’s devious smirk from the corners of his eyes.

“I want to hear you beg for my cock,” Vegeta said and tapped his slick cock between Goku’s ass cheeks.

“Oh god, please give me your cock,” Goku’s breath hitched when Vegeta slapped his ass.

“Louder!”

“Sh-shit, Vegeta…. We have to be quiet.”

No chance, if they were going to fuck, it was going to be loud and vocal as possible.

“Then you clearly don’t want it that badly then,” Vegeta shrugged and leaned back about to climb off the bed till he heard a small whine from Goku which led him to smirk.

“Fuck me! Please fuck me now!” Goku yelled in a pleading tone.

Vegeta’s grin widened as he positioned himself between Goku’s legs again, “that’s better,” he hummed and pushed his cock inside Goku’s ass.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” Goku’s knuckles blanched as he held onto the headboard.

“Have you ever bottomed before?” Vegeta raised a brow and massaged Goku’s lower back while he pushed the rest of his cock in before stopping, allowing Goku time to adjust.

A low chuckle came from Goku, and he shook his head, “you’re the first,” he said between his short pants.

Impressed by his honesty, Vegeta started off gentle and shallow thrusts. Warm, soft walls hugged tightly around his cock that made it so difficult for him to not lose all his senses and pound into him.

“H-harder,” Vegeta heard Goku mumble between their short gasps and grunts.

“You want it harder?” Vegeta leaned back adjusting his angle and slowly pulled his cock out leaving just the tip inside. “Such a slut for my cock already,” he slammed his cock back in, earning him a sharp gasp and a moan.

“Fuck yes, more!”

Hearing Goku swear was such a turn on, Vegeta obliged and pistoned his cock inside vigorously. Loud smacks from their hips connecting mingled with the bed creaks and Goku’s moans that was soon changing in pitch as Vegeta hastened his pace before slowing down for harder thrusts again.

“You feel so good, don’t stop!” Goku moaned out and started to thrust himself against Vegeta.

“Say you love my cock!” Vegeta demanded,the mattress undulated beneath them as he continued to thrust in harder. He stifled his moan while listening to Goku moan and mumble something that was mollified by the other sounds. “Come on bitch, moan louder!”

“Fuck me harder, I want to feel your cock in me hard!!” Goku shouted out between his shaky moans, “please just give it to me, Vegeta!”

“You dirty cock slut!” Vegeta chuckled and slammed in harder.

“Yes-yes! I’m your cock slut!” Goku mewled and started to drool onto his pillow, “vegeta!” He gasped and bit onto the pillow, loosening his grip from the headboard as Vegeta started to thrust harder.

Feeling fire pooling low in his abdomen as he heard his name being moaned out interspersing with compliments on how good it is. Vegeta continued his hard thrusts. The bed shook threatening to fall apart and slammed against the wall.

“Ah fuck… I’m close!” Vegeta rolled his eyes back and quickened his pace, the soft walls clamped down on his cock ready to milk all his essence.

“Y-yes! Fill me with all your cum!!” Goku screamed out in pleasure and quivered as he released.

Such filthy words pouring out of Goku’s mouth sent a shiver down Vegeta’s spine, and he released deep inside the quivering hole before rolling off and collapsing onto the mattress next to him.

“Wow,” Goku caught his breath and turned onto his side to face Vegeta. “That was-“

“Good?” Vegeta rested his arms behind his head and smirked.

Goku pressed his lips together and scratched the side of his head, “well I was uh… gonna say that it was a lil sudden what happened, we hadn’t long met.” He let out a quiet titter and sighed, “I hope my son didn’t hear us.”

Vegeta’s smirk grew, and he let out a low chuckle. Oh how he hopes that brat heard everything and in return to never piss off the wrong person again.

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Vegeta remained lying in the bed with the sheets mangled between him and Goku, the yellow hues from the morning sun evaded through the small gaps of the curtains, and he wasn’t certain how long he had been laying there staring into nothingness as he waited for the sleeping beauty next to him to rouse. He hated these moments, sleeping in a stranger's house and not knowing whether it was acceptable to climb out of bed and leave the room, or if it was simply more courteous to wait for the person to wake up from their slumber. Either way — he wished this bastard would hurry and awake from their sleep already.

A small groan from next to him caused Vegeta to shift to his side, and he bit his lip when he watched the sheets drape over Goku’s deliciously firm backside as Goku stirred a little.

Eventually, Goku started to twitch more and rubbed the remainders of sleep from his eyes while grumbling to himself, and Vegeta licked his lips when he focused on Goku’s backside again and smirked, feeling satisfied from the decent fuck last night. He soon averted his glance elsewhere when Goku slowly turned onto his side and looked back at Vegeta with half-lidded eyes.

“Mornin’” Goku said with a yawn and stretched.

Vegeta responded with a half smile while in his head he was cheering ‘finally!’ for he was getting fed up just laying there knowing he could be doing something more productive right now like gaming or taking countless selfies for his social media account.

“You weren’t awake for long, were ya?” Goku asked and took another stretch before slowly pulling himself up to a sitting position.

Vegeta’s pupils expanded as he marvelled at the view beside him even after their rough night together and Goku looking half asleep with bleary eyes, he was still so attractive and Vegeta could feel himself starting to salivate as his eyes were drawn to the muscular body that he had paid none more attention to whatever else Goku was mumbling to him.

However, this wasn’t the reason Vegeta was here. His primary objective to fuck his rivals dad was done, and he didn’t plan to see this sexy bastard again no matter how tantalizing it was, he did not want to be associated with that little punk ass kid. Besides — he had such a busy life that a relationship would impede things. Though there wouldn’t be any harm done setting up an occasional fuck with this guy? Then again, that might mean he would have to get along with the son to some extent to please Goku. He was automatically brought out from his deliberations when he heard Goku mention his name, and he did a leisurely gaze towards Goku’s eyes.

“Vegeta?”

“Hm?”

“Did you catch any of what I had said?”

“Something about if I had been awake for long or not?” He asked and watched Goku rub the back of his neck while letting out a brief sigh.

“I was just wonderin’ if you were wanting to take a shower before you uh… leave?” Goku let out an audible gulp straight after what he said and began flailing his hands while tittering nervously as Vegeta raised a brow at him. “Not that I want you gone so sudden or anything like that it’s just I was wondering you don’t have to but if you do, then there're clean towels and some spare clothes in the wardrobe over there.”

Witnessing Goku getting all muddled like this induced Vegeta to chuckle softly to himself, which caught Goku’s attention as he gave him a broadened smile nervously waiting for his response. Such an irresistible goofball.

“You talk too much,” Vegeta smirked and leaned in towards Goku, “but to answer your question, yes I’ll have a shower.” He said and pecked him on the cheek.

Goku cleared his throat and looked away as his cheeks flushed red. “Okay, well, you can use the shower first and I’ll use it after you,” he said while climbing off the bed and walked towards his dresser avoiding Vegeta's gaze.

“And there was me hoping you’d join?” Vegeta sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He was tempted to perv on Goku’s bare ass some more, perhaps even bury his face in it again… fuck, what is he thinking? He shook his head and massaged his temples.

“Man, I would, but… ya know?” Goku let out a short titter.

“No, I don’t know?” Vegeta shifted his glance on Goku who was balancing on one leg to put on sweatpants.

“I got to check on my son,” Goku slid his leg into the sweatpants then adjusted himself and threw on a baggy top before he sauntered towards his wardrobe, “no doubt he will not be very happy seein’ a stranger around the place, so I best give him the heads up,” he sighed and opened the wardrobe door, while Vegeta’s lips curved into a complacent smirk.

“I suppose that is a good enough reason to not take up my offer on joining me in the shower,” Vegea said with a half shrug, besides -- he’d be tempted to sneak in another quick fuck so perhaps it was best that they didn’t shower together.

Goku spun on the ball of his foot and smiled nervously at Vegeta after he pulled out a folded towel from the wardrobe and made his way towards the dresser to grab another set of orange sweatpants and plain blue T-shirt. “You can keep the clothes if you like, I have plenty spare,” he blushed as he handed Vegeta the towel with the spare clothing he brought out for him.

Vegeta was sat stark naked on the edge of the bed maintaining his smirk, and he grabbed the items off Goku while chuckling lightly to himself catching Goku’s eyes roaming down his body. “Thanks,” he tucked the towel and clothes under his arm.

“It’s the first door to your left,” Goku smiled and shifted his glance on their clothes from last night that were strewn on the floor and rubbed the back of his neck before looking back at Vegeta.

The two shared an awkward smile when their eyes connected and Vegeta swallowed back the hard knot forming in the back of his throat. Now's not the time to catch feelings for a stranger, time to have a shower and get the fuck out of this place. Vegeta stood up from the bed and approached the bedroom door, he flinched when Goku leapt out in front of him with panic inscribed on his face.

“Hold on, let me check the hallway is clear for ya,” he said with a hesitant smile and switched his glance from between Vegeta’s legs and the bedroom door next to them.

It was evident what Goku was so nervous about, and Vegeta maintained his smirk watching Goku open the door just a meager, so he could peep through the gap before exhaling in relief, “I think he's still asleep, I’ll just check the bathroom is free for you to use,” he looked back at Vegeta from over his shoulder and his eyes made a brisk look at Vegeta’s body before making eye contact, “j-just stay here for a sec…’kay?” his voice cracked as he smiled and quickly rushed out the room closing the door behind him.

Vegeta pressed his lips together listening to frantic footsteps rushing down the corridor and opening a door before running back towards the bedroom, he had to hold back a laugh as the door swung open with Goku almost toppling over himself as he dashed back into the bedroom near winded.

“Yeah-” Goku caught his breath, his face all flustered looking, “y-you’re good… I believe he’s still asleep.”

“You sure?” Vegeta lifted a brow at him and smirked, “don’t want to go for a second look?” He pressed his lips together as he noticed Goku was about to leave the room to look again and pulled Goku back shaking his head at him. “I’m sure it’s fine, I’ll go for a shower now.”

Goku nodded his head, his cheeks all crimson, and he let out a brief chuckle as he opened the door for Vegeta to leave.

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After a brisk shower, Vegeta dried himself and got changed into the clothing Goku had given him. Thank god the sweatpants had a drawstring he could tie around the waist, otherwise he’d find himself walking around the place with the pants down to his ankles.

He made a quick glimpse at himself in the bathroom mirror while drying his hair. The oversized shirt and baggy pants looked ridiculous on him and he was glad he wasn’t going anywhere else other than his home, like hell would he be seen dead wearing what he was now however he was grateful he was given a fresh set of clothing, it’s the thoughts that count right? Vegeta tsked at himself, why is he trying to give excuses for his one-night stand, that’s all they are — a one-night stand and nothing else, he probably won’t see them again after this and be more of a distant memory that would occasionally pop up in his mind.

Faint voices could be heard outside the bathroom, which made Vegeta raise a brow in curiosity. He threw the towel aside and strolled out of the bathroom to listen in and could hear Goku speaking to a a recognizable voice that made him grin as he made his way towards the direction where the voices were coming from.

“And you are lucky my viewers didn’t hear much!” he heard the familiar voice exclaim.

“Quiet son, we’ll talk about this later, okay?”

Vegeta inhaled deeply with a widened smile, so the little shit had heard him fucking his dad senseless? What a glorious morning this turned out to be, he rubbed his hands together and strolled around the corner to see Goku stood crossed arms with what appears to be his delinquent son sat by the table pouting at him.

“Why not now?!”

“Because we still have a — “ Goku paused as he noticed Vegeta stood by the doorway, “Oh, uh…” he smiled looking at his son then back at Vegeta which led his son to turn his head to glare back at Vegeta. “How was your shower?” He tittered and rested a hand on his son's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze while imposing a smile.

“Sorry, was I interrupting something?” Vegeta asked while suppressing a smug grin.

“Yes!” The teenager bashed his fist on the table and glowered directly at Vegeta.

“No!” Goku raised his voice while giving his son a stern look, “Don’t be rude,” he quietly spoke and nudged his son in the arm.

“Me rude? You’re tha one who brought this stranger into the house to have sex with!”

“Goten!”

“It’s alright, he does have a point,” Vegeta sighed and sat on the chair opposite the teen, he leaned back propping one leg on the other and folded his arms against his chest as he fixed his gaze on the annoyed teen. “Your father is an adult though and can do as he pleases.”

A low chuckle reverberated from the teen's chest, and he shook his head at him. “No offense, but you are just some stranger that my dad chose to bring home for a quick screw probably won’t even see you again.”

“Goten, please—“ Goku was quelled by Vegeta raising his hand in the air while maintaining his focus on Goten.

“Well, how about I introduce myself then?” He smiled and moved his hand to extend out towards Goten for a handshake. Oh how he couldn’t wait to tell this kid exactly who he is. “Hi, I’m Vegeta and I gave your father a decent night last night,” he smirked and winked at Goku.

“Oh god,” Goku muttered under his breath and buried his face in his hands.

The teenager pulled a face at the two before willingly shaking Vegeta’s hand. “Goten, my dad probably didn’t mention but I’m a popular streamer called Noobkiller,” he sighed and rolled his eyes as Goku looked back at the two with a tight-lipped smile “Dad, I can tell you’re giving me that look again, it’s a cool name okay?”

“Yeah, of course son,” Goku chuckled and ruffled his son's hair, “Vegeta, would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?” He asked with a soft expression that Vegeta felt some warmth in his heart when he looked at him that way.

“Coffee will be fine, no sugar,” Vegeta responded while clearing his throat and shifting his glance off that adorable bastard's face.

Goku nodded his head curtly and gave his son a warning stare, the stare that Vegeta was familiar with himself for it was similar to what he and Bulma gave their children when they wanted them to behave around guests. Goku then walked into the kitchen while clicking his fingers and mumbling about how it was going to be a long day.

When he knew he was finally alone with his rival Vegeta gave Goten a menacing smile and leaned forward, “Noob killer huh?”

“Yup,” Goten replied with a cocky grin.

“Told you it wasn’t my ass that was going to be hurting.”

“What are you talkin—“ Goten paused, his mouth ajar and eyes flickered in realisation as it smacked him hard in the face. He frowned at Vegeta who was sneering at him. “No, you’re not-“

“Yes, you camping little shit, don’t feel so smart after sending those childish remarks about fucking my mother?”

“It was a joke, I can’t believe you found my dad and literally fucked him,” Goten grimaced and shook his head in disbelief.

“Guess you can call me daddy from now on,” Vegeta smiled coyly at him.

Goten opened his mouth about to project his hatred till they heard the door open and looked over to see Goku walking in with a cup of coffee.

“Here ya go,” Goku smiled placing the cup on the table in front of Vegeta, he then looked over at his son's look of disgust and furrowed his brows at him. “Everything okay?”

Goten puffed out his cheeks and jumped from his chair, “I can’t believe you dad!” He scoffed and stormed out the room.

Goku scratched the side of his head with his other hand resting firmly on his hip. He then sighed and glanced over at Vegeta with a slight smile. “You’ll have to excuse him, he’s uh-“

“It’s fine, I have teenagers of my own. I know what they are like,” Vegeta took a sip of the coffee and leaned back on the chair cradling the cup in his hands.

Goku rubbed his lips together with a pensive expression and pulled out a chair to sit next to Vegeta, “We were a little loud last night,” he looked down at the table as his cheeks glowed red.

There was a brief silence between them as Vegeta took another sip of coffee before placing it on the table and shifted himself to face Goku. “What do you mean by we?” He asked, lifting a brow.

Goku swallowed and looked back at Vegeta, his face still glowing crimson; he scratched the back of his head and let out a short chuckle before placing his hand on Vegeta’s lap. “I don’t know what to say to that, but uh… I’ll be seeing you at the gym tomorrow right?”

Vegeta almost choked on his coffee as he took another sip from it, “Tomorrow?” He coughed and placed the cup back down.

“What’s wrong? Can you not do that day or somethin’?” Goku cocked his head to the side and patted Vegeta on the back as he started to cough some more.

“No, no um-“ Vegeta thumped his fist against his chest lightly clearing his throat. He was planning to cancel the gym membership as soon as he got home , and the dolt had caught him off guard asking if he was going to the gym oblivious to the fact Vegeta only used him as part of his revenge. “Tomorrow will be fine,” he forced a smile while mentally cussing at himself for his own stupidity.

“Great,” Goku smiled widely at him, “we can get to know each other a bit better then, and who knows we may work out together more often,” he playfully punched Vegeta in the arm.

Vegeta did a fake laugh and clutched his hand tightly around the mug, oh how he has fucked up big time...

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“Why didn’t you return home last night?” Vegeta heard his son ask as soon as he stepped foot inside the house.

There was a short pause between them as Vegeta started to take off his shoes by the front door, most teenagers would enjoy having a house to themselves, besides he knows there’s plenty of food in the house so it wasn’t like he was leaving his seventeen-year-old to fend for themselves. So, why was this son of his so annoyed about him not returning home?

He turned his head to face Trunks’s annoyed expression and lifted an eyebrow at him, “What?” he asked with a half grunt.

Trunks folded his arms, giving the oversized clothes Vegeta was wearing a scrutinised look. “What happened to your clothes?”

Damn, was Trunks a lot like his mother. He hadn’t long walked in and Trunks was already interrogating him. A low groan of annoyance rumbled from the back of Vegeta’s throat knowing his son would continue to pester till he was satisfied with an answer.

“Someone is washing them for me and were kind enough to let me have their spare clothing.”

“Could've texted me or something to let me know you were staying out, you tell us off if we never tell you or mom we are staying at our friends,” Trunks huffed and shook his head, it was something he and Bulla argued often about with their parents.

“Do as I say and not as I do,” Vegeta gave Trunks a harsh stare and placed his shoes on the rack. “Besides I was putting a delinquent in his place last night and it was very pleasurable getting my revenge on him,” he chuckled to himself and rubbed his hands together, recalling last night, oh how he went to town on that luscious body.

Trunks gave his father a perplexed look and then his eyes widen in realization, “Oh my fucking god dad you didn't?”

“You bet I fucking did,” Vegeta’s lips crooked into a mischievous grin, and he let out a chuckle as Trunks stared at him in dismay. “Not to mention it was pretty good sex too.”

“For God's sake dad what is wrong with you?”

“Me?” Vegeta asked and pointed at himself. He couldn’t believe his son would even ask such a question. What he did was perfectly logical and one way to shut up that little troll. “The fuck is wrong with that delinquent kid for sitting up in that tower fucking camping there the whole time!”

With a low grumble, Trunks gripped the bridge of his nose, “I can't believe what I'm hearing,” he shook his head in disbelief of it all.

“Well you better start believing,” Vegeta strolled towards his room with a spring in his step. He felt untouchable, near enough a god, just overall a fucking genius with his devious plans.

“Are you going to do this kind of stuff every time a person gets you mad in a video game?” Trunks called out from behind him.

Vegeta paused and with a faint snicker glanced over his shoulder at his bewildered son, “Maybe I will” he grinned and proceeded to walk towards his room to change out of the hideous clothes Goku had given him.

He chuckled to himself as he heard Trunks whine and shout out “Goddamn it dad” just before he closed his bedroom door.

No more than a couple of hours had passed since Vegeta had got home and was currently lying in his bed thinking wistfully of the night he had shared with that man, he had to admit the sex was pretty good and seeing that little delinquent's face when he told him who he was; it was priceless.

A smirk formed on his face as he thought about it all but stopped as he remembered how Goku had asked him to go work out with him tomorrow at his gym, he was still debating if he should go or not but still in the end he couldn't figure out an answer.

He sighed as he got out of his bed and out of his room and to the living room where he turned on his console and TV, maybe gaming for a while would clear up his mind and help him reach a decision and as he finally got the game up and running he saw that he had a multitude of messages from NoobKiller.

He accessed the messages and saw a horde of them all insulting him and asking what the fuck was wrong with him, and Vegeta couldn't help the smug grin that was on his face at the moment.

A mere snicker slipped past his lips as he opened the most recent message from Goten, he felt rather proud knowing he had riled them up if only there was an achievement for fucking your rival parent — he’d wear that with pride, on staring at the message while thinking of a good response Vegeta leaned back on his chair with his lips curved into a smirk. There was no greater feeling than learning he had upset his rival to the point they had sent some humorous insults his way.

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N00bKiLl3R sent the following message:-

U motherfukin bastard u are goin 2 regret wat u done!!!!!!!!!

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Vegeta shook his head and chuckled at the idle threat before he tapped away on his controller to send his response, he could hear Trunks stroll in and caught him from the corners of his eye staring at the message his father was typing rapidly in with the look of distaste.

“Seriously, dad?” Trunks sighed and leaned on the edge of the couch.

“Take note son, this is how you put a delinquent such as him — in their place,” Vegeta said with a complacent grunt as he sent his reply, he glanced over at his son shaking his head and letting out a groan of disapproval. “Make yourself useful and grab me a beer from the fridge.”

Trunks rolled his eyes as he leaned off the couch and made his way towards the kitchen while grumbling how his father is such an embarrassment not that Vegeta cared, he simply shrugged and continued to exchange messages with Goten.

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D3v0n420 :-

Get it right boy it’s father fucker to you and is that any way to speak to your daddy? ;)

N00bKiLl3R :-

U r not my dad!!!!!!!!!!!

D3v0n420 :-

Says you

N00bKiLl3R :-

Sumfin wrong wit u 4 sleepin wit my dad who does tht?!!

D3v0n420 :-

I think you should be questioning your own life choices, who camps out inside a tower during a whole session? Idiot

N00bKiLl3R :-

Git gud u sore ass loser!

D3v0n420 :-

Speaking of sore ass… how’s your dad? ;)

N00bKiLl3R :-

Stay away from my dad!!!! U will regret it if u dnt!! I meen it!!!!!!

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Vegeta rolled his eyes and opened the can of beer that Trunks had eventually handed him halfway through exchanging messages with the idiot teen. He had no intentions to see the dolts father again. It was satisfying seeing their reaction, and he felt pleased he had got his revenge.

Just as he was about to close the messages and get back to gaming ignoring Goten’s reply, his phone made a noise and brought it out from his pants pocket to see a message from an anonymous number his eyes widened as he read the text.

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(Unknown number)

Hey,

Look forward to seeing you in the gym tomorrow 9:30 start good for you?

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Vegeta took a sip from the can while indenting it with his fingers as he stared at the text message. How did that bastard get his number?

Just then an idea sparked inside his brain and a devious smirk formed on his lips. Perhaps he could have fun winding up Goten more, besides he gets a decent occasional fuck so it’s a win for him either way. He downed his beer and crushed the can in his hand while staring at another text message that came through on his phone.

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(Unknown number)

Sorry forgot to mention it’s Goku btw

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“No shit,” Vegeta snorted and glanced back at the message from Goten before he looked back at his text from Goku and smirked.

It seemed his decision had been made up for him thanks to the messages he received from the two. A small chuckle resounded from his chest as he texted his reply to Goku confirming he’d be there tomorrow. This was going to be entertaining, he snickered to himself and sent a response to Goten’s last message.

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D3v0n420 sent the following reply:-

Challenge accepted ;)

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There’s always a lingering smell in the gym, it’s subtle, but it still invades the nostrils, nonetheless. Not that it bothered Vegeta, he was used to it and enjoyed the cleanliness mingled with the musky scent from those doing intensive workouts.

As he strolled past the corridors with his duffle bag lugged over his shoulder, he scanned the area noticing it was quieter compared to when he last visited the place. Then again, it was still early in the day.

He kept a lookout for the one person who was the sole reason why he was entering this place again. There was no other reason for him to travel such a distance when he had a gym close to his home. Seeing the brat's reaction was worth the forty-minute drive however, and he felt smug knowing he was only going to vex that delinquent further.

On shoving his duffle bag into the locker and removing his hoodie, he heard footsteps behind him that led him to swivel and face the source of the footsteps. To his relief it was Goku, and he gave a brief smile before turning the key in the locker and doing his best to act cool. This man clearly had the hots for him, and he couldn’t blame him — he was beguiling after all.

“Hey,” Goku softly spoke and crimson gradually crept up his face as Vegeta turned to face him again.

The corner of Vegeta’s lips curved into a dominance smile as he placed his right hand on his hip. It was adorable watching the taller man squirm in his presence as they made eye contact. For his entertainment he didn’t respond and kept his composure while watching Goku shift his eyes away from him and let out a nervous titter.

“So,” Goku clapped his hands together, “uh — I guess ya ready for a workout, right?” He smiled through clenched teeth, which evoked a small chuckle from Vegeta.

It was visible this man was getting flustered since they last met, and it only fed into Vegeta’s ego further as he watched Goku make quick glimpses over his body. Perhaps wearing a tight-fitting tank top and shorts was the best decision he had made for today. It was going to be entertaining to watch the flustered male gawk at him between their bench presses and other exercises.

Seeing Goku rub the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle as he awaited for a response from him,only fuelled Vegeta’s confidence more as he nodded his head and smirked.

“This way I take it?” Vegeta asked, maintaining his smirk as he jerked his thumb towards the bench weights.

Goku shifted his glance towards the area, then back onto Vegeta and nodded before motioning Vegeta to follow as he made his way towards the weights.

Vegeta obliged and strolled alongside him with his arms folded against his chest. He looked straight ahead while he caught an occasional glimpse from Goku looking over at him from the corner of his eye. This only made him smirk more.

“I have a question,” Vegeta paused as he seated himself on the bench before turning his head to stare at Goku staring at him with his mouth slightly ajar, “have you asked me to come here just so you have something good to look at while you work out?” He lifted a brow as Goku blinked at him and cleared his throat.

“S-sorry, I’m still kinda half asleep.” He said with a slight titter and scratched the back of his head. “I’ll um — I’ll be by this one,” he pointed towards the bench by the side of Vegeta.

Vegeta pursed his lips and watched as Goku turned his back to him, that firm ass hidden behind the baggy sweatpants. Inducing fond memories to rekindle in his mind as soon as Goku bent over to tie a shoelace which Vegeta could swear he did that intentionally. That man had a fine body that he wouldn’t mind delving his tongue into its crevices.

Once Goku made a sly glance over his shoulder, Vegeta snapped his head away and adjusted himself. Sneaky bastard knew exactly what he was doing. He may as well just invite him over to fuck him again at the rate this was going.

An hour had gone by quickly, and Vegeta finished with some push-ups, he could feel his lungs expand and his heart beating rapidly while sweat trickled down his flushed face as he continued to push past his limit. He made a swift glimpse at Goku now crouched in front of him, though he couldn’t quite make out what the adorable bastard was saying as it was muffled out by his pulse pounding in his ears. His arms trembled, and a burning sensation crawled from his biceps down to his wrists. Just a couple of more push-ups, and he’ll be done, he reassured himself through gritted teeth as he continued to push himself.

“Got some determination in you, huh?” Goku’s cheery voice rang through Vegeta’s ears, causing him to collapse onto the ground.

Fuck. Vegeta groaned and pulled himself up onto his knees, glaring back at Goku who gave him a nervous grin.

“Oops, sorry— I’m guessing that was my fault?”

He will be sorry. Vegeta narrowed his eyes on him before trailing his eyes down Goku’s firm pecs. Wait… when did this bastard take his shirt off?

“Anyway I was,” Goku cleared his throat as Vegeta jumped to his feet and started to pull his tank top over his head, “uhh-” he licked his lips roaming his eyes down Vegeta’s slick abs.

Vegeta’s lips quirked in amusement watching Goku caress him with his eyes, “you were saying?” he asked prompting him to finish, while wiping the sweat from his brow with his tank top

“Right,” Goku tittered rubbing the back of his head and averting his glance from Vegeta, “I need you to sign some forms for your membership that’s in the office, if you don’t mind — ”

Vegeta cut in with a small chuckle and flung his drenched vest over his shoulder, “if I don’t mind going into the office to sign them?”

“Y-yeah, you don’t have to right now but it would be --” Goku was quelled by Vegeta’s finger pressed against his lips, he blinked and swallowed hard as Vegeta smirked at him and inched closer to him.

“It’s fine, I’ll sign them now. Gets them out the way,” Vegeta licked his lips as he glanced down at Goku’s smooth looking skin that was stretched taut over his athletic body. His mind reeling in filthy thoughts with vivid images from their sex.

He pulled his finger away from Goku’s soft lips and let out a low chuckle. Why was this man so mesmerising to look at? And why was he even showing such an interest in the first place? He had done all that he had planned to do and was content with the fact he had upset his online rival to the point they had probably cried salty tears over it. And yet, there was a niggling feeling deep inside the core of his entire being that he wanted to see this man again. No matter how many times he tried to assure himself that it was nothing more than harmless fun to annoy that bastard teenager further, Vegeta just couldn’t glean his actual feelings for this man.

When Goku gestured for them to walk towards the office, Vegeta was absorbed in his reflections as he willingly accompanied him. Very little was said between them, it was mostly awkward smiles and swift glances away whenever eye contact was made. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a click from the door knob being turned and as he glanced over, he watched in great amusement what next unveiled.

Goku had broke the tension between them as he opened the office door and tripped over a box filled with paperwork that was placed a few inches away from the door, Vegeta couldn’t withhold his snicker as he observed Goku’s face contort to the look of annoyance blended with slight embarrassment.

“Shit, I knew there was something I forgot to do this morning,” Goku sighed and kicked the box out of the way.

On entering the office Vegeta could see how modest and bland it was. There were notice boards hung on the back wall with multiple posters and post notes stuck on it. He diverted his focus on Goku ambling towards the small desk next to the window that overlooked the car park.

“Let’s see,” Goku clicked his tongue as he flicked through the deluge of paperwork that was inside the desk drawer.

Vegeta arched his brow and slowly made stride steps towards Goku. Once he reached the desk he dumped his vest on top of it before propping himself up on the edge and smirked when Goku looked up at him with a soft gaze and paused with his fingers hovering above the paperwork.

Like a predator locking onto its prey, Goku let out a nervous chuckle as Vegeta's gaze on him deepened. Vegeta had an unquenchable thirst, and he licked his top lip, reading Goku’s body language. Oh yes, he wanted more too, there was no other logical reason to ask him to work out with him without wanting to be groped and perhaps fucked over the desk.

Within seconds, Goku was pushed back onto the office chair and let out a sharp exhale as Vegeta leapt and pressed his body against his.

There was no question about it — the two were aroused. Vegeta could feel Goku’s erection pressed against his thigh and without a second thought, he leaned in and kissed Goku on the lips. There was more than an insatiable need in the kiss. His tongue slipped inside Goku’s mouth to taste him and firm sinewy arms wrapped around him while their tongues rubbed against each other and drool seeping from the corners of their mouths.

‘He desires me too, he’s ravenous for this,’ Vegeta grinned into their open mouth kiss, and he swallowed Goku’s soft moans in the kiss while roaming his hands down the firm body. Who cares about his revenge against that little runt for now? His attention was all on pleasuring this hot man. He can actually admit he can forgive the sex on legs for creating a bastard who camps on other online players then threatens to fuck their moms whenever they complain. It’s not this guy's fault after all, right? Not like he knew his winning sperm would create such a disappointment.

“Vegeta-“ Goku rasped into the kiss and started to grind himself against Vegeta’s leg.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” Vegeta smirked and parted from the kiss, “Admit it,” he grazed his teeth along Goku’s earlobe earning a sharp gasp and moan, “You’ve been thinking about me ever since that night.”

Vegeta grinned and slowly snaked himself down Goku’s body, planting gentle kisses from the crook of his neck to his firm pecs.

Goku’s body writhed, his breathing becoming shallow and his soft calloused hands groped Vegeta’s firm backside, giving them a gentle squeeze as Vegeta twirled his tongue around one of his erect nipples.

“Sh-shit Vegeta, we shouldn’t be doing this here,” he groaned and smoothed his hands along Vegeta’s back as the kisses traveled dangerously close to his throbbing erection. “Oh f-fuck,” he moaned under his shaky breath.

Hearing Goku cuss only spurred Vegeta on, and he hooked his fingers under the waist of Goku’s sweatpants before glancing up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The corner of his lips curled into a confident smirk as Goku’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, don’t you act all surprised now, I’ve been watching you, you crafty bastard didn’t think I’d notice your subtle cues?” He raised his brow and dragged Goku’s pants down. A heavy musk scent enveloped his nostrils as the cock sprung free.

“Okay,” Goku chuckled, “Ya got me, but I know you were pervin' on me from when ya first saw me.”

Oh, really? Smug bastard isn’t as naïve as he had initially thought. Vegeta rubbed his lips together and wrapped his fingers around the hard, throbbing shaft. He rested on his knees and gave a teasing lick along the under shaft. Fuck, he still tastes good. The salty skin tingled on his tongue, and he inhaled the musky scent before enveloping his lips over the balls while pumping the shaft with his hand.

“Ugh yeah,” Goku bucked his hips and moaned soon as Vegeta sucked on his balls while quickening the pace of stroking his cock. “Oh Vegeta, fuck,” he groaned, feeling the soft lips slip off his balls and firm kisses travelled up along his shaft.

Vegeta loved listening to the sounds erupting from Goku’s chest, and he licked up and down the shaft. What was he doing?!... he glanced up at Goku looking down at him with half-lidded eyes. God does he feel as though he had won the lottery with this man. The tastes, the smells and the firm gorgeous body was engulfing all his senses, and he could feel his cock pulse as he listened to Goku’s shaky breaths.

He playfully swirled his tongue around the head of Goku’s cock and delved the tip of his tongue into the slit, savouring the salty taste that now lingered in his mouth.

“Yeah, suck my dick!” Goku groaned harshly and bucked his hips.

Vegeta locked his eyes onto Goku’s as he slowly slid his lips down the twitching cock, and he started to slide his mouth up and down, slicking it with his saliva. His cheeks hollowed, applying firm pressure as he continued to suck and lick the delicious cock in his mouth. The vulgar words coming from Goku’s mouth was a turn on still. How many more obscene words can he get this man to say?

The room was filled with Goku’s loud grunts and Vegeta slurping on his cock. Over and over Vegeta fed Goku’s cock between his lips and built rhythm face fucking himself on his cock. He’d slide his mouth back up to suck and lick around the sensitive head before sinking his mouth back down to deep throat all the while trying to keep his eyes on Goku’s.

“Oh wow, Vegeta,” Goku groaned and entwined his fingers into Vegeta’s hair, giving it light tugs.

Things were getting pretty heated in the office, from working out in the gym to now on his knees sucking some dick. Not one of his proudest moments, but not something he’d regret either. He felt a harsh tug on his hair and as he was about to pull off to lecture Goku, he heard the door swing open.

“Krillin!” Goku yelped and pulled himself closer to the desk while nudging Vegeta under it.

There was a tumble and a small thud heard that Vegeta could only suspect the person had tripped over.

“Ah damn it Goku, what did I tell you about these boxes?!” Came a disgruntled voice.

“Sorry, I’ll move them somewhere else, I promise.” Goku chuckled slightly and tapped Vegeta’s head.

“Okay, well, you can do that now, right?” Krillin asked in annoyance,

“I’m afraid not.”

“Why not?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, listening to the pair. As if he was going to let this stop him from sucking Goku’s cock, he didn’t care if they were spotted or not. After all, he was handsome and was honored to suck an equally handsome man's dick. What could be more arousing than that?

“I promise Krillin I’ll — Oh god!” Goku rasped and grabbed a handful of Vegeta’s hair as Vegeta proceeded to suck his cock from under the desk.

“You’ll what?” Krillin asked in a curious tone.

“Yes!—yes I’ll do it!” Goku tugged Vegeta's hair more.

Vegeta smiled around the cock and sunk his mouth down, taking in the entire length with his lips tight around the base of the cock. Who’d have thought the risk of being caught was another fucking turn on?

“Okay?” There was a short exasperated sigh and a light tap of a foot, “Why aren’t you getting up and doing it now then?”

“Oh, sh-shit!” Goku’s legs quivered as Vegeta did hard slow sucks while massaging the shaft with his tongue.

“Is everything okay, bud? You seem a little flushed?”

“Good! — absolutely fine!” Goku said through clenched teeth.

“You’re starting to scare me, are you sure everything is okay? Not overworking yourself again, are you?”

Oh, he wasn’t the one overworking himself. Vegeta thought to himself and closed his eyes, focusing on breathing through his nose to pull his mind off his now aching jaw. He cupped Goku’s balls with his free hand and started to massage them, which earned him a low shaky moan from Goku.

“H-how long ya gonna be?” Goku asked under his shaky breaths.

Vegeta couldn’t tell if he was asking him directly or Krillin, either way he started to suck harder and faster while mentally praying he cums soon before his jaw locks up.

“Why are you asking? Are you wanting me to close up for the night?”

“N-no I got it — in fact, why don’t ya just take the day off?” Goku gasped and thrust himself into Vegeta’s warm inviting mouth, “Gods,” he murmured.

“Goku, you are acting strange, you sound like you’re in pain.”

“Yes-yes, ah I mean I uh—“

A laugh rumbled from Krillin's chest, “That’s just so typical of you.”

“Yep,” Goku said through a chuckle to hide his moan.

Vegeta could feel the cock twitch and throb inside his mouth, Goku was going to cum any second now, and it was an entertaining thought if Goku could suppress his moan.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m needing to use the computer quickly to—“

“Now?!” Goku’s voice near cracked, and he began tapping on Vegeta’s head again as though he was signalling him to stop.

Like hell was Vegeta going to stop now. He focused most of his attention on the head of the cock twirling his tongue around and grazing his teeth along it before sinking his mouth back down and sucked firmly.

“Are you still needing to use it now? I can wait.” Krillin hummed.

“Y-yeah,” Goku tittered, and he released his grip on Vegeta’s hair, “Just uh checkin' my emails,” there was a click-clack sound coming from the keyboard and Vegeta had to suppress a snicker as he continued to firmly suck on Goku’s cock.

If Krillin were to walk round to the desk, he’d see the computer was off and Goku was just stupidly typing away on the keyboard while staring at a blank monitor screen and biting back his moans.

“Riight, well, mind hurrying as I’m needing to email our vendors, bastards have sent the incorrect invoice again.”

“Ah man hate when that happens,” Goku groaned and his legs started to twitch more.

Vegeta was impressed how well Goku could string a sentence together for this long. Either that or he was doing a terrible job sucking his cock? He was knocked out of his thoughts as he heard a high-pitched ringtone, and he could hear Goku’s sigh of relief as Krillin answered his phone.

“Hey sweetie,” Krillin hummed and then sighed, “Sorry about this Goku, my daughter needs me to pick her up as the wife is stuck in work at the moment. You’re okay to deal with everything while I’m gone, right?”

“Of course, go, I’ll be fine!”

“Thanks, bud.”

Soon as the door was shut, Goku tugged at Vegeta’s hair again and started to thrust upwards while letting out low grunts. Vegeta’s eyes rolled back as spurts of warm salty liquid filled inside his mouth, and he swallowed it down while letting out a moan. He slowly slid his mouth off the satisfied cock and planted a tender kiss on the head before tucking the cock away.

“Gods,” Goku exhaled in relief and slumped back on his chair, “That was a close one.”

“That it was,” Vegeta affirmed and crawled from out of under the desk and stood up. “So—“ he licked the salty residue from the corners of his lips and smirked. “ You have forms you need me to sign?”

Goku gaped at him, his cheeks all flushed from the blowjob. He then widened his eyes as he came down from his euphoric high and clicked his fingers, “Ohh right yeah,” he said through a cheeky smile and pulled out the form from the drawer. “Just gotta sign and date' em is all,” he tittered and handed them to Vegeta to sign.

Vegeta grinned watching Goku slouched in the office chair and catching his breath. He can almost forgive him for giving him such a jaw ache by just how adorable he looked. He leaned over the desk to grab a pen and quickly signed and dated the form before handing it back to Goku.

“See you in a couple of days' time then?” He smirked and grabbed his tank top from the desk.

Goku nodded his head, still half dazed from the blow job.

“It was nice to see you again,” Vegeta winked and pulled his vest over his head.

“Y-yeah,” Goku chuckled, and he let out an audible gulp as Vegeta leaned into him, pressing his index finger and thumb on his chin.

“Who knows, maybe you can return the favour then?” He sucked on Goku’s bottom lip, earning him a low moan.

As he pulled away from the kiss, Goku pouted his lips. Obviously, not happy that Vegeta was leaving, if it wasn’t for the fact he had promised to pick his kids up from his ex’s house he’d of happily spent another night fucking this man into oblivion.

After exchanging their goodbyes between sloppy kisses, Vegeta grabbed his stuff from the locker and made his way to his car with a spring in his step. As much as he hated that little bastard noobkiller, he was so grateful that he had the pleasure to meet their father. Though he wasn’t sure if they’d show their father the messages they had exchanged, but he could only hope Goku will be gullible enough to believe that Devon420 isn’t Vegeta and that it was all just coincidental that the two met during those messages.

On throwing his duffle bag into the passenger seats his phone pinged, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and smiled as he read the text.

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Message from ‘runts father’ :

Hey,

I was just wondering if you’d be interested in going on a date tomorrow night? I know it’s all sudden but I’d like to get to know you better.

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He bit his lip and climbed into his car while holding his glance on the message. Shit, what does he say?A devious plan then popped in his mind, what better way to upset his rival more than to go on a date with his father? Yes, it’s genius. He snickered to himself as he sent his reply.

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I’ll be up for that, I’m assuming you’ll be paying? ;)

Vegeta
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I'll be up for that, I'm assuming you'll be paying? ;)

Vegeta
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Goku smiled at the text message as he finished putting on his jacket. It had been a while since anyone had made him feel the way Vegeta did. Having given up on looking for a relationship after a few unsuccessful dates that left him feeling deflated, Vegeta had walked in at the right time in his life.

For once, he had something else to focus on other than his children and the gym. It was exhilarating, a transition from his regular routine. He retained his broadened smile while messaging Vegeta the details to one of the small restaurants in town.

Warmth spread across his cheeks after he sent Vegeta a text, recalling their intimate moments they had together. Yesterday, in particular, left him hot and bothered for hours afterwards. Vegeta was incredible, he never experienced a blowjob quite like it before. Goku was broken out of his reminiscing thoughts by his son who had grabbed his arm, shaking him and calling his name.

"Dad I really need you to come see this," Goten pulled on his fathers arm motioning him to follow him.

Goku sighed, tucking his phone into his jacket pocket. Perhaps his son had a winning streak in a game and wanted to show him his score. Goku struggled to show any interest in gaming. Though he always tried to show his enthusiasm for his sons, usually he'd say 'great game, son' or 'well done' anything that he'd know would leave Goten feeling even more proud of his achievement.

They entered Goten's room and Goku stood by the doorway staring at the television then switched his attention back on his son's agitated expression.

"Look!" Goten's voice cracked as he pointed at the television showing the message exchanges he had with D3v0n420.

Goku rubbed the back of his head, cocking it to the side and furrowed his brows as he could see how flustered his son was getting. Perhaps someone had beaten him in a game, then again he was generally placid about things like that.

"What is it, Goten?"

Goten looked back at him with a tight lip smile not moving his hand away from pointing at the screen, obviously something had upset him and Goku pursed his lips glancing at the screen raising an eyebrow at the messages before looking back at his son with a perplexed expression. He wasn't sure what his son wanted him to do or say. It looked like some immature messages between two teenagers.

Goten gaped at him and huffed, "Dad, that man you slept with only did that to get to me!"

"That's a bit over dramatic to do that over a game."

"Exactly!"

"Goten," Goku sighed, peering at the messages again "I've brought you up better than this." He shook his head at his son and rested a hand on his hip.

"W-what?!"

"Why did you tell this man that you'd and I quote 'fuck his mom'?"

"Oh my god dad, never mind tha—"

"No, don't 'never mind that' to me, son. You need to message that person back and apologise." Goku glanced at the messages again, staring at them in disbelief, "And perhaps this person should also apologise as well. You both are bad as each other exchanging childish messages like this."

"Dad, that person is Vegeta, who you slept with!" Goten said but saw his father checking his watch, "Dad?"

Goku sighed reading the messages then switched his attention back on his son, "It seems coincidental, I mean Vegeta doesn't seem that petty for starters, and if it were him wouldn't he just have shown up at the front door other than coincidentally meeting me at the gym?"

"Well, yeah but—"

"Exactly, and how would he have known I'm your dad?" Goku asked while giving his son a modest smile.

"I-I don't know dad, but he told me it's him himself!"

Goku lifted his brow, "When?"

"When he was last here, and you were making coffee," Goten dug his nails into his scalp, looking more agitated.

Goku groaned, his son was never keen on him dating since his mother passed away. He could only speculate this was Goten's way to try to stop him from seeing someone. No one could replace his children's mother, but no matter how many times Goku had reassured Goten of this, he would always act up whenever Goku had brought someone new home.

"Look son, I know this is hard for you seeing me going on a date with someone again, and I want you to know tha—"

"You aren't seeing him again are you?!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"For crying out loud, I am telling you that Vegeta is that account, and he slept with you just for revenge, he doesn't care about you!" Goten said nearly shouting at his father. He just needed to get him to understand.

There was a slight pause between them as Goku processed what his son was claiming. He glimpsed at the messages again and sighed. It just didn't add up or make sense why someone would go to the extreme to sleep with someone's parent over a game. From what Goku has seen, Vegeta didn't fit into that type of person to be so petty.

"If he didn't care about me," Goku pursed his lips and made eye contact with his son, "why has he agreed to go on a date with me?"

"To get to me!" Goten said exasperated, why couldn't his father understand, "He knows it's going to annoy me!"

"Goten, I really don't think Vegeta would be that immature and go through such drastic lengths just to rile you."

"Wait, I can prove it's him by going on his streaming channel," Goten grinned smugly as he tapped on the buttons of his control pad, his tongue poked out in concentration as his eyes flickered through the different streaming channels.

Goku rolled his eyes and chuckled at his son's persistence. He glanced at his watch again, checking the time before glancing back at his son's look of dismay.

"It's gone," Goten dropped to his knees, his eyes widening at the blank screen.

"What's gone?"

"His streaming channel, he deleted it!"

"Maybe that person sent similar messages to other people and got his account removed, I really don't understand what is with you teenagers threatening to sleep with each other's parents, it's all so silly." Goku said chuckling to himself and made his way towards the door of the bedroom.

"Damn it dad, I'm telling you it's Vegeta!"

It was evident Goten would not let go of the fact that he believed the person who claimed to have slept with his father was Vegeta. It seemed too much of a coincidence, but then again, it was probably some petty squabble between two teenagers which sadly had ensued during the time Goku had met Vegeta. No way would Vegeta stoop so low like that, right?

Still, those messages seemed to indicate that he had slept with him and the only recent person he slept with was Vegeta. But then, why would he go through so much trouble, he even paid for gym membership, it just wasn't adding up in his mind? Goku shook off his doubts about Vegeta and beamed back at his son.

"Look, I've got to start heading now, you've got Gohan's number if you are needing anything, I'll only be gone for a couple of hours okay?"

"Don't bring him home with you!" Goten cried out and jumped to his feet. His face looked as though he had watched a horror film.

"What?"

"He'll just screw you and make you scream so loud again, knowing I'll hear it all!"

Goku rubbed the back of his neck feeling heat go to his face, "Oh god, I'm still really sorry about that, I promise I'll be quieter next time."

A resounding smack echoed the room as Goten facepalmed himself and let out a small whine, "God damn it dad!"

"Besides, Vegeta has to return home himself as he has to look after his own kids, one of which is the same age as you."

"Do you know what school they go to?" Goten asked, now looking at his father with an inquisitive expression.

"Not really, kinda an awkward question to ask, don't ya think?" Goku said, and he tapped his chin thoughtfully, "I know one of their names is Trunks as I remember thinking that's an unusual name to give to a kid." he chuckled and went to the door of his son's room, "Anyways, I'll see ya later and don't stay up too late you got school in the mornin', Kay?"

His son nodded at him, his attitude had changed and as Goku walked out and gave one glance back to his son he could've sworn he saw a devilish smirk on his face, but it was probably just his mind playing tricks on him.

He shrugged it off as he headed out the front door and pulled out his phone and began texting Vegeta with a self-conscious grin. There was a spurt of electricity felt throughout his entire being, a fervent energy that he couldn't shake off whenever he saw or thought about this man. A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

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Hey,

I'm all ready to go for the date,
where do you want me to pick you up?
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Goku sent the text to Vegeta and awaited his response. Thankfully he answered back quickly giving his address.

Starting up his car, Goku began driving out of his driveway and making his way to his date's address, it didn't take long and eventually came to a stop in front of a nice-looking house with cream-colored walls, black roof tiles and windows across it ranging from wide to tall. He pressed his lips together, unsure if he should climb out of the car and knock on the door, or to text Vegeta informing he's outside?

Nerves kicking in, he brushed his sweaty palms along his thigh and tittered to himself as he anticipated what could go wrong. Would Vegeta still be interested in him? What if his son is right, and he was just being used in some cruel revenge against his son? He scrunched his brows recalling the message exchange his son had with that person, it just made little sense to him for it to be Vegeta, however the messages did heavily hint that they had slept together, and he hadn't slept with anyone else other than Vegeta who he met at the gym. Is it possible that Vegeta is using him? He was brought out of his stupor when he heard a light tap on his window and turned his head to the side to see Vegeta smiling coyly at him.

His stomach plummeted as Vegeta maintained his seductive stare on him and watched as he pointed towards the passenger side asking if it's unlocked. He nodded his head and leaned over to open the door for him.

Opening it, Vegeta hopped into the seat and leaned a bit towards Goku who could smell the spice of his cologne that he had on.

Vegeta then closed the door and buckled himself in as he looked at Goku with that same coy smile and seductive look before he spoke, "So, I’ve searched that restaurant you texted me and you’re right, it’s not somewhere I’ve been before.”

Goku gulped and then gave his date a small smile, "It’s a nice seafood restaurant I think you’ll like, it's a pretty decent place, has good food and prices."

"I bet it does, seems to me, you don't want me to bleed your wallet dry," Vegeta said coyly to which Goku only chuckled at.

"Trust me, I have more than enough money to pay for everything you order and then some."

Vegeta laughed at that, "We'll see about that"

Goku smiled as he felt a warmth in his chest hearing Vegeta chuckle, he began to drive out and to the seafood restaurant.

It took little time to get there and out of the car and inside the restaurant where they were promptly seated at a table waiting for the waiter to come by and give them their menus, the two sat there in silence listening to the other people who were enjoying their meals and talking with one another.

Goku looked at Vegeta seeing him folding his napkin into some sort of shape, and he began to see that his date was getting bored, and he panicked knowing he had to start a conversation.

Before he knew it, words were coming out of his mouth, "So my son really doesn't like you."

Vegeta looked up at him as Goku cursed to himself. That was a stupid conversation starter bringing up your son who doubts your date.

He heard a laugh and saw Vegeta smiling at him, "It's alright I knew he didn't really like me to begin with, especially with the circumstances."

Goku gulped as Vegeta drew the final word out giving him a seductive stare, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Yeah he didn't like that, but before I went out to pick you up, he pulled me aside to show me this conversation he was having with someone online."

Vegeta raised his brow at him, "Why was he showing you it?"

"He thought you were the person messaging him and that you were sleeping with me to just piss him off, silly right?"

As Goku said that, he saw Vegeta's face waver almost as if he was irked about something, but then that vanished as promptly as it came.

"Well it is quite silly but you know how teenagers can get and well he probably is upset you're dating someone."

Goku nodded at him. He knew Vegeta couldn't be that guy Goten showed him in those messages. That person was saying petty things and getting upset over something so childish and with what he has seen so far with his date, he is nothing like that individual at all.

They made small talk until the waiter came by giving them their menus with Goku seeing Vegeta scanning through the menu quickly, presumably in hopes of finding something expensive to eat, and the thought made Goku giggle a bit as he looked through his menu.

The waiter returned, placing their orders with Vegeta ordering a lobster dinner and Goku himself ordering crab legs. They thanked them for their orders and swiftly took their menus from them.

Making small talk as they waited for their meal to arrive, Goku learned a bit more about Vegeta and how he loves to work out and how much he loves spending time with his son and daughter.

Their meal arrived, and the two dug into their food enjoying the flavor and how mouthwatering delectable the food all was.

Goku was halfway through his meal when Vegeta caught his attention with a question, "So when me, and you were getting intimate on our first night together," he smirked as Goku felt the heat rising and let out a nervous chuckle before Vegeta continued, "I was wondering who the lady in the picture was. I know she was your wife, but I'm just a bit curious about it all."

Swallowing the food he had eaten Goku let out a sigh as he thought about his wife again, "Yeah her name was Chi-Chi, and we were married quite young when we both eighteen," he cast his eyes on the table, it has been a while since he openly talked about her to others but Vegeta was taking an interest, and he knew he couldn't keep evading the subject to conceal the anguish he feels.

He drew in a sharp breath and shifted his focus back on Vegeta before he continued with a small exhale, "She gave me my two sons, my eldest Gohan and my youngest Goten then shortly after that she caught an illness, and she died."

He felt a bit saddened as he recalled the memories, but he felt a hand come down onto his and saw Vegeta looking at him, "I lost my wife too shortly after we divorced, and I know the feeling all too well."

Goku felt warmth in his heart as Vegeta said that and gave him a small smile which was returned to him. They went back to their meals and finished up with the waiter coming back after.

The bill was given to Goku who saw Vegeta smirk at him, he pulled out his credit card and handed it to the waiter who scanned it and confirmed the bill to be paid and as Goku was putting it away, he saw Vegeta raising a brow at him.

"I didn't know your name was Kakarot" Vegeta said to him with an inquisitive look to which Goku chuckled.

"Ah it's my real name, my grandfather called me Goku, and it just stuck throughout the years, but you can call me either name if you want"

Vegeta smiled and nodded at him, and he got up along with Goku where they made their way out of the restaurant and to the car.

They both got in and Goku began driving and both men enjoyed the silence of the car trip, enjoying the night sky through the windshield as they finally made their way back to Vegeta's house and parked in front of it.

Vegeta opened the car door and then looked at Goku with a smile, "Thank you for the night out it was fun"

Goku nodded at him, "Yeah it was, and I hope you have a goodnight"

As he said, those words, he felt lips against his and was pulled into a rather sweet and passionate kiss by Vegeta to which he returned before the two separated.

"You have a good night too, Kakarot"

Vegeta went out and closed the car door behind him, and Goku watched as he went to his house and went inside.

Goku began driving again, going to his house, but his heart and mind were reeling from that kiss, and he felt so hot and found himself smiling as he came to a realisation.

He was falling in love with Vegeta.

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Vegeta was steeped in guilt as he stared at his reflection, feeling nauseated on what he had told Goku. His plan was spreading into a large heap of disarray.

‘It was supposed to be a one-night stand’ he muttered under his breath while maintaining his glare on his reflection. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he questioned himself and gritted his teeth, resting his forehead against the mirror.

When he had arrived home from the date last night, his children noticed a sudden transition to his demeanor, he felt stunned, relaxed, surprised just a complete list of varied emotions that he didn’t expect to feel towards his rival's father. And now, he was feeling something in the pit of his stomach, an uneasy feeling that caused his loss of appetite this morning. The feeling was manifesting inside him, like a ticking time bomb threatening to explode any second.

He bitterly regretted telling Goku that his ex died, and now he has to live with that lie. He sighed and leaned back, staring at his reflection again for a moment before his eyes widened in realisation…. What if Bulma were to find out he lied about her being dead? There is no hope in hell she would play along with his lie. He just had to hope Bulma and Goku were to never meet, otherwise he would be digging himself his early grave.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

“Dad?” a softly spoken voice was heard from behind him that made him move his gaze to see his twelve year old daughter's reflection in the mirror.

To not rouse any suspicion that he was drowning in his guilt and cursing under his breath, he turned the faucet on and cupped his hands under it to collect the cold water and splashed it on his face. His breath hitched soon as the sharpness from the cold water touched his face, as it dripped from his face he quickly reached out for the towel rail, grabbing a small towel to dry his face.

“Is everything okay?” She asked with a small look of concern.

“I’m fine Bulla,” he replied while dabbing his face dry with the towel, “have you got everything ready for when you return to your mother?”

“I… n-no?” Bulla sputtered.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at his daughter and flung the towel over his shoulder, “Well don’t you think you should be doing that?”

“Dad, you know you got me for two more nights right?”

“Since when?” Vegeta said, turning around to look at his daughter in disbelief, he was sure they were supposed to go to Bulma's.

“Oh my god!” Bulla groaned as she face palmed “Mom told you all this last night before you went off on your stupid date!”

Vegeta tapped his chin thoughtfully, he recalled getting a call but was drawing a blank at hearing words from the call, “Sorry, I must’ve not heard her,” he shrugged.

“No shit!”

“Language!”

“English!”

“Don’t get smart with me, you know what I meant!” he crossed his arms with his daughter doing the same.

Damn this offspring of his having the same temperament as him. She invariably had him wrapped around her finger.

“I’m only learning from my father,” she smirked at him.

“Me?” he responded in disbelief, “Because your mother has never sworn in her life?” he said in a deadpan tone and watched as she knitted her brows together deep in thought before responding.

“I’ve never heard her swear.”

“Now that I know is a lie, it’s one of the reasons I was attracted to her, her filthy mouth always got me—“he hesitated for a moment feeling his skin prickle recalling his ex-wife's constant cursing at him during their arguments and how they would have steamy hot se- he shook his head of those thoughts as he looked at his daughter straight in the eye “That aside, I do not want to hear you swear again.”

With that, Bulla rolled her eyes at him which in return made him smile. She certainly was growing into a confident person, no fear of speaking her mind and pulls the same facial expressions as her mother.

“Anyways,” she puffed out her cheeks and began twirling her hair, “I was wondering if it would be okay for me to sleep over my friends house, her mom is happy for me to go over?”

“That’s a shame,” he fake pouted at his daughter, “I had planned out an entire day of baking cookies, and doing a makeover with you.”

“Is that a yes?” Bulla questioned her father as she saw he was still pouting at her, “It's not funny dad, I can’t tell if you are joking or being serious!”

“You can go Bulla, I’ll just stay here and bake cookies on my own because your brother thinks it’s not cool to hang out with your old man now,” he shook his head and fake tutted doing his best to hide a grin. It was something he enjoyed immensely — teasing his kids.

“Dad!” Bulla said exasperated,the corners of her lips twitching into a smile.

“I even bought pink icing to go with-“

“Dad please, if you don’t want me to go you can just say.”

“Of course you can go, so long as there are no boys going to be there,” he was now smiling at his daughter and dropping his pout.

There was a scoff followed by a dry heave from Bulla after he mentioned boys it only made him chuckle at her response.

“Ew, gross,” she wrinkled her nose in revolt.

Just the reaction he wanted to see from his daughter, if he could make her continue to show no interest in dating for as long as he could, then there will be no stress of him wanting to knock out those who break her heart.

“Good, keep that attitude till you’re thirty,” he chuckled, seeing her screw up her face at him.

Watching his daughter walk out the bathroom with an occasional glance at him from over her shoulder, left him thinking back on his recent actions on his rivals father and once again left him drowning in guilt. Does he regret sleeping with Goku? Absolutely not. Is he feeling guilty for using him? Yes. Will he stop seeing him? -- he pressed his lips together thinking about it, has he caught feelings for him now? Is this what his problem is?

Usually, he never cared so much about one-night stands, but he just couldn’t shake Goku out of his mind. He stared at his reflection as he thought pensively about it all and what would be the best course of action for the situation he was in before his son interrupted his thoughts as he started calling out for him.

“What do you want Trunks?” he asked making his son go silent with calling out for him, why were both his children interrupting his thinking constantly, he just needed to find a way to deal with this situation before it gets out of hand and the next thing he knows his kids are going to start calling Goku dad, and he would have to hear the delinquent call him dad.He shuddered at that thought as he heard his son begin talking.

“I was wondering if I could go hang out with a friend from school today?”

Vegeta side eyed his son, now Trunks is going out too leaving him alone to have to deal with thoughts of Goku all by himself, but then again he would have the house all to himself, and surely, he could find something to distract him from his current predicament.

“Do you need a lift?” Vegeta pivoted around to face his son and folded his arms, “because I can drop you off since I no doubt will have to give your sister a lift to her friend's house.”

“Oh, um-“ the corners of Trunks’s lips twitched into a nervous smile as his father deepened his stare on him, “th-that’s really unnecessary, I’m actually meeting them in town.” He said with a timid laugh.

Vegeta lifted a brow at his son’s body language. He could tell from the stuttering and shaky laugh that Trunks was hiding something from him. Perhaps this person he is meeting is a crush? He smiled and folded his arms.

“Well, if you are so sure then.”

“Yep, so I’ll start going now,” his son grinned nervously and started to step out the room backwards.

Vegeta chuckled at his son, the last time he was this flustered was when he had a small crush on one of his teachers.

“Oh, yeah,” Trunks raised a finger as though to ask a question, “what happened to your streaming channel?”

Soon as Trunks asked, Vegeta let out a grunt. He didn’t want his son to know that he had temporarily removed his channel knowing the little twerp would try to sabotage his devious plans. Of course, the devious plans did not include catching feelings for the runts father. He gritted his teeth and stared vacantly at a speck of dust on the floor. How the fuck did he miss that when he cleaned the bathroom?

“Father?”

Vegeta blinked up at his son forcing a smile while internally cursing at himself for thinking about the hot sexy— fuck he’s doing it again. Shaking his head, he focused his attention back on his son who gave him a look of concern.

“You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” he smiled at his son hoping his response would suffice.

“So what happened to your—“

“I decided to take a break from it, that’s all,” he lied, and watched Trunks glance up to the side as though pondering on what next to say before giving a half shrug and walked out the room.

Alone again with his thoughts, Vegeta proceeded to look back at his reflection, he now has the house to himself and to do what? — stare at his reflection while giving himself a lecture on how stupid he has been?

No, he would not allow these niggling thoughts to get the better of him. It’s been, it’s done, time to move on. With that, he drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. No more thinking about the consequences of his actions. Albeit it was dumb of him to even pursue his devious plans just to annoy some kid. He did enjoy his time with Goku.

Did enjoy? — he stared thoughtfully at his reflection, his lip curled into a coy smile as an alternative plan manifested inside.

Who said he still couldn’t enjoy spending time with Goku? All he had to simply do was ensure Goku was to never find out that he was used to begin with, that way he can still enjoy getting to know this hot man as well as annoy that kid, yes, it was all coming together now in his brain.

“I’m a fucking genius,” he quietly chuckled to himself and rubbed his hands together.

It wasn’t long till Bulla was ready to sleep over her friend's house, in which Vegeta had a complacent grin on his face during the drive there while Bulla gave him a questionable look. It was the same look Bulma always gave him on knowing he was up to something. Her face soon contorted to a widened smile as they approached closer to her friend's house. Once he pulled over at the house, Bulla glanced over the backseat, then back at her dad.

“Going to the gym?” She smiled as she unbuckled her seat belt.

Vegeta smiled back at his daughter and nodded. He had no plan to work out this evening, well—not that type of work out. He just needed a back-up plan in case what he had originally planned backfires on him. No way was he going to make himself look like an idiot.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she hugged him before flinging her bag over her shoulder and climbing out of the car.

The two gave each other a small nod and smile, and Vegeta watched his daughter enter the house before driving off.

The journey to the gym felt longer than usual as his mind flooded with contradicting thoughts. A couple of times he wanted to make some diversions as he pondered on what ifs, but soon he pushed those thoughts back as he thought about sleeping with Goku again.

That delicious naked body mingled in the sheets after their night of hot, rough sex. His spine tingled and his cock hardened on the lewd thoughts, feeling the heat rush to his face, he opened his car window a meager to help cool off his filthy thoughts.

Eventually, he arrived at the gym, and he glanced at himself in the rearview mirror before peering down at his hard on.

“Down boy,” he snickered. Was he seriously talking to his erection? He was just glad no one was close by to witness his madness.

He walked inside the gym while mentally doing his best to maintain a calm demeanor and not as someone down for a fuck with the gym owner.

“Vegeta?”

He glanced to the side of him to see Goku standing wearing shorts and a tank top, with a towel draped over his shoulders. His face looked flushed, and hair stuck to him, making it very difficult for Vegeta to ignore his raging hard on.

“I uh — wasn’t expectin’ you here today,” he tittered, scratching the back of his head. His breath hitched as Vegeta pinned him against the wall.

“Let’s just say—“ he smirked, cupping his hand on Goku’s bulge, “I’m full of surprises,” nibbling on Goku’s bottom lip, he gave him a suggestive look.

He needed him, wanted him, wanted to fuck this man's brains out. He was intoxicated in this man's scent, his appearance, just everything about him dominating his thoughts day in and day out pushing all rational thoughts aside.

“I-I’m free tonight if you wanna—“ Goku’s breath hitched again, and a small moan slipped past his lips when Vegeta rubbed between his legs. “Gods, Vegeta,” he moaned softly and pulled Vegeta in for an open mouthed kiss.

Separating from their fiery kiss, the two exchanged a suggestive look, no words were needing to be said — they were both intimately wanting each other...

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Not long after arriving at Goku’s place, he was pulled in for a fervor kiss. He couldn’t help but smirk into their kiss when he felt Goku’s hands tug at his shirt. His erection straining against his pants, and their heavy breaths that mingled in their sloppy kiss only intensified his arousal.

Fingers fumbled over each other’s clothing while they blindly made their way towards the bedroom. The house seemed quiet, from what Vegeta could make out over their lips smacking and low growls rumbling from their chests. Not that he cared if the brat was home or not, he was going to fuck this hot mess either way.

The two stumbled into the room and crashed onto the bed, not separating their lips as they ripped and tugged every piece of fabric off them till they both laid bare.

“Vegeta,” Goku moaned into their kiss and let out a small groan once Vegeta started to stroke his cock. “Gods, I need you,” a low pleading moan slipped past his lips, as Vegeta parted from the kiss and licked, nipped, and sucked on the sensitive part of his neck.

“Oh, you need me?” Vegeta asked with a half-laugh, pressing the tip of his tongue against the warm pulsing neck, rubbing circles, and savoring the taste of Goku’s skin.

Everything about Goku was simply addictive. Vegeta could never get enough of his taste, smell, touches along with that adorable pleading look he gave him. It almost sent his mind on overdrive.

“Perhaps you can show me, just how much of a need you have for me,” he whispered suggestively that made Goku shudder in response.

With that Vegeta ceased his ministrations and pressed his finger against Goku’s shoulder, pushing him onto his back. A smirk formed as Goku gaped back at him with nothing but lust in his eyes before he hovered above Goku’s chest, resting his knees on either side of him, and rubbed the tip of his cock along Goku’s soft, awaiting lips.

He moaned as he felt Goku’s warm, inviting mouth envelope around the tip of his cock. Giving it gentle sucks along with his wet tongue teasing around the sensitive gland.

“F-fuck,” his eyes rolled back when Goku sank his mouth further down his shaft, feeling the tongue caress the underside of his shaft as he did so.

It had been a while since he received a blow-job as wondrous as this. His ex would only give him a blow-job as a ‘reward’ for something simple such as taking out the trash. It was like a task for her to suck his dick. But it was evident this wasn’t seen as a task, but more of pleasure as Goku’s eye’s fluttered shut and hummed in bliss with his cock in his mouth.

Vegeta closed his eyes and began to thrust into Goku’s mouth, basking in the pleasure he was currently receiving.

His breath hitched as fingers approached his uncharted territory, feverishly he tapped Goku’s hands away with a nervous smile. Nope, not today, not ever will he have his ass impaled. He watched Goku’s expression transition to a look of confusion as he slipped his lips off his cock, and wiped away the saliva from around his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Is everything okay?”

Vegeta pressed his lips together, ‘no, for he tried to finger his ass’ he thought to himself before verbally responding with, “Yes.”

He exhaled in relief as Goku lifted his brows and shrugged, “Sorry, I shoulda asked before surprising ya like that,” he tittered, palming his hand around Vegeta’s cock and started to pump his shaft.

This was silly, silly for him to be so nervous about being stimulated in other ways. For now, Goku seemed content with what they were doing. He didn’t seem to question his reaction, but instead moved his focus on pleasuring him elsewhere.

He shivered, letting out a small groan of satisfaction when Goku’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. Those beautiful lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, sliding down the rigid shaft, and the head of his cock burying deep into Goku’s throat.

“Fuck,” a sensual moan erupted from him, yearning for more, and he felt the constriction around his cock. It was delightful, pleasurable, just all-around fucking amazing. “Fuck,” Vegeta repeated as if one cuss word wasn’t enough to signal just how great this was.

The way Goku gazed up at him in content, feeding his cock over and over past his slick lips. He’d happily explode in that delicious wet heat, watching the gorgeous man swallow down his essence. Warm, calloused hands cupped his balls and tenderly caressed them. His cock still getting very thorough attention inside Goku’s exquisite mouth.

“You should see yourself right now you look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth,” Goku moaned in response around his dick creating a pleasurable vibration, “Oh, Kakarot,” Vegeta placed his hands on the sides of Goku's face, thrusting more into his mouth. “Fuck yes.”

Moments after, he reluctantly slipped his cock out of the warm, enticing mouth and observed Goku smile with a modest chuckle as he did a couple of languid licks along Vegeta’s shaft before beaming up at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Are ya gonna fuck me?” He asked with his lips curling into an impish grin.

Vegeta shuddered at this, that vulgar mouth, those playful eyes, and that devious smile — of course, he was going to fuck him to the point he couldn’t walk days after. What a silly question to ask. It would be a waste of a visit for only a blow job. Though, he did a wonderful job at blowing him.

“If that’s what you want?” Vegeta smirked and crawled backwards, ensuring to plant a rough kiss and an odd bite along Goku’s muscular body till he was straddling his waist.

An inquisitive glare from Goku made him chuckle, and he grabbed both their erections and began stroking them simultaneously, eliciting a sharp gasp and low moans doing his best to repress his own, as he enjoyed the sensations of the hot rigid flesh rubbed against his.

Goku arched his back, thrusting upwards in time with Vegeta’s movements, he craned his neck slightly to glimpse at their cocks rubbing together before moving a leisurely gaze to meet with Vegeta’s.

“Well?” Vegeta threw him a predatory glare, and he watched as Goku gulped with a nervous look etched on his face, “I’m waiting, do you want me to fuck you?” He moderated his movements along their cocks, and gave a gentle squeeze.

“Y-yes,” he affirmed between his rapid breaths, “fuck me Vegeta.”

“Hm, I don’t know if you sound so—“

“Please, Vegeta! Quit teasin’ and grab the lube already!”

And with that, Vegeta’s focus shifted towards the bed stand where the picture frame of the deceased wife sat on top of. He narrowed his eyes on the picture, seeing a petite woman smiling while holding a bouquet. On staring at it, he felt left a lump feeling in the back of his throat. She may not be there in person, and for the love of god, he hoped she wasn’t currently here in spirit, but her presence was felt through that picture alone.

Prying his eyes away from the smiling picture of the deceased wife, he leaned over and opened the drawer, reaching a free hand inside to grab the bottle of lube, while the other proceeded to stroke his length against Goku’s.

“Vegeta — hurry, please,” Goku moaned and writhed beneath him, his hands roaming along Vegeta’s thighs while Vegeta continued to pump their lengths.

Observing Goku pleading him evoked a small groan of pleasure, his hand finally found the bottle of lube, and he moved himself onto the side of the bed while giving Goku a seductive stare.

“Open your legs,” he ordered and smirked as Goku quickly obliged, and basked in the view of Goku’s body before coating his fingers in lube and crawling between the muscular legs. “You are really eager for me to fuck you tonight.”

“Only for you,” Goku moaned and arched his back as Vegeta began massaging his fingers against his quivering hole.

“Is that so?” Vegeta chuckled, stroking Goku’s cock while rubbing the clench hole.

Low moans reverberated from Goku’s chest, his head tilted back and eyes fluttered shut, almost as if Vegeta was already taking his breath away.

Vegeta licked his lips and maintained his glance on Goku, watching his facial reactions to his touches and slowly pressed a finger in. The clenched muscle loosened around his index, and he was able to push in further, grazing his fingertip over a soft bump inside.

Delicious sounds rumbled from Goku’s chest that propelled him to thrust his finger inside, hard, and fast. Giving him a sample of what's to come. Feeling the muscle relax more around his finger, he managed to slide another in and began rubbing circles around the tender spot.

Within an instant, Goku jolted, his eyes cracked open as he moaned aloud, rocking his hips, and fucking himself with Vegeta’s fingers. He chanted out Vegeta’s name under his shaky moans, and his eyes rolled in bliss as Vegeta slipped in a third finger, and rubbed along the sensitive area while he continued to rock his hips against Vegeta’s fingers.

Vegeta slowly stroked Goku's cock until pearly fluid oozed over his clenched first. Every upward stroke of his hand and deep thrust of his fingers stole a sharp gasp from Goku’s throat, which rapidly devolved into a desperate moan.

“Keep — going,” Goku managed to say under a pleading moan, his face scrunched up in pleasure and body quivered in each hard thrust that was met.

“I want your eyes on me while I fuck your brains out,” Vegeta smirked hearing Goku groan at his words.

“Vegeta—“

“Are you sure you want this?” Vegeta asked, pulling his fingers out and rubbing his erection against Goku’s ass.

“Uh-huh, gods, just fuck me already,” Goku begged while rolling his hips against him, eager to feel the cock breach his hole.

“My—such language,” Vegeta playfully tutted, and tapped his cock against the quivering hole, he had to collect himself as he heard Goku cuss under his breath. Fuck, was it so hot hearing him swear like that, “beg for it.”

“Ah, Vegeta,” Goku whined and grasped his leaking cock.

Vegeta leaned forward and put his hand around Goku's throat, giving him a seductive glare. “Tell me how much you want my cock deep inside you.”

“Please,” Goku begged, “I want it — no, I need to feel your cock inside me!” he saw Vegeta smirk at him before rubbing his cock against his ass but not penetrating him making him groan in exasperation, “Fuck me, Vegeta.”

"How bad do you want it in you?" Vegeta was getting off to this, teasing Goku, dominating him and hearing him curse was such a turn-on.

"Fuck I want you in me so bad right now just please put it in me."

"I don't know Kakarot, you might need to speak up, it's hard to hear you." He grinned, watching Goku rock himself pleadingly against him, he looked exquisite.

"Fucking hell Vegeta, just please put it in me! Please!" Vegeta grinned almost maniacally at Goku as he said that.

“Since you said please,” he chuckled as Goku pouted at him, as if to point out he had said please to begin with.

He scooted forward and guided the tip of his cock against Goku’s hole and gradually pushed inside the loosened opening. A low blissful sigh slipped past his half opened mouth on feeling his cock engulfed in quivering heat.

Goku’s pout soon diminished into a look of bliss, and he dug his nails into Vegeta’s back and wrapped his legs around his waist.

“Yes, fuck me!” Goku moaned, pulling Vegeta into him and kissing him frantically.

The bed springs creaked beneath their fluid movements, that were rapidly mollified by their loud cries of pleasure. The more Goku cussed under his breath, the nearer Vegeta was to his release.

“Fuck yes, Vegeta!” Goku cried out, digging his heels into his lower back.

“You keep talking like that, and I’m—“ he stopped and clenched his teeth, pounding his hips harder against Goku’s knowing he was nearing his release now.

Loud skins smacking, intermingled with their strident cries of pleasure resonated around them. Within seconds Vegeta felt himself come undone.

Vegeta cried out Kakarot’s name and felt himself shoot deep inside the spasming hole. Warmth sensation in his stomach radiated to every muscle in his body. His essence dripped between his legs out of Goku’s ass.

“Oh,” Goku quivered beneath him as he reached his orgasm and painted both of their stomachs white.

Catching his breath, he gazed down at Goku’s flushed face and watched as he smiled and chuckled a little before pulling him down for a kiss. His beating heart rivaled his own, and it was comforting in some ways. He couldn’t recall the last time he had ever felt a similar feeling to this.

They smiled into their kiss before separating and collapsing onto the mattress, before letting out a short exhale of relief, and stared vacantly up at the ceiling.

Vegeta rested his hands on his chest, gnawing on his inside lip, knowing the sex lasted less than five minutes. Well, at least to him, it felt that way. It made him nervous that Goku didn’t speak, he too was just laying there on his back, presumably deep in thought about how short the sex was.

Damn his stupid turn-ons and Goku’s filthy mouth in the bedroom, he was soon pulled out of his self-hatred thoughts when he heard Goku clear his throat and lightly nudge him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Vegeta,” Goku softly spoke and turned to face him.

Vegeta gulped, all worrying thoughts of him bringing up about the short sex session flooding his mind, and he was nervous of what Goku was going to say next.

“I was just wonderin’ what are we?”

“What are we?” Vegeta chuckled, “Well, the last I checked we are both men.”

Goku let out a chuckle at that, but gave him a rather serious expression. Was that the wrong thing to say? Vegeta thought curiously as he stared back at Goku.

“I mean, what are we to each other. We have slept together on two separate occasions and uh—that incident in the office I was just wonderin’ if we were—“

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him, “Friends with benefits?”

“Right,” Goku pressed his lips together and nodded in affirmation.

“We are merely enjoying the freedom of being single while having some adulterated fun together.” Vegeta confirmed, shrugging his shoulders.

Goku gave him a tentative smile, “Of course, I wouldn’t have thought anything else, kinda glad you felt the same way,” he cleared his throat and reached for the duvet.

There was a heavy blanket of awkwardness that permeated the room between them, and Vegeta wasn’t sure what to say other than, “I see.”

“Yeah, so uh… I guess we best get some sleep now, kinda tired after that,” Goku said with a small nervous chuckle and swiftly turned his back towards him.

Vegeta simply nodded as he said that while closing his eyes, reflecting about what Goku had mentioned and asked.

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Vegeta puffed out his cheeks and leaned back in the dining chair, staring at the glass of orange juice before him. The condensation trickled down the glass, tempting him to take a sip and quench his thirst, but instead, he was too busy mulling over what happened last night.

Goku had said nothing since they woke up. He was the first to leave the room to have a shower, leaving Vegeta engulfed in the uncomfortable silence. It left a sullen mood that crept over Vegeta, and he couldn’t help but reflect on what Goku had asked after they had sex.

When Vegeta entered the dining area, Goku was there and placed a glass of orange juice on the table, before giving Vegeta a brief smile and ambled into the kitchen.

It was awkward, and Vegeta didn’t do ‘awkward’. He hated these moments with his ex-wife, where she would say nothing, but her body language gave him the hint that he had done something wrong. It left an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He grumbled to himself, watching the juice ripple from the vibration from his fingers now tapping discordantly on the table before grabbing the glass to take a sip of the fresh citrus drink.

The front door swung open from behind him and moments after, a loud thud of something heavy being dumped on the floor. Vegeta raised his eyebrows on hearing stumbling footsteps approach him, and he whipped his head to the side to see who it was.

When he caught a glimpse, it was Goten looking as though he hadn’t slept, judging by his ruffled hair and shirt half tucked in his pants with one shoelace untied. It was the usual appearance his kids had whenever they had little sleep and rushed out the house.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and drank the juice in silence, hoping Goten didn’t initiate a conversation in relation to why he was here. Oh, how he would take great joy knowing the teen wouldn’t be happy to find out he slept with his father again. It just wasn’t the right time to gloat, not with Goku now sulking in the kitchen.

“Man, that was a good night,” Goten stretched and walked around the table.

Vegeta shrugged and went back to drinking the orange juice. He would’ve had a good night too if it wasn’t ruined by the awkward question after.

Goten had a a complacent grin plastered on his face. He pulled out a chair opposite Vegeta and sat down with his hands rested on the table. Vegeta continued to gulp down his orange juice ignoring the smug expression.

“You have a gorgeous son, you know that?” Goten's smug grin grew when Vegeta’s eyes widened and instantly spat out his orange juice spraying it over the table and himself.

Before Vegeta had a chance to retort, Goku walked in from the kitchen and smiled at his son, unaware of the spray of orange juice across the table and the scandalised expression now etched heavily on Vegeta’s face.

“Hey son, where did ya go last night?” Goku smiled as he wrung his hands together.

“Oh, just visiting a friend,” Goten emphasised on the word ‘friend’ and crossed his arms behind his head.

“A friend, huh?” Goku raised his brows and rested his hands on his hips.

“Yep, we spent all night playing together,” Goten responded while giving Vegeta a sly wink.

Vegeta gaped and slammed the glass on the table. Oh fuck no… he wasn’t liking what this little shit was insinuating. “You didn’t?” He glowered at the teen not caring if Goku saw his irked expression.

Thoughts reeled in Vegeta’s head, recalling his son asking to see a friend and his son’s flustered look when Vegeta had offered him a lift. It all made sense now, the little bastard had planned this as a revenge. He sneered at Goten and clenched his fist.

Goku furrowed his brows at Vegeta, then diverted his attention back on his son, letting out a sigh. He probably had some questions of his own, “So, I’m making some pancakes if you’d like some?”

“Sure, I have worked myself an appetite,” Goten beamed and patted his stomach that brought out a small chuckle from his father and a low grunt from Vegeta.

“That’s good, streaming tonight?”

“Yep, there’s a tournament on,” Goten switched his glance on Vegeta and leaned back in the chair. “Hey, Vegeta— maybe you can join in and watch?”

Vegeta’s eyebrow twitched, Goten was mocking him now. He glanced back at Goku who shifted his glance between the two and lifted an eyebrow. Shit, if Goten continues blabbing about gaming, Goku may put two and two together. He was lucky he came up with a convincing story the last time Goten tried to rat him out.

“I’m going to check on the pancake mixture,” Goku tittered and walked back into the kitchen, Vegeta massaged his temple, uncertain of what Goku’s thoughts were at this precise time.

“Guess you’re not the only one getting called daddy,” Goten chimed that made Vegeta near jump up from his chair and throttle him.

“What?!” Vegeta growled, his eyes narrowing into the stupid mocking grin Goten had.

Goten leaned forward as he drew out his words. “Oh, I think you heard me loud and clear, old man.”

The witticism from him made Vegeta grit his teeth. This little bastard spawn and his never-ending crap, first camping in that tower and now sleeping with his son. The sheer nerve and audacity of this smug bastard.Vegeta sneered and opened his mouth, about to cuss him out with all the curses that he could curse, the door behind him swung open again.

Turning his head around he saw a man come in that bore a resemblance to both Goku and his smug spawn, Vegeta remembered during his date with Goku that he had talked about having an older son who was living out of the house and this must be him.

“Hey, dad?” The other spawn called out and looked over at their direction.

Vegeta could see the curious glint in the man's eye that he wanted to know who Vegeta was, but shook his head as though dismissing his inner thoughts and smiled at his little shit of a brother.

“Oh hey, Goten you seen dad?”

“He’s in the kitchen,” Goten pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

“Right,” he nodded and rubbed the back of his head, “Who’s this guy?” He jerked his head in Vegeta’s direction.

“Oh, that’s just a friend,” Goku chimed in from behind.

Everyone in the room turned their heads to face Goku strolling out of the kitchen. Vegeta felt a sinking feeling when Goku referred to him as just a friend and avoided his glance. Shit, why was he feeling this strange pang of emotions now? His heart felt as though it was constricting, and he swallowed back a solid knot feeling in the back of his throat. Was this guilt?

Goten snorted. “A friend who you bring over to fuck.”

“Goten!” Goku facepalmed and let out a heavy groan, “It’s-it’s n-not like that, it’s uh-“

“Dad, what you do in your spare time isn’t anything to do with me,” his eldest reassured him and rested a hand on his shoulder while he gave Vegeta a questionable glare.

Vegeta wrinkled his nose and looked the other way.

“I won’t be staying for long,” Goku’s eldest continued, “I just came by to tell you the news that Videl is pregnant.”

Vegeta gawped, holy fuck, the hot mess he’s fucking is becoming a grandfather now. That thought alone somehow made Goku more appealing to him, blood now drained from his face and heading elsewhere instead, he crossed his legs and watched a similar surprised expression form on Goku’s face.

“Oh wow, I’m really happy for you, Gohan,” Goku said as he forced a smile and pulled his son in for a hug.

“I’m too young to be an uncle,” Goten whined and rested his head on the table.

“Not too young for an ass beating,” Vegeta muttered under his breath and gave the runt a side-eyed glare.

Goten shot up from his position and frowned at him. Damn, the bastard has good hearing. Vegeta gulped nervously. “What was that?” Goten asked, almost as though he was daring Vegeta to reiterate what he said.

Oh, he’d love to repeat what he said alright. Spawn kill the bastard over and over in a game till he raged quit, and fuck his father some more.

Vegeta dragged his nails along the table doing his best to compose himself and not hurl insults, while Goten gave him a wry smile. Neither paid attention to the conversation going on next to them as their eyes bore into each other.

“You sure you don’t want to stay for some pancakes?” Goku’s voice broke the two out of their daze, and they looked back at Goku still talking to Gohan.

Gohan chuckled, “I’ll have to pass today dad, I got an important meeting to attend. Maybe next time?”

Goku made a curt nod and smiled, he made a swift glance over at Vegeta and darted his eyes away when Vegeta smiled at him. Yep—he’s pissed about something, Vegeta sighed and watched Goku wave his eldest goodbye as they made their way towards the front door.

Once the front door closed Goku’s smile diminished, and he stormed into the kitchen mumbling to himself about pancakes. Vegeta pursed his lips. He looked back at Goten and rolled his eyes as the teen was now glued to his phone.

Loud clatter mixed with Goku rambling to himself was heard from in the kitchen. Which only made the heavy feeling in Vegeta’s stomach grow. A low chuckle brought his attention back to Goten, who seemed more interested in whatever was on his phone than teasing Vegeta further. Oh, how he will have words with his son later.

For now, Vegeta couldn't bear the silent treatment from Goku anymore, and he stood up from the chair, grabbing the empty glass from the table and marched into the kitchen.

He opened the door carefully while clearing his throat, preparing himself for any insults that may hurl at his direction, his eyes began roaming around the black-and-white checkered tiles, the kitchen was immaculate and modern looking, his footsteps clattered along the black-tiled floor as he continued to admire the pristine kitchen.

Of course, that’s not what he strolled in here for, he can admire the kitchen another time, he sighed seeing Goku stare inside the kitchen cabinet with a vacant expression.

“Kakarot,” Vegeta let out a heavy sigh, and placed the empty glass on the counter.

Goku’s eyes drifted towards the empty glass, “There’s orange juice in the fridge and—“

“About last night,” Vegeta interrupted, which erupted a groan from Goku.

“What about it? We’re just friends with benefits, no hard feelings right?” Goku quipped.

“I guess?”

“Great, so don’t need to talk about it,” Goku said as he clicked his tongue and rummaged inside the cabinet.

Vegeta caught a glimpse of an empty mixing bowl with a whisk placed inside it. How long was he procrastinating in here for?

“Kakarot, I—“

“So, when are ya going home?” Goku made a swift glance at him while he pulled out a bag of flour.

“What?”

“Because, as much as I don’t mind the company, I’d rather be left alone right now.”

“Kakarot, what I said was—“

Goku cut in with a hollow laugh, “Yer still here?”

A puff of white flour filled the air between them as Goku slammed the bag down on the counter and went back to muttering to himself while he rummaged through the cabinet again.

Vegeta fanned his hand through the air as the veil of flour started to settle onto the counter, “Look, I can tell you’re upset, and I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

A loud snap resonated in the room as Goku yanked the handle clean off the cabinet. “I’m not upset!”

Vegeta furrowed his brows on the handle in Goku’s hand, “The handle says otherwise.”

There was a moment of silence as Goku stared at the broken handle and gritted his teeth,“Dammit Vegeta!” He slammed the handle onto the counter and combed his fingers through his hair. “I opened up to you, I thought you felt the same way as me and I have never connected with a person not since —“ he paused himself and took a breath calming down, “Not since my wife’s passing.”

Vegeta swallowed and cast his eyes down onto the floor, “I’m sorry,”

“You’re sorry?” Goku chuckled at him, “I thought you of all people would understand since we have somethin’ in common.”

“We do?” Vegeta said, raising his brow as he observed Goku's expression of disbelief. He remembered how he told him his wife was dead as well, “Oh,” he paused himself before speaking again, “Kakarot, I shouldn’t have—“

“Just leave already!”

Vegeta gritted his teeth. This wasn't going the way he thought it would, “Fine, I will leave now!”

“Good!”

“But just so you know, I enjoyed last night and I find you really attractive!” Vegeta shouted at him.

“Yeah?!”

“Yeah!” Vegeta shouted back as he took a step towards Goku, “I love the lewd faces you pull when I fuck you, and that stupid fucking grin of yours!”

Goku's expression switched from anger to shock, “I-I…”

“You are all I’ve been thinking about recently and all I want to do is fuck your brains out, is that too much to ask?!”

“I have feelings you… you fuck!” Goku yelled as he ran his fingers through his hair, Vegeta loomed closer to him and smirked.

God, he loved hearing Goku swear.

“And I have feelings for you!” Vegeta yelled now standing in front of Goku, their eyes peering into one another as silence fell around them, they stared at each other for what seemed like hours before both pulled each other in for a kiss,

“Hey dad, when are the pancakes—“

Vegeta cracked an eye open and smirked into the kiss as he caught Goten staring back at them in bewilderment that soon contorted to an irked expression.

Goku sighed in contentment against their lips before he delved his tongue into Vegeta’s mouth, unaware his son stood by the doorway. Vegeta chuckled his tongue massaged against Goku’s, tasting him while his hand slid down to Goku’s firm ass and groped it, which elicited a brief yelp in surprise.

Goten shook his head and flipped Vegeta off, then stumbled backwards out of the kitchen. The door slammed behind him and instantly Goku broke from the kiss to peer over his shoulder.

“Shit,” he dug his fingers into his scalp, a look of panic on his face. “I was supposed-ta make pancakes!”

Vegeta chuckled, at least Goku had calmed down and seemed in a somewhat upbeat mood. “I’ll help you,” he winked and grabbed the flour from on the counter.

Goku nodded, and scratched the back of his head, “I have feelings for you too ya know.” Vegeta smiled over at him and watched crimson spread along his face.

Vegeta smiled in response. Why was this man so adorable?

The two cleared their throats and grabbed the ingredients to make pancakes. Vegeta bit his tongue. He wanted to confess, tell Goku about his devious plan that had backfired as he caught feelings for him. But the way Goku reacted to last night's conversation left him only guessing how he’d react if he were to find out the truth.

For now, he will take things slow. He smiled when hands roamed down his sides and pulled him in for a warm embrace. He missed this, the human contact, the warmth that it brought, and the happiness that he felt….

He really was falling for the bastard's father, and the more he thought about it, the more he found himself liking the idea of dating Goku.

Vegeta closed his eyes, and relished the gentle touches Goku gave him. That was until he remembered Goten’s smug grin from earlier, and he snapped his eyes wide open — he needs to speak with his son.

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On the ride home, Vegeta couldn't help but feel ecstatic. He was relieved that he was able to clear some air with Goku. However, he knew he still had a couple of more things to clarify regarding his son and Goten. Vegeta groaned internally as this was going to be tricky. If he isn't careful with his words then this ordeal could end up ugly. He pulled up his driveway taking a deep breath. He will have to figure it out later for now he has to get himself situated, and most importantly come up with a plan.

As he entered his house, he was met by his children standing inches by the doorway. One looked more excited to see him than the other. “Afternoon,” he greeted them and raised a brow at Trunks's irked expression. The audacity his son had, considering what he had found out this morning. 

“Where did you go last night?” Trunks asked, and folded his arms.

Was his son being serious right now? Vegeta bit his tongue and calmly leaned his hand against the wall to remove his shoes as he glared back at his son. “I should ask you the same thing?”

He could see small beads of sweat forming above his son's brow who was trying his best to maintain a calm demeanor. 

“You were supposed to pick Bulla up from her friend's house this morning,” Trunks gesticulated, looking away to avoid Vegeta’s glare. 

“Hey!” Bulla stomped her foot and glared up at her brother, “Daddy texted my friend's mom this morning asking if she could drop me off, I told you that.”

“S-still, dad was supposed to be here, and he wasn’t.”

“Well, I’m here now so what’s the problem?” Vegeta lifted a brow at his now flustered son, before he then folded his arms. There were more important issues he needed to resolve, starting with his son and that delinquent. “Actually,” he sneered at Trunks, “I need to have a private word with you…” 

His eyes drifted to his daughter rubbing her hands together with a grin as though awaiting to hear some juicy gossip. He shook his head and rolled his eyes skyward at this, ‘just like her mother’ he thought to himself before giving her a stern look. “This doesn’t concern you, this is between your brother and me.” he motioned for her to leave.

“Ha, someone's in trouble,” said Bulla in a teasing tone, and she began to snicker when Trunks glared at her.

“That’s enough Bulla, go play in your room while your brother and I have a little chat.” Vegeta said sternly, and watched as she poked her tongue out at her brother before skipping towards her room with an angelic smile. 

Oh, how he worried when she hit her teen years she was already pretty fearless and the thought of her starting to take interest in dating scared the living shit out of him. Now, he was currently having to deal with his son going behind his back to sleep with that piece of shit, that piece of shit who has a hot father… fuck, has he got himself into a mess. He groaned, massaging his temples to soothe the migraine that was starting to form and gestured for Trunks to take a seat in the living room.

As they sat Vegeta took in a breath, this had to be handled carefully. Even though he was brimming with anger from that delinquent's claims of sleeping with his son, he had to handle this situation as responsibly as possible.

“Son I never expected you to go to any heights when it came to dating, but just why did you have to choose a low, especially that delinquent?” Vegeta asked his son, noting the incredulous look on his face.

“Really dad, just what the hell?”

“Look I don’t care who you get with, I couldn't care less but just seriously son, why did you have to date him of all people? Not only that but sleep with him as well.”

Trunks groaned, burying his face in his hands. Vegeta rolled his eyes, if his son didn’t want to have this conversation he shouldn’t have fucked the delinquent brat. 

He noticed his son getting up and then turned towards him, “Look dad, what goes on between me and Goten is between me and him. We had a nice time last night.” 

“Oh I bet it was a nice time last night with him alright,” Vegeta snorted watching his son’s whole face go red.

“Screw you dad!”

“Sorry son already did that with the delinquent's dad,” grinning, he saw his son’s hands go up into the air in frustration and slammed his foot down onto the ground.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as his son then stomped off to his room in his frustration, teenagers were so weird these days and so emotional. Then again he could remember a time when he was like that too, so it’s to be expected his son would be the same.

He shook his head, and thought to himself of what to do now. He couldn’t talk to his son now after that concise discussion they had, and his daughter was playing in her room. Thinking to himself he remembered that delinquent talking about a gaming tournament, perhaps he could game for a bit. That would help get his mind off things at the moment.

Starting up the console, and logging in he noticed he had some messages from an unknown person he had never seen before. Bre1fFuker was the gamer tag, looking at the messages he immediately knew who it was. Gritting his teeth he read each of the messages.

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Bre1fFu6ker sent the following message:-

uz homez old man? Ur son say anythingz abt his night with me? ;)

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Bre1fFu6ker:-

lol probs tlkin about it now with himz, neva met sum1 like ur son who moaned soz muchz

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Bre1fFu6ker:-

Uz still tlkin wf him, lol probs tellin youz abt the load I left in him ;)

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The grating of teeth was the only thing that could be heard as Vegeta read through the messages, he was pissed right now. No not pissed… that’s too nice for the situation at hand, livid maybe. No, that won’t work, however Vegeta didn’t care as no words at the moment could describe how angry he was.

This little delinquent shit not only had the balls to fuck his son, but then boast about it. If he wasn’t currently so angry at the moment, he would be impressed someone had the gall to do this to him.  

The final straw was broken as he read the final message sent by the little shit. Seems this kid was determined to mock him as much as possible.

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Bre1fFu6ker:-

Lol watevs then old man, all I can say iz GG ;)

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Letting out a growl of frustration, he threw the controller across the room. He heard it land somewhere, it was probably broken now, but Vegeta didn’t give a shit. This little delinquent shit really wanted to play this game with him, and then fucking mock him afterwards!?

Oh, that little shit was going to regret all of this if he had anything to do about it. Just as he was about to plan what to do he felt his phone go off, pulling it out he saw he had gotten a text message from his ex.

A pang of guilt hit Vegeta, he remembered how he told Kakarot that his wife was dead when in fact she wasn’t. He could still only hope that the two would never meet. Looking at the message he saw it was a reminder for when she was going to pick the kids up.

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Message sent from Bulma:

Hey Vegeta, just wanted to send a reminder ahead of time that I’m going to be picking up the kids at 10am tomorrow.

Hope you’re well, 

Bulma

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He pursed his lips reading the message, Bulma always was straightforward and casual with him even after the divorce. They got along still which was good, and now that he thought about it her taking the kids meant he would be alone. Grinning to himself, it was the perfect time to plan out his revenge on that little shit, not only for the messages but for what he did to his son too.

Sitting back, the plan came together into his head on how best to get back at the brat, making out with his dad in front of him was too small. This plan would be bigger than that, and he would get back at the runt.

Oh yes, with the plan in his head he knew he was a fucking genius for making it.

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Vegeta despised mornings, more so in particular to this morning. Having to ensure his kids got up, and were ready to go to their mother’s house was a pain. Along with having to deal with his moody son, who seemed to still be upset from their discussion last night.

He was thankful when Bulma finally showed up, now she could deal with Trunks and his moody self. At least Bulla was being well behaved compared to her brother, though he was looking forward to tonight. He still had his plan, and without there being kids to watch it’ll make everything go a lot smoother as he gets his revenge on that delinquent.

As they got outside greeting Bulma she gave a concerned face to Trunks who was currently pouting still upset, “What’s wrong Trunks? Usually you’re more chipper when you come to visit me.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, “He’s upset because I grilled him about his taste in bed partner’s.”

Trunks shot him a glare, his face going red as Bulma giggled, “So finally having sex? Who’s the lucky person you’ve been with?”

Vegeta had to hold back a snort, seeing his son’s face go to shock, gaping at his mother. His face getting more red if that was possible. Trunks sputtered for a moment before he managed to compose himself.

“Maybe you should ask dad that since he’s been running off to sleep with this guy he met at the gym.”

Furrowing his brow, Vegeta was almost impressed by the fact his son had the spunk to out him like that. Now seeing Bulma’s eyebrows raise in curiosity as she stared at him and her son. He knew the questions were going to be pouring out soon asking him about who he’s sleeping with now.

“So Vegeta you got someone too? What kind of person are they, as I can only imagine what would cause you to keep running off to sleep with them. Unless they are that good in bed?”

If only the ground would swallow him right now, he wouldn’t have to deal with these questions. Though he knew better than to not answer them, lest Bulma would blow up his phone with texts and calls.That would prove inconvenient for his plans later on.

“They’re an okay person, like Trunks said we met at a gym, and well things went from there,” he was hoping to whatever god that was out there she would accept this answer, and just go on with the kids. It didn’t help his son was standing there smirking at him, knowing he put him in the spotlight.

“Well that’s great you met someone, and that you're having fun. Same goes for you Trunks, it’s good you got with someone, though do want some condoms sweetie? Always remember to practice safe sex,” Vegeta laughed as he saw his son’s smirk fall right off his face at his mother’s question.

“N-no mom I don’t need any of that stuff,” Trunks sputtered out, prompting a giggle from Bulma.

“You sure sweetie? I can get you condoms, lube, and all sorts of other stuff for you and your partner. Also remember foreplay is very important when it comes to se-”

She was cut off as Trunks scrambled into the car slamming the car door shut, not wanting to hear his own mother tell him about how to have sex. Vegeta watched on laughing as his son did all of that, serving him right for trying to throw him under the bus. Bulma only let out a soft sigh at her son’s antics, shaking her head with an amused smile.

She gave him a wave goodbye before she too got into the car, and drove off with the kids. Vegeta smiled, the kids were out of the way, Bulma didn’t press him too hard for answers on Goku. And now he had time and peace to conduct his plan to humiliate that delinquent.

Making his way back into the house, situating himself in the living room. He pulled out his phone, scrolling down the list of contacts until he got to the one he needed to see. Clicking on the contact, he looked over the previous messages as he recalled the good times that accompanied them. Especially the sex, and the way that deliquent looked on in shock of how he heard his father get fucked by him.

Though as much as Vegeta wanted to relish in the recent good memories, he had to proceed with his current plan. He pondered how he should go about getting Goku to go along with his plan. No doubt the man would object as his son would be home, and wouldn’t want him to hear especially since the delinquent was doing a live stream as well.

Perhaps he could promise that they would be quiet, well at least one of them would be. Vegeta smirked to himself, his plan was genius. The perfect plan for that little shit spawn for sleeping with his son, then having the audacity to taunt him with the information. He couldn’t wait for his perfect time to get his revenge.

The day passed by rather quickly for Vegeta, it seemed as if time wanted to move faster just to speed up to him executing his plan. He was already near Goku’s house, night had fallen, and he knew that delinquent would be up for that gaming event he mentioned. More than likely streaming it too, that would make it all the better.

Parking in front of the house, and making his way to the door he couldn’t help but feel giddy like a little kid as he got to the front door. He had already made calls to Kakarot about coming over and what he wanted to do. Sending a quick text to say he was here prompted the front door to open, and for Vegeta to see that familiar face.

Few words were exchanged as he walked inside, Goku only said a couple hushed whispered reminders that they had to be quiet. Vegeta could only smirk, one of them would be quiet most definitely. Before another hushed whisper could be sent his way, he kissed the man silencing the whisper that was replaced with a soft moan.

In a hurry to the bedroom, clothes were taken off of each other. Soft gasps, and moans could be heard as kisses and nips were exchanged between the two. Faintly in the background sounds of a video game could be heard, only slightly beyond the sounds the two were making.

Vegeta grinned to himself, his plan was coming together nicely already. Goku was into everything already with him, and that delinquent he could hear was already gaming. He only needed a little bit more from the runt’s father and then it would be time to put his plan into action.

With a little bit of finesse, and gesturing he got Goku to wrap his lips around his cock. Vegeta groaned, feeling how warm the mouth around his dick was. Getting this kind of pleasure was an added benefit to his plan, a benefit he enjoyed immensely as he thrusted his hips slightly into that wonderful mouth.

“Fuck you’re so good at this, do you enjoy sucking me off so much?”

All he got was a groan from below as an answer, Vegeta made sure to keep his voice low. For now at least he would keep it that way. He could feel Goku tease his head with his tongue, feeling it tease against the slit of his cock. The feeling made him moan, he could feel his own dick twitch in the mouth sucking on him.

“You’re so good at sucking my cock!”

He raised his voice more, causing Goku to look up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked more while thrusting into that warm mouth. That delinquent was going to hear him, and hear how good his father is at sucking him off.

Groaning more as Goku focused his effort on the head of his cock, while lightly grazing his teeth across it. It was such a sensation, sending a shudder across his body. He looked down seeing the man’s face scrunched in concentration as he moved his mouth across his shaft.

The perpetual smirk on Vegeta’s face didn’t falter as he raised his voice, “Is that all you got Kakarot? Come on, I know you can suck my cock better than that!”

Those pleading eyes came out again, almost as if to plead to Vegeta to keep quiet. But he wasn’t planning on being quiet. Not at all, that shit spawn and his little stream needs to hear about how great Goku was at sucking his cock.

“Come on bitch I know you can suck better than that!”

Gods he was getting close, Goku was holding onto his thighs as Vegeta thrusted more into his willing mouth. It all felt so good, getting his revenge, the mouth around his dick. It was all so fucking good, and the way he could feel the teeth grazing his shaft, and head sent shudders down through his body. An intense pressure was beginning to build from the tip of his dick, as pleasure coursed through his whole body. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate.

“Fuck so close now, going to cum in your mouth!”

The pressure built more as they went on, Vegeta kept thrusting himself into Goku’s mouth. It all felt so good as he gripped onto his hair, thrusting into that warm, wet mouth. He knew before long that he was going to cum, with that familiar pressure building more and more. It was going to happen soon, and he couldn’t wait for the moment it happened.

“Come on Kakarot just a little bit more!”

He could hear Goku groan around his cock at his words. Vegeta panted, he was so close now. That pressure was almost close to releasing, he grabbed onto Goku’s head thrusting lightly into his mouth as he felt that wonderful pressure release as he came. Shooting his load straight into the amazing mouth that was around his cock.

And just at perfect timing the door swung open revealing a disgruntled looking teenager. Vegeta didn’t have a chance to ride out his euphoric high before the delinquent’s face turned from being disgruntled to shock, and then disgust as he witnessed the horror before him. Before anyone could react Goten ran away from the sight.

The warm mouth from before left Vegeta’s dick, as Goku got off of it. Chasing after his son saying a stream of apologies that he had to see all of that. Vegeta couldn’t help the pang of guilt he felt, this wasn’t how his plan was supposed to go. The feeling was only reinforced as he heard the delinquent shouting at his father.

“Oh my god dad no! I’m still streaming and you’re naked!! Get out!”

“Oh my gosh Goten I’m so sorry!”

“Just get out dad!!”

The guilt seemed to pile on as the two continued to shout at one another. Goku kept apologizing over and over while Goten kept telling him to get out of his room and to put some clothes on. Running a hand through his hair Vegeta sighed, this wasn’t how things were meant to go. He was currently regretting his plan now.

Getting off the bed he followed the shouting father and son, picking up his discarded clothes and putting them on. Along with picking up Goku’s he entered the bedroom of the two shouting at one another. Goku was still apologizing while trying to cover himself, and the delquinent was shielding his eyes and the camera of his stream while shouting for his father to get out.

“Both of you knock it off!”

Shouting over the both of them, they both stopped and looked at him. Goku looked at him flustered as Vegeta threw his clothes at him, while the brat gave him a glare between his fingers. He sighed again, this was going to be a pain to say, and admit but it had to be said and done.

“Look you two this whole thing is my fault, and don’t say it isn’t because it is. Kakarot you told me to be quiet and I wasn’t, and caused this whole mess to happen. And for you brat, don’t talk to your father like that, he’s only trying to apologize to you for all of this,” silence followed his words as the two stared at him.

Goku had finally put his clothes back on, still looking flustered, and the brat had stopped covering his face with his hands, but his glare still remained on Vegeta. Silence still only followed as the two stared at him, and he could only wait until the two decided to say something to him about what he had said to them.

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Awkward couldn’t describe the situation Vegeta was in. Nor how he was feeling at that moment, as both Goku along with his little shit were all sitting at the coffee table from the other day. The two stared at him, one giving him a soft yet concerned smile. The other glaring at him with slightly unfounded anger at the present situation.

They had all sat down, presumably to talk about the events from last night. To Vegeta the events were a bit of a blur, but he could recall how his plan for revenge had gone off the rails. That was a light way of putting it, since the train went off the trails and crashed into the little shit’s room, where his live stream could see Goku’s body in all its naked glory.

“So uh I figured with this little sit down we could all talk to each other, especially after last night’s……events,” Goku stated, giving a small, yet nervous smile to both of them.

Vegeta grimaced, recalling last night’s events once more. However, he heard a groan coming from the shit sitting near him, seeing as he covered his face with his hands. Goku let out a sigh and continued talking.

“I know it was a rather bad turn of events, but-”

“You call that a bad turn of events, dad!? I was fucking scarred alright. You ran into my room completely naked with your dick hanging out while I was live-streaming! Live-streaming dad!!”

Vegeta watched as Goku sighed before rubbing his temples. He could only imagine how his boyfriend’s mind was going, and that everything was more than likely over the place. Guilt still poured into him from last night as he recalled last night’s events once more.

“Look, son, I understand that last night was crazy, and I apologize for what happened. It was rather unexpected, me and Vegeta were rather loud last night and-”

“If you think calling me to join you both for breakfast this morning after what I had witnessed last night, you can both forget it!”

Goku sighed and rested a hand on his son's shoulder. He gave Vegeta a brief apologetic glance before frowning at his son, who maintained his glare.

“Goten, please —“

“No dad! Everyone has seen your dick now, and now they are making memes of it… MEMES!”

Vegeta pressed his lips together, doing his best to not laugh, as Goku started to fluster and let out a nervous chuckle.

“Look son, please be reasonable, it was an accident alright-”

“Oh, so it was all an accident, huh? Did you also accidentally fall, losing all your clothes and then on the way down got his dick in your mouth, dad!? It wasn’t an accident, he did this whole thing on purpose to get back at me!”

Vegeta watched as Goku sputtered at his son’s statement, feeling more guilt as he watched on. He really didn’t expect things to come to this in the end with his plan, and now his boyfriend was dealing with his son. Sighing, he knew he had to say something to try to maybe disarm this situation even if just a bit.

“I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time he had my dick in his mouth except this time someone barged through the door.”

Observing the two shocked reactions from both father and son, he sighed, “Besides, even if I were trying to get back at you for whatever reason, would I really be doing something so petty and immature?”

Vegeta wasn’t quite sure if what he said had even helped at all. The brat was now giving him a look that was between shock, disgust, and anger, whereas his boyfriend looked flustered instead. Well, even if it didn’t disarm the situation, it certainly did stop the two from arguing further.

Several moments of silence had passed since he had said that, and the two were still staring at him, their faces etched with the same look as before. Vegeta started feeling a bit nervous or perhaps anxious, as the two continued to stare at him. He wanted them to stop arguing, but not like this, more like stop arguing and let's just have breakfast and try to put last night behind us.

Thankfully, the silence was broken when Goku cleared his throat, “So……who wants breakfast now?”

Vegeta watched as the brat huffed at his father, no doubt agitated that the talk had been abandoned. But he nodded, with Goku turning to him with a questioning glance. He nodded as well and was given a small smile in return before watching as he got up to go to the kitchen.

Silence stayed between him and the brat as Goku was cooking up breakfast. It was rather shocking to say the least. Vegeta noted how the brat would glare at him every now and again before looking away. He knew the brat wanted to say something more to him but held his tongue and said nothing, more than likely he wanted to avoid upsetting his father by starting up an argument.

Both didn’t have to wait long as Goku came out of the kitchen with breakfast and laying it on the table. Silence accompanied their meal, to which Vegeta was thankful for, as they didn’t have to talk about how his boyfriend’s twig and berries were caught on a live camera. He could only imagine what the comment section was like seeing it appear on the camera though, and the ensuing shouting that pursued.

The rest of breakfast followed in silence. Vegeta noted that the brat was more violently stabbing his food over and over. No doubt imagining that it was him he was stabbing, looking over to Goku raised concern for him. Seeing the man not pay much mind to his food as he stared on as if he was deep in thought.

Finishing up his food and placing his plate in the kitchen's sink, Vegeta walked back, seeing as Goten walked away from the table grumbling to himself. He expected such a reaction from the brat. However, his father was the one he was more concerned about. Seeing as Goku was still deep in thought as he stared into space.

Vegeta walked up to him and rested a hand on his shoulder, causing Goku to look at him. He gave a small smile, which his boyfriend returned before getting up with his food and going towards the kitchen. He came out a while later, giving him a small smile once more.

“So I was thinking of heading to the gym today and try to work out some. Do you wanna come along?”

Vegeta nodded at his boyfriend’s question. Perhaps some time working out would do them some good to take their minds off last night’s events.

“Okey-dokey, gimme me a sec to get ready and to get the car keys, then we can go.”

Vegeta nodded again to his boyfriend, he needed to get ready himself. It only took a while to get his things together. He had little that he brought with him. Meeting Goku at the door, the two went out to his car and began the silent drive to the gym. It was near deafening for him with silence in the car, he stole occasional glances at his boyfriend, noting the concentrated look on his face.

He could only frown as the drive continued; it didn’t take long for them to get to the gym as Goku’s house was close by to it. Walking in, they both went to their lockers. Vegeta still saw Goku with that fixed look on his face. He sighed before getting his stuff and going to his boyfriend to start their workout, it was certain to be a long one.

The two had worked out in the gym for quite some time, both covered in a sheen of sweat, only stopping to take a water break and to get lunch. Vegeta noticed that Goku was oddly quiet during it all. He seemed to be stuck in his thoughts. He could only assume he was still thinking about everything and what his brat had told him.

Vegeta could only hope he wasn’t reflecting about how this all might be connected to him and how he was trying to get back at his son over a game. Nervousness pooled within him as he thought about what would happen if everything he said caught up to him. That he lied about Bulma being dead and that he had only at first slept with Goku just to get back at his brat.

He could only hope that time would not come to pass. Snapping out of his thoughts he realized Goku wasn’t with him anymore. Looking around, he didn’t see him at all. The gym was mostly empty as it was close to closing time. He pondered where he might have gone, he remembered Goku had an office here as he co-owned this gym with his friend, and began making his way there.

It was a short walk as he made his way to the office, going inside, he saw his boyfriend at the computer. He was still covered in sweat and in his workout clothes as he typed away, staring intently at the screen. Vegeta went towards the desk, he recalled the last time they were both in here together as he was crammed under the desk giving Goku a blowjob as the man talked to his friend.

He couldn’t help the grin that came to his face recalling that time, especially how hilariously Goku was trying to maintain his composure. As he reached the desk his boyfriend looked up, giving him a small smile before looking back onto the screen typing away. Vegeta pursed his lips. It seemed he was still going to be pretty silent, though to be fair, he was on the computer working on things for the gym no doubt.

Then an idea hit him. Perhaps he could take his boyfriend’s mind off both work and last night’s events with a little bit of……reenactment of a past event here and then some.

“You had me worried there for a minute. I was wondering where you went.”

“Ah, sorry about that, you were a bit spaced out at the time and I noticed it was near closing time, so I went back here to put stuff in order then we could both leave,” Goku said as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“I wasn’t the only one spacing out though, you’ve been doing it as well and been oddly quiet as well during our time here.”

He watched as Goku nervously chuckled at him, “Ah yeah, I have been, haven’t I? I’ve just been thinking of how crazy last night got and all of what happened. I hope I didn’t ruin Goten’s channel.”

Vegeta grimaced. He didn’t really think of that and how that might affect the brat’s channel. He knew if it got taken down or suspended, there would be hell to pay. Shaking his head, he got rid of those thoughts. Now was the time to take their minds off this whole situation.

“So you were thinking about last night too, huh? I was as well though despite the events that happened after I must admit you gave me a pretty good blowjob.” the words left his mouth and as they did, he saw how Goku’s face began reddening. No doubt recalling that moment as well now.

“Y-yeah, that was definitely a really good time. I had fun too with it all and the dirty talk,”

Vegeta grinned as he got to Goku’s side, seeing the man getting flustered, “I’m glad you enjoyed it, though perhaps since we both enjoyed it so much we can do a little play-by-play in here?”

“B-but we’re in the office and someone might walk in on us……”

“Don’t worry, it’s close to closing time, and the gym is practically empty, and I didn’t see your friend anywhere at all. Besides, what’s wrong with a little bit of sex with some risk involved, something to take our minds off our thoughts.”

Vegeta watched as Goku gave an audible gulp. He could tell the man was weighing his options on what to do. To quell his boyfriend’s worries, he placed a chaste kiss on his lips, soft yet reassuring it was. He could feel the other set of lips begin to kiss him back, making him smirk into it.

The two got more into it; Vegeta practically had the man pinned between the chair in the desk. Hearing as Goku moaned into their kiss, he groaned in response and began trailing his hands across his boyfriend’s clothes. Reaching the hem of the shirt, he began the process of peeling it off as they continued to make out.

It was a quick process as Vegeta undressed his boyfriend, peeling away his clothes and seeing his sweaty,slick body. Feeling hands on his clothes made him smirk as he let Goku take off his clothes as well. Both soon were completely naked, pressing their heated bodies together as they continued to make out with one another.

Their session soon stopped as the two separated. Vegeta stared into his boyfriend’s eyes, seeing as the pools of onyx stared back at him. He felt a warm feeling in his chest as he continued to stare at Goku, he still couldn’t believe he had fallen for the man he only wanted to fuck to get revenge on his brat.

Now though, here they were, boyfriends and having a good time with each other. Vegeta gestured for Goku to stand up and to move more towards the desk as he kicked the chair to the other side of the room. His boyfriend’s back faced towards him as he lightly pushed down on his back, making his boyfriend bend over onto the desk.

Vegeta smirked as he drank in the sight of his boyfriend bent over the desk, a light sheen of sweat across his toned body. He was dragged out of his stupor by hearing Goku give out a whine, chuckling as he went forward to his boyfriend. Trailing his fingers down his back with featherlight touches, watching as the body below him shivered at the touch, near quivering.

However, as soon as his eyes traveled down to Goku’s ass he stopped himself. Vegeta gulped, seeing as his own cock wasn’t level with his boyfriend’s ass due to his height. Silently cursing to himself and to his parents for cursing him with a non-fuckable height for his boyfriend’s ass. Curse the fucking stupid genetic pool! Curse it to hell!!

He was brought out of his thoughts of cursing his parents and genetics (blaming God a bit too, self-righteous bastard not giving him at least a couple more inches!) by Goku letting out a whine. Vegeta just gulped, he preferred not to ruin the mood now, especially now that they’ve gotten this far. Even if he were to ruin the mood what would he say “Hey babe, seems I missed the sign next to you saying you have to be this tall to fuck your ass across this desk.”

Choosing instead to focus on the sex at hand, he began to debate how he could possibly fuck his boyfriend. He could jump up, and then his dick would be level and go in, but then flop out of Goku as he came back down. Vegeta doubted his boyfriend would be impressed by his newfound “jump fuck” idea he came up with, and no doubt wouldn’t be too thrilled by it in practice.

However, just as his cock was about to lose hope and hardness and the mood spoiled, he had an epiphany. Testing out his newfound idea standing on the tip of his toes, raising his height, he saw he was now fully level with Goku’s ass and could finally deliver the promised fuck. Mentally, he was cheering himself for his brilliant idea. Vegeta King of fucks no matter the height.

Putting his new self-proclaimed title to the test, he finally began slowly easing himself into Goku. Gasps and groans could be heard from his boyfriend as Vegeta pushed the rest of his cock inside before stopping himself, letting him and his boyfriend get used to the sensation once more. He loved the feeling of his boyfriend’s velvet walls around his cock, the pleasure was amazing.

He could hear his boyfriend breathing heavily, as well as hearing pants and groans mixed in with it. Still standing on his toes, Vegeta slowly went out of his boyfriend before thrusting back in, eliciting a gasp from him followed by a moan. Grinning, he kept up a pace of thrusts into Goku, hearing the chorus of gasps and moans followed with each thrust given.

Pants, moans, and groans could be heard as the two continued. Both wrapped up in the immense pleasure of their session. Goku was moaning and panting as Vegeta brushed against his prostate each time. Hearing his boyfriend moan and groan at his ministrations made him smirk, but unfortunately, he was now dealing with a concerning problem.

Vegeta could begin to feel the dull ache of his toes as he kept fucking Goku. The pleasure was overriding the pain but the ache continued to grow as he kept on in his position. If it continued on then he wasn’t sure if he could keep maintaining his position and have his dick slide out of his boyfriend’s ass.

Keeping his thoughts to himself as he kept up his pace, thrusting into his boyfriend all the while thinking on how to alleviate this ache that was traveling through his toes. Looking around for something that might work as a stool he found nothing, not even the boxes from before. Guess Goku picked them up like he was meant to but damn it they would have been a good thing of leverage for him.

He then looked back to the desk that his boyfriend was laid on seeing a part uncovered, he could put his foot up there and get more leverage to fuck. Cheering himself internally for another great idea he came up with, Vegeta began to put his plan into action all the while he kept thrusting into Goku. Carefully angling his hips along with his thrusts he managed to lift up his right leg into the air.

Letting out a hiss as he felt the ache double down on his right foot’s toes he managed to finally get his right leg resting on top of the desk. Letting out a sigh of relief as his toes were able to rest, his relief was short term as it was followed by a moan as he felt Goku tighten around him. Vegeta began to focus more now on the sex, now that he was finally getting some relief from his aching toes he could finally focus on the sex at hand.

“Ah, Vegeta…f-fuck, oh fuck yes!”

He continued thrusting into his boyfriend feeling those velvet walls around him making him groan out. With his whole leg being propped up on the desk he had a new angle to fuck from and was able to better hit and brush Goku’s prostate. Vegeta could tell he was on the mark if the moan, groan, and curses were any indication.

Vegeta continued with his thrusts for a while alternating between shallow and deep, taking one of his hands to reach as far as he could to feel his boyfriend’s body. How it quivered with every thrust he gave, to how he could feel as every moan his boyfriend gave him wracked through his whole body in pleasure. He was getting close and he could tell Goku was as well the way his body quivered and shook as he thrust into him.

“F-fuck!” Goku cried out in bliss, his knuckles blanched gripping tightly on the edge of the desk, his inner walls spasmed and clenched around Vegeta’s cock that elicited a raspy moan from him.

It was exquisite, everything about him was exquisite, from his muscular frame, to his loud breathy moans. The vulgar words that sometimes spilled out of his mouth was an added bonus.

Vegeta moaned out some intangible words, to what he could muster in his brain as he came inside his boyfriend, his orgasm rippling through his body. It left him shuddering, making him forget the dull ache of his other foot with the immense pleasure he felt. He knew Goku was feeling the same as he heard the man moan out and lay collapsed on the desk as his body quivered and twitched.

Taking his foot off the desk and finally letting his toes go down Vegeta felt as his cock slipped out of his boyfriend’s ass. His body was still feeling the effects of the orgasm as he stepped back, watching and hearing as Goku panted and shuddered before managing to lift himself off the desk. He turned to face him and gave him a small smile on his flustered face to which he returned back to his boyfriend.

The two found themselves on the floor, cuddling into one another with their arms wrapped around each other. Vegeta didn’t know how long they had been like this, maybe hours, a couple minutes? He wasn’t sure but he knew quite a bit of time had passed as they were like this. Looking and seeing Goku’s face looking so peaceful with his eyes closed, a small smile still etched on his face made his heart flutter.

He still couldn’t believe he was falling for this man still, the feelings he had were getting stronger for him. But the guilt was as well, he was only supposed to fuck Goku as a means of getting revenege on his shit spawn. Instead he kept going with it and he ended up catching feelings for the man, he cared for him but it didn’t stop the guilt of what he had already done. Lying to this man about his ex and causing drama between him and his son because of him and more.

Vegeta let out a sigh, he could only hope that Goku didn’t find out anything about all of it. Speaking of the man his eyes were open now staring at him, still giving that smile of his. Before he could say or do anything in response he felt lips on his own giving him a soft kiss.

It was sweet and gentle as Vegeta kissed back, feeling as his heart fluttered once more and his feelings grew more. Their sweet moment was interrupted however as they heard the door to the office open. Absolute panic spread across Goku’s face as Vegeta watched on as his boyfriend shot up quickly going towards the desk and grabbing their water bottles they had with them when they worked out.

Before he could say anything he saw as his boyfriend quickly dumped all of the water onto their clothes they had discarded just as the door fully opened. At the door Vegeta saw the man that co-owned the place with Goku, as well as seeing a little girl with him, presumably his daughter. Now realizing he was in fact naked and in front of a man and his daughter he quickly covered himself up with his hands, his boyfriend doing the same.

“H-hey Krillin what’s up buddy h-how are you doin’?” Goku said, chuckling nervously as Krillin just looked on in shock at seeing the both of them naked and quickly putting his hand in front of his daughter’s eyes.

“Goku…...why are you naked and who is he and why is he naked!?”

Vegeta could see that Goku got extremely flustered only to chuckle nervously again, “I uh just had a really intense work out with the new guy here and our clothes just got really drenched from the work out haha”

“Okay…...but why are you in the office and not the showers!?”

Goku let out a nervous titter, his eyes darting between Vegeta and Krillin before he replied, “Uh, well--”

“You two were doing the dirty, weren’t you?” Krillin narrowed his eyes on them both causing Vegeta to freeze on the spot, all common sense he may have leapt out of the window at that precise moment. He cleared his throat watching the girl giggling while she was being quickly ushered away by her father who maintained a knowing look on them both.

“Just next time do all of that in the freaking showers and not the office where I work as well!”

Both men were left flustered and embarrassed as Krillin and his daughter finally left, and Vegeta let out a sigh. Good riddance that they got walked in on again, least this time it wasn’t with Goku deepthroating his cock now that would have been something to explain. Looking over to their clothes which were now soaking wet with both water and sweat, turning his attention back to his boyfriend who was giving him a nervous smile.

“So now that that’s all over and he’s gone, can you carefully explain to me Kakarot why in the absolute fuck did you throw water all over our clothes!?”

“I panicked!”

Vegeta face palmed, “So when you panicked your first instinct was to dump water on our clothes! What the hell are we supposed to wear now!?”

Narrowing his eyes as Goku could only nervously titter, Vegeta could tell that the man was trying to think of something to say. They brought no clothes with them other than their gym clothes they have now. Just what the fuck were they supposed to wear!?

“Well uh I can go see if there’s some clothes in the lost and found and see if there is anything we can wear,” Goku managed another nervous smile at Vegeta’s dumbstruck expression he was giving him.

Before he could say anything to retort, Goku had quickly left the room. Vegeta could only groan, hopefully there was no one left in the gym to see his boyfriend streaking across to the lost and found. He swears to God that if he has to wear some second hand dumb clothes he’ll just go fucking naked instead through the parking lot and into the car.

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Vegeta couldn’t believe himself, here now with Goku next to him the two were walking out of the gym wearing women’s joggers that his boyfriend had found. He couldn’t believe even more that he was talked into wearing them by his boyfriend. He could only fucking pray that no one would notice him or his boyfriend wearing nothing but these joggers, he wouldn’t live down the embarrassment.

“Ah I’m sorry about the wet clothes again, I just panicked and thought if they were that soaked then of course we would have to take them off, and hey we got some new clothes too so at least we’re not walking out naked.”

Vegeta sighed but nodded, at least they were wearing something while walking out. But he did also have to admit looking at Goku he noticed just how much the joggers hugged his body. A neat little thought entered his head that he couldn’t help but smirk about.

“It’s fine, though I will have to say you’re going to have to be punished for this little incident later I hope you know?”

Looking over he could see his boyfriend giving him a knowing smirk. Oh he knew what was going to happen and he couldn’t wait for it either. The two shared knowing smirks as they entered the car and began the drive back home knowing of the punishment yet to come.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck"

Goku kept chanting the curse word above him over and over again, it made sense why he was. The man was riding his cock hard, and with each curse that came out of his mouth just turned Vegeta on more. Although as much as he was turned on, he was more lost in his thoughts.

As Goku continued to ride him, he was thinking about how they were now back in his boyfriend's house and doing this again. And the brat was home as well. A sliver of guilt went through him as he thought back onto what happened last time because of what he did being loud with his boyfriend. Now here they were again with him being ridden and the rider being loud with his chanting.

He was worried they were going to be heard and that more issues would ensue. Maybe those issues would come with the fact that Goku would find him out, and he dreaded that happening. However he soon pulled out his thoughts and guilt as he realized his boyfriend wasn't riding him anymore. 

Instead he was looking down at Vegeta with a confused, disappointed, and concerned expression.

"Are you doing okay Vegeta? I've been ridin' you for a while and you haven't been saying or doing much, are ya not into it?

Vegeta gulped, he looked into Goku's eyes which were looking into his. Seemingly they were trying to find an answer in them but it left him more confused. Clearing his throat though he got his boyfriend's attention.

"Just thinking about all sorts of things right now, though don't worry I'm into it. Especially hearing that filthy mouth of yours as you ride my cock."

He finished talking with a smirk, seeing how now Goku looked down at him flustered. He knew he had successfully distracted him away from him thinking about all the things going on in his head. But for now he could put all those thoughts aside and pay more attention to his boyfriend. 

He thrusted into Goku hearing him moan out at the sensation. Grinning, he continued to thrust, hearing the familiar chorus of moans and gasps that came from his boyfriend's mouth. Along with all of it came a stream of curses that left his mouth that made his whole body shudder hearing it all.

Goku started bouncing on him once more, riding his cock so well as he let out those sounds from his mouth. It was quite a sight for him to behold seeing his boyfriend's sweat slick body and his flustered face. Though admittedly he felt like he would cum soon, given how much his boyfriend rode him already along with how much he kept cursing. 

Fuck, he couldn't help just how fucking aroused he got hearing those filthy words coming out Goku's mouth. It was like a mating call to his dick and he was more than happy to respond to that call. Though he was getting close to ending that call, and he could tell Goku was as well.

His hand came up and clasped around his boyfriend's cock, stroking it carefully and in tandem with his thrusts. His thrusts became more rapid as he began to chase his release, he was so close to cumming. And just as he kept stroking Goku he heard him let out a loud moan as he came across Vegeta's chest and stomach. 

As he did so Vegeta followed suit as he came inside him. His whole body shuddered as did his boyfriend's above him. Soon after Vegeta felt Goku shakily climb off before promptly collapsing next to him, a silly smile now plastered on his face. 

Vegeta returned the smile before leaning in and giving him a chaste kiss. It was short and sweet, as he pulled away he could feel that familiar guilt from before creeping back. But before he could delve into his thoughts and guilt once more he was snapped out of it by Goku talking to him.

"That was a great time, just every time we fuck it's always so great even if things do happen from time to time during it," Goku let out a laugh, which Vegeta shared but his came out a bit more nervously than intended. 

He got reminded of the other night that his plan went wrong and the brat came into the room and everything went to shit. But all seemed well now, for now anyway.

"But as much as I would love to stay and cuddle in here with you or maybe even go another round, we've gotta get up and start making food."

Vegeta gave a nod, but as soon as his boyfriend turned away his expression turned to a grimace. The brat was here, and he knew that he was going to be there for the meal. He honestly wasn't looking forward to it all, but would bear with it for now. 

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Silence filled the air, with the exception of the clinking of silverware hitting the plate. It only made it more awkward for Vegeta as he slowly ate his food; no one had spoken at all since the meal had started. Not even the brat who was here and more than likely heard the sex he and Goku had.

It just made the awkwardness in the air all the more omnipresent for Vegeta, why was no one talking or even making some slight comment on the food. He swallowed nervously, eyeing both the brat and Goku and noting just how calm they were as they ate yet he was the only one here panicking. 

Or maybe Goku was as well but not showing it on his face. Damn it, he was paranoid now. The sex, the meal, the silence, and all of it just now culminating to this awkward silence just made him feel so fucking paranoid. 

He didn't know how long he could take this awkward silence. But thankfully the silence was broken by his boyfriend talking to his brat.

“So, how’s your day been?”

“It’s been good, working on a new schedule for my stream," the brat replied back to his father, he shot Vegeta a quick glare before returning to his food.

“That’s good, I think?” Goku said with a bit of a confused look before turning to Vegeta, “Anyway, we’re having a little get together with some friends and family this next weekend and I was wondering if perhaps you and your children would like to join?"

As soon as the question had been asked Vegeta choked on his food at the shock of the question. Goku gave him a look of worry asking if he was okay to which he gave a strained smile and thumbs up before downing his drink and clearing his throat. He breathed heavily, seeing Goku looking at him with concern whereas the brat just simply looked at him with a raised brow before going back to his food.

Though as his throat cleared and his breathing settled, the shock of the question that Goku had asked him came back. He wanted him to bring his children to a get together party!? Panic went through his body and mind as he was trying to process all this.

"So would you and your kids be able to join us?"

Vegeta swallowed and trying to think of a response, he really wished he could have the ground swallow him up right now. And it didn't help that the brat was looking back at him with a smug grin on his face. That little shit was just loving his struggle to articulate a response, and even more so with his son being brought up.

His mind raced as he thought about what to say, Goku was staring at him expectantly waiting for a response. Fuck this was a high pressure situation, but he couldn't show that on his face if he did then he would get asked questions. But damn it he didn't know what to do, Bulma was going to have the kids next weekend so he would have to come up with some excuse to keep them. 

He looked at Goku and nervously laughing while quickly putting a smile on his face, "Sure I'll be able to come along and bring the kids. It'll be a fun time for everyone."

He kept up the smile hoping his answer would satisfy Goku, and based on seeing his boyfriend's face light up with a smile he knew he had. 

"Alrighty then, I'll go and text everyone and let them know you'll be coming. They'll be excited to meet you and your kids."

Vegeta just kept up his smile letting out another thing of nervous laughter as Goku quickly left the room. He dropped the smile and groaned, how the fuck was he going to convince Bulma to let him keep the kids. More so how to keep the two of them from talking about her so his secret wouldn't be out.

He massaged his temples, as he got lost in his thoughts that were interrupted by laughter. Looking over to the brat he could see the brat snickering at him still wearing that smug ass grin on his face as he got up from his chair. Oh the fucker just loved to see him squirm like this.

"See you at the next meal, old man, wonder how long it'll take for you to finally break," Goten laughed as he walked away back to his room. 

And Vegeta was left alone at the table grimacing as he wondered the same thing.

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck. Why did he promise that and say he would go to that family gathering of Goku's? Now he's even more likely to find out the truth because of his kids. And not to mention that little brat would be there too, hinting at it all and more than likely going to try hitting on his goddamn son as well.

Sitting at the foot of his bed, he tapped his foot on the ground more incessantly as his thoughts raced more and more. How could he make sure his kids don't say anything at all that could compromise everything? How could he make sure to keep that little shit away from his son? So many hows and not enough fucking answers.

Thankfully he was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a knock on his bedroom door and saw his daughter entering his room.

"Hey dad I was wondering when dinner was going to start, it's almost past six already."

"I'll start it soon Bulla, just thinking about stuff right now," he offered her a small smile to which she returned.

"Okay dad, see you in a bit."

With that she left the room and Vegeta let out a sigh. He would need to think more on all this later and also find a way to bring up the gathering with the kids. Though now that he thought of it and Bulla's question about dinner, that might be a good time to bring it up. Make the kids a delicious fucking meal and get them all relaxed and chilled and then talk about it all.

It was all coming together in his head now and he liked the plan, and while some of his plans haven't been the best as of late he was confident in this one and that his kids would agree. With that he made his way out of the room and to the kitchen, ready to make the best damn dinner his kids would ever fucking eat.

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"Wow dad this is the best damn dinner I ever ate."

Vegeta grinned, "Thank you Bulla, and language please."

He and the kids were currently sat at the table eating their dinner, well he and Bulla were eating anyway. Trunks was side-eyeing him, making Vegeta feel a bit nervous. Did he already figure out what he was using this meal for? Pursing his lips he continued eating, the kid was definitely a lot like his mother and how she could just know something was up.

But he kept on eating, making sure not to try and seem like he had an ulterior motive even though he did. Thankfully Trunks soon started eating after a while and Vegeta let out a sigh of relief in his head, especially when seeing the look on his son's face knowing what he was eating was good. Damn right the food he made was good.

Soon after all their plates were cleaned off completely, the kids were in the living room relaxing watching TV as he cleaned up the dishes. They were both good and relaxed now, all he had to do now was convince them both to go and to try not to mention anything about their mother or about his streaming. Finishing the last of the dishes he made his way to the living room.

"Okay I need to talk about something very important with you two," Vegeta said turning off the TV.

Groans were met with in response to him turning off the TV, causing Vegeta to roll his eyes.

"This is serious and I really need you both to be paying attention to what I have to sa-"

"This is something to do with your boyfriend right?"

Trunks' words cut Vegeta off, making him go silent. Fuck, his son was onto him. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes it is, but this is still really important and I really do need the both of you to pay attention okay?"

Bulla nodded and Trunks sighed before nodding as well.

"Now my boyfriend has invited me to a family gathering of his and wanted me to bring both of you as well. And I wanted to ask if you both wanted to go in the first place?"

As the two contemplated their answers Vegeta was secretly praying on his hands and fucking knees in his head the two of them would say no and stay home. It would be a life saver and he could go to the gathering and say how his kids said no, and then drag his boyfriend away for another round of hot, steamy se-

"Sure dad we'll go."

And just like that all his hopes and dreams were crushed in an instant as those words smacked his sex fantasy right out of his head. Damn it all to hell. But he would unfortunately have to deal with it, doing his best to put a strained smile on his face.

"Well that's good, I was hoping you would say yes," Vegeta's brow twitched as he spoke, "I'll be sure to let you guys know when we're going."

With that he turned back on the tv and walked off back to his room. Screaming internally in his head about all he would have to deal and prepare for with this gathering. Though hopefully it will all be okay, so long as none of the kids said anything and he hoped to whatever fucking God there was they wouldn't.

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Before he knew it time seemed to have just flown by, it was a like a fuck you from the world with how quickly the days passed. And today was the day of the gathering and Vegeta was currently driving himself along with the kids(reluctantly he would add)to the gathering.

The drive seemed to go on not as long as Vegeta would hope as soon enough they were approaching Goku's house and many, many cars were parked out in front of it. God what would happen if everything gets revealed here in front of all these people, it would be bad enough already with just Goku finding out.

But with all these people it would be even worse and-

"Uh dad? Are you going to park the car? You've been driving in circles for a while now."

Snapping out of his thoughts he looked in the rear view mirror seeing both his kids staring at him concerned before looking back and realizing he had been doing exactly what Bulla had said.

"Sorry about that, just lost in thought…" he trailed off as he managed to park the car finally.

Getting out and going to the door Vegeta could already hear people in the house chattering away and talking. Again he was secretly praying in his head, this time hoping nothing bad could happen. Looking back at his kids he hoped neither of them would say anything too incriminating.

He could trust Bulla at least, but Trunks he was honestly concerned about. Especially with that delinquent brat in this house, pushing aside those thoughts he finally rang the doorbell. No sooner than he had pushed it the door opened revealing Goku smiling.

"Heya! Almost thought you wouldn't come at all."

"And miss a chance to see you, never," Vegeta smirked as Goku chuckled at his response.

"And I take it these are your kids?"

"Yeah, this is my son Trunks, and my daughter Bulla."

Greetings were exchanged between them, though he noticed that Trunks seemed to be distracted. He kept looking at the door and Vegeta followed his view, there seemed to be quite a few people inside. But one stood out in the line of sight that his son was looking at.

It was the boy.

The little shit was making all sorts of flirtatious signs at his son and no one was fucking noticing in that room full of people!? Gritting his teeth Vegeta saw that the little brat's attention was drawn to him. A shit eating grin on his face as he flipped him and then blew a kiss at his son.

Oh that was it, he was going to knock that fucker into the ground-

"Hey Vegeta you okay?"

His attention was snapped back as Goku addressed him, looking concerned.

"I'm fine, just thought of something irritating, that's all. Why don't we go inside?"

He did his best to put a smile on his face to reassure Goku who nodded and gestured for them to come inside.

For a while they mingled with the guests and nothing happened, Vegeta didn't really speak much to anyone unless they came up to him first, usually with Goku who would introduce them. But it seems his demeanor didn't really impress his friends all that much, especially the friend of Goku's who ran the gym.

The man gave him his clothes back now dry asking him again to not to have sex in the office and leave their clothes there. Vegeta could only nod a bit of a flush on his and Goku's faces as they recalled that night.

Though Vegeta could say he was currently distracted as he was keeping one eye trained on each of his children. Bulla seemed to be fine, he had some issues letting her mingle around with strangers, but she seemed to be doing fine. All smiles and happiness.

On the other hand his son was right next to the brat. He could tell the shit was flirting with his son, his face was all red, and he was doing it intentionally to piss him off given the looks he gave over to him when Trunks wasn't looking. By the gods he felt that familiar anger again and that feeling of wanting to knock that brat into the ground.

His anger alleviated some as he saw Goku coming towards him, all smiles and it made a part of him go soft. And another part go hard upon going over Goku's outfit that seemed to be hugging him very nicely in good places. Maybe he could sneak in a fuck during this party, get a thrill of possibly being caught.

But for now he would have to put his horny away as Goku reached him, the damn tempting, pleasurable horny.

"So enjoyin' the party?"

Vegeta just shrugged, "It's alright I guess, seems you know quite a lot of people."

"Well a lot of them are people I just met when I was younger and grew up with, and the others well I'm not sure about honestly. I just invited them as they were apparently a part of the family even though I never met them," Goku laughed and Vegeta couldn't help but laugh too.

He knew that feeling of dealing with so-called family members that he's never seemed to have met before. Truly it was a peculiar experience.

"Also I'm noticing our son's are getting along quite well, they've been joined at the hip the whole party."

If Vegeta held a cup he would be crushing it right now, all the while imagining it would be the brat's head. Damn he really needed to control his violent imagination, but dang it when it comes to that little shit he couldn't help it. Makes him so mad, but being next to Goku he had to control himself.

"Yeah, it's really nice…"

Sarcasm dripped from his words making Goku laugh.

"I know you and my son haven't gotten along all that well, but I'm glad they can get along well."

Really positive outlook considering the little shit is sleeping with his son just to get back at him, though admittedly he can't say much considering what he's done. But it doesn't mean he still can't have some revenge against the brat, which speaking of revenge.

"Yeah that's all good, but can you come a little bit closer I want to tell you something," Vegeta grinned seeing Goten's eyes on him.

"Okay," Goku chuckled leaning closer, "what is i-"

He was cut off as Vegeta pressed his lips against his catching Goku by surprise before kissing him back. Whilst he was enjoying himself he could see the shit fuming before grinning and kissing his son making a spark of anger go through him.

This little brat wanted to do this shit. Game fucking on.

Deepening the kiss with Goku he could hear him moan slightly, especially as he grabbed his ass. Vegeta couldn't help, but chuckle into the kiss. That little shit couldn't beat him and try to make him more upset than he could him.

Looking back over so he could see Goten he had paused and stopped kissing Goku, the brat stopped kissing his son, which was good. But was now instead just laughing as Trunks was looking away in embarrassment, the fuck was going on-

Oh shit, oh fuck.

He had forgotten that they were surrounded by people, so he quickly stopped kissing Goku who looked confused for a moment before turning around and getting the same embarrassment as him. Everyone's eyes were on them, some shocked, some red faced, and a whole multitude of other reactions.

His face was now completely red as was Goku's, who chuckled nervously at everyone and apologized. Great first impression he gave everyone as a boyfriend to Goku at this family gathering. Making out with the guy and grabbing his ass in front of everyone, really great impression.

But at this point it was oh well, least everyone's attention was off him now as they went about their previous activities. Of which he scanned the room, finding Goku like he did before and seeing him talking to Bulla and Trunks. Curious, he made his way towards them wondering what they were talking about and a surge of worry went through his mind.

The kids could slip up and mention about their mom, or even his streaming channel. Fuck! He began moving quicker towards them, picking up on their conversation as he approached them.

"I'm glad that you both came here with your dad, it's nice to meet you two."

"It's nice to meet you as well, it is nice to see the person who my dad has been spending a lot of time with," Trunks said with a smile as Bulla nodded at his words.

Goku chuckled, "Yeah we've been spending a lot of time together, though he's told me a bit about you guys, and also what happened with your mother. I'm so sorry to hear about that, it must've been very hard to deal with."

"Huh? I'm sorry, but what are you-"

"Hey guys what's going on over here!" Vegeta said as he smiled nervously, thankful he cut Trunks off just in time. But the look of confusion on Goku's face made him worry.

"We were just talking about some stuff and I uh brought up their mom and now I'm a bit confused."

Vegeta let out a bit of nervous laughter as he gave the best smile he could, "Oh you know, they're both still in a little bit of denial of what happened."

"Dad we're not in deni-"

Vegeta cut off his son, giving him a bit of a glare, "In so much denial in fact that I think it would be best to not talk about it anymore. Wouldn't want to upset them."

He gulped seeing as Goku still looked confused with a bit of suspicion, but the look didn't last long as he smiled and nodded to them.

"I understand, I was a bit like that myself when Chi-Chi passed away. Same with Goten and Gohan."

Vegeta let out a mental sigh of relief, he thanked whatever God there was that Goku didn't question anything further.

"Yeah I understand that, it's hard losing a loved one," Vegeta said earning a sympathetic smile from Goku while he ignored the confused looks of his children.

Carefully he wrapped an arm around Goku moving him away from his kids, all the while talking to him more whilst moving away from the current topic as carefully as he could. They ended up spending the rest of the time together at the party talking with one another, and Vegeta could honestly say they had a great time.

The family around them joked about how close they were, that they were acting all lovey dovey. Which made Vegeta question if they even remembered what happened only a while ago when they had their tongues down each other's throats. But hey, if they forgot that then that's good enough for him.

"You know I think we should do stuff like this more often, have another family meal some time," Goku mentioned as they reached the front door.

Everyone by now was already leaving and Vegeta could see that his kids were by the door too. Waiting on him as he and Goku continued to talk.

"Yeah, sure, sounds like it could be a good time. Maybe we could sneak away as well and do some…quick stuff."

Vegeta watched as Goku returned the grin that was on his face already, he knew the man would just be as excited as him to try it.

"That sounds like a fun idea, although for now it would probably be best for you to get going. Your kids are already at the door and it is pretty late already."

Vegeta nodded, "Well I'll see you again Kakarot, hopefully soon for sexy times."

Goku chuckled before kissing Vegeta to which he returned the action, before long the two parted lips and bade each other farewell. He and the kids made their way into the car and Vegeta felt satisfied with himself ending the party on such a good note. Until he heard his son clearing his throat….

"Uh dad quick question since we're in the car now, why did your boyfriend imply that Mom was dead?"

"Yeah daddy, mom isn't dead so why did you lie?"

Letting out a sigh Vegeta turned to face his kids, both giving him a look of concern and curiosity.

"Look I may have told him that your mom might be….dead, but-"

"What the hell dad?!" Trunks exclaimed, making Vegeta sigh again.

"Look it was a heat of the moment thing, and now I have to live with it. Which means no talking about your guy's mom around him, please?"

Bulla shook her head, "That's lying dad."

"I know it is, but just what he doesn't know can't hurt him and he doesn't have to know."

The car was filled with silence as Vegeta then turned it on and began the drive back home. Guilt flooded his body, flushing out the good moments he and Goku had only just earlier.

Chapter Text

A few days had passed since the family gathering, and Goku found himself sitting at the desk in the office, processing data as a favor to Krillin for what had transpired with Vegeta the last time they were at the gym. As he typed absently on the keyboard, his mind reverted to his own thoughts and reflected on the time he had spent with Vegeta ever since their initial encounter.

The events moved fast in his mind, he had only known the man for a while, but over that time he found himself falling heads over heels for the man.After all the times they've fucked so far, spending time with him was always exciting, enjoyable, and sensual. It was almost like a dream, and Goku was certain that he could picture their relationship growing stronger over time.

But over that time things had come up that cast some doubts about Vegeta and who he was. He didn't like thinking like this about him, he felt he knew the man well enough to know that he wouldn't deceive him or anything of that nature. But the things that had come up to cause doubts to form in his mind couldn't just be overlooked.

His son's strange insistence about Vegeta and his unusual hate of the man, the slip up in words the time they both argued with one another, the man's children's bewildered expressions when he brought up their mom was dead. All that and some other details just added up in his head and rubbed him the wrong way with how much doubt it cast on Vegeta's words and actions.

Goku pressed his lips together and tried to shake off the negative thoughts that were now deluged in his brain. There was no way Vegeta would be like that, right?

He wouldn't be like that, he wouldn't be so petty and ridiculous to deceive and use him like that if all the doubts he has were anything to go by. He really didn't like thinking this way, especially given the time he spent with the man and how much he enjoyed it.

He slumped back in the chair with a sigh, unable to do more typing as his hand came up to cover his eyes. He didn't know what to think or believe anymore, but he wanted to believe in Vegeta and that all the doubts he had were wrong and nothing more than accidents and coincidences.

"Hey Goku, are you doing okay?"

Goku's hand came off his eyes revealing Krillin to be one who spoke, his friend looking at him with concern.

"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking about stuff. Why do you ask?"

"Well I saw you out here earlier just staring into space at the computer typing away, then the next you're slumped down with your hand over your eyes."

“Oh,” Goku chuckled and he quickly changed his posture in a way to pretend he was okay, but the way Krillin was looking at him, he couldn’t fool him and so he let out a sigh, “sorry, I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

“I can tell,” Krillin acknowledged, “well, I’m free for a few minutes so let's talk about what's troubling you.”

Goku thought for a moment as Krillin pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, as he awaited for him to speak. Perhaps Krillin could help clear the rational thoughts he had in his mind?

“Do you ever get a niggling feeling that your other half may be hiding somethin’ from you?”

As if lost in contemplation, Krillin leaned back in his chair and tapped his chin before shrugging, “Not really, only times I can think of is when she's wearing sexy lingerie under her uniform and I don’t get to find out till later that evening.”

Goku’s face flush red just at the thought, he really didn’t need to know that information or what his friend got up to in his spare time, granted, it is rather hypocritical of him considering Krillin had walked in on him and Vegeta in the office.

With a nervous smile, Goku rubbed the back of his head. “So, nothin’ like maybe not telling you the whole truth about somethin’?”

“Oh boy,” Krillin shook his head, “trouble in paradise already,huh?”

“No,” Goku’s voice sounded uncertain as he responded and he quickly cleared his throat, “it’s just some things haven’t sat right with me and I feel so bad for feeling that way.”

“Have you spoken to Vegeta about how you’re feeling?”

“I’m too afraid to, I don’t want to upset him,” Goku confessed and casted his eyes down, he felt like a terrible boyfriend already for having these doubts.

“You know, whenever my wife and I hit a rough patch, we spend a night away in a nice hotel, perhaps that’s what you two need?”

“Maybe.”

“Think on it,” Krillin winked, “Anyway, about the gym, I’ve been thinking about a few ways we can bring in more business.”

As Krillin started talking again, Goku bit on his inside cheek, but his voice was growing drony and he was once more lost in his thoughts. Maybe that's what they required? a pleasant evening spent together in the hopes of dispelling any reservations he might have had about him. His mind flashed back to the times they had sex, the obscene noises ringing in his ears stirring his arousal, and then he was reminded of his friend by a slam on the desk.

“So, what do you think?”

“Hm?”

Krillin sighed, smacking his forehead, “You weren’t listening, were you?”

“Y-yeah I was,” Goku became agitated and hoped Krillin wouldn't ask him any more questions, but based on his doubtful expression, it was too late. He was about to ask the dreaded question and anxiously watched as Krillin's words were about to escape his lips.

“What did I say then?”

Shit, Goku swallowed hard as Krillin gave a bemused look at him, it reminded him of the times his wife caught him not properly listening and he couldn’t hold back the nervous chuckle as Krillin maintained his stare on him.

“Got me there,” Goku laughed and put his hands in a surrender position.

“Damn it Goku,” Krillin shook his head and smiled slightly, “take a few days off and spend it with your boyfriend.” he got up from his seat and glanced at his watch, “if you want, I can close tonight.”

“You sure?”

“Of course buddy, you look like you need the time off.”

Goku rubbed the back of his neck, and glanced at the monitor, perhaps it wouldn’t do any harm for him to take some days off. His attention shifted towards Krillin who was leaning over the desk.

“Alright,” he sighed as Krillin smiled at him, “I’ll take a few days off.”

“Great, see you in a couple of days then,” Krillin nodded, and leaned off the desk, “alright, go, I’ll close up tonight.”

With that, Goku jumped out of the computer chair and gathered his belongings from his locker, reaching for his phone as his mind returned to Vegeta. He waved to Krillin as he exited the office, his attention returning to his phone as he made his way to his car, after receiving a message from Goten and then two missed calls. He read Goten's message saying he was starving and shook his head, laughing a little.

His finger lingered over Vegeta’s name in his contacts, he thought for a short while whether to call him or not. Chewing on his inside cheek as he climbed into the driver's seat, his eyes not leaving his phone, he let out a sigh and put his phone away before buckling himself.

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“Yo dad, you’re early,” Gotens voice shouted from the hallway as Goku entered the house.

“Yeah, Krillin let me leave early tonight, I’ve got a couple of days off,” He kicked his shoes off and entered the living room, “thought you were streaming?”

“Been taking a break from that,” Goten shrugged while mindlessly scrolling on his phone, his body sprawled across the couch. “waiting for those memes to die down.”

“Memes?” Goku blinked at him before his mind was brought back to the time he accidentally flashed on his son's stream and he felt his cheeks heat up, “oh,those memes, I’m still really sorry about that.”

Goten shrugged, his eyes not leaving his phone, “meh.”

“So, been up to much while I was at work?”

“Nah.”

Goku pressed his lips together, it can be rather frustrating to have a full conversation with his teenage son, it was like pulling teeth when trying to get more than one word answers from him sometimes.

“I’m thinkin’ about ordering in a takeaway for tonight,” Goku raised a brow as Goten was still mindlessly scrolling on his phone, “I will take your silence as in you’ll be fine with that then,” he sighed and sat on the couch next to him, tapping his son's feet out the way. “I’m planning to spend a couple of nights away.”

“Cool,” Goten yawned, his finger still scrolling through his phone.

“Yeah,” Goku frowned as he took his phone out of his pocket and saw that Vegeta had left no messages or calls.

Usually he’d have sent something to him by now, they’d exchange messages throughout the day, but since the family gathering he seemed a little more distant. This didn’t help the doubts building up inside, he hovered his thumb over Vegeta’s name and glanced over at his son who was now looking at him with a raised brow.

“What’s the matter dad?”

“Oh,” he quickly tucked his phone away and feigned a smile at his son. “Nothin’ much, just been busy few days in work is all.”

Goten rolled his eyes, “let me guess, Vegeta?”

“What?”

“Dad,” Goten sighed and sat up right, putting his phone down on the arm of the couch, “you haven’t been yourself since that family meal.”

“Yes I have,” he cleared his throat avoiding his son's glare, “Alright, maybe I haven’t, I just been thinkin’ on a few things is all.”

“You know he only slept with you just to get to me over a game dad, a game!” Goten flailed his hands and Goku sighed. “But,” Goten frowned and crossed his arms, “I do think he really likes you.”

Goku pulled out his phone again and stared at it pensively, “I’m going to give him a call, do you mind ordering in food for us, you can pick where to order from.”

“You can’t tell me off over how much I spend if I do!”

“Sure,” Goku smiled at him and he raised from the couch heading towards his room while his son began to mumble to himself.

On entering his room, he began texting away his heart fluttering as he did so, he thought on what his son said, perhaps Vegeta does really like him? But why hasn’t he messaged him yet? This was slightly out of ordinary. He took in a deep breath as he sent his message to Vegeta, just as he tried to calm his nerves his phone began ringing and he quickly answered.

“Hey,” Goku smiled, biting the end of his thumb.

“Sorry I’ve not texted you today, been busy,” Vegeta responded from the other end of the phone and Goku let out a sigh of relief. “So, you wanted me to call you?”

“Um, y-yeah, I was just wanting to know if you’re free this weekend? I’m planning to book somewhere last minute for us, its okay if you want to say no or-”

“Sure.”

“Hm?”

“Sure, I got some time free, just forward me the details.”

Goku knitted his brows together, Vegeta didn’t sound quite like himself but he didn’t want to press further on it, instead he cleared his throat as there was an awkward silence between them. “I was thinking a couple of nights away, if that would be okay?”

“You want me that badly?” Vegeta chuckled and Goku could feel his face heat up.

“Maybe,” was all Goku could muster.

“Well, in that case I hope you rest well as you will not be resting for a couple of nights.”

Goku bit his lower lip, his arousal stirring, and he could hear a chuckle from his boyfriend.

“I can tell you are hard for me already,” Vegeta laughed as Goku let out a small whine, “I look forward to our short break away.”

Goku swallowed hard as the call ended abruptly, his cock twitching against his pants, he puffed out his cheeks as he tried to calm himself and distract himself away from his erection. Just as he began to search up last minute bookings his eyes widened as he saw a message from Vegeta, his heart thudding hard against his ribcage as he opened the message to see an image of Vegeta’s naked body in a mirror reflection, his hand holding his hard cock.

Before he could respond, Vegeta sent a few more images that left Goku feeling weak to his knees, he threw himself onto his bed, his eyes focused on the images as he snaked his hand down to touch his painfully hard cock. God, was his boyfriend so breathtaking to look at.

He wrapped his fingers around his pulsating dick, and began to give it slow strokes while admiring his boyfriends photos, his cheeks reddened as he saw another message.

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Vegeta

You’re touching yourself, aren’t you? ;)

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His cock began to leak pre-cum, his knees trembled and his toes curled as he continued to stare at his boyfriend's mouth watering pictures. He let out a few breathy groans as he started to pick up the pace. The delightful sensation and the waning of the doubts caused his eyes to tear up.

With vivid visions of the passionate, sweaty sex they had and the sex they will have over their two nights away, he allowed himself to lose himself in this moment of ecstasy as he started to close his eyes. He increased the tempo, his breathing became laboured, his heart rate accelerated, his phone dropped to the side, and he clung on the bedding while violently bucking his hips in pursuit of his climax.

When the doorbell rang, he opened his eyes and gasped for air. "Shit," he murmured, wiping the perspiration from his forehead.

“Food is here!” Goten called out loudly.

And Goku quickly collected himself, he picked up his phone with a small grin forming, “I’ll be out in a sec!” he called out and began scrolling online for hotels, lewd thoughts fuelling his mind as he did so, he couldn't wait to have two nights with his boyfriend.

Chapter Text

Vegeta strummed his fingers on his lap as he stared blankly at the traffic ahead.Only occasional words were exchanged, and the awkwardness was laying thick around them. In an attempt to defuse the mounting tension, Goku had turned on the radio. They hadn’t long enjoyed a meal together at the same place they had been to last time, and now, they were on their way to the hotel.

How long can he put on this lie for? Vegeta glanced to the side of him seeing Goku fully focused on his driving and he let out a small sigh. This lie about his ex-wife and the streaming thing was slowly gnawing away at him, and it pained him that he just didn’t come clean, but he didn’t want to lose someone he had caught deep feelings for.

Surely he could live with the lie for as long as he needs to, right? He began to fumble with his shirt as he thought deeply on it. Of course, he has been thinking about confessing, but the fear of Goku never talking to him again just wasn't worth thinking about.

“Are you okay, Vegeta?”

He was abruptly startled out of his reverie by Goku's words, and all he could manage to respond was "yeah."

Was he okay? Fuck no. But was he going to confess that his ex-wife is actually alive? Fuck no.

As they pulled up outside the hotel, they both gazed in awe at the modern building before them, reluctant to tear their eyes away. Slowly, they stepped out of the car, still absorbed by the sight. The white marble walls, adorned with ivy climbing up its surface, created a tranquil atmosphere, accompanied by the soft chirping of birds in the distance.

Vegeta swallowed hard, he was rendered speechless over the efforts his boyfriend had made to book somewhere as elegant as this for the both of them. He slowly turned his attention towards Goku who looked just as amazed as he was before exchanging a half smile.

His stomach felt as though it was in knots as they entwined their fingers, strolling into the hotel together, Vegeta could hear his heart drumming in his ears as they approached the reception, his eyes darted to the toilet symbol that was down the left side of the corridor and he let go of Goku’s hand who gave him a confused stare in return.

“Just needing to use the restroom,” he smiled at him, doing his utmost best to compose himself in hopes his boyfriend couldn’t read the guilt that was ever so slowly wrecking his brain.

“Okay,” Goku smiled at him and approached the desk.

With that, he rushed into the restroom and ran to the sink, turning the faucet on and splashing water on his face. His nerves took over as he held onto the basin and leaned on it.

“Shit!” He muttered through his clenched teeth and glanced at his reflection in the mirror.

His heart pounded against his chest, and bile slowly rose in the back of his throat. He hasn't experienced this kind of emotion with someone since his ex-wife, and oh, did he worry about losing him if he told the truth. At the same time, it was painful for him to keep up this deception, and he was already feeling the physical effects of lying.

Perhaps this was karma well served.

Lost in his remorseful thoughts, he groaned and hung his head low, gazing at the water swirling down the basin's drain. As he listened to the sound of the water pouring, he felt a knot in his gut and bit his lower lip. How in the world was he going to escape this mess?

The sound of the door slamming open causes him to swiftly gather his thoughts, check himself in the mirror, and catch a glimpse of Goku.

“Got the key card,” Goku smiled a little, holding out the black key card in hand.

Vegeta turns on his heel and smirks at him, "Didn't take you long."

“Uh, they just needed me to sign a couple of -” He swallowed as Vegeta was now inches from him, his lips threatening to touch his at any second. “Should we take our stuff to the room then?”

He smiled, his lips just brushing his, “Perhaps we should,”his hand snaked down his torso and hovered by his crotch and he chuckled hearing the sharp breath from him, “would hate for anyone to walk in on us again.”

With that, he pulled back, smirking as Goku tried to lean in for a kiss and pouted when he had pulled away. Fuck, this man always looks hot no matter what faces he pulls.

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As the two entered the room, they were awed by the modernised space, which included a cream king-size bed, paintings on the walls, and a balcony overlooking the lake behind the hotel. Vegeta moved slowly through the room, setting his bag on the floor and continuing to gaze out.

He began to chew on his inside cheek as he looked at the lake and saw a couple sitting on the bench together; they probably didn't have the same worries as he did. For one thing, they probably didn't go to such measures to fuck someone's father tto spite a teen and then develop affections for said father.

After swallowing as he tried to shake the growing worries in his head, a gentle touch on his shoulder helped him relax and bring his attention back to the here and now.

“Hey,” Goku soothed, his hand rubbed along Vegeta’s arm, “What’s on your mind?”

Fearful that he is reading into his guilt, Vegeta turns to face him, grabs him by the waist, and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. As their kiss deepens, they press their bodies,and wrap their arms around each other.

His heart beating rapidly against his chest as he feels blood flow down south slowly stirring an erection but just as he was enjoying this moment, he felt Goku slowly pull back and his facial features had slight sadness.

Fuck, was there something wrong with his kiss or –

“I’ve noticed you’ve not been yourself recently, is everything okay between us?” Goku asked with nervousness in his tone as he slowly pulled away from their tender moment.

“Of course, why would you think otherwise?” Vegeta frowned at him and he could feel the tension bubbling up between them.

“Well,” Goku sighs, his fingers raking through his hair as he avoids his stare. “I’m gonna be honest with you, ever since the family gathering you seem a bit distant.”

“I have?”

“You have,”Goku admitted, “And I don’t know if it’s because maybe you are hiding somethin’ from me?”

Vegeta’s eyes widened, his body froze on the spot as he felt a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach as Goku’s features dropped to a more sullen expression.

“I-I,” Vegeta cleared his throat, and watched as Goku made his way to the bed and sat on the edge, with his gaze shifted to the floor. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be doubting you, I don’t want to mess this up, I’m so sorry.”

Goku covered his hands over his eyes and the guilt feeling was building back inside Vegeta, it was hurting him to see his boyfriend looking so hurt and feeling guilty for having doubts, but fuck…was he right to have them.

He slowly approached him on the bed and rested a hand on his shoulder, but Goku didn’t look at him, his face still buried in his hands. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he admitted, bile rising in the back of his throat and he felt his body being engulfed in this heavy weight of guilt.

“I do,” he sniffles wiping stray tears, “I was starting to think that my son was right, that you had just slept with me to get back at him over a game. How ludicrous is that?”

Vegeta bites on his lip, he watches as Goku continues to sniffle into his hands and he lets out a small sigh, “Kakarot, you’re right to have those doubts about me.”

Slowly Goku pulls his hands away and turns to look at him, his eyes wide in shock, “W-what?”

“I never meant to hurt you,I was just wanting payback.”

“Wait,” he slaps Vegeta's hand off his shoulder and instantly stands up from the bed as he furrows his brow at him, “h-how, I mean why? You slept with me just to hurt my son?”

Vegeta pressed his lips together and gave a curt nod, “yeah, and I realise how pathetic that sounds.”

“Oh my god,”Goku shook his head and rakes fingers through hair in disbelief, and began to pace the room.

“I didn’t mean to catch these feelings-“

“Oh my God.”

“Kakarot, please look at me.”

Goku paused, he had his back faced towards him and he shook his head, “I-I don’t think I can right now.”

Vegeta's heart sank at that moment; the man he was developing affections for couldn't even look him in the eye, and he couldn't say he didn't blame him, so he stood up and quickly left the room.

He didn't glance back as he hurried quickly down the corridors and into the lift; he had no idea where he was going, but he needed to get out of that room; seeing Goku like that wounded him, and how the fuck was he ever going to forgive himself for hurting him?

“Fucks sake, such an idiot,” he mumbled to himself as his eyes darted around the buttons and he noticed one that led straight to the bar.

He sighed, well, may aswell drink his feelings now that he’s fucked up a good relationship.

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The bar was rather quiet, with only a few people sitting at tables conversing among themselves while having a glass of wine. Vegeta took a seat on a barstool near the bar, empty shot glasses next to him, and tapped on the bar, beckoning for the barman to pour him more.

The barman does so without hesitation; this is most likely not his first time witnessing a disastrous dating night. He lined up shot glasses and filled them with brandy.

Vegeta stared at the glasses deep in thought, recalling the first time he met Goku it sent a shiver down his spine, fuck how that man sounded gorgeous when he moaned out his name. He scrunched his nose up, as his thoughts wandered to when Goten camped in the game and kept killing him. That little bastard shit.

But, he had to admit, if it wasn’t for that little shit, he wouldn’t have met their handsome as fuck father and he had to go fuck that up now.

“Mind if I join?” A familiar voice from next to him pulled him from his thoughts and he noticed Goku giving a half hearted smile.

Vegeta shrugs and takes a shot wiping his lips along his forearm, “if you want to, although I personally wouldn’t want to sit by me after finding out how much of an asshole I’ve been.”

“Oh?” Goku sits next to him and grabs one of his shots, he quickly downs it and slams the empty glass on the bar table, “man, sounds like you’ve done somethin’ really stupid.”

“I have.”

“Hm,”Goku toys with the empty shot glass, “wonder what that stupid somethin’ is?” He side eyes him with his elbow resting on the bar and hand cupping his cheek.

Vegeta chuckles silently to himself glancing at the shot in front of him, “told a little shit I’d fuck his dad, little did I know his dad turned out to be really handsome.” He downs the shot and places the empty shot glass down in front of him.

“Hate when that happens.”

“Yeah,” Vegeta sighs, and runs his finger around the glass, “I wouldn’t blame him for not wanting to talk to me again.”

“Why's that?”

He kept his stare on the glass avoiding Goku’s glance on him, “because-” he swallowed, “because, what I did was selfish, I didn’t put into consideration how it would affect others.”

“Do you have feelings for him?”

“Of course I do.”

“Did you have those feelings when you first met?”

Vegeta grins as he recalls their first night, fuck, did he love his body, his smell, the noises he made. “Perhaps, I tried to suppress the feelings, but they only grew stronger.”

“So, you got mad at some teenager kicking your ass in a game that you decided to fuck their dad,huh?”

His face scrunches up just at the thought of that incident, “I would hardly call it kicking my ass, he was a camping little shit.”

He frowns as he hears Goku chuckle next to him and he puffs out his cheeks as he tapped his fingers on the bar table, just what did he find so funny?

“And there was me thinkin’ you wouldn’t be that petty,” Goku shook his head, “looks like we both owe Goten an apology, I should’ve believed him from the start.”

The thought of apologising and seeing that smug gits face made him wrinkle his nose in protest and he noticed Goku laugh again.

“I am not sure what you find so funny? I hurt you, you should insult me, punch me or whatever, I deserve it.”

Goku frowned and shook his head, he swung his legs round the barstool so he was facing him. “I am hurt, but I don’t want to hurt you Vegeta, I’m happy to forgive if that’s all you’ve lied about?”

Vegeta swallowed, his eyes widening on Goku’s sullen eyes, fuck, if he confesses about the lie regarding Bulma, would that mean they’d be over for good? His hand balled into fist, his eyes still on Goku’s as he slowly shook his head.

“I-I, that’s all I’ve lied about,” he lied and he mentally cussed himself, great more mental torture for himself later.

“Wait,” Goku leaned in, a serious look on his face, “have you done this to anyone else?”

“Fucking someones parent because they killed me in a game?” he smirked as Goku blushed a little, “no.”

“Okay,” Goku pursed his lips and rested his hand on top of Vegeta’s, “I’d like to continue our relationship, but I want you to promise me that you will not lie to me again.”

“I promise,” Vegeta’s voice is almost shaky as he said, there is no way Goku would ever forgive him if he confessed about his ex.

He mentally cussed at himself, why was it so difficult to just be honest with him? For now, he has confessed to one lie, perhaps in the future he could slip it up during a random conversation or something? Although, that would probably not end as well as this. He notices Goku smiling at him and he feels a flutter in his chest.

They continue to make eye contact as they lean in and begin to kiss. Vegeta pulls Goku closer to him, nearly causing them to lose balance on the stool. It seemed as though time had stopped as they kissed, their breaths becoming faster and little groans escaping past their lips into their kiss.

“Excuse me,”the bartender taps the bar, ruining their tender moment, “you have a room if you are wishing to do that, please use it.”

They both smile at eachother and head back to the room ignoring the bartender shaking his head and muttering his disgust under his breath.

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As they enter the room, they start tugging at each other's clothes, trying not to break their frantic kiss while they help the other undress. Their clothes strewn on the floor next to them as they clumsily make their way to the bed.

After breaking off their kiss, Vegeta shoves Goku onto the bed and smirks as he watches him gaze up at him while biting his lip sensuously.

He then slowly drops to his knees, making sure Goku stays focused on him while resting between his legs, his fingers ghosting over the erect cock that made Goku shiver. He was always so receptive to his touches, and fuck, did he love giving this man pleasure.

He felt the cock twitch against his fingertips as he brushed them along, tracing the veins, making his own cock pulse. His eyes remain fixed on Goku's face, and he smirks as he lowers his head and offers a leisurely lick along the shaft, eliciting a quick gasp and moan from him.

The look of pure need from him only aroused him more, and he wrapped his fingers around the shaft giving it slow, firm strokes, he smirked more seeing Goku writhe in reaction.

With his thumb now drawing circles around the head, he licks up the shaft again, chuckling as he feels Goku buck his hips, demanding him to touch him more. He then kisses his inner thighs and blows cold air, causing a quivering gasp and exquisite sounds. He repeated this several times, listening to the begging cries for more.

Fuck, he could get off listening to his moans alone.

“Vegeta-“ Goku whines, rocking his hips wantonly against him. “Please.”

He smiled as he watched in awe of Goku's reactions to his touches, which were so sensitive to even the tiniest touch, and he loved it. And as he continued to admire him while stroking the erect cock, the guilt from earlier started bubbling up inside him, and he had to quickly brush it off because he wanted to enjoy this moment.

With his free hand, he cupped the balls and gently massaged them before leaning in and sealing his lips around the cock. He fixed his gaze on Goku and slowly dropped his mouth down the shaft. Goku's eyes were half-lidded, his mouth agape, and his breathing quickened.

His full attention on pleasuring the gorgeous man before him, he managed to push back the niggling thoughts as he sunk his mouth further down, ensuring to breathe through his nose as he swallowed around the hard cock and slid his mouth back up, coating the cock in his saliva.

His eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the taste and sensations of the cock slipping past his lips and the moans from above him letting him know he was doing a good job.

When he felt Goku's thighs clamp down on him and begin to shudder, he knew he was getting closer to his release, so he increased his ministrations, sucking harder and faster until he felt the cock twitch in his mouth and begin to leak warm salty fluid down the back of his throat, and he swallowed every drop as more came out in spurts, making sure to swallow every drop before slowly releasing the spent cock out of his mouth.

He smirked at Goku's hot face, licking the salty residue from the corners of his lips before carefully pushing himself up, stroking his hands up along Goku's sides and giving him a delicate kiss before slowly pulling back.

Goku dragged his teeth along his bottom lip, staring attentively at him, and just as he was about to pull him in for another kiss, Vegeta softly placed his palm on his chest, holding him back.

"Wait," he cleared his throat as Goku's face distorted into slight worry, "I want you inside me," he felt his cheeks heat up at such a confession; he never imagined he'd willingly bottom for anyone.

Goku blinked at him, almost as though he was questioning if he heard right, “You sure?”

Vegeta swallowed, his eyes fixed on his as he gave a slight nod, he felt his skin prickle as his heart began to beat fast in anticipation.
“I-I mean it’s fine if you don’t want to or if you want to just fuck me or -”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and pressed his lips against his to silence him, and he felt Goku's hands smooth down along his back,gently flipping him over so he was on his back with Goku on top of him.

A short gasp escaped his lips as he felt fingers wrap around his cock and do slow strokes. As their kiss deepened, his body began to rock against him, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other between their breaths.

Goku pulled away from their kiss and began kissing the side of his neck, mumbling endearments as he continued to rub Vegeta's cock at a delicious speed.

"Fuck," Vegeta murmured under a shaky breath, attempting to keep his eyes open while basking in the sensation, his hands resting on the back of Goku's head as he began to thrust himself into Goku's hand.

Warm breaths against the side of his neck sent tingling sensations down his spine as he continued to thrust into Goku's hand, but soon, the hand moved away and his brow furrowed as he felt the mattress shift as Goku pulled off.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, watching Goku search in his bag for something, his delicious ass on display, he was starting to have second thoughts now as he imagined himself fucking that tight ass again. But his thoughts were quickly diverted as Goku turned to approach him with a timid smile and lube in hand.

As he lay on the bed, his cock aching to be stroked again while he waited for Goku to make his way back to him, he realised how the women he slept with in the past felt when they were waiting for him to reach for a condom. He swallowed nervously, his cheeks flushed as Goku kneeled between his legs, giving him a small smile, and he watched as he coated his fingers with the lube, his legs involuntary shaking slightly.

His heartbeat drummed in his ears as he concentrated on the slick fingers knowing exactly where they were about to go.

As though his thoughts were being read, Goku leaned in slightly as he placed the lube aside, “You sure you want this?”

Vegeta furrowed his brows at him, “of course.”

Goku smiled as his lubricated fingers softly caressed his hole while his gaze stayed fixed on Vegeta's. Slowly, a finger breached him at the same time that his cock was being stroked.The initial foreign feeling inside him faded into pleasure, and Vegeta couldn't hold back the low moans. His face flushed as Goku maintained eye contact; nothing but love and care in his eyes helped him relax even more.

Another finger slid in him, and he felt the fingers curve inside and press against his prostate.His cock twitched in reaction, and he threw his head back, rocking himself against Goku's fingers as they began to circle around the prostate. His skin prickled, his breath sped, and he felt a knot tightening inside him, threatening to release as the movements continued.

Goku stroked Vegeta's cock faster while his fingers applied a little more pressure against the prostate before thrusting his fingers in and adding another digit inside, his knuckles smacking against skin, Vegeta's toes curled, his back arching more, he couldn't hold back the moans escaping past his lips, no matter how hard he tried, this was a whole new different pleasure he'd felt before.

His eyes rolled back and he shuddered as he felt himself release in Goku’s hand, trying to catch his breath while the fingers thrusted faster and harder inside him. Fuck, he wanted him so badly as he tried to match his movements with his hips as he tried to fix a gaze on Goku, his vision near blurry from the intense pleasure.

Quickly, he felt the fingers slide out from him allowing him time to catch his breath. He watched as Goku began to coat his cock in lube before alligning the head against his hole and rested his hands either side of his head as he slowly pushed forward and Vegeta wrapped his legs around his waist.

“Fuck,” Vegeta let out a low moan, his nails dugged into Goku’s back as he felt the thick, hard cock slowly slide inside him.

There was a pause, allowing him to adjust to the cock inside him, his eyes met with Goku’s and instantly they locked lips.Goku slowly pulled back before slamming his hips forward, both of them sharing a moan into the kiss as he continued at this pace, their hearts beating against each other as their chests were flush against each other.

This was a nice change of pace to their usual fucking and he wanted to enjoy every second of it. He felt his cock begin to harden again as he felt Goku’s cock rub against his prostate, and he pulled from the kiss as he lolled his head back, catching his breath between each hard thrust he moaned out.Fuck was he so good at giving as he was at receiving.

Goku paused and leaned back, lifting Vegeta's legs over his shoulders before pushing in and thrusting deeper, harder, quicker, causing Vegeta to become dizzy with the intensity of the pleasure and all the new sensations.

“F-fuck,”Vegeta grasped Goku's thighs tightly and felt them flex with every deep thrust he made, his toes curled as he felt himself approaching his release again, this time more intensely, and his eyes welled up from the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

“Vegeta,” Goku gasped out, sweat sheening his body as he maintained his delightful rhythm, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at him. “Gods, you’re so tight,” he moaned and reached out to stroke Vegeta’s cock rewarding him with even more intense pleasure.

Intangible words escaped Vegeta's lips, his throat beginning to feel raw from the loud moans he couldn't hold back, his body shuddered as he felt himself cum hard, sputters of his cum splattered across his abs, and he felt Goku's thrusts become more sloppy.

Goku moaned out, lowering Vegeta's legs to his sides as he leaned in to kiss him and began to chase his climax, and he could feel Goku's cock twitch inside him as he released deep inside, making him shudder and let out a faint moan as he began to recover his breath, his body slick in perspiration.

They lay still, catching their breath and kissing each other.

“Vegeta,” Goku whispered, brushing his lips gently against his, “I love you.”

Those three words made Vegeta’s heart almost skip a beat as he stared deeply into his eyes, he fought back his tears, this man didn’t deserve what he did, and yet, he forgave him and he gasped as he remembered… there was still one lie he hadn’t confessed to yet. He swallowed, his fingers brushing the side of Goku’s cheek as he forced a smile.

Goku furrowed his brows at him, “what's wrong?”

“Hm?”

“You look upset about something?” He slowly leaned back to sit on his knees allowing Vegeta to slowly pull himself up in a seated position.

“It’s just,” he swallowed, his body felt slightly tender from their rough sex, “I feel bad about earlier where I confessed that I –” he paused as Goku smiled and sighed at him.

“I kinda see the funny side of it,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, “I can see you are genuinely sorry, I believe you do care about me.”

“I do,” Vegeta felt that heavy feeling in his stomach and as he was about to say something else he watched as Goku climbed off the bed.

“I’ll get us a bath ready,” he smiled and began to make his way to the bathroom.

Vegeta smiled slightly as he watched him disappear into the bathroom before throwing himself backwards on the bed. His arm laid across his eyes as he cussed at himself, he knew that someday that lie he had told about Bulma will eventually catch him out. And oh, how it pained him at the thought as he loved Goku too.

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The last two nights at the hotel were like a fever dream; it was wonderful to have uninterrupted sex, which helped them strengthen their feelings for each other. Vegeta couldn't help but develop strong sentiments for the camping little shits father, so he enjoyed spending more time with him and getting to know him. Their short nights away let him realise how much Goku meant to him.

Vegeta’s lips curved into a smirk as he recalled the night before, especially the shower sex they had before leaving, which was incredible. His eyes turned to Goku, who placed a loving touch on his shoulder. And he watched as he opened the front door and signalled for him to follow.

He let out a lengthy sigh as he looked awkwardly at Goku's front door. Admitting his mistakes had never been his strong suit, but he was prepared to go to any length to maintain their relationship.

As they entered the lounge area, they found Goten sprawled on the sofa with a blanket over him, rubbing his eyes as he stretched and looked across at them both.

"Hey dad," Goten yawned before slowly sitting up.

Goku smiled at his son and wrung his hands nervously, "Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah," Goten replied with another yawn, "been streaming all night, turns out those memes actually gained me more followers."

"Oh," Goku blinked at him, and Vegeta had to hold back his grin as he remembered the cock memes that were circulating online. "Uh, anyway we have something we need to talk about."

"We?" Goten questioned, raising an eyebrow at Vegeta.

"Y-yeah," Goku looked over at Vegeta and motioned for him to take a seat. To which he sighed and sat on the chair opposite Goten, as Goku did next to Goten. "so, Vegeta has somethin' to say."

Vegeta gulped, all eyes on him now, making him fidget slightly; way to put him on the spot. His attention shifted to Goku, who was pressing him to speak, while Goten tightened his focus on him.

“Alright, fine,” Vegeta sighed, his palms smoothed along his thighs, fuck, was this going to painful.“I’m sorry.” 

"For?" Goten enquired with a perplexed look on his face, as his father tittered uneasily next to him.

"You know what for," Vegeta folded his arms and felt a vein pulse in his forehead. He hears Goku clear his throat, drawing his attention to him, and lets out a sigh to calm himself before shifting his attention back to the brat. "I confessed to your dad how I found him after making that threat to you online."

"I told you!" Goten jumped out of his seat, scowling down at his father.

"I know, sorry I didn't believe you," Goku stroked the back of his head and tittered as his son continued to stare down at him.

“He used you to get to me!”

“I know.”

“That’s the only reason he’s been sleeping with you this entire time!”

As Goten began to shout and rave at his father, Vegeta cleared his throat to draw attention to himself. This was a mess, and it was his own fault. Why did he have to be so competitive? He noted Goku's glum expression and felt a heavy, uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach.

"That's not the only reason, I -" Vegeta halted, the two exchanged glances, and he cleared his throat again, attempting to displace the terrible guilt that began to well up inside him. "I do care about your father a lot."

"You made me look stupid," Goten said, shaking his head.

"You did that to yourself," Vegeta shrugged, as Goku shook his head.

Damn, if he didn't adore this man so much, he'd have flipped them both off by now. But, as much as it hurt him to admit it, he needs to make amends for the role he played in all this.

There is an unpleasant pause between them as Goten begins to pace the room, grumbling under his breath, while Goku has his face in his hands. And Vegeta despised the uneasy tension that was slowly permeating the air around them all; he had to say something to break the silence at least.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I know that was really childish on my part, even though you had to camp out in that fucking tower and-" He halted, watching Goku frown and shake his head at him, he then averted his gaze to Goten, who was now standing still with his mouth slightly gaping. "If you didn't do that I wouldn't have met your father, so thank you for that at least."

Goten laughed and shook his head in bewilderment, "Imagine being a sore loser."

Vegeta grinds his teeth at that remark. This little brat was really testing it now. "Imagine being a camping little shit!" he retorted.

“Father fucker!”

A mere chuckle erupted from Vegeta's chest; Hell, he'd wear that ‘Father fucker of the year’ title with pride.

 "Yes I am." He replied with a big grin on his face as he observed Goten's disgust rise. Yeah, how do you like that?   thought he could insult him with something he was proud of?

"Stop!" Goku's voice erupted between them, drawing attention to him as he ran his fingers through his hair, "Can we just move on from this now?"

"I'm not the one holding a grudge over a game!" Goten spat, his eyes narrowing on Vegeta.

Vegeta rolls his eyes. "At least I don't make empty threats; I did exactly what I said I would do."

Goku facepalmed. And Goten looks disgusted before looking at his dad.

"I'm mad because you didn't believe me," Goten said with a frown forming.

"Look son, I'm so sorry I-"

“Why you gotta let him back in here, to laugh at my face, huh?!”

Vegeta jumped in front of Goku and glared at Goten, dissatisfied that his boyfriend was receiving the anger when it was never his fault. Fuck it, the brat may direct all of his venom at him alone.

"Be mad at me, not your father; I duped him into believing me and made you out to be a liar," he watched Goten open and close his mouth as if trying to think of a response, and he continued, "Feel free to shout all the insults you can think of at me, but do not take your rage out on him!"

"Alright, fine," Goten softened his tone, "you are a petty asshole who fucked my dad!"

Vegeta snorted.“I think we’ve established that by now.”

“And-and… you suck at aiming!”

“Says the one who camps!”

"Oh my God, that's enough from both of you!" Goku's voice boomed, prompting the two to stare at him while he glared at them both.

Vegeta swallowed and swiftly adjusted himself; fuck, why was he turned on by his boyfriend's hostile tone?

"Sorry, dad," Goten murmured, looking to the floor.

Goku shook his head at them both, "I'm leaving you both here to talk, no insults, and no bringing up whatever happened in that game you two played!"

They diverted their gazes to one another as Goku walked towards the kitchen, grumbling to himself.

“Alright,” Vegeta sighed,“let's both move on from this, you were wrong for camping out in that tower then insulting me, and I was semi wrong for sleeping with your father.”

“Seriously?”

“What? It was a decent night after all,” he shrugged, forming a small smirk at Goten's look of disbelief.

"Oh my God!" Goten exclaimed, his hands covering his face and shaking his head.

“Fine, I was wrong for what I did just as much as you are wrong for sleeping with my son!”

“Hey, we actually care for one another!”

“And you think I don’t care for your father?”

"I know you care about him and he cares about you a lot too," Goten rolled his eyes and sank onto the couch. "You're such an ass for what you did, but at least your son was able to help relieve some of my anger over it." He hummed, a grin on his lips, as he took out his phone from his pocket and began scrolling, disregarding Vegeta's irritation. 

Vegeta glared and flexed his jaw at him, the impulse to fist this little shit so hard that he would be singing rainbow connections slowly building as he balled his hand into a fist while the teen continued to scroll on his phone carelessly. Fuck, he would joyfully stick his foot so far up his ass that he would quack. He took deep breaths and sat down next to Goten, folding his arms and keeping his gaze fixed on him.

Goten carefully placed his phone in his pocket and turned his head to face him with a nervous grin.“Look old man, I promise I won’t hurt your son or anything okay?”

“This isn’t anything to do with my son,” Vegeta said through gritted teeth, and he watched as Goten let out a sigh of relief. Is this bastard for real?

"Alright, so we've cleared the air and yadda yadda, I can go back to my stream and you can go back to spending time with my dad." He leaps from his seat and extends his hand to shake. But Vegeta remains seated with his arms crossed. "Suit yourself," he says, shrugging and turning to leave.

"Sit back down!" Vegeta ordered, his tone stern, and watched as the teen slowly wheeled to face him, wearing a docile expression similar to his children when they were told off.

"O-okay," Goten gulped and reluctantly sat down next to him.

Vegeta groaned and sat back, one knee resting on top of the other, gazing at Goten's anxious expression. 

“I am sorry for what I said,” he lifted a brow at Goten’s slight grin at him, “but I am not sorry for what I did.”

Goten rolled his eyes, “obviously.”

“I am not sorry for falling in love with your dad, he means a lot to me,” Vegeta shifted his glance to the side as Goten let out a gasp, little shit was probably going to mock him now.

“I forgive you,” Goten said,“just don’t hurt my dad, he’s been through a lot.”

Shit. As he gazed across at Goten's stern look, a pang of remorse gripped him; he had no intention of hurting Goku. But he still had that lie, which he has yet to confess.

"I promise I won't hurt your dad," he said with a smile.

Goten jumped up from his seat and smiled at Vegeta, "Good, cos if you do-" he scowled, "I'll do more than just camp in the game!"

Vegeta let out a small chuckle but deep down he was worried: what if his son confesses to Goten about the fact Bulma is alive? He is going to have to admit to Goku that he told a small lie about his ex. He bit on his inside cheek as he thought about it; Goku would not take this lightly, but the guilt was making him feel worse.

"Yo, you good?" Goten's voice jolted Vegeta out of his trance.

"Just some self-reflection," Vegeta cleared his throat and stepped up, "so, we are good?"

Goten shrugged, "Sure," and they exchanged a smile and a short handshake. "Thank you for your apology, old man."

"Anytime," Vegeta said with a small smile, and watched as Goten ran off to his bedroom. "Kids," he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you," Goku's words came from behind him, forcing Vegeta to look over and find him beaming lovingly at him, which made his heart race. God, he adored this man.

"I'm grateful you're giving me another chance," Vegeta stated as Goku softly approached him and embraced him.

"Guess it's something we can all laugh about together, huh?" Goku chuckled and slipped a hand under Vegeta's chin, brushing his lips lovingly against his in a tender gesture.

Vegeta felt his heart race against his chest and his stomach do somersaults as he carefully pulled away from their kiss. He stroked his thumb over Goku's softly parted lips and grinned. This man does not deserve anymore pain, he needs to confess.

"I do have another confession," Vegeta said, pausing to see Goku's worried expression.

Fuck, he can't do it. He can't confess about his ex, not now, not like this. He needs to think of something else to confess to. He rubbed his lips together as Goku wrinkled his brow at him, preparing to open his mouth to speak, but Vegeta pressed his finger to his lips to silence him.

"That night when I asked you to fuck me, that was my first time I um," he clears his throat and swallows his pride as heat creeps up his face, "the first time I've been penetrated."

Goku's worried expression softens and he smiles, a hand gently caressing the side of Vegeta's face, "I could tell, hope I wasn't too rough for ya, I may have gotten a little carried away towards the end."

Vegeta returned the smile; oh, how he adored this cute bastard. He drew him in for a kiss, and the two stumbled recklessly towards the couch, collapsing without breaking their kiss and chuckling in the process. The guilt gradually faded throughout their kiss, and Vegeta relished this loving moment with his boyfriend.

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"I just don't get what she sees in him," Bulla said, her face scrunched up at the TV while Vegeta continued to softly brush her hair from behind. "She would’ve been better off with that other guy."

Vegeta smirked as he listened to his daughter rant about the dating show that she and her mother were so absorbed in. While he didn’t care much for reality shows himself, he was pleased that it kept his daughter distracted from thinking about dating—at least for now.

“If I were her, I’d tell him where to shove his money!” Bulla stated, matter-of-factly, as she reached behind her to grab the brush from her father. “What do you think?” she asked, glancing back at him.

Vegeta gently turned her head forward, then began braiding a few strands of her hair. “Stay still.”

“Sorry,” she giggled a little, “what time is your boyfriend coming over?”

“After your mother has picked you up.”

She turned her head to face him again with a small frown forming on her lips, “you still haven’t told him?”

Vegeta purses his lips and gently turns her head to face forward again, “you need to keep your head still, I’m not as skilled as your mother when it comes to braiding your hair.”

“You know lying is wrong,” she said, shaking her head with a sigh as he gently stilled her head again. “Mom won’t be happy if she finds out.”

He continued to focus on braiding her hair, a low grumble of annoyance came from her as he continued. She was right, but seeing the pain in his boyfriend’s eyes after confessing to sleeping with him to hurt his son,made it hard for him to hurt him any further.

Besides, if Bulma ever found out about his lie, it would probably end with a slap and then some. He swallowed hard, realizing he was in deep shit.

“Dad,” Bulla’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he went back to braiding her hair. “You always tell us to tell the truth, no matter what.”

“That I do,” he replied, narrowing his eyes as he focused on the strands of hair, doing his best to braid it neatly the way her mother does.   

“Then why did you lie to your boyfriend?”

“Adults do stupid things without thinking sometimes, more reason for you to not grow up.”

“Do you not like mom?”

Vegeta paused for a moment and let out a sigh, his daughter was always so inquisitive — much like her mother, “Of course I like your mother, we are still good friends.”

“Then why pretend she’s still dead to your boyfriend?”

“Bulla,”he swallowed as the feeling of guilt crept up inside him. “Look, it’s complicated at the moment. It’s not something for you to worry about, okay?”

She didn’t answer, but he could tell by the subtle shrug of her shoulders as she kept her focus on the TV that she was rolling her eyes at him. He bit the inside of his cheek and returned to braiding her hair.

The awkward silence in the room was now blended with the loud, energetic music from the TV as a commercial aired for the latest kids’ tech. He felt a shift in the air as his daughter subtly turned, and he sighed.

“No.”

“I wasn’t gonna ask,” Bulla replied, her tone laced with denial.

“Sure you weren’t, I might not be able to see your face right now but I can tell your eyes lit up just then.”

“But all my friends have one!”

“Good for them.”

“I’ll just ask mom.”

Just as he was about to lecture her about going to the other parent when she didn’t get her way, he heard the door from the corridor click open. He turned toward the sound, raising an eyebrow as he watched Trunks and Goten stumble out sluggishly.

“And what time do you call this?” Vegeta asked, while he finished braiding one part of Bulla’s hair, his glance still on the two.

“Time you got a watch,”  Goten grinned, only to be elbowed by Trunks, who shot an apologetic look at his dad.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the smart-mouthed little shit, who thought he was being clever with his snarky comment. He then shifted his glare to his son, the kind of look Trunks knew all too well.

No words were exchanged, but Trunks could tell his dad was holding back a sharp remark toward Goten. In a way, Trunks felt relieved his father hadn't fired back at him.

“Sorry dad, we had a late night so had an extra lay in,” he said mid-yawn.

Vegeta glanced at the clock on the wall, anxiety creeping in as his ex was due to arrive in an hour. He couldn’t shake the unease of Goten still hanging around the house. His eyes drifted back to his son, both of them sharing the same nervous expression. Trunks had reluctantly agreed to keep quiet about the fact his mother was still alive, and now, he too was living the same lie.

And ever since his apology to Goten, Goten had been hanging around his house a little too often for his liking. It only takes one bad timing for his lie to tumble down at such a fast rate that he wouldn’t be able to come up with a believable story. 

"Didn't you two have somewhere to be?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow, motioning for Trunks to hurry his boyfriend out of the house.

Trunks gave his father a nervous smile, while Bulla shifted her gaze between them, her expression morphing into one of curiosity, the same look her mother would wear when she grew suspicious.

"Y-yeah, we were actually just about to head out," Trunks stammered.

“Okay,” Vegeta cleared his throat,and brought his attention back to braiding the other part of Bulla’s hair.

“Hey, we haven’t had lunch or anything?!” Goten whined.

“We will grab a bite to eat on our way to the arcade,” Trunks replied, pulling him towards the door,  “Later dad!” he called out before slamming the door behind them.

As the door slammed, Bulla turned her head slightly, giving Vegeta a side glance. "Let me guess, Trunks' boyfriend doesn’t know about Mom, either?"

Vegeta let out a sigh as he pulled his wallet from his pocket. "How much do you want?"

He watched as a wide grin spread across her face upon seeing his wallet. Maybe bribing his child wasn’t the best lesson to teach, but for now, he needed her to remain tight-lipped. Just long enough for him to try and fix this other white lie he had created at least.

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After finishing braiding Bulla’s hair, the two cuddled on the sofa, watching another reality TV show. While Bulla was glued to the screen, Vegeta nervously chewed at the inside of his cheek. His boyfriend was due later that evening, and he hoped Bulma would arrive on time, do what she needed to do, and leave quickly.

A knock at the door broke his focus, and Bulla shifted, glancing toward the front door.

"The door's open," Vegeta called out, standing up to greet his ex-wife and hand over their daughter for the week. But just as he turned to face the door, he froze, swallowing hard. There was his boyfriend, strolling in with a smile. "Oh, I wasn’t expecting you this early?"

“Sorry, I should’ve called first,” Goku smiled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s fine,” he feigned a smile while internally he was screaming, the fuck is he going to do if Bulma walks in?! “you’re here now,” Vegeta gestured for him to sit down while trying to maintain cool.

“I take it our sons are out then?” Goku asked, and he took a seat on the end of the sofa.

Vegeta swallowed, noticing the nervous look on his daughter's face. She didn’t want her dad to get into trouble, but at the same time, she clearly wasn’t comfortable with the awkward tension caused by his lies.

"They left about half an hour ago. They slept in," Vegeta replied, sitting between his daughter and boyfriend. "I think they're staying at your place tonight."

“Oh,” Goku blinked with a look of surprise, “I’d have thought they’d stay here again, that’s what Goten was hinting at anyway.”

Vegeta pressed his lips together, doing his best to not show any form of nervousness as he still waited for his ex to show up. Of course Goten was meant to stay over another night, but hopefully, Trunks would convince them to stay elsewhere. The last thing he needed was the added stress of two hungry teens, gaming all night and eating him out of house and home. 

But now, here he was, stuck in this predicament. His boyfriend sat next to him, completely unaware that Vegeta’s ex-wife would soon be showing up to pick up Bulla. Vegeta swallowed, he’s really fucked over if she steps into the house. How would he introduce her to his boyfriend? ‘hey, here’s my ex-wife that has risen from the dead’. 

Perhaps he could try to sneakily text her and tell her to wait outside the house, but that would leave her concerned that he is hiding something. Then there would be questions about Goku’s car parked on his drive way…fuck, he’d fucked, he needs to think of something and quick.He frowned and folded his arms against his chest, his brows narrowed as he continued to think deeply on this current situation – all the while trying to remain calm.

“Vegeta?” Goku’s voice rang in the back of his mind and pulled him from his internal thoughts.

“Hm?” he glanced over at Goku, seeing the worry etched on his face while Bulla continued to watch tv in silence next to him.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course,”he smiled and placed his hand lovingly on Goku’s lap, hoping that’ll convince him.“Why’d you ask?”

Goku glanced down at the hand on his lap before meeting Vegeta's eyes with a soft gaze. "You just seem a little more..." He paused, turning his wrist as he searched for the right word, "...Different."

“Different?” Vegeta cleared his throat and leaned more back on the sofa, “in what way?”

Goku smiled a little, placing his hand Vegeta’s, “I don’t know, just somethin’ seems a little ‘off’, are you sure you’re okay?”

Vegeta smiled back, his heart racing with anxiety as his boyfriend stared at him, studying his face for an answer. He needs to remain calm, not show any form of worry. In an instant, he pulled Goku in for a kiss in hope it would silence his worries.

“Gross dad,” Bulla said from beside him, “couldn’t you have waited when I wasn’t here?!” she whined.

Vegeta smiled watching Goku blush deeply as they pulled from the kiss, hopefully that would stop the questions for now. His smile soon faded though on hearing the knock on the door, and instantly he turned to his daughter as sheer panic setted in.

“Bulla, have you got your stuff?”

“Uh-huh,” Bulla raised her bag from the floor.

Vegeta then turned his attention back to his boyfriend, “she’s um–”

"Staying at an Aunt's house," Bulla interrupted.

Another knock on the door followed by a twist of the handle made both Bulla and Vegeta dart toward it. Vegeta quickly opened the door just enough for Bulla to step out and then swiftly closed it, leaving Bulma standing there, looking confused.

He let out a sigh of relief as he heard his daughter and ex-wife heading toward the car. He could just barely catch Bulma questioning their daughter about what was going on. No doubt, that would be something he’d be grilled about the next time they met, but for now, he turned to face his boyfriend, who stood in the corridor with confusion written all over his face. He’d have to keep this gorgeous man of his distracted from the awkwardness of the situation.

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“Fuck, you’re so good with your mouth,” Vegeta breathed, he watched his cock disappear and then reappear from Goku’s mouth glistening his cock with his saliva. 

It wasn’t long since Bulma left that he had Goku on his knees and sucking his dick. And oh, how he loved watching his boyfriend’s face turn red and eyes well up as he took in as much as he could of his length.

“That’s it, take all of me in that hungry mouth of yours!” Vegeta tugged on Goku’s hair eliciting a moan from him as he began to deep throat. His eyes rolled back as the sounds followed by the sensations of the wet heat sucking on his rigid cock sent him over the edge. “Fuck, Kakarot,” he moaned, and his legs shaked as he felt himself release.

Goku’s eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed, a moan rumbling from the back of his throat as he did so, and slowly he pulled himself off the spent cock and smiled up at Vegeta. “So, um, wanna–”

“Fuck?” Vegeta smirked, tucking his cock away, and leaning forward to kiss Goku, “I’ll get us a drink first, because I don’t plan on going to bed early tonight,” he chuckled into their kiss on hearing Goku let out a small moan in response. “Get yourself comfortable in bed, I’ll join you in a second.”

As Goku nodded and hurried toward the bedroom, Vegeta stood up from the chair and headed toward the kitchen. He frowned when he heard his phone ring, and upon checking the caller ID, saw it was his ex. Reluctantly, he answered, making sure Goku wasn't nearby.

"What is it?" Vegeta asked, his voice tense as he fumbled through the cabinet to pull out two glasses.

“Mind telling me what all that was about earlier?”

“What about earlier?” Vegeta clicked his tongue as he began to fill the glasses up with water.

“Don’t play dumb with me Mr, I had been married to you long enough to know when you’re hiding something, that and Bulla is acting strange too.”

“Can we talk about this at a later date?”

“No chance!” Bulma’s voice was stern from the other end of the phone, “when am I going to be introduced to your boyfriend?”

Vegeta pressed his lips together, “I didn’t think you’d be interested in my love life.”

“I am especially when we have children together, we promised we’d support eachother no matter what, and I’d like to organise a meal over mine, Trunks can bring his boyfriend over too.”

Shit. Vegeta swallowed hard, “maybe one day, just not right now, okay?”

“Then when?”

“Bulma,” he sighed, “we have been dating for a few weeks -”

“Near two months now, actually.”

He rolled his eyes, “whatever, my point is, it’s still early days for me to introduce him to my ex-wife.”

“How would you feel if I was dating someone for a few weeks as you put it, and didn’t once introduce him to you? Especially when he’s been around our children?”

Vegeta raised his eyebrows at this, she had a point here, but for now, he needed to keep her away from his boyfriend – for now, till he can think of a way to confess that she is in fact alive. “You’re dating someone?” he asked.

“No, if I was, you’d have met him by now.”

“I see.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, I’d like to meet your boyfriend.”

“I’ll think about it,” Vegeta hung up and put his phone on ‘do not disturb’, dealing with the ex wife can be dealt with tomorrow, for now, its time to fuck his boyfriend.

And just as he grabbed the glasses of water, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.

“Who were you talking to?” Goku’s voice asked calmly.

Vegeta’s eyes widened, shit, fuck, shit! He spun to face his boyfriend who was leaning against the doorway in his boxers.

“Just the aunt,” Vegeta forced a smile, he handed a glass of water to Goku, “I thought I told you to wait in bed for me?”

“You did,” Goku tittered as he reluctantly grabbed the glass from him, “I just wanted to check in on you as you were gone a little longer than expected.”

“Oh?” he raised his brow and smirked, “that eager for me to fuck you all night?”

“Um, about that…” Goku sighed, his glance shifted to the glass of water in his hand, “I’m not really feeling it tonight.”

"Is something wrong?" Vegeta asked, concern edging his voice. How much of that phone call had he overheard?

“No, just tired,” Goku smiled and took a sip of his water.

“Ah, I see, exhausted yourself from sucking my cock, huh?” he grinned but noticed Goku’s glance shift away from him. “Are you sure there is nothing wrong, you were up for it earlier?”

“Y-yeah, but now–” he yawned and placed the glass down on the counter next to Vegeta before he continued, “I’m exhausted.”

“Okay,” he smiled at him, he couldn’t quite read Goku’s face and hoped he was just tired. 

As they both strolled into his room and climbed into bed, no words were exchanged, and Goku lay with his back to him.Vegeta draped his arm over him and kissed his cheek, but Goku only shifted slightly, pulling the quilt over his shoulder.

"Night, Vegeta," Goku murmured, still facing away.

Vegeta smiled faintly as he turned onto his side. "Night," he replied, then found himself facing the uncomfortable silence between them.

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Vegeta furrowed his brows as he glanced at the empty space beside him. He had expected to wake up next to Goku, but he wasn’t there. It felt odd, especially since he was usually the one to wake up first and would lay there patiently while admiring the sexy sleeping form beside him. 

He sat up and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up fully before pulling the blanket off him and jumped out of bed. As he made his way out of his bedroom he was shocked to see Goku already fully dressed and in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

There was an uncertainty felt between them, and Vegeta swallowed as he made his way into the kitchen.

“You could’ve woke me up,” Vegeta raised a brow as Goku jumped and looked back in surprise.

“Oh?” Goku tittered, and he began to serve pancakes on plates for them, “Well, you looked peaceful so didn’t want to disturb you.” He gave him a small smile while offering him a plate.

Vegeta accepted the plate off him and followed him to the dining table, the two sat opposite ends and he narrowed his glance on him. Something was up, if the tension wasnt already something to go by, it was his boyfriend's reluctance to glance back at him. 

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Vegeta asked, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms.

His heart pounded in his chest as the memory of last night’s phone call replayed in his mind, and the pieces were starting to fall into place. What if Goku had overheard the entire conversation? If that was the case, he was really in trouble now. 

Goku wrung his hands together, flashing a nervous smile, but it only deepened the unease swelling inside Vegeta. The longer Goku stayed silent, the louder the panic screamed inside him.

“Spit it out, I know something’s bothering you,” Vegeta snapped, his fingers tapping restlessly on the table, bracing himself for the fallout that was sure to come.

“So, that aunt then…”

Vegeta swallowed hard, feeling as if the walls were closing in on him. His eyes widened when Goku raised an eyebrow, a sullen expression slowly spreading across his face. How much of that conversation had he actually overheard? Fuck,fuck,fuck…

“What about her?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly as a wave of nerves hit him all at once. He needed to know how much deep shit he was in now and was mentally preparing himself for the backlash.

“Um, well..” Goku tittered nervously, his fork absentmindedly poking at the pancakes, “you wouldn’t be hiding somethin’ else from me?”

A nervous bead of sweat formed on the side of his head and he feigned a smile at him, fuck, this is bad. He watched as Goku leaned back, his brows knitting together as he waited for a response. 

“She would like to meet you one day, that’s all, women and their curiousities they like to stick their nose into places often,” he shrugged, his eyes glancing down at the pancakes as he avoided Goku’s quizitive stare. He wasn’t wrong though, he was telling some truth.

“Okay,” Goku cleared his throat and tapped his fork on the plate, “is there a reason you don’t want me to meet her then?”

“I never said I didn’t want her to meet you.”

“Right, but it seemed you were wanting us to not meet, just going off what I heard.”

“What did you hear?”

“Maybe you could tell me what you thought I heard,”he said, frowning slightly, causing Vegeta to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"I’m not in the mood for these mind games—just say it already. You're clearly holding something back," Vegeta replied, trying to sound confident, hoping Goku had only caught the last part of the conversation.

“Oh, I’m the one holding back somethin?”he gave a half laugh and shook his head, “I want to trust you more, I really do, but I know you’re hiding somethin from me again.”

Vegeta gnawed at the inside of his cheek as Goku stared him down. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a long sigh. “Look, I care about you… a lot.”

“Then why can’t you just be honest for once?”

Vegeta’s jaw clenched, clearly uncomfortable with the pressure. Shit, this is bad. "I am," he muttered quietly.

"Are you?" Goku’s chuckle was laced with sarcasm. "Because right now, it’s hard to tell."

Vegeta’s gaze dropped to the pancakes, silently acknowledging the truth as Goku let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head.

"Let’s just drop it for now," Goku grumbled, going back to eating, though the annoyance in his tone was unmistakable.

An awkward silence hung between them as they both quietly ate their breakfast, deliberately avoiding eye contact. Vegeta couldn't help but feel the discomfort, though he knew he only had himself to blame. 

Why couldn’t he just be honest? Why did he lie? Why did he have to act so cocky? Lost in his thoughts, he was snapped out of his inner turmoil when he heard Goku stand up and lift his plate from the table. Vegeta's eyes quickly flicked toward him, and they exchanged a half-smile, though Vegeta could see the uncertainty in Goku's expression.

"The pancakes were good," Vegeta finally spoke, lifting his plate and offering to take Goku’s empty one.

"Thanks," Goku replied with a small smile. "Are you hitting the gym later, or...?"

Vegeta squinted at him, a sense of unease growing in his stomach as he sensed something was very off. He forced a smile and replied, "Sure."

Trying his best to stay calm despite the heavy, awkward tension in the air, Vegeta placed the dishes into the dishwasher, pretending everything was fine when in reality, it was anything but.

"Alright, cool," Goku nodded briefly, then turned to head toward the bedroom.

A wave of anxiety hit Vegeta, and he quickly followed after him, his brows furrowing. "Where are you going?"

"I’m just grabbing my stuff and checking on the boys—making sure they haven’t torn the place apart," Goku replied with a light chuckle, moving quickly to gather his things.

Vegeta exhaled slowly, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Goku’s every movement. He could tell there was something Goku wasn’t sharing with him.

"Kakarot," he murmured softly to get his attention.

“Okay, well, I just gotta put my shoes on and–”

"Kakarot," he interrupted, his tone firmer this time.

"And then get my coat, and I'll head over to check on the house before—"

"Kakarot..." he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Finally, Goku paused, and turned to face him with a meager smile, "I'll see you at the gym later, yeah?"

Vegeta's brows furrowed in confusion. "Is everything okay with us?"

“I don’t know Vegeta, is everything okay with us?”

“Yes?”

Goku gave him a tight-lipped smile and a quick nod. “I’ll see you later.”

With that, he threw his bag over his shoulder and brushed past Vegeta, avoiding eye contact. Vegeta followed him toward the front door, his heart pounding in his chest, the rhythm echoing in his ears. It felt like it was slowly suffocating him.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing Goku by the shoulder, making him turn and glance over at him. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Vegeta swallowed hard as Goku raised an eyebrow, a look of curiosity on his face. “I… um…” He puffed out his cheeks, struggling to find the right words. Why was this so hard? His gaze locked with Goku’s as he waited for him to speak. “I enjoyed your company.”

Inside, he cursed himself, an anxious smile tugging at his lips as Goku furrowed his brow and gave a quick, curt nod before walking out the door. A part of him wanted to grab him again, confess the rest of the truth, but the other part of him was too overwhelmed to do so. So, he stood there, watching as his boyfriend drove off.

"Fuck my life," Vegeta muttered under his breath, slamming the door shut. "Fuck," he cursed again, his hands covering his face as his jaw twitched in frustration.

He sighed, leaning against the door as he slowly sank to the floor, staring at the ceiling. Maybe he was overthinking it, and Goku hadn’t caught onto the full conversation from last night. But something didn’t feel right. It was clear Goku knew more than he was letting on, and now Vegeta was anxious about going to the gym later. Maybe everything will be fine. Maybe they’d be fine. He groaned, burying his face in his hands.

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As the day went on, he reluctantly prepared for the gym, unsure of how Goku would act later and whether he was buying into his lie any longer. A deep sense of dread weighed on him; he hadn’t received a text or a call. Normally, he'd get something like ‘can't wait to see you later’ from Goku, but there had been nothing. Should he text first? He wasn’t sure, everything felt so awkward.

Panic began to settle in during his drive to the gym, his mind running through every possible scenario. His sleep had been disturbed, the lies eating away at him, and it was starting to feel like a game of dangerous odds. He hated himself for not coming clean, and for the first time in a long time, he was genuinely scared of losing someone who meant so much to him because of his own stupidity and selfishness.

When he arrived at the gym, he noticed the office door ajar. Maybe Goku was inside? He cautiously pushed it open, only to see Goku sitting behind the desk, glaring at him, while an office chair in front of him spun around to reveal Bulma, who was glaring at him as well. His face went pale, and he found himself opening and closing his mouth in shock.

“What’s the matter?” Bulma teased, her tone tinged with anger. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Vegeta slowly turned his gaze to Goku, ignoring the harsh stare from his ex. “Kakarot, I can explain—”

“Explain what? That I’m supposedly dead?!” Bulma shouted, rising from her seat and storming toward him, hands on her hips.

He swallowed hard as she stood directly in front of him. “Well, in the context of our relationship, I guess you could say it’s dead,” he said, only to receive a sharp slap across the face that echoed through the room. He instinctively held his cheek, casting a glance back at her. Yeah, he probably deserved that.

“How dare you lie about something so serious—and involve our children in it, too?!”

“Look, I didn’t think, okay?!”

“No shit!” Bulma snapped.

Vegeta sighed and turned his gaze to Goku, who wore a sad expression and shook his head in disappointment. “Can we talk?”

“He’s told me everything. You used him to get to his son over a game?!” Bulma snapped, shaking her head with a mirthless laugh. “You are unbelievable.”

“Where are our children?”

“Oh, probably with their ‘aunt,’” Bulma replied sarcastically, shaking her head.

“Look, I owe you both an explanation—”

“You owe more than that!” Bulma cut in, her anger flaring.

“Well, if you could kindly shut up, I might actually explain and apologise!”

"Just stop!" Goku interjected, causing both of them to turn and look at him. "I overheard part of the conversation last night, Vegeta. I was hoping you’d come clean, but once again, you chose to lie to me."

"I’m sorry," Vegeta said, his expression downcast. There was nothing more he could say at that moment.

"You’re only sorry because you’ve been caught," Bulma sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

"That’s not true, I was going to confess eventually," Vegeta said, clearing his throat as both of them shook their heads in disbelief. "I don’t know why I lied. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, it was wrong, and I got too caught up in it. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t expect to develop such strong feelings for you." He glanced at Goku, but Goku avoided his gaze.

"You know, he got a hold of me through our son? At least our son had some morals and gave your boyfriend my number," Bulma said, folding her arms as she sat back down. "We had a very interesting conversation, to say the least." She paused before adding sarcastically, "Don’t worry, our son and his boyfriend are babysitting Bulla so we can have this ‘adult’ conversation."

Vegeta felt his jaw twitch, a wave of guilt rising in his throat. Everything was falling apart in front of him, and he couldn’t come up with any excuses—nor did he want to. It was time to face the consequences. He slowly approached his angry ex and boyfriend.

"I have no excuse for this. I’m sorry for hurting you both," he sighed as they exchanged the same annoyed look. "I really like you, and I just wanted to find something we could relate to and—"

"I really like you too," Goku said softly, "but I’m hurt, and I don’t think I can trust you."

"We can work on that. I promise I won’t lie to you again," Vegeta said, his frown deepening. He heard Bulma scoff from the side."What’s your problem?" he asked, turning to her.

"Are you hearing yourself?!" Bulma shook her head in disbelief. "How can he trust you now? You’ve lied twice, and both times have been pretty serious!"

"Fair point," Vegeta muttered through gritted teeth, glancing back at Goku. "But, I did want to confess sooner. I was just afraid you’d break up with me."

"Vegeta," Goku sighed, still keeping his eyes averted. "I forgave you the first time, when you used me. Yeah, I was hurt, but I could tell you genuinely cared about me. But this lie..." He finally looked back at him, his eyes filled with tears. "I don’t think I can forgive you for this."

"So—" Vegeta cleared his throat, struggling to keep his own tears in check. "You’re breaking up with me?"

Vegeta saw the look Goku gave him, and in that moment, no words were necessary. He could read the unspoken message in his body language— their relationship had ended right there , and he had no one to blame but himself. Damn, why did he let that brat of a kid get under his skin so much, driving him to seek revenge, which had ultimately led to him falling in love with his one-night stand?

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Bulma reached out to comfort Goku. She glanced back at Vegeta, shaking her head in disappointment. He had ruined their past relationship, and now, he had ruined this one too.

"I understand," he said with a half-smile before spinning on his heel and heading for the door.

He tried his best to pull himself together as he hurried to his car, not daring to look back. Regret hit him like a wave, and as he opened the door, he felt a hand grab his arm. He turned to see Bulma standing there.

"You really hurt him, you know that?"

"I know."

"Why did you do it?"

"I've already explained why."

Bulma sighed, shaking her head. "All of this started over a game. Do you realise how crazy that sounds?"

“I know, I know how mad it sounds Bulma, it has been eating away at me ever since that night.”

“Ever since you got your ass beat by a kid, seriously?” Bulma raised her brow.

“No, I’m talking about when I slept with the little shits dad, I didn’t expect to grow feelings for him, was meant to be a mindless fuck session and a gloat to the little bastard, that was it.”

“Oh my God,” Bulma muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose and letting out a heavy sigh. “All of this—and lying that I’m dead—just so you could get sympathy that he has a dead wife?”

“Look, I messed up. I get it. I have no idea what the hell I was thinking, and now—” He choked on his words, holding back his tears. “Now he hates me, and I can’t even blame him.”

Bulma sighed and pulled a handkerchief from her purse, handing it to him. “I’ll try to talk to him for you, but right now, I think it’s best if you give him some space.”

Vegeta nodded, crumpling the handkerchief in his hand as he climbed into his car. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, glancing up at her. She gave him a small smile and leaned in.

“I’ll take care of the kids this week. It’ll give you some time to think things over,” she said, her hand gently cupping his cheek as she wiped away a stray tear. “I’m still angry with you, and I can tell you're regretting your lie now. I just wish you’d been honest with him.”

Vegeta nodded, buckling his seatbelt and starting the engine. “I need some time alone anyway.”

Bulma gave him a worried look before pulling back, allowing him to close the car door. Even though they had separated, there was still care between them, and she always seemed to understand his emotions so well. “I’ll try to talk to Goku now, but like I said, I think he needs some space too.”

Vegeta managed a tight-lipped smile, and they exchanged their goodbyes before he started driving home. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as more tears began to fall, streaming down his cheeks. His chest felt heavy with regret for hurting someone he loved so deeply.

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Vegeta was Fucked, he was well and truly fucked and not in a good way. It had been two months since he had last seen Goku, and he honestly didn’t blame him for refusing to speak to him ever since they last spoke. Now, in a pit of disarray, Vegeta spent most of his days going to his local gym and then gaming in the evenings, his mind completely numb.

He had once again, fucked up a good relationship and he had only himself to blame. As he slugglishy walked back into his house after his usual gym session, he was greeted by his son making out with Goten on the sofa, a long exasperated sigh slipped past his lips and he dumped his gym bag on the floor before jumping between the two love birds splitting them up and having them glare at him.

“Just cos you screwed up your relationship with my dad doesn’t mean you can interrupt us!” Goten sulked sitting next to him and crossing his arms.

Vegeta ignored, stretching for the tv remote and turning the tv on, the two teens beside him grumbling how unfair he interrupted their kissing session, as if they owned the damn place.

"Dad, could you please move so I can sit next to my boyfriend?" Trunks asked, but Vegeta didn’t budge, not even acknowledging them as he stared at the boring TV show.

"Dad!" Trunks repeated, gently nudging him.

"You’ve got a bedroom. Go there if you want privacy," Vegeta finally muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

Trunks sighed. "Okay." He leaned over, snatching the remote from his father and turning off the TV. He gave a nervous smile as Vegeta slowly turned to face him with a glare. "Um," Trunks gulped nervously, "Dad, I know you're still hurt about—"

"Don’t care," Vegeta snapped, grabbing the remote back and switching the TV back on. He leaned back in his seat, ignoring the two teens, who awkwardly glanced at each other before quickly looking away.

There was a long pause as the teens exchanged uncomfortable glances, silently debating who should try to start a conversation. They both flinched when Vegeta shifted in his seat, resting one leg over the other, still fully focused on the TV.

Goten pursed his lips, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at the tv then back at Vegeta, “so uh, been up to much?” a loud resounding slap was heard as Trunks face palmed, and he frowned looking back at him. “What?... did you have anything better to say? Your dad is fucking miserable.”

“Goten,” Trunks groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Vegeta sighed. The little shit was right, he was miserable. He couldn’t deny it. The weight of the world seemed to press down on him as he reflected on how badly he’d screwed up a good relationship. His pettiness, his lies catching up to him, it all left him unable to enjoy the simple things in life anymore. His mind drowned in regret. Sticking to a dull routine, he sighed as the teens bickered on either side of him. He stood up, causing the two to freeze in place with anxious expressions. Reaching for the controllers, he turned the console on and handed one to Goten.

Goten reluctantly took the controller, glancing at Trunks and silently mouthing, What the fuck? before Vegeta settled back down between them.

"Since you two want to hang out here with me, we might as well have a little game," Vegeta said, leaning back and side-eyeing Goten. "And by game, I mean one you can't just camp in." He shot a glance at Goten, remembering how that little shit's camping strategy had gotten him through this mess.

The night was filled with the sound of the teens' laughter as they took turns gaming. Vegeta stared blankly at the TV, while their laughter echoed around him, his mind drowning in a sea of dread and what ifs? Unable to stand the inner turmoil any longer, Vegeta stood up, walked toward the front door, slipped on his shoes, and grabbed his coat.

Trunks furrowed his brow and called out, "Hey, Dad, where are you going?"

"Just getting some fresh air," Vegeta replied, zipping up his coat. "Don’t wait up for me. And if any intruders show up, you have my permission to beat the crap out of them." With a sigh, he left the house.

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The next morning, Vegeta groggily woke up, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. He climbed out of bed and immediately caught the pleasant aroma of bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. It was unusual for his son to be cooking so early, he thought, but he didn’t question it as he grabbed his bathrobe and slipped it on.

As he opened his bedroom door, he heard a woman humming cheerfully in the kitchen. That’s when it hit him… he had brought one of the women who had been eyeing him for some time back for a rebound fuck. Vivid images of last night flooded his mind, and he swallowed hard as his gaze met his son’s. 

Trunks looked stunned, staring at the stranger in the kitchen before quickly glancing at him“Dad, who the hell is she?” he gestured toward the woman in a baggy T-shirt, happily sipping her coffee.

Vegeta pursed his lips, glancing at the woman before looking back at his son. “Your new stepmom,” he shrugged.

“What? Do you even know her name?”

“I can’t remember,” Vegeta admitted, watching her serve food while scrolling on her phone. “But I don’t think she knows mine either.”

Trunks pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “So neither of you bothered to introduce yourselves?”

“Oh, we did. Though, I don’t recall telling her my name is ‘God,’ yet she kept saying that last night,” Vegeta said, casually strolling into the living room.

“Oh my god,” Trunks grimaced, shaking his head even more.

“Yes, that’s exactly what she said,” Vegeta shrugged as his son pulled more faces, and as he sat down he caught from the corner of his eye Trunks pulling out his phone, “what are you doing?”

“I’m calling mom,” Trunks frowned at him, putting his phone against his ear waiting for his mother to answer.

Vegeta scoffed at him,“What for?”

“She’ll talk sense into you,” Trunks shook his head and sauntered out the room as his mother answered.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and sprawled himself across the sofa and turned the tv on, he could faintly hear Trunks muffled voice in the distance and sighed, turning the tv volume up, the last he needs to hear is his son and ex wife bitching about his poor life choices. And then there was that stranger who was loudly and annoyingly humming to herself in his kitchen. 

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he reflected on what happened last night, rebound sex sounded great in his head at the time, but now he had to deal with the consequences after – which weren’t so great, he had a pissed off teen and no doubt,soon pissed off ex wife. Not that it mattered, he was miserable enough.

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A few hours had passed and Vegeta found himself still sprawled across the sofa in his dressing gown, with a pissed off woman standing in front of him, her arms resting on her hips as she cleared her throat to grab his attention. Slowly he averted his eyes upwards to face her, a nonchalant expression on his face

“What?” he asked with a half grunt as she glared at him, what is her problem? He gave her a good fuck and allowed her to stay the night, the audacity of some people.

Her face scrunched up in annoyance and just as she opened her mouth, they were startled by a familiar voice that boomed down the corridor.

“Alright mr, enough is enough, time you stop feeling sorry for your–” Bulma paused as she entered the room, staring directly at the woman who was giving her the stink eye, “okay,” she smiled sweetly, clasping her hands together while Vegeta let out a gulp. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

The woman shot a glare at Vegeta, then turned her eyes on Bulma before lifting her chin in disdain and storming out of the room. A few seconds later, they could hear the sound of her gathering her things, followed by the slam of the door.

Bulma sighed, shaking her head at Vegeta. “What were you thinking?”

He simply shrugged at her, moving his glance away as she glared at him, “Her head game wasn’t great anyway,” he muttered, which only got another sigh from Bulma.

“You need to talk to him, and try to  work things out, it’s clear he means a lot to you.”

“No point, it’s too late, I’ve fucked it up,” he frowned, folding his arms and glanced up at his ex who didn’t look the slight bit amused.

“Damn right you fucked it up, and you’re going to fix it!”

“I tried! He doesn’t want to listen, so back off my fucking business!”

The two of them exchanged glares before turning their attention to their children, who stood by the doorway with shocked expressions on their faces. Vegeta gave them a tight-lipped smile, while Bulma shifted her glare back to him, a forced smile on her face that made it clear—he was in trouble.

"Sweetie, can you take Bulla to her room and maybe play a board game with her?" Bulma said to Trunks, never breaking her stare at Vegeta.

Trunks nodded and ushered Bulla to her room. Bulla shot her dad with a sympathetic look. "Oh boy, Dad’s in trouble," she said to Trunks, her voice tinged with surprise.

Once their children left the room, Bulma exhaled, calmly composing herself as Vegeta mentally prepared himself for what may come next.

“Okay,” she pursed out her lips, her feigned smile slowly diminishing, “ I am going to speak to Goku and-

“No point.”

“If you let me finish!” she scowled,“I am going to speak with him and see if he will agree to perhaps come over mine with you and our children, like a small family meal.”

A half-laugh escaped him at her suggestion. Had she lost her mind? There was no way Goku would accept her invitation. They hadn't spoken in two months, it would be a miracle if Goku even showed up to a family meal with him there. He noticed her raising an eyebrow at him, and he shook his head with a half-smile.

“Oh perfect idea, yes, let’s all just sit around the table holding hands and act like I didn’t pretend you were fucking dead to my now ex who clearly hates my guts now,” he frowned at her, the nerve of this woman to even suggest such an absurd thing.

Bulma's expression softened, leaving Vegeta with an uncomfortable feeling. "I don’t think he hates you," she admitted, rolling her eyes as he scoffed. "Stop being so stubborn and just agree to this, will you?"

“Why the fuck would I want to agree to something that I already know is a fail from the start?”

“How do you know it’s going to fail if you are not at least willing to give it a try?”

Vegeta frowned, she got him there and he pinched the bridge of his nose knowing she was just going to remain persistent till he agreed to go to her stupid family meal. 

“Alright, fine, whatever, just don’t come crying to me when he refuses to turn up!”

“I won’t,” she smiled at him, “leave the rest to me, I’ll forward you the details later.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled to himself, folding his arms and resting a leg ontop of the other.

Secretly, he was hoping this would work, but deep down he had a gut feeling that Goku wouldn’t show, and if he did show, he would refuse to look at him let alone talk to him.

              -

The night of the meal arrived, and Bulma had sent him the details. He was taken aback when she mentioned that Goku had agreed to come too. All week, Vegeta had felt a knot in his stomach as he mentally braced himself for the evening. Now, here he was, sitting at his ex-wife's dining table—Bulma at the head, their kids at opposite ends, and Goku seated at the top with her, while he was at the bottom.

The tension in the room was thick. No one spoke, and awkward glances were exchanged. Every time he looked at Goku, he quickly averted his gaze. Bulma scanned the table before clearing her throat to get their attention.

"So," Bulma smiled at Goku, "It's nice that our sons seem to be so close. I think it's pretty cute."

"Mom," Trunks whined, his face turning red as he tried to hide behind his hands.

"What? It's nice seeing you out of the house more," Bulma giggled at her son, which only made him blush deeper as he poked at his food with his fork.

"When they’re not making out on my damn sofa," Vegeta grumbled under his breath, continuing to eat. Bulma had done a decent job with the pasta; it was simple but still a great family meal. No complaints, other than his ex completely ignoring his existence.

"Anyway," Bulma sighed, her attention now on Goku as she disregarded Vegeta’s muttering, "I’m really glad you agreed to join us for our family meal."

"Yeah," Goku puffed his cheeks out, looking a little sulky as he stared down at his food. "Like you said, it’s mostly for the kids since they’re dating," he chuckled awkwardly. His gaze flicked to Vegeta, but when their eyes met, he quickly looked away.

Bulla leaned toward her dad as the awkward silence lingered, everyone quietly finishing their meals. “This is awkward,” she whispered, and Vegeta could only glance at Goku, silently agreeing with his daughter.

The whole situation felt uncomfortable, and he was growing increasingly frustrated with how many awkward moments he’d found himself in. He noticed Goku again, this time catching his gaze with a small smile, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

“I’m going to take my dish and put it in the dishwasher,” he muttered, standing up and deliberately avoiding eye contact with Goku. This was unbearable.

Bulma raised an eyebrow, a puzzled expression on her face, but gave him a simple nod as she watched him head to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, he loaded the dishwasher and began to mentally cuss at himself, he wanted to say something, to grab the idiot by his shoulders and make out with him while apologising profusely, but there is no way he’d accept that.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, lost in his own turmoil, his heart pounding as he played out various scenarios in his mind about how he might approach his ex and beg for forgiveness—none of them ending well.

"Hey, dad," Trunks’ voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see Trunks carrying a stack of plates to load into the dishwasher. "They’re leaving now," he said, offering a half-smile.

“Oh,” Vegeta blinked, and he composed himself to not show the fact he was upset by this.

“You should at least say goodbye,” Trunks sighed, as he started to load the dishwasher ignoring the face Vegeta pulled at him.

"Vegeta, are you at least going to say goodbye to our guests?" Bulma’s voice echoed from the hallway, and he swallowed hard as he headed toward the front door.

His gaze met Goku's, while Goten shot them both with uneasy looks, the tension between them palpable.

“Oh, you’re free to stay the night here,” Bulma smiled at Goten.

“I can?” Goten beamed and looked at his dad.

“Well, uh… if you’re so sure?” Goku tittered to Bulma, he shifted his gaze to Vegeta before again averting his glance elsewhere.

“I wouldn’t have offered, usually he stays over Vegeta’s but I don’t mind him staying the night here, probably gives Vegeta and you a break from having them hop between your houses, right?” she giggled.

Goku rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a small chuckle as he nodded. “Yeah, true. Thanks again,” he said with a smile, his gaze drifting back to Vegeta.

Vegeta stood frozen, his face blank. Inside, he was yelling at himself to move, to say something, but at that moment, he couldn’t. He watched as Goku walked out the door, heading toward his car, and in that instant, he felt his heart sink.

 “Go get him,” Bulma said behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“What?”

“Get in your car, and follow him!”

“Oh yes, let’s just piss off my ex more!”

“Did you not see the way he looked at you?! He wanted you to say something! Now go!”

Vegeta scoffed at her, he was doing his best to not crumble on the spot, his one chance to try to speak to his ex and he blew it.

“My God old man, just go follow my dad!” Goten snapped, and Vegeta glanced over to see him rolling his eyes at him, the cheeky little shit, “Just go, my dad does still care about you, you idiot!”

Vegeta looked at him in shock at his statement, just who does this bastard think he is?

“Vegeta, get into your car and follow him!” Bulma demanded, with Goten nodding his head next to her.

Vegeta ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, realizing his ex-wife now had that brat on her side. Neither of them seemed willing to back down.“Fine, if it gets you off my fucking case, but be prepared for I told you so when he slams his door in my face!” Vegeta barked, and stormed out her house, slamming the door behind him.

His heart pounded as he got into his car and started the engine, his emotions a chaotic mess. He took a deep breath to steady himself, glancing up to see dark clouds gathering.

"Fucking brilliant," he muttered under his breath, pressing down on the accelerator.

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Fingers drumming absentmindedly on the steering wheel, his mind was clouded with regrets and the fear of being turned away—a reaction he couldn't entirely blame his ex for.

Vegeta pressed his lips together as he noticed dark clouds gathering, rain beginning to pelt his car. Pushing the accelerator, he hoped to arrive before his ex entered the house, dreading the thought of standing outside in the rain, knocking and pleading to be let in like some pitiable fool.

His car screeched around corners, water spraying his windows as he drove through growing puddles. His heart raced, the windshield wipers working furiously to clear the heavy downpour.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind, and he longed for those moments. Soon, he pulled up outside his ex's house, spotting him just as he stepped out of his car. Without hesitation, he fumbled open the driver's door and stumbled out, uncaring if he looked foolish, determined to catch his ex's attention.

Goku tilted his head, brows furrowed in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak, but Vegeta quickly interjected.

“I messed up,” he admitted, his voice rising above the sound of the rain, which muffled everything else. As the downpour soaked them both, “I haven’t been able to sleep right since.”

Goku stayed silent, just standing there, his gaze fixed on him.

“Look, I get it,” he continued with a sigh, his wet clothes clinging to him, making him feel foolish. “I know you have trouble trusting me. I get it. I was selfish, I didn’t care about using you at first. But after that first night, something changed. I started having feelings, and they just kept growing.”

“You’ve already told me all about that, that isn’t—“

“I know, I shouldn’t have lied about my ex wife. I guess it was my own selfish way of trying to form a connection. Fuck… I’m just trying to say that I —“ he froze his heart beating so hard that he could hear it so clearly, and he watched as his ex stared at him with a curious glint in his eye. Why was this terrifying for him now? Or more so, nerve wracking? He cleared his throat, “I love you.”

There was a small pause as the heavy downpour of rain bounced off his skin, and for a moment he didn’t feel it, his focus heavily on Goku’s face as he stood in shock. It felt awkward and Vegeta was now regretting confessing his true feelings.

“Just forget I said anything,”Vegeta eventually spoke out and he turned on his heel to head back to his car and wallow in self pity.

“Wait,” Goku’s voice broke through the heavy downpour bringing Vegeta’s attention back on him and he watched as Goku slowly approached him, “say it again.”

Vegeta scrunched up his nose in confusion, “just forget I said—“

“No,” Goku said with a half chuckle, his hands resting on his shoulders, “what you said before that.”

“Oh,” Vegeta’s eyes widened, he swallowed hard and he could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest again,“I love you.”

In an instant, their lips met, and the pouring rain no longer seemed to matter as the warmth of the kiss consumed them. He pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him. God, how he had missed the feel of those lips against his, that delicious frame pressed against his own, with Goku's heart pounding beneath his chest.

The rain soaked their hair, sticking it to their faces, but neither of them cared as their kiss deepened. Tears welled up in his eyes as he closed them, savoring the embrace, the rain softly washing away his stray tears.

Goku's trembling lips slowly pulled away from the kiss, and his hands gently cupped his face, brushing the raindrops away with his thumbs as he gazed deeply into his eyes. "I love you too," he whispered.

A sweet loving smile was exchanged between them and they locked lips for a kiss again, droplets from the heavy downpour cascading down their face and dripping between them, realising they were still stood out in the rain they parted again and headed into the house, not letting go of the other, once inside, Vegeta kicked the door shut with the back of his foot as he kissed Goku again, this time with more fervour as he helped remove his soaked top.

Heavy warm breaths mingled between their parted lips as they began to help strip eachother down from the soaked clothes, their eyes heavy in affection for one another not once breaking from contact as they stripped right down to their underwear and once again, held eachother for an embrace, their skin cold and clammy from the rain.

Vegeta took this opportunity to break from their kiss and move his hands down Goku’s body, God, has he missed this body so much, a smirk formed on his face on seeing Goku’s reactions to his touches, he took in much of the faces he pulled, loving every moment of it, and just has his hands reached lower he felt Goku’s hands grab his wrists causing him to raise a brow as his face contorted to slight confusion.

“What are we doing?” Goku whispered between his heavy breaths.

Vegeta smirked, “either one of us are going to fuck the other, we can flip a coin if you-”

“No,” he chuckled, “I mean, what are we doing?” gesturing to them both standing in underwear by his front door, they hadn’t spoken in months and it was evident he was wanting to talk.

Vegeta arched a brow at him, his eyes darted between them, smirk forming seeing their arousals stirring and glanced back at him, “I think it’s pretty evident what we were doing.”

“Y-yeah,” he tittered as Vegeta got closer to him again, “but I am still hurt and I-”

He was silenced by a kiss and Vegeta slowly pulled back, “let me make it up to you,” he cupped the side of Goku’s face and swept his thumb lovingly over his cheek, he smirked seeing the curious glint in Goku’s eyes.

                              —

It didn’t take them long to make their way to the bedroom, exchanging sloppy kisses along the way. Vegeta’s heart raced as he felt the warmth and connection with his ex once more. The love he felt for this man was something beyond anything he could describe.

When they crashed onto the bed, it was more feelings this time, not that the previous times they’ve had sex didn’t have any sort of feelings but this time it was different, this time there were more heartfelt emotions and a deeper connection.

In the middle of their love-making Vegeta glanced down and observed the way Goku’s face contorted to various expressions of pleasure, something he missed  so much and often would vividly envision in his mind. Goku’s head sank into the pillow, his eyes half lidded as he gazed up at him full of affection and lust.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Vegeta smirked down at him as he did slow deep thrusts, loving the way Goku’s body writhed in pleasure beneath him.

“I think it’s obvious,” Goku laughed at him between breathy moans. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

Something feral stirred deep inside Vegeta on hearing the delicious cuss word slip past his lover's lips, and he began to quicken his thrusts. Their skin smacking echoed around them and mingled with the loud moans, oh, how he has missed this too, fucking this hot mess of a man senseless.

Sweat dripped from his body as he continued the pace of his thrusts, Goku’s moans were like music to his ears and only encouraged him to snap his hips harder and faster, his own climax building as he continued his relentless thrusting.

“I’m close!” Goku moaned out loud and wrapped his fingers around his cock stroking it in tandem to the thrusting.

“Cum for me!” Vegeta moaned and pulled out half away before slamming back in eliciting a moan from him, and he licked his lips watching the expressions from his lover's face each time he slammed his cock deep inside him.

Within an instant Goku jolted and arched his back as he came, covering his and Vegeta’s chests in his essence.

Vegeta let out rhythmic grunts as he pistoned his cock faster on chasing his own orgasm,

“I love you,” he breathed as he collapsed on top of him, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck while whispering endearments between before rolling onto his back to lay next to him.

“Wow,” Goku sighed in bliss, “It’s been a while, huh?” he chuckled and turned to his side to face Vegeta.

Vegeta chuckled in return but then his face soon grimaced as he recalled that woman who he slept with, which caused that knowing feeling of guilt to bubble up inside and so he swallowed nervously and glanced back at Goku who was smiling lovingly at him, “I had a rebound fuck a couple of days ago –”

“Wait–” Goku shot up and glanced down at him, “what?”

"It meant nothing, she wasn’t as good as you anyway," he admitted, secretly hoping he hadn’t messed up his chance again. He watched as Goku pursed his lips and looked away,"I was thinking of you the whole time," his face flushing red. It was a rather awkward fuck to say the least the look on the woman’s face when he had moaned out a different name was imprinted in the back of his mind.

"I see," Goku replied, giving him a half-smile before quickly looking away again.

An awkward silence settled between them as Vegeta sat up, his gaze fixed on Goku’s face, which seemed lost in thought. He sighed, breaking the stillness. "I’ve hurt you again, haven’t I?"

Goku let out a small chuckle, shaking his head, “no, I was just thinkin’ how quick we uh…had sex instead of talkin’ things out first.”

“Oh,” Vegeta cleared his throat, perhaps his horny did cloud his field of judgment as he was quick to pounce on the sexy bastard instead of sitting down and talking to him. 

“I have really missed you,” Goku admitted, and he laid back down on the bed, one hand rested behind his head while his other hand smoothed along Vegeta’s back, “I just don’t understand why you had to lie to me?”

Vegeta pressed his lips together, his eyes drifting to the wall ahead as Goku kept gently rubbing his back. He glanced over his shoulder at Goku, who was smiling faintly, though a trace of pain still lingered in his eyes.

"I regret lying to you," Vegeta confessed, his voice tinged with remorse. "I wish I hadn't, but the truth is, I never thought you’d mean more to me. You were just supposed to be a one-night stand." He rubbed the back of his neck, guilt weighing on him. "I wanted something we could connect over, but I was selfish. I still carry the guilt for hurting you."

The bed shifted slightly as Goku sat up again. He gently cupped a hand under Vegeta’s chin, guiding his head to face him. Their eyes locked, and Goku smiled softly at him. "I believe you," he said before leaning in to kiss Vegeta lightly on the lips. "I love you." He kissed him again.

Tears filled Vegeta's eyes as he welcomed the gentle kiss, moving closer and wrapping his arms around Goku as their lips met again. He whispered softly, "I love you too."

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The fresh smell of pancakes drifted through the house, making Vegeta’s stomach growl as he lazily ambled toward the kitchen. Inside, Goku stood beside Bulla, helping her flip a pancake. Both were covered in flour, laughing as they made a mess together.

Ever since their reconciliation, the couple had decided to take things slow. A year into their renewed relationship, Vegeta had moved in with Goku. He never imagined himself settling down again, yet here he was, living in a new family home with his boyfriend and their kids. He helped run the gym now, still throwing banter at Goten whenever he had the chance.

Watching his daughter giggle as she flung pancake batter around with Goku, Vegeta felt a rare, quiet sense of contentment. Then a knock came at the door, drawing both Goku and Bulla’s attention toward him.

“Mind getting that?” Goku asked with a smile, his face dusted in flour and pancake mix.

“I suppose I could,” Vegeta replied, smirking. “You two better clean up after yourselves,” he added, shaking his head at the chaos they’d created.

As he made his way down the hall, he caught Trunks and Goten locked in a makeout session just outside the corridor. With a scoff, he gave them both a shove.

“There’s a time and a place for that and it’s not here,” he said, raising a brow as they straightened up, both frowning sheepishly under his glare.

“But you and my dad are always making out so what’s the difference?” Goten asked, scrunching his nose in mock disgust.

“Do as I say, not as I do,” Vegeta replied dryly, continuing on to the front door.

When he opened it, he was met by Gohan and Videl, their daughter nestled in their arms. He offered them a small smile and stepped aside to let them in, trailing behind as they made their way back to the kitchen. Goku and Bulla were just finishing cleaning up their pancake disaster.

Vegeta’s gaze lingered on Goku, who was now holding his granddaughter and cooing softly at her. There was something oddly hot about it, seeing his boyfriend step into the role of a grandfather. The fact that Goku was now, technically, a GILF,sparked a familiar heat low in Vegeta’s stomach. He’d never admit it out loud, but damn if it didn’t do something to him.

The rest of the afternoon passed in easy warmth. They shared food, swapped stories, and laughed until their sides hurt. The dining room echoed with joy, filled with smiles.

Eventually, Gohan and Videl packed up their things and said their goodbyes, taking their daughter with them. Trunks, Goten, and Bulla left with Bulma, leaving the house in peaceful silence, just Vegeta and Goku, finally alone.

“I need a nap after that,” Goku said with a stretch and a wide yawn. “You don’t mind if I go lay down for a bit?”

Vegeta smiled, of course he did mind, he wanted to fuck his boyfriends brains out knowing they had the house to themselves for the night. “I don’t mind, it’s fine,” he lied.

Goku smiled and leaned in to kiss Vegeta’s cheek. “Okay. Hey, you could game for a bit. That’ll keep you company while I nap,” he added with a grin.

Vegeta raised a brow as Goku handed him the controller and powered on the console and TV. “I suppose,” he muttered, accepting it with a small shrug.

He sighed as Goku left the room, then stared at the loading screen while tapping at the buttons. “Guess I can kill some time,” he huffed, doing his best to ignore the simmering disappointment of not getting laid tonight.

Once the game started, Vegeta slipped easily into the zone. His kill count began climbing fast, his confidence rising with every rage-quit he caused. The satisfaction was real. He hadn’t gamed like this in a while, and it felt damn good to dominate. It almost made him miss streaming. Even Goten hadn’t been streaming much since the move, he was too busy juggling his part-time job at the gym and spending time with Trunks.

The headset crackled with an endless stream of curse words from other players, and each one just fed his ego more. He smirked, proud that his skills were still razor-sharp. Yeah, he still had it.

Just as he began taunting the opposing team, his character was abruptly sniped. The screen went red, and Vegeta’s blood boiled.

He glared at the TV screen, waiting to respawn. The moment he dropped back in…bam. Sniped again.

“Another camping little shit?!” he growled, eyes darting across the map as he tried to locate the source. Then he spotted it…a subtle glint from a tower window.

His eyes narrowed, lip twitching in frustration, and just as he aimed – sniped again.

“The fuck?!” Vegeta snarled, tossing the controller aside as he caught sight of the gamertag that had just taken him out which was something eerily close to Goten’s. But that couldn’t be right. Last he checked, Goten hadn’t brought his hard drive and was supposed to be at the cinema.

His brows drew together as he sat back, thinking. Meanwhile, his character was being repeatedly slaughtered on-screen, his teammates screaming through the mic for him to move. He ignored them, storming off toward Goten’s room.

The door was open. Lights off. TV off.

“Teenagers,” he muttered, shaking his head as he quietly shut the door again, only to freeze as the sharp crack of in-game gunfire echoed down the hall... from his and Goku’s bedroom.

Eyebrow twitching, he pivoted toward the source, slowly approaching with growing suspicion. He pushed open the door and there was Goku, perched comfortably on the edge of their bed, headset on, controller in hand, and a shit-eating grin on his face.

Vegeta’s eyes flicked to the screen: Goku’s character was prone, sniper rifle aimed squarely at Vegeta’s unmoving avatar. Right as he stepped into the room, Goku pulled the trigger.

Headshot.

“Uhh…” Goku glanced over, smiling sheepishly as if he hadn’t just spent the last five minutes trolling him.

“Oh really?” Vegeta said flatly, one brow raised in absolute disbelief, expression deadpan and unimpressed.

“I guess you’re gonna have to fuck me,” Goku chuckled as he tapped the trigger again, a mischievous glint in his eye, earning another round of frustrated screams from the enemy team blasting through his headset.

Vegeta smirked at this, his cock standing to attention, he closed the bedroom door behind him and straddled Goku, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt as he leaned in, their lips barely touching, “you’ve guessed right.”

The two shared a smirk mid-kiss as Vegeta slid the headset off Goku and dropped it carelessly to the floor. Still tangled in each other, they fell back onto the bed, lips never parting, hands already wandering.

The forgotten headset crackled in the background.

“Uh… hello? We can hear you both… Hello?” a confused voice called out, followed by more annoyed chatter from the game’s voice chat …none of which either of them paid the slightest attention to.

“Camping bastard,” Vegeta smirked while ripping Goku’s shirt off.

Goku only laughed as he tugged at Vegeta’s pants, “best teach me a lesson then, heard it’s what you’re good at,” he teased poking his tongue out.

Vegeta let out a low chuckle and pulled Goku into another kiss. “Best lesson I’ve ever taught,” he whispered against his lips.

“I love you,” Goku breathed, voice soft and full of warmth.

Vegeta’s expression softened. He brushed his fingers gently along Goku’s cheek and murmured, “I love you too.”

Their lips met again in a deeper, slower kiss filled with everything unspoken between them. The world outside their bedroom faded away, leaving only the heat between them, the warmth of each other’s touch.

Somewhere on the floor, the forgotten headset crackled.

“ How do we mute this guy’s mic?! ” a frustrated voice shouted.

But neither of them heard it.
And if they did... they wouldn’t have stopped.