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Year one with Goku wasn’t as terrible as Vegeta expected it to be. After a few awkward days trying to figure out how to live together, the two of them created a simple, easy to follow routine, along with a few Chamber ground rules. The routine: up, shower, eat, train, eat, train, eat, shower, sleep. The ground rules: no walking around naked, always clean up your mess after meals, keep things tidy in the sleeping quarters, dump dirty bloodied clothes in the laundry chute and not the floor. Aside from the occasional hiccups, usually from Goku, the first year passed by relatively fine and drama-free.
It annoyed as well as reassured Vegeta that the two of them could not only get along for a year, but also live together well enough for a year. Despite his irritating naivety and the occasional bout of forgetfulness, Goku wasn’t a terrible roommate. He followed the ground rules, apologized when he forgot, pushed Vegeta to his limits every time they fought and tried keeping his snores to a minimum once he realized his snores were annoying the hell out of Vegeta.
As much as he wanted to hate every waking moment sharing this space with Goku, he couldn’t justify it. Much to his chagrin, Goku was… fine. Kind. Almost, almost endearing. He’d never ever admit the latter outloud to him, ever , but sometime over the last year, Goku’s mannerisms and quirks didn’t irritate him as much as they did in the past. They became part of his daily life in the Chamber. His squeaky laugh, his stupid grin, the way he looked at Vegeta post-fighting, all red-faced and sweaty—none of it annoyed Vegeta. Not anymore.
So it troubled Vegeta, a lot, when Goku one day didn’t bounce out of bed to greet him. Not once over the last year did Goku not leap out of his bed, poke his head through the curtains and shout at Vegeta, “Time to train!” It was an unofficial part of their routine. Even when Goku ended up sleeping in, he’d make up for it by greeting Vegeta with a chipper ‘good morning’ right after his shower.
Instead, Vegeta woke up first, took his shower, walked out expecting that chipper greeting… and got nothing.
He dressed first, putting on his whole outfit, before poking his head past the curtains that separated their ‘bedroom.’ “Get up already—”
His jaw dropped at the sight before him.
Blood on the sheets. Patches of sweat littering the bed. A large, trembling, paler-than-usual body, curled up in a tight ball under those soiled sheets. Shaking arms shoving down two large pillows over a spiky, messy glob of sweaty hair, the muscles bulging from how hard he was pressing.
At the sound of a muffled whimper of pain, Vegeta bolted in, rushing to the other side of the bed. He collapsed to his knees, resting a bare palm on Goku’s bicep—
He yanked his hand back fast.
It was like touching a stove top. Too inhumanely hot. Saiyans ran hot, but this—this was different.
The sweat, the blood, the way Goku shook all over like a mini-earthquake, the muffled whimpers of pain. It all sounded eerily familiar to him—
Vegeta gasped.
He gawked at Goku’s body. Zeroed in right on the bloody patch on the bed. The lower half of the bed. The area where a tail would be.
Slowly, Vegeta pulled back the sheet blanketing Goku’s body. To his relief, Goku didn’t seem to notice his presence, too busy lost in the obvious pain he was in.
Leaning up more onto his haunches, Vegeta peeked over the rise of Goku’s hip, right to the area where his tail spot would be.
A tiny, furry nub twitched back and forth, almost waving to him.
“Shit.” He lowered the sheet back down, returning back to his knees. Vegeta turned his attention to Goku, muttering, “How can this be? You’re too old to go through this, Kakarot…”
He frowned at the muffled moan of pain Goku released, followed by an violent all-body tremor. Part of him screamed to the gods above, damning them for making him go through this. The other part of him shoved that anger and frustration down, all the way down, because this was serious. For a Saiyan at this age to go through kuvusa alone, without any idea what could and would happen? Even if he still hated Goku with every fiber of his being, Vegeta wouldn’t have let him go through this without his help. It was his duty as prince to his last, full-blooded subject.
Swallowing against his suddenly dry throat, Vegeta took his time rising to his feet, looming over Goku’s trembling frame. He reached for the pillows, whispering, “Kakarot?” He started to pull on the pillowcase. “Kakarot, it’s Vegeta. I’m here to help you.” Just as he started removing the pillow, Goku pulled it back. He grunted and said, “I know it hurts. I know how it feels. You have to trust me on this.” He tried again, fingers gripping the pillow. “I can help you. I promise.” He took his time pulling at the pillow. “I promise to help you.”
Unlike before, Goku’s arm didn’t snatch back the pillow. His arm flopped down to the bed like it was jelly. Vegeta placed it on the ground, followed by the other two covering Goku’s head.
Something deep inside his chest clutched and squeezed hard, enough to suffocate him for a brief moment, just because of the way Goku looked in this very moment. Red-faced. Tightly shut eyes. Nose scrunched up. Drenched in sweat. Hair matted, wilder than ever before. Lips sucked in and bitten down hard all to muffle the weak sounds of pain trying to escape.
For the first time ever, Goku looked weak. Defenseless. An image he assumed would never happen, not with how strong Goku was. An image an older Vegeta dreamt of doing to Goku, making him suffer for what he did to a Saiyan Elite. An image that hurt Vegeta to look at for too long.
He turned his attention to Goku’s body, pointedly avoiding his face. He took his time gathering up the soiled sheets around Goku, bunching them up on either side of his body. Once done, he scooped both of his arms underneath Goku, muffled his hiss of pain from the heat that seeped through the many sheets and picked him up.
This time, that whimper of pain bled out, right against Vegeta’s chest, followed by Goku’s weak fingers landing on his armor. They curled up, as if trying to cling to him, trying to find some sort of anchor to hold onto.
Vegeta fought the sudden tightness that punched his lungs stupid, shutting his own eyes tight for a brief moment. He took a deep breath in and out of his nose, unfortunately smelling Goku’s scent. A scent that triggered something unwanted inside him. Something he expected would happen.
He instantly forced down those Saiyan primal urges within as he turned in the direction of the bathroom. Vegeta allowed the purr in him to bubble to the surface though, all in the hope that the rumbling would offer some sort of comfort to Goku.
Once in the bathroom, Vegeta slowly eased Goku into the large tub with the sheets. At the sound of Goku’s scared whimper, he blurted, “I’m still here. I haven’t gone anywhere. You’re just in the tub, that’s all.” He narrated all of his actions as he performed them, mindful to not touch the tail bud in the back, or his rigid hard cock in front. “I’m turning on the water now. I’m taking the sheet away from your legs. Now I’m taking it from around your waist. Now from your arms. I’m going to pour some water onto your chest. Now your neck. Now over your head. Now your face. Close your eyes and mouth for me. I’m scooping up more water to put on your chest and throat until the tub fills up more.” He stopped after pouring, resting his palm onto Goku’s much cooler shoulder. “Kakarot?” He squeezed it with the lightest amount of pressure. “Speak to me.”
It took a moment—a very long moment that caused Vegeta to hold his breath—but Goku responded with a very soft, very weak, “Hurt.”
“I know it hurts. I know how painful it can be.” He continued cupping water with his free hand, pouring it over Goku’s chest as he spoke. “It’s called kuvusa in our native language. It translates to different meanings. Awakening, maturing, growing—” He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. The point is that the kuvusa happens to Saiyans in their teens, usually around sixteen. Do you know how old you were when you had your tail removed?”
Goku found the strength to mouth a number that Vegeta was dreading.
Fifteen.
He sighed. “Of course it was.” After pouring one more cup of cold water over Goku’s chest, he said, “ Kuvusa is basically Saiyan puberty, Kakarot. They removed your tail too early. Had they waited until you were seventeen, you wouldn’t be going through this right now.” He rubbed Goku’s shoulder up and down as he spoke, the skin finally cool enough to touch. “I don’t know what triggered it. The only thing I can think of is our close proximity. You’ve probably never been around a full-blooded Saiyan for more than a few hours, maybe a few days. We’ve been together for a whole year , and while your tail was removed down to the root, I still have remnants of mine. That means I still had my tail pheromones, which I’m assuming your body reacted to since it never went through kuvusa . It probably took a whole year since I assume my tail stub can only release so many pheromones—”
“H-Help.” He froze mid-sentence at the sight and sound of Goku’s whimper, followed by Goku’s trembling hand lifting out of the water, towards him. “H-Hurts.”
Vegeta grabbed that hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “I’m here.” The primal urges in him started up again as he held Goku’s hand in both of his, giving it a squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go through this alone.” When Goku started to shake his head, Vegeta growled, “I don’t care if you feel guilty or some stupid shit like that. I’m staying right here. Got it?”
For the first time since he found Goku like this, he felt Goku squeeze his hand in return. A very weak squeeze, but it was enough to assuage Vegeta’s fear, as well as his deeper, more primal urges.
He finally felt a semblance of relief when Goku finally opened his bleary eyes, the tiny slits showcasing all the pain and fear he was enduring inside. But he saw through it all one emotion, one that Vegeta held onto as Goku passed out from the pain.
Gratefulness.
Vegeta stayed in place, kneeling against the tub, never letting go of Goku’s hand.
***
Hours passed and Goku hadn’t woken. Vegeta kept his promise and never left his side. He cared for him the whole time without a shred of embarrassment: carried him out of the tub, patted him dry with a towel, brought him to his own bed, propped his head up on all the pillows, monitored his breathing and his temperature as the hours went on, cleaned up after Goku as more of his tail grew, catching the little spurts of blood before they landed on the sheets.
He did this without a complaint and without fail, until the moment Goku finally opened his eyes, gazing up at him.
Vegeta anticipated the sudden gasp of pleasure from Goku, as well as his sudden spreading of his legs, a thick wetness pouring out from below. It was part of kuvusa, what he himself went through ages ago. Back then, he had the help of the various sex toys he knew of from his travels throughout the universe. He didn’t need a partner then. His hand and the toys he bought were enough to satisfy his kuvusa.
This would be different. It had to be. A fully grown, adult Saiyan, going through kuvusa , after decades of laying dormant? Vegeta mentally prepared himself for what he most likely had to do. His primal urges demanded it, and he only had so much control.
But he wouldn’t hurt Goku. He wouldn’t rape him. If Goku said no, urges be damned, he’d show him how to get through this another way.
Goku’s back arched off the bed as another jolt of pleasure ran through him, his fingers clawing into the sheets. He gasped loud, throwing his head back as a pearl of cum ran down the side of his hard dick, all in time with another gush of wetness from his ass.
Vegeta swallowed against his dry throat, his dick twitching in his spandex from the arousing sight. He inhaled the scent Goku gave off, soaked in the sight of his body writhing on the bed, his taut neck, bulging muscles, his cock, his ass, everything that any other Saiyan would jump all over for. Everything that his primal instincts screamed at him to take, right now.
He leaned down. “Kakarot.” His hand cupped the side of Goku’s face. “Kakarot, look at me.”
Those eyes found him, full of lust and need and want. But Vegeta could see it—the uncertainty and fear. The things that held him back from giving in at all.
Holding Goku’s head in place, Vegeta whispered, “Tell me no.” He thumbed his cheekbone a few times. “You don’t need me if you don’t want me. You can do this on your own.” At the sight of Goku’s tears pooling at the corner of his hooded eyes, he rushed out, “I swear to you, Kakarot, I won’t do anything, I promise, tell me no and I’ll leave right now, I swear—”
“Please.” The desperation in Goku’s raspy voice. The need and want and desire. “I-I… want.”
Those tears finally fell as Goku sobbed, “Trust you.”
Vegeta dove in, covering Goku’s mouth with his in a searing kiss.
All the primal urges he held back for so long finally bubbled up to the surface, usurping every ounce of rational thought. Red tinted the edges of his vision, his mind a passenger to his own body. It felt like he watched himself from the outside, observing every bite, every suck, every lick to Goku’s skin. He tore off all his clothes, spandex in shreds, armor broken in pieces, before mounting Goku’s willing, pliant body.
Animalistic growls and snarls rose out of Vegeta, sounds he never made before—and if he did, not at this intensity. They peppered every touch, scratch, bruise and lick he made on Goku’s body, leaving his marks everywhere on that pale skin. His nub of a tail wagged, releasing more of his own pheromones, mixing his scent with Goku’s, creating an intoxicating plume around them. He breathed it in, purring at how good it smelled, how damn delicious and also weirdly comforting it was. As if this was what his body needed most of his life. As if this somehow, someway, actually felt right.
He wanted to go slow, ease Goku into something he never did before. But his body wouldn’t listen to him anymore, not with the way Goku smelled, the way he sounded, the way he tasted . Not with how submissive he was, accepting every little thing Vegeta did to him—the bites to his traps and shoulders, the scratches to his sides and arms, the sucks to his nipples leaving them purple, the nips to his belly button and hip dents. Goku took it all willingly. He wanted him. Trusted him.
Vegeta held onto those words as he easily slipped inside Goku’s dripping wet ass, immediately fucking him hard and raw.
Everything blurred in and out. Pitch darkness with the occasional bouts of red consumed his vision. Sounds of wet flesh, guttural howling, pithy whines, heavy labored breathing, sharp cries of pleasure, all this purring. They were all Vegeta could recognize.
Goku felt so damn good inside.
The pleasure reached a crescendo too fast to his liking, but he couldn’t stop himself. The sounds they made, the way their scents mixed so well together, how supple and wet and tight Goku felt around his dick—
Vegeta roared.
His nails dug harder into flesh. The flesh of strong hips. Goku’s hips. He pumped himself faster, fucking Goku harder like he was a fuck doll, the whole bed moving in time with his thrusts.
Sweat dripped into his mouth. Salt hit his tongue. Hot breath fanned over his equally hot face.
He unraveled at the sound of Goku’s sharp cry of his name.
“Vegetaaaaaahhh!”
If he roared back Goku’s name, Vegeta didn’t know. He collapsed promptly onto Goku’s sweaty body and the darkness behind his lids.
***
He woke up still on the bed, still deep inside Goku but no longer on top of him. Vegeta spooned his body from behind, one arm around Goku’s waist, the other around his torso. He attempted to release Goku and pull out, but something strong held him in place.
A quick glance down told him what it was. A dark brown tail, wrapped right around his leg.
The sight of another tail—a chestnut-colored tail—wrapped around Goku’s leg made him freeze for a long, long time.
He stared at the sight of his experimental squeeze to Goku’s leg actually happening before him. A squeeze Goku’s tail responded to, giving him the same gesture.
The sensation and sound of Goku’s purr, right against his chest, directly under his arms, nearly caused Vegeta to moan on top of his lungs. He suppressed it as best he could, opting instead to stroke Goku’s torso with his fingertips. He traced his abdominals, his sides, the curve of his hip, repeating the motions again and again, until he stopped at his pectorals and the hard, pointed nipples there.
A gentle brush of his fingertips over one nipple, and Goku moaned, writhing on his dick. Another brush to the other nipple, and Vegeta had to suck in his bottom lip from the way Goku squirmed in his hold, a cry of pure pleasure ripping out of him.
Slowly, he rested both of his palms over Goku’s pecs, giving them a firm squeeze.
The reaction Goku gave him was glorious. Choked cry. Chest bucking forward into his hands. The tail around his leg fluffing out. That tight ass around his dick squeezing hard, gushing out fresh wetness.
Vegeta buried his face into the crook of Goku’s neck, breathing him in deep, his nose molding to the skin.
He moved his hips slow, his dick pumping in and out of Goku with shallow thrusts, barely leaving him before pushing back inside. Every thrust accompanied every squeeze to those pecs in his palms, rubbing the hard nipples underneath in different ways. Circular. Side to side. Up and down. He couldn’t help smiling at the way Goku reacted to it all, moving with his hands, thrusting back with his hips, creating a symphony of sounds and sensations Vegeta needed more of.
It felt amazing sucking on Goku’s neck like this. Felt good licking his way up to Goku’s jawline. Felt just right when he kissed Goku deep, purring into his mouth. A wave of possessiveness and protectiveness washed over him when he pulled away and soaked in the way Goku looked in this moment, right at him. Dilated, hooded eyes. Parted, well kissed lips. Pink cheeks. Sweaty bangs matted to his forehead.
Vegeta fluttered his eyes shut, submerging himself in everything Goku. The way he tasted as they kissed. The way he felt as he fucked him, feeling every inch of him as he moved in and out. The sounds, those beautiful Saiyan sounds, right there, against him, beneath him, for him. Only for him and him alone.
All his reservations disappeared as he pulled out of their kiss, brushing their noses together.
He purred in a dark, sultry growl, “Mine.”
Vegeta came when Goku responded with the same growl.
***
Goku had no idea how much time had passed since this ‘kuvusa’ began. Reality faded in and out for him so many times. One moment, he would be in bed, holding himself back from screaming in pain, and the next moment, he found himself in a soothing cold bath, the sound of Vegeta’s purrs keeping him calm.
It boggled Goku’s mind still how Vegeta acted around him. When he first felt pain during sleep—some of the worst pain he ever went through in his life—he fought his body hard, resisting the urge to scream or cry. He didn’t want to disturb Vegeta, remembering what happened over the past year when he accidentally did so. As much as he wanted to wake him up and ask for help, he couldn’t risk it. Not with the way his body was acting in that moment, his cock hard, his back leaking something, his skin practically on fire. Whatever was happening to him, Goku had to figure this out on his own.
Except the pain got worse, and worse . The times he faded into unconsciousness became the moments he craved, all needed reprieves from whatever was happening to him. When he felt Vegeta’s ki moving around, he tried sitting up, turning over, saying something, doing anything, but he couldn’t. Nothing cooperated. His mind proved no use against his body.
He feared the worst when Vegeta pulled the curtains dividing their ‘bedroom’ and poked his head inside.
He never, ever expected Vegeta to not only help him, but also… care for him. Really cared for him, in ways he still couldn’t believe happened between them.
When he had moments of clarity, his mind questioned what was happening. The kuvusa itself, what his body was doing, where was he now in the room, where was Vegeta, why was Vegeta doing this, did Vegeta really want this, did he himself really want this, why did everything feel so damn good—but he never got to voice any of that aloud. His body controlled everything, satisfied only when its demands were met, and it still boggled Goku over what his instincts were telling him: it wanted Vegeta and only Vegeta. His body, his instincts, this kuvusa —all it craved was Vegeta and Vegeta alone.
It didn’t feel weird needing Vegeta this way. Possibly because of the kuvusa demanding he stay pliant and willing at all times. Acting like this was so different to Goku. Sex was good occasionally, sometimes fun, but this? He burned. He needed it all the time. His body demanded satisfaction, hungered for a cock inside him—something he didn’t know could even happen—craving to be fucked hard until he orgasmed himself to unconsciousness.
With how weak and defenseless Goku felt, Vegeta could’ve done anything to him. He could’ve used him any way he wanted. He could’ve mocked him for his pathetic state and let him suffer. But he didn’t do any of that. He bathed him. Explained the kuvusa to him. Kissed him. Held him. Touched him. Gave his body what it needed and more.
He meant those two words when he said them to Vegeta however long ago. Words that he knew Vegeta needed and wanted to hear before moving forward with anything.
Goku really did trust him.
There was no one else he’d have by his side at this moment, when he was at his weakest. ChiChi would’ve helped without question, but she would’ve fretted over his situation more than Vegeta. She would’ve tried to call Bulma or Gohan or a doctor or all three and tried every single solution that was out there until Vegeta sat them all down and explained what it actually was. She would’ve tried to satisfy him too, but with the amount of times he had sex with Vegeta, Goku wasn’t sure she could keep up.
Plus, he really, really didn’t want to show her or anyone this side of himself. Not the fact that his body was doing things other human bodies didn’t, nor the whole ‘need sex’ thing. It was his state of weakness. No one ever saw him as weak and powerless before. He was the one everyone relied on, the one people counted on when things were at their worst. He was supposed to be strong all the time. Not like this.
It only felt right with Vegeta seeing him like this. Only with Vegeta did it feel okay to be this weak and defenseless. Maybe it was because he was a Saiyan too and this was a purely Saiyan thing between them. Maybe it was the way Vegeta cared for him, treating him like he was something precious—something he knew he gave ChiChi and their sons, but never really given that kind of attention in return, and he had a good idea why. He was strong. He was always strong. The strong don’t need protection.
But Vegeta—Vegeta knew what he needed. Vegeta knew what it was like to not be the strongest, to be the one defenseless, the one who needed a hand. Vegeta knew full well what that was like, and instead of throwing it into Goku’s face, he took him into his arms, held him close, kept him safe and gave his body everything.
Against his ear, Vegeta purred, “Kakarot…”
Goku moaned from where he knelt, his arms flopped by his sides, his head tilted back, resting on the curve of Vegeta’s shoulder. He purred in response, moving with every deep, slow thrust into his body, feeling every inch of Vegeta’s thick cock sliding in and out of him.
Fingers alternated between rubbing and pinching his nipples, pulling sharp cries of pleasure out of him. A strong arm held Goku upright and against Vegeta’s torso, the only thing that kept him from not collapsing to the bed face-first. That mouth alternated between kissing, licking and nipping his neck, adding to the many bruises and hickeys that littered the area. Their tails ran side by side, caressing and petting and pulling as much as Vegeta’s hand did to his nipples.
His brain overloaded from all the delicious sensations, but his body demanded more, needed more, needed Vegeta to fuck him harder, fuck him faster, pull at his hair, bite into his neck, scratch his skin, spank his ass, own his body completely until he screamed for mercy. All things Vegeta did to him already. All things Goku still couldn’t believe he enjoyed and wanted again.
Vegeta licked his way up to his ear, nipping on the lobe. Goku tilted his head towards him, offering whatever else he wanted.
Against the shell of his ear, Vegeta whispered that word again. The word that jolted Goku’s body and mind, sending him down a path of want and need and for some weird reason, comfort.
“Mine.”
Goku gasped at the hard thrust Vegeta gave him.
The teeth against his ear scraped the skin as Vegeta growled louder, “Mine.”
His whole body jerked at the next hard thrust.
Fingers snatched up his entire left pec and gave it a huge squeeze.
He moaned at the sensation of Vegeta’s tongue sliding all the way back down to his neck, teeth sinking in, suckling on the skin, before releasing it with a loud ‘pop.’
Goku found the strength to turn his head in Vegeta’s direction. Even with his blurry vision, he made out the curve of Vegeta’s predatory eyes and his sharp nose.
It felt right finally responding to that word with the one that lingered in his mind since Vegeta said it the first time. One that felt just right rasping aloud, right into his face.
“Yours.”
He smiled at the sound and the sight of Vegeta’s feral growl.
That smile stayed on his face as Vegeta shoved his face into the pillows, pushed him down onto all fours, bit into the side of the neck hard enough to draw blood and fucked him stupid. Just like his body wanted. Just like he needed.
***
Goku woke up later in a sea of warmth, his body weightless and relaxed. A soothing purr rumbled against his back, the sound seeping into his bones. Something soft and fluffy traced the line of his sternum down to his belly button and up again. The snap opening of a bottle cap. The rippling of water.
Wet fingers sunk deep into his hair, massaging his scalp, and Goku moaned, leaning into those strong hands.
Behind him, Vegeta purred louder. The tail on his chest moved around to his bicep, curling around it.
Goku opened his eyes for a brief moment, just to take in his surroundings. Filled bath, water at the brim. Vegeta’s legs on either side of his legs. His arms and tail floating in the water, absolutely relaxed. A shampoo bottle and bar of soap sitting on a wooden stool next to the tub.
He sighed, fluttering his eyes shut, leaning into those massaging hands working his scalp. The sound of scrunching hair, the scent of lathered soap and the feel of those gentle hands consumed his senses, lulling Goku into a state of pure relaxation.
Vegeta’s purring provided the soundtrack to this… whatever this was. Grooming? Pampering? Cleaning him because he started to stink from all their sex? It didn’t matter why, only that it felt so damn good. No one ever did this to him before—
The hands stopped at a place behind his head.
Goku frowned at the fingers lifting slowly away from his scalp.
He huffed, leaning up a little to push his head back into Vegeta’s hands.
They returned, much to his happiness, but not as sure or as strong as before.
One of those hands rested over a spot back there, putting a light pressure to the area—
His eyes snapped wide open in realization.
Vegeta said the fact aloud. “This is it. The injury.”
The very light pressure remained, unmoving, completely still.
Goku felt his cheeks burn, a different kind of burn from what he felt before. A burn accompanied by feelings he didn’t want to address or acknowledge.
Slowly, Vegeta moved his hand in a circular motion, the pressure just enough. Any more and Goku knew full well it would hurt.
His vision blurred on the edges, his eyes wide open and dry. He stared out into the white void of the Chamber, wishing there was something else there. A waterfall. A forest. Mountains. Anything.
The more Vegeta’s hand massaged that old bump, the more it felt good, releasing pressure he didn’t know existed there. Pressure that probably built up after years of laying dormant, untouched by anyone else except himself.
Vegeta’s other hand came into play, working the other side of the back of his head. Lathered soap rolled down the back of his neck. More pressure released as both hands worked their way around. Always moving slowly with a light touch. Always taking their time, never rushing, never pressing hard.
His entire vision blurred and burned when he heard Vegeta whisper, “Does it hurt?”
The sudden tightness in his throat restrained Goku from vocalizing anything. All he could do was a very slight shake of his head in response.
He wanted to lie when Vegeta asked, “Has it ever hurt?” He wanted to pretend he fell asleep. But after everything Vegeta did for him, without fail, without a single complaint, he gave in to his need to say the truth and nodded. A very slight, very shy nod.
For a moment, a wave of irrational panic and fear washed over him, especially when those hands slid out of his soapy hair. He readied himself for more questions, possible derision, something else horrible he couldn’t think of.
Something broke inside him when Vegeta did none of that and instead leaned in to kiss his scar.
It wasn’t the kuvusa this time that made Goku fall in and out of consciousness. He knew full well it wasn’t that. Not with the way he was crying, all tears and muffled noises. Not with the way he was clinging to Vegeta, hugging him tight, burying himself as much as possible into his body. It didn’t matter that he probably looked stupid like this, his large hunking frame curling as tight as possible into a ball only to hide itself into a body smaller than his. Not when Vegeta allowed him to do all of this without a complaint. Not when Vegeta embraced him in return, carried him out of the tub like he weighed nothing, dried him, laid down with him, kissed him, without a word said. As if he knew Goku couldn’t deal with anything said aloud, not right now.
He must’ve begged for Vegeta at some point, because he soon found himself on his back with his legs over Vegeta’s hips being fucked nice and slow, his hands up over his head, their fingers intertwined like their tails. Vegeta kissed him the whole time, eating up his moans and gasps, his whimpers and cries, feeding on his noises as much as he feasted on his body.
His orgasm hit him out of nowhere, a pleasant burn that took his breath away, leaving him numb, sticky and exhausted. Another built up in him as Vegeta kept fucking him slow, caressing his hips, his ass, his thighs, his arms, his chest, his sides, stopping at his face so those warm palms could cup his cheeks and tilt his head up enough to look at him.
He couldn’t tear his attention away from Vegeta. “Fuck.” Not when he looked at him like this. “Kakarot.” Not when he sounded like this. “Kakarot, I—”
Goku kissed Vegeta into silence, eating up his words and his moans. He kept kissing him even as Vegeta thrusted faster, grunting in exertion, hissing and gasping in pleasure, all noises Goku swallowed down into himself.
Only when he felt Vegeta coming inside him did he pull away, solely so he could watch him unravel. He absorbed every little piece of Vegeta—the furrowing of his eyebrows, his sharp chin and pointed nose, his parted well-kissed lips, the sweat on his skin, the way he moaned his birth name, the only one who could say it—and he felt his lips move against his will, felt them form something he didn’t want to say, not now, not yet, not like this, not when he was in this crazed state—
He froze at the sight of Vegeta’s eyes opening, locking onto him, the intense, hooded gaze galvanizing him. There was something there, something Goku couldn’t name or understand, something he wanted for some reason, something that made him yearn—
Goku gasped at the sharp thrust Vegeta gave him, the pleasure forcing him to shut his eyes.
The sudden spike of panic and uncertainty left him when Vegeta leaned in, kissed him and moved inside him once more, building up the pleasure all over again. Mindless, safe pleasure.
***
Somehow, someway, the kuvusa got worse. Much worse. Consciousness became rarer than before. Goku barely had the energy to eat, let alone drink. Moving around in bed proved harmful. Any nudge or shift made him whimper in pain. Vegeta was there each time he woke up, hovering over him, saying words he couldn’t understand well enough, his head stuffed with cotton and shoved underwater. It didn’t matter what Vegeta was saying or doing to him. To Goku, nothing mattered anymore.
Rather than fight what was happening to him, he did something he never did before: he gave in. He succumbed to what was happening to him. Resisting this was useless, after all. He was useless. He couldn’t beat this back because it wasn’t a physical being he was combatting, but himself, and there was no way he could beat himself. He was too weak to do that. Too damn weak against something this powerful, something part of his Saiyan nature, something he should’ve had decades ago, and now it was destroying him from the inside out, this heat, this straight-up pain-laced inferno—
Goku gasped at the sensation of something warm entering his body. Something long, thick and new.
Lips pressed to his neck. His jawline. Hands, gentle hands, lathered in something cold and thick, spread whatever it was all over his chest. It smelled good. Citrus-like, very mild, not irritating.
The thing inside him moved so slow, Goku picked up what was different about it. Not smooth like skin, but soft. Almost tickling him.
He forced himself to look, pushed his eyelids open, tilted his head down to confirm what he felt.
Goku moaned at the sight of Vegeta’s tail moving in and out of him between his legs. He wanted to keep staring at it, fascinated by how Vegeta’s tail moved, circling his hole, nudging his insides, rubbing him in places that a cock wouldn’t be able to reach, but Vegeta’s lips caught his and he succumbed to their kiss, the whole room spinning around him.
His body found a rhythm with Vegeta’s tail, fucking itself back at the same time that tail pushed inside. He felt his hard cock slap his belly with each thrust, precum oozing down the sides, pooling around his belly button. His own tail thrashed underneath him, whipping the bedsheets around, aching for something he couldn’t name, couldn’t figure out at all.
But Vegeta knew. He must’ve known, just like he knew what to do with him this whole time. He knew his tail needed attention, so Vegeta gave it to him, sucking the furry tip into his mouth. He knew his ass needed to be fucked hard, so he fucked it with his tail, leaving his hands free to give Goku’s aching nipples all the attention they desired. He plucked and pinched them like strings, maintaining a steady tempo of fucking his ass at the same time as he sucked the tip of his tail. The foreign noises he made because of Vegeta, the loud cries and filthy moans, the way his body reacted to Vegeta, following along without fail or complaint—Goku lost himself in it all. He didn’t feel like a person anymore. Not even a Saiyan anymore. He was simply Vegeta’s instrument, owned by him, used by him, played by him, every lick and suck to his tail, every pinch and twist to his nipples, every slow thrust into his body bringing sounds out of him he never knew he could produce.
That mouth left his tail for a brief moment, long enough for Vegeta to ask, “Is it helping?”
Goku nodded, spreading his legs a little with the vague amount of strength he possessed.
The hands on his pecs rolled his nipples slowly, jolts of pleasure coursing from his chest down to his dick. His chattering teeth almost muffled the sound of Vegeta’s next question. “More?”
He managed to nod again, his breathing labored, his arms twitching uselessly by his sides.
Inside his body, Vegeta’s tail came to a stop.
The hands on his chest left for his thighs.
Steady hands lifted his legs up like nothing, high into the air. “Don’t make me hurt you.” Vegeta spread them wide in his grip. “The moment it hurts, I stop.”
He couldn’t reply. Not when he felt the head of Vegeta’s dick nudging his asshole, right beside his tail.
His body screamed for it, wetness from his ass gushing out at the very thought of what was about to happen. It trembled all over in anticipation, begging for Vegeta to do it, forcing Goku to stay relaxed, and Goku knew it would feel good. Everything Vegeta did to him felt good. He didn’t hurt him. He took care of him.
But his body couldn’t stop his whimper of fear from coming out.
Those hands hooked his knees over Vegeta’s shoulders. His body bent almost in half as Vegeta leaned in.
Palms cupped his head.
Vegeta’s breath heated his face. “This kuvusa is strong. Possibly the strongest any Saiyan has ever been through. But you, Kakarot?” Lips hovered over his, and Goku lost his breath when Vegeta whispered with complete confidence, “You are stronger. You’ll come out of this even stronger than before, just like you always do after every fight. I know how out of control you feel. I’ve been there. But you are in control, not the kuvusa. You can say no.” Lips brushed his, nose nudging nose. “You are the best.”
He wanted to tell him he was wrong, that he couldn’t fight it, that he wasn’t strong, he couldn’t fight this, he couldn’t stop it, he wasn’t enough—but none of that came out. Nothing of the sort, because deep down, he knew Vegeta was absolutely right.
Instead, Goku murmured, “Do it.”
“Kakarot—”
“Please.” He grunted, trying to lift his heavy arms up to embrace Vegeta. “Want it. Want you.”
“The kuvusa—”
“Not in control.” He forced his eyes open to stare up at Vegeta, pushing back the urge to shut them again. “I am.” He found those black eyes above him, wide and clear and full of worry and that something else he didn’t want to address just yet, and he said with a clear voice, “Fuck me.”
He kept his attention solely on Vegeta as his cock pushed inside, right alongside his tail.
His mind short-circuited from the pleasure he felt—the good burn down below, the stretch and push—but he forced himself not to look away or close his eyes. He had to show Vegeta he was in control. He had to show him he was still strong.
The burn kept going. The stretch kept intensifying. His cock leaked like crazy, his tail fluffed out and flailing on the bedsheets.
Then, Vegeta stopped, all the way in.
Goku felt absolutely full. He could feel the tail, his cock, the heat and stretch and everything that should’ve felt weird and wrong but instead felt absolutely amazing.
He watched Vegeta’s pupils dilate as he thrusted in. How he moaned as he thrusted out. How handsome he looked above him, red-faced and sweaty, lost in lust, because of him.
The dual sensation of a cock and a tail double penetrating him felt so right, being used like this. Each thrust felt like he was stretching more. Each thrust out, and more wetness spilled out of him. He knew he was smiling, probably even grinning from how good this felt, and he didn’t care if that made him a bad or a dirty person, because nothing this good could be wrong. Nothing this wonderful could be bad.
Then Vegeta picked up the pace and Goku threw his head back with a cry, finally succumbing to the sensations.
Cock alternated with tail, one thrusting in as one thrusted out. He moved his hips with Vegeta, somehow laughing in between his moans and cries of pleasure. It felt good to laugh, to show Vegeta he wasn’t just taking it but enjoying it. He was having fun, loving every minute of this, and he grinned wider at the sound and sensation of Vegeta’s chuckle reverberating against his chest.
“That’s it, Kakarot,” Vegeta purred, thrusting a little faster now with both his cock and tail at the same time. “Enjoy it. Give in to it.
“Fuck, I am, I do, uhn, fuck, oh fuck, shit—” He found control over his tail long enough to push it in the direction of Vegeta’s face. “—suck it again, suck my tail again, please—”
“Fuck yes.”
He howled the moment Vegeta’s mouth sucked in his tail tip and worked it like a cock, bobbing his head, sucking on the fur, taking it deep into his throat, rhythmically squeezing it with each swallow. His hands clawed at the sheets, ripping them at the seams. Then Vegeta’s hands found his wrists, yanking them from his sides to above his head, pinning them down with all his strength.
“Yes!” His cheeks hurt from how hard he was grinning. “Fuck, yes, yes Vegeta, yes!” His raw throat burned from how much he was screaming. “It’s, agh, it’s so—so fucking good!” His hips and back ached from how hard he was getting fucked at such a tight angle. “I can’t—fuck!—I can’t believe how good this is!” He didn’t care, because that pain meant nothing compared to this. “You feel so fucking good in me!”
His words of praise must’ve encouraged Vegeta to do more, much to Goku’s delight. The pace picked up, harder, faster, deeper, the squish and squelch of his ass echoing in the Chamber. Vegeta finally released his wrists only to hold them in place with what felt like a ki ring, the warm sensation not burning his skin but soothing it. Then Vegeta’s hands landed onto his chest and Goku cried on top of his lungs, arching his upper body up to him in offering.
Those fingers pinched and pulled at his nipples, twisting them here and there, the pain and the pleasure only adding to the delirious state Goku was in. He alternated between pinching and rolling, pulling and flicking. Only a few times did Vegeta release his nipples so he could smack them with the palm of his hands, the power behind those slaps causing his pecs to basically jiggle around, a sensation Goku felt like he could orgasm from alone if Vegeta kept that up.
That mouth popped off his tail again. One hand left his chest to hold it in a gentle, knowing grip.
He shivered at the sin that soaked Vegeta’s simple question. “Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation, he answered, “Yes.”
Goku knew what Vegeta was going to do as he slowed down the pace of his tail and cock. No hesitation or fear or panic came over him as Vegeta aimed his tail down towards his ass.
At the sensation of fur rubbing his stuffed asshole, Goku tilted his hips up and whispered the words he wanted to hold back but couldn’t any longer.
“I love you.”
He gasped when Vegeta replied, “I love you too.”
Then the tail pushed all the way inside.
Goku screamed as he came, his whole body convulsing from the intensity of his orgasm.
He floated in pure bliss for a long, long time,in a sea of comforting blackness, eventually submerging into its depths and passing out.
***
When they awoke later in a sticky, sweaty heap on the bed with Vegeta blanketing Goku’s body, the kuvusa was over. They knew by the sudden disappearance of their tails, as if they never existed.
Both anticipated awkwardness and possible regret for what happened between them. Both were ready for the other to ask if he could forget everything before, bury this away and continue on as if it never happened.
They proved the other wrong when they kissed at almost the exact same time.
It wasn’t going to be easy managing a relationship like this. They knew their flaws and problems. They knew they would have to juggle with obligations and time and the like. They knew their wives might not like what happened, though Vegeta insisted they knew something was going on between them, much to Goku’s surprise. So it probably wasn’t going to be that bad.
But they knew what they felt was right. They knew by the way they trained again, bickered like an old couple again—yet treated the other with such reverence and love, through their kisses and embraces and other intimate moments—that everything was going to be okay.
Year one went by smoothly. Year two already proved to be a wild adventure. Who knew what year three would bring.