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The sound of flesh colliding with flesh could be heard and felt around the two figures fighting. Animals scurried away to avoid becoming the next poor spot that got crushed under these beings' power blasts. The ground shook, the sky was littered with bursts of energy, and two spectators decided this sparring session was becoming increasingly dangerous to witness. "We best skedaddle, Lemo. We might get caught in the crossfire," Cheelai told her friend. "The cave is far enough from their sparring grounds." "Agreed." Lemo replied. "We best leave these two to their training. I'm sure Broly is in good hands." "I still don't trust that Goku guy." Cheelai frowned and crossed her arms. "Oh, come on. Broly is ten times stronger than him. If anything, it's Goku I'm worried about." "Hmph." Lemo stared at his friend, a wicked smirk appeared across his face. "But I guess it's natural that you're so worried about Broly." He shrugged. "Eh?! What's that supposed to mean?!" Cheelai blushed and shook her fist at Lemo. "Nothing, nothing. Let's get going before they really start going at it." Lemo and Cheelai left the scene to the safety of their cave turned house, letting the two full blooded Saiyans to their exercises. - Goku was struggling to keep up. He was in his Ascended Super Saiyan form and Broly was still besting him by a long shot. "Broly, wai- ACK!" Goku barely dodged what could've been a fatal blow to the head. The small mountain where he had landed before was now a pile of crumbled rock. "BROLY!" That seemed to catch the other's attention and Broly stopped fighting. "Huh?" "WHEW! Boy, it's tough t' keep up with ya. Just remember this is a trainin' exercise, and not a real battle. You've been close t' killin' me like four times!" "Oh. I apologize." Came Broly's response. Goku waved him off, "ya need t' learn how t' control yer power, buddy. Otherwise ya'll end up without a sparrin' partner and I'll end up in Otherworld again." Goku chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "What's- Otherworld?" Broly quirked an eyebrow at Goku. "Oh, hahaha, it's the place you go to when ya die. And I rather stay alive t' keep trainin' with ya." Goku played with his tattered gi for a bit. Broly gave a small smile. The Earth Saiyan powered down. "Let's take a break. We'll continue once I get my energy back." Broly and Goku touched down on the mostly destroyed grounds and sat down. "Have ya ever tried meditation?" Goku asked his new friend. Broly frowned. His source had tried to get him to meditate but Broly never saw the point of it. He believed in letting all out when fighting, and that was a hard belief to drill out of him, Paragus had found out, so he stopped making Broly try to meditate and instead built a shock collar for him with a remote control. It was the only way he could think of to keep Broly's power in check. "No. I never was able to." "Well, there's nothin' like 'now' t' learn stuff, right?" Goku sat cross legged facing Broly, "try it with me!" Broly obediently sat cross legged, imitating Goku's posture, and closed his eyes as soon as Goku did. "Clear yer mind of any thoughts." Goku almost whispered. Broly frowned. He was too hyped up from the sparring session to not replay the images of it in his head.He tried again, but mental pictures would just not leave him alone. "Grrrr, I can't!" Broly bashed his fists against the rocky terrain, causing fractures to ripple around where they were sitting. "Easy, champ. It takes practice." Broly was mad and frustrated. His temper easily got a hold of him. "I don't want to do this anymore." Goku sighed, "well, we need t' think of somethin' t' take the edge off ya." He tapped his chin with a finger. An idea struck and Goku smiled. "I know! Vegeta taught me a special technique for releasin' pent up energy. He said it was a very secret technique so this stays between us, okay?" Broly nodded, curious about this special, secret technique Goku was talking about. "I need ya to sit on that rock over there." Goku pointed to a small, flat rock, and watched as Broly got up and took a seat. Goku followed. "Now then," Goku cracked his hands and his neck, looking very smug. "Okay, I'm gonna release ya from yer pants." "Huh?" Broly wondered what he meant by that. As Goku went to grab the crotch area of Broly's leggings, Broly caught his hands by the wrist and stopped Goku from going any further. "What are you doing?" "Hm? Oh. This technique won't work if yer wearin' pants." A blush creeped over Broly's cheeks, "I-" More images invaded his mind, images of his source and how Broly had learned the hard way not to give into certain urges. "I'm not allowed to do that. Not with someone else." Goku tilted his head, "did Paragus teach ya that?" Broly nodded. His source had refused to help Broly when he came of age, leaving the young Saiyan aching. Every time Broly had wanted to even get close to him, Paragus would activate the shock collar, and Broly would suffer through immense pain. Goku smiled and placed his hands on Broly's thighs, "there's nothin' wrong with pleasure, Broly. We're Saiyans. And like Vegeta said; 'our bodies are built for war and sex'!" Goku winked at his new sparring partner. Broly was still hesitant, so Goku added, "besides, yer dad ain't here anymore. Ya can let loose. Trust me." The larger Saiyan gulped, not really understanding the term his new sparring partner had used, and let go of Goku's wrists, a silent gesture for him to continue.Goku smiled and let his hands rub up and down Broly's muscular thighs. He started purring as he felt the muscles tense and untense beneath his careful ministrations. "What's that sound you're making?" Broly asked. Goku stopped, his cheeks becoming pink. "It's called purring. It happens when yer havin' a good time." He continued massaging Broly's legs, with every upward stroke, he got closer and closer to his destination. Seeing Broly release a breath of air, Goku boldly moved his hands to the hem of Broly's leggings and pulled them down slowly, revealing more and more skin. "You okay, champ?" "Y-yeah!" Broly gasped as his hardening member was revealed. "Oh wow. It keeps goin'!" Goku chuckled until he saw just how big Broly was, and that was no laughing matter. "Oh. My. Kami." "What?" Asked Broly, confused. "Why did you stop?" "Nothin'- Just... Yer huge!" Broly, not really having another Saiyan to compare his size with, nor growing in a culture where size mattered, didn't quite understand the small sparkle in Goku's eyes as his entire dick was released from its confinements. "Is that bad?" "Oh, no! It's not bad at all." Goku replied with glee. "The more t' love, right?" The larger Saiyan cocked an eyebrow, but let Goku marvel at his member for a while longer. "Now what?" Goku snapped out of his trance. Sure, Vegeta was big but Broly! He was on his own level. "Hm? Oh, now I can help ya relax." Goku took a steadying breath before bringing his lips to the very tip of Broly's cock and placing a soft kiss on it.Broly held his breath as he watched Goku rub his moistened lips along his shaft. It felt otherworldly, nothing like his own callused hand. Then, without warning, Goku swiped his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip before plunging down, taking almost half of the length in his mouth in one go until the head hit the back of his throat. "Oh, GODS!" Broly exclaimed. It was a heavenly feeling to have someone use their mouth to pleasure him. A tongue teased his slit before rubbing the underside of his dick. Broly shut his eyes, his hands curled into fists, and his legs shook. When Goku started bobbing his head up and down, each time taking more of Broly inside his mouth, the larger Saiyan let out a howl of pleasure as he threw his head back. He felt his body catching on fire, energy wracked his frame, and jolts of electricity went up his spine. He was about to release inside his new ally's mouth and the thought was invigorating.Broly placed his hands on either side of Goku's head and held him still. Goku glanced up to see Broly's eyes had turned golden. He tried to get off of Broly's dick to ask what was wrong but the other Saiyan wasn't having it. Broly stood up and tightened his grip on Goku's hair before he proceeded to face fuck him with a brutal pace.Goku groaned and tapped Broly's thigh. He could barely breath with that gigantic cock constricting his airway. Tears gathered in his eyes and Goku realized Broly would not stop until he climaxed. All the smaller Saiyan could do was hang on and enjoy the ride.It didn't take long for Broly to reach the edge and spill inside Goku's mouth. With a roar and an energy spike that left a sizable crater underneath them, Broly released in long spurts of liquid white down Goku's throat. Wave after wave, he rode his orgasm hard.Finally, Goku's head was let go of and Goku took several gulps of air. He felt dizzy after the rough treatment, but what else was he to expect from someone like Broly? He was rough around the edges, and little by little, Goku was going to polish them out. "Wow." Was all Goku could say. Broly's eyes widened and he knelt down in front of Goku, "sorry. I couldn't control myself." "It's fine!" Goku said cheerfully. "It's not like I didn't enjoy it. So, did ya like it?" "Kakarot... " Broly had long ago chosen to call Goku by his Saiyan name after Goku had explained why he had two names. Besides, Goku had asked Broly to call him 'Kakarot'. "Yeah?" "I want more."
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"Eh?!" Goku heard Broly, but his brain failed to process that request. Broly was getting agitated again. He stood up, grabbing his smaller sparring partner, and lifted him until not even his toes touched the ground. "I WANT MORE." Goku blushed, finally understanding the implications of that sentence. He wiggled out of Broly's grasp and giggled, "gee, Broly. Do ya really wanna have sex with me?" Broly tilted his head to the side, "what is that word?" "WHAT?!" Goku face planted on the ground. He couldn't believe this hunk of a Saiyan didn't even know what 'sex' meant. But then thinking about it, and how badly Paragus must've raised him, it wasn't all that shocking. Goku put a fist to his mouth and thought for a while. "I can't imagine yer dad being the fatherly type t' sit ya down and explain the birds and the bees t' ya. So I'll do that for ya!" He finished enthusiastically. Goku sat down and patted the ground next to him for Broly. Once Broly was seated as well, Goku began."Vegeta has explained a lot about Saiyans t' me. It's really cool! For one, we have both parts. Um... Ya know- A dick and a pussy." Broly quirked an eyebrow. His ki started increasing. "Okay, okay, okay! Let me show ya." Goku stood up and untied the sash holding his gi up. As his pants were lowered, a fluffy black tail appeared, wrapped around his waist. "You have a tail." Broly noticed. "Hm? Oh, yeah. Vegeta and I had them restored a while back. Vegeta said it's pointless t' know about Saiyans without havin' a tail. Dontcha have one?" Broly hesitantly reached out to touch the other Saiyan's tail but stopped midway. "My source removed it." "Oh." Goku paused. "Well, I can get it back for ya if ya want. It's really simple!" Goku unwound his tail from his waste and flicked Broly's nose with it. The larger warrior automatically breathed in the musky scent coming from it and groaned. He started getting up only to be stopped by Goku."Easy, big guy. I still need t' show ya how it all works." Goku lowered his boxers and turned around, bending over as he did so. He slid a hand between his legs and pulled his breeding hole open. "See? We have a pussy," he stood up and turned around, "and a dick." Goku held on to his shaft and gave it a few pumps. Broly sniffed the air and growled softly. He pulled his leggings down and tried feeling for his breeding hole only to find he didn't have one. "Where is mine?" "Oh. That's because yer still a virgin. That means ya've never had vaginal sex before." Goku kneeled in front of his sparring partner and took a look, feeling his way around Broly's groin. "See? Ya still have the membrane that covers the entrance. But dun worry about it." Goku blushed while saying the next part, "ya'll be toppin' me this time, if that's okay. I really want t' feel yer massive cock inside me..." Broly perked up at those words, "inside you?" "Yeah! Ya put yer dick inside my pussy and then we have sex." Broly started getting up, intent on lowering Goku to the ground to do just that. A hand stopped him and Broly growled louder this time. "Ya need t' prep me first," Goku said softly, "such a big guy like you will tear me apart." "Prep?!" Broly was growing increasingly frustrated with all these new words. "Ya use yer fingers inside me." Goku got up, took his boots and garments off and propped himself on his elbows on a nearby rock that had survived their sparring. Broly followed and stood next to him, not knowing what to do. "Put two fingers in yer mouth and get them all wet, then put those fingers inside my breeder." Goku said helpfully. The large Saiyan did just that. He sucked on his digits, then brought them down to Goku's entrance. He stuck his fingers inside and gasped, "you're so warm!" "Hahaha, yeah. Our bodies- Ngh! Are very warm inside." Goku started purring, making Broly pause. "Try moving yer fingers in and out of me." Broly, still mesmerized by the sound Goku was making, did so without a thought. His fingers slid out and then in again, out and in. Goku's moan made him stop, "why are you making that noise?" Broly asked. "Because it feels good." Goku wiggled his ass to get Broly to continue. His fingers continued to thrust into Goku, Broly instinctively started to increase the pace, making Goku moan even more. "I like the sounds you're making." Broly's cock, already knowing what to do before he did, began getting hard. "Yeah? Add another finger and ya'll make me moan even louder." Goku said cheerfully. Broly pulled his fingers out and sucked on another one, he couldn't help but run his tongue across the two digits that were working Goku open as well and he let out a moan, "you taste good." Broly then stuck all three fingers inside Goku's breeding entrance and started pumping them in and out at a fast pace. Goku groaned loudly and his tail puffed up to twice its size. It twisted around Broly's wrist to encourage him. "Oh, yes! Dun stop, Broly." Broly watched the tail tighten around his arm and couldn't resist touching it. He remembered how much it could hurt to touch such a sensitive place so he was very careful. "AHH!" Goku gasped at the sudden feeling in his tail. "Stroke it downwards, it'll make me feel real good!" Broly did so and heard his partner let out a long moan. Broly smiled. He really liked the sounds coming from Goku. Without much thought, Broly channeled some ki to his fingers and began thrusting them in and out hard. Goku almost screamed. He arched his back and spread his legs more. His tail released Broly's wrist and stood tall in invitation.Broly noticed a sweet smell coming from Goku's tail. He followed his nose until he found the source of it. On the very base of the tail, there was a plump pinkish patch of skin that was oozing a drop of clear liquid. Broly couldn't help but taste it.As soon as Broly's tongue touched Goku's tail gland, the smaller Saiyan let out a yelp and his orgasm came crashing down. "NNNGG- OH, FUCK!" Goku wasn't one to use expletives, but the surprise climax was so intense, he couldn't help himself from roaring the words out. Broly watched as liquid poured from Goku's breeding entrance. His hand was now soaked in transparent slick. "Oh, wow!" Goku could barely hold himself up. "That was fantastic." He panted. Broly removed his fingers and started licking them out of curiosity. The slick didn't taste as sweet as the small bud on the base of Goku's tail did, but it still tasted wonderful. Goku turned around and watched as Broly licked his hand clean, "heh, sorry about the mess." Goku scratched the back of his head, "ya just caught me off guard." "When do I put this inside you?" Broly grabbed his cock, it was standing at full attention now. Goku's eyes sparkled, "now is a good time." He said, lying on the rocky floor and spreading his legs. Broly knelt above him, "do I just put it in?" "Yeah! I'm good to go." Goku winked at the taller Saiyan. Broly grabbed hold of his shaft and felt for Goku's opening. Once he found it, he pushed inside and choked. "You okay, big guy?" "Yes." Broly closed his eyes and savored the feeling of penetrating someone for the first time. Goku was so, so warm inside, and so slick and tight and perfect. "This feels..." "Feels good, dun it?" Goku smiled as his body accommodated Broly's girth. Once Broly fit all he could inside Goku, he stopped, "now what?" "Ya pull out about halfway, and then push in again," Goku helped out. The large Saiyan did so and couldn't bite back a moan. He pulled out and pushed back inside, slowly creating a rhythm. "Ohhhh~ Broly." Goku panted, "ya feel so good. Yer so big!" Broly smiled and increased the pace. His mind snapped at the strong sensations coursing through his body. He grabbed Goku by the waist and pulled both of them upright. He started pumping in and out vigorously while Goku could only moan and hang on for dear life as he rode Broly's massive cock. The sounds of their skin slapping together became louder. "UGH! Broly! Slow down a bit, I'm-" Broly growled and pushed more of his dick inside Goku. He could feel something squeezing around the head of his shaft every time he thrust upward. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he had to push through. Instinct pushed him further, and with a mighty roar, Broly pierced Goku's cervix and came inside, his ki skyrocketed, destroying what little land was left untouched. Goku followed almost immediately, the sensations of having a dick swell up inside his womb were too much to resist.Both Saiyans moaned as their bodies locked together. Broly was still pulsing inside of Goku's womb, had Goku been in his heat, it would've surely impregnated him.Goku's mind was in a daze, and without thinking, he kissed Broly soundly. That seemed to break the spell for Broly and he gasped. "What do you call that?" "Huh?" Goku dreamily looked up at his new lover. "This..." Broly repeated Goku's actions and kissed him back. "Oh, that's called a kiss," Goku smiled lazily, "sorry. I was too forward." "I like it." Broly commented. He kissed Goku again, and again. Soon tongues were introduced and Broly couldn't get enough of it. "What the hell is going on here?!" A gruff voice registered in Goku's brain and he gasped, separating himself from Broly's mouth. He turned to look at a lone figure clad in dark blue in the distance. "VEGETA?!"
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Goku stared as the Prince's small frame approached them. He tried to get up, which was a big mistake as he and Broly's bodies were still connected. Both Saiyans groaned at the rather painful tug on their genitals. "How did ya get here?" Goku looked around and saw no ship. Besides, Goku never gave the planet's coordinates to Bulma, it was impossible for anyone but himself to find the planet Broly was on. "Honestly, I do not know how it happened. I felt your ki's and was able to teleport to them. I must have learned it while we were fused as Gogeta- DO NOT CHANGE THE SUBJECT! Why is Broly buried balls deep inside your cunt, you SLUT?!" Vegeta violently waved an arm at them. Goku felt Broly's arms come up and tighten around him as if trying to protect him. "I know this looks bad, but- I-it ain't what it looks like... Well, it IS but-" "Bullshit. Are you going to tell me it was an accident? You slipped and landed on his dick?!" "Vegetaaaa~ Ya even told me it's normal for Saiyans t' have more than one lover-" "NOT. MY. LOVER." Vegeta spat. Goku frowned and Broly growled at the Prince. "I was trying t' help him out, Vegeta. His dad never told him anythin' about anythin', he didn't even know what sex was. It was messin' with the sparrin' and I just wanted to help take the edge off. And then things just... Happened." Vegeta seethed, "you were kissing him as well." "Oh, that. Well, kissin' ain't that big a deal on Earth. I sorta forgot it's a big deal for Saiyans." Goku scratched the back of his head. "You forgot." Vegeta stated in a mocking voice and crossed his arms to keep them from lashing out at the younger Saiyan. "Sorry." "Oh, you shall be sorry." Vegeta walked up to them and grabbed Goku by the scruff of his neck, making Goku yelp in surprise. "This Saiyan here is MINE." The Prince enunciated each word, staring daggers at Broly. When Goku felt Broly's ki increase dramatically, he shook Vegeta off, "w-what he means, Broly, is that we're lovers. Um- That's another thing I haven't taught ya about." Goku turned Broly's face towards him, tying his best to calm the other Saiyan down. "See, Saiyans can have many mates, and um, that's completely ok-" "Can I be your mate?" Broly asked suddenly. Goku blushed. "ABSOLUTELY NOT." Vegeta interrupted. Broly turned to him again and bared his fangs, he tried moving away from Goku but his cock was still swollen up inside Goku's womb. "What- Why can't I move from you?" Goku blushed even deeper, "It's because yer a latcher, apparently. Latchers can make the head of their dick swell inside another Saiyan's womb. We're kinda stuck until my body releases ya." "Release me then. I will fight this Saiyan so I can be your mate." "Hmph!" Vegeta puffed his chest out and looked away. "That's not how it works, Broly. My body will release ya when it's good and ready. Also, once Saiyans become mates, they stay mates until one of them dies- NO! Dun get any ideas." Goku added hastily when he saw Broly's smirk. "Besides, Vegeta and I ain't mates, just lovers. So dun go killing Vegeta... I- Like him. A lot." Broly turned to look at Goku, "you like me too, right?" Goku saw the hurt in the larger Saiyan's eyes. "Oh, dear. Look... Let's just take things easy. We'll wait until my body is finished and we can separate, then we can talk things over." "As if." Vegeta grimaced. "I have nothing to say to both of you. I shall let my fists do the talking." "Geetaaaaa~" Goku whined. He knew how much that irritated the older Saiyan but he couldn't help it. He hated this kind of conflict. "Don't you 'Geeta' me, you third class. As soon as you two are done I WILL fight him." Goku frowned, the Prince hadn't used that term in a long time. He must really be angry. Broly again tightened his arms around his lover. Goku sighed. "There ain't no need for that. Broly still has a lot t' learn and YOU have some things t' learn too. Ya can't be so possessive all the time, Vegeta. Ya even told me Saiyans enjoy sharin'. 'The more the merrier' is what ya told me." "That- It does not apply to me! I am royalty and as such, I get to have what I want." Before Goku could retort, his body shuddered and Broly's cock was released. Broly slipped out as Goku stood up, dripping, half naked, and unsteady. Vegeta's eyes went wide as he saw what Broly was packing. "My- Gods, you are huge." The Prince then understood why Goku had wanted to get fucked by it. Any Saiyan would. "You are as big as-" "If ya say 'Raditz' I swear I'll be the one fightin' you, Vegeta." "Well, he IS." Broly got up and adjusted his leggings. He stared Vegeta down, confronting him, ready to fight off anyone who would stop him from being Goku's mate. Vegeta ignored the challenge, his mind already working a different scenario, no longer interested in fighting for the right to fuck Goku. "I'm sick and tired of ya mentionin' him every chance ya get!" Vegeta smirked at his ex rival, "now who is the one being possessive?" "I-" Goku shut his mouth at that. "You, boy. How would you like to try a real Saiyan?" Vegeta snapped his fingers at Broly. Broly growled and got into a fighting stance. "Ohhh~ You want to fight for dominance? That can work too." Vegeta dropped into attack mode. "You two really don't need t'-" Goku was interrupted by Vegeta's roar as he charged Broly. Broly immediately countered the attack and sent Vegeta flying into a nearby rock, he then charged Vegeta in turn. "Broly!" Goku tried calling out for him but it was too late, Broly was too eager to fight Vegeta for Goku. Vegeta, on the other hand, was fighting Broly for a completely different reason. The large Saiyan was quickly gaining the upper hand. Vegeta, in his base form, hadn't the smallest chance of winning against Broly, even if Broly was also in his base form. And Vegeta was well aware of this fact. They fought until Broly pinned Vegeta to the rocky floor, his hands came up to wrap themselves around Vegeta's neck. "YOU TWO, STOP!" Goku ran to where his comrades were and tried pulling Broly off, the larger Saiyan simple shrugged Goku off as if he were a mere fly. Goku fell flat on his ass, he quickly got up and transformed into Super Saiyan, intent on getting Broly off his partner. "K-Kakarot! Do not dare!" Vegeta's strangled voice made Goku stop. "I g-got it under control!" "What?!" Goku stared at Vegeta as if he lost his mind. Surely blood wasn't reaching his brain. "He'll kill ya!" "He- Will not!" As soon as Vegeta uttered these words, the tight hold on his neck loosened, Broly started sniffing around. Vegeta took a few gulps of air and maneuvered his top off to let the scent of his milk hit Broly full force. Vegeta was using a Saiyan's last resort to persuade their attackers into something other than fighting to the death; sex. Broly closed his eyes and inhaled, "what is that smell?" "That is the smell of a Prince allowing you to top him." Vegeta said smugly. "Did you really think I would let the chance of getting fucked by that massive cock pass me by?" "UGH! Yer such a size queen!" Goku powered down and threw his arms in the air, exasperated. He should have known Vegeta would pull such a cheap trick to get Broly in the mood. Broly followed the scent to Vegeta's chest, there was white liquid coming out of his nipples, he touched the fluid and brought it to his mouth. It tasted even better than Goku's tail gland. "Feel free to try more~" Vegeta purred. Broly didn't need to be asked twice, he ducked his head and ran his tongue along Vegeta's nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Vegeta moaned as his bud was surrounded by the warm mouth. "You will find that I can be an even better partner than Kakarot." Vegeta combed his fingers through Broly's wild mane, pressing his face into his chest. "Oh, is that what this is about? You wantin' t' best me in everythin' even with my sex partners?" Goku was furious at Vegeta for pulling this one on him. "Not at all, -mmm- Kakarot. This is about me getting my fix. You can hardly compare your size to Broly's." Vegeta sent an evil smirk to his sparring partner. Goku blushed and hid his face from Vegeta's prying eyes, "ya'd be an awful mate, Vegeta." The Prince laughed and guided Broly to his other nipple, "am I now? Why not join us? I am sure we can all have fun." Goku crossed his arms and pouted, then he walked away, he stopped and walked back, threw his arms in the air and growled, "I GUESS!" "Broly," came Vegeta's sweet voice, "this will work better if we get rid of our clothing." Broly stood up, never taking his eyes off his new conquest, and unwrapped his pelt from his waist. His leggings and boots were soon to follow. "Magnificent." Vegeta sat up to take his clothes off. They soon joined the pile of Broly's garments and all three Saiyans were as naked as the day they were born. "Now then." Vegeta got on all fours and lifted his tail. "You have a tail too." Broly said in a sad voice. He missed his tail now more than ever. "Aw, don't worry, Broly. We'll get yer tail back soon!" Goku smiled at the tailless Saiyan. "Kakarot, " Vegeta said seriously, "I do not think that is a good idea." "Why not?" "Just trust me on this." The Prince said mysteriously. Broly approached the Prince and kneeled behind him, he put two fingers in his mouth and then pressed them inside Vegeta's breeder. "Oh, no need to worry about formalities. I like a little pain." When Broly tilted his head Vegeta added, "I am a Prince, I do not need preparation. Just ram your giant cock inside me." Goku huffed. Typical of Vegeta to want it rough. Broly removed his fingers and replaced them with his hardened cock, he thrusted in and Vegeta howled to the skies.
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"Ahhh- HAAAAA~" Vegeta moaned loudly as Broly pounded into him for the fourth time that day. "For the gods' sake just finish already!"
Goku and the Prince had been taking turns bringing the powerful Saiyan to culmination over and over again for the past week, they hardly even sparred anymore. Broly had become insatiable now that he had his tail back.Goku hadn't heeded Vegeta's warning not to restore Broly's tail, and one day, while he had been giving Broly a massage after a particular grueling sparring session, Goku's hands had wandered low and with the right pressure in the right place, Broly tensed and let out a shout as his tail popped out of his back.Vegeta had spent an entire hour yelling at Goku about how careless he had been and how the both of them, Vegeta and Goku, were now stuck with a horny, powerful Saiyan that had his tail restored after years of not having it. The effects of having a tail after being so long without one would send Broly into a hormonal craze, not to mention the large warrior already had problems controlling himself at times.
Broly pushed forward one more time and exploded inside Vegeta. He growled as their genitals became interlocked and hugged the small Saiyan to his chest. "Ugh! Finally. It is over." Vegeta panted as he was enveloped in strong muscular arms. "I can't- I can't keep doin' this." Goku whined. He was lain on the ground, naked and sticky, still tired from his previous turn with Broly. "Agreed." The Prince let himself relax against Broly's hard chest. The one rare moment he could rest from the constant shagging, day in and night out, was when Broly pumped him full of seed or when he was busy fucking Goku. By this point, Cheelai and Lemo had noticed what the Saiyans were up to and had set some ground rules for Broly; no fucking near their home inside the cave. Other than that, the Saiyan could do whatever he wanted. Cheelai had tried to hide her hurt but eventually failed, luckily only Lemo had been around to comfort her and not the other warriors. She would've been mortified if the powerful beings had seen her crumble and weep. "We need- Help. Vegeta." Goku breathed in and out slowly to calm his rapidly beating heart. "Are you proposing we bring Gohan into the mix?" "HA! I've been barkin' up that tree for a long time. Gohan is in love with Videl and nobody else." Vegeta snorted. The humans were also out of the question. Broly would destroy them with the first thrust, and no amount of wishes would bring them back from the dead.Suddenly, an idea occurred to the smaller Saiyan, and the more he pondered it the clearer it became that that was the only way to satiate Broly's lustful appetite. "We need the Dragon Balls..." He finally spoke. "Eh? What for?" Then Goku paused, "ooooh, no. Yer just gonna use this as an excuse t' bring him back!" "Kakarot, we NEED an extra set of holes. Broly will end up killing us." "Ya do know Broly will kill him as soon as he starts... Ya know." "Saiyans are more hardy than you think, Kakarot. He will be fine. Plus, we can train him to become Super Saiyan. That way he can hold his ground better." "...No." Goku pouted. "You must put your differences aside, Kakarot. What happened happened a long time ago. You do not understand his reasonings. Now that you know more about our race, find it in your heart to see things from his point of view." "He kidnapped my kid!" "It was probably the only thing he could think of to get you to join him. He would never hurt one of his own, much less a mere child. Raditz wasn't many things but he knew how to bluff." "Forget it!" "Kakarot. My asshole, and my breeder are red and irritated from overuse. HAVE. MERCY." "Mine are too! Dun think yer alone in this." Broly was hardly paying attention to Vegeta and Goku's banter, he was already used to them arguing like an old married couple. Instead, as the two continued arguing, Broly started purring against Vegeta's head, content with just holding a warm body against him. After a lot of practice, and losing his temper several times, purring now came naturally to the large Saiyan and he did it at every opportune moment. "AAAAARG!" Goku growled and grabbed his head, "dun expect me t' be civilized with him!" Vegeta smirked, "my dear Kakarot, where would you ever get that idea from?" - "What are we doing with these things?" Broly asked, holding up a Dragon Ball and examining it.
With the help of the Dragon radar and a lot of questioning from one blue haired scientist, the three Saiyans had collected all seven of them in the blink of an eye. Broly had been amazed at the beauty of this planet called 'Earth'. The lush green and blue skies called to him, much unlike the cold and snowy region he had seen when he first came in Frieza's ship. There were also many inhabitants that looked delicious, but after Goku had freaked out when Broly had almost eaten a poor unsuspecting passerby, and had explained that humans weren't food, Broly had kept his distance from these creatures. Vegeta had been very much amused with the whole ordeal.Broly had expressed his desire to live here and bring his friends as well, but the other Saiyans had said first Broly needed to learn to control his power. This planet was too dear to them to risk having it destroyed. Broly had frowned at that but promised to learn to keep his powers in check. "We- We're gonna get ya a new friend t' play with, Broly." Goku explained. Broly's face lit up and he smiled, "where is he?" "We need to put all of these balls together and summon the Dragon," Vegeta took the ball from Broly, "then we ask for a wish." The Prince placed the orange ball next to six other almost identical ones and stepped back. "Who is doing this?" "You do it. I dun think I have what it takes t' wish him back." "Hmph." Vegeta splayed his hands over the Balls and recited the incantation. Broly watched as the balls glowed and a huge dragon burst into the darkening sky. His eyes widened at the imposing being. "Mighty Shenlong, grant me a wish!" Vegeta yelled. "WHAT IS IT YOU WISH FROM ME." The dragon boomed. "I wish to have the Saiyan Raditz restored to life here where we are gathered!" "YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED." A figure materialized a few feet away from them and a gasping, confused Raditz fell to his knees, looking around, not knowing what was going on. "What the- What the Hell? What?" He grabbed his chest, trying to feel for the injury that killed him. "NOW SPEAK YOUR SECOND WISH." Shenlong imposed. "Oh- FUCK!" Raditz fell back on his butt and fired at the huge green creature. The blast went right through. "That will be all, Shenlong." Vegeta shouted at the dragon. "SO BE IT." The dragon disappeared and the Dragon Balls were scattered to distant corners of the Earth. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! VEGETA?!" Raditz got up and walked to the Prince. "Raditz!" Vegeta said breathlessly. He speed walked to the tall Saiyan with the intent of giving him a nice warm welcome only to be slapped across the face. "Why didn't ya revive me sooner?!" Raditz spat, having put together the pieces. Goku watched, shocked at the display. Raditz would surely get sent back to Hell. Vegeta closed his eyes and turned to Raditz, "why- Were you so obsessed with your brother!" He slapped Raditz back, sending the taller warrior to the ground. "Wait- Obsessed with me?" Raditz touched his cheek and froze when he heard his brother's voice. "Kakarot? You're alive?" He stood up and walked up to a confused Goku. "Brother. Ya- Had me killed." Raditz couldn't suppress the hurt in his voice. "I- Ya threatened my family!" "Is this my new friend?" Broly piped in. "I like his hair." Raditz whirled around only to come face to face with a strong, very big, very hard chest. He took a step back and looked up at this stranger. "And you are?" His tail started waving in the air, slightly puffed out at the tip, a sign of irritation. "I'm Broly." The larger Saiyan smiled and leaned in to sniff Raditz's neck. "WOAH, there!" Raditz stepped back some more. He eyed the Saiyan up and down and gave out a huff, "haven't ya heard of personal boundaries?" Goku had to suppress a laughter. If only his dear brother knew what he was in for. Some would call it Karma. "Raditz, this is going to come across as a shock to you," Vegeta cut in and approached his once upon a time lover, "but soon you shall not have any personal boundaries with him." "...Meaning?" Raditz's tail kept swaying behind him. "We revived you for one reason, among others, and I, as your Prince, expect you to fulfill that reason." "Spit it out, Vegeta. I don't got time for yer riddles." "Vegeta, just tell him already." Goku complained. "You are to help us quench Broly's almost insatiable lust." "WHAT?!"
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Vegeta stopped the power blast Raditz directed at his own face. "Suicide will not get you out of this, Raditz!" Vegeta growled while holding both of Raditz's arms down. "I AIN'T SPREADING MY LEGS FOR NOBODY!" The long haired Saiyan shouted hysterically. "Oh, come off it, third class. It is not like you have never been topped before." "Th-that was different! It was family bonding!" "And Nappa?" "HE TOOK ME BY FORCE!" Raditz wailed. "I won't take you by force." Came Broly's sweet voice. Raditz and Vegeta stopped struggling to look at the larger Saiyan. "I'll make sure you want it just as bad as I do." Goku snickered, "looks like ya have yerself a fan, brother." "Oh, fuck off, Kakarot. All three of ya fuck off." Raditz shrugged Vegeta off and turned to Broly, "yer sweet talks won't get me in the mood, ya know. I won't be part of this sex thing ya'll have going on. I'm here to reclaim my place as a Saiyan, train, get stronger and- OH, MY GODS!" Raditz's jaw dropped as Broly's pants dropped to mid thigh. Broly smiled victoriously when Raditz shut up and couldn't take his eyes off him. It worked for the Prince, maybe it would work for the newcomer. "Okay, granted, you are hung like a Tanpah, BUT," Raditz turned to look at all three warriors, "that doesn't mean I wanna ride that." "It gets bigger~" Goku stage whispered trying to hide his myrth. Raditz stared at his younger brother and cursed. He looked back at Broly and gulped. The Saiyan certainly had sex appeal, if not a bit intimidating. "I get to top him first." "That will not work, Raditz. He is unbreached." Vegeta interjected. Raditz looked at the Prince with an expression, "really? Well, I'm an expert in dealing with first timers." He cracked his hands. "You are biting off more than you can chew, Raditz." Vegeta warned him. Goku stepped between Broly and Raditz and stopped them from going further, "if we're gonna do anythin' it won't be on this planet. We're goin' back t' Vampa. Vegeta? Ya think ya can take us there?" Goku smiled at the Prince. "Hmph. I do not have it under control that well to teleport more than just myself. Some other time, Kakarot." Goku laughed and outstretched his arm, "everyone else put yer hands on me and dun let go." "Wha- What for?" Raditz asked, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. Vegeta placed two fingers on his forehead, searching for Cheelai and Lemo's small ki's, while Broly, after pulling his pants up, grabbed Goku's hand. "You'll see." Goku smirked and brought his two fingers to his forehead. The four Saiyans immediately disappeared and reappeared on Broly's planetoid. "HOLY-" Raditz whirled around to look at the new scenery, "this place sucks! How did ya do that, baby brother?" "It's a li'l trick I learned from the Yardratians. It's called Instant Transmission. It can take ya and anyone who is in contact with ya t' anywhere ya want! But I do need t' teleport t' another person's ki signature." "Goku, you're back- Who's this?" Cheelai asked, eyeing the new Saiyan up and down. "Hi, Cheelai, I hope ya dun mind. I brought my older brother t' help Broly out... Sex-" "I get it!" The girl snapped, "you don't need to spell it out. Dinner is done by the way. Although now we're going to be a little short thanks to you bringing an extra mouth to feed." "HA! Sucks to be ya, Kakarot. I intend to have my fill now that I'm alive again." Raditz placed his arms behind his head, looking smug. Goku huffed at him, "ya wish." He ran at the table and immediately started piling up food on his plate. Raditz caught on and followed Goku's lead. Broly sat at the table as well. "Hmph. Barbarians." Vegeta walked to the table and took a seat next to his past lover. "Hey, you guys! Wait for everyone to be seated!" Cheelai scolded the Saiyans but was ignored. "You should know by now that there is no force that can stop a hungry Saiyan from stuffing his face." Lemo came out from the house Bulma had encapsulated for them. "The best we can do is get some food before it's all gone." Cheelai sighed but did as suggested. Soon everyone was eating and making small talk.The food didn't last long, and there were still four full blooded Saiyans fighting for the last piece of meat. Broly got it as soon as his ki started rising and the cave started shaking. "That is so unfair!" Raditz complained as he crossed his arms and pouted. "Actually, the strongest Saiyan gets last cut, ain't that right, Vegeta?" Vegeta harrumphed, "the Prince should get first dibs on everything. Here I have a bunch of renegades disrespecting my title." "Ease up, will ya?" Raditz hit Vegeta's back, "we can always go hunting. What animals does this wasteland have?" "Bugs." Broly said between a mouth full. "Bugs." Everyone else recited in unison. "Egh! I hate bugs." Raditz made a face, "they're always so bitter." "These are sour, in fact." Cheelai pointed out, "and if you're going to go hunting you better be quick before the moon comes out." "You have a moon?" Raditz asked, surprised. Then he wiggled his eyebrows at Vegeta. "Do not get any ideas, idiot." Vegeta blushed. "What. What are ya two talkin' about?" Goku asked curiously. "Sex as an Oozaru can be really fun!" Raditz grinned. "Can I try it?" Broly asked suddenly. Goku grimaced, subconsciously rubbing his bum, "let's first learn t' control yer normal state, Broly. We dun wanna destroy the planet, eheheh." "And you two need to get acquainted with," Vegeta pointed to Broly and Raditz, "how about you go hunting and bring back some more food? Raditz, make sure you return before the moon rises. It happens to be full this time of year." Vegeta dismissed both Saiyans and went to the recliner to rest. Raditz looked from Vegeta to the others, "is he- Is he serious?! I haven't been back a day and he's already giving me commands?" "That's Vegeta for ya." Goku scratched the back of his head and grinned. Broly got up from the table and thanked Cheelai and Lemo for the meal, then walked out of the cave. "He-hey! Wait for me!" Raditz called back and ran after the larger Saiyan. - A few hours later, dusk found both Saiyans panting with new kills. Raditz had had a hard time fighting against the bugs, Broly had to come in and help him out. Raditz had felt humiliated that even after coming back from the dead and having a Zenkai boost he was still weak. "Thanks for the, um, help. That thing woulda killed me, haha." Raditz laughed joylessly. "You are weak." Before Raditz could protest, Broly continued, "I promise I'll be gentle with you." Raditz's hackles rised up and his tail puffed out. He stood up and took a few steps back and put his arms out in front of himself, "hey, now. Let's not jump to conclusions." "I'll make you feel good," Broly genuinely smiled, "I make Kakarot and Vegeta feel good all the time. One time they were even fighting for my cock." Broly got up and followed Raditz's retreating form. "Ahahaaa, yeah, the difference between my brother and Vegeta and myself is that they like having dick inside them... Not that I haven't enjoyed once or twice but that's different." Raditz stood his ground and took a deep breath, "I'm a top." Broly tilted his head, "I don't know what that means." "I-i-it means I like being on top! I don't like being on the bottom?" "I can make that happen." "Really?!" "Yes. I've tried several positions with Kakarot and Vegeta. I don't mind you being on top of me." Broly reached Raditz and sniffed the air, his tail waved lazily, releasing musk and pheromones. "Oh! Good. So I get to top ya, that'll work." Raditz wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Broly smiled seductively and lay on the hard ground, "well, come on over." Raditz blushed. He was hoping he'd get to do Vegeta first but he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this. "Ok." He lay down on top of Broly's massive chest. This would be the first time Raditz got to fuck someone so big. It was intimidating indeed. The long haired Saiyan gulped and ran his fingers across Broly's firm pecs and played with a nipple he found there. Broly closed his eyes and started purring, the tip of his tail thumped on the ground showing playfulness. Raditz chuckled and brought his lips to the hardening bud to suck on it. Broly's hands came up to grab Raditz's buttocks, he pushed them forward, creating pleasant friction between their clothed members.Raditz started purring at this point as well. His hips softly thrust against Broly's in a sensual dance, Broly moaned every now and again, encouraging Raditz to go further. Raditz pulled back to take his upper armor off, the Legendary followed his lead and took off his leggings and boots, leaving the green pelt on. "Oh, we're taking our pants off then. Somebody's eager." Raditz teased and took off his under armor as well, along with his boots. As he returned to his previous position, their dicks rubbed together and both Saiyans moaned in ecstasy. "This is gonna be great!" Raditz licked his lips and continued showering Broly's body with affection. He stopped, however, when he felt Broly's finger at his covered entrance. "You- You are unbreached." Broly observed. "Well- Yeah. Nobody's ever topped me there. Only the back entrance." Raditz pointed his thumb behind him. "Oh. That's okay. I've had anal sex with Vegeta and Kakarot. I'll prepare you well." "Wait. I think there has been a misunderstanding." Raditz wriggled away from a probing finger. "You said I could top." "And you will! You'll ride me and I'll be on the bottom." Broly said victoriously. "Oi." Raditz pinched the bridge of his nose, "that's not what 'top' means, Broly. Top means I get to penetrate ya. With my dick. In here." Raditz placed a finger on Broly's asshole and watched as the other tensed. Not a second passed when Raditz's world was turned over and he landed on his back, the air knocked out of him. Next thing he noticed was a mouth full of fangs and a deep growl coming from the Saiyan towering over him. "B-Broly?" "I do the fucking. You take MY cock." His tail lashed out behind him. Raditz paled. There was only one way to get the other off of him. Raditz turned to look at the moon hanging low in the darkened sky. Unfortunately, Raditz didn't know just how much more powerful Broly was, and how outclassed he was.
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The glass Goku was holding shattered into tiny pieces as he gasped, "Vegeta!" "I feel it too," said the Prince, getting up from his seat. "What happened?" Lemo asked. "Broly and Raditz's ki increased dramatically. I think they transformed into Oozaru. Let's go, Vegeta!" Vegeta put two fingers to his forehead and teleported simultaneously with Goku. As they reappeared close to the other Saiyans' ki, Goku yelped and dodged a great big foot that came crashing down where he was standing. "Broly!" He yelled. "Raditz!" Vegeta joined. It was impossible to catch the Oozarus' attention. They were too busy fighting for dominance. Well, more like Raditz was struggling to get out of Broly's powerful grasp. "Kakarot! You cut Broly's tail-" "NO!" Goku shouted. "WHAT?! They will destroy the planet at this pace!" Raditz let out a great roar as he was penetrated by Broly, a wave of energy almost knocked the two smaller Saiyans over. Goku made a hasty decision and aimed at the moon. A strong blast of energy shot through the sky and collided with the moon, disintegrating it in an explosion of light. The Oozarus quickly started reducing in size until they were both in base form once more. "K- GET OFF ME!" Raditz yelled at Broly. "But the law says I have the right to you for besting you in battle." Came Broly's reply. "THAT- That was on Vegetasei!" Raditz complained. "Oh. Hi, guys." He added sheepishly when he spotted their two spectators. "Raditz, you had one job!" Vegeta growled. "I know, I know. Don't look at the moon- AHHH!" Raditz shouted as Broly started pumping his hips. "It's hard not to- When ya have a stronger opponent- Talking about penetrating ya. And I was NOT gonna milk myself." Raditz growled. "Hmph! A lot good it did you to transform." "Vegeta, stop bein' such an ass!" Goku yelled at the Prince. "Who IS this Saiyan?!" Raditz bellowed, "I couldn't even- Stop him in my Oozaru form!" "Oh, didn't we tell ya?" Goku looked at Vegeta. The smaller Saiyan shook his head and shrugged. Goku continued, "he's the Legendary Super Saiyan." "Wha-" Raditz felt his world balance on the edge and his vision getting blurry, "Legen-dary...." "Great. Now he fainted. He has no shame." "Vegeta, ENOUGH! He's had enough humiliation." The Prince quirked an eyebrow at his partner, "he kidnapped Gohan." "Oh, right. Well, it can't be helped." Goku changed his tune and shrugged, walking away with Vegeta. Raditz came to just in time to watch his brother and his ex lover's retreating backs. "You bastards!" Raditz half yelled half moaned. Broly nuzzled his new partner's hair as he thrust slowly into him. Raditz sighed and resigned himself to bottoming for yet another Saiyan. If he were to be honest with himself, Broly felt amazing. But Raditz's pride got in the way, as with many Saiyans, especially those who couldn't ward off their rivals. Broly was no rival though. He had had enough wit about himself to prepare Raditz before plunging in. How powerful must the Legendary be to remain conscious during the Oozaru transformation? It was at this moment that all thoughts went flying through the window as Broly hit a bundle of nerves deep inside Raditz. "Ooooh, FUCK!" Raditz moaned and thrusted back. Yes, if he were honest with himself, this didn't feel bad at all. - Two other Saiyans where moaning and touching each other while taking a nice hot shower. They hadn't had much time to relax and enjoy themselves for a long while now. "Oh, Vegeta. It feels so good to have a shower after so long." "Broly is insatiable. I hope now that we have Raditz things will look better for us." Vegeta ran his hands down Goku's pecs, passing over his nipples, then abs and rested right above the patch of hair at his groin. "Vegeta- I'm not sure if I can take anymore sex." "Hush." Vegeta replied, "I know what I am doing." Goku groaned and tilted his head back, showing his neck in submission, letting Vegeta do whatever Vegeta wanted to do.The Prince took a hold of Goku's shaft and started pumping it. His other hand snuck around and started playing with Goku's tail. "Vegeeetaaaaa~" Goku grabbed onto the Prince's shoulders, "I swear I'm dry. Tapped out. I can't- I can't-" "You shall be fine, Kakarot. It is fine." Vegeta continued playing with Goku's tail and kissing him. Their tongues danced with each other, their sharp teeth clinked against teeth, and hands roamed across skin. - "Broly! HARDER!" Raditz spread his legs and lifted his butt so Broly could better plow him. Once Broly's dick hit the underside of his tail gland, Raditz had lost his mind to lust and was now just enjoying the ride. Broly powered up and rammed his cock inside the willing body. He still felt bad for having forced Raditz into having sex with him, but he was determined to make things up for his loss of control. It was all a learning process for him. "I don't want to hurt you anymore." "Ya kidding? Just keep hitting that spot and I'll forgive ya." Raditz said breathlessly, pushing back and meeting each of Broly's thrusts. Broly grinned and growled. He increased his pace carefully. - Goku moaned as Vegeta got down on his knees and pleasured him with his mouth. "Vegeta- Ya dun need t' do this." His fingers threaded Vegeta's damp hair. "I want to." Vegeta came up to say. "Uggh. Yer killin' me." Goku smiled and watched as his lover put his mouth to work again. His tail gland was being played with, and Vegeta's other hand was tracing patterns on Goku's heated skin. This was the Saiyan Goku had decided to spend the rest of his life with, he had realized a long time ago. His Earth mate, Chichi, would not live long enough to spend even half a Saiyan lifetime with Goku. It was a sad reality but the sooner he came to terms with it, the less painful for everyone. Vegeta suddenly stopped, "alright, where is your mind right now." Goku stared at Vegeta and pulled him up, kissing him passionately. "With you, Vegeta. Always with you." Vegeta couldn't stop lighting up at this, his cheeks took on a pinkish hue. "It better be." He coughed. - Broly had switched positions and lay now on his back with Raditz riding him.Raditz's beautiful hair spilled like cascades from his scalp as he combed his fingers through it, giving Broly a sensual view of his body. "Yer so huge. Look at yer cock making my stomach bulge!" He sat down all the way to prove his point. Broly groaned, he grabbed his partner's hips and started pumping faster inside. "Mmmmm, YES!" Raditz really started enjoying the feel of this Saiyan inside him. He could get used to this. - "NGH- VEGETA!" Goku howled as the Prince started rimming him. Goku now stood with his legs spread apart and his hands on the tiled walls of the shower. "You two better knock it off and finish with the shower! We don't have much water to spare, you horny devils!" Cheelai couldn't take the noise anymore and stalked to the bathroom door to pound on it. Goku giggled, "she's right, 'Geeta. We better wrap this up." "Not until I am done with you." Vegeta plunged his tongue back inside Goku's asshole. He kept massaging Goku's tail gland as well, making it hard for the other Saiyan to hold back his orgasm any longer. - Raditz bounced on Broly's cock harder and faster. He grabbed a hold of his own dick and started pumping it vigorously. "Broly, I'm close!" "Me too," the larger Saiyan panted. - "Vegetaaaaaa~" Goku moaned as his orgasm crept closer. - "Awww, YEAH!" Raditz spilled his seed, string after string, all over Broly's chest. "Mmmm!" Broly moaned and came deep inside his new partner. - "Ahhhhaaaaa!" Goku's climax hit him hard, he had an almost dry orgasm, having come so many times lately. Vegeta kept milking Goku's cock until nothing came out. "There. Now we can get out of the shower." "What about you?" "This was not about me." Vegeta stepped out of the shower and used his ki to dry off. He then went to the cabinets to grab a fresh spandex suit. In the past few days, Vegeta and Goku had gradually began 'moving in'. They had brought a few belongings and more supplies to the cave. Goku was left in the shower, still blushing at Vegeta's words. - Raditz collapsed on Broly's chest and panted. "That. Was amazing." "I'm glad you think so. I'm still learning to control myself, I apologize for-" "Pfff- It was nothing. Trust me, ya acted every bit as a Saiyan should. We take what we want and fight for it if someone gets in the way." "Still, it wasn't nice of me to force you." Raditz smiled at the other Saiyan, "yer just a big sweetheart, ain't ya." He got up on unsteady legs and started getting dressed. Broly sat up and grabbed his fur pelt that had come loose when he had transformed. He stayed there watching as Raditz put his armor on. "Do you always wear that thing?" "Hm? Oh. Force of habit. Back then, we were always fighting, Vegeta, Nappa and myself. So we almost always had our armor on." "Who's Nappa? Is he as good looking as you?" Raditz turned away, hiding his blush. "Nappa's an old fart who's full of himself. It's a good thing Vegeta and Kakarot didn't revive him. Ya wouldn't have liked him." Broly made a small 'oh' with his mouth. He sat up and approached Raditz. Broly wrapped his big arms around him and buried his face in that sinful hair, "thank you for the good time. I'll be 'less anal' next time and let you fuck me." Raditz lifted his face to look at Broly, "Did ya- Just make a joke?" "I did." Broly smiled. "Ha. HAHAHAHA! He DOES have a sense of humor!" Raditz laughed and stepped away from the Legendary. "Ya better get dressed. It's late and I don't need to give Vegeta any more reason to be pissed at me." Broly complied and soon the two Saiyans were flying back to the cave with their kill.
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"KYAAAAA!!!!" "Broly! I said no energy blasts!" Goku and Broly had been fighting for a few hours now and both of them seemed to be on par. Goku had made the larger Saiyan promise to not use ki while sparring, the point being to control his power and not let emotions get the best of him. Broly had broken his word and now fired a powerful beam of energy towards Goku. "HAA!!!" Goku deflected the blast and sent it flying into the sky. "I think we've trained enough for today." Broly didn't listen. Power was consuming his thoughts and slowly taking control over his mind. He let out a bellowing shout and charged Goku, forcing him to transform to Super Saiyan. "Broly, STOP!" Goku's words were again not heard. Broly kept attacking until Goku was cornered against a cliff side. The Legendary aimed a punch at his stomach and Goku cried in pain, managing to hold onto Broly's arm so as not to topple over. "Broly. Listen t' me." The smaller warrior placed a hand on Broly's cheek soothingly. That seemed to calm him down some. Goku stood on his toes and placed a kiss on Broly's lips. Little by little, Goku used affection to bring Broly back to the here and now. It was when Goku' tail touched Broly's nose that the large Saiyan was brought back down to earth. "Wha-?" Broly shook his head and looked down at Goku. "I lost control again. Didn't I?" "Ya did." Goku replied softly and powered down. His hand, still on Broly's cheek, traveled upward to brush a lock of hair out of Broly's eyes. Broly's tail puffed up and he purred, he loved when Goku touched his face, something that Goku used to his advantage at times like these. Broly lowered his head. He felt bad for attacking Goku without holding back, it was so hard to remain in control. "I'm sorry." His voice broke. "Hey. Yer still learnin'." Goku leaned up again to kiss his sparring partner, this time Broly reciprocated. The kiss deepened, and soon the warriors moved on to more than just kisses. Nips and hands travelling over clothes, followed by more intimate caresses were had. "Broly~" Kakarot moaned his lover's name. "It's- Vegeta's turn." "I want you." Broly pulled Goku's top off him and kissed his chest, soon licking and sucking on his nipples. "I'm still sore..." "I'll be gentle." Goku grumbled. "With yer size that's nearly impossible, ahhh!" Broly came back up from biting Goku's nipple softly, and looked at Goku, "please." "UGH! How can I say 'no' t' that face." Goku turned around and lowered his gi, his tail stood straight up, exposing both his entrances. Ever since he became Broly's 'regular', there was no point in wearing underwear anymore, Goku had concluded, so he now was used to going commando.Goku didn't expect a tongue to tease at his breeder. He was taken by surprise and moaned out loud. He covered his mouth in shame, muffling more sounds. "Let me hear you, Kakarot." "Why do I love the sound of my Saiyan name comin' from yer mouth?" Broly smiled and continued his attentions on Goku's mating entrance. "That's not the only thing you love coming from my mouth." "Heh. Ya've been hangin' out with Raditz too much." Broly stopped to ask a question that had been burning in his mind, "why do you hate him?" Goku stared into the cliff side for a while. "I used to hate him. Now I- I just- I can't forgive him for what he did." "That sounds exhausting." "Eh? Heheh, I guess it is. Sometimes I wish I could forgive him." Broly left the subject at that. He wasn't one to pry too much, unlike Cheelai. She had bombarded the Saiyans with all kinds of questions ranging from philosophical to downright obscene. Raditz had laughed, Vegeta had almost blasted her head off, and Goku had been oblivious, more focused on stuffing his mouth than listening to her questions. Broly could only watch and learn from the others. He never expected to have gained so many friends in such little time. Bah would still remain in a very special place in his heart, but Broly was now very happy with what he had. Broly stood up after eating Goku out some more, "I'm going to put it in, okay?" "Mhm." Goku nodded and placed his forehead on his arms, resting them on the rocky wall. Broly lowered his leggings and took his cock out, guiding it inside Goku. "Ng!" Goku tensed. "Are you alright?" Broly stopped. Ever since losing control with Raditz, he had taken extra care with his sex partners. "'M fine! Keep goin'." Broly didn't move until he felt Goku relax, then he buried himself deeper and stopped once he was halfway in. "Why'd ya stop?" Goku looked at Broly over his shoulder. "If I go in all the way I'll hurt you." "It's fine, Broly. I'm not made outta glass." Goku smiled and pushed out with his hips, making Broly's shaft go in deeper till it hit his cervix. "Ya always feel good when yer all the way in." Goku wriggled his butt to encourage Broly to start moving. He swiped his tail under Broly's nose as an extra incentive. Broly got the message and pulled out. He pushed back in once he was almost all the way out. The pace was slow but intense all the same. Goku moaned again as Broly's cock slid inside. The friction was exquisite. Broly repeated his actions several times before increasing the pace just a little bit. By now, Goku was dripping on the ground and calling out Broly's name. "Broly~ Go faster." Goku panted. "I want to keep it slow this time." Goku growled at his partner, "I'm close, I need- More!" Goku started moving his hips up and down Broly's shaft, "please!" It was the begging that broke Broly's resolve and he caved in. Both hands grabbed Goku's hips and he slammed inside the warm channel. Goku screamed and praised Broly for 'doing him like a Saiyan warrior should'.Broly smiled and kept the pace up until Goku was shouting his release. He then abruptly turned Goku around and pressed down on his shoulders. Goku went down on his knees, his cock still spilling onto the ground.Broly lifted Goku's face and started jacking his member with a purpose. It wasn't long until he came on Goku's face, painting it in white stripes. "Ewwwww~" Goku rubbed semen away from his eye, "what'd ya do that for?" "Like you said. I've been hanging out with Raditz too much." - "Raditz, I swear you are sometimes even dumber than your brother." "Hey, you love me." "Hmph!" "Yeah, you do~" Raditz winked at the Prince. They were lying on a soft patch of dirt a far distance away from the others. Their limbs were tangled together and both Saiyans were enjoying the reprieve from Broly. "Ya think he's done with his training?" "They stopped fighting a while ago. Broly's ki started to increase and then it calmed down." Raditz stared at Vegeta with wonder in his eyes. "When are ya gonna show me how to sense energy?" "When I am damn ready for that mess." "Ha." Vegeta opened his eyes, "I need to start training you to become a Super Saiyan." "Who me?! No way in Hell will I be powerful enough to reach that level." Vegeta sat up and looked at his lover straight in the eye, "you had a Zenkai boost. You are now more powerful than you were before. All you need is a few more Zenkai boosts." "You planning on killing me?!" Raditz fell back, his tail bristled. "Just close enough." Vegeta smirked evilly at the long haired Saiyan, "we have these things called Senzu beans. They restore your power and heal any injuries sustained in battle. We have them on Earth. I shall tell Kakarot to bring a bag full and we can start beating the shit out of you." "HA! Forget it. I'm through being a punching bag for ya." Vegeta hummed and closed his eyes again, enjoying the warmth of the sun and another body pressing up against his. "Those days are over." Raditz mumbled. "You do wish to become stronger, correct?" "Well- Yeah, but... Can't ya use those Dragon Balls to wish I was stronger?" Vegeta opened an eye, "we are not wasting a wish on something that has a solution." "Hmph, just like ya didn't want to waste one on me, right?" The Prince sighed. They were bound to touch this subject sooner or later. "We were at war. I could not afford any weaknesses." Raditz stared at Vegeta before he caught on to what the Prince really meant by that. Raditz blushed and lay back down. "I never knew ya felt that strongly about me." "Oh, come off it. You knew. I made sure to let you know every time we had sex." "I guess I didn't want to believe it back then. Times change." Vegeta hummed and settled down. A nagging feeling he was missing something didn't let him relax, and then it hit him. "There is another way..." Vegeta was talking about Raditz having his base power increased by means of sex. "And with Broly being a latcher, it would be a waste of the perfect opportunity not to do it." "Wha-? Ya mean- That he- Breach me?!" Raditz's voice went several notes higher. "If he knots you, your base power will increase dramatically." Raditz stood up and paced, "I ain't a locker, Vegeta. I can't- It just doesn't feel right." "You shall never know until you try it." Vegeta's tail tapped playfully on the ground. "... Okay, so where are these beans?"
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Time had passed and training had been had. Broly could control his power a lot better now. He still lost control if he got too close to transforming, but with the help of the others, they were able to bring Broly's mind back to reality.Raditz also had been training a lot under Vegeta. He had needed a couple of Senzu beans on occasion and he had received power boosts after recovering. Unfortunately, Goku hadn't been able to bring more than two beans from Earth, the plant just hadn't produced more. Even more unfortunate, Raditz's Zenkai boosts hadn't been enough to trigger the Super Saiyan transformation. "Admit it, I'm just WEAK!" Raditz had shouted. Vegeta had tried to pull him out of his low and encourage him to try harder. It worked for a while, but eventually, Raditz would sink again. "I think it is time for you to train under Kakarot." Vegeta proposed. "HA! He hates me. What makes ya think he'll be willing to help me?" "I dun hate ya." Goku came over, limping. "My turn already?" Raditz asked no one in particular. Broly was becoming more insatiable now and the three Saiyans had to put in a lot of effort to keep him under ropes. "Tch! Kakarot, why not see if you can make your brother transform while I take the next shift with Broly." "Ya'd do that for me, Vegeta?" Raditz was stunned. "Just make sure you put all your back into it." Vegeta waved the two Saiyans and took off to wherever Broly had chosen for his last romp. Raditz and Goku watched as the Prince flew off until he disappeared. "Well." "Well." Goku surveyed his brother. "Why dontcha show me what ya got." "Ya sure ya can fight in yer current condition?" Raditz smirked. Goku humphed and got into a fighting stance, "it ain't me ya should be worried about." Raditz gave a toothy grin and reciprocated his brother's fighting stance. "A little bit too sure of yerself, baby brother?" "Let's let our fists do the talkin'" Goku shouted as he charged, aiming at Raditz's massive thighs with his leg. Raditz was able to jump at the last second, avoiding being thrown off balance. He wasn't expecting a second kick to his stomach and went flying into a nearby rock. The long haired Saiyan pulled himself out of the debris and shook off excess dust. "That was a cheap shot, Kakarot." He smirked and shot straight for Goku. Goku blocked the barrage of attacks sent his way. Raditz was sloppy but he had gotten a lot stronger. "Find what triggers ya. Use it t' transform!" Goku encouraged his brother. "YOU trigger me. Yer happy go lucky, I'm-too-good-for-ya attitude..." Raditz aimed a punch at Goku's head, only to meet just air. "I wanna wipe that innocent smile off yer face!" "Then do it!" Goku shouted at him. "I wanna kiss ya and punch ya at the same time!" "EHH?!" Goku let his guard down just enough for Raditz to punch his face. Goku shouted as he grabbed his bleeding nose. "Tha' was a cheap shod!" Goku complained through a nasally voice. "Worked, didn't it?" Raditz placed his hands on his hips triumphantly. "GRRRRAAAAA!" Goku charged his brother and hit him square in the chest before Raditz could even blink. The larger Saiyan crashed into a small hill, obliterating it entirely. "I deserved that." He gritted out. "Ya deserve more than that for the stunt ya pulled with my kid!" "Yer still sore about that?!" Raditz got out of the pile of rocks and confronted his brother. "I told ya I did it to get ya to join me." "That woulda never worked! If ya knew me, ya woulda just asked nicely after explainin' yerself and yer intentions!" "That's the point then, ain't it?! I didn't know ya! My method woulda worked for any other Saiyan. I didn't know it wouldna work for you!" "Ya haven't even apologized!" Goku's ki blasted around him. "I'm sorry!" "That was so insincere!" Raditz growled, "Saiyans don't do apologies. That's the best ya'll get outta me." "UGH! How can you Saiyans be so unfeelin'." "On the contrary, Kakarot. We feel too much. Our emotions are literal weaknesses that can be exploited in battle if we don't hide them." Raditz walked to Goku and stopped right in front of him. "That's why we need to keep them hidden, protected. That makes us seem like uncaring creatures but the truth is, we care too much." Raditz touched Goku's cheek and rubbed a small circle with his thumb. Goku was too flabbergasted to respond to this soft side of his older brother. "We care too much." Raditz repeated in a small voice and leaned closer. "WOAH!" Goku took a few steps back. "Don't think I'm there yet." The younger Saiyan put his hands up. "Yet?" Goku blushed furiously, "I mean- Not EVER! Not with... You." "Vegeta told me ya wanted yer offspring. The older one." Raditz's tail waved in the air. "That's- Different. I know Gohan. I've lived with him almost all my life. It feels natural t'... Ya know... But he loves his mate and has eyes only for her." "How do ya know it won't feel natural with me?" At Goku's silence, Raditz continued, "tell ya what, Kakarot. I'm good with making deals. They've saved my hide one too many times. How about I let ya breach me in exchange for yer pardon?" "Ya mean- Do ya?" "I won't repeat myself." Raditz sweatdropped. Goku considered the offer. - Their afterglow was ruined as Vegeta came running to the two Saiyans and stopped short, "well. While you two have been making up for lost time, I have encountered a small problem." Goku untangled himself from his brother, his face turned an angry red, "what happened, Vegeta?" The Prince, who had his spandex torn in several places and looked worse for wear, replied, "I believe Broly is very close to his rut. His pupils are glowing red. His scent has changed. It has become stronger and... Spicier." "Spicier?" Goku cocked an eyebrow. "It is a dead giveaway for when a latcher is close to his rut." Vegeta explained. "What does that mean?" Goku still didn't fully understand. "It means, brother, that we'll be working overtime to keep him from losing his mind from lust and destroying the planet." Raditz got up and started getting dressed. "Is there even a point to that?" Vegeta asked waving his hand at Raditz. "Broly will find us and-" "There you are!" Broly called out once he saw Vegeta and the others. Vegeta whirled around and bristled, "I was not hiding!" He said without thinking. "You can't hide from me. I can smell you." Broly waved his tail behind him as he stalked towards Vegeta. "M-my turn is over." The Prince stuttered. "I know." Broly passed by the smaller Saiyan and made a beeline towards Raditz. "You smell different. Sweeter." He sniffed the air more, "I want to taste you." Raditz's tail frizzled up and he took a step back, dropping his armor in the process. "Uh- Help?" Raditz was backed up against a rock and Broly leaned in, sniffing his neck then going lower. He reached Raditz's groin and inhaled, Broly spread the long haired Saiyan's legs apart to better reach his destination. A finger was brought behind his sac and Broly noticed that Raditz had been breached. "Who did this?" Broly growled. He manhandled Raditz and turned him around, bending him over the solid rock. Broly grabbed a handful of the long hair as he lowered his leggings and guided his cock inside Raditz's breeder. Raditz gasped as he was penetrated and let out a whimper when he felt Broly push against him. "Yer so- Big!" Raditz gritted out. More and more, Broly's cock disappeared into Raditz's newly opened channel. "You feel so warm and tight." Broly purred against his lover's ear. He began thrusting in and out of Raditz, growling and huffing like a beast. "Definitely nearing his rut." Vegeta commented. "But what does that mean for us? Are we gonna get pregnant?" Goku was honestly concerned about this. "No, you idiot. We need to be in our heats for that to happen. Broly is just going to be more- Untamed. Worse than he was before. He will lose sense of himself while his rut waves hit. He will become an animal that only thinks about breeding." "That sounds scary." Goku hugged himself. "Mm. We have no Senzu beans either." "Dammit! Will he be dangerous?" "Honestly? There is no way of telling if Broly will be a danger to us. I am just making an educated guess when I say he will become more aggressive and, knowing how strong he is, he might hurt us accidentally. Do not hold it against him." Raditz let out a scream as Broly increased the pace. "Raditz is the one in danger if any of us are. We can go Super Saiyan and take on Broly's full force." Vegeta continued after the interruption, "but Raditz's body is weak. He will have the hardest time out of us three." Goku suddenly felt bad for his brother. Raditz tried so hard to become more powerful but he just couldn't tip over. "Hey, didn't ya say somethin' about how our base power can increase by havin' sex with a latcher?" Vegeta nodded, "let us hope Broly is still coherent enough to follow instructions." Goku and Vegeta waited until Broly was done and had knotted Raditz. The long maned Saiyan was left whimpering with unshed tears. Goku approached them, pausing at Broly's growl. "Uh- How ya holdin' up, Raditz?" "It hurts, but it also feels good. It's a weird feeling." "Yeah. Tell me about it. Ya'll get used t' it and feel better and better. Hey, Broly?" The large warrior turned his attention to Goku once more. "Ya think ya can do us all a favor?" Broly tilted his head. It was as good a sign as any that he was listening. "Try pullin' out for me, eh? Slowly." Vegeta had explained to Goku that pulling on a Saiyan's connection would activate their sixth chakra and release dormant energy found there. It was a once in a lifetime power boost. "I want to stay inside. It feels good." Broly replied. "And ya will! Just do this for Raditz, so he can unlock his potential. It's just a small tug, ya can do it." Goku coerced Broly into pulling out. Broly looked at Raditz and tugged, "It's no use. We're stuck." "Try pulling harder." Vegeta commanded and guided Broly's hips away from Raditz. "Ow! What are ya two fuckheads doing?!" The long haired Saiyan complained. "It will feel good in a minute, Raditz. Trust me." Goku slowly slinked towards Raditz, not wanting to seem like a threat to Broly. He reached Raditz's hands and held them together. "Just breathe and relax. Let yer body do the thing." Vegeta kept guiding Broly's hips away from his lover, "just a bit more." All of a sudden, Raditz's body snapped, a dark golden light traveled from his center to the tip of his limbs. His eyes rolled up into his head and Raditz screamed as pleasure assaulted every cell in his body. "It worked!" Goku cheered. Broly was mesmerized by Raditz' glow. It was beautiful while it lasted. After a few seconds the glow dissipated and Raditz slumped on top of the boulder. He was out cold. Eventually, his body released Broly's cock and Broly took a few steps back. "Did I kill him?" He asked with worry in his voice. "No." Vegeta couldn't help but snicker, "he just passed out from pleasure. Good job, Broly." - "We are waiting, moron. On with it!" Vegeta egged Raditz on. Raditz had recovered from his bliss induced coma and was now powering up to test his new limits. "Haaaaaaaaa!" He shouted into the air, increasing his ki even higher. Broly watched in awe as Raditz started glowing again, only this glow was different, brighter. Dirt and rocks surrounding Raditz started floating in the air. The ground started shaking, and lightning fell from the sky. "Think about Frieza destroyin' our planet!" Goku shouted to help Raditz tip over. The Prince joined in Goku's cheers. "Think about when you saw your brother after all those years!" Raditz let out a rumbling scream. His muscles tensed, his eyes flickered between teal and black, and his hair turned gold.
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Morning found four naked Saiyan warriors sprawled out on a rug in Broly's cave, three of which were panting, sticky, and incredibly sore. "I can't- No more... AAAAH-EEEEEE!" Raditz squealed as Broly grabbed his leg and pulled him into a bear hug, licking his face. Broly then slipped his dick inside and started fucking Raditz once again. "Kaka-Kakarot. Broly is a monster." Vegeta panted. Goku grunted, barely able to sit up, "what are we- Gonna do?" "I think... I think- There is only one Saiyan... Fit to take on Broly's lust." The Prince swallowed dryly. "We need... The Dragon Balls. Again." Cheelai and Lemo had decided to leave the planet after Vegeta had explained to them that Broly was in his rut, which meant sex anywhere, with anyone, and ALL the time. It was the sensible thing to do, plus, they could get more supplies or sight see until one of the Saiyans contacted them saying it was safe for them to return. "I'll talk to Dende." Goku breathed heavily. "There's gotta be a way to reset the Dragon Balls instead of waitin' a whole year. I can't even move my legs!" "Work your magic, Kakarot. Because if you do not, we shall likely perish by Broly's cock." "Whatever you guys do, hurry! Ahaaaaaah!" Raditz cried out. Goku got up on shaky legs and picked up his torn gi. "I'll see what I can do." He said after dressing. He grabbed the dragon radar and put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. - "PLEASE, Dende. We're at wit's end! We just can't- Broly is too much even for the three of us!" "I'm sorry, Goku. But I can't make the Dragon Balls work any sooner. What I can suggest is that you go to King Kai and create a link with our friends on Namek and ask them to make the wish for you." "I'm afraid that won't work, Dende. The person we wanna revive has been dead for over a year." "Hmmm. Then how about you ask them to wish for these Dragon Balls to work again?" Goku's eyes widened, "Dende, yer a genius! I would hug ya right now but I'm all sticky and gross." "Y-yeah," Dende took a step back and lifted his hand, "I understand the sentiment. Now go do your thing, Son Goku! Go save the day!" "Right!" Goku instant transmitted to King Kai's planet, startling the daylights out of the poor Kai. "King Kai! I need yer help!" "Why is it that you Saiyans won't stop getting into trouble! What is it now?" "I need to open a link with the new Guru on Planet Namek." "Hmmph!" King Kai gave his back to Goku and crossed his arms. "Pleeeeease?" Goku begged. "What's in it for me?" The Kai asked. Goku thought. The Kai loved jokes."Hmmm." Goku placed a finger on his chin and thought. "What is the similarity between a green apple and a red apple? They’re both red except for the green one!" The Kai choked and tried not to laugh. "Who can shave ten times a day and still have a beard? A barber!" The Kai's face was turning red. Goku towered over King Kai and delivered a final joke. "Did ya hear about the guy who died when an axe fell on him? The police are callin' it an axe-i-dent." "BAHAHAHAHAH!" The blue being couldn't hold in his laughter anymore and burst out in a fit of giggles. When he calmed down he cleared his throat, "very well, Goku, I will place your call." - The Guru agreed to help Goku and soon summoned Porunga to make the wish Goku asked him for, no questions asked, they were all happy to help their friends out. Goku thanked them and immediately went to collect the Dragon balls with the dragon radar.Eventually all the balls were collected and Goku returned to Vampa to bring Vegeta with him. "Alright Vegeta! I got the Dragon Balls! I left them with Piccolo." "I'm a little tied up at the moment." The Prince sat on Broly's lap while the larger Saiyan purred and nuzzled his cheek. Raditz was flopped on the floor on his belly, his mating hole dripping with Broly's juices. "Broly?" Goku approached him. "Are you back with us?" "Yes. I'm here." "Oh, good, his rut wave is over. Vegeta? How many do ya think are left until his rut stops."
"There is no way of knowing that, Kakarot. My guess is since this is most likely his first rut he will have many waves." Vegeta's body shuddered and Broly's dick was released from his body. "Okay, yer unstuck now, let's go back t' Earth and make the wish!" Goku said with a bit too much enthusiasm. "Give me a moment to breath, you idiot! I just had like two feet worth of DICK inside me and I am still feeling it!" Vegeta barked back at Goku. He got up from Broly's lap and stretched his tired muscles. "Broly transformed? Hohoho! Glad t' see the cave didn't get blown up. So how was it?" Goku asked the Prince excitedly. Vegeta gave him a death glare. "Why can't ya just bring the Dragon Balls here and make the wish?" Raditz mumbled. "Oh, because they need t' be within their creator's domain. In other words, they work only on Earth." Goku explained. Raditz got up and shook invisible dust from his self. He started collecting his garments. "Well, what are we waiting for?" "I would like to see you try to walk after having the Legendary here fuck you with his legendary dick!" Vegeta spat and started getting dressed. "Yer right, Vegeta. I'm glad ya... Survived?" Goku didn't know how to finish that sentence. The Prince harrumphed and finished putting his boots on. "Let us go." "Where are you going? Are you leaving me?" Broly got up from the floor and approached the Saiyans. Goku smiled at the innocent being, "we're not leavin' ya, Broly. Ya just need t' stay here so we have a way of teleportin' back." Broly lowered his head.
"Hey now." Goku walked to the large warrior and kissed his cheek. "We'll be back, I promise. And we'll be bringin' a new toy for ya!" Broly's eyes illuminated at this news and he smiled, nodding his head once. Goku placed two fingers on his forehead, "well, grab my shoulder, Raditz." Vegeta touched his forehead as well, searching for the strongest ki he could find; Piccolo's. Once Goku and Vegeta found it, the three teleported to their Namekian friend. - "Mighty Shenlong! Hear my wish!" Vegeta called out with his arms stretched out over his head. "Revive the Saiyan Bardock in Otherworld and bring him here to us!" "THE SAIYAN BY THE NAME BARDOCK REFUSES TO LEAVE OTHERWORLD WITHOUT HIS FAMILY." "Shit!" Vegeta grumbled and rephrased his wish, "revive the Saiyan couple Bardock and Toma in Otherworld and bring them here to us!" Shenlong squinted at the Prince. These people were getting more clever in how to word their wishes to get more out of them. "VERY WELL." "Wait- Toma? Wasn't my mom's name Gine?" Two bodies slowly materialized behind them. "Dammit, I forgot Bardock had two mates. Oh, well. Too late now." Vegeta shrugged. "YOUR WISHES HAVE BEEN GRANTED." Shenlong returned to sleep and the Dragon Balls disappeared into the horizon. "VEGETAAAAA! I wanted t' meet my mom!" The young Saiyan whined. Vegeta rounded on Goku, "I said it is too late, and besides Bardock IS your 'mom'!" "..." Goku was speechless. "I told you Bardock was your carrier and Gine your source. Must you forget the things I tell you?" "Baba!" Raditz yelled and ran to the recently materialized Saiyans. Goku saw Raditz run towards his parents and greet them. VERY affectionately. "What the Hell?!" Goku exclaimed. "This is the natural way Saiyans greet their family. Your human culture does not apply to us, Kakarot." Vegeta growled. Goku shook his head and turned away from his family's display, deeply embarrassed. "Until you have tried it, you have NO say in the matter." Vegeta uncrossed his arms and walked over to greet the two newcomers. "It's not that... And I have tried it, but it's still weird t' see them like that." Goku said to the Prince's back. "Prince Vegeta! Yer here too?!" Bardock detached himself from Raditz and bowed to his Prince. Toma bowed as well, "nice to see you're in good health, Your Majesty." Vegeta waved him off, "there are important matters that need to be addressed." The two older Saiyans looked at each other with quizzical expressions on their faces. The Prince sighed, "we have problems with a very powerful latcher by the name Broly. He just got over his third rut wave, and we are a few holes short of satisfying his lust." "Woah, hold on a minute," Toma interrupted, "I don't swing that way." "Hmph. I see where Raditz got his paranoia from." Vegeta huffed. Raditz blushed and looked away. "A latcher, huh?" Bardock closed his eyes. "Where is he?" "He ain't on this planet," Goku stated. "Kakarot?" Bardock looked at his lost kid. "Is that you?" "Yeah, and dun expect me t' greet ya as warmly as my brother did." Goku put his hands out, only to have them swatted away by his lookalike. "Oh, c'mon! Give yer ol' man a hug!" Bardock spread his arms. Goku had no choice but to accept the hug, he didn't want to be impolite. "Ya've grown." Bardock embraced his offspring and nuzzled his hair. Goku parted and scratched the back of his head. Bardock looked around. "How did we get here, by the way? And where's Gine?" "Um- About that. Well, we have these things called Dragon Balls..." Goku explained about them and how Vegeta had messed up his wish and forgot to revive Gine. "Well, can't ya just ask for him with another wish?" Toma asked as he walked to his mate and surrogate son. "Him?" Goku tilted his head and quirked an eyebrow. "Idiot, Saiyans have no gender separation. Have you forgotten everything I have taught you?" Vegeta spat. "Oh, right. It's just so weird hearin' it. I've always pictured Gine as a woman." "A woman? Oh! Right. The ones with just a breeder." Bardock remembered. "There is no time for small talk, we need to get going before Broly's fourth wave hits." The Prince placed two fingers on his forehead and nodded to Goku. "Right. Everyone, place yer hands on me- NOT THERE!" Goku yelped as Bardock grabbed his ass. "Ya didn't specify." Bardock shrugged. "Put yer hands on my shoulders or arm." Goku growled and outstretched his arm. Bardock huffed and placed his hand on Goku's shoulder, Raditz guided Toma's hand to Goku's other shoulder as he placed his own hand on the Saiyan's back. "Ready?" Goku called. Bardock quirked an eyebrow, "I still don't know what-" With a flash, the five Saiyans teleported back to Vampa where Broly was anxiously waiting for their return.
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"Woah!" Bardock almost lost his footing as the Saiyans reappeared inside Broly's cave. "What just happened?" Toma asked, rubbing his head. "Oh, we just teleported. My brother here learned this technique from the aliens on- Yardrat, was it?" Raditz boasted. "I did." Goku blushed. "You're back!" Broly came up to the group. He noticed a new Saiyan and- Another Goku? Broly sniffed the air. They looked the same but their scent was different. "Is this the latcher I need to fuck?" The Goku lookalike walked over to Broly and regarded him. "He's cute." He winked. "Who are you?" Broly asked, smelling the air more. This Saiyan's scent was intoxicating. He buried his nose in Bardock's hair and inhaled, his tail swayed behind him in wide loops. "I'm yer new playmate. And this is my life partner, Toma." Bardock stepped to the side so Broly could get a better look at Toma. "Yo." Toma greeted, holding his hand up. Broly reciprocated the hand gesture. "So," Bardock cracked his fingers and wiggled them, "show us the goods, Broly." "The goods?" The larger Saiyan titled his head. "Ya know, yer package. I wanna see what I'm up against." Bardock growled as a smirk appeared on his face. He made a grabbing gesture with his hands. "Eheheh, I think we dun need t' show anythin' right now. Let's wait until Broly gets his next wave, okay?" Goku stepped in and separated the two. "Tch. Fine by me." Bardock waved Goku off as he walked away. "How about you, stud. Wanna show me yer package." He teased Toma, groping him through his under armor. Toma chuckled and kissed his mate deeply. "Okay, ya guys. Enough with the public displays of affection!" Goku was starting to get irritated. Bardock parted from Toma and addressed his wayward son, "hey, you were the one who brought us back. What did ya expect us to do? Sit down and eat a nice meal?" "Actually, 'Dock, a meal sounds like a good idea." Toma interjected, his stomach rumbled. "Oh, I guess yer right. What do we have to eat?" Bardock rubbed his hands together. "Bugs." Broly said. "Bugs." Raditz and Goku repeated. - "Eegh! These things are terrible!" Bardock grimaced. The Saiyans had all gone hunting and had tracked down a bug or two. They had dragged them back to the cave and were now sitting next to their kill, trying to eat the things without gagging. "It's food." Raditz shrugged, "I've tasted worse." "How can ya eat these things?" Bardock took another sip of the bug's leg and shuddered. Toma ate in silence, frowning and scowling at the sour taste. Goku nodded, "yeah, they are kinda funky. Vegeta, ain't ya gonna eat somethin'?" "Hmph! The day I eat a bug again..." The Prince looked away. Goku shrugged and continued eating, making a face at the gooey texture of the bug's meat. "Welp. I've had more than I can stand." Bardock tossed the leg onto the growing pile of exoskeletons. "Same here." Toma placed the remains of his meal down. Broly kept chewing on a leg, already used to the flavor. He didn't mind it at all. "We shoulda stopped by Bulma's place and picked up some more rations." Goku took one last sip and threw away the empty shell. "What's a Bulma? Sounds needy." Bardock asked. Vegeta barked with laughter, "well, while you were busy collecting the Dragon Balls," the Prince pointed at Goku, "I made a quick stop by Capsule Corp. and asked Bulma for supplies." "Yeah! He left me alone with Broly!" Raditz whined and shivered. Broly smiled at the long haired Saiyan, "you enjoyed it." Raditz blushed and looked away. Vegeta got up and picked up a small box he had left on one of the crates. He opened it and pulled out one of the many capsules Bulma had packed for him, showing it to the gang, "there is enough food to last all of us for days." "Ya mean t' say we ate this disgustin' bug for nothin'?!" Goku bellowed, not believing Vegeta would be so cruel. Then again, this WAS Vegeta. "HAAAAAHAHAHAHA!" Bardock laughed, "good one, Vegeta. I see ya haven't changed one bit." "Oh, gods." Toma groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "HEY! I'm still hungry!" Raditz got up and tried to take away the capsule from the Prince. Broly couldn't care either way. He took another sip of bug juice. "Stop eating that! We got real food!" Goku complained and took away the leg from Broly. Broly growled and his ki shot up. The cave began to shake. "Yikes!" Bardock shouted as small rocks fell on them. "OKAY, FINE! Take it!" Goku returned the leg. Broly calmed down and continued eating it. Bardock and Toma stared wide eyed at the large Saiyan. Goku caught their awestruck expressions and cleared his throat, "okay, so a few things ya should know about Broly. He's THE Legendary Super Saiyan." "WHAT?!" Bardock and Toma shouted. "And he is also workin' on his temper." Goku continued, looking pointedly at Broly. "And he will fuck ya relentlessly." Raditz added. "He can't be THE Legendary." Bardock frowned. Goku cocked an eyebrow, "why not?" "Because I'm THE Legendary Super Saiyan." Bardock placed a hand on his chest. "WHAT?!" Toma, Raditz, Vegeta, and Goku yelled in surprise. "It's a long story..." Bardock began. "Oh, I want to hear this." Vegeta threw the capsule next to the blanket, away from the pile of shells, and the capsule made a popping sound. Piles of food instantly appeared out of thin air. Vegeta and Raditz sat down and started eating. Goku soon joined them. "It all started when my crew and I were purging a planet called Kanassa, a planet with psychic inhabitants. One of them, the last one standing, placed a curse on me; I wouldn't be able to rejoin my mates in the afterlife. At least, that's my guess so far." Toma gasped but kept listening to Bardock's tale. "Then came the fateful day when Vegetasei was destroyed. I tried to counter Frieza's attack, but it was useless. It consumed me. I felt death take over me. And then, I woke up in a warm bed. At first, I thought I was dead, but as I was made more aware of my senses, I found that I was still alive. I met the inhabitants of this place I woke up in and they cared for my wounds."One day, the city I was living nearby was attacked by soldiers using very outdated weapons. Their boss? Lord Chilled. He looked very much like Frieza. I thought he was just an Icejin from another Planet Trade Organization branch. But the more I made sense out of things, the more I realized I had been taken to the past, way before King Cold, way before the Saiyans, way before Vegetasei."I fought Lord Chilled and I eventually transformed into a Super Saiyan. I defeated him with little effort, and the inhabitants of Planet Plant welcomed me as one of their own. I became their protector. I spent the rest of my days there."One night, however, the Goddess Lune appeared to me in a dream. She told me I would be known throughout the generations as the Legendary Super Saiyan. Then she mated with me, said she would bare our children. Ha! What a dream that was." Bardock chuckled, wiping his eye. "Wow. My dad is the Legendary Super Saiyan!" Goku beamed at the scarred Saiyan. "Take it easy, kid. It's just a myth after all." Bardock winked at his youngest son. "In any case, I'm the first Legendary. The Goddess also told me in the dream that every other millenia, a new Legendary would appear. Broly could very well be the latest one." "Oh, he's legendary alright." Raditz huffed. "Ya should see him naked and powered up. Then ya'll be convinced." "Heheh." Bardock rubbed his hands together. "On that note, how about I take a look at what we have here." Bardock crawled on all fours to where Broly was seated, his tail stood high and the tip wagged playfully in the air. Broly took a bite of bug meat and watched as Bardock approached him, his eyes widened the closer the other Saiyan got. Broly swallowed and quirked an eyebrow at Bardock. "Uh, dad?" "We do not use those terms, Kakarot." "What am I supposed t' call him then?!" Goku threw his hands in the air. "Call me 'Dock." Bardock reached the powerful Saiyan and pulled Broly's leggings away to take a look at his dick. "Oh, myyyyyy~" His eyes shone. "Well, 'Dock? How is he? Is he bigger than me?" Toma asked. "Yeah, yeah, Tora, I just... Need... I..."
"My name is Toma!" "That's nice dear, do that." "Ugh!" Toma huffed and rested his chin on his hand. "I gotta have this in my mouth." Bardock looked at Broly with starry eyes. Broly was taken aback but placed the leg he was chewing on down and stood up, lowering his leggings down to his thighs. "YES!" Bardock licked his lips. "Do ya hafta do it in front of everyone, 'Dock?!" Goku asked, his cheeks turned red. The Prince threw his head back. "HA! Bardock has always been a show off." "Hey, he's the master of blowjobs," Raditz piped up, "he can show us a thing or two." Goku shivered, "but-" "Don't ya wanna see the expert at work? Come on 'Dock! Show us how to make somebody cum in seconds." Raditz whooped at the older Saiyan, cheering him on. Bardock cracked his neck. "Heh. Watch and learn, boys!"
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True to his word, Bardock brought Broly over the edge in a matter of seconds. His oral skills were unparalleled among and beyond the Saiyan population. "Hmm." Bardock huffed with a wide grin on his face. He stood up after swallowing Broly's cum. "That was... Good. Thank you." Broly could barely talk. "JUST good?" Bardock asked with a cheeky tone. "It was- Very good." Broly corrected. "Heh. Keep talking like that and ya'll be sweeping me off my feet." Bardock joked. "B-Broly is a- Saiyan of few words." Goku stuttered, still blown away by Bardock's performance. "That was hot." Raditz commented, still flustered. Toma harrumphed. "Awww, are ya feeling left out?" Bardock walked to his mate. Toma tried to ignore the scarred Saiyan. "Ya want one too?" Bardock purred. "You guys! Take that outside! I've been scarred enough for one day." Goku yelled at the amorous Saiyans. Bardock smirked at his youngest kid and grabbed Toma's hand. Both Saiyans left the cave to find a more private place. "Great. Now they're gone. What happens when Broly gets his next wave?" Raditz pointed out. He was still sat backwards on a chair ever since Bardock started his performance. "I can just I.T. t' them and bring them back." Goku reassured his brother. "Is Bardock always like this?" "Mhm." Raditz replied. "He is a very salacious Saiyan." Vegeta took one last bite of food then encapsulated the rest. "What's salacious mean?" Goku asked. "Kg- Moron. It means obscene, lewd, risqué. Horny?" Vegeta added as he saw Goku's confused expression. "Oh, I get it!" Goku scratched the back of his head. "That is the reason I chose him. Out of the two options I considered, he was the most suitable." "Eh? What two options?" Goku tilted his head. "Oh, yer talking about him, aren't ya." Raditz smirked at the Prince. "Yeah, Vegeta wouldn't wanna have that mess of a Saiyan around." "What are ya guys talkin' about?" Goku was very confused. "Do not worry about it, Kakarot." Vegeta crossed his arms, "just be glad I revived your carrier and not that fake." "Well, that's fine." Goku stretched out his arms and yawned. "I dun know about you guys, but I'm beat!" Goku walked to the bed of furs Broly had made for them and flopped on the soft pelts, bouncing a couple of times. Broly neared Goku on trembling legs and lay beside him, nuzzling his neck and purring. His tail wrapped itself around Goku's. Raditz looked at them, and then back at Vegeta, "shall we join them?" "Oh, why the Hell not. We can all use a good nap." The Prince and Raditz settled on the green furs next to Goku and Broly, and soon all four where a pile of snoring Saiyans. - "So that's why I never was able to find you in Otherworld. You were cursed by that Kanassian soldier." Toma pondered. "I never stopped looking for you two." Bardock gazed at his mate. "I did many underhanded things to get ya guys back to me. But nothing worked." "Well, now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?" Toma's tail tip waved playfully. The scarred Saiyan smiled his million dollar smile and kissed Toma passionately. The two Saiyans had flown quite far away from the cave and had settled on a cliff that overlooked a field of fumaroles. The gasses reached high above the ground and spread over the sky, giving an eerie ambiance. But the two Saiyans were far too busy to pay attention to their surroundings. "Toma... Oh, Toma!" Bardock moaned his mate's name as the other Saiyan kissed down his throat. "Mmm, Bardock. It feels- So good- To have you." Toma kept showering his mate with kisses everywhere he could reach, something he couldn't do in front of others. This was far too intimate for other people to witness. More intimate than blow jobs or even sex. "Then have me." Bardock panted. "I'll enjoy every speck of you, 'Dock." Toma parted to take his mate's chest armor off and then his own. He went back to kissing his lover's body. When he reached his nipples, he sucked them in turn until milk started dripping out. "Tomaaaaaa!" Bardock shoved Toma's face away, embarrassed that he was lactating. "Ya made me milk on myself!" His face turned red as a beet. "Hmm~ You're so cute, Bardock." Toma moved the hand away and went back to sucking Bardock's nipples. "Ngh!" Bardock leaned back until his back touched the ground, Toma followed him and now lay on top. A hand found Bardock's erection and grabbed it through his leggings, pumping it rapidly. "OHHH, FUCK!" Bardock spread his legs as wide as they could go and wrapped his arms around Toma's body. Toma pumped him faster, mouth still attached to one of Bardock's nipples and sucking the small amount of milk out of it. "Ah! Ahhhh! NG- Tomaaaa~" Bardock's puffy tail grabbed a hold of Toma's and squeezed. "Toma! Yer gonna make me come!" "That's the idea." Toma growled and rubbed Bardock's dick even faster. "AAAAH, SHIT!" Bardock kept moaning and writhing on the ground as Toma masturbated him. All too soon, Bardock reached the edge. "I- I'm Com- COMIIIIIING!" Bardock's muscles tensed, his ki shot up, and spurts of cum soiled his leggings. "Bardock, I need you." Toma started taking off the rest of his armor. Now only with his arm braces, Toma took off Bardock's boots and leggings. "Want to keep your leg warmers on, 'Dock? You know how much it turns me on to see you just in your arm and leg warmers." "Mmmm~ Kinky!" Bardock fished around for his leg warmers and put them back on. He then lay back down and gazed seductively at Toma. "Oh, you look so- Edible!" Toma lowered his head and licked Bardock's cum covered cock. He licked Bardock clean of any traces of semen. "I'm just gonna get covered in cum again, Toma." Bardock chuckled. "C'mon. Put yer dick inside me already." "I love it when you're so needy for my cock." Toma purred. "Baby, you know it!" Toma lined up his crotch with Bardock's. He aimed for Bardock's breeding entrance and pushed in. His cock buried deep inside Bardock's tight channel. "Oh, this brings me back." Toma sighed as he felt warmth surround him. "I've missed this! Ya have NO idea." Bardock started purring. "I can stay sheathed inside you forever." Toma ground his hips against his mate's, making Bardock moan loudly. "Forever." Bardock smiled and kissed Toma. "Pound me into the dirt, Toma." "Mmmm~ As you wish." Toma reared back and drove his dick into Bardock, making the smaller Saiyan scream in ecstasy. He drilled Bardock at a fast pace, the ground underneath them started to crack from the force of his thrusts. "TOMAAAAA!!!!" Bardock screamed his mate's name. His legs came up and wrapped around Toma's midriff. Being flexible had its advantages. The Saiyans grunted and moaned and shouted as the pace became harder. "I want to breed you so hard, Bardock." "Ah, Yes! Please!" "I want to fill you full of my seed!" "Do it! Come inside me, Toma. I wanna feel yer dick throb inside me." "Mmm, fuck!" Toma cursed on very rare occasions, mainly when he was extremely aroused. "I'm going to come deep inside you. Fill you with cubs!" "Shit! Ahhaaaah!" Bardock's orgasm hit him suddenly. Wave after wave, his insides pulsed. "FUCK!" The scarred Saiyan was still coming when Toma pulled out. "Hey! What the- AGH!" He was turned around into a kneeling position and Toma pressed inside him again, continuing with a brutal pace. The change in position helped Toma go even deeper. "Oh! Fuck meeeeee!" Bardock moaned as he felt his cervix being spread open to accommodate Toma's shaft. "I'm going to come!" Toma thrust inside a few more times and tensed, his cock pierced through Bardock's cervix and the head swelled up inside his womb. Bardock whimpered, a third orgasm hit him, not as intense as the others, but strong nonetheless. Both Saiyans collapsed to the ground, panting and pulsing. "Bardock, you feel amaaaaazing~" "Hmmm," Bardock smiled gleefully. It felt nice to have Toma's weight on him. He felt safe. Toma tugged on their connection. "What are ya doing?" Bardock slurred. "Just pulling on you." Toma nuzzled Bardock's hair and started purring. Bardock's own rumbling purr soon joined his mate's. The warriors stayed in that position until Bardock's body released Toma. They lay on their sides and spooned. "Bardock?" Toma's tail wagged lazily in the air. "Hm?" Bardock turned to look at his lover. "I love you. So much." "Hehehe! Oh, stop it, ya softie." Bardock blushed despite his giggling. "But I do! You're the Saiyan of my dreams." "I get the idea, Toma. Geez, ya sound like Gine." Bardock teased the younger Saiyan. "Speaking of Gine, you think we can ask Kakarot to wish him back?" "HA! That's a given. I won't tolerate any less. We'll get Gine back, dontcha worry about that." Bardock stated with conviction. "Guys!" A flustered Goku suddenly appeared in front of the two Saiyans, "oh, geez, yer naked!" Goku quickly looked away and covered his eyes. "What is it, Kakarot?" Bardock frowned at the weird way his brat was acting. "Broly's fourth wave hit."
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The three Saiyans arrived at the cave, Goku had I.T.'ed them back as soon as Bardock and Toma put on their belongings at Goku's request. He didn't want to be looking at their dangly parts anymore than was necessary. "What took you so long?" Vegeta spat. "Hey, they were the ones who took so long in getting dressed!" Goku complained. He heard moans coming from Broly's bed of furs and saw Raditz riding Broly's cock. "Broly could not wait any longer." Vegeta commented. "Ohohoho! Way to go, brat. Work that cock!" Bardock hollered at his eldest offspring. "Wait..." Broly growled as the scarred Saiyan approached the nest. "Easy, big guy. I just wanna check- Raditz! Ya've been breached?!" Bardock thought he'd never see the day. "Who? Was it Broly?" Raditz was too busy and focused to respond clearly. He only shook his head. "I did." Goku coughed. "Well!" Bardock stalked slowly towards his youngest brat. "Didn't know ya two got along so well." "Oh, uh- It was-" "So tell me," Bardock's tail swayed behind him, he backed Goku up against a wall and placed a hand on either side of Goku's head, "are you breached too?" He asked in a seductive tone. "Bardock!" Goku wailed. "Calm down, Bardock. You are giving the poor fool an aneurism." Vegeta stepped in for Goku, placing a hand on Bardock's shoulder. "The planet he grew up on looks down on blood relations." "Yer kidding." Bardock turned to Vegeta, flabbergasted. "Then what do they do with family?" Toma asked in a confused voice. "Other things. They play board games." Vegeta shrugged. "Damn. What kind of backwards planet did I send ya to?" Bardock pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked back at Goku, "I- I'm sorry. I shoulda done better research." "Hey, I'm perfectly fine the way I am, 'Dock, so no worries." Goku held up his hands. "AAAAAHHHH!" Raditz's scream of pure bliss interrupted their train of thought. "I guess you're next in line, Bardock." Toma informed the scarred Saiyan. Bardock watched as Raditz collapsed on Broly's chest, heaving. He turned to Goku, "don't ya worry, kid. We'll help bring ya back around." He then marched over to where Broly lay, taking his clothes off as he went, leaving a very confused Goku behind. Bardock had to wait until Raditz released Broly's cock, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy some foreplay. Broly growled again as Bardock approached his nest, "calm down, will ya? I'm not here to steal anyone from ya. I'm here to get fucked by that huge hidden talent ya got there." Bardock waved his tail in the air, releasing pheromones to let Broly know he was not a threat. Once Broly sniffed the air and calmed down, Bardock got on the nest and lay next to the larger Saiyan. He started purring and nuzzling Broly much like a cat would. Broly's interest was peaked by Bardock's actions. The scarred Saiyan licked his lips before pressing them to Broly's own. He would place a kiss and move back and repeat that action until Broly started purring and grabbed Bardock by the head to keep him still enough to deepen their kiss. "Ugh. Can't wait til I'm done, can ya?" Raditz huffed, getting up to a sitting position. He watched as Broly practically ravished his carrier's mouth. He chanced a look in Toma's direction and saw the Saiyan leaning against a rocky wall with his arms crossed and a pissed off expression. Goku noticed it too. "So, uh- How long have ya two known my mom- Er- Source?" Goku neared the ticked off Saiyan and tried to make small talk. "Oh, I've known Gine for a long time, a little over four orbits." "Huh? How long is that?" Goku tilted his head. "About thirty years, Kakarot." Vegeta commented from across the rocky chamber. "Oh, wow! That is a long time. How did ya meet?" Toma looked at the other Saiyan and then chuckled humorlessly. Kakarot was trying so hard to distract him from Bardock. "Bardock introduced us. They had always lived together, him and Gine. When I finally met Bardock, I met your source as well. I never was a breeding mate with Gine though, just mates. But we both were breeding mates with Bardock." "Ya mean ya dun have Gine's bite mark?" Goku asked to make sure. "That's right." Toma smiled and moved his head to show Bardock's bite. Goku could clearly see the bite mark on Toma's trapezius muscle, right between the neck and shoulder. "Bardock and I became breeding mates almost immediately after meeting. Then he became breeding mates with Gine later on. I was never against it, but I never thought of Gine as my breeding mate, it would've been pointless since Gine couldn't get pregnant and I'm not carrier material. So he was just my mate." "I see. Ya know, we can revive her- Him- When we can use the Dragon Balls again. They take a while t' recharge." Goku said cheerfully, "I really wanna meet him." "And I can assure you that Gine would like that very much. You leaving is what killed him, you know. He was so heartbroken that you had to be sent off planet, he couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt or worse, killed. It broke Bardock's heart to lose his long life friend and mate, aside from losing you." Goku bit his lips. "Well, that'll be fixed as soon as we can use the Dragon Balls again," he brought a fist to his chin, "I would ask Moori t' wish them t' work again, but I feel bad askin' for another favor so soon. Besides, we need t' wait until their Dragon Balls recharge." He scratched the back of his head. "There's no hurry, Kakarot." Toma smiled at his mate's kid. "As long as it's a done deal." "Of course!" Goku grinned. "OH, YES! FINALLY!" The two Saiyans turned to watch Bardock push Raditz off Broly and climb on top of the large warrior. Goku sighed. "I guess I'll just have t' get used t' seeing ya guys be like this- VEGETA, WHAT ARE YA DOIN'?!" "What?" The Prince looked back at Goku, "you can not seriously expect me to watch them and not masturbate." "Hey! That's a good idea. Mind if I join you, Highness?" Toma whipped out his cock and started rubbing its length. "This is too much. I need air." Goku raised his hands in defeat and headed towards the cave opening. "Oh, like you have never seen a dick being jacked off. You are such a prude, Kakarot!" Vegeta called out after him and went back to enjoying the show with Toma. Goku huffed and ignored the Prince. He walked out of the cave and took a deep calming breath. "What am I gonna do with these guys...?" - "AH! YES! FUCK ME!" Bardock screamed as Broly pounded him into the furs. Their hips collided with each other and the sounds resonated throughout the cave. "Oh, your mate is so hot." Vegeta commented. He had pulled out a chair and was now seated on it, shaft in hand. "Why do you think I was quick to make it official?" Toma replied, smiling. He stood next to the Prince, pumping his erection as he watched his mate getting fucked. "He's a beautiful creature." "Not to mention his brats." Raditz got up from the furs, finally recovered, and approached Vegeta. "Enjoying the show aren't we?" "Pull up a chair, Raditz. Your carrier makes for good entertainment." The Prince waved to one of the spare chairs. "Nah, I've seen him plenty of times. What I haven't been doing is pleasuring you, my Prince." Raditz purred. "Oh? And how do you intend on pleasuring me, Raditz?" The long haired Saiyan got on his knees in between Vegeta's legs and swished his tail. "Luckyyyyy." Toma groused. "I'll get to ya in a bit, shosha." Raditz called him by the nickname young Saiyans use to call their sources. "But the Prince always comes first." Raditz sneered at Vegeta, showing his teeth. "Hmph! You best get to work, moron." Vegeta tapped Raditz's smirk with the tip of his cock. Raditz opened his mouth and let his tongue roam around Vegeta's length. The smaller Saiyan made a pleased sound. "Broly! Harder, fuck me till I can't walk straight!" Bardock's voice echoed across the cave. "Oh, Bardock~" Toma moaned his mate's name. "He is going to get more than he can chew on." Vegeta said as soon as he felt Broly's ki spike. "Oh? Woah!" Toma lost his balance when the ground started shaking. A green light illuminated the cave as Broly ascended. "Oh, FUCK!" Bardock yelled as he felt Broly's muscle increase in size. "DAMN!" Toma was awestruck. His dick lay forgotten in his hand. "I wish I had a scouter with me right now." "Ha! It would not be able to measure his power." Vegeta laughed. Raditz had turned to see Broly's transformation. "I'm so glad he didn't go Super Saiyan while fucking me!" "What are you talking about? You can ascend as well." Vegeta cuffed Raditz upside his head. "Now get back to work. My dick is not going to suck itself." "Wait- Raditz is a Super Saiyan now?" Toma's jaw dropped. "He achieved the transformation recently." Vegeta informed him. "UGH! YER DICK IS GONNA TEAR ME IN HALF!" Bardock yelled as he transformed as well. Toma fell to his knees when he saw a golden aura spill over Bardock as his hair and tail turned gold. "He really is a Super Saiyan." "Well, it appears it was not entirely a myth." Vegeta smirked. Raditz turned around to see his carrier transformed and gasped. "Oh, I wouldn't mind getting in between those two." "Raditz. My cock." Vegeta tugged on the long hair and Raditz continued servicing him. "Let me guess, you can transform as well?" Toma asked the Prince. "Hmph! Of course I can. And so can Kakarot." Toma looked at the ground, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that everyone here had reached Super Saiyan except himself. "Come now, Toma. Enjoy the show." Came the Prince's snide voice. "R-right." His hand began moving again around his hardened member. He watched as his golden mate pushed Broly away suddenly and turned around. "Wow. Broly is huge!" Bardock stuck his butt in the air and waived his tail. "C'mon, big boy. Show me whatcha got!" Broly immediately mounted him again and started pistoning his hips with a force that could crush a normal Saiyan's bones. Toma couldn't imagine himself in that same position, but some part of him envied the amount of pleasure Bardock must be experiencing right now.Toma tightened the grip on his cock. He could only wish.
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"Kakarot, it's almost yer turn." Bardock came out of the cave walking funny. Goku turned to look at his carrier and immediately looked away as soon as he saw Bardock's state of undress. "Vegeta is taking care of Broly right now. They're almost done." "I'll be there in a minute." Goku's tail puffed at the tip. Bardock noticed, "okay, what is up with ya anyway? Is looking at yer ol' man naked that irritating?" "It's just- Not somethin' I'm used to." Goku blushed. "Okay, tell me when I cross the line." "Bardock, please." Goku sighed and closed his eyes. "Humor me." "Fiiiiiine." Goku frowned and crossed his arms. "Hmph." Bardock smirked and swiped his tail under Goku's nose. Goku automatically inhaled. The smell was intoxicating. Bardock swiped his tail again and again, until Goku started purring. "Why do ya smell so good?" Goku was genuinely intrigued. "It's natural for ya to be attracted to my scent, Kakarot. I'm yer carrier and yer center." "Wha's that mean?" "It means I'm the leader, the center of our circle. Ya come from me, Kakarot. Saiyans feel a deep connection to their parents, especially their carriers. It's- Hard to explain, easier if I just show ya." - The Prince moaned loudly when Broly knotted him for behind, "about time, you great big oaf." He panted. Broly gave him a toothy grin, baring his fangs, and started purring, lying on top of the Prince, almost squishing him with his sheer size. Vegeta could only growl and let him be. "He sure has stamina." Toma commented. The Prince grumbled, "you have no idea." "He just doesn't stop." Raditz whined from his seat next to his source. "Hey, how about you show me your transformation, 'Ditz?" Toma suggested his offspring. "Ha, alright." Raditz grinned and stood up. "It still takes me a while but I guess practice makes perfect." The long haired Saiyan started powering up. Lightning sparked from him and struck random places in the cave. The ground shook slightly. Raditz shouted out as his ki kept rising. Toma ducked a stray lightning bolt that flashed his way. "Good gods." With a final shout, Raditz's mane turned gold, along with his tail. The older Saiyan was starstruck. "Raditz. You look amazing." Raditz smirked at his source and whipped his long hair. "It's quite fetching, ain't it?" "That's an understatement." Toma licked his lips. Vegeta was quick to release the larger Saiyan, and as soon as he was let go, Broly stood up from the bed and approached Toma. The tanned Saiyan yelped as Broly practically lifted him by his armor and started sniffing him. "Uh, Broly? Down boy." Toma tried distancing himself from the latcher to no avail. Broly started purring, obviously content to have another body in his reach that could give him pleasure. One hand traveled down and took hold of Toma's under pants, lowering them to his thighs. "NG- Broly, no." Toma started struggling against Broly's hold. He was just not ready to bottom for another Saiyan. Especially not this very endowed one. Broly, however, could not understand the intricacies of consensual sex at the moment and kept advancing on the unbreached warrior, licking his face as he hugged Toma's body against his. "Broly!" Toma warned the other, but the larger Saiyan was mentally not able to pay much attention to words and warnings. "Broly, let go of him." Raditz tried to pull Broly away only to be shrugged off easily. Even as a Super Saiyan, Raditz hadn't the amount of strength to pull the horny Saiyan away from his source. Toma took a deep breath and started forming a ball of energy in the palm of his hand. He attacked Broly by firing the ki blast right into his face. It made Broly release him and take a few steps back, but it was far too weak to cause the powerful Saiyan any damage. Broly merely shook his head and growled at Toma, if his new target wanted to fight then so be it. He would show this Saiyan who was the dominant one.Broly's pupils flashed red, he yelled and charged at Toma, grabbing him by the neck and crashing him against a wall. He pressed their bodies together and ground his hips against Toma's. "K-KAKAROOOOOT!" Toma's shout interrupted Goku and Bardock and they both ran into the cave. Well, Bardock limped more than ran. "What is it?" Goku asked. He saw Broly pressing Toma against a wall and grinding against him. "Oh, thank the gods. Could you get him off me?" Toma's voice shook. Goku started and ran to the two Saiyans with the intention of separating them. Force would never work while Broly was in his rut, so he nuzzled Broly's arm instead and began purring to get his attention. It worked all too well and Broly let go of Toma, turning his attention to this other pliant and attractive Saiyan. Soon Goku was leading Broly to their nest.Goku pushed Broly until he was sat on the green pelts, he then started taking his top off. As he was about to take off his pants, he noticed four pairs of eyes on him. "EH?!" Goku blushed furiously and covered his chest from prying eyes, "yer not gonna watch me, are ya?" "Why not?" Bardock asked, pulling up a chair and straddling it. "We have all seen you naked, Kakarot, at any given point of your life." Vegeta pointed out, taking a seat next to Bardock. "And ya've had sex with half of us." Raditz smirked. "Broly's waiting for ya, brat." Bardock chimed in. He picked up a small stick that was lying on the floor and started chewing on it. Toma was relieved to have his offspring take his place. He pulled up his under armor and stood behind his naked mate. Raditz powered down and sat on the floor next to the Prince.All four Saiyans sat or stood there expectantly, waiting for the second youngest of them to begin. Goku took a deep breath and took off his boots. His belt soon joined them on the cave floor. Broly hummed and helped Goku out of his pants, sliding them over narrow hips and a pert ass. Goku toed them off once they were all the way down. It didn't help his embarrassment as a couple of spectators cat called.Broly smirked as he gazed upon the naked Saiyan and neared Goku's flaccid cock with his face, giving it a few licks until it stood at attention. He then put his hands over Goku's butt and guided him on the bed of furs. Goku was soon under him, his head towards the opposite side of the others.The large Saiyan nudged Goku's legs apart and settled in between them. Goku's face burned as his intimate areas were exposed to the public. Broly aligned their groins and poked around with his erection until he found Goku's mating entrance. He pushed in, making his bed partner moan and the others cheer. Broly started moving with deep, slow thrusts, Goku could hear some very lewd comments that made his cheeks darken even more. Broly didn't seem to mind though. All he seemed to care about was fucking the next willing, and sometimes not so willing, body.The untamed Saiyan began giving shallow and quick thrusts, Goku tried to hold back his moans but the way Broly's cock was rubbing against all the right places had Goku spilling out all sorts of encouraging words soon enough. Goku's puffy tail wrapped around his lover's, "Broly, yes! Faster." He whispered low enough for Broly to hear. Not that it would make a difference, Saiyans had excellent hearing after all, and the cave seemed to amplify any and all sounds. Broly purred and continued to invade his lover's body at a faster rhythm. "Feel it, baby brother!" Raditz called out. He turned to Vegeta, "man, wouldn't ya love to get some of that action?" Vegeta smirked, "I do get some of that action, whenever I wish it. Kakarot's submissive nature makes him very agreeable to most things." "Interesting~" Raditz rubbed his chin. A drawn out moan interrupted them, Goku was nearing the end. Broly grunted with every thrust, the tip of his cock pierced through Goku's cervix sporadically, but not deep enough to reach inside his womb. "Broly! Deeper!" Goku panted. He was so close. He could feel his lower belly tightening up. The large Saiyan gave a few more deep thrusts and came inside Goku's womb, filling it with seed. Goku shouted as he climaxed and his cervix clamped down on the tip of his lover's shaft, tying them together.The others cheered the pair, satisfied with the show. "Kakarot, ya were beautiful." Bardock called out. Vegeta nodded his agreement. He was, however, starting to have mixed feelings about the whole situation. He wanted to be the one to have Goku stuck on his cock. He could challenge Broly, but as much as it hurt his pride, he knew the larger Saiyan would surely win without any problem."He always is." Vegeta found himself thinking out loud. Raditz stared at the Prince. A pang of hurt went through his chest. True, he was now a Super Saiyan, but he still doubted he was good enough for the Prince. Kakarot could give Vegeta a good challenge, something Saiyans craved from their mates. Raditz' skills were still laughable.He sighed through his nose and closed his eyes. "What is eating you this time, Raditz?" Vegeta asked. Raditz paused, choosing his words wisely, "Kakarot is very lucky to have ya." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "You can have me as well. All you need to do is get over yourself and accept the fact that I desire you." "How can ya desire this?" Raditz pointed to himself, "I'm weak." "You are many things, Raditz. And I am attracted to most of them." "Most of them." Raditz chuckled humorlessly. Vegeta frowned and grabbed Raditz by the hair, bringing their faces together and crushing their lips against one another. "Come with me." Vegeta stood, still naked from his last round with Broly, and walked out of the cave, his tail waved gently behind him.Raditz followed.
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Vegeta grabbed his tattered spandex and boots and put them on before exiting the cave. Raditz followed the Prince outside, not bothering to throw on his own under armor. The Prince was quiet for a long while before he spoke up. "How long have we know each other, Raditz?" "Aww, Vegeta, ya know I ain't any good with numbers..." Raditz crossed his arms and placed a finger on his chin, "about five orbits?" "Three and a half. And during that time, when have I ever expressed hatred towards your low power level," Vegeta turned around to face his one time lover, "or your rank?" Raditz remained quiet. His mind traveled through all the memories that he could remember at the moment. "One time." "I was angry and hurt that one time. Because you were abandoning me." Vegeta scowled. "Ya didn't want to listen to reason." Vegeta closed his eyes and opened them, "granted. I was jealous that your focus was only on your younger brother. I have always been- The jealous type. I wanted all or nothing." Vegeta took a deep breath, "I- I was wrong." He gritted out. Raditz was stunned. Vegeta. Admitting he was wrong. "I felt like you were constantly slipping through my fingers. Every time I believed I finally had you, you would run." Vegeta gazed into the long haired Saiyan's eyes. "Stop. Running." "Vegeta, I-" The Prince lifted a hand, "I WANT you. I have always wanted you, Raditz, heir of Bardock. I crave you." Vegeta stalked slowly towards his ex lover, a burning desire flashed across his eyes. Raditz subconsciously gave a step back. "You STILL run from me." Vegeta growled. "Is it because you are scared?!" "I am." Raditz spoke barely above a whisper. Vegeta quirked an eyebrow. "I'm scared." Raditz confessed louder. "What could possibly scare a Super Saiyan?" The Prince smirked. Raditz blinked. He still wasn't used to the fact that he could now ascend. "You. I'm scared that ya'll regret yer decision. A breeding mate is a mate for life, Vegeta. What if ya get tired of me?" "The only thing I am getting tired of is your inferiority complex." Raditz lowered his gaze. "Raditz! You are so desirable! And now you are even stronger. You do not have to be as strong as I. You are allowed weakness. Unlike me." Vegeta lowered his eyes. "Prince?" Raditz tilted his head. "You are my weakness." Vegeta murmured. "I wish to make you even stronger, Raditz. I wish to bond with you." "W-wha?" Bonded mates were different than breeding mates. They shared everything, including emotions and energy. Their ki was added and then multiplied. It was a rare occurrence as most Saiyans were too self centered and private to share intimate feelings with others. Bonded Saiyans could feel when their mate was in trouble, or sad, or hungry. It was not unlike telepathy. It was the ultimate proof of love. "Bonded... ARE YA INSANE?!" Raditz's tail puffed out to twice its size and stood tall. "Perhaps." The Prince huffed. "Ya do realize what that implies- Besides, that only happens with extremely compatible Saiyans!" "Hence, why I desire to become your breeding mate first. And then we can work on bonding." "Vegeta..." Raditz turned around and grabbed his head, pulling on his hair. He paced for a few moments and turned to look at his Prince. "The influx of yer ki might destroy me!" "And that is why I wish to make you stronger. We shall become breeding mates, and once you are strong enough to withstand my ki, we shall bond." Vegeta flexed his arm and made a fist. "Do I get a say in yer plans?" Raditz pinched the bridge of his nose and smiled joylessly. "No." Vegeta moved Raditz's hand out of the way and stood on his tiptoes, trying to reach the taller Saiyan's mouth. Raditz stared at Vegeta before chuckling, "ya really are short." He bent down and kissed the Prince before he could retort. When they parted, both Saiyan's breathing was heavier. "Become my breeding mate, Raditz." The taller Saiyan sighed and gave a short nod. Both warriors were about to kiss again when they heard a gasp coming from just outside the cave. They turned to see who it was.Goku stood there, with unshed tears, a look of utter betrayal etched on his face. "K-Kakarot?" Vegeta's eyes opened wide. Goku puffed out his chest and swallowed. "So that's why ya didn't want t' become my mate. All this time I was only a shadow that reminded ya of my brother. A small consolation prize." Goku directed his gaze to the older Saiyan. Raditz was at a loss for words. "Kakarot. Raditz and I have a past. You cannot blame me-" "No. Vegeta. I can't. No one ever can." With that Goku took off, disappearing into the distance. "Shit!" Vegeta cursed and let go of his future mate. "I better go after him." Raditz said, preparing to take off. "Stay. It is I who needs to- Talk with him." Vegeta stilled Raditz. "Fine. But I need to talk with him later." Vegeta nodded and took off after Goku.
It was a while before Vegeta sensed Goku's ki had stopped moving. His heart started racing the closer he got to his sparring partner.Vegeta finally reached Goku and touched down on the ground behind him. Goku sat with one leg propped up against his chest, overlooking the dull geography of the dwarf planet. "Ya know what I hate most about this place?" Vegeta waited for Goku to respond his own question. "There's nothing ya can pick up and throw." Goku finished. The Prince shuffled his boots, unsure on how to start. "Ya can start by apologizin'." The younger Saiyan seemed to read his mind. Vegeta harrumphed, "I am not about to apologize for my feelings, Kakarot." "I ain't talkin' about that. I'm talkin' about how ya treat me. As if I'm second best." Vegeta wanted to say Goku WAS second best but held his tongue. The Earth raised Saiyan would surely take it the wrong way. "Kakarot, your brother and I have been together way before you came into my life. You cannot expect me to just erase all my feelings for him!" "I dun expect ya t' do anythin', Vegeta!" Goku stood up and towered over the shorter warrior. "I just- I wish ya would see me as a worthy mate." He ended up whispering that last part. "Is this what it is? JEALOUSY? You cannot be serious." "Is it that far fetched?! Ya were jealous too when ya saw me with Broly!" Vegeta bristled at the memory, "that is different!" "HOW?!" "I AM ROYALTY. I GET TO CHOOSE WHO MY LOVERS FUCK!" Goku growled, "yer wrong, Vegeta. Ya dun get t' choose. Ya can't OWN anyone-" "Perhaps that is how it works on Earth, but on Vegetasei, I have EVERY right-" "WELL WE AIN'T ON VEGETASEI NOW, ARE WE?!" Vegeta was dumbstruck, "you pretend to take my culture away from me? You expect me to CHANGE?! EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY HAVE?! Just to accommodate you, a low ranked warrior-" "A LOW RANKED WARRIOR THAT IS STRONGER THAN THE PRINCE OF A DEAD RACE?!" Vegeta's ki flared dangerously. He was close to ascending. "I shall not let you take away what makes me a Saiyan, Kakarot." Vegeta growled. "What does that even mean, t' be a Saiyan?!" "YOU SHALL NEVER UNDERSTAND!" Vegeta roared and transformed to Super Saiyan. Goku growled again and transformed as well, his power going even higher than Vegeta's.Vegeta took that as a final insult and charged. His fist connected with Goku's forearm, Goku threw a fist of his own and the battle began.The Saiyan warriors fought out their pent up emotions, fists, kicks, and even some underhanded moves took place. Goku always going one step further than the Prince of all Saiyans.Vegeta let out a scream of pure rage and aimed an uppercut to Goku's jaw. He made contact, Goku's head snapped back and blood dribbled from his lip. The Prince powered up to Super Saiyan God Blue and continued attacking his supposed friend.Goku followed Vegeta's transformation and soon his hair, eyes, and tail bled into an electric light blue tone.They fought. Oh, how they fought. Each of them poured their high strung emotions into every attack, it felt like their first fight all those years ago. Their heartbreak and broken pride spilled into their every move. The stale terrain was soon littered with debris. Hills disappeared as the Saiyans crashed into them. Rocks flew every which way as they collided with the floor. Blood spilled and bruises formed, marring their smooth skin.The fight ended when Goku delivered a punishing blow to the Prince's face. Vegeta was sent crashing through several mountains, he lost grip on his God transformation and really felt the friction against the rocks. He landed in a crater on the ground, he tried to get up but his tired limbs failed him. Goku touched down close to the fallen Prince and sneered at him. "Ya know who else will never understand? Broly." He wiped a trail of blood from his split lip. "He would never treat me the way ya do... And he has a bigger dick!" Vegeta's eyes opened wide, a vein popped up on his forehead. "Raditz has a bigger dick than you!" He growled. Goku stared daggers into his comrade, "you are insufferable, Vegeta!" "Do you even know what that word means, moron?!" Then the young Saiyan did something the Prince would never have imagined the happy go lucky Saiyan would do; Goku pulled out his middle finger and enunciated a very stark 'fuck you', and flew off.Vegeta let out a breath he had been holding and let his head fall back to the rubble. He closed his eyes and sighed. "That did not go as planned."
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Goku returned to the cave, the smell of sex was heavy in the air. Lemo and Cheelai would not appreciate that. Especially not Cheelai. Goku had seen how she would look at Broly, and Goku wasn't that oblivious. He recognized her dreamy gaze whenever Broly did something 'cute'. "Kakarot!" Broly greeted the Saiyan cheerfully. He tried getting up but ended up pulling on Bardock's cervix. "Ow, easy!" Bardock winced at the tug. "About time ya showed up." He called from under Broly's bulky body. "Yeah. I was just..." "Good gods. You're all banged up!" Toma got up from his seat and approached the young Saiyan, concern written all over his face. Raditz could only avert his eyes and keep his mouth shut. He had a good idea what must've happened between his brother and Vegeta. "It's fine." Goku waved Toma off. "Good t' see Broly's back with us." "Yeah, I had to cover for Vegeta. Is he looking worse than you?" Bardock couldn't stop from asking. It was pretty obvious Goku didn't just slip down the stairs. Goku frowned and ignored the question. He walked over to the big water container and grabbed a cup full to start washing the blood and grime off his face. "Does anyone else feel like they can cut the tension with a knife?" Bardock raised an eyebrow. "Brat? Do ya know anything about this?" He asked Raditz. The long haired Saiyan merely shrugged, but the tail tucking in between his legs was all the answer Bardock needed.Bardock groaned and rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back on the furs, face first. "Do you feel like talking about it?" Toma offered. Goku only shook his head. "It's somethin' I gotta figure out for myself first." He grabbed another cup and washed the dirt off his arms. "Well, whenever you're ready we're here for you." Toma smiled and let Goku finish cleaning himself up. Broly groaned as his shaft was released and got off the bed, making a beeline towards Goku, cock still dripping with his seed and Bardock's slick. His tail tipped to the left as he stood in front of Goku, he was unsure about the smaller Saiyan's smell. He smelt like pain and regret. "Hey, big guy." Goku gave Broly a tired smile. "Mind if I just lie down for a bit?" Broly stared at Goku for a moment and then a cheerful smile spread across his face. He grabbed Goku's hands and led him to the nest. He then pushed Goku down on the furs and curled up next to him, throwing a muscular arm around Goku's waist and hugging him close. Broly began a deep rumbling purr to help calm Goku down.Goku was touched by the gesture and sighed. He turned his face towards Broly's and closed his eyes. Sleep soon overtook both exhausted Saiyans.Bardock, having put on his gear in the meanwhile, signalled at Raditz and Toma to exit the cave. He carefully got up from the green furs and all three Saiyans let the sleeping couple be. Once outside, Bardock rounded on Raditz and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, making Raditz yelp. "What. Did. Ya. Do." "N-nothing! Vegeta... He asked me to be his chosen. A-and Kakarot overheard. He took off and Vegeta went after him!" "Did Kakarot just take off or did he say something?" Bardock tightened his hold on Raditz. "Ahaaaaaah-I don't know?! Something about being my shadow and some second place prize." Understanding dawned on Bardock. Gine had gone through a similar situation when Bardock asked him to become his breeding mate, after Bardock was mated with Toma. Gine had even apologized for being worse than a consolation trophy and not what Bardock really needed. A long night of explaining and convincing followed, and finally Gine had accepted to become Bardock's second mate, but definitely not the second best. Bardock loved both his mates to death.The apple didn't fall far from the tree it would seem.Bardock let go of Raditz, the long haired Saiyan shook his head and massaged the base of his skull. "Toma. Can ya handle Kakarot for me when he wakes up?" Bardock asked his mate. "Sure thing. Where are you going?" Toma asked as Bardock re-entered the cave to grab one of the scouters Lemo had left for them to keep in touch. Bardock turned and gave one of his evilest smirks, "I have a bone to pick with a certain Prince." He placed the scouter on his face and took off. - Finding the Prince would be easier than getting him to open up about his emotions. Bardock had to tread carefully, otherwise Vegeta would close up like a clam and that would be the end of it.He soon found the Prince standing by the edge of a lake of acid and staring off into the distance. "Tell me one thing, Prince." Bardock asked as soon as his boots touched the ground. "What are yer intentions towards my youngest brat?" Vegeta closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "I am not a latcher." Bardock was taken aback, "come again?" The Prince turned to face the older Saiyan, "I cannot provide for him." His eyes shown in the dim light. The pained expression on Vegeta's face spoke louder than his words. "Vegeta. Yer putting too much effort into being something yer not, at least not without proper training and some electro-hormone therapy... Do ya honestly think Kakarot is callous enough to measure yer worth by what yer dick can or can't do?" "He enjoys Broly. So much!" Vegeta's voice broke. If it were any other Saiyan besides Bardock, Vegeta wouldn't hesitate in sending them to Hell. But he had a history with Bardock, intimate, and involved. One could say Bardock was the only Saiyan Vegeta confided in since his childhood. Bardock would always be around the castle either cavorting with the King, or teaching Vegeta about science and life and other fun things. He had been one of Vegeta's mentors, his favorite, and the Prince had come to look up to him. Bardock was also the only Saiyan that knew Vegeta had suppressed his urges to become a latcher for Raditz.Vegeta lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut. "He is such a clown. I hate him!" "Do ya really now? Something tells me that yer head over heels for him. For both my brats, any other time I would be laughing my ass off. Ya just hate the fact that yer not powerful enough to protect both of them. Yer letting yer instincts cloud yer better judgement, Vegeta. Ya don't need to protect him. Kakarot can take care of himself." "But as his prince, it is my responsibility to be stronger than he is!" "That was on Vegetasei. Ya gotta work with what ya got here in the now." Vegeta stared hopelessly at his former mentor, "I do not know how. I have already sacrificed so much for him. For both of them. I do not know what else I can do to please them." "Maybe it's time for them to please you, Prince." Bardock crossed his arms and smiled at the younger Saiyan. "Maybe it's time for ya to LET them please ya. In their own way. Kakarot comes from a different culture. I already was able to chip off a piece of his humanity, but these things take time." "I have waited so long for them. And when I finally have one, the other slips away." "I know how Raditz feels about ya, but have ya ever asked Kakarot how he feels about ya?" Vegeta stared wide eyed at Bardock for a while. "I- Do not know. He is always so eager to be around me, to gain my favor. I had always assumed he desired me... But nothing more." "Oh, boy." Bardock pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look," the scarred Saiyan looked up, "let Kakarot cool down some before ya start talking to him. He was pretty tense when he came to the cave. Let him seek ya out." "He is a submissive Saiyan. He will never seek me out!" "I know, I could tell by his scent alone. But sometimes we do things that go against our own nature if only to chase what we desire." Bardock winked at Vegeta. Vegeta gave a sarcastic snort. "I think I'm done chewing on yer neck. For now. Oh! And Prince?" "What is it?" Vegeta sighed. "Don't be afraid to show a bit of your emotions to Kakarot. He strikes me as the kind of guy who appreciates such things." Vegeta huffed, "we shall see." Bardock left the Prince and returned to the shelter. The talk with Vegeta had gone way better than expected. Vegeta truly felt strongly about Raditz and Kakarot. Now to get his younger brat to open up and be more receptive about the Prince's feelings. He was sure Toma must've tried talking to Kakarot by now... - "Wakey, wakey, sleepy nut." Toma cooed at Goku as the young Saiyan opened his eyes and blinked several times. "Have ya been sittin' here all this time waitin' for me t' wake up?" His drowsy voice brought a smile to Toma's lips. "Not really. Okay, maybe a little bit." Toma scratched his head. Goku looked around noticing they were three Saiyans short. "Where is everyone?" "Bardock went to chew Vegeta's head off, and Raditz is outside somewhere sulking." Goku turned around to see Broly was still fast asleep. The large Saiyan looked so peaceful while he slumbered. Goku stared at him for too long, his mind was going a mile a minute. "Ahem." Toma's fake cough caught his attention. "How are you feeling?" "Better. Not a hundred percent, but I'll manage." Goku stretched his limbs and yawned. "What happened out there, Kakarot?" Goku frowned, "Vegeta being so... Vegeta." Toma let the other continue. "He- He wants me t' accept things that I just- Can't!" "Is it the blood relation thing?" "No, not really. I realize that's the least of my problems," Goku laughed bitterly. "It's about accepting that Vegeta can get away with anything cuz 'he's a prince'." Goku finished that sentence in a mocking tone. "Well... He IS a Prince. He's used to getting his way, and he has every right to." "See, that's the part I dun agree with. Being a Prince don't mean he can be an asshole." Goku grimaced. "It completely means he can be an asshole." Toma laughed. "Trust me, Vegeta isn't the worst royal we've had. The Prince has changed a lot, and I'm guessing that's thanks to you, Kakarot." Broly stirred in his sleep. Goku turned to look at him. "Broly would be a much better mate than Vegeta anyway." He sighed. Toma hummed, "be careful, Kakarot. Becoming breeding mates is not something to take lightly." He raised a finger to emphasize his point. "Once the bite mark is made, you're stuck for life." Goku looked at Toma's bite mark, "how could ya be okay in a three person relationship?" "Oh, well- It wasn't as easy as it seems. I wanted Bardock all to myself," Toma laughed and grabbed the back of his head. "When Bardock said he wanted to mate with Gine, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. But Saiyans are pack oriented. We feel better in larger groups. It feels right." "How did ya meet Bardock?" Goku was curious to learn more about his family. "It was all thanks to a Saiyan named Turles. He told me that Bardock was going to be at a party the King threw and that I should go meet with him." Toma thought for a while. "hey, speaking of, I never did see Turles in Otherworld. He must still be out there." Goku hissed, "I made sure t' get rid of him." "Oh? What happened?" Goku explained in great length about the Tree of Might Turles planted on Earth and how it had consumed almost everything. He left out the more... Personal parts that happened. "Hmmm, I can see how that might have ticked you off. But Turles isn't all that bad. At least, not to me. Sure he's a bit... Eccentric, but you find those kinds sometimes." Toma smiled. "Turles had his own agenda. And a lot of Saiyans didn't understand that. He had a problem against our royals as well. It clashed with Raditz's undying loyalty to the King and Prince. Otherwise they could've been good friends, even mates." "Mates?" "Oh, yeah. Turles had a little crush on Raditz. But at the time Raditz only had eyes for the Prince. That didn't stop them from fooling around though. Even if it rubbed the Prince the wrong way." A light bulb turned on in Goku's head, a plan so rotten that Vegeta could finally see that Goku could be as underhanded and crafty as any other Saiyan.
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"We should contact him." Goku said after going through his plan several times in his head. "Oh?" Toma tilted his head. "Yes! This way I can prove t' Vegeta that I dun need t' worship royalty t' be a true Saiyan! Besides, we can use an extra pair of hands t' handle Broly if his rut ain't over yet." "Well, I agree on that last part, I'm not sure I'm ready to help you guys out and let Broly claim me." Toma sighed. Goku smiled and got up from the comfortable nest. He entered Lemo and Cheelai's house and looked for a spare scouter they had as backup in case anything happened to the other scouters.Toma followed Goku and peeked through the door, never having entered a 'human' house. "Do ya know the coordinates of this planet?" Goku asked. "Cheelai said she wrote them down somewhere." The older Saiyan looked around, "here they are." Toma found the note on a pegboard and helped Goku type them in the scouter. Toma searched for an adequate frequency to send them through. Hopefully, Turles had a scouter that would receive the message. "I sent him the message. If he's still out there, he'll get it." The message was simple and to the point; Help needed. Reward. "Now we wait. I hope you know what you're doing, Kakarot. Turles is known to be a trouble maker." "I'm sure I can handle him if things get outta hand." Toma smiled, "you are really your carrier's offspring." The Saiyans exited the small capsule home and decided it was as good a time as any to start dinner. - As soon as the smell of food hit Broly's nose, the Saiyan woke up and put his clothes on to join Goku and Toma at the low table.The smell had reached Raditz too and he returned inside the cave, trying his best to stay out of Goku's way.The dinner was quiet, there was not much to be said. "So, Broly. How are you feeling?" Toma asked. The silence was getting to be unbearable. "I'm feeling well, thank you." Broly replied before stuffing his mouth with more food. "At least one of us is." Bardock's voice came from the cave entrance. "Starting the meal without me, eh?" He smirked. He made his way inside and sat on the floor at the table next to his mate. Toma waited to see if the Prince would show up. "Vegeta isn't coming?" "I gave him a few things to think about. He'll get here when he's ready." Bardock answered with his mouth full. Broly observed the others, learning their mannerisms, their way of speaking, their interactions. It was when he noticed similar markings on Bardock and Toma's collars that his curiosity got the best of him. "What are those marks you have on your necks?" "Hm?" Bardock swallowed a mouthful of food. "Oh, these. They're our mating bites. They mean Toma and I are breeding mates and we can reproduce." Toma unconsciously touched his mark and couldn't keep his lips from curving upwards. Broly was interested in learning about breeding mates. "How do they work?" "Ya mean the process?" Bardock lifted his eyebrow and looked up. "Well, first ya choose someone who ya have a strong connection with. Then ya need to ask if they want to become yers forever, ya know, live together and start a circle. If they say yes, then ya follow a few steps that help make the connection stronger." Broly scooted closer, intent on learning what the older Saiyan had to teach. "What means to start a circle?" "It means you are allowed to have cubs of your own." Toma replied, blowing a kiss to Bardock. Bardock blushed and cleared his throat, "the first step establishes who is the dominant partner and who is the submissive partner. Usually, the submissive will always want to be chased. He starts running first and the dominant Saiyan chases after him. Once ya catch him, ya fight! This establishes who will become the pack leader. It can be either one of the Saiyans regardless of whether they are submissive or dominant."The winner then shows he is fit to provide for his future circle and hunts down an animal for his future mate. The bigger the animal, the better! Both Saiyans eat together and wait for the moon to rise. A full moon is optimal. By this time, the submissive Saiyan will get a temporary heat wave. I don't know how it happens, some say it's a favor from the Goddess. It's her blessing to the couple. Then ya have sex, and each Saiyan bites the other, creating an energetic connection with their ki's. It's not as strong as bonding, but it's there."And ya can repeat this process with any amount of Saiyans. It doesn't have to be just one. As long as ya can provide, ya can have as many mates as ya want." "I want to have just one." Broly confessed. "I'll be happy with just one." He then looked at Goku and smiled. Goku choked on his drink, water shot out through his nose. "How do you make cubs?" Broly asked suddenly. The others face-faulted. "What we've all been doing for the last thousand days! By having sex!" Bardock recovered and explained to the naive Saiyan. "You make cubs by having sex?" Broly's eyes widened. "Ya need t' be in heat first, right 'Dock?" Goku scratched his ear. "The bottom Saiyan needs to be in heat and the top one needs to be a latcher." Bardock corrected. "A heat is similar to what you've been going through, Broly. Only you have a rut, because you're a latcher. Lockers get heats." Toma explained. Broly drew his eyebrows together. Some things still confused him, but he'd had enough information for a day. "Why don't ya tell us about yerself, kid. I know Paragus was yer source. How about yer carrier? What was his name?" Broly lowered his head, "I don't know. I only had one parent. Isn't that normal?" "It's not." Bardock answered in a sad tone. Broly was even worse off than Goku was. From what he remembered from one of their many conversations in between romps, Goku had been raised by a kind old human and he was taught properly. Paragus must've only bothered to train Broly to make him stronger and not bothered with teaching him anything else. "Saiyans have two or more parents." Broly lowered his head more. He felt inadequate. Abnormal. A freak, something his father had called him one too many times. "Hey." Goku reached for Broly's hand across the table, "not all of us are lucky t' have had parents while growing up." Broly raised his head and stared a Goku. He then got up, taking hold of the hand holding his, and directed Goku to the bed of furs. "Wha- What are ya up to, Broly?" Goku asked, almost tripping over his own boots. He was sat on the bed and Broly towered above him. The large Saiyan started taking his clothes off. "EH?! Why are ya doin' this so suddenly?" "I want to connect with you." Broly finished undressing and began taking Goku's clothes off as well. "We do plenty of that while ya get yer rut wave-" "This is different. I want to please you, Kakarot. You've been pleasing me all this time, I want to return the favor." Goku melted, "i-it was never a favor." He lifted his legs to help Broly take his boots and pants off. "We wanted t' help." Broly gently pushed Goku onto the soft furs and lay next to him. He brought their mouths together in a tender kiss. Broly's hand traveled up and down Goku's torso, feeling every dip and curve of his muscles. Their tails waved lazily in the air, playing tag with each other as the Saiyans got lost in the kiss.When they parted, Goku was straining from arousal and panting. "Broly~" The large Saiyan smiled and got up on all fours. He placed kisses here and there over Goku's heated skin, reaching lower and lower. Once he was hovering over Goku's cock, he gave it a small lick, testing his taste. Once he decided he liked it, he sunk his mouth down on it, making Goku moan loudly.Broly was sloppy and inexperienced, but Goku appreciated the effort. He combed his hand through Broly's untamed hair, he held his head, helping Broly get into a better rhythm.Just then, Vegeta entered the cave and made his way to the table. He stopped when he spotted the two Saiyans in the nest. Goku sensed him coming and looked towards the Prince. Their eyes met for a few seconds and Vegeta turned away, sitting down to eat whatever was left over. Goku frowned, he was so mad at Vegeta.The young Saiyan prompted Broly to go lower by putting pressure on his head with his hands. Broly came up and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Go lower," Goku pleaded. Broly took a while to understand what his lover wanted. When he did he gasped and buried his face in Goku's breeder, inhaling his scent and tasting him. "Mmmmm~!" Goku moaned a little too loudly. Vegeta choked on a piece of bread. "Do ya want to go outside, Prince?" Raditz offered. Vegeta recovered and swallowed the offending bite, "I am hungry." He continued eating, trying to ignore all the sounds spilling from his sparring partner's mouth. Goku wrapped his legs around Broly's head and started thrusting against his tongue, encouraging Broly to stick it in deeper. The angle wasn't helping them, however. Goku sat up and turned around, getting down on all fours and sticking his ass in the air, his tail stood straight up, exposing his groin for Broly.The large Saiyan dove in again, this time he was able to reach inside better with his tongue. Goku groaned at the feeling.Vegeta stopped eating all together and stared at the two Saiyans. His eye twitched when Goku's hips began gyrating and rubbing against Broly's face. "Oh, boy." Bardock rubbed a hand on his face. "Just ignore them, Vegeta." The Prince shook his head and attacked a piece of meat, eating faster to get out of the cave as quickly as possible. With the way things were it seemed like Goku was purposely being more vocal just to get on the Prince's nerves. Vegeta was not going to take that bait. He was above such things.He continued stuffing his mouth. "Broly! I need ya inside." Goku panted. Broly came up and licked his lips. He aligned his shaft with Goku's breeder and pushed. Goku moaned loudly again.The drumstick that was in Vegeta's hands snapped in half. A vein popped on his forehead. "Vegeta, we can always continue eating outside?" Toma offered. "I will not let that fool get to me." The smaller Saiyan growled. The three Saiyans continued watching as Vegeta went from angry, to blushing, to angry again in a not so short period of time. "Harder!" Goku called out. Vegeta finally had enough and slammed his fists on the table, splitting the wood in some parts. He stood up and left the cave. Raditz got up as well and followed.
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The Prince stood on the mountain top that housed their cave and glared at the horizon. Raditz touched down next to him and thought twice about opening his mouth. Vegeta's expression was scary enough to deter anyone from starting a conversation. "How DARE he!" Vegeta's ki flared. "He dared bait me by being so- Godsdamned sexy!" "I doubt he was doing it on purpose. Having sex with Broly is just that enjoyable." The long haired warrior shrugged. Vegeta glowered at his future mate, "I know." He growled. Raditz sighed and neared the upset Prince. He swiped his tail under Vegeta's nose to try and calm him down. Vegeta inhaled the sweet musk, "you are very bold to be so forward with me, Raditz," and could not keep a smile from stretching his lips. Raditz retracted his tail. The two Saiyans stood in silence for a while, contemplating the horizon. "The moon is out tonight." Raditz said offhandedly. "Didn't Kakarot destroy it?" "This planet has two moons. He destroyed one of them." Vegeta informed his lover. "Once it is full I shall take you as my breeding mate." "What about Kakarot?" "Hmph! What about him?" The Prince crossed his arms. "Vegeta. I know ya care for him. Yer not good at hiding it." The short Saiyan sighed, "I do not wish to talk about him." "Yer gonna have to eventually. The sooner the better." Raditz's eyebrows tightened. "Eventually, but not now." Vegeta turned to face his future breeding mate. "Kiss me, fool." Raditz beamed and bent down to capture Vegeta's lips. His hands came up and grabbed the Prince's shoulders, drawing circles on them with his thumbs.Vegeta let the other Saiyan take charge of the kiss, he opened his mouth to allow a probing tongue inside.Raditz moaned as their tongues touched and played with each other, he wrapped his arms around his smaller partner's torso and picked him up suddenly. "Kg- RADITZ! What are you doing?!" Vegeta squirmed in the hold. Raditz only chuckled, "I've always wanted to pick ya up. Yer so tiny!" "Do not dare be so casual with me!" Vegeta blushed furiously. Raditz shut him up with another kiss. "Hey, how about relieving some tension?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "P-PUT ME DOWN, MORON!" Vegeta's voice went up a few octaves. The taller Saiyan put the squirming Prince down and dodged a punch to the face as soon as Vegeta was released. He tackled Vegeta to the rocky floor and began grappling with him. The Prince could obviously overpower the weaker Saiyan but he played along and let his renegade of a lover pin him to the ground.Raditz's tail waved wildly as he held Vegeta's arms above his head. He held Vegeta's gaze for a moment before leaning down and kissing the Prince. When they parted, Vegeta's eyes were lidded and his face flushed. "Yer beautiful, Vegeta." "Keep your praise to yourself, Raditz." The other Saiyan laughed and nuzzled the royal's cheek, purring. His hips thrusted against Vegeta's and both Saiyans inhaled sharply. "Well, what are you waiting for? Undress me." Vegeta commanded in a soft tone. "As you wish, my Liege." Raditz held Vegeta's wrists in one hand and lowered Vegeta's leggings with the other. He placed kisses along the younger Saiyan's neck, making Vegeta gasp. The Prince toed off his boots and lifted his hips, Raditz finished getting rid of the blue spandex and brought a hand to Vegeta's rapidly forming erection. "Yer perfect, Vegeta." The Prince glared daggers at his lover and blushed. "I could stare at ya all day." "I forbid it. Now get on with it." Raditz clicked his tongue, "ya sure have a problem with compliments." "Compliments are unnecessary. You already have me panting for you." "Would it kill ya to be just a liiiittle bit sentimental?" Vegeta's cheeks darkened and he looked away. "I am not a sentimental Saiyan." "That's for sure." Vegeta chanced a glance at Raditz, trying to read his emotions. "I- Like how your eyes shine under the moonlight..." Raditz bit his cheek, trying not to laugh. Vegeta growled, "WHAT?!" Raditz fell over laughing, grabbing his sides. This was so out of character for the Prince, and so cheesy. "And this is why I do not do sentiment!" Vegeta got up and tackled the other warrior. He got rid of Raditz's under armor and straddled his hips, guiding his cock inside his breeder. That shut Raditz up immediately and he groaned. "Vegeta!" The Prince sank down all the way, his tail puffed out and swayed in the air. "Ohhh, ya feel so good around my cock!" Vegeta licked his lips and started undulating his hips, rubbing their genitals together. Raditz closed his eyes and let his head fall to the ground, his mouth hung open. The Prince raised himself and started bouncing on Raditz's cock, making the larger Saiyan moan in pleasure. "Vegeta~ That's it, work my dick." Raditz grinned and licked his lips. The Prince continued moving and grinding their bodies against one another for a long while. "Fuck me into the ground, Raditz." Vegeta got up from straddling Raditz and lay on the floor. Raditz obediently got up on his knees and did as told. After re-entering Vegeta and grabbing a hold of the Prince's narrow waste, he pistoned his hips hard against Vegeta's.They moaned together, enjoying the friction of their copulation. Raditz sighed and placed his lips against Vegeta's forehead. The Prince wrapped his arms around the bulkier Saiyan and held him close.They stayed like that for some time until both were close to finishing. "Power up." "Huh?" Raditz panted, sweat dripped down his forehead. "Go Super Saiyan inside me." Raditz stopped thrusting, "y-ya sure?!" "I can take a bit of punishment, Raditz." Vegeta scowled. Raditz focused his ki and began powering up. His muscles got bigger and his skin got hotter. His hair flickered from black to gold, and his pupils lost their deep onyx.With a shout, Raditz transformed and Vegeta shouted in ecstacy. Raditz sat up and took his lover with him, Vegeta now straddled his lap. The long haired Saiyan held the Prince with his muscular arms and started thrusting with abandon. "AHAAAAAAH!" Vegeta cried out. "I'm gonna knot ya up real good. Ya'll be feeling it for days!" Raditz growled. Vegeta's eyes shone and he grinned like a maniac. "Do it." Raditz shouted as his dick throbbed and semen started pouring from its tip. One more powerful thrust had his shaft piercing into Vegeta's womb. Vegeta screamed as he clamped down on his lover's cock, making the head begin to swell, and came. Hard. "Raditz~" Vegeta brought his hands to the other warrior's face and touched it lovingly. Both Saiyans had labored breathing and their bodies thrummed with energy. "I love having you inside me." This was the first time Raditz knotted Vegeta. In all their past trysts, Raditz had refused to knot Vegeta, they would only have anal sex, or Raditz would pull out before he could get stuck, something that left Vegeta very frustrated, but Raditz had his reasons. "I love being inside ya. Finally." Raditz gave Vegeta a toothy grin. "Is it because you accepted to become my breeding mate?" "Yes." Raditz gave a thoughtful expression. "I don't need to worry about accidentally biting ya in the throes of passion." "Hmph." Vegeta smiled and let himself relax against his lover. His mind started wandering to their previous conversation. Raditz was right about one thing, the sooner he could fix this mess with Goku, the better for everyone.Vegeta would have to swallow his pride again. - Back in the cave, Goku was enjoying Broly purring and nuzzling the back of his neck while he was being pumped full of seed, fluids leaked out and fell on the furs. They would have to be washed as soon as Broly's rut was over. But for now, Goku would relax and enjoy the feel of Broly's pulsing cock inside him. "Well, everyone is having fun but us." Toma winked at his mate. Bardock leaned over and hummed. He pulled Toma's under armor enough to release his shaft, "let's fix that." He licked and nipped at Toma's flaccid cock, making it slowly harden. "Mmmmm~ I love your mouth on me, 'Dock." "Yer cock is addictive." Bardock replied breathlessly. "It drives me insane, the size, the smell, the taste... I'd be stuck to yer cock all day long if we didn't need to move around." "Less talk, more suck." Toma raised his eyebrows in a reproachful way. Bardock sneered and engulfed the cock with his mouth. "Ow, teeth!" Toma complained. The scarred Saiyan lifted his eyes and held his mate's gaze. Bardock began bobbing his head up and down, going from the tip to the base and back, moving his head in a circular fashion, all the time their eyes remained locked with each other. The pace increased and soon Toma was panting. "Bardock!" Toma's body started shaking as his mate's tongue played with his slit every time he reached the tip with his lips. It was when Bardock focused his ki on the edge of his tongue that Toma tensed and cried out. He came with a whimper, releasing down his mate's throat. Bardock slowly came up, catching some of the cum in his mouth. He let go of Toma's dick and stuck out his cum covered tongue, before pulling it back in and sticking it out again to show Toma he had swallowed his ejaculate. "You are filthy!" "I am." Bardock smirked, his tail swished in the air contently. "Don't think I'm done with you." Toma panted. Bardock's eyes gleamed, "do yer worst."
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Showers were had in turns and soon all the Saiyans curled up with their preferred partner in the big bed of furs Broly had made at some point before his rut hit.Bardock and Toma were spooning on the end of the nest, Goku and Broly were on one side, and Raditz and Vegeta were on the other, Goku and Raditz were positioned between Broly and Vegeta in the center of the nest.Raditz lay on his side, watching Goku slowly drift to sleep. He couldn't help but reach out and swipe one of Goku's hair locks out of his face. Goku opened his eyes and looked back at his brother, they regarded each other. Raditz was about to say something when Goku suddenly sat up and crawled over Broly to sleep on the other side.Raditz choked up and sighed through his nose. Having Vegeta confess to Raditz must've hurt Goku deeper than what he had initially thought.The long haired Saiyan sighed again and let sleep overtake him.Hours passed, and the Saiyans were fast asleep, snoring softly. They didn't sense a shadow looming over them from the cave entrance. - "Kakarot." A hand shook the Saiyan awake. The sun was already up, and it shone bright through the entrance of the cave. "Hmmm? Wha?" "We need to talk." "Vegeta, what is it?" Goku sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Come with me." The Prince started walking outside, not giving Goku a chance but to follow. The two Saiyans walked away from the cave, far from earshot. "Vegeta. Tell me what ya want." The Prince stopped and turned around, eyes staring right at his ex rival's. "Kakarot. The reason I have not asked you to become my breeding mate is because I cannot not please you the way you are meant to be pleased. I cannot-" Vegeta closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, "I cannot knot you." "Huh? Ya think THAT'S what our problem is?" Goku threw his arms to either side. "Of all the times we've had sex, how many times have I complained about ya not bein' able t' knot me?" "None." "None. I enjoy sex with ya, Vegeta. It's other things about ya that I dun enjoy. Yer pride, for example. It's become a handicap for ya. Ya need t' just let it go once in a while." "What do you think I am doing right now?! Do you know how humiliating it is for a PRINCE to admit he is wrong and try to make good with his backwards lover?!" Goku looked at Vegeta, confused. "Is that what yer doin'?" "I am TRYING." Goku put his hands on his hips and frowned. "A simple 'sorry' woulda been much better than excuses." "They were not excuses." Vegeta growled. "That still dun change the fact that ya'll become breedin' mates with Raditz." "I wish to have both of you as my breeding mates, Kakarot. If you would just let me finish-" "I dun think I wanna become breedin' mates with ya, Vegeta." Goku crossed his arms as he confessed. "We might get along well and all... Sometimes. But we're too different. Yer culture is not my own. It wouldna work out." Vegeta was floored. Here he was pouring his heart out only to be turned down by a third class warrior, again. A third class that was stronger than he was. "Just yesterday you were distraught that I asked Raditz and not you and now you are getting cold feet?!" "I gave it some thought. It's better if we just stay friends." "Kakarot- You cannot expect me... After all we have been through?! You are upset, you do not mean this." "I wouldna be a good mate for ya." "That- THAT IS NOT UP TO YOU TO DECIDE!" "But I can decide who I want to be breedin' mates with, Vegeta." Goku spat. A familiar sort of pain struck through Vegeta's chest, a pain he had only felt once before. A Prince was not supposed to feel rejected, ever. He was supposed to get everything he desired and more, and his servitors ought to be honored to cater to him. And here Goku was, an insubordinate, rebellious, free spirit. A Saiyan who had stolen Vegeta's heart since not much after their first battle. The raw power this creature held called to him, it teased him and tormented him. Here he was, breaking the Prince in half. "Kakarot..." "I've made up my mind, Vegeta. We're better off with a partner who understands us better." "Kakarot, I- I am sorry." Vegeta's voice shook. "I accept yer apology, but I still stand by what I said." Goku turned to leave. "No. You cannot not leave. Not like this!" Vegeta pleaded, his ki skyrocketed and shot randomly in the air. It began spiraling towards Goku and grabbed a hold of his energy. "Please! Do not leave!" Their ki's intermingled with each other, blue against red. "Vegeta? What are ya doin'?!" Goku felt his ki mingle with Vegeta's, he suddenly felt anguish in his chest, but the feeling wasn't his own. "BECOME MINE!" The Prince exploded in a blast of blue light. Goku's spirit was consumed by Vegeta's own. Their ki's communicated with each other, reaching an agreement. They were meant to be together and reveled in the fact that they were now irreversibly melding together. They became one, each learning from the other, picking up information about their owners that they otherwise would never figure out for themselves. They bonded.As the sparks settled down, both Saiyans were left panting. The Prince fell to the ground, covering his face with his gloved hands. "Vegeta?" Goku sprinted to his friend and knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What just happened?" Goku's voice trembled, still sensing the pain he felt from his comrade. "I think... We bonded." Vegeta's voice cracked. He was able to comprehend this wayward Saiyan now, and the reasons behind each and every one of his actions. The Prince saw himself through Goku's eyes, and finally understood why Goku had acted the way he did. He believed themselves equal, each deserving of their own happiness and not just having to cater to royalty. Titles didn't mean anything to the younger warrior. Integrity was what made a person worthy.Vegeta's eyes glistened and he hid his face.Goku felt shame radiating from the Prince. Shame and confusion. Regret. Guilt. Self loathing. "Vegeta, stop!" Goku hugged the Prince and held him in his arms as Vegeta crumbled against him. "I've been such a fool!" "It's okay, 'Geeta. It's okay." The younger Saiyan comforted his elder, his Prince. Goku grasped now how important that title was to Saiyans. They craved a leader to guide them into battle. Royalty was respected, revered. Royalty took on the responsibility of protecting the entire race, and it was an honor to serve under them. Goku felt for the first time Saiyan pride. "Vegeta, I'm sorry. I- I didn't know-" Goku felt an overwhelming feeling to show the Prince he did respect and admire him. He wanted to show the smaller Saiyan that he felt proud to have such a powerful being work hard to become even stronger to protect his subjects. He wanted Vegeta to know that he regretted surpassing his power and leaving the Prince behind, desperate to catch up. Goku lifted Vegeta's face and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The Prince responded by pressing against his mouth and deepening the kiss, pouring his passion into the other. When they parted, Goku couldn't help but wonder, "what happens now?" "Nothing. Nothing that you do not wish. You are free to choose whom you desire." Goku felt pain coming from the other Saiyan. It was all consuming, but Vegeta managed to hold a straight face when he spoke. The pain soon turned into acceptance and defeat.Goku suddenly remembered something important. The Prince felt hesitance and regret coming from his bonded mate, and quirked an eyebrow, "spit it out, Kakarot." "Vegeta. I may have made a terrible mistake..." - Back in the cave, two Saiyans were still sleeping, while two others were sweating and grinding their bodies together in a primal dance done by lovers throughout the ages. "Kg- Tomaaaa~" "Shhhh- Keep quiet, 'Dock. We don't want to wake them just yet." Toma gyrated his hips against his mate's, grinding their erections against each other. "Just fuck me already." Bardock seductively whispered in Toma's ear. The two early risers had woken up to find Vegeta and their cub had left to who knows where. They both hoped that whatever they were up to wouldn't end up in another battle.They had gotten out of bed and had begun doing warm up exercises, waiting for their return, or for the others to wake up and start the day, whichever came first. One thing had led to another and now the pair was naked, sat on one chair, with Bardock straddling his mate and enjoying the feel of their sleek bodies.Toma groaned and kissed Bardock's neck, his hand slipped around to play with the Saiyan's tail gland. Bardock had to bite back a moan as his body tensed.The bigger Saiyan used his own tail to tease Bardock's entrance. It circled the small slick slit before entering and pulling out, over and over. "Toma, yer killing me." Bardock whispered in a harsh voice. "That's the idea~" All too soon, Bardock was thrusting against Toma's tail, getting more and more of it inside. His own tail wrapped around a chair leg rather than swinging wildly in the air. He tightened it and the chair creaked.Bardock panted, loving the feel of Toma's tail inside him. The Commander's tail tightened around the chair leg even more and the wood splintered. The chair collapsed under them and both Saiyans went crashing to the floor. "SHIT!" Bardock cussed. All their lust high was dampened by adrenaline. The mood was broken. "Huh?! Wha-?" Raditz woke up with a start, his eyes barely opening, and his long hair a big mess of erratic fluff. "Is it time to go hunting?" He yawned. Bardock and Toma shared a look. There was no way they would go back to their previous activity now. "Let's get dressed and wait for the others. We can't leave Broly alone in case his next wave hits." Bardock finally said and sighed. "What makes you think he's still in rut?" Toma sat up and glared at the broken chair. "His scent." Bardock stood up and offered a hand to his mate. Toma accepted Bardock's hand and stood up. He was thoughtful for a moment before speaking. "Hey, guys. Could you do me a favor? I want to know what it feels like. To be breached."
Bardock and Raditz's eyebrows shot straight up.
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Broly woke with a start. He felt a weird sensation in his chest and sat up to see twin rivulets of liquid white running down his chest. He gasped as a sweet scent hit his nostrils. A finger was brought to the small stream and Broly put pressure on his chest. More milk poured out.Noises from the end of the furs caught his attention and he crawled to the edge to see what was going on. The two elder Saiyans and Raditz were on the floor, Raditz had blood on his fingers.Broly tilted his head questioningly and quirked an eyebrow. "Hey, Broly. Just in time. We have a surprise for ya." Bardock greeted him. "'Dock~" Toma whined. "Why is there blood?" Broly asked. "Heh. I opened up Toma for ya." Raditz said proudly. At Broly's confused expression, he added, "now ya can fuck him!" "Oh, gods. What have I done." Toma whimpered, covering his face with trembling hands. "Ya just opened a door full of possibilities, love." Bardock purred, his tail waved high in the air. He nuzzled Toma's neck, trying to calm his mate down. "It's better to get this done now before Broly's next wave hits." Raditz sucked the blood off his fingers. Then he sniffed the air, noticing a different scent coming from Broly. "Hey, are ya milking?" Bardock barked out a laugh, "Ha! About time. I was wondering why he wasn't lactating. Must've been his protein only diet that didn't allow him to produce milk." The scarred Saiyan put a finger on his chin. "Now that Kakarot brings more diverse foods from his planet, Broly is getting a balanced diet for the first time in his life and now can finally produce milk." Raditz's tail whipped the air, "that's hot." "Easy, brat. Toma first. Ya can fool around with Broly afterwards." Toma whimpered again as he got up. This was going to be painful but at least he would now know how it felt like for Bardock and the others. The tanned Saiyan got on the nest and looked at Broly. They stared for a while, not knowing how to approach this new situation.Broly took the initiative and started sniffing Toma's neck. A purr erupted from his chest and Toma flinched. "Relax, Toma." Bardock guided him, "let him get acquainted with ya." Broly's tail swung in interest at this new partner. A probing tongue licked a path from Toma's collarbone to his chin where Broly stopped. The older warrior sighed and pressed his lips against the other's. They kissed and explored their mouths. As they parted, Toma leaned his forehead against Broly's, his tail shyly wiggled against the green furs of the nest.Broly placed a hand on Toma's shoulder and pushed him down on the bed before climbing on top and positioning their bodies against each other. Toma was as tall as Raditz, still shorter than Broly, but their bodies aligned perfectly. The larger Saiyan started rubbing their erections together, making Toma gasp. He noticed how Toma was still trembling slightly, Broly could smell his anxiety. He nuzzled his neck and placed small kisses around it.Bit by bit, Toma relaxed and Broly continued exploring his body. "Kid, ya have a bit of a problem there." Bardock nodded at Raditz's erection. Raditz looked down and blushed, "I can't help it. They look hot together. "Hell, yeah they do." Bardock pulled out his own erection and started rubbing it. Raditz followed his carrier's example. Soon Toma was a moaning mess, having Broly explored his body thoroughly. "Broly, I'm ready." He panted. Broly brought his face up from in between Toma's legs and positioned himself at his entrance. He pushed in slowly and carefully. Toma flinched, then whimpered, and finally cried out as Broly sheathed himself entirely. "Yer doing great, babe." Bardock encouraged his mate. "The first few thrusts hurt but then it feels amazing!" Raditz chimed in. Toma sighed and nodded for Broly to start moving. True to his word, the first thrusts were Hell. But as soon as his body got used to the feeling, plus having Broly hit him in all the right places, Toma gasped and started moving his hips, inciting Broly to pound away.Broly was not one to hold back once his partner started enjoying it, and Toma was shouting his pleasure in no time. He wrapped his arms and legs around Broly's bigger frame and held on. This did feel amazing. Toma never thought it could be this enjoyable to bottom for another. An image of Bardock fucking him crossed his mind and Toma shouted, spilling his seed way too soon all over his stomach and Broly's abs.Broly felt his partner contract around him and gave a mighty thrust, punching through Toma's cervix. His new lover cried out at the foreign feeling and orgasmed from his breeder. Wave after wave wracked his frame and Toma was left panting and shaking after he came down from his high. "So this is what it feels like to be knotted." Toma breathed out. "It's tops, ain't it?" Raditz admitted. "Does it really feel that good?" Broly asked the group. "It does." Bardock continued playing with his dick. "I must share this feeling then. I promised Raditz he could top me one day." Broly smiled brightly at the long haired Saiyan, making him blush and scratch the back of his neck. Footsteps could be heard approaching rapidly, and Goku's form suddenly dashed through the group and lept in the air, landing behind Broly to use him as a 'Saiyan' shield. Vegeta was not far away. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU, YOU THIRD CLASS CLOWN!" Goku whimpered and hid himself more behind Broly's bulk. Broly tried moving to shield his favorite lover, but it only managed to cause Toma discomfort. "Ow, ow, ow! Will you stop moving? Still attached here." Toma winced. "Ok, hold up. What's going on this time?" Bardock pulled his hands out of his pants and stood up, getting between his offspring and the infuriated Prince. "Tell them what you did, Kakarot. Tell them!" Vegeta growled. "I dun know what I was thinking, baba!" Goku whined. "It seemed like a good idea at the time!" Bardock rounded on his cub, "baba?! WHAT. DID. YA. DO." Goku's voice shook, "IaskedTomatosendTurlesamessagesohecouldcomehere." Bardock tilted his head, all he caught was 'Turles' and 'come here'. It dawned on him. He looked at Toma with a wide open mouth. At Toma's innocent expression, Bardock's eyes widened significantly. "Ya didn't." "I supposed it wouldn't hurt to have an extra hand?" Toma smiled weakly and shrugged. Bardock pinched the bridge of his nose and took deep steadying breaths. "Wait- HE'S coming HERE?" Raditz stood up, erection forgotten. "This dumbass thought it would be cute to have Turles take Raditz away from me so he can have me all to himself!" Vegeta crossed his arms, glaring at his bonded mate. "I'm tellin' ya, Vegeta, that wasn't it at all! It's because he's defiant against authority like me and ya still consider him a real Saiyan! It was t' prove a point!" Vegeta growled as his ki spiked. Goku snuck behind Broly some more. "And now that we have bonded, and you understand how important it is for a Saiyan to respect and honor their royals, you still want him to come?!" "It ain't like I can unsend the message, Vegeta!" Goku cried out. "Wait- You two..." Bardock pointed his finger at both Saiyans, "bonded?" "It was accidental on my behalf. I- Could not hold myself together and my ki escaped me. First thing it did was bond with THIS... GRRRR!" Vegeta stomped on the floor, cracking the solid rock beneath him. His tail puffed out at the tip and waved wildly behind him. Raditz gasped, he didn't know whether to feel happy for them or curl up in a corner and cease to exist. Now that Vegeta and his brother were bonded, he could kiss his chance to become the Prince's bonded mate goodbye. Never had it been heard of three Saiyans bonding. "I think congratulations are in order?" Toma intervened. Goku could feel how furious Vegeta was that he would invite the likes of Turles to this small planet. He felt terrible for doing so, but at the time he was mad at the Prince and wanted to be the one to teach him a lesson, for once. "Did he ever answer back? Do we know when he's arriving?" Bardock, the voice of reason, asked his mate. "He didn't. Maybe he won't even show up at all." Toma shrugged again. "It is not safe to assume he will not come. Even if this is a barren far away planet." Vegeta sighed. "What means bonded?" Broly asked the elder Saiyan. Bardock inhaled through his nose and put his hands on his hips. "It means they now share a deep connection on an energetic level. Their ki's are one. It's- Very rare to find bonded Saiyans, but somehow these two are more compatible than what they seem. They can feel what the other feels now, share emotions, that kinda stuff. And their base power must've increased by a lot." All Broly could understand from that was 'connection' and 'share emotions'. He tensed. Goku and Vegeta could feel Broly's ki spiking to dangerous levels, and soon Toma could feel it too. "AUGH! Broly! You're getting bigger!" Toma gritted out. Broly ascended and Toma screamed as his cervix was stretched to accommodate Broly's greater girth. "AAAAAH! WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS SHIT?!" Toma yelled. Fortunately, it was at this moment that his body decided to release the Super Saiyan's cock. "Oh, thank the goddess." Toma panted and placed his hands over his face, sweat fell from his forehead to the furs. "Bonded." Broly growled. Goku did not like this at all. He flinched when Broly turned to look at him. Broly gave him a piercing glare with his golden eyes, "Kakarot. Start... Running..."
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Goku was at a loss for words, "run? Why should I run?!" He scooted back a few feet from the Legendary Super Saiyan. "KAKAROT!" Bardock shouted at his naive offspring, "Broly is issuing a breeding claim. Ya need to run!" "Wha~?" "Don't use yer ki and don't get caught, baby brother. Unless ya wanna be Broly's sub for life." Raditz crossed his arms and inhaled deeply through his nose. First Goku bonded with Vegeta and now Broly was challenging him to become his breeding mate. Goku remembered what Bardock explained about breeding mates. As soon as the dots connected Goku blushed furiously, "for REAL?!" "RUN!" Bardock yelled again. Goku started breathing faster, he was overwhelmed with emotions, and the one that dominated all others was excitement. A sudden rush of adrenaline made Goku leap off the bed and run towards the exit at top speed. Broly got up, but before he could give chase, Bardock stopped him. "Ya need to power down, Broly. The breeding claim rule is to use only your base strength to catch and fight your intended. If ya wanna do this right, ya'll have to power down entirely." Broly blinked, and by some miracle, he understood what the scarred Saiyan was telling him and closed his eyes. A few seconds passed by and Broly slowly powered down, dropping out of his Super Saiyan form. He opened his eyes, looking pointedly at Bardock. "Ok. Now go get him." Bardock basically gave Broly his blessing at that moment. In reality, even if he didn't, that would certainly not stop the larger Saiyan for wanting to claim Goku as his breeding mate. Broly was in his right either way. Broly reached down to his discarded clothing and put them on hastily. Giving Goku a head start would make the chase more interesting.Once he was dressed he took off in the direction Goku went. Vegeta sighed. He could clearly feel Goku's desire to be claimed by the larger Saiyan, and he was certain that the two of them would return as breeding mates.The Prince humphed and walked to the nest, flopping down on the green furs. Raditz crawled over Toma to get to Vegeta and curled next to him. His tail seeked out the royal tail and wrapped around it, offering comfort. He nuzzled Vegeta's cheek with the tip of his nose. Vegeta sighed and started petting Raditz's hair. "Ya still have me." Raditz began purring. "Of course I do." Vegeta looked at his future mate and smiled. "I just wish Kakarot would feel the same way." "He'll come around. And hey, maybe all four of us could start a circle." Vegeta's cheeks colored. "Perhaps." He wasn't opposed to the idea, but having such a wild Saiyan that was Broly settle down to have cubs... He was afraid the Legendary wouldn't be able to be careful enough to handle them. "Broly will need to work on controlling his energy and temper better if we are to do that." Raditz hummed in agreement. Bardock watched his kid and the Prince settle down on the furs, "what a mess." He bent down to retrieve the strange stick he was chewing on and placed it in his mouth. Toma got up from the bed and put his under armor on, shaking his head, "at least both our cubs will settle down and we get to have our third circle babies!" Raditz was about to say Goku already had a circle, but decided to let his brother tell his parents whenever the time was right. Bardock lifted an eyebrow and gave a weird expression as he saw Toma pretend to play with an imaginary Saiyan cub and make the cringiest expressions with his face. He scoffed, "seriously? Ya even remember how much trouble it was to take care of our own cubs? All the sleepless nights?" "Hey! There'll be six of us that can take turns caring for the babies! It'll be fun. And once Gine gets revived, we'll be a circle of seven to look out for the cubs." "Toma..." Bardock shook his head. He wasn't as crazy about the idea as Toma was, but in a way, it was endearing to see his mate so excited to have small cubs in his life again. Toma had a pregnancy kink after all. Saiyan babies were the grand finale to that obsession of his. "It's a wonder we didn't have more cubs." He settled on saying. "Oh, I would've had you full of my babies all the time. Unfortunately, missions followed by the destruction of our race didn't make that possible." Toma shrugged. "But NOW..." He rubbed his hands together and stalked over to the scarred Saiyan, "I can have you pregnant as many times as I want." Bardock could definitely see the outline of Toma's dick threatening to burst through his under armor. He took a step back and lifted his hands in a placating manner. "Easy, big boy. It takes two Saiyans to decide if one gets pregnant." "Oh, come on 'Dock. I know some part of you wants to expand our circle. I can smell your interest." Toma reached down and grabbed Bardock's half hard shaft. Bardock gasped and placed his hands on Toma's shoulders, letting the other rub him through his spandex. "I'll think about it." - Goku ran for what seemed like hours. He hid behind a tall rock to catch his breath and looked around. He found himself in a place he had never explored before. Luckily he could always I.T. back to the cave and he was sure Broly would know his way around-Goku felt a hand shoot out to grab his gi. He was able to dodge it at the last second and whirled around, coming face to face with a feral looking Broly. "Shit!" He squeaked. "Found you." Broly smiled wickedly and jumped down the rock formation, stalking towards his prey. Goku took several steps back, tripping on his own shoes and falling backwards.Broly grabbed a hold of Goku's gi before he could fall to the floor, and ran his nose over the sweaty skin of Goku's neck. Broly inhaled his scent and licked his lips. Victory would be so sweet. "Now, we fight." "Broly..." Goku breathed heavily. The larger Saiyan let go of his intended and got into a fighting stance, waiting for Goku to do the same.The smaller Saiyan took a deep breath and put his fists up, he widened his leg stance and bent them at the knees.Broly shouted and charged at Goku, his fist connected with air as Goku dodged the attack and bent down, aiming his own attack at Broly's midriff.Broly grunted when he felt a punch to his stomach. He quickly grabbed Goku's arm before it could be retracted and swung Goku in the air, crashing him against the rocky floor as he came down.Goku screamed in pain as his back crashed into the ground, rocks went flying and a crater was formed beneath him. He shook his arm out of Broly's grasp and stood up, putting distance between them. Broly attacked again and this time Goku was ready. They fought for a while, Goku was losing the battle. Fighting without any ki was not something he was used to. Even in his base form, ki was always there to aid him in his training. Now, however, he had to rely purely on his physical strength, and Broly had some two hundred pounds of extra muscles on him.The battle was coming to an end. Broly was still very much energized and didn't show signs of being tired.Goku was panting, his muscles ached, and sweat poured down his body. He would either have to let Broly have the finishing blow, or admit defeat.Broly didn't give him a chance to decide and was suddenly on him, pinning Goku to the ground. "I win." Broly growled and licked Goku's face, collecting sweat drops with his tongue. His tail wiggled ecstatically, standing tall in the air. "You win." Goku breathed out. "Stay." Broly looked at Goku pointedly and stood up, walking away. His form slowly disappeared in the distance and Goku wondered what was supposed to happen next. He stood up and dusted himself off. He waited for a long while before getting tired and sat down on a small rock.Broly eventually came and behind him, a big bug was being dragged on the ground.Goku paled.When Broly reached his future mate, he dropped the bug on the ground and tore a leg from it. He walked over to Goku and offered the drippy shell to him. "Ummm, no thanks," Goku pushed the leg away, "I ain't hungry." He chuckled nervously. Broly sneered and offered it to him again. "Eat." Goku whined but accepted the proffered food and sipped the juice out of it. He shivered but swallowed it. He saw Broly crouching in front of him, watching Goku intently, and gulped. "Ain't ya gonna eat?" Broly smiled and got up. He tore another leg from his fresh kill and sat down in front of his future mate. Unlike Goku, Broly happily slurped the bug's meat. After Goku was done eating the nasty animal, Broly immediately got up and ripped another leg from the dead creature. "Broly, I really don't feel like eatin' more." Goku grabbed his stomach to offer it some comfort. Luck was on Goku's side as Broly merely shrugged and sat down. He finished his portion and ate the other leg as well.Both Saiyans sat in comfortable silence afterwards and watched as the sun dipped behind the horizon. Slowly, stars appeared in the night sky. They gazed at the cosmos, pointing at random shooting stars as they crossed the dark abyss.As soon as the moon peeked over the distant mountains, Broly started nuzzling Goku's neck and purring. His tail lazily tapped on the ground beside him.The smaller Saiyan blushed and soon was purring as well. Broly kept his attentions innocent, until Goku started feeling a familiar sensation in his lower belly. He gasped as the feeling magnified and spread throughout his body. He felt hot, and not just a little horny. "Are you ready?" Broly asked his partner, he could smell Goku getting aroused. "R-ready?" "To become my breeding mate." Broly touched his lips to Goku's and hovered there, waiting for an answer. Goku almost shied away. His tail curled and uncurled, arousal shot through his body, and with a deep sigh he answered. "Yes."
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From a safe distance, atop a tall rock, a dark skinned Saiyan observed the two warriors. He immediately recognized they were in the process of a breeding claim. He also recognized one of them, the same Earth raised Saiyan that had almost ended his life all those years ago, and had forced him into becoming more powerful. It was thanks to that 'Kakarot', and intense training, that Turles was now able to achieve a transformation that was thought only to be a myth among Saiyans.Goku's lookalike huffed and watched as the Saiyans got more intimate with each other. "Well, if I'm not one to enjoy a good show." Turles sat down and pulled out his cock, giving it a few strokes until it stood at attention. He would indulge for a while before heading to the cave where the other Saiyans were cooped up.
"Broly!" Goku moaned the name as the larger warrior lay on top of him and rubbed their bodies together. They were naked, and writhing against each other on the ground like animals, panting, and just enjoying themselves.Broly kissed his soon to be mate and swallowed more sounds that came from his lover's mouth. He sounded needier than usual, and also smelled different, sweeter. "Broly~" Goku moaned as Broly's mouth latched onto his neck, intent on leaving marks on his pale smooth skin. Goku was purring up a storm by the time Broly made his way down his chest and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly. Goku's tail was swinging to and fro across the dusty ground, he couldn't hide his enthusiasm and the warmth in his lower abdomen was now a burning sensation that needed to be sated. "Broly, please!" The larger Saiyan kept sucking Goku's nipple until milk started coming out. Broly gasped and pulled back, looking at the bud with curiosity. He pressed a finger next to it and a small stream of milk shot into the air. Goku was mortified, "s-stop. Broly, I need ya... I-" Goku nearly shouted as Broly's mouth came back on him and sucked greedily, trying to get more of the white substance out. Broly's hand pinched and flicked the other nipple. He stretched it and pressed down on it. Soon it too was releasing milk. When Broly felt a wet sensation at his fingers, he changed buds and proceeded to suck on the other. "Brolyyyyy!" Goku tried detaching the Saiyan from his chest, but that only made Broly suck harder, and cling to him. The smaller Saiyan gave up eventually, and let Broly have his fill. The more Broly sucked at both his nipples and played with them, the more Goku became desperate. He felt like something was going to happen if he let Broly continue. "Stop! I'm... It feels weird!" Broly didn't stop. He continued tormenting the small buds until Goku suddenly tensed and gasped, a clear liquid spurt out from both his nipples.Goku cried out as he felt an electric sensation shooting through his swollen buds. He felt them spilling and pulsing, and it felt so good. "What- What happened?" Goku looked down to see the clear liquid travel down his sides. Broly bent down and lapped at the fluid, it was so sweet. He couldn't get enough of it, it was intoxicating, as if it were some kind of aphrodisiac. He felt his own nipples begin to milk and he came up to show Goku that he could now produce milk as well. "Oh! You too?" Goku pressed near one of Broly's nipples and a stream of milk poured out. Goku's eyes widened. "There's so much!" His curiosity got the best of him and Goku leaned in to taste Broly's milk. It tasted, weirdly enough, like sweet soymilk and an aftertaste of broccoli. He kept licking at the small rivulet until Broly gently pushed him away. "What? It dun feel good?" Goku asked. "It does. But I want to pleasure you, Kakarot." The way Broly purred his name made Goku's tail puff out even more than it already had. Goku blushed and leaned up to kiss his lover. Broly responded to the kiss feverishly. His future mate's scent was becoming intoxicating, especially with how his tail was moving about in the air.The larger Saiyan parted and suddenly flipped Goku on his belly. He sucked on two of his fingers before inserting them up Goku's ass and attaching his mouth on Goku's tail gland, where he sucked hard.The smaller Saiyan cried out as sensations overtook him. His toes curled, his hands dug into the ground, and his back arched. He lifted his rear end more, giving Broly better access to whatever he was planning on doing.Broly turned his hand, palm side up, and curled his fingers right underneath his tail gland, making Goku see stars. His other hand grabbed hold of Goku's waving tail softly and stroke the hairs. "Broly!!! Gods-" Goku needed Broly inside of him. He needed to feel overpowered by the stronger Saiyan. All his married life, Goku had had to hold back during sex, he craved to let go, to have a partner that could truly satisfy his Saiyan nature. That's when Vegeta had come into the picture and finally had given Goku the sex he wanted. But Goku needed more than just a partner he could let go with. He needed to be dominated, and Vegeta, unfortunately, wasn't strong enough to hold Goku down, so Goku still had to hold back.But now, with this stronger, more powerful Saiyan, Goku could finally explore the edges of his sexuality. He could enjoy being pinned down and subjugated. He could finally let loose and forget about protecting the universe, forget about being careful, forget about memories from his childhood that reminded him of what could happen were Goku ever to lose control over his true power.He was free.The realization hit the young Saiyan like a ton of bricks, his body tensed and he had a different kind of orgasm, it wasn't as intense but it was there. His tail bristled as waves of pleasure shot through it, from the base to the tip. Goku slumped on the ground and breathed heavily.Broly turned his lover around and attacked his mouth again. They kissed for a long time until Goku pushed the bigger Saiyan off. Goku's look of mischief battled with Broly's look of confusion. Goku started purring again, coaxing Broly into approaching him, only to push him away again.Broly's grasp on his patience was wearing thin, what was his lover playing at? He neared the smaller warrior again only to be pushed away once more, but Goku was purring. His tail wagged in the air, releasing pheromones all around them. The smaller Saiyan clearly wanted him. Broly growled and pounce on Goku. He grabbed his arms and pinned them to the ground. He studied Goku's facial expressions to try and understand what Goku was trying to get at. What he saw was a look of unbridled lust; lidded eyes, a half smile on a half open mouth, a tongue just barely peeking out, not to mention the smell of arousal coming off in waves from him.Goku tried breaking free from Broly's grasp. He started struggling to get the larger Saiyan off but he was too weak. He was overpowered. He couldn't escape. He was free.Broly felt arousal shoot through his body as the smaller Saiyan tried to break loose from him. It was as if Goku enjoyed being subdued by another, Broly thought. Goku was supposed to be the strongest of the pack, aside from Broly himself. Could it be Goku wanted Broly to have his way with him? Now that there were no others around, and Broly wasn't currently experiencing a rut wave, did Goku want to show his submissive nature openly?Broly growled and ground his hips into the smaller Saiyan's. Goku's eyes flashed with something Broly couldn't quite recognize. As soon as Goku started struggling again, Broly pressed their bodies closer together. He growled again, his tail waved wildly behind. "You can't escape me. I'm too strong for you." Goku closed his eyes and moaned. Broly felt an erection pulse against his abdomen. He smiled.Letting go of Goku's arms, Broly grabbed each leg and spread him open as far as he could go. It turned out Goku had a very flexible body. His lover immediately tried to drag himself away from him but the hold on his legs was too secure. Goku couldn't do much against this stronger being, and he reveled in that knowledge.Broly aligned himself with Goku's mating entrance and pushed in, wrenching a scream of passion from his smaller partner.Goku was still trying to push the larger Saiyan away, and Broly just smiled. Now that he had him, he would never let him go. "You're mine now, I can do whatever I want with you. And you can't stop me." To prove his point, Broly gave a hard thrust, burying himself inside Goku's tight passage. "AAAAH~ GODS, YES!" Goku shouted as Broly began a brutal pace. He couldn't do a thing, he was completely at the mercy of this wild Saiyan and his whims. Whatever Broly wanted, that's what would happen. The burning sensation in his loins seemed to diminish the more Broly pounded inside him. The head of Broly's cock was pressing up against his cervix so wonderfully, Goku couldn't help but moan and grab a hold of his own erection.Broly groaned as he watched his lover masturbate. It was hot to know how much Goku was turned on by him. The stronger Saiyan let go of Goku's legs in favor of grabbing his hips. He angled them better and continued with his pounding. It didn't take long for Goku to become a moaning mess of throbbing flesh, "Broly~ More!" The larger Saiyan lifted an eyebrow but obliged. He lifted Goku up to a sitting position on his lap, he wrapped his arms around his lover, and started thrusting harder inside. The gravity helped Goku get a better pounding and he let his passion be heard. "Ya feel so good! Broly!" Goku's tail seeked out Broly's and when they met, they intertwined. Broly moaned, hearing Goku's praise, and he stole a kiss from his smaller lover. Goku responded immediately and the two made out while they connected. "I'm close." Broly whispered against Goku's lips. "Come inside me." Goku whispered back. A few more thrusts had Broly spearing through Goku's cervix and spilling inside his womb, Goku soon followed, climaxing from his breeder and from his cock. The larger Saiyan moaned as he pulsed inside his soon to be mate. He bared his fangs and aimed for Goku's trapezius muscle. He bit down hard, spilling blood, making Goku scream and respond with a bite of his own. In that small instance, Broly could feel Goku's energy against his own. Their ki danced and thrummed together, and Broly pushed more of his energy into Goku. He enveloped Goku with his own ki, and the smaller Saiyan cried out, his body went taut, and Goku experienced what Saiyans called 'a ki orgasm'. His entire body hummed and pulsed with Broly's energy. It gave a small glow to his skin that slowly faded as Goku slumped against his mate's broad chest, spent and passed out from pure pleasure.Broly released Goku's skin from his mouth and lapped at the blood still flowing slowly out of the teeth punctures. He couldn't help but start purring with joy. He finally had a mate, somebody to call his own. They would now be together forever. They could start a family... -
High on a mountain overlooking the two lovers, Turles tensed and groaned as his organ pulsed in his hand. One, two... Six spurts of white cum fell onto the ground below. Who knew the Saiyan he fought back on Earth would be so... Submissive. If Turles had known Kakarot's nature he could've persuaded him into joining his crew by just claiming him. What a wasted opportunity. He had taken Kakarot when they had fought, but he had held back from breaching him. If only he had shown more dominance, he could've had this beautiful creature by his side, maybe even as a mate.The dark skinned Saiyan put his dick away and hummed, "good show, fellas. Now to see what the others are up to." He flew off in the direction of the cave. He followed his scouter, looking for high energy sources. It was time to see through this mission and reward that was promised to him.
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Night time found two Saiyans panting on the big nest inside the cave. Vegeta was practically drenched in his own cum and milk by now, and Raditz was more than a bit shocked. "Vegeta, are ya sure yer okay?" Vegeta waved him off. "It is the stupid bond." He breathed out. "Ya mean ya felt everything Kakarot felt?" "Every. Last. Thing." Vegeta growled. "Now keep moving." "For fuck's sake, Vee, we've been at this for degrees! We're both exhausted and one step away from ejaculating blood instead of cum! Let's just sleep!" "Keep. Moving." Raditz complied and continued thrusting inside his future mate's breeder. Vegeta moaned and closed his eyes.Goku was now enjoying his post orgasmic bliss and Vegeta felt every emotion that had gone through the younger Saiyan's mind. Goku had felt liberated for the first time in his life. Vegeta felt a sense of shame, more than ever he couldn't provide what his bonded mate needed, he wasn't strong enough, not yet. It became his new goal in life to surpass Goku but for a different reason. If Goku wanted to be dominated, then Vegeta would do his damnedest to please him.The Prince's eyes suddenly snapped open and he sat up, almost crashing into Raditz's face. "Woah! Gods. What's wrong, Vegeta?" "I can feel a ki approaching. It feels- Wrong." Vegeta squinted and drew his eyebrows together. The energy felt similar to a Saiyan's but- Different. Raditz paused for a moment and shook his head. "Ya gotta teach me how to sense ki." Vegeta ignored his lover and focused on the ki getting closer and closer. The small Saiyan got up from the bed, leaving his lover lying there, and exited the cave. A confused and still aroused Raditz followed him outside. "Bardock!" Vegeta called out to the two Saiyans perched on the upper entrance to the cave. "Ya finally shot yer last load, Prince? How many times did ya come- Twenty?" Bardock teased. He was leaning against Toma's chest, their tails were tangled together. "Never mind that. I feel a ki approaching. It feels Saiyan... But at the same time it doesn't." Vegeta looked to the dark horizon in the direction of the approaching visitor. Bardock jumped off the cave's ledge and stood next to the Prince. "Is it powerful?" "No, but it feels strange." Toma got down from his perch and joined the group. "You don't think it could be him, do you?" Vegeta growled and turned back inside the cave. "Where are ya going?" Raditz asked. "I shall be damned if I let that pest gaze upon my nudity." Vegeta called out. He came back fully dressed and waited with the rest.Eventually, a figure could be spotted in the distance. It was flying towards them at medium speed, as if the visitor had all the time in the world. "It IS him!!" Vegeta gritted through his teeth. "Oh, shit." Bardock took a steady breath. "Ya better let me handle him. He is my clone after all." The four Saiyans watched as the white, black, and purple clad figure touched the ground near them, "Evening, ladies." He blew a kiss at the frowning group. "I received a missive from this place, were you the ones who gave me a ring-ring?" Turles purred, his tail waved slowly behind him. "I did." Toma spoke up. Turles smiled and hummed, "so what is this... 'Help needed' about? What can I do you for? And what is the reward~?" Turles strutted towards Toma, making him gulp. "Well-" Toma scratched his head, "at the time we needed help with a latcher in his rut. We were a little short handed." Turles' eyes gleamed with interest. "Ohhh? Is it perhaps the Saiyan I saw fucking Kakarot on my way here?" Vegeta's tail bristled. "Yeah, that's the one." Toma answered. "My, my, my- Have you... All been tending to him?" Turles pointed to everyone, one by one. "Playing the role of needy bitches accommodating to his needs?" Vegeta growled, "YOU SHALL NOT ADDRESS ME SO INFORMALLY!" "We have," Bardock intervened. He approached Turles and loomed over him, "and ya will do well to watch yer mouth." The pirate smirked sweetly at the scarred Saiyan, "hello, Bardy. Did you miss me?" "Do NOT call me that." "Right, right, only Gine is allowed to call you that." Turles waved his hand dismissively and looked around, "where is he, by the way?" "That's none of yer business." Bardock spat. "Hmmm. Indeed." Turles turned to look at Raditz. His eyes roamed over the long haired Saiyan's naked body. "At least I'm sure one of you missed me. Or at least my body~" The dark skinned Saiyan skimmed his chest plate with his hands and licked his lips. "If you value your life..." Vegeta stood between them, trying to shield the taller Saiyan from Turles' jives. "It seems to me that you are mistaken, Vegeta. I don't see a bite mark on either of you. Raditz is fair game. And even if you were mates, Raditz can always have another." Raditz blushed, he was at a loss for words. His once upon a time mentor surely had a death wish. "Do not DARE put ideas into his head!" The Prince growled, getting all up in Turles' face. "Hmmm, you're shorter than I remember." Turles held out a hand to measure Vegeta's height, "why are you so short?" Vegeta fumed, "why aren't you rotting in the NINTH LAYER OF HELL?!" "Alright, ya two, break it up." Bardock separated the two rivals. "Point of the matter is, we don't even know if Broly is still in his rut. It might have gone away by now. So, in all honesty, I'd say you came here for nothing, Turles." "Oh, I wouldn't quite word it like that, Bardy. There is still the matter of my 'reward'. Whether or not you need my help anymore, you still have to pay me for my troubles." Bardock looked at Toma, then back at the swindler, "we- Don't have money..." "Oh, pish posh, there are many ways you can pay me that don't involve money or goods. No, I rather like it here, and I could use some nice Saiyan bonding. It's been a while." Turles made his way inside the cave as if he owned the place, his cape billowed behind him. Bardock rounded on Toma, "Tomaaaaaa!" He growled. Toma lifted his hands in surrender, "hey, don't blame me, I didn't know he was gonna ask us for sex as payment!" "What did ya think he was gonna want?!" "Hey, maybe Broly is still in his rut-" "Oh, so yer gonna dump him on Broly, is that it?!" "Nooooo..." Toma regarded his mate." ...I have no problems having sex with him." "HE'S A SYNTHETIC SAIYAN!" Bardock wailed at him, shaking his fist. "Actually, if it weren't for him, we'd never have met!" That made Bardock pause. "Explain." "I've- Never actually told you this, but it was Turles who told me to go see you at the King's Masquerade Ball. Remember when you were in that closed booth sucking Saiyans off? And when I put my dick through the hole you fell in love with it?" "Turles told ya?" "Yeah. If it weren't for him we probably would've never gotten together." Bardock stood silent for a while. "Fine. He can stay with us. For the time being." "I DO NOT GET A SAY IN THIS?!" The Prince stalked over to the elder Saiyan. "Vegeta, if Toma and I never had met, we never would've had Raditz." Vegeta choked on his retort. His pupils narrowed. "Turles is responsible for him existing... And for me finding the perfect cock." Bardock smiled wistfully. "Is that all I am to you?" Toma chuckled, "a cock with legs?" "No." Bardock smirked, "ya also have a cute butt." - They returned to the inside of the cave to see Turles propped up on his elbows, lying on the bed of furs without his under armor, looking quite happy with himself. "So. Which one of you will fuck me first." Turles said, spreading his legs far apart. He wasn't know for wasting time. "I'll go!" Raditz raised his hand and dashed to the dark skinned Saiyan. Vegeta grabbed a handful of his hair before Raditz could take more than a few steps, and pulled him back. "Oh, no you do not. You do not touch that, you do not taste that, you do not fuck that." Vegeta said all this while pointing at Turles. "I'll do it. Bardock?" Toma looked at his mate and waited until Bardock nodded reluctantly. Toma's tail swung as he walked towards Turles, he could see the other Saiyan's victory smile on his face.When Toma stood in front of him, Turles lifted his legs up and then moved them towards either side as far as they could go, opening himself entirely to the tanned Saiyan.Toma gulped and got rid of his garments hastily. Bardock had to look away. "My! Just as big as I remembered." Turles licked his lips. Toma smiled shyly and climbed over the pirate. He aligned their genitals together and pushed forward, becoming enveloped bit by bit by Turles' warm, moist cavern. "Mmmmm, YES! Go in deeper~" Turles cooed. The larger Saiyan sheathed himself inside Turles and started moving, his partner moaned as if this was the greatest thing that had happened to him. It was very arousing. "I can't wait until you knot me with your delicious cock!" Turles fell on the furs and writhed on them, enjoying the sensations of finally having a Saiyan dick please him after so many years. "Gods- Turles." Toma choked. Bardock couldn't help but look back at the couple. His heart sunk. It just didn't look right. HE was supposed to be there, not this other copy of a Saiyan. He couldn't stand the knowledge that Turles was only using his Toma for his own devices.A few minutes passed and Toma's speed increased, his hips began moving erratically, and Bardock knew he was close. "Toma... Toma, pull out!" Bardock nearly shouted at his mate. "Dammit." Toma pulled out at the last second, just as seed started spilling from his shaft. Cum got all over Turles' crotch and belly, and the dark skinned Saiyan growled in frustration. He closed his legs and pushed a panting, spent Toma off him. He stalked towards Bardock and sneered at his model. "Well played, Bardy. But you can't keep me forever from having my fix. I'll let this misdemeanor pass. Next time I won't be so forgiving." Turles grabbed his under armor and left the cave.
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Goku slowly opened his eyes.After having regained consciousness, and gone for a few more rounds with Broly last night, they had finally fallen asleep from exhaustion. They had gotten dressed and Broly had found a small crevice in the ground where they had curled up to avoid bugs.The spiky haired Saiyan sat up and stretched. His muscles were sore all over. He turned to see his sleeping mate and smiled, placing a kiss on Broly's nose. "Time t' wake up, big guy." Broly scrunched up his face and yawned, long fangs shone in the morning light. He opened his eyes to see Goku's face hovering above his. Broly's eyes widened and he sat up, he almost tore Goku's gi trying to uncover his shoulder. When he saw the bite mark there, Broly closed his eyes and sighed. "For a moment, I thought it was all a dream." Goku's heart melted, "we're breedin' mates, Broly. I can hardly believe it myself." He chuckled. Broly hummed and hugged Goku's midriff, burying his face against his mate's belly. "We better get goin'. The others might be worried about us." "Worried about the most powerful warriors in the universe?" Broly mumbled. Goku laughed, "yer right. But we still need t' go back. I'm hungry after all that sex. Ya wore me out!" Broly lifted his face and stared hopefully into Goku's eyes, "did I do good?" "Ya did!" Goku's bright smile warmed Broly's soul. "Yer a great mate, Broly." Goku touched the other's cheek and untangled himself from Broly's arms. Tail swinging happily, Broly let Goku go and got up himself. He tied his green pelt around his waist, having used it the previous night to offer Goku a blanket of sorts, and flew to the top of their temporary shelter. Goku stretched one more time before following. - Providing for the pack would help Bardock and Vegeta warm up to him, Turles thought as he dragged a long furry green tail up the mountain towards the cave.This planet seriously lacked in variety. There were no plants, just bugs and weasel looking creatures, and smaller animals that could hardly count as fair game, and no water as far as he could see. The last part truly disconcerted the space pirate. How would they survive only on the fluids from their hunts? He settled for getting answers later. For now, he had a nest to build for himself and a meal to prepare for the others.Turles had woken up early, he had slept outside the cave, not feeling welcome after that little fiasco with Bardock, and had concluded that the best way his real mission would be successful was to get on the Saiyans' good side, rather than antagonize them to death. "Stupid lizard." Turles griped as he skinned the tail with the aid of his ki. The lime-green pelts slowly came off in big pieces and Turles hung them outside to dry on some structure, probably used to house a small spaceship. Once they dried he would have a better place to sleep in. He highly doubted he would be welcome into the pack's larger nest.Turles absentmindedly touched the left side of his neck and shivered. Yes, getting on their good side would definitely make his assignment easier on him.Images of blood and tears invaded his mind, and the Saiyan shook his head to dispel the memories. He could not afford to fail him again. It was a miracle he got out with his life intact.Once he was done hanging the last bit of fur, Turles dragged the skinned tail inside the cave and cleared his throat. "Food is ready!" He called out in an all too sweet voice. Several grunts were heard from the bed and Raditz was the first to get up, complaining about bugs and how awful they tasted. "Good news. No bugs today." Turles informed him. That got the others' attention. "Whaddaya mean 'no bugs'?" Came Bardock's sleepy voice as he sat up. Toma still had his eyes closed and groaned, pulling Bardock back to bed. The scarred Saiyan started sniffing the air. The scent of raw meat and blood filled his nostrils and his mouth watered. "Toma. Toma, wake up! We have actual meat!" Bardock leaped from the bed and approached the renegade Saiyan and his kill. Turles remained quiet for a change, and waited for the elder's approval. Bardock hummed and sat at the table, "well, bring it over." Turles beamed and set the tail on the low table. Even after folding it in half, the ends still dragged on the floor. One by one, the others joined and sat around the table to eat. - The two youngest Saiyans were close to arriving at their home. They had been playing with each other, flirting, and using their tails to tease one another all the way until they had reached the base of the mountain where the cave was.Broly stopped dead in his tracks when the smell of blood hit him. He gasped when he saw skin at the entrance of the cave and took off towards it, intent in knowing who would hurt the weasel animals. "Broly, wait!" Goku flew behind him, trying to catch up.The large Saiyan dashed into the cave and saw the others eating what seemed to be a tail. "Broly! We saved some good meat for you guys." Toma greeted. Bardock snorted, "yeah, after I told ya to save some for the newly mated couple. Ya selfish bastards woulda eaten it all." "Who did this?" Broly spoke slowly, pointing at the tail. A Saiyan he'd never seen before lifted his hand and smiled, waving at Broly. He was about to ask who this stranger was, when Goku caught up to him.The first thing Goku saw besides the delicious looking meat was a familiar face that he'd seen years ago when Earth was being attacked by a certain tree. "Turles." "Kakarot." "About time you showed up." Vegeta leered at his bonded mate. He was still tired from being kept up all night on the account of their shared bond, not to mention Goku was the reason Turles was here. "Good t' see ya too, Vegeta." Goku stuck his tongue out at the Prince and sat down to eat, the only space available was next to Turles. Broly reluctantly sat next to him, but couldn't bring himself to eat the tail. "So... How did it go?" Bardock asked with a wide lecherous grin. Goku couldn't keep the smile from spreading on his face. He grabbed the collar of his gi and pulled it to show his bite mark. His parents cheered and congratulated the couple. "It was fantastic! Broly is so passionate when he-" "Spare us the details, Kakarot." Vegeta crossed his arms. "I have a fair idea of how 'fantastic' it was for you." At Goku's vacant expression, the Prince added, "I could feel everything through our bond." "Oh." Goku then blushed furiously, "EVERYTHING?!" "Everything." Vegeta repeated. Turles perked up at this bit of information, "you two are bonded?" He looked from Kakarot to Vegeta. Goku nodded. Turles smirked, "so if I do this," Turles hit Goku's arm, making his lookalike flinch and complain, "you can feel it?" "I can feel that he is in pain, yes." Vegeta replied starkly. "What if I do this..." Turles leaned close to Goku and licked a path slowly from his cheek to his ear, taking the small lobe into his mouth and sucking it. Goku yelped and scooted away from the intrusive Saiyan. He covered his ear and hid his embarrassment against Broly's side. Vegeta's eye twitched, "you cannot be serious, Kakarot. HIM?!" Given their bumpy past together, Goku was mortified to admit Turles' mouth had felt good on his ear. He just hid his face more against his mate. "Fascinating," Turles whispered. "Aren't ya eating anything, Broly?" Raditz asked after a while, trying to dispel the awkward silence. Broly looked sadly at the meat and shook his head. Goku noticed how gloomy Broly looked and connected the dots. Anything that reminded him of Bah must be painful to him. "That's right!" Goku placed a fist on his own hand, "I need t' go t' Earth and get more supplies! Besides, it's Valentine's Day tomorrow and I wanna bring back lotsa candies and chocolates!" Goku said enthusiastically. "What are those?" Bardock asked, sitting up from leaning against his mate. "'Sugar rocks' and 'blood of the gods'." Vegeta provided. Four Saiyans opened their eyes as wide as saucers and looked at Goku. "What?" The young Saiyan shrugged. "You... Can get... Blood of the gods?!" Bardock leaned over the table to grab Goku's gi. "Uhhhhh, yeah?" Bardock let go of the Saiyan's clothes and cleared his throat. "How much can ya get?" "I dun know? A lot?" "Do it. Bring everything ya can." The scarred Saiyan said in a serious tone. "So what's- Validation Day?" Toma asked. "Valentine's Day," Goku corrected, "it's a day we celebrate love on Earth by giving others small gifts, usually a chocolate box and things like flowers. It's a way of telling our partners that we love them." "Oh, what a whimsical little festival. I would very much like to be a part of it." Turles sat back and let his tail wander over Goku's thighs. The younger Saiyan swatted it away. "You do not have any partners, and you could not possibly love them even if you did." Vegeta spat. "Takes one to know one." Turles smiled at the Prince, making a vein pop in the Prince's temple. "We should also call Cheelai and Lemo t' tell them it's safe t' come back." Goku took a bite out of the tail. Broly scrunched up his face. "I don't know if Broly's rut is over. He does smell different though." Bardock observed. Goku smiled and snuggled underneath Broly's chin. "Our mating mighta taken care of that." Broly started purring against Goku's head. He was still hungry, however, and after touching noses with Goku he stood up to get some food for himself. "Where are ya goin'?" Goku asked. "I'm going to hunt for a bug. You can eat my portion of the tail." He smiled at his mate. "Really?! Gee, thanks!" Goku gladly tore into Broly's portion. "How can ya think of eating those things when we have perfectly good meat here?" Raditz shook his head. "It- Reminds him of a friend." Goku answered for Broly, as the larger Saiyan left. "It's understandable that he dun wanna eat this." "I am surprised you are eating it raw." Vegeta said lazily. Goku swallowed a bite, "I eat raw meat sometimes. Go sleep, Vegeta. Yer tired." "Indeed." Vegeta got up and made his way to the bed. "I need to catch some winks myself. Vegeta kept me awake almost all night long fucking him." Raditz faked a yawn and got up, "thank you for the meal." He said to nobody in particular and left after his future mate. Goku blushed at his brother's words. The bond he shared with Vegeta might very well be an inconvenience for them at times.
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Goku teleported later that day to Earth to ask Bulma for more provisions and enough chocolates for seven full blooded Saiyans. Bulma had immediately questioned Goku's sanity. "Son, do you even KNOW what chocolates do to Saiyans?" Goku tilted his head, "no?" "Tell me, have you ever had a box of chocolates and then gotten extremely... Needy?" "Needy? Um, no." Goku tried remembering all those times he'd had chocolates. The last time he shared a box was with Vegeta and then they had... "Oh." Bulma watched as Goku's entire body glowed red. "See? You sure you want to be close to six incredibly horny Saiyans, Son?" "Ehehehehe...." If only Bulma knew just how close they had all become. "We'll be fine, Bulma. My dad- Mom... Bardock said t' bring a lot of them." Goku scratched the back of his head. "Hmph." Bulma sighed. She was anything but stupid, and Vegeta had taught her a lot about Saiyan culture and how different it was from humans. She knew all about the infamous Saiyan libido. Probably more than Goku himself. Being the perv she was, Bulma got an idea and smiled, "of course, Son, I'll get you all the things you need!" She winked at her childhood friend. "Thanks, Bulma!" Goku, ever the innocent, didn't even notice the evil gleam in her eyes. - After saying hello to his friends and visiting with his kids, Goku teleported back to the cave. The first thing that greeted him were the sounds of skin slapping against skin and high pitched moans. "Kakarot!" Broly stopped mid thrust and pulled out of Turles' body, running to hug his mate. "Oh, COME ON!" The dark skinned Saiyan was cock blocked again. "What's goin' on?" Goku frowned. "The big lug missed ya too much and Turles took advantage of the situation." Raditz informed his little brother. "A lot of good it did him." Vegeta chuckled at Turles' continued bad fortune. The pirate glared daggers at the Prince.Goku sighed and tried to calm himself down. This was normal for Saiyans. He was a Saiyan. It was part of their culture to have many bed partners. He reached up to kiss his mate. "I missed ya, too. Next time I'll bring ya along." He looked around the cave, "where's 'Dock and Toma?" "They are outside sparring. Toma is serious about becoming a Super Saiyan." Vegeta informed his ex rival. "HA!" Turles lay naked on his side and winked at Raditz when the long haired Saiyan looked back at him. Raditz gulped. He wanted a piece of that so badly. Vegeta noticed his future mate staring and stomped on Raditz's foot. "FUCK!" Raditz grabbed his injured foot and rubbed it. With the Prince around, he couldn't even look at Turles. "Oh! I wanna watch!" Goku beamed at Broly until the other smiled. Broly placed a hand on his mate's shoulder and Goku I.T.ed them to his parents. The cave was silent once again. The Prince sighed and got up. He was due to visit Bulma and his kids. "Where are ya going?" Raditz asked. "I am going to pay my Earth mate a visit. It has been a while since I have seen my circle." Raditz made a small 'Oh' with his mouth and stayed quiet. Vegeta frowned and slightly bent over to kiss the long haired Saiyan that was sitting down. "I shall be right back. Stay here, and keep your hands to yourself." Raditz whined. The Prince sighed, it was a lost battle to keep Raditz from doing what Saiyans do. "On second thought, I shall take awhile to come back." Vegeta pet Raditz' face, "do not let me smell him on you." The smaller Saiyan stepped back and focused on Piccolo's ki. He then disappeared. "How do they do that?" Turles asked. "It's a technique my brother learned from Yardrat. It's very convenient." Raditz stood up and approached the nest. Turles couldn't help but smirk at the long haired sex god. He sat up and crawled towards Raditz, kneeling down in front of him. "Undress me." Came the simple command. Turles nearly whimpered. He lowered Raditz's spandex and drooled at his hardening cock as it sprung out. He couldn't help but lick the head and moan. "It's been so long, Raditz." Raditz's eyes were lidded as he pet Turles' hair. "We don't have much time." The dark skinned Saiyan grinned, "I've never been one to waste time~" - Broly and Goku were sitting on a high rock, enjoying and cheering the two elder Saiyans as they sparred.Bardock obviously had the advantage even though Toma was pouring his life into the fight. Once upon a time, Toma was stronger than Bardock, but apparently, the older Saiyan got better zenkai boosts and got them more often than the rest of his crew when they went on hard missions, seeing as he always charged into battle head first, albeit with deadly strategies.Bardock was a reckless Saiyan, maybe that's why he was so strong, Toma thought as he went crashing to the ground, leaving a sizable dent. "Ya had enough punishment, Toma?" Bardock smirked and cracked his knuckles. Toma coughed and spit blood out, "not- Nearly enough!" He tried getting up but his body failed him. Bardock powered down and flew over to where his mate lay. He offered a hand, "that's enough for today." "No, I need to get- NG! Stronger." Toma winced as he was lifted from the crater. "Ya won't get stronger if ya die." Bardock swiped hair off Toma's face. "But I'll get a zenkai boost if I'm close to dying!" Bardock shook his head and cupped his mate's cheek, "those are too dangerous. There's always a chance that ya won't make it, and I can't risk losing ya again." He brought their lips together and kissed Toma sweetly. Goku smiled watching his parents make out. They were made for each other and their love showed, even though they never spoke the words. He glanced at Broly and saw he was wistfully observing the older Saiyans pour affection on each other. "Hey." Goku pecked Broly's lips, "we're mates just like they are." His tail curled around Broly's and Goku started purring. Broly smiled and captured Goku's lips in a more passionate kiss. He just couldn't get enough of him. To think that once upon a time they were enemies. - Vegeta flew towards Capsule Corp. after startling Piccolo half to death and leaving the Namekian cursing after him. He touched down on the balcony of his room and opened the floor to ceiling windows. He stepped inside and took a deep breath. It smelled so clean in here, so fresh. He reached out with his ki in search of Bulma and found her in the lab. He smirked evilly and teleported to her. "AH, FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!" Bulma screeched when she saw her husband materialize out of thin air. She almost fell off her chair but Vegeta was quick to catch her. Vegeta could now see the appeal of randomly teleporting to others if only to scare them half to death. "Jesus Christ, will you give a woman a warn-" Vegeta cut her banter short with a kiss. When they parted Bulma had completely forgiven the transgression. "To what do I owe your visit?" She said dreamily. "Can I not visit my family?" "You can! But you've been gone for such a long time, I never know when you're coming back, or the occasion." Vegeta winced, Bulma was right. Vegeta came and went as he pleased, and now that he was going to have a breeding mate... "Bulma, do you remember Raditz?" "You mean when he came to Earth or what you've told me about him?" "What I have told you. There will be a change in our situation..." Bulma's eyes widened, "he didn't! He accepted? You're going to become mates at last?" She was very excited for her husband's happiness. Vegeta smirked, "if it is acceptable to you, I would like for the two of you to get acquainted." "You- You're asking me for permission?" Bulma took a step back and regarded her husband, "ok, who are you and what have you done with Vegeta?" "Hmph, funny." "Seriously, what's come over you?" Bulma quirked an eyebrow. The Prince sighed and signaled them to move to a more comfortable place. They went to the living room and Vegeta poured a copious amount of liquor in a glass for Bulma. He took the rest of the bottle for himself. "Take it," he offered her the drink, "you are going to need it." Vegeta then explained everything that had happened; Broly's rut, how they had to revive Goku's parents, how he bonded with Goku, and Turles joining the gang. By now, Bulma had finished her glass and gently took the half full bottle from Vegeta to drink from it. "Yeah, Goku did mention there were more of you guys. Whoa. That's- That's a lot to take in." "It is. And you are doing outstandingly. I could not have asked for a better human mate." The blue haired woman blushed, "oh, stop. It's partly because I'm more open minded about these kind of things." "Would you be opened to a threesome with Raditz?" Vegeta spurted out before he could stop himself. Bulma blushed from head to toe and took a long sip of the bottle. She vaguely remembered Raditz being a strong, tall, long haired, handsome- "Sure!" She hiccuped. "I'll just need to be drunk the first few times before I open up to him more. He did threaten us after all. He owes all of us an apology." Vegeta smiled and kissed her, "and this is why I married you." "Hahaha, because I'm a perv?" Bulma winked. "Because you remind me so much of him. I am sure you two will get along splendidly." Bulma huffed, "and here I thought it was because you found me irresistible." Vegeta looked at her heatedly, "I do find you irresistible. You have your own merits, Bulma, and even though you drive me crazy most of the time, I feel drawn to you and your ways." Vegeta ran a gloved hand through her blue hair. "Mmmm~" Bulma smiled widely, "I think I'm drunk, my Prince." "Let us get you into bed then." - The Prince got up from Bulma's king size bed. He picked up his clothes that were strewn around the master bedroom and put them on. "Must you go?" Came Bulma's sleepy voice. "I must visit our kids. And then return to Vampa. I left Raditz alone with Turles and I do not wish them to get too comfortable with each other." "Well then, it was nice having you over." She snuggled into her pillow. Vegeta gazed upon her naked figure a while longer before leaving in search of his kids. - It was very late by the time Vegeta returned to Vampa. The pack was already curled up in the nest. The Prince gently climbed onto the bed next to Raditz, he smelled his lover and found no trace of Turles' scent. Raditz must've taken at least three showers. Vegeta smiled and lay down to rest. - Goku was the first out of the pack to wake up. He was super excited for today. Valentine's and Halloween were two of his favorite holidays after all. Maybe it was the high sugar diet that came with the celebration. He sat up and shouted, "Happy Valentine's day, everyone!"
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Turles was giving himself a tongue bath when his lookalike greeted everyone. He rolled his eyes and put on a cheery facade. "What are we to respond to that?" "Oh! Ya just wish a Happy Valentine's Day back." "Happy Valentine's Day, Kakarot." Turles faked a smile. Goku's grin illuminated the room. He got up to I.T. back to Bulma's place, by now she must've had everything ready for him to bring back. A hand on his arm stopped him. "Are you leaving again?" Broly asked. "Just for a little bit. Wanna come with me?" Broly quickly nodded his head. "Well, get dressed and we'll get goin'!" Goku smiled at his mate. As soon as Broly was done, Goku teleported them to Piccolo. "Why is it you insist on using my ki as a beacon. There are plenty of other strong energy signals around." The Namekian grumbled. "Yours is the one I'm most familiar with." Goku scratched the back of his head. "Anyways, see ya later, Piccolo!" Goku took Broly's hand and they took off towards Bulma's place. "Hmph! I should start charging." Piccolo grumbled. - They arrived at Capsule Corp. and Broly didn't have enough eyes to look at everything around him. Goku rang the doorbell and waited for Bulma to answer. "Son! You're here. I got the stuff ready for you- Who's this?" "This is my mate, Broly!" Goku said cheerfully. "Mate?!" Bulma shouted. She was more concerned about the fact that Goku and Broly were mated, rather than Broly himself. She remembered the name from the ultimate battle her husband and Goku had against this powerful Saiyan. "Hehehe, yeah. It kinda just happened." Bulma looked at the two Saiyans and quickly ushered them inside. Once the door was closed, Bulma leaned against it. "Vegeta didn't tell me you had a mate, Son. Are you breeding mates?" "Yeah! How'd ya know?" "Well, I can see a bite on Broly's shoulder. Do you have a bite too?" Bulma pointed at Goku. Goku reached for his collar and pulled it to the side, revealing his bite mark. Bulma squealed, "I'm so happy for you, Son! It's about time too." Goku chuckled and grabbed the back of his head. "So, Broly. Are you good to him? Treating him right?" Bulma winked at the taller warrior. Broly smiled, "he's told me the sex is good." "BROLY!" Goku's entire body turned red. "Oooooh, just good? Not great?" Broly looked at Goku with a questioning face. Goku closed his eyes and frowned, still blushing, "the sex is great..." He scratched his cheek. Bulma smirked, and Goku could've sworn she looked like Vegeta when he was in a predatory mood. "I require some sort of payment for helping you out so much, Son Goku, and I think I've come up with a good way for you to return all the favors you owe me." "Eheheh~" Goku didn't like where this was going. "I wanna watch. For science. I wanna see what this 'knotting' looks like. Vegeta can explain just so much but I require visual aid as well. I assume Broly is a..." Bulma snapped her fingers several times, "a latcher?" Goku thought he might die. He paled and had to take a seat. "C'mon, Son. You're a Saiyan! What better way to repay your friend than to give her a little show? You don't mind, dontcha, Broly?" "Mind what?" Broly asked in his sweet voice. "Having sex with your mate in front of me so I can learn more about you Saiyans and how you reproduce." She winked at him. "I'll have sex with Kakarot anywhere." He smiled. "Perfect! It's settled then. You two, come with me. Then I'll give you all the goodies I've packed for you." Goku had no other choice but to roll with it. - "Vegeta must never know." He begged Bulma. "Aww, Son, I share everything with my husband. No can do, buddy." Bulma clicked her tongue as she set up several cameras around the room. They were in the lab, of all places, and Bulma had set up a cot for them to use, and most likely break. Goku watched as the scientist readied a weird looking machine that kind of resembled a computer. "What is that thing?" He asked nervously. "It's an ultrasound machine. So I can see what's going on inside." "Will it hurt?!" Goku started panicking. "Not at all." Bulma smiled sweetly. "I just put some gel on your belly, and take this transducer," she held the piece up for the Saiyans to see, "and rub it along your belly. It's totally safe and you won't feel a thing." "Bulma... Do ya really need t' do this?" "Yes! How else am I supposed to make better toys? Vegeta is a locker so he couldn’t help me much. But now I have the perfect opportunity to study you guys!" Goku cursed the inquisitive scientific minds. "Okay. We're all set up. Just waiting on you guys." Bulma pulled up a chair and looked expectantly at her guests. Goku took a deep breath and lowered his pants half way. "Take it all off, Son. Both of you." Goku groaned and got naked, Broly followed his lead, eager to be intimate with his mate. "Nice." Bulma hissed at them. "Gods, Broly is huge! And to think that you take all of that man meat inside of you!" "Yer not helpin' with the commentary, Bulma!" Goku yelled. Bulma made a 'zip' motion above her mouth and kept quiet.Goku, still frowning and blushing, got up on the cot and spread his legs. His mate kissed him and rubbed their dicks together. Little by little, Goku became more aroused. Two fingers found his mating entrance and worked him open. The smaller Saiyan choked and buried his face in Broly's neck, breathing hard. When Broly deemed him ready, he positioned himself at Goku's breeder and pushed in. Goku bit his lips to try and keep his moans in. It was embarrassing enough to have his friend watch them, but Goku would be damned if he let her see just how much he enjoyed having Broly inside him.Once Broly was all the way in, he started moving and with each thrust, Goku found it harder and harder to keep quiet.Broly touched the tip of his nose to Goku's and looked at him with a puzzled expression. His mate was being unusually silent. Maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. Broly grabbed Goku's legs and pushed them towards Goku's head, he angled himself better and started thrusting harder.Goku had tears in his eyes from keeping all the sounds in. Broly frowned. He started powering up. "Broly, NO!" His mate grew in size, his muscles got bigger and his thrusts became stronger. It didn't take more than a few thrusts to break the cot and the Saiyans fell to the floor. Broly didn't mind. He kept fucking Goku vigorously until the smaller Saiyan couldn't take it anymore and let out a long and loud moan. "Fuck, YES!" Goku threw his head back and Broly smirked. Bulma blushed. She'd never heard her friend use such colorful language. Not that she was complaining.Broly had Goku almost bent in half and kept pounding into his hole non stop. Eventually, they both reached the end and Broly knotted Goku, both Saiyans howling in pleasure as their genitals became interlocked. "Is it- Is it done?" Bulma sounded out of breath. "Y-yeah." Goku tried wiping his semen off of his stomach, he was embarrassed at the sheer amount he ejaculated. Bulma got up and ran to the ultrasound machine. She grabbed the lube and spread it over Goku's lower abdomen and placed the transducer on his belly. She moved it around until she had a clear visual of the knot on the screen. "Look up. This is how you two look like on the inside." Goku blushed deeper as he saw his womb being spread open by Broly's dick. The dick in question was still pulsing inside him.Broly lifted an eyebrow at the image and tugged on their connection. He watched as the head of his shaft pulled Goku's cervix down. "Broly!" Goku whined, "stop movin'!" Broly didn't listen. He was too astonished at what he was seeing, he couldn't believe that was them on the screen. He pulled harder and watched as the knot pulled Goku's entire womb towards the bottom.Goku shouted his mate's name. "Oh, wow! Can you pull out some more?" Bulma asked, changing from watching the screen to watching the live action. Broly complied and pulled out as much as he could, the base of Goku's cervix could now be seen though his breeder, still pulsing, still milking the large cock. "Damn." Bulma wiped a bit of drool from her mouth. "Brooooolyyyyyyyy~" Goku whined as another smaller orgasm wracked his body. The bigger Saiyan pushed back inside to relieve his mate of the pressure. Bulma looked back at the screen and took more mental notes of how the glans looked like swollen inside Goku's womb. She now had a better idea of how to make the perfect toys for Vegeta... Maybe for the others as well. "So how long does it take before you release him, Son?" "Sometimes it takes a few minutes. One time it took like an hour." "Huh." Bulma's mental gears were going a mile a minute. "Which one feels better?" Goku gulped, "it depends. Sometimes it can get kinda sore if yer knotted for a long time, but ya also feel closer t' yer partner. But if ya release sooner, then ya get t' have sex again sooner." "Do you know what Vegeta prefers?" Goku blushed, he remembered seeing the Prince and Raditz together where Vegeta would release him after a long time, versus when Vegeta was with Broly where he would release him much sooner. "I think Vegeta prefers it when it lasts longer." Bulma hummed and got up, taking the transducer with her. She gave Goku a few paper towels for him to wipe off the lube.It took a long time for Goku to finally release Broly, and when he did, Bulma handed him the backpack full of capsules for him to take home. She winked at him and left the two Saiyans to get dressed.Goku and Broly came out of the lab, Goku had his face lowered in shame, and Broly was happy with himself. "You guys ready to take off?" "Yeah..." Goku rubbed the back of his head. "Hey. It was for science, okay? Think about how much happier Vegeta will be when I finish building him an accurate Saiyan knotting dildo." Bulma winked at her childhood friend. "You did me a great favor!" "I'll be okay." Goku accepted Bulma's hug. "It was nice to meet you, Broly." Bulma waved at the larger Saiyan as they parted, "Take care of this one for me." "I will." Broly smiled back at her. The two Saiyans teleported and Bulma was left alone with her thoughts. She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a nice long drag. "Damn, that was hot..."
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Broly and a still mortified Goku teleported to Vampa with their recently acquired provisions. Goku used Vegeta's ki to I.T. them nearby, his energy signature was even easier to find now that they were bonded. Goku quickly dashed inside the cave to send Cheelai and Lemo the 'ok, it's safe' message so they could join in the celebration. He figured it had been long enough a wait to see if Broly's rut was over. Once he sent the message and left the backpack Bulma gave him on the nest, he left the cave and went with Broly to see what the others were up to.Bardock, Raditz, and Turles were seated watching Vegeta and Toma spar. The Prince was beating the absolute crap out of the other Saiyan in order to get Toma to where he wanted to be. "About time ya two showed up." Bardock was chewing on a white stick when Goku and Broly approached the others. "What took ya so long?" Goku blushed, but before he could say anything, he noticed Bardock had something in his mouth. "Why are ya chewin' on my toothbrush?" Bardock crossed his eyes to look at the stick in his mouth, "is that what this thing is? Kid, ya got a lot to learn about Saiyans. We use ki and our own saliva to clean our teeth, and we have perfect dentition. All of us. I've seen a few soldiers from different species with rotting teeth. It's disgusting. I'll teach ya how to do it sometime." Goku nodded and then pulled his toothbrush from his carrier's mouth. It was still disturbing to watch his toothbrush being used by someone else, even if Bardock was chewing on the end. "Hey!" Bardock tried to take it back. "I have better things ya can put in yer mouth." Bardock stared at Goku and quirked an eyebrow.Goku realized what he just said. "I MEAN- I brought candy- Sugar rocks and other sweets we can eat!" Goku blushed and waved his hands in front of him. "Ya sure about that?" Bardock leered at his cub. "I- I'm not really in the mood for that..." Goku was still worked up from having had sex in front of his childhood friend. Just then, Vegeta delivered a nearly fatal blow to Toma's back and the older Saiyan dropped to the ground. His spine was broken. "I'd appreciate it if ya returned my mate to me ALIVE!" Bardock turned to yell at the Prince. Vegeta harrumphed and floated down towards the fallen Saiyan. "Open your mouth." He pulled out a Senzu bean and placed it in Toma's mouth. After visiting his family, Vegeta had passed by Korin's tower and luckily, the plant had produced more beans. Vegeta had taken all of them, much to Korin's displeasure. Toma chewed on the bean and his body suddenly healed all the broken bones and injuries, he felt rejuvenated and stronger. He stood up and shook dust from his broken armor. "What the Hell was that?" "A Senzu bean. They help restore your body and stamina after battle. You are now one step closer to reaching Super Saiyan. You are welcome." The Prince walked over to where the others were. "So how did it go, Kakarot? You two took your damn time. I have been dealing with four hungry Saiyans here while you were fooling around with Broly!" "Hey! I blame Bulma for making me 'repay all her favors'!" Vegeta observed his ex rival's face. The emotions going through their bond were enough for him to connect the dots. He smirked. Then chuckled. That chuckle evolved into a full blown laugh. "Oh, my gods, she didn't!" "She DID. Bulma is NASTY." Goku growled. "Hey Raditz!" Vegeta called out to his lover. "UGH!" Goku pulled on his own hair and left the cackling prince. Broly followed his mate into the cave, "did I do something wrong with the sex?" "Oh, no, no, no, Broly. Ya did nothin' wrong, quite the opposite." Goku put his arms around his mate's neck and kissed him. "It's just weird t' do those kind of things in front of friends." "What do you do with friends then?" Broly asked. His tail shifted to the left. "Ya talk. Play card games. Eat... Not- Not become their science project." "Sex sounds more fun." Broly lifted an eyebrow. Goku sighed. "Ya really are more Saiyan than I am." He grabbed the backpack and took out the capsules tagged with 'Vday', and threw some of them, one by one, to the floor. Soon the cave was filled with the scent of fresh baked pastries, cocoa, and sugar. It was at this moment, his older brother decided to burst in. "Did ya really hafta get fucked in front of a human to get all this shit?!" Raditz doubled over, barking with laughter. "SHUT UP!" Goku rounded on Raditz, and when the taller Saiyan didn't stop, Goku tackled him, grappling, biting, pulling hair, anything he could do to stop the older Saiyan from mocking him. Raditz continued laughing his ass off. He was enjoying roughhousing with his younger brother when all of a sudden Goku stopped, grabbing his own head, and then Raditz felt pain spread over his own head. Bardock stood over his cubs, holding one of his boots in one hand. "Ya brats better cut it out!" Vegeta came in, followed by Turles, still laughing at Goku's predicament. Bardock turned to Vegeta and raised his boot. "Don't think that because yer the Prince I won't go after ya too." Goku got off Raditz, still rubbing his head, "thanks, 'Dock." Bardock waved Goku off, "now tell us. What exactly did ya have to do to get all this stuff-" The older Saiyan snorted and couldn't keep his laughter down. Raditz and Vegeta joined him. "I hate all of ya." Goku frowned. "Ease up on the kid, will you?" Turles tsked. "So he had to whore himself to provide for us, big deal. I bet nobody here hasn't done the same in their lifetime." That seemed to calm the others down. Goku stared at Turles. Had he really just stood up for him? Turles winked at the younger Saiyan and memories of Turles sucking his ear decided to flash before his eyes. Goku shook his head and left that train of thought alone. The other Saiyans' libido was starting to rub off on him. "Thanks." Goku mumbled. "So. What goodies did ya bring us?" Bardock walked towards the blankets filled with food and took an item from a plate. "Heh. This looks like a cock." "W-wait- What?" Goku did a double take and looked at the cookie his carrier was holding. His eyes widened and he looked at the rest of the food. Almost all of them were sex themed. Goku rubbed his hand down his face. Bulma really did it this time. "'Dock, look at this one!" Raditz held a lollipop that was shaped like a three dimensional dick. Bardock immediately grabbed it and gave it a lick. " Mm! Mmmmm! Oh, my gods! It's a sugar rock shaped like a dick! YES!" He started deepthroating the poor candy. Toma grabbed the cookie Bardock was holding and gave it a bite. "Oh! Mmmm. What IS this?! It's delicious!" Broly was the first to sit down and start eating, the others followed. Goku couldn't help but feel endearment at his family's excitement. He wondered if they had ever had a meal completely comprised of sweets. Vegeta had once told him that sugar had to be imported from other planets, as Vegetasei didn't produce any, and the fact made sweets extremely expensive. Only the upper classes could afford them. What made this worse was the Saiyans' insatiable sweet tooth. Raditz fanned himself while taking a bite of a lemon filled doughnut, "I think I'm gonna cry!" He ate the rest in one bite and grabbed another. "Oh, this is exquisite!" Turles took another spoonful of chocolate pudding and moaned. "So where's the blood of the gods?" Toma asked. Bardock, Raditz, and Turles stopped eating. Vegeta smirked and leaned over the food, reaching for a box of genital shaped chocolates. "Prepare yourselves to have your minds blown." Bardock picked one chocolate up and examined it, "and just how are we supposed to snort this?" "SNORT?!" Goku almost choked on a frosted cock shaped cookie. "You do not snort it. You EAT it." The Prince's smirk widened. "WHAT?!" Four Saiyans were extremely confused about these Earth made chocolates. On Vegetasei, a similar bean to the cocoa known on Earth was pulverized and inhaled in small quantities. It gave Saiyans a lust high. The flavor of this powder tasted bitter and over all horrible, so Saiyans did not eat the blood of the gods, they snorted it. Toma leaned over and ate the chocolate Bardock was holding. He chewed it, his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth. "'Dock. You are going to CUM from the taste of these things." Bardock immediately snatched a chocolate from the box Vegeta was holding out and popped it in his mouth. He swirled the chocolate in his mouth before biting into it. "M-!!! FUCK!" Bardock pressed his hands to his already hardening dick. He savored the candy melting in his mouth. The sweet sugary taste. The caramel filling. "MMMMMMMM~!" His cock pulsed and Bardock released in his pants. He swallowed the chocolate and cried out as seed kept spilling from his cock. Tears formed in his eyes and one ran down his flushed cheek. "Fuck! That tasted better than cum." He panted. Six sets of eyes just stared at the older Saiyan as he made a mess of himself from eating a simple chocolate. Vegeta laughed, then whispered into Goku's ear, "wait until the chocolate starts kicking in~ It is going to be a fuckfest, Kakarot, and it is all thanks to you and your silly Earth holiday." Goku whimpered, face still red from watching his carrier come in his pants. "What have I done." - The next morning, seven full blooded Saiyans were lying on the floor or on the nest, fudge, caramel, and other fluids smeared all over their bodies, with a hangover that could kill a human being. Their genitals throbbed and stung, their muscles cramped, their heads pounded, and their bellies ached.The food was all gone, only crumbs and wrappers were left strewn around the cave floor.Two beings walked into the cave, one orange skinned, the other one green. Cheelai waved a hand across her face, "ugh! It smells like something died in here!" "We're going to need a new cave. This one's ruined." Lemo covered his nose. The scent of stale sex and old food wasn't a pleasant combination. Cheelai searched for the switch that would turn on the lamps Goku had brought for them long ago. She found it and turned them on. One good look around the cave and she let out a shrill scream.
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Cheelai's screech echoed throughout the cave, the Saiyans collectively hissed, howled, and covered their sensitive ears, wincing and recoiling from the shrill noise.Goku felt horrid! Dying had been less painful. Did Whis use fat Janemba to slam dunk him on his head?!Around him he could hear the other Saiyans moan in agony.
"Ohh, Goddess. I think my junk's going to fall off".
"Guys… I think my innards have shifted..."
"Urrgghhhh, I've got jizz in my hair!"
Slowly, very slowly, Goku managed to open his eyes and take in the scene. The other Saiyans were around the cave, all curled up in foetal position, covering their eyes, junk or holding their heads.One would never think these were some of the most feared warriors in the galaxy the way they were moaning.Goku's groin hurt like hell. It felt like he'd had sex with a cactus rather than a group of Saiyans.Speaking of, memories started flowing back to him as he lay there trying to get a grip on himself. Oh, no. NO, NONONONONO! What had he done?! Or more accurate, who'd he done it with! He'd fucked his own brother, or rather gotten fucked. And unlike the first time, he couldn't write it off as trying to make things right between them. Not to mention… Goku closed his eyes hard and tried to block out the images of him sucking Raditz's cock like it was made of chocolate. Oh, fuck his life! He'd swallowed his cum, drunk it like it was milkshake. And worse of all, he'd enjoyed it.Raising his hands to hide his face in, Goku's head throbbed fiercely again, and he decided to panic later on. And so he lay there with throbbing junk, a killer hangover, and a cloud of shame above him. Vegeta could feel Goku's emotions through their bond. The young Saiyan felt shame. Vegeta couldn't pinpoint why exactly as his brain refused to work properly. He would ask Goku later. "And who are THESE?!" Cheelai pointed at the extra warriors as she yelled at Goku, making the younger Saiyan squeeze his eyes shut. "Somebody... Blast the harpy." Bardock mumbled, his face was buried in the green furs. His whole body ached, especially his nether regions. Even his tail had a few cricks in it. "EXCUSE ME?!" Cheelai yelled again. "This is my- Uh, carrier, Bardock," Goku said, trying his best to sound eloquent. Bardock raised a weak arm and waved his hand before letting it drop back on the bed. "And this is my... Other source, Toma." Goku was out of breath after speaking. Toma was half sitting, half lying on a chair with a hand on his head. He politely waved at the newcomers as best he could before letting his sore arm fall back to his side. "And how about him?" Lemo pointed to a dark skinned Saiyan hiding in the shadows. Before Goku could speak, Turles got up, albeit stiffly, "I can introduce myself," and walked as best he could without wobbling towards the aliens. The pink eyed ex soldier gaped at his nude body. "I'm Turles, at your service, pretty thing~" He bowed shakily to Cheelai and grabbed her hand, kissing it. A purple tinge rose to her green cheeks and she brought a hand to her face, trying to cover it. "Do not believe a word he says..." Vegeta grumbled from where he had his hurting head lain on the table. "He is a no good liar and a swindler." Raditz made a strangled noise from the Prince's lap. He was lain on the floor with his head propped up on Vegeta's lap, completely spent from yesterday's chocolate orgy. Turles placed a hand on his chest and scoffed in mock offense, "you wound me, Prince. I am sure he..." Turles looked at Cheelai's raised eyebrow, "she will be the judge of that herself." He leaned in close to the green woman, "you'll find I have more positive things about me that outweigh the bad ones." Turles gave her a killer smirk, leaving her head reeling. The scent of stale sex coming from this dark skinned Saiyan, however, made her scrunch her nose. "You all need a shower. Immediately." "Hmmm~ I agree." Turles let go of her hand and plopped on his small bed of furs after grabbing some water from the big tank. Cheelai turned her attention to Goku, "I said no sex in the cave, remember?" She turned to look at Broly who was in the nest next to Bardock, the large Saiyan lowered his head, he hated to disappoint others. The green ex soldier turned back to Goku, "and why are there three of you?" She pointed to Goku, Bardock, and Turles, "is it true? Do you actually clone yourselves?" Turles tensed at the word 'clone'. He remained silent, however, and drank his fill of water before starting to give himself a tongue bath. Cheelai made a face at him, but didn't let the dark Saiyan's antics deter her from her inquiry. "I've heard rumors from Frieza about how he wanted the perfect army, but-" "The rumors are true." Bardock got up the bed, naked, Cheelai noticed and blushed again, and walked towards his mate. "Frieza decided to control even the way we reproduced." He sat down on Toma's lap and the tanned Saiyan automatically started licking the nape of his neck. "The Icejins wanted a quick way to make soldiers and they couldn't be bothered with nature's own pace. I was one of many to be used as a model for cloning. That," Bardock pointed with his thumb at Turles who was licking his own outstretched leg, "is my clone." Turles sneered at Bardock's choice of pronouns. Raditz chose that moment to sit up and saw Turles giving himself a tongue bath. The long haired Saiyan took a deep breath, "hey, Vee? Would it be okay with ya if I helped Turles clean himself?" Vegeta was about to answer with his default 'no', but then remembered that Turles was almost part of the pack now since last night. "Very well, do what you need to do." Raditz smiled and kissed his future mate's cheek and, on shaky legs, went to help the dark skinned Saiyan. "May I?" Raditz purred once he was crouching in front of Turles. The other Saiyan smirked and closed his eyes for a spell, "be my guest~" He lowered his body and opened his legs for Raditz. Cheelai looked from Bardock and Toma to Turles and Raditz, "wha? What do you guys think you're doing?! That's disgusting!" That earned her a few growls from some of the others. "You would not be the first one to say that. It is how we do things. Deal with it." Vegeta said offhandedly. Cheelai scoffed. "We do have a shower, you know. You're welcome to use it." Lemo offered. "And so do we. You are looking at it." The Prince replied. "I'll gladly take a shower." Goku stood up in all his naked glory, making Cheelai look away blushing once again, he cracked his back and walked to the capsule house. "Broly, ya comin'?" The larger Saiyan smiled and stood up slowly, naked, covered in unspeakable bodily fluids and chocolate. Cheelai's eyes widened as she saw his junk swing freely with every step Broly took. "Oh, my- Merciful gods!" Blood dripped down here nose and she covered her flushed face. Broly was completely oblivious to the scene he was causing. His hard muscles rippled as he moved across the chamber to where Goku stood, smiling, also oblivious to the way Cheelai almost died as he pecked Broly on the lips without thinking. She knew they had been taking care of Broly's high sexual appetite but to actually see the sturdy, hard built warriors make out in front of her... Lemo had to steady her as he saw Cheelai lose her footing. He swung an arm around her shoulders and took her out of the cave to take a breath of fresh air. "Here, sit down, Cheelai. Take deep breaths." Cheelai took a few steadying breaths and calmed herself down, "is it bad that I find Saiyans so attractive?" Lemo shrugged, "they're well built. I don't blame you." He sat down next to his friend and stared passively at a rock by his feet. Cheelai digested those words. "Wait... Are you saying... You find them attractive too?" Lemo's cheeks colored minimally but he waved it off, "I only admitted they were good looking. Don't go getting any ideas in that perverted brain of yours." Cheelai smirked a cheshire cat's smirk. "Soooooo, who do you like most?" She bumped her shoulder against Lemo's. The orange alien blushed harder this time and looked away. "Oh, come on! You can tell me. I won't say a word about it to anyone." Lemo stayed very quiet for a while longer. Cheelai was beginning to think her friend was done talking and was about to change the subject when he spoke. "I think that new fellow, Toma? I think he's nice to look at." Cheelai squealed in delight and hugged her friend. "E-easy, Cheelai." Lemo tried to get her off him but settled for accepting her affection when he concluded she wouldn't budge. - Goku and Broly finished taking a very thorough shower, plus got their sex on, much to Goku's pain and aggravation. His breeder ached from overuse, as well as his ass, and his nipples, and his everything. He needed a vacation. And a good spar.Goku came out of the capsule house and used ki to dry himself off. Broly imitated him. The shower had helped them feel a bit more alive and less like zombies. "So who feels like sparrin'?" He said much too cheerfully. Vegeta squinted his eyes at Goku's loud voice. His head hurt up a storm, and not even a Senzu bean would cure that. Might as well. "I shall take a shower, then join you outside, Kakarot." Vegeta got up and walked unsteadily around the table, bringing him right next to Toma and Bardock basically having tongue sex about now. "But first..." Vegeta formed a ki ring in the palm of his hand and slipped it on Bardock's cock. "What the-" Bardock startled and pulled away from licking his mate. He looked at the ki cock ring, "WHAT THE FU- MMMFFFM!" Another ki ring that looked a lot like a muzzle was slapped around Bardock's mouth. "That is what you get for that little stunt you pulled last night." Vegeta glared at the older Saiyan and walked inside the capsule home. "MMMUUUFFFFUUUHUH!" Bardock seethed from rage. He tried clawing the muzzle off to no avail. The Prince's ki was much too strong. He heard Turles laughing and snapped his head towards him, giving him a hateful glare. "Hey, YOU are the one who ruined the White Wheel predictions. Don't look at me as if it's my fault you got caged." Turles shrugged off Bardock's dagger glare and went back to enjoying Raditz giving him a full tongue bath, something Turles hadn't delighted in for far too long. Bardock turned to look pleadingly at his youngest brat. Goku shrugged, "I can't go against the Prince, 'Dock." Bardock closed his eyes and sighed. Toma nuzzled his chastised mate and continued cleaning him.Not long after, Vegeta came out and the three naked Saiyans put on brand new outfits to go outside. Broly put on his accessories and the fur over his leggings, Vegeta put on his dark blue spandex, gloves and boots, and Goku wore his ghastly orange gi. Toma was about done giving his upset mate a tongue bath, "we'll join you guys shortly." He said between laps, "Raditz will still have to take care of me afterwards since Bardock's... Mouth... Is unavailable." Toma finished the sentence and winced. The scarred Saiyan growled. "I'm still not done with this one. He's really dirty." Raditz purred and continued licking Turles. "More like 'you want to clean me, dirty me, and then clean me again~'" The dark skinned Saiyan wiggled his butt against Raditz's groin, making the taller warrior purr louder. Vegeta huffed and walked out, not sparing the others a second glance. "Well, make sure t' join us once yer finished." Goku waved them off, grabbed the Senzu bean bag and Broly's hand, and followed the Prince outside.
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A smart tongue licked over every muscle, every crevice, and every expanse of dark velvety skin. Raditz licked along Turles' sides, up his arms, his legs, getting rid of all the cum, milk, and chocolate from last night. He lapped the pirate's neck, his nipples, his abs. He turned Turles around and started licking at his exposed back, his shoulder blades, the dip of his waste, the little dimples right above his round ass, paying extra attention to Turles' tail and groin. By now, the pirate was kneeling down, head on the soft furs of his small nest, panting and whimpering as Raditz ran his tongue over the underside of his hardened shaft. Raditz finished cleaning the last bits, another job well done. "'Ditz~" Turles purred the name, a plea for the long haired warrior to do more to him than just clean him. Raditz pulled away with half lidded eyes. He had been straining to keep himself from fucking the pliant body in front of him, but hearing his name being called out so passionately was too much for him to resist. Grabbing his dick, Raditz slicked himself with the oil dripping out of Turles' tail gland. Once lubed up, Raditz surprised Turles by burying himself in his ass, no preparation was needed for this Saiyan, Turles enjoyed pain immensely. "Ahhh! Yes! Raditz, you naughty Saiyan. Surprising me like that." Turles said breathlessly. He wiggled his fluffy tail and caressed his lover's face with it, a loud trill burst from his chest. Raditz hummed and enjoyed the soft feeling against his cheeks and under his chin. "Call me 'big brother~" A small cough coming from right above them made Raditz and Turles look up. Toma stood there with a cocked eyebrow. "I still need to be cleaned." "Come over here, big boy." Turles patted a place in front of him. "I'll make sure you're squeaky clean by the time I'm done with you." Toma scoffed humorously and sat down next to the pirate's head. Turles immediately began licking as he was slowly fucked by Raditz.Long thrusts, long licks. Turles started on Toma's face, down his neck, his solid pecs, his washboard abs, until he came face to face with his cock. Turles raised his eyes to look the latcher straight in the eye and stuck out his pink tongue to lick at the slit. He sensually curled his tongue against the hardening shaft before engulfing it in his warm mouth and sucking.Toma shivered and let out a long breath he was holding. Turles looked divine with his mouth wrapped around his cock. Almost as breathtaking as Bardock. Toma couldn't help but look back at his caged mate. He felt bad for Bardock but he got what was coming to him. - Bardock breathed heavily as he watched the three Saiyans have fun. His dick pulsed and the cock ring started getting uncomfortable. Choosing to do what was best for him, given his predicament, Bardock got up, put his spandex, arm warmers and leg warmers on, tied his bandanna around his head, and left the cave.Once outside, it wasn't hard to spot the other three Saiyans preparing for a spar. Bardock flew towards them and sat morosely on a nearby boulder where the two alien comrades were perched. "What's that thing on your face?" Cheelai asked, not being able to help her curiosity. Bardock huffed and shrugged, not being able to speak. "Is this a kinda... Game you guys play? Like- Does it turn you on?" The green skinned woman couldn't well enough leave it alone. Bardock furiously shook his head and growled. "So you're being punished?" Bardock closed his eyes and counted to ten, then nodded. "Wow. You must've done something really bad for you to be kept from speaking." Bardock squinted at the woman. If only she knew that Bardock couldn't care less about speaking or not. What he really wanted was to suck cock, not be able to make small talk. "Alright!" Goku shouted after warming up, "who's goin' against me first?" "As the Prince, I get dibs." "Ya okay with that, big guy?" Goku asked his mate. Broly just nodded, "it'll be fun to watch you fight." Goku smiled brightly at him as Broly left to sit between Cheelai and Bardock. "Oh! Hey 'Dock, catch!" Goku threw the Senzu bag at him. Bardock easily caught the small pouch and groaned at Goku's poor choice of words. Broly saw how dejected the older Saiyan looked, and he carefully touched Bardock's nose with the tip of his tail, just like he'd seen his pack mates do in the past.Bardock flinched at first but then buried his nose in the soft fur and inhaled. He curled his own tail around Broly's to show his acceptance of the small gesture. They turned their attention to the fight that was about to begin. "Ready, 'Geeta?" "I was born ready, Kakarot." Vegeta smirked as he got into position. Goku grinned back and crouched, ready to deliver the first attack. The young Saiyan took off with a shout, aiming an uppercut to Vegeta's head. The Prince easily blocked it and counterattacked with a punch and a lower kick to Goku's legs. Goku blocked and jumped at the last second and delivered his own flurry of attacks. Most of them were dodged, others blocked. Vegeta also attacked his ex rival for every attack he received. They were almost on par, Goku having a slight advantage.Soon they were powering up into Super Saiyan, and as the fight progressed, they burst into Super Saiyan God Blue.Broly tensed, remembering the last time he saw these two gorgeous creatures in their blue form.Bardock could smell the stress coming off Broly and he nuzzled the larger Saiyan's shoulder, purring and tightening his hold on Broly's tail. That calmed the wild Saiyan down some, and Broly joined Bardock's purring.An unpleasant memory that had been buried deep inside jumped to the front of Broly's mind at that moment, a memory about Paragus and how he had reacted to when Broly had purred. Paragus had been giving Broly a tongue bath when he was little, and as soon as the cub started purring, Paragus had pulled back and slapped his cheek hard.
"You don't purr with me. EVER."
Broly never purred again. Until Kakarot. Cheelai and Lemo's cheering dispelled the rest of that memory and Broly turned his focus to the fight.Goku was powering up a Kamehameha attack, and Vegeta responded with a ki blast of his own. "KAMEHAMEHAAAAA!" Goku threw the blast at Vegeta. The Prince smirked. His ki attack faded into nothingness.Bardock's eyes widened and he sat straight up.Vegeta suddenly powered down to his base form and the blast hit him full force. The smaller Saiyan crashed into the ground, forming a crater from the impact of his body and Goku's attack. "VEGETA!" Goku screamed, both in pain and concern, and zoomed to where Vegeta's still form rested. Goku hurt everywhere, the bond wasn't being kind to him this time. Goku could feel the Prince's sheer pain. "Vegeta! Why would ya do such a thing, ya idiot!" Vegeta coughed up a lot of blood, "I think- I overdid it." He said weakly and gave Goku a meek lopsided smile. Bardock dashed to them as fast as he could in his base form to give Goku the Senzu beans. Goku's trembling hands fumbled with the tie, until Bardock placed a hand on his youngest cub's hands and took the bag from him. He pulled out a bean but Vegeta wasn't moving any more. Bardock's ki cages dissipated. "'Geeta?" Goku felt their bond growing dimmer. "No, no, no, no..." Goku took the bean from Bardock and chewed it. He then placed his mouth on the Prince's and passed it to Vegeta. He pushed it down his throat as far as he could and waited. He felt nothing. Where the bond was always thrumming with his partner's energy, now he felt emptiness. His vision started blurring. Goku massaged Vegeta's throat. Still nothing. "COME ON, VEGETA!" Bardock placed a sympathetic hand on his distraught cub's shoulder. "Kakarot..." "NO! He can't- He can't leave me!" Broly arrived and Lemo and Cheelai were hot on his trail. "Is he okay?" Cheelai asked once she reached the Saiyan warriors. Goku turned broken eyes to her but no words came out.They waited.Nothing.Then, a small tingling sensation started thrumming in the back of Goku's skull, as if a small lit match was trying hard to illuminate vast darkness. Goku turned to look at his bond mate, "'Geeta?" The Prince groaned and opened his eyes. He felt agony that was not his being washed over by relief, and a few other emotions he was too disoriented to pinpoint. "'GEETA!" Goku clung to the smaller Saiyan and buried his face in Vegeta's chest, "DUN EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" Goku's whole body shivered. Vegeta was stricken by his sparring partner's raw emotions. Goku was in a complete turmoil. The Prince slowly raised his arms and hugged his long time friend and companion. His bonded mate. "I am here, Kakarot. I am not going anywhere." Goku still looked scared witless. "Yer really okay?" "Kakarot, I assure you, I shall be fine." Goku sighed, "thank Kami." He then slapped Vegeta. "OOOWWW!" "That's for scarin' me t' death!" "We have the Dragon Balls, you know." Vegeta spat. "But I'd hafta wait until they're active and I dun- I…" "You do not wish to be without me for so long?" Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and smirked. Goku blushed. "Just- Dun do any crazy things like that again." That wasn't a 'no', Vegeta counted this as a small victory. The way Kakarot had reacted to his almost death was very telling of what he felt for the Prince. Maybe, if Vegeta played his cards right, he would have two breeding mates and not just one. After all, as the Prince, it was his duty to help increase their numbers as much as possible. He smiled to himself and thought about Kakarot round with cub and with more cubs running around his feet. With his nurturing nature Kakarot would properly end up as the main carrier in the pack. His race needed new cubs and between Kakarot, Broly and himself, the cubs had a good chance of being much more powerful than the previous generations.Only time would tell.
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The group returned to the cave after the foul-up with Vegeta, Goku was being extra attentive with the Prince. "I am fine, Kakarot." The small Saiyan reassured him for the upteenth time. He shooed his rival away and they made their way to the cave. As they got closer, they could make out sounds of pleasure coming from inside. "I swear if he is fucking that no good clone…" Vegeta walked faster inside and stopped as soon as he saw his future mate and Toma spitroasting a very lust addled Turles. "I have told you not to cavort with the likes of him!" Vegeta spat. The red handed Saiyans snapped their heads towards the angry Prince. Raditz gulped. "But- I was just- Ya said I could-" "If you could only feel how WRONG his ki is, you would stay away from that synthetic Saiyan!" Turles would've scowled at the smaller Saiyan had it not been for his mouth being stuffed full of cock. "I said you could clean him, not use him as a dick glove." Vegeta winced and grabbed his head. He was still not a hundred percent from that major recovery and discreetly leaned against Goku's supporting body. "What's wrong?" Toma asked. "While ya three were busy fucking, Vegeta almost got blasted to Hell by Kakarot." Bardock growled. He was not happy to see his mate's dick buried in Turles' mouth, and the facial expressions Toma couldn't hold back... Bardock's hackles rose. "He- What?!" Raditz's arousal was instantly killed and he pulled out of Turles, much to the pirate's irritation. Toma pulled out as well and they both made their way to Vegeta's side. Turles growled and decided to take care of himself before showering the Prince with attention, like the others were doing.The Saiyans all crowded around Vegeta, much to his annoyance. He tried to wave them off to no effect. Goku carefully guided Vegeta to the still dirty nest. Cleaning would have to come later. He gently lowered Vegeta onto the crusty furs, and looked him over once more out of concern. The now partially stiff furs dug into his back as Vegeta lay down. "The furs are poking me…" Goku scrunched his nose. "We'll do a total clean up as soon as ya recover, 'Geeta. I promise" "I have already recovered, you fool. You are making a big deal out of this." Vegeta huffed. Goku replied, "usually ya go on about not gettin' treated like royalty, and then ya complain when ya get it." "It may seem some of your humility has rubbed off on me." Goku smirked, "or ya just dun like gettin' it because ya got yer ass beat." "Oh, snap!" Bardock looked away. Kakarot was about the only Saiyan who could get away with talking to the Prince like that. Vegeta sneered at Goku but couldn't help a bark of laughter. "I would like to see you take on a Super Saiyan God Blue Kamehameha wave in your base form." Goku snorted and kneeled down on the crusty nest, he leaned forward and gently kissed Vegeta. "Glad yer ok, Vegeta." The smaller Saiyan smirked and touched his ex rival's face with a gloved hand, "you are such a softie, Kakarot." Now Goku laughed. "I guess, that and Bulma woulda skinned me alive if ya'd croaked because of one of my attacks." "She'd find a way too, you know it." "So what exactly happened?" Raditz asked, he was a bit miffed at Vegeta and Kakarot's two person dialogue and he was curious to know just what had happened. He moved closer to where Vegeta and Kakarot where to check on Vegeta.
Goku's body froze when Raditz got close. Something which didn't escape Vegeta. He tried to use the bond to analyse what Goku was feeling. A mix of shame and guilt was roaring down the bond and Vegeta almost recoiled physically. He mentally sighed. So much for progress.Humans and their weird notions. Not for the first time Vegeta cursed the semi-brainwashing that had happened to such a magnificent Saiyan warrior. He had a pretty good idea about what was causing the feelings. Bulma had been helpful explaining the differences between Saiyan sex lives and human sex lives. And among humans, incest was a big NO-NO. So wrong, that seemingly it didn't even need to be taught to kids, you simply knew.Bulma had also explained that the incest taboo stemmed from birth defects that inbred human children had, something Saiyan cubs had no problem with thanks to their genetic structure.While Vegeta could understand not having cubs with family members under those circumstances, it didn't seem logical to rule out sex completely.He was even more confused when he was told that the one exception to this, historically, was within royal lines. Why would they deliberately sire their rulers with defects?Humans didn't make any sense as far as he was concerned. Which sadly caused his bonded mate to be pulled in two directions. He looked up at Goku again, who'd now shuffled out of the way and was standing a few feet away, eyes flickering between him and his brother. He'd try to find a way to mend this later, but now he had to reassure his future mate. Vegeta petted Raditz's long soft hair. "I wanted to get a Zenkai power boost. I underestimated Kakarot's attack. I died and came back thanks to the Senzu beans." Raditz choked and threw himself at his chosen. He held the smaller Saiyan tight.Vegeta tried to comfort him the best he could. Just his luck that both brothers had inherited the 'sap-gene'.Meanwhile Goku was standing a bit away, struggling with his own thoughts. The logical part of him knew he'd done nothing wrong, but the little voice that always berated him when he didn't act 'human' enough around his friends and wife, was screaming at him.Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned his head and looked into Raditz's concerned face. By reflex Goku shrugged out of the hold fast. Raditz froze, hand still hanging in the air.A look of hurt came over his face and he stepped back. Goku felt his heart sink into his stomach when he saw that look, but he didn't know how to handle this, or what had happened, it'd been too much too fast. So he turned around and headed towards the cave entrance under the worried looks of the pack, except Raditz who was looking at the ground. The general thoughts of the pack could be summed up as such: 'well, fuck!' "Bardock. Come here." The Prince's tired voice interrupted the group's ruminations. The scarred Saiyan made his way to the Prince. "Yer Highness?" Bardock gasped as he felt Vegeta fondle the front of his leggings. He chuckled nervously, "ya sure ya wanna get frisky right now? I mean, ya just basically came back from the dead and-" Bardock stopped in his tracks and looked down. A new ki ring had replaced the old one and Bardock seethed. "Yer not getting my mouth." He said dangerously and distanced himself from the Prince. Vegeta only laughed, albeit weakly. He was too tired for this shit. "Fine, fine. In fact, this way I think it will be more of a punishment." Bardock's tail angrily lashed out behind him. Maybe Kakarot's problems with Raditz would be able to distract him. He made his way towards the exit, about to go after his youngest cub, when Vegeta's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Bardock, stop! Leave him to think a bit. You do not understand the human culture enough to fix this." The scarred Saiyan turned around angrily and was about to object but stopped when he saw Vegeta looking at him and then over at a distraught Raditz in that 'do something' -way.The tip of his tail swished back and forth for a while before he went over to Raditz and gave him a one armed hug, while gently walking him deeper into the cave to a more quiet part. Raditz didn't understand. Everything had seemed to be going so well. Things had slowly been getting better after he let Goku top him, excluding the period where Goku was jealous about Vegeta picking Raditz as a mate, and the party seemed to have taken down those last walls between them, so why were they suddenly back up again? Like no progress had ever been made?He stood there motionless for a while, when he felt an arm around him, he looked to his side and found Bardock there. He let himself be led deeper into the cave. Glad to be away from the curious eyes of the pack. "Baba, why? I don't understand…" Bardock reached up and hugged his cub tighter. "I'm not sure, cub. I can only assume that yer brother's human influence kicked back up and he's trying to accept what happened." He looked Raditz in the eyes. "Listen, brat, ya did nothing wrong, ya hear me? Nothing." Raditz looked slightly down into his carrier's eyes. "Right now, yer both a bit lost. But I'm sure that ya'll find each other again. So have courage and be strong, ok? I know ya hoped to be close again, but yer brother will need some more time to get his head straight on again." "I thought we moved past that. What happened at the party was-" "Because of all the gods' blood we had. His inhibitions were lowered. He was free to be himself, which means his Saiyan part is in there, we just gotta find a way to bring it out without having to resort to aphrodisiacs."It seems that what he found scared him, and now he's unsure of who he is. But there's little we can do 'cept be here when he tries to come back." Bardock reached up and cupped his cub's face with one hand, trying to offer some comfort.An idea popped up in Bardock's head. It would be risky, but it might work. Or it'd fail spectacularly. Make it or break it, as one might say. Now the tricky parts: preparations and convincing his youngest cub to go along with it.
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A cold tail touched his face gently, in contrast to the painful gadgets that were slowly tearing his flesh apart. "Now, now, little renegade. We don't want you losing consciousness again. What's the fun if I can't hear your delectable screams?" The machine tightened a fraction, and muscles were pulled apart. An ear-splitting scream echoed in the almost empty room. "F-fuck you, Frieza." The prisoner spat in a hoarse voice, tired from yelling, blood drops fell from his mouth. The cold hearted lizard tsked, "it's like you enjoy being tortured." The Icejin signalled a soldier to tighten the machine another notch. Another pain filled cry was ripped out of the tortured being's throat. "You've failed me too many times, monkey. Tell me why I shouldn't just kill you." The prisoner managed a lopsided smirk, "cuz- You get off- From seeing others in p-pain." "And you, it may seem, get off on the pain I'm dealing you." Frieza touched the tip of the Saiyan's dripping erection. The Saiyan recoiled, trying to distance himself from those cold fingers. "Don't f-flatter yourself." He panted. The Icejin hummed, "no. I don't kill you because I have another use for you. There is something I need your help with. It's a very easy task. Even a stupid monkey like yourself can manage." Frieza signaled for the soldier to tighten the machine more. The cracking of joints could be heard followed by screams of pure agony. - Turles woke up with a start. He was sweating cold and breathing hard. He looked around, trying to recognize where he was. He was in the middle of a big nest, with other Saiyans around him. His pack. He was safe.Slowly, as to not disturb the others, he got up to have a drink of water. Big gulps of water poured down his throat as the pirate's thoughts wandered. He was here on a mission, not to make nice with others of his kind. He turned around and almost had a heart attack coming face to face with his younger lookalike. "Kakarot- The fuck?!" He whispered angrily. "Ya ok, Turles? It seemed ya were havin' a nightmare." Turles harrumphed, "it's none of your concern." "It is now that yer part of the pack, well, almost. Ya matter." "Oh, so NOW I matter." Turles chuckled humorlessly. Goku frowned and crossed his arms, clearly not willing to let the subject drop. "Look, not everyone has had an easy going life. I sometimes get nightmares. It's not a big deal. So let it go." Turles finished the cup of water and made his way back to his bed. "I hope one day ya can trust us enough t' open up." Goku spoke to his back. Turles paused, "Saiyans don't do that sort of thing. We keep certain things private." Goku sighed as he watched Turles settle in the nest. He shook his head. Something was obviously bothering the dark skinned Saiyan. Goku would talk about this to Bardock, he'd know what to do about his clone. - Morning came and the Saiyans slowly woke up, Cheelai and Lemo were the first ones to get up and began preparing breakfast since it was their turn today, and they still had a lot of provisions left over from the time they left Vampa for Broly's rut and went 'shopping'.Cheelai finished setting up the table, wondering about all the scratch marks on its surface, as the other warriors got cleaned and dressed. Cheelai had been adamant in making the Saiyans wear clothes while Lemo and she were around. The Saiyans had grudgingly agreed, even though some of them would constantly 'forget'.The meal went by fast and soon the group was split into different activities. Vegeta left with Toma to keep training him, Turles and Raditz were talking to Broly about something, Lemo and Cheelai both wore horrified expressions on their faces, and Bardock was making something out of leather. Bardock had used some of the green beasts' hide from Turles' nest and was cutting pieces of it with ki when his younger cub approached him. "Can we talk?" Goku asked. "Sure. Wanna go outside?" At Goku's nod, Bardock left his craft and exited the cave with his cub. When they were away from the others Goku spoke, "something's wrong with Turles." Bardock let out a bark of laughter, "there are many things wrong with that walking disaster. Be more specific." "Last night, he woke up from a nightmare. Not just any nightmare, this one felt… Real? I don't know why I can feel it." "It's called pack intuition. Now that Turles is becoming part of the pack, we'll be able to feel him better, understand him, if you will." "Somethin's not right." Goku squinted. "I've noticed it too. His mannerisms are different. Best thing we can do is confront him about it at the right time. He won't be an easy nut to crack though." Bardock placed a hand on his brat's shoulder, "but all in due time." Goku nodded and both returned to the cave.The first thing Goku saw was Broly pressing on his chest and a bunch of milk squirting out and onto the floor. Blood poured out of Goku's nose. "There ya go! Ya can finally milk yerself." Raditz proudly patted his pupil on the back. "It's best not to let it go to waste." Turles got up from the nest and practically sat on Broly's lap, suckling the milk pouring out. "Oh, my gods! That's…" Cheelai blushed as he saw the dark Saiyan happily drinking Broly's milk. "Disgusting? Yeah, yeah, we've heard that before. If the milk builds up the pressure can become very painful and it can lead to other problems if ya don't take care of it." Raditz explained. "I was going to say fascinating, but yeah, it's kinda gross too if you think about it." "Ya can't say it's gross if ya haven't tried it." Bardock interrupted the group. Cheelai froze, then looked at Turles, sucking vigorously. Curiosity was winning her over. She brought an unsure finger to the nipple that was unoccupied, "may I?" She asked her friend. Broly smiled and nodded, he even puffed his chest out more.Cheelai dabbed her finger in some of the milk dripping down Broly's chest and brought it to her mouth. Never let it be said she wasn't open minded.She sampled the flavor. It actually wasn't bad. Cheelai tentatively leaned over and licked the milk trail to get a better taste and 'OH, GODS!' It was good. A tingly sensation coursed through her body the more milk she licked. "What IS this?" She pulled away with a flushed face. "Oh, I shoulda warned ya, Saiyan milk is an aphrodisiac. Not as strong as blood of the gods though." Raditz scratched the back of his head. Cheelai bit her lip and her eyes widened. "It's strong enough to drive a Saiyan crazy." Turles stopped sucking and rounded on Raditz, throwing him on the bed of dirty furs. While the two played around with each other, Cheelai looked at Broly again, "may I… Try some more?" Broly started and he looked back at Goku. "Oh! Sorry, I should be asking your mate that." Cheelai felt sheepish, she had completely forgot that Broly had a mate now. "Is it alright?" Goku melted at her sweet voice, "go right ahead. What's the worst that could happen?" Goku chuckled and grabbed the back of his head. He owed Cheelai and Lemo for letting him spend time with Broly after all. It was only fair that he humor her in something that she wanted to test. The green woman brought her lips on Broly's nipple and sucked. Not much came out. She pulled back with a questioning expression. Bardock decided to help her. "Ya need to pump the milk out, like this. Put yer lips back on." Cheelai did as told and Bardock pressed on Broly's pecs, squeezing them in rhythmic movements. A big stream of milk suddenly filled Cheelai's mouth and she was quick to swallow. More kept coming out and her head felt dizzy. This was not only tasty, it was addictive. The warm milk poured down her throat and she pressed her legs together. Lemo blushed at Cheelai's display, "I think you've had quite enough, Cheelai." He pulled his friend off Broly's chest. "Oh! But it's so goooood~" Cheelai moaned, milk and drool dripped down her chin. She was completely smitten. "Goku, can I borrow your mate?" Goku stiffened, mouth gaping open like a fish, he looked at Bardock. "Don't look at me, brat, yer the one who decides who yer mate fucks." Goku frowned, he really didn't want to share Broly with anyone, but he also wanted to respect his Saiyan heritage about sharing partners. "What would ya do if it was Toma?" He asked his carrier. Bardock laughed, "HA! Yer learning fast, cub. I would let Toma if he felt strongly about it." "Broly? Do ya want t' go with Cheelai for a bit?" Goku looked at his mate. Broly, being the innocent soul that he was, didn't see what the problem was, so he nodded. Cheelai was his friend, nothing wrong could come from spending time with her. Or Lemo. "Fine then." Goku inhaled and exhaled, "just be gentle with him?" Cheelai smiled widely at Goku and got off the nest, dragging Broly with her to the capsule home.Goku stood there, not knowing if he had done the right thing. Bardock looked at where they'd entered the house, "she's gonna need one of those magic green things after that one." Just then, a panting, throttled Toma and a smug Vegeta entered the cave. Raditz immediately threw Turles off as soon as he caught the Prince's scent. "What did ya do to my mate?!" Bardock, with wind breaking speed, caught Toma before he could fall to the floor and helped him sit on a chair. "You ought to be thanking me, he is one step closer to transforming." Vegeta went to the water tank to get a drink. Goku, needing to get distracted, approached Vegeta and lifted his tail. Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at him while he finished drinking his water. Once he was done he stepped closer to Goku, "and you? You desire my helping hand?" "After almost losing ya? I need some time with ya, 'Geeta." Vegeta's tail swished in the air, "I refuse to have sex on those forsaken furs." Goku rapidly went to the nest and got rid of the top fur, making Lemo fall to the floor, and Raditz and Turles roll across it. Deliberately ignoring his brother and all the baggage that came with it, the young Saiyan rolled up the pelt and threw it aside. "Sorry, Lemo," Goku apologized before turning to the Prince. "Done. We have clean furs." "We should have done that last night." Vegeta huffed. "Very well, get on the furs." Goku eagerly started taking off his gi. "Ok, this is where I make my exit." Lemo lifted his hands and left the cave. Goku felt bad for the poor alien, but he had needs!Once naked, he fell on the soft furs and waited for Vegeta. The Prince was sure taking his time getting out of his spandex. Goku whimpered. "Patience." Vegeta pulled his gloves off along with his top. He lowered his leggings and gave his hardening flesh a few strokes. He noticed how Raditz and Turles were watching attentively. "You two, go hunt something for my next meal. And it better not be bugs." The two Saiyans grumbled but immediately knew a command when they heard one. They left the cave in search for food. "Hey, Prince! Where are those little green things that restore stamina?" Bardock called out.
"The Senzu beans?" Vegeta pointed to the small pouch settled on one of the big crates in the cave. "Thanks." Bardock went to retrieve the pouch." Also, ya think ya can get this stupid ring off me now?" "You know the rules, Bardock. You need to gain the apology of every Saiyan in the pack in order to complete your punishment. And assuming I did forgive you, you still have three Saiyans unavailable." The scarred Saiyan growled in annoyance. He would have to wait until his older brat and his clone came back, and for Broly to finish whatever he was doing with that green alien.As if thinking of them triggered it, a scream was heard from the inside of the capsule house.
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Two disheveled Saiyans arrived at the cave bringing in a green tail for afternoon's meal. They found the cave empty, however, and decided to prepare the food until the others came back. "They're probably out sparring." Turles shrugged, peeling off the last bit of skin from the tail. "They'll return eventually." Raditz was actually nervous about being around his brother. He could just imagine the tension there would be between them and winced at the feelings it provoked. "Hey." Turles stood up and crouched next to Raditz' hunched over form. "Why don't you go take a shower while I finish up here." Raditz nodded, "that sounds like a plan." He got up and walked to the shower inside the capsule house. Turles waited until Raditz was gone and got up to retrieve his scouter. He typed in a quick message 'target is still unobtainable' and sent it. He quickly cleaned any bloody fingerprints he might have left on his scouter and put it back on his pile of possessions. Turles sauntered back to where the skins where and took them outside to dry. - Turles had had the opportunity to take a shower himself after Raditz was done before the rest of the group returned several minutes later, all of them looking like they had been rung like towels. All except Lemo and Cheelai. They looked as fresh as rain. Broly let out a strangled gasp when he saw that another one of 'Bah's' kind had lost a tail. "Why does it smell like blood here- Oh." Lemo casually commented before setting his eyes on what would be their next meal. "Weren't you supposed to have that cooked already?" Turles tore a small piece of meat off the huge tail and chewed on it. "Saiyans don't 'cook'." "Cook… Is that where ya burn yer food in a fire?" Bardock asked. Turles nodded, "it's outrageous." Toma flopped down at the table and sunk his teeth in the fleshy parts, stripping a huge piece away. "Egh!" Cheelai recoiled and stuck her tongue out. "Oh, we can fix ya somethin', no problem." Goku tore a good portion of the tail for their alien friends and blasted it with his ki. The meat was cooked in seconds. "Sorry about the unrefined result, but I hope this'll do?" He handed the chunk of meat to Cheelai. "It's better than starving." She said morosely as she sat down at the table. Lemo took a seat on the floor next to her. Bardock walked to the bed where Raditz sat, sulking. "Hey, brat. Ya joining us?" Raditz looked up and sighed, "sure." He stood up and walked to the table. As soon as he got too close to Goku, the younger Saiyan put some distance between them and took the time to sit as far away as possible from his older brother. Raditz bit his lip and shut his eyes for a spell, he chose to bury his emotions along with the rest of the negative thoughts he was having as of late.Both Bardock and Raditz settled down and began biting off chunks of delicious raw meat. "Broly?" Goku patted the space next to him. The larger warrior looked hesitant. "You need to get over your absurd love for these creatures, Broly." Turles leaned towards him and smirked, his teeth were bloody from the bite he took seconds ago. "They taste better than the bugs, and it's just their tail. They might even grow it back." Broly gulped and sat between Goku and Turles, and took a piece offered to him. He reluctantly chewed on it and an explosion of flavor hit his brain. The bugs had nothing on the raw meat of the 'Bah' creatures. He was quick to tear off another piece and devour it. "Easy there, big guy." Goku chuckled and placed a hand on Broly's arm, "the food ain't goin' nowhere." "Savor it~" Turles purred against Broly's shoulder. "Right." Bardock quirked an eyebrow at Turles. "By the way, brat," Goku and Raditz looked up at him, Bardock patted Raditz's thigh, "I need yer forgiveness for my fuck up the other day." "Ya mean the White Wheel?" Raditz asked flatly. "Yeah. Forgive me?" Bardock brought his tail to Raditz's nose and brushed it across his face. Raditz breathed in and let out a long breath. "Ya'll never learn, but I forgive ya." Bardock smiled a million dollar smile at him and turned to Turles. "How about it, 'Les?" "Le-heh-es? Where did that nickname come from?" Turles chuckled humorlessly. "Ya forgive me?" Bardock asked casually. "You aren't truly repentant so no. I don't forgive you." "WHAT?!" Bardock nearly broke the table in half. "You heard me. Now that the tables have turned and you need something from me, I expect it to be heartfelt." "YOU FUCKER! I'd call ya a 'carrier fucker' but ya don't even have a carrier!" "Calm down, 'Dock." Toma rubbed Bardock's thigh soothingly. The scarred Saiyan growled and took a bite of meat, chewing on it angrily. Turles smiled sweetly at him, "expect me to milk this situation to the fullest." He taunted. Bardock stood up and was about to charge him but Toma and Raditz both held him back. Toma swiped his tail under Bardock's nose, "let it go, love, we're all tired right now. Calm down." He hoped he could calm the hot headed warrior. In times like these, Gine was the one to come in and save the day. "Calm down, Bardy." Turles blew a kiss at his model. Goku and Vegeta felt Bardock's ki skyrocket. The table began shaking. "BARDOCK!" The Prince shouted in a gruff voice. That seemed to calm the other down. The oldest Saiyan lowered his fists and shrugged Toma and Raditz off. He left the table to find a secluded place inside the cave. He passed across the leather pieces he was working on and grabbed them. It would be a good distraction.Toma sat down and continued eating, Raditz stood there and sighed. Turles really was a piece of work. His gaze happened to land on his brother's and Goku quickly looked away, a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. Raditz didn't know what to make out of the younger Saiyan's behavior. He looked at the food and suddenly lost his appetite. "'Ditz? Won't you sit down?" Toma asked cautiously. He could smell anxiety radiating from his offspring. Raditz shook his head to dispel any lingering thoughts, "nah, I'm done." He quietly left the table, tail droopy, and exited the cave. Goku watched him leave. He felt awful with the way he was acting with Raditz, and he felt even worse when his eyes met Toma's. The older Saiyan had a very stern look on his face, an expression that screamed 'look at what you're doing to my cub'. Goku didn't know Toma had an angry side to him. A peck on his cheek brought him back and Goku turned to see a happy looking Broly looking at him. He returned a lopsided smile and continued eating, albeit, a lot slower and less enthusiastic. - "What is that thing you're working on?" "We all have our secrets, Turles." Bardock didn't need to even look up to know who it was. He could smell the synthetic Saiyan approaching him. He was quick to hide what he was working on. It had been a few hours since they finished the awkward meal, and now the Saiyans were passing time before the next meal, either sparring, playing, or getting intimate with each other. Cheelai had gotten used to their antics, Lemo was still having problems, so he would excuse himself from the group every time a Saiyan would get too lascivious with another. Turles sat down next to his twin and smiled at him. Bardock sighed. "What do YOU want." "Simple. I want you to ride me." Bardock choked on his own saliva. "You want my forgiveness, I want your ass on my cock." Veins appeared on the scarred Saiyan's forehead, "only my circle has that honor." He growled. "So you want to be caged forever? Don't you want to be intimate with Toma again? Don't you want your dick to pulse streams of cum out as your mouth gets full of warm, sweet Saiyan semen? Vegeta told me to call out his name as soon as I've forgiven you and he'll rid you of the ki ring." Turles was taunting him and Bardock knew it. And like a fiddle being played, his body let the pirate's words sink in.The dark skinned Saiyan placed his hand on Bardock's chest and started massaging it, paying special attention to his nipples.Bardock couldn't help a moan that escaped him. Next to his mouth, his nipples were one of the most sensitive parts of his body.Turles leaned in when he met no resistance, and he sucked on one bud while rubbing the other.Bardock didn't want to have sex with his clone, not unless they were high on gods' blood, but if this meant he could get rid of that wretched cockring, he would play the part.Not wanting to stay behind, Bardock also started playing with Turles' nipples. As his clone, Turles shared some of Bardock's pleasures. He splayed his hands across his pecs and tightened his fingers up, catching the buds in between two of them, pinching them hard. Turles let out a loud gasp, his dick started stirring inside his under armor he was forced to wear per Goku's orders. "Come on, Bardy. Let's have some fun together. Just like the old times." Bardock frowned, "I've told ya not to call me tha-" A kiss silenced him and he begrudgingly let Turles' tongue invade his mouth. They kissed passionately, a wandering hand crept inside Bardock's leggings, completely ignoring his erection and his breeder. The hand went lower until it found Bardock's tight ring of muscles.Bardock tensed as a finger prodded inside after Turles gathered some oil from the tail gland right next door. The finger wiggled around until it found the underside of Bardock's tail gland and the older Saiyan gasped. "Let me hear you, Bardy." Turles kissed along Bardock's jaw. Bardock didn't even bother correcting Turles' pet names for him, it was no use, and now he was more focused on the pleasure shooting up his tail. He lifted his hands up to Turles' neck, making the other Saiyan almost screech and pull away. Suddenly the finger was gone, along with Turles' mouth and other hand. The pirate covered his odd action by quickly ripping Bardock's leggings away. He pulled the scarred Saiyan's boots off and placed a kiss on top of Bardock's foot. "All of you is gorgeous." Turles panted as he pulled down his own shorts. "Are ya just saying that cuz we share the same looks?" Bardock lay down on his back on the rocky floor. "No. I'm better looking than you." The pirate responded cheekily. Before Bardock could retort, Turles climbed on top and pushed his erection against Bardock's tail gland, making more oil seep out. Bardock cried out at the rough treatment, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. As soon as Turles slicked his shaft, he was quick to press it inside Bardock's ass. The older warrior tensed and gritted his teeth. Turles could be rough if he wanted to, and it seemed this was one of those times. He didn't even give Bardock a chance to adjust before he started moving his hips. Thank the gods Turles was a locker. Any latcher's cock would've brought tears to Bardock's eyes in this situation. The pirate suddenly rolled them over and lay on his back, propping his head up with one arm, the other one drew patterns on Bardock's body. "Now, ride me, Bardy." Bardock blushed. He wanted to tear Turles a new one, but he reminded himself this was for a good cause. He closed his eyes, pretended it was Gine, and started bouncing on Turles' cock. His own erection strained against the ki ring.A few minutes passed that seemed like hours, and Bardock was already on the edge, not able to cum. "Mmm~ You look breathtaking on my cock, Bardy. Tell me what you need from me." "I need… Yer forgiveness…" The words left a bitter taste in Bardock's mouth. "Beg me for it." Turles snapped. Bardock growled and counted mentally to three. "PLEASE! Turles, I need to cum! Please, forgive me!" Turles let another moment of pure agony pass by. He was teetering on the edge when he spoke in a hushed voice, "I forgive you, heir of cKelerias. VEGETA!" Turles called out. True to his word, the Prince heard Turles and made the cockring disappear. Bardock screamed, an intense orgasm ripped through his body, jets of cum splashed across Turles' face, chest, and abs, and he came undone as well, shooting deep inside Bardock's ass.Bardock didn't stop pulsing until much later. He collapsed on top of Turles and panted. "Now clean me up, Bardy~" Turles' sweet voice broke Bardock's nirvana. He got up, the pirate's dick was released from inside him, and he started licking up the cum from his clone's body. When he was done, Turles pushed him off and got up, fixing his under armor. "That wasn't so hard now, was it? Although, next time I'll just fuck your breeding hole. It's much better than your ass. What skills you have with your mouth, you lack during anal sex. I can see why you wouldn't do it often." Bardock was left with his mouth gaping, speechless, as the pirate strolled away back to the cave's main chamber without a second glance.
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"AAAAAAH! MY BED!" Cheelai heard Lemo scream from the other room and she dashed towards him. Upon seeing the bed she couldn't hold in a snort. After seeing her friend's dumbfounded expression she let out a bark of laughter. "Guess they got you too, ey?" "This has gone too far." Lemo grumbled and left his room, ready to kick some Saiyan butt. Figuratively. Lemo exited the house and stood in the middle of the cave with his arms on his hips.Everyone was gathered around the table, conversing, and waiting for the two aliens to join them. Goku had charred another piece of meat for them and had it set at their usual place at the end of the table. He decided they should splurge a bit and had unpacked some side dishes from one of the capsules Bulma had given him. Suffice to say, the Saiyans' mouths were watering from the smell of all the delicious food items.Lemo watched them with squinted eyes and brought two fingers to his mouth. The loud whistle effect was immediate. The strong warriors all yelled and covered their ears, wincing and recoiling from the high pitched sound.Once their attention was on Lemo, the orange alien began. "I'd like to address several issues we're having. One of them is your outrageous sexual behaviors and disregard for personal boundaries."My bed has been destroyed. My bed that was generously gifted to me by Goku. I'd like to know who are the hooligans that tore it to pieces." Goku shyly raised his hand, followed by a sheepish looking Raditz. "Sorry, Lemo. We got a little carried away." Goku scratched the back of his head, "I'll ask Bulma for another one and get it replaced." Lemo nodded his thanks. "While you're at it, ask her if there's a cleaning machine for garments. You guys are doing better with the showering part, but if you put on the same soiled clothings it's as good as doing nothing. You Saiyans might enjoy your bodily smells, but Cheelai and I don't. On this note, a ventilating machine might help get rid of the stench, Goku, if your friend could spare us one." "Ya mean like a fan?" "Yes, a fan would work, a big one. We unfortunately haven't found a replacement cave nearby, so we're stuck sharing close quarters. This cave needs airing."Now, we have fallen into a snag here, I understand you Saiyans like your… Intimacy, and we've talked about this before. I've seen little to no change. Cheelai might have adapted to your sex lives, but I haven't, and it's tiring to seclude myself in the capsule home, or leave the cave everytime you all get intimate with each other, which is ALL the time. I am more outside the cave than inside at this point. We need to set up a schedule so we can all be happy. Or you simply take your activities somewhere else, somewhere more private." "But we have our nest right here. The ground is fine sometimes but the furs are softer." Bardock spoke up. Agreement was heard from the others. "Ok, that's a valid point. How about you relocate the nest?" Lemo suggested. "Now, this cave belongs primarily to Broly, so he has the deciding vote." All eyes turned to Broly and he suddenly felt very small. He didn't know what he was supposed to say. "Ya wanna keep the nest where it is or move it t' a more private place?" Goku clarified for his mate. Broly raised his eyebrows and made an 'Oh' with his mouth. "I like the nest where it is. It's always been there." Lemo puckered his lips. "A schedule it is, then." "You can't just make a sex schedule and expect us to follow it!" Turles complained, "we're Saiyans, we fuck whoever we want, wherever we want, whenever we want." "I think we should accommodate everyone's needs." Toma agreed with Lemo. "If we're making others uncomfortable we just need to move our activities somewhere else." Cheelai nudged Lemo with a knowing face. Lemo flushed and shooed her away. "Alright. Everyone who agrees to accommodate ONE individual, raise yer hands." Bardock spoke up. Goku, Toma, Broly, Cheelai, and Lemo raised their hands. Raditz sighed and raised his hand as well, wanting to be supportive of his brother's decisions. Bardock huffed. "All opposed?" Bardock, Turles, and Vegeta raised theirs. "Fine. The schedule wins." Bardock was irked by the results. "You call yourselves real Saiyans." Turles scowled at the four traitors. "I am a Prince. I shall do whatever pleases me. Fight me if you dare disagree." Vegeta looked at Lemo menacingly. "Vegeta!" Goku snapped at his friend. "Well, then. That's settled. Let's eat." Lemo ignored Vegeta's threat, confident that Goku would keep him in check, and began picking bits off different food dishes from the table. Everyone joined in and made small talk about a variety of things. - "Hey, Toma. Remember 'hold it'?" Bardock asked his mate. "How could I forget." Toma smiled. The conversation had somehow geared towards fun activities and pastimes on Vegetasei and now the Saiyans, aside from Broly and Goku, were retelling tales of better times. "What's 'hold it'?" Goku was afraid to ask but couldn't stop his curiosity from getting the best of him. Bardock straightened up and smirked at his youngest offspring. "Ya fill yer guts with an insane amount of water and then walk as far as ya can without spilling it." "Saiyan who gets the farthest wins."Turles finished for him. "Oh." Goku made a face, "oh, that's nasty." "Nothing nasty about it. Our guts are perfectly clean. Ninety percent of what we intake gets transformed into energy." Turles shrugged. "Speaking of… Bardy, you remember 'connect'?" "Oh, yeah! You teamed up with Turles one time." Toma grabbed his chin. "Hmph. Yeah I remember. We even won." Bardock lay back on his elbows. "So what is 'connect' about?" Cheelai was the one to ask this time. "On Vegetasei, we had games and sports in the time of Rain." Vegeta explained, "one of the games we had was 'connect', a game where you are randomly given a type of butt plug, out of two designs, and you had it stuck up your ass. One design held a hook, the other design held an eye. The game was to find a match, hook up the butt plugs, and then run to the finish line. It is harder than it sounds." "See, one didn't know if they had the hook or the eye. The butt plugs were placed inside ya without ya knowing which design it was. Ya had to try a few Saiyans until ya found yer match. Matching sets would make the butt plug vibrate. Ya had to run, coordinate with yer partner, while this butt plug thing was vibrating up a storm inside yer ass!" Bardock elaborated, making a few of the other Saiyans laugh. "I ought to tell my wife to make us these butt plugs. It was a fun game to watch." Vegeta commented with a grin on his face. "Didn't ya ever participate?" Goku asked the Prince. "Hell no. Those games were for the common folks. The royal family only witnessed them. And had a good laugh." "Say, Broly. You've been awfully quiet." Lemo caught the other Saiyan with a far away look. Broly shook his head and smiled, "it's nice to see everyone enjoy talking together. I never got to do that with my source. We never really were a family like you all are." "We are. Yer my family now." Goku leaned up and kissed his breeding mate. Broly touched Goku's face and smiled into the kiss. Bardock was pensive, "so what DID ya do with Paragus?" Broly parted from Goku and sighed, "he would just train me, day in and day out. He said my only worth was to become the strongest warrior in the universe." Goku wound up his tail with Broly's, "well, he was wrong. Yer worth a lot and not just because of yer power level." Broly tensed and looked down to hide his blush. "Are ya ok, Broly?" Goku was concerned with Broly's body language. "Lemo, sex schedule starts right now." With that, Broly got up, picking up Goku like a potato sack and carried a fussy, wiggling Goku to the nest. Raditz's tail swished angrily as he watched his baby brother, almost kicking and screaming, be taken by his mate to the nest. Bardock was quick to notice this and growled warningly at Raditz. "Brat, ya wouldn't stand a chance against Broly." Raditz closed his eyes and sighed, "I know." He stood up and left the cave. "I better go with him." Vegeta stretched and grabbed one last bite of food before going after his future mate. "So, mister 'I'm gonna subject warriors more powerful than I to a sex schedule'. Ya better make yerself scarce before yer sensibilities get the best of ya." Bardock turned and started rubbing himself against Toma, kissing whatever skin he could reach. Toma tried holding back his smile but failed as soon as Bardock's hand palmed him through his under armor. "Sorry, Lemo. I think after the night's meal... Is a, uh, good time for us to be 'intimate' with each other. So you better- Oh~ leave. You're always welcome to watch if you change your mind." Toma was already dripping from Bardock's ministrations. He grabbed his mate by the hair and pulled him into a deep kiss. Cheelai blushed and covered her cheeks. Lemo also got a pink tint to his face, but quickly stood up and left to the capsule house. "Coming, Cheelai?" He turned to look at his green friend. "Hu-uh?" Cheelai was fixated on the couple in front of her and the couple in the bed of furs. Lemo rolled his eyes and let her be. Turles, seized the opportunity to scooch next to Cheelai. "Marvelous, aren't they?" "They are~" Cheelai breathed out. "How would you like a Saiyan of your own?" Turles purred in her ear. "Eh?!" Cheelai pulled back and flushed all over. "You guys are too much for me. I couldn't even fit Broly…" She hushed herself by slapping a hand over her mouth. "I can assure you I'm not as huge as Broly. I'm just the right size for you." The dark skinned Saiyan petted Cheelai's chin with his tail. "Whaddaya say?" Cheelai turned her head towards the couples making out. Then turned towards the handsome Saiyan currently seducing her. She looked him over; chiseled body, beautiful skin, a face to die for… Then nodded her head. Why the Hell not?
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Two sweaty bodies writhed against each other on the bed of furs. The others were training outside, so it was the perfect moment for Goku and Broly to sneak inside and get intimate.True to his word, Lemo had made a schedule on a board a few days ago and placed it on a big crate next to the low table where they ate, so everyone could read it and be reminded. Saiyans could only have sex early in the morning or at night inside the cave, as long as they were quiet about it. Outside, so long as Lemo wasn't around, they could have all the noisy sex they wanted.Now, however, nobody was in the cave, and sparring against such a powerful opponent, Broly, Goku had gotten the urge to get mounted by the larger Saiyan. "Broly!" Goku moaned his mate's name against Broly's lips. He nudged the other off and started getting undressed. Broly followed his lead and moments later they were both naked. Broly crawled towards Goku, his tail waved slowly in the air. As soon as he was close to the smaller warrior, Broly pounced on him and pinned him to the bed. Goku chuckled in delight. "We dun have time t' play around much. Get inside, I'm already drippin'." Broly nodded and positioned himself at Goku's breeder. He pushed inside and whimpered at the tight fit. Goku let out a long breath of air and wrapped his legs around the bulky Saiyan. His hands came up to cup Broly's cheeks and caress his face. Broly started purring and nuzzling his nose against Goku's hands. Goku hummed and went limp onto the nest, simply enjoying some time with his mate, and the feel of him inside. He lay there, legs spread and looking up at his mate, affection shining in both their eyes.Their tails tangled together and Broly started moving his hips slowly with long hard deep thrusts. He moaned out loud when he felt Goku tighten around his cock.Goku's breeder was pulsing from excitement, both from the feeling of his mate's shaft inside and from breaking the rules. He ondulated his body in time with Broly's thrusts, creating a sensual rhythm that had both Saiyans crying out sounds of passion.Broly watched Goku's flushed face, his half lidded eyes, his full lips, eyebrows drawn together, the sweat dripping from his temples. He pressed his lips against Goku's and kissed him, pouring his soul into the kiss while keeping a steady pace with his hips. "Broly." Goku panted his lover's name as soon as the larger Saiyan parted to breath in much needed air. "I lo-" "What do you two think you're doing?!" Lemo stood in front of them with a stern look on his face. Goku and Broly turned to see the orange alien tapping his shoe on the rocky floor, hands on his hips. "I GAVE YOU A SCHEDULE! You need to curb your vulgar activities. We agreed that you guys can have sex certain times of the day inside the cave. You agreed to this! Besides, Goku, you still haven't asked your friend for that fan, the air in this cave is thick with the smell of sex! There's still chocolate and other… Stuff all over the floor, I can't find any clean bed sheets for my bed, which you broke! This cave needs to be cleaned and-"
Goku's vision started to blur. Flashbacks of a certain fiery woman with black hair floated into his mind. Images of her hounding Goku for the smallest of things burst into the front of his brain; her screeching voice, her imposing stance, her never satisfied attitude, her disregard for his interests and the need to get stronger to keep everyone, including her, safe, her excluding him from having a say in how to raise his cubs… And most of all, her incessant need for him to be acting like a 'normal human'! "So yer sayin' I shouldn't act Saiyan." Goku gave the small alien a look, "yer sayin' that we should go against our nature just because yer not gettin' any and ya feel left out." Lemo's eyes widened. "What? That's not-" "I can't always pay attention to other people's needs and ignore mine. I spent years not getting any decent sex. Now that I finally get to try latcher dick, I'm done acting like I'm ashamed of liking it. He's huge inside me. I can even feel the veins, and I love it! Broly," Goku turned to his mate, "fuck the daylights outta me!" Broly was surprised by the change in his normal calm mate, but he wasn't one to deny such a request.Lemo froze. The easy going Saiyan's outburst was not expected. He stood stock still watching as Broly drilled into Goku, making the smaller Saiyan moan with every thrust. "Ohh, yes! Broly yer so big inside me! Harder! Harder! Slam my cunt like ya mean it!" The small alien blushed, not able to keep himself from feeling arousal even if it was unwanted.After a few seconds of not being able to find his voice, Lemo cleared his throat, "the reason I came looking for you was to ask you if you knew how to use the baking machine." "Ya mean the, mmmf! The oven? Ohh~" Goku panted with each word, "yeah, ya just -gasp- Set the temperature, ohhh, and then -groan- Put the food in there. So good! After ya reach the desired temperature. Fuck yes! Then ya set the timer… UGH! To whatever time ya- Ya want- BROLY!!! YES, YES, RIGHT THERE! FUCK ME!" The orange alien had a shell shocked expression on his face. He was paying more attention to Goku's moaning than what the Saiyan was trying to explain. "I'm sorry, can you run that by me again?" Goku felt Broly pull out. "NO! What are ya-" Broly grabbed Goku, flipped him over so he could reach deeper inside him, and continued with the onslaught. "Oh, gods! ASK VEGETAAAAHAAA!!!" Goku shouted the last part when Broly bottomed out. As if summoned like a demon to a pentagram, the Prince entered the cave. "Kakarot? Did you just scream my name while getting fucked by your mate?" The victorious smirk on Vegeta's face was not lost on Goku. "It's- It's not how it l-looks like!" Goku gasped. "Can ya tell, fuck, Lemo how to use the o-OH-ven? Fuck yes!" The Prince quirked an eyebrow, "I see you got tired of the schedule." "Shut up." The Earth raised Saiyan panted and gasped with each of Broly's thrusts. "You know, I could feel you." The Prince swung his tail high in the air. "Oh, yeah. The -mmm- Bond." Goku whimpered at a particularly deep thrust. "Indeed. And you do know what that means, correct?" Vegeta approached the nest. "Ohhh, no! No, no." Lemo waved his hands. "RADITZ!" The Prince roared, "GET IN HERE AND FUCK ME!" Lemo recoiled. "All I want to do is bake something for our next meal!" Vegeta stopped and looked at him, "will you make cake?" "I don't know what that is!" The orange alien countered. "RADITZ, MOVE IT!" Vegeta called again. "Ok, ok, I'll make this... Cake thing. Just show me how to use the baking machine." "Very well." Vegeta made his way into the capsule house to show Lemo how to use the oven. Raditz had heard Vegeta calling him and made his way to the cave. He didn't expect to see his little brother getting vigorously fucked by Broly when he entered, however, but at this point he wasn't surprised, and just stood there and enjoyed watching the two Saiyans writhe on the nest. Vegeta came out of the house with Lemo not far behind. "Understood? I shall bring you a recipe for cake and the-" Vegeta stopped midtrack when he saw his chosen standing there, looking at Broly and Goku, and a sizable erection was already tenting Raditz's under armor. "RADITZ!" Vegeta spat. "Get. Naked." Raditz startled, "as you wish, Highness." He didn't dare question his prince, even though he did vote for the schedule and now was not the time for sex, and immediately took his under armor and boots off. "Hey, that's not what we agreed on!" Lemo complained. "If I recall, I did not agree to anything. You just asked me to show you how to use an Earth oven, and I did. I shall find you the recipe for cake and the ingredients, and you shall make it." Vegeta looked at his naked future mate and started getting undressed himself. "Besides, you better get used to this, because if I or Kakarot is fucking, the other one is going to fuck too, thanks to our bond." Vegeta now stood naked in the cave's main chamber. He sauntered over to the long haired Saiyan, pulling his gloves off and letting them fall to the floor, and ran his hands on the broad chest, "get on the bed, Raditz." He watched as the taller Saiyan lay on the nest. Lemo threw his arms up, "I give up." And left to start gathering ingredients for the meal. Vegeta climbed on top of Raditz and sat down on his lap. He started moving his hips in a circular fashion, slicking up the length of Raditz's cock.The long haired Saiyan sighed and began thrusting his hips to meet the Prince's, every once in a while, however, his attention would drift to the other pair and his rhythm would become sloppy. "Raditz!" Vegeta barked at his lover. "Sorry." Raditz apologized and turned his attention back to the Prince. Vegeta frowned at the older Saiyan and lifted himself. He angled Raditz's shaft, and with the next thrust down, he sank himself on the hard member.Raditz moaned as he was engulfed by Vegeta's warm channel. The Prince immediately began a fast pace, trying to match Goku and Broly's. A loud moan made Raditz look back up at his brother, their eyes met and he became distracted again. "Focus!" Vegeta snapped at the distracted warrior. Raditz apologized again. "You are servicing ME. Not your brother." "Well, with the bond and all," Goku panted, "he is, hnnnn~ Kinda fucking both of us." Raditz couldn't help a groan from escaping his mouth. His eyes drifted towards Goku. "Not the point." Vegeta snarled. "Really, Raditz. You and your brother fetish." Vegeta slammed down on his future mate's cock, again and again. Raditz shouted and moaned with each downward thrust Vegeta made. "F-fuck!" He gritted his teeth and grabbed Vegeta by the hips, "yer gonna make me cum too fast if ya keep doing that." "That is the idea. Broly, let us make our partners see stars." Vegeta smirked at the wild Saiyan. Broly smiled back and got to work. He increased the pace of his thrusts and drove into Goku with ferocity.The Saiyans soon reached the edge and together cried out their pleasure. Vegeta slumped on top of Raditz's sweaty body and Goku let himself fall on the nest of green furs, both still pulsing from the powerful orgasms made stronger from feeling each other climax.When all four caught their breaths, Goku broke the silence. "Man! I could go for another round. Wanna trade after we get unstuck?" He asked Vegeta. The Prince did have a preference for Raditz, but he didn't want Goku to slip back into his human ways. He also hadn't had the chance to be with the wild Saiyan for a while. "Very well, Kakarot."
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Toma had fought with great effort against Turles and Bardock, Cheelai had watched them from a distance and cheered for Turles. During the several days that had passed, she had fallen into a routine of sorts with the dark skinned Saiyan. Seeing as the others were far too preoccupied with their partners, Turles had been the only option. Not that she minded. She'd never had a better lover than him. Turles always put her pleasure first, he had made an effort to learn all her weak spots and exploited them perfectly. Plus, she could be as tough as she wanted to with the Saiyan and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash at her roughness. Their recent relationship was cathartic for the both of them. By now Toma was quickly losing speed against the two warriors. He was becoming exhausted. "C'mon, Toma. Ya need to transform if yer gonna beat us!" Bardock taunted. "Or just admit defeat!" Turles shouted. Toma growled and powered up as much as he could. "He needs something to tip him over. Any ideas, Bardock?" Turles panted, happy to finally get some real sparring done. Bardock thought for a moment. An idea struck his mind and he called out to his mate, "Toma! Think about the time when we found out I was pregnant!" Toma's eyes widened and turned teal as he roared. A golden aura enveloped his body. His hair flashed from dark ebony to yellow blond. "Ohhhh, MY!" Bardock looked at the newly transformed Toma. His muscles were almost two sizes bigger, his tanned skin was damp with sweat and it shown under his golden form, his face- That handsome face! And the golden hair… Toma let out a breath of air, "did I do it? OOF-" Bardock rammed himself into his mate's face, legs wrapped around Toma's head, and both fell, tumbling to the rocky floor. Toma fell on his back with Bardock still attached to him.Bardock was not unlike a wild beast. He turned around on Toma's face, ripped his mate's under armor off, and buried his face in his crotch. "Even your pubes are golden!" Bardock's mouth watered, "OH, MY GODS! YOU'RE EVEN BIGGER THAN BEFORE!" He took in Toma's new size. This wasn't even his final form. Bardock pumped Toma with a tight fist, making the other Saiyan wince, "easy, ‘Dock! You're going to pull my dick off!" "Sorry, I just-" Bardock dove in and practically choked himself on the hardening cock, and started swallowing. Drool ran down the length and balls, and pooled on the ground below. Turles calmly floated down to where Cheelai sat. She was covering her mouth and blushing. "Heheh, I wonder what the others are up to…" Cheelai tried to make small talk. "Oh, I heard Vegeta screaming for Raditz to fuck him." "How?" "Saiyans have very good hearing. Or are you asking how Raditz is supposed to fuck Vegeta?" Turles winked at the green alien. Cheelai flushed more, "you know what I was asking." Turles sat next to Cheelai and observed the two Saiyans get their sex on. He suddenly flinched and touched his neck.Cheelai noticed and frowned. Odd, soldiers who also did that exact same movement was because… Her eyes widened. Could it be possible that Turles had one? All of a sudden, Cheelai didn't feel safe around him. "How about we have a repeat of those times when I had you screaming my name?" Turles' seductive voice interrupted her thoughts. "Oh… Sorry, I'm not in the mood." "That can be fixed~" Turles leaned down to nuzzle her neck. Cheelai stiffened. The only thing she could think of to get the other away from her was to touch the side of his neck where Turles had touched. The reaction was immediate. Turles flinched away and screamed, "DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!" Cheelai had her doubts confirmed. "You DO have one! You- You're working for him aren't you!" "It's not what you think! It's more complicated than that." "Complicated, my ass!" Turles dropped to his knees and grabbed Cheelai's hands, "he'll kill me if I don't keep him updated." Cheelai looked into Turles' eyes. She quirked an eyebrow. Her species were known for having a strong sense of intuition after all. She could see truth in his eyes. "I believe you." She spoke softly. "Don't tell anyone. This is a problem I need to see to myself." "But we can help you!" Turles got up, "trust me, they will see it as treason and probably kill me themselves. I'm… My kind is very disposable to other Saiyans." Turles looked down. "Not Goku!" Cheelai stood up and touched the dark skinned Saiyan's arm, "he wouldn't allow anything bad happen to you. And Broly… Ha! He's a sweetheart. He would never hurt anyone." "There are others besides them, mainly the two Saiyans that have the deciding vote on my fate; Bardock and Vegeta. They hate me, and will NOT forgive me for what I'm doing." "It'll be worse the more time passes by. What do you expect? For things to just get solved on their own?" "I can't risk my mission." "What IS your mission?" "If I told you, you will surely turn against me." Cheelai thought for a moment, "it's Broly, isn't it?" Turles looked away, cursing the smart alien's cleverness. "He's waiting for Broly to gain control over himself. I am to let him know the moment Broly becomes… Tame." Turles told her half the story. "I don't know what else he has planned." He lied, hoping it would get past her. "Probably recruit him. At least try to. But Broly will never join the likes of him." Cheelai crossed her arms and looked at the darkening sky. "Bugs will come out soon. Hordes of them. We need to get inside." Turles nodded and started walking towards the cave, he didn't feel like flying. Cheelai jogged up to him, "aren't you going to tell Bardock and Toma to get inside?" "You kidding? Those two won't stop til Bardock gets a mouthful of cum. Hell, Bardock is far more likely to kill any bug just for interrupting him while he's blowing someone. They can handle themselves." Turles bumped softly into Cheelai, "the bugs don't stand a chance against two Super Saiyans." "What about you? Can you go super?" Turles outright laughed. - The pack was gathered at the table to eat Lemo's baked quiche-looking meal and the cake. After their sex session, Vegeta had sent Goku to Earth to gather ingredients for the cake. After much bickering from Goku, saying he was nobody's delivery boy, Vegeta had pulled ranks on him and Goku had finally obeyed.Lemo turned out to be a wiz in the kitchen, much to everyone's surprise, and with the recipe, the orange ex soldier had managed to make a decent lemon cake. Pretty big too, but not big enough for the sweet toothed warriors.Eventually, the group had gotten tired of waiting for Bardock and Toma to appear and Vegeta had ordered everyone to dig in. Nobody had opposed. "Leave some for them." Raditz spat at the dark skinned Saiyan. "This is just too good!" Turles reached to take another slice of the confection. His hand was stopped by Raditz's and the long haired Saiyan growled. "I can always make more, you guys." Lemo sweat dropped. He was glad that his foreign cooking skills were so accepted among the pack, not that he thought Saiyans were picky eaters, but them fighting over his food was a bit much. "I'm not gonna go back on an errand t' get more stuff." Goku pouted. "You shall go to wherever I command you to go." Vegeta said lightheartedly. Goku stuck his tongue at the Prince. Just then, two Saiyans came in, looking very pleased with themselves. One of them was very naked. Lemo humphed and averted his eyes from Toma's crotch, "why are you in a state of undress?" Toma scratched the back of his head, "it got destroyed…" Lemo crossed his arms, "we were waiting a long time for you guys to appear! What do you two have to say for yourselves?" Bardock flopped down at the table with a dreamy expression, and smiled lecherously at Lemo. "I had Super Saiyan cum dripping down my throat. From my mate." "Ya reached Super Saiyan?!" Raditz asked Toma eagerly. "How come I didn't feel ya?" Goku perked up. "You were on Earth getting supplies when it happened. I felt it." Vegeta provided. Raditz huffed. He wanted desperately to learn how to read ki. The bit of training he had done with Vegeta and Kakarot was still not enough. Toma chuckled meekly, "yeah. Finally. Sorry to make you all wait. Bardock didn't let me go until I came in his mouth several times." He took a seat next to said Saiyan, "thank you for the meal," and he dug in. "Mmm! This is good!" Toma swallowed Lemo's quiche. "What is it?" "Oh, it's a little something from my home planet. You wouldn't understand the ingredients if I spelled them out for you. It has nothing vile in it, I can assure you." "Mmmm~ I don't want anything in my mouth ruining the flavor of Toma's Super Semen." Bardock moaned. Toma blushed furiously, "do you HAVE to call it that?!" "Please, try it." Lemo served a slice for Bardock. "You can always have more of… Ahem, your mate's juice later." "Hm. Point. I am starving after all." Bardock quickly changed his mind and took a bite out of the slice. He groaned when flavor exploded in his mouth. "This is good stuff! Is there more?" Lemo chuckled, "knowing you Saiyans, I prepared a few of them." Bardock swallowed and elbowed his mate, "he knows how to provide for us." "You thinking about including him in the pack? Even if he's not Saiyan?" Toma raised his eyebrows. Bardock shrugged, "if he keeps up with the food like this, then yeah! The pack needs more food providers. Right, Vegeta?" The Prince nodded once, the quiche had indeed been delicious. Lemo blushed and tapped his head, "my cooking skills are not THAT good." "Now yer just bein' modest." Goku ate the last bite of his quiche, "this is really good!" He took a slice of cake and bit into it. "OH! Mmmm! And this is almost as good as Chichi's-" Goku stopped himself as soon as the name left his mouth. "What's a Chichi?" Broly asked. "Oh, she used t' be my mate on Earth." Goku twirled his fingers. Broly frowned. "Dun worry about her. We're not together anymore." "Are you going to not be together with me someday too?" Broly asked with legitimate concern. Goku choked on a piece of cake. Honestly, the things that worried Broly. Goku swallowed the bit of cake that almost got lodged inside his lungs. "Earth matin's ain't the same as Saiyan matin's. They ain't permanent. Dun worry, Broly. I would never leave ya." He leaned his forehead against Broly's shoulder. "He couldn't leave ya if he wanted to!" Raditz blurted out. Vegeta slapped him upside the head, making Raditz smash his face against a piece of lemon cake he was holding in his hand, about to eat it. "What?" Broly asked with a worried expression, "so that means you're stuck with me?" Goku looked back at his brother sitting next to him and scowled at him. He turned to look Broly straight in the eyes. "It means that I WANT t' get stuck with ya." Broly's demeanor changed and he happily started purring, the tip of his tail tapped merrily on the floor as he touched Goku's forehead with his. Turles made a face at the lovesick Saiyans. "Ugh, you two are sweeter than this…" He held up a half eaten piece of the sweet bread, "what's it called." "Cake." Goku and Vegeta said at the same time. "Cake." Turles repeated. He sensed someone watching him and looked up to see Cheelai with concern written all over her face. He slightly and slowly shook his head. Cheelai sighed and went back to eating her food. The little exchange wasn't lost on the ever observant Bardock. He filed the information for later. "Hey, Kakarot. You don't happen to have some garments that would fit me?" Toma asked his youngest cub. Goku swallowed the last bite of cake on his plate and thought. "I dun think any of my stuff would fit ya. Maybe Vegeta's spandex?" "You shall go fetch him proper clothing, Kakarot. I am not one to have my custom made outfits ruined by Toma's bulk." Goku grumbled. Knowing it would be a lost battle, Goku I.T.'d away to Earth to get Toma some new clothes. He would go to Bulma for help, he was sure she knew a thing or two about clothing. Little did he know, Bulma would be more than eager to get ALL the Saiyan warriors some nice fashionable clothing.
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Goku didn't return until much later that night, and he looked exhausted to the bone.Vegeta, Bardock, Toma, and Turles were playing that Saiyan conquering game, Broly was watching along with Cheelai and Lemo. Raditz had already lost and was lying on the nest with his arms under his head, looking pretty disappointed with himself for losing so soon.As soon as Broly felt Goku, he got up to greet him. Goku tiredly hugged him. "Hey, big guy. I need t' get t' bed. Join me?" Broly nodded. "Let me guess, you went to the woman for help." Vegeta snorted as he looked at the worn out Saiyan. "I diiiiid." Goku whined. "And she gave you more than you could chew." "Yeeeheheeeees." Goku made a long complaining sound and flopped down on the nest, avoiding the soiled spots. Broly lay next to him as close as their bodies allowed. "So did you get me some new shorts?" Toma asked the young Saiyan. "Yes. And no." Goku replied vaguely. Bardock looked at his third born and lifted an eyebrow, "ya either have them or ya don't." "I dun have them with me," Goku flipped to his stomach and addressed his carrier, "Bulma wants to make a show out of… Why are ya chewin' on my toothbrush again?" "I need something to chew on." Bardock said matter of factly. Goku grumbled and took out a small device from his pocket and started typing furiously on it. "What's that?" Raditz rolled next to his brother. "It's a 'state of the art' device that allows me t' communicate with Bulma rather than I.T. t' Earth every time. I'm tellin' her t' add some chewin' sticks t' the stuff she's preparin' for me. I'm pickin' it up tomorrow, so ya can leave my toothbrush the Hell alone!" "Alright, alright." Bardock lifted his hands and chuckled. "Here, have yer weird stick back." He tossed the toothbrush to Goku and he easily caught it, making a face as his hand closed around the wet end. "Explain, Kakarot. What did the woman mean by 'show'?" Vegeta looked expectantly at Goku. "She's gonna get us all new outfits. They'll serve as armor too. But she wants us t' pose for her. If she likes how they look, she'll make more. If she dun like it, it gets trashed." Vegeta roared with laughter. "Bulma, you bitch. I know exactly what is going through your genius perverted brain." "What, what do ya mean?" Goku asked. "Oh, you shall see come tomorrow." Vegeta stretched. "I believe you won again, Bardock. There is no point in continuing the game. You clearly have the advantage." Vegeta got up and began getting undressed for bed. "Alright, it's time for bed." Lemo rubbed his back and left to his room. "G'night, guys." Cheelai stood and made her way to the capsule house. Turles got up and chased after her. "I don't suppose you want to sleep in my nest tonight?" He asked as quietly as he could. "Sorry, Turles. You know why. I can't risk setting it off-" Turles quickly placed a hand on her mouth to stop her from finishing that phrase. He didn't want the others listening in. Cheelai whispered the next part as low as she could, "if you were considerate of anyone's life you would sleep in your own bed. Alone. That way nobody will accidentally throw their arm around you and, you know..." The green alien made a mock explosion gesture with her hands. Turles closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "Fine. You're right." He turned to leave, headed to his own smaller nest. The pack got ready for bed, each choosing their preferred spot with their preferred companion. "Ya won't join us, Turles?" Goku called as he got up to turn off the lights. "It's fine. I feel like having a nest to myself tonight. It gets cramped over there with you guys." Turles said dismissively. "Why aren't ya joining us?" Bardock squinted at the pirate. From what he could observe, Cheelai said something to him and then Turles decided to sleep alone, away from the rest. "Ha, it's not like I'm officially part of the pack, Bardy." Even though Turles had shared the bigger nest before on occasion, he didn't want to press his luck and get kicked out. "You've hunted with us, eaten with us, had sex with us, sparred with us… Might as well sleep with us." Toma pointed out. Bardock and Vegeta shared a look. The older Saiyan slightly shook his head. "We shall see about making you part of the pack officially." The Prince announced. To say that surprised Turles would be putting it mildly. The dark skinned Saiyan stood still for a moment, at a loss for words. "For now we shall rest." Vegeta lay back down and threw an arm around Raditz's chest. Turles nodded and settled down on his nest. He had so much going on in his mind, the biggest thought was how he would eventually have to betray them. Sleep would not come easy to him tonight. - The sun came out too early for the pirate. He got up and started licking himself when he remembered how much Cheelai preferred him showering. Might as well. He thought. As he was about to enter the round house, a hand on his shoulder stopped him, making Turles jump. "Yer up and about early. What are ya up to, Turles?" Bardock asked. "I'm just going to take a shower." Turles shrugged the hand off. "Ya know that's not what I mean." Bardock snarled at him. "Ok, fine, I was going to see if I could get some sex too." Turles tried avoiding the answer Bardock wanted. "Something's going on and I'm gonna find out what. Ya better be clean before joining the pack." "I just said I was going to shower-" "That's NOT what I meant and you know it. Yer not stupid, Turles. Yer my clone. Nothing stupid comes from me." "Woo~ Arrogant much?" "No. Just realistic." "What about Raditz, hmmm? He's not the brightest chip off the block." Bardock sneered at his clone and ignored the bait. "I know yer hiding something and it's just a matter of time before you or Cheelai fuck up and yer intentions are revealed." Turles' tail twitched, confirming Bardock's suspicions of Cheelai knowing what was up with Turles. Bardock pinned him against the wall of the house with one arm against his chest and growled. "Careful, Bardy. You don't want to turn me on now, do you?" Bardock huffed and let go of the pirate. He stepped away giving Turles one last glance before returning to his mate's side in the pack's nest.Turles quietly and unsteadily let out a breath of air and entered the capsule home. - Goku was already starting breakfast when some of the others woke up by the smell of food. "Morning everyone!" "You are much too cheerful in the morning." Vegeta's groggy voice came from the nest. "It's a big day today and I need t' get started early. Breakfast is served." A traditional japanese breakfast was served on the table. Goku had even made extra for the hungry Saiyans. "Morning." Raditz got up from the bed and approached his brother, stretching as he did so. "Hi." Came Goku's timid voice, as he saw his brother completely naked. "W-why dontcha get dressed…" Raditz noticed how Goku's face lit up. "Only for you, baby brother." If Raditz wasn't as hungry as he was, he would've teased Goku more, but as it stood, he picked up his under armor from the floor and put it on. Vegeta and Bardock got dressed and joined Raditz at the table. Goku went to the nest to wake up his mate. He straddled Broly's frame and lay on his broad chest. "wakey, wakey." Goku pecked Broly's lips, the other Saiyan immediately woke up and returned the chaste kiss. Broly stretched and turned around, trapping Goku beneath him. "Morning." Broly started purring and nuzzling Goku's neck, making the smaller warrior giggle. "Time to eat, Broly." Goku said. "I have my meal right here." Broly commented, much to Goku's surprise. Broly started thrusting his naked form against Goku. "Uh! Broly, now's not the time. We're all waitin' t' eat." "I need you. I'll be quick." Broly panted as his hips started moving faster. Goku whimpered as Broly's erection rubbed insistently against his own growing member. "Broly!" "Will you two keep it down?" Toma turned on his stomach and covered his head. Bardock smirked at his mate. Toma was NOT a morning Saiyan, by far. "C'mon, Toma. Breakfast will get cold." "Why don't you give me a nice warm 'good morning' like our kid did with HIS mate?" Toma lifted himself from the bed and cocked an eyebrow at Bardock. Bardock chuckled and got up from the table. "Oh, noooooo." Vegeta leaned on his hand and grumbled. "I'm huuuuungryyyyy!" Raditz whined. "Oh, this will take but a second." Bardock assured the hungry Saiyans at the table. The scarred Saiyan reached the nest and flipped Toma around. He immediately went to work on his mate's dick. "Good morning, everyone." Lemo came out of the house and greeted the Saiyans. "Shit." Bardock cussed and let go of Toma's erection. He licked his hand and made his way back to the table. Toma chased after him. "You're not going to finish?!" "Lemo's awake. You know the rules." Bardock responded. Toma was left gaping like a fish. He looked at Lemo, the orange alien had a stern look on his face and… A small blush? When their eyes met, Lemo quickly turned away. Bardock, ever the observer, noticed. "Oh, don't tell me… Ya have the hots for my mate?!" Lemo's blush immediately became more apparent. "Nothing of the sort! I'm just not used to seeing aroused warriors walk around in the buff!" Lemo sat down on his usual place and started serving himself. Bardock snorted and smiled his million dollar smile, "you like him~" He sing-sang. "Enough! Now let's eat." Lemo barked. Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at the strange alien. "Only I say when the others can eat." "Oh. Apologies, can we eat now?" Lemo said sarcastically. Two loud groans came from the nest and Vegeta shuddered. If it were any other time of the day he would've asked Raditz to take care of him, but mornings and Vegeta never agreed with each other. After feeling his bonded mate orgasm, the Prince called the two Saiyans to the table. Broly got dressed and sat down at the table while Goku changed pants AND his top. Broly came a lot in the mornings. "Where's Cheelai and Turles?" Broly asked. "Oh, they'll come out when they're ready." Lemo provided. As soon as Goku joined the rest, Vegeta gave the others permission, and they all began to eat. "Wait! Yer not doin' it right." Goku grabbed two chopsticks and demonstrated how to eat a traditional japanese meal. "Ya dun use yer bare hands like that." Goku chuckled. Vegeta continued eating his meal with the chopsticks, already used to them. The others weren't having an easy time, however. "How in the world do you use these things?" Eventually, Lemo was the only one left to figure out chopsticks, Saiyans being extremely fast learners. "I prefer to use my hands…" Raditz took a small tamagoyaki with the chopsticks, dipped it in sauce, and ate it. He moaned at the delicious flavors. "These are so good!" Toma took a rice ball and bit down on the chopsticks too hard, breaking them. "Shit." He mumbled with his mouth full and pulled out the broken pieces. "Again? That's the second time, sweetheart. Ya need to ease them into yer mouth without biting on them." Bardock demonstrated. "That's easy for you to say. You're the mouth expert!" Toma grumbled as he took a third pair of chopsticks. Bardock smirked and continued eating. - Several servings later, the group was done with breakfast. They left Turles and Cheelai their portions and left to do their daily activities. Goku however, had plans for the day, and he I.T.'d back to Earth and set off to Bulma's place.When he arrived, an overestatic blue haired scientist welcomed him. "SON! You won't believe what I got for you guys!" And so it began.
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The two recently showered lovers came out of the capsule house. Breakfast was waiting for them, albeit cold. That was easily fixable, however. Turles warmed up the items with ki and immediately dug in. "Where is everyone?" Cheelai asked as she served herself a plate. "Ou'shide, shparring." Turles spoke around a mouthful. "You can hear them?" A hum and a nod were her answer as Turles didn't stop stuffing his mouth. Cheelai watched him, not a little grossed out. "You Saiyans do have a way of eating…" She said noncommittally. Turles swallowed, "I'm hungry." He shovelled more food into his mouth. Cheelai sighed and continued eating.When they were done, they exited the cave and saw the others in the distance, as Turles said, sparring. They were all fighting against Broly, except for Lemo. He was checking out his scouter, measuring all their ki levels, awing and gasping.Turles looked around, searching for Goku. "Shit. He's not here." "Who? Goku? He left to Earth after breakfast." Lemo provided. Turles looked towards Cheelai, shrugging. "You'll catch him later." She shrugged back and sat down. "I think I may join them. Broly could use a real challenge. Five against him will tilt the scale to our side." Turles took off and joined the sparring against the wild Saiyan. "You two sure took your damn time." Lemo casually commented. "Oh, well, if you tried a Saiyan you wouldn't blame me." Lemo choked, "enough with that. I don't want a Saiyan lover and even if I did, they're way out of my league. I'm too old." "Oh, so THAT'S what's holding you back." Cheelai got up and yelled for Toma to come down. "CHEELAI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Lemo panicked. He stood up and covered her mouth but it was too late. Toma heard the call and floated down, catching a breath of air while he was at it. "You called?" Cheelai shrugged Lemo's hand off. "Yeah, help me out here. If an old guy were to come on to you, would you mind him being older than you? Would you turn him down for being older?" Toma stared at Cheelai and then burst out, laughing joyfully. "I'll have you know that my mate, the most important person in my life, is much much MUCH older than I am." "Oh, so you don't mind older guys!" Cheelai said excitedly. "Not at all! As long as they're Saiyan and sexually mature I'm fine with any age." Toma leaned in and whispered not too softly, "although I do have a preference for older guys." "I HEARD THAT." Bardock's voice came from the distance. Toma chuckled and flew back to the others, pulling his mate away for a spell and kissing him deeply before returning to the fight.Cheelai's bubble was burst. She sullenly sat back down along with Lemo. "See? I told you it'd be no use. Saiyans like other Saiyans." Lemo chided her. "Turles is ok with having all kinds of lovers." "Well, I'm not interested in him." Lemo realized what he said and blushed, "not that I'm interested in any of them!" Cheelai gave him a knowing look and let it rest, for now. - Broly was getting quickly overwhelmed with the added opponent, he couldn't focus on five bodies and his self control at the same time. Punches and kicks were starting to land more frequently, and Broly felt his rage bubble up along with his ki. "Focus, Broly!" Vegeta roared. The wild Saiyan growled as his irises began turning golden. - Back on Earth, Goku suddenly snapped his head up in the elevating ki's direction. He could feel Broly slowly losing control. It was odd he was able to feel Broly losing control and not Toma when he transformed. Maybe it was because Broly was his mate? "Bulma! We hafta go. NOW!" "Don't rush me, Son. I still need to choose the music we're going to be playing. Hmmm. There's disco, house, eurodance…" Bulma picked up a few of her flash sticks with music genres written on them and read them one by one. Goku started jogging on the spot as he felt Broly's energy spike more. "C'mooooon, Bulma. I'm serious! We got t' go!" Bulma was still deciding on which to take when Goku felt his mate's ki snap. The Earth Saiyan reached around Bulma and grabbed all of the small memory sticks, "WE'LL TAKE ‘EM ALL." He tossed the flash drives inside the bag of goodies and grabbed Bulma by the arm, teleporting them to Broly's flared ki. Vegeta felt Goku's energy signal right before said Saiyan appeared along with another energy signal that belonged to his wife. "Kakarot!" Vegeta flew down to him with a worried look on his face. "Broly-" "I know." Goku placed the bag down and flew to his breeding mate. Broly had both hands grabbing his head and he was screaming. The other Saiyans watched from a distance as his hair started flickering in and out of gold. Goku reached Broly and placed his hands on his cheeks. He gently tilted his face up and placed a kiss on Broly's lips, silencing his cries. "Focus on me." Goku whispered against the wild Saiyan's lips. Broly panted and whimpered, his ki still unstable. Goku run a hand through his hair lovingly while still kissing his mate. "Come back to me, Broly." He whispered again. Broly's eyes opened and he brought his hands down to cup Goku's cheeks as he deepened the kiss. His ki was still flared, however, and teetering on the edge of transformation. "I'm here." Goku assured him. "Feel my energy." Broly closed his eyes again and touched his forehead to Goku's, focusing on the smaller Saiyan's energy. "K-Kakarot," Broly called in a trembling voice, "I- I n-need you." He gritted out. Goku nodded and flew them to the ground. He lay on the rocky floor and pulled Broly on top, the larger Saiyan immediately attacked Goku's mouth while tearing at their clothing. "Oh, my." Bulma raised her eyebrows at the two partly naked Saiyans, "seems like I came at a bad time… Or did I?" Vegeta rolled his eyes and grabbed Bulma by the waist. "Everyone, to the cave." He picked up the bag Goku was carrying and flew them to the shelter. The other Saiyans followed without question. Turles offered to fly Lemo and Cheelai to their house to which they accepted. It was a relatively short walk to the cave, but the two aliens felt Goku and Broly needed the privacy as soon as possible. As soon as Bulma entered the cave she pinched her nose. " Ugh, how can you live in this place?" "Thank you." Lemo emphasized. The Saiyans looked offended by the remarks. Bulma snatched the bag from Vegeta and dug around it, finally pulling out a capsule that read ‘fan' on it. She returned the bag to her husband before going deeper into the cave and throwing the capsule on the floor. An industrial size fan appeared out of thin air and Bulma connected it to the main energy source. "So how're the solar panels working out for you guys?" "Splendidly." Vegeta answered. Bulma turned on the fan and bit by bit, the air inside the cave was cleared. The blue haired woman started walking around the cave, making calculations in her mind. "So, Vegeta. Who's the blue haired person?" Bardock asked Vegeta. "That is my Earth mate. Her name is Bulma. She has given me two cubs." "WHAT?!" Three Saiyans shouted. Raditz knew that Vegeta had a circle back on Earth, but it never came up in a conversation, so he didn't bother telling the others. "I didn't know you had cubs!" "They're half breeds!" "What does that matter?" "Did you give birth to them?" Vegeta closed his eyes. "ENOUGH!" He shouted. "Who I choose to have cubs with is my business, Bardock! And, no, Turles. I did not carry them." "Hey, guys!" Bulma came back to the group after deciding where the stage should be placed. "Sorry for not introducing myself, I'm Bulma! I'm the one who has been providing you with all that delicious food and water." Bulma winked to the Saiyans. The Saiyans' tone changed immediately. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm-" "Oh, I remember you, you're Raditz. I was there when you kidnapped Gohan, remember?" Bulma interrupted gleefully. "Vegeta's told me all about you. I feel like we know each other." Bulma held out her hand. Vegeta gently put her hand down. "I have told you what giving your hand means, woman. Saiyan greetings are different." "Oh, I remember. I was asking him for permission." Raditz gawked at the blue haired human and blushed. He held out his hand for Bulma to grasp. The scientist grabbed Raditz's hand and kissed it. "You do realize what you just did, woman?" "I do, Vegeta. Geez, stop worrying so much." By kissing Raditz's hand, Bulma had granted him permission to treat her as he would treat a lover. Vegeta had to stop an involuntary purr that threatened to burst through. Bulma turned to the next Saiyan, "scar on your cheek, messy hair just like Goku's, and eighties style getup. You must be Bardock!" The older Saiyan huffed. Bulma approached him and leaned up as far as she could to reach his ear. "I hear you're a genius with your mouth." Bardock squinted. The Earthling was obviously trying to get on his good side. "Oh! I remember, I got something for you that you'll love." Bulma took her bag from Vegeta and reached inside. She pulled out a rectangular box. "Here, open it." Bardock looked at the object and took it. He opened it and raised an eyebrow, "these are sticks…" "Try one!" Bulma told the older warrior. Bardock reluctantly grabbed a stick and placed it in his mouth. "It tastes weird." "Chew on it a little bit." Bulma prompted. As soon as Bardock chewed on the stick, flavor burst into his mouth. He couldn't help but moan at the strange sugary taste. "Those are called zoethout. It means 'sweet wood'. They're like fifty times stronger than sucrose! That's an element found in the sugar we use on Earth. These roots are popular in the Netherlands and I got them especially for you." Bulma had Bardock in the palm of her hand with this treat. "Hmmm," Bulma turned to Toma. "You have a bite mark on your shoulder, so I can safely assume you're Toma, Bardock's mate, correct?" Toma laughed and scratched his head, "that is correct." "I hear you're a sweetheart, definitely not aggressive like most Saiyans. I got you some clothes, although I do not mind seeing you naked~" Bulma eyed the tanned Saiyan openly. "WOMAN!" Vegeta blushed at his vulgar mate. "And you," Bulma looked at Turles, "you're that space pirate that tried to destroy our planet with that tree of yours, Turles." Turles smirked and bowed, "at your service. Any friend of Vegeta's is a friend of mine." "Not so fast, mister. You need to apologize for all the strife you caused us." Bulma crossed her arms. Turles was left gaping, not knowing what to say. "I- Apologize then." He was seething inside but if this individual was the one that provided them all with food and commodities, he had to stay on her good side. "I do hope that he's behaving." Bulma looked at Vegeta. "He's trying." Turles sneered at the Prince. "And who are you two?" Bulma asked, referring to Cheelai and Lemo. "I'm Lemo." The orange alien held out a hand as a greeting. Bulma accepted it, "I hope holding hands doesn't mean something different in your culture." She chuckled. "Not at all. It's just a greeting." Lemo smiled. "And I'm Cheelai! It's nice to have another woman around." She held out her hand and Bulma took it. "Oh, for sure! We gotta get together sometime on Earth and have a ladies' night out or something." Cheelai quirked an eyebrow, not quite understanding what Bulma meant, but nodded her head anyways. "Well!" Bulma put the bag down and clapped her hands, "while we wait for Goku and Broly to come back, how about you all take a quick shower," she pointedly looked at the Saiyans, "I have big plans for you guys, and you owe me for all the nice things I've given you." She winked at the dumbstruck warriors.
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"Broly~" Goku moaned his mate's name as Broly penetrated him. The wild Saiyan was in no state of mind to keep things slow. He needed release and he needed it as soon as possible. "I'm sorry." He apologized. "Hmm? For what?" Goku was confused. "For this." Broly let his aura spill into his legendary form. His size increased, every muscle in his body almost doubled in size. The one Goku felt the most was the muscle inside him. "Ahh- HAAAAAAAAA!" Goku cried out in pain as he was stretched to accommodate Broly's bigger size. He had to power up as well to keep his flesh from tearing apart. Broly didn't stop there. Soon after transforming he started a punishing pace. Goku shouted and moaned, the feelings bounced between pleasure and pain. He bit down on his lips when he felt Broly's dick press against his cervix. How was he supposed to fit Broly's cock head in there?! "Broly! Ya can't- Ya can't knot me like this!" Goku gritted. "Yer too big!" The larger Saiyan tried processing his mate's words. His mind was foggy and he couldn't concentrate on a single thing. "Come inside me, but dun go in too deep." Goku elaborated. Don't go in too deep. Don't go in too deep. Broly mentally repeated the phrase like a mantra.The large Saiyan sat up, pulling Goku with him and sat him on his lap. Goku rather knelt on his lap, Broly's dick was too big to go down to the base and actually sit on his lap. Broly hugged Goku's middle and started pumping his hips up and down, a little more than half his size went in, which was enough to not spear through into Goku's womb.It didn't take him long to reach his peak and he came inside with a shout. His aura danced dangerously around him. A sizeable crater appeared around them and rocks were shot like projectiles in all directions.The most amazing thing of all was that Broly's mind was clear now. He was in his Super Saiyan Legendary form and he was clear headed. He turned to look at Goku and saw a pained expression on his face. Broly gasped and pulled Goku off his cock. "I'm sorry." "It's ok. Ya needed that." Goku gave him a crooked smile. "Are ya with me?" Broly nodded. "That's great! Yer learnin' t' control yer power." Broly sighed and powered down. He bent over to kiss his mate softly. "We better get goin'." Goku got up on trembling legs. "The rest are waitin' for us." "What about you? You haven't come." Broly felt really bad not giving his mate an orgasm. Goku chuckled, "it's ok. This was about you. Ya needed release. It's all good." He turned to leave when he felt Broly grab his hand. Goku turned to look at his mate and his heart broke at Broly's expression. "Broly, it's fine. It dun always hafta be both of us comin'. I'm sure ya'll make up for it next time!" That seemed to calm Broly down a bit. When he saw Goku walking with a limp, however, Broly couldn't take it anymore and he swept the smaller warrior off his feet and carried him to the cave bridal style. - The two Saiyans arrived at the cave and saw the others were sitting in front of a tripod screen. Bulma was explaining something to them. "Oh! Just in time, you two-" Bulma stared at the Saiyans with tattered clothing not covering their bits at all."-I was about to play a video so you guys can see how this modeling stuff works. You ok, Son?" "Oh! Eheheh. Broly, ya can put me down." Broly shook his head and walked to the nest, placing Goku down on the soft furs. He remained by Goku's side as if ready to do his bidding, whatever it may be. "I'm ok, Broly. Let's see what Bulma has to show us." Goku's top gi at least covered him, but Broly was completely exposed. Not that he cared. Broly didn't leave Goku's side. Bulma tried to ignore the two partially naked Saiyans, plus Toma, who was completely naked, and started playing the video. "Did you enjoy the legendary cock inside you, Kakarot?" Vegeta, having taken a seat on the furs, playfully whispered in Goku's ear. "Oh, shut up, 'Geta." He remembered when Broly was in his rut and had gone legendary inside his long term friend. The Earth raised Saiyan now held a different kind of respect for the Prince. The video continued as the outfits and models became raunchier. "A-ha-llright!" Turles cheered. "I am not degrading myself to this." Bardock chewed on his sugary stick. "I think it'll be fun." Toma, ever the optimist and go-getter, commented. "Oh, maaan…" Raditz groaned and buried his face in his hands, embarrassed at the prospect of having to strut in different outfits to please their human provider. The video was soon over and the Saiyans now had an idea of what was expected of them. "Well. Now we set up the stage and the clothes you'll be posing in." Bulma closed the tripod screen and asked Vegeta to set it to the side. She then went to the far end of the cave with a capsule in her hand and threw it far away from her. A small stage appeared in a poof of smoke. It had a runway and lights and everything catwalks needed. "Now for the clothing." She returned to the nest and grabbed a few capsules. The Saiyans, curious creatures that they were, watched as she threw the capsules, one by one, and racks of clothing appeared out of thin air. "How do you do that?" Bardock asked. "Capsule technology." Bulma winked. "It's what made my family multi billionaires. That means we're super wealthy." She stood straight and put her hand on her hip and winked at her husband. "It's how I was able to bag me one of the most powerful warriors in this universe." Vegeta had a coughing fit. Bardock smirked at the Prince, "Vegeta, ya little whore." "But ya didn't bag the more powerful warrior." Raditz winked back. Bulma laughed at that. "You're right. I wasn't able to get Goku. I didn't have Broly's footlong dick." Now was Goku's turn to choke. Bardock smirked at this vile blue haired creature, "we're gonna get along just fine." Goku had a bad feeling about them getting along. - The stage was set, cameras were in position, Bulma set up the surround floor stereos with her choice of music, the main lighting system was turned off, giving the illuminated stage the spotlight, and the Saiyans, sans Vegeta, he refused to be part of this charade, were putting on the first outfits behind the curtains. Bulma had specifically left a couple of racks for the very end.The racks were divided by colors and the Saiyans each chose the color that best suited their personality.The blue haired scientist offered Cheelai and Lemo some wine and they accepted. She poured herself a generous amount afterwards and was about to sit on the nest when Vegeta stopped her. "It is dirty." Vegeta grabbed the top fur and wrapped it in a big bundle. At this rate, the nest would soon disappear if they kept soiling each layer of fur and not wash the dirty ones. He threw the bundled up pelt to the corner where the other chocolate covered fur lay forgotten and made his way to the middle of the nest, facing the stage, and got comfortable. Cheelai and Lemo took their seats on the two undamaged chairs that were left. Bulma sat next to Vegeta with her glass of wine in one hand. The Prince scoffed. "You do know only the pack is allowed on the nest." Bulma smiled, "I am the pack, Vegeta." The small warrior laughed. True, if it weren't for Bulma they wouldn't have good food, water, the dragon radar, commodities, and a lot of other things the blue haired woman had given them out of the goodness of her heart. Indeed, if anyone belonged to the pack, it was Bulma, their biggest provider. "Let's get this show started!" She cheered for the others to come out as she pressed play on the remote control in her other hand. Music started blasting throughout the cave. Lemo startled when the big stereo next to him started playing an alluring loud song. Cheelai whooped and started adding moves to the beat of the song. "I can see your type likes to go to dance gatherings!" Lemo had to raise his voice so Cheelai could hear him. "Oh, yeah! All the time! We enjoy dancing very much!" Cheelai replied. The Prince harrumphed at the green alien. His eyes drifted towards his wife and he saw the intensity in her eyes as they were trained on the stage. "You finally got to play Saiyan dress up, did you not?" Vegeta didn't know if he should be mad at her for treating his warrior race as if they were like those anorexic human models he'd sometimes end up watching with his wife because Bulma liked to go to fashion shows. Vegeta thought the whole concept was an abomination. Bulma disagreed, and on many occasions, she would drag Vegeta to a few shows. When she suggested he participate in one of the shows as a model himself was where Vegeta drew the line. Being gawked at by a bunch of puny humans made him feel nauseous. "I told you I was going to get my Saiyan fashion show with or without you." Bulma flipped her short hair and took a sip of her wine. She savored it before swallowing and sighed. "We shall see how this plays out. At least it will be infinitesimally better than those human shows you force me to go to." The Prince watched his wife's lips curve up. "I have no doubt about that." Bulma replied.
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"Who goes first?" Toma asked Goku. Goku shrugged, "how should I know? I've never done this before." "I'll go first." Turles finished putting on some weird shoes with a stick protruding on the bottom of the heel. Bulma had packed a whole bunch of high heels, and boots, and pumps of all shapes, colors, and sizes. "Yeah. These fit better." Turles tossed the smaller shoes he tried on earlier aside. He stood up and wobbled a bit before getting his bearings and walking without tripping on himself. "I got this." He walked the steps to the curtains and opened them, revealing the tight outfit to the public. The audience cheered and whistled for him. Turles smiled, it wasn't every day he felt appreciated.He gave one step and closed the curtains behind him, never turning away from the audience. He gave another step, then another to the beat of the music. He strutted down the aisle, popping his hips from side to side with every step, remembering what the models in the video did. As he reached the end he stopped, placed his hands low on his hips, and turned to the side, sticking one leg out, and looking past the audience.The outfit Turles chose had high cut shorts, and a skin tight cropped top. The material was black spandex with double purple bolts running down the side of the entire outfit. The crop top had white print that read 'Cum Slut' on the front.Turles gave a little turn and showed his other side. Then he walked back to the curtains, his tail swayed happily up in the air.Vegeta had to admit that Turles, next to Bardock, had the best ass ever. The high heels he had put on made his rear pop out even more. Why hadn't he tapped that already was beyond him. Synthetic Saiyan or no, Turles' body was built to get fucked.The pirate reached the curtains and gave a side glance to the audience before spreading his legs some and reaching for his knees with his hands. The tip of his tail sensually traced up his crotch before he straightened up, reached back, and slapped his own ass, making it ripple through the tight shorts. With a wink he disappeared behind the curtains. The group cheered and clapped. Lemo pinched in between his eyes. "I can see where this is going." Cheelai elbowed him, "just enjoy the show, you old fart." Lemo sighed and gave a sarcastic smile as he clapped. - Turles came to the back of the stage and the others gathered around him. "Well? How was it?" Raditz asked. "Invigorating! Some gods' blood might mix in nicely with the feeling." Turles fanned himself. Goku remembered the bag of cocoa that Vegeta had stashed back into a capsule. Being laid out in the open was too tempting for the Saiyans, so the Prince had decided to put it away until further notice. "I dun think that's a good idea…" "Oh, come on. Tell us where Vegeta hid it." Bardock threw an arm around his youngest cub. "I- Shouldn't someone be gettin' on the stage?!" Goku squeaked. "I tag Broly." Turles slapped the taller Saiyan playfully on the arm. "What does that mean?" Broly asked. Turles smirked, "it means, you big stud, 'get your ass on the stage and strut your stuff'." Broly made an 'oh' sound and walked to the steps. He had chosen surfer shoes with a printed t-shirt and tight green shorts, it looked like he was trying to smuggle out a rolling pin in them. Broly took one step and a ripping sound was heard coming from his shorts. Broly sighed, "all the clothes keep tearing as soon as I move!" "I'll go next while you get yourself fixed." Toma said. He was wearing a black v-neck shirt and black shorts. They were decorated with a blue stripe going all the way down on either side of his torso. He gave his mate a smile and went up the stairs towards the curtains. He strode all the way to the end and stopped. He placed a hand on his hips while the other caressed his face, dragging down towards his lips where fingers played with them. Toma's gaze fell on Lemo's and he winked at the orange alien, making him blush and look away. The tanned Saiyan wasn't stupid, he had immediately understood who Cheelai had been referring to when she had asked him if he was ok with older guys. He had overheard their conversation, plus what Bardock had said earlier that day about Lemo liking him… It didn't take a genius to add two plus two. A little flirting wouldn't harm anyone. Toma turned to his side and bent down to touch his knee length boots. His hands ran up his outstretched leg while he licked his lips. He turned around and gave the crowd a good view of his ass before going back down the aisle. - Bardock sighed, "I'm sure ya can find something that'll fit yer… Generous proportions." He told Broly. "Here! I found a perfect one for ya." Goku pulled out a hanger with a black loin cloth with green decorations hanging from it. "We can adjust yer size!" Broly ripped off the torn shorts and Goku helped him with the loin cloth. "There! Maybe you should lose the shirt." Goku suggested. Broly took off the shirt, tearing it in the process, and got ready for his turn. "Wait! There are shoes that go better with that outfit." Goku went through four pairs of identical combat boots and chose the biggest ones. "Try these on." Broly took off his surfer shoes and tried on the boots. They fit fine.Just then, Toma came back feeling exhilarated. "How'd it go, shosha?" Raditz asked. "Oh, it's great!" Toma replied. "Ok, I'll go after Broly." Raditz had chosen a tight black shirt with a big yellow swirl in the middle of the chest area, and black shorts with another yellow swirl right on the crotch area. "Yer turn, big guy!" Goku directed Broly to the stairs. "Good luck!" Broly sighed and went through the curtains. The group watching him catcalled and shouted. Cheelai actually got off her seat and cheered for him.Broly smiled and began walking down the aisle as best he could, remembering to move like the models he saw on the video. The tip of his dick could be seen with every swing of his hips under the loincloth. "Woohoohoo! Damn, he's big." Bulma commented taking another sip of the red wine. Vegeta just shook his head at her and chuckled. "Soon you shall have us standing in line with our erections in our hands and you shall take measurements and make a damn chart!" "A Saiyan dick chart, you say…" Bulma's gears started turning. "That's not a bad idea. And I'll add which one of you are lockers and latchers…" "And then you shall have us go Super Saiyan and make new measurements." Vegeta shook his head. "Oh... I didn't take into account that you guys get bigger when you transform. Shit. Holy shit! How big does Broly get?!" "Weeeeeell, Kakarot was being carried for a reason when he came in, and you know how much he can take." Bulma took a deep swallow of wine. "What worries me is the clothing. Maybe the material is not stretchy enough. I didn't go all out with techno fabric because I wanted to see how they looked first." "You best keep that in mind then. Us Saiyans grow~" Vegeta leaned in close and sniffed Bulma's neck, making her shiver. - Broly made his way back to the other side of the stage. "How'd it go?" Goku asked eagerly. "I liked it. Cheelai stood up from her chair." Goku chuckled. "Yer turn, big bro." "Oh, yeah~" Raditz cracked his neck and went up the stairs. He spread the curtains with a flair and held onto them as he swayed his hips from side to side in time with the music. He closed the drapes behind him and walked with a bounce down the catwalk. As he got to the end he stopped and threw his head down, making his hair fall in front of him. He then snapped his head back, making that great mop of hair spin in the air and fall back behind him. His hips swayed to the music as Raditz's hands rubbed across his pecs and down to his pelvis where he hooked both thumbs inside his shorts and pulled them down a couple of inches, revealing his happy trail and the base of his cock. Vegeta was THIS close to cheering him on. He caught himself in time and remained composed. "Oh, lighten up, Vee. You don't need to be a prince all the time. Let loose once in a while." Bulma crawled to the side of the nest and grabbed the bottle of wine from the ice bucket. Vegeta couldn't help but check out her ass as she did so, but his eyes immediately returned to Raditz as the long haired Saiyan lifted his hair in a bunch and turned around, showing off his ass and tail. The blue haired human offered to refill the others' glasses of wine. "You know, this is a bad idea but this stuff tastes wonderful." Lemo showed his glass and Bulma poured. "It is good, isn't it? It's my favorite wine. On Earth, we call it Pinot Noir, and I like it chilled. It's a common myth that it should be kept at room temperature. If you do that you only taste the alcohol and not the flavor." She poured Cheelai some more wine as well and returned the bottle back in the ice bucket. Bulma crawled back to her husband, who was practically drooling at the Saiyan on the stage. "Should I get you a handkerchief? Or maybe a bucket." Vegeta closed his mouth, wiped it with the back of his glove, and sneered at his wife. "You shall be riding his cock one day, and you shall feel what it is like to have so much Saiyan meat buried deep inside you." Bulma shivered and took a long sip of her wine. "You sure you don't want any?" "That stuff tastes like water to me. I shall pass." Bulma shrugged and went back to enjoying the show. - Raditz came back from the stage, high on adrenaline. "How was it for ya, brat?" Bardock asked. "It feels almost as good as the fighting tournaments we had on Vegetasei. I tag you, baby brother." Goku let out a breath of air and limped to the stairs. "Lose the limp!" Bardock chuckled evilly. Goku turned around and stuck his tongue out before going through the curtains.His eyes needed to adjust to the light before he could walk down the aisle. Once he could see better, he tried his best not to limp, while still moving his hips seductively. One glance at the Prince was all he needed to solidify his resolve. The high heels didn't help his situation but he would make it work.His outfit consisted of a short kilt and a skin tight black shirt. The kilt had the inside folds orange while the rest of it was black, and the shirt had an orange 'Butt Slut' printed on the front.Goku reached the end of the catwalk and spread his legs, tilting his hips to the side. It was at this moment that Broly's semen decided to trickle down his legs and Goku's face lit up as he felt something warm flow down. "WOOO, SON! YOU ARE WHAT YOU WEAR!" Bulma shouted and cheered some more. Cheelai was having a massive nosebleed while Vegeta… The front of his pants were tented and the predatory look on his face made Goku gulp.Taking a deep breath, Goku turned around and sunk down until his butt was almost touching the floor, if it weren't for his high shoes. He lifted his tail under the kilt and gave the audience a really good view of his rump. As soon as the crowd, mainly Cheelai and Bulma, started cheering again, Goku lowered his tail quickly and stood up. One thing he learned from the video was that teasing got a better reaction from the crowd.Feeling bold, the young Saiyan, back still to the audience, brought his hand down to the back of his leg to where the semen was dripping down and smeared his fingers in it. He then traced a line from the inside of his leg to his butt cheek, lifting the kilt as his hand rose higher. He then brought his cum stained fingers to his mouth and sucked on them while swaying his hips in a hypnotic manner. Suddenly, a voice rang from the curtains, and Bardock stood with his head out, "THAT'S MY CUB, BITCHES!" And pointed at Goku's gyrating body. Goku smiled and walked back to the other side of the curtains. The responses he got from the crowd were invigorating. "OH, MY GODS!" He squealed. "I KNOW, RIGHT" Turles joined Goku's fangirling. "It feels so awesome t' be cheered on like that! Yer turn, 'Dock." "Hmph. Watch and learn cub." Bardock chewed on the stick and got a fresh blast of flavor in his mouth before stepping onto the stage. The scarred Saiyan looked back to his mate and wiggle his butt, making Toma groan, right before passing through the curtains. Bardock chose long black low riding leggings with ankle boots, and a printed shirt that barely went down to his naval. The shirt read on the front 'Who needs tits' and on the back it read 'When you got an ass like this?' and a huge red arrow beneath the text pointed downwards. A red thong poked up over the pants' edge and reached right below his tail gland.The audience cheered when he took on the stage. He swayed his hips exaggeratedly to the beat of the music, exactly how he'd seen on the video, and waved his tail behind him. He came to a halt at the end of the catwalk and popped his hips to the side. His hands came up and outlined the print on his shirt. Then he turned around and grabbed his buttocks firmly while his tail traced around the words on the back of his shirt. The coup de grâce was when he slipped a finger under one of the strings of the thong, pulled it back, and let it snap back against his skin with a sharp crack.Catcalls and hootings came from the small group, Lemo had only been clapping all along, but Cheelai and Bulma had been the noisiest. Even Vegeta whistled from time to time.Bardock lifted his arms in the air and made himself bounce on his heels, his ass bounced along with him and the noise from the crowd grew. He had to admit it was a nice feeling having this much power over the others by means of showing off their body. This was almost the same as their tournaments, indeed. Only there was no combat, only sensual movements.The older Saiyan made his way back to the other side of the stage and hummed. This was kind of fun after all was said and done.
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Bardock commented to the others as he came back from the stage, "how about we give them one last look at the outfits together as a group before we… Change." The older Saiyan paused as he saw his youngest cub on the floor getting eaten out by the wild warrior. Broly came up from under Goku's kilt, his tongue still sticking out, and looked at Bardock.Goku tilted his head back and saw an upside down Bardock looking right at him with a raised eyebrow. "He wanted to clean me." Was Goku's only response. Broly went back down to licking his semen out of Goku's breeder. "No time for that! Let's all get back on stage." When Vegeta wasn't around, Bardock was certainly the highest authority. Goku pulled Broly back and gave him a kiss, moaning as he tasted Broly's cum, and himself, on his lips, "we'll continue this later." Broly smiled and got up. There was one problem though… "Oh, no." Bardock sighed, "ya two gotta kill yer mood." "Or ya both can just go out with boners." Raditz shrugged. "Give the public a nice eyeful." "If they get to go out with boners then so do I!" Turles started rubbing himself through his shorts. "Fine! We'll do the boner thing." Bardock walked to Toma and squatted down, burying his face in his mate's crotch. Toma made a surprised noise that transformed into a moan when he felt Bardock's nose nuzzle his cock.Raditz grabbed Turles by the hips and ground his groin against his butt. "Excuse you?" Turles chuckled. "Yer the best one for the job~" Raditz purred. That made Turles blush. He decided not to overthink what was said.Soon all six Saiyans were sporting erections and Bardock signaled for them to enter the stage in the same order they had entered the first time. Turles, Toma, Broly, Raditz, Kakarot, and himself stepped out onto the stage and the girls went wild, even Vegeta hollered at them.Lemo buried his face in his hands, covering his blush.The six Saiyans struck a pose, their hard ons clearly visible, and then left the stage to try on more outfits. "They really went wild." Raditz said while taking off his shirt and throwing it in a pile. Turles hummed. "We should step it up a notch." "How do you mean?" Toma asked. "Go out in pairs. They seemed to enjoy it more when we're together." Turles explained. Goku whined. He knew what that implied and he couldn't do such things in front of their friends, especially Vegeta. It was one thing to do stuff by himself, but with others… Making a hasty decision, the young Saiyan left the group and made a beeline to the capsule that held the cocoa bag. He looked at it and took a deep breath before returning behind the stage.He saw the others donning their new 'punk style' outfits. Broly was still having trouble finding clothing that would fit him and not rip as soon as he started moving, but in this style, ripped clothes were no problem at all.These were more decent looking outfits, less arousing. But Goku was sure that, even more so with the gods' blood, the Saiyans would find a way to make these suits provocative.Without giving it another thought, Goku clicked the capsule and threw it to the floor. The bag appeared and the bitter scent of cocoa permeated the air. Bardock perked up. "Is that- What I think it is?" "Baby brother, are ya sure yer up for this?" "Let's just do it." Goku sighed. Turles quickly grabbed the bag and set it on the back of the stage. Just like Vegeta had done all those days ago, he took the small scoop and placed six piles on the stage floor behind the curtains. "Let's dig in." He made a line with one pile and inhaled it. Raditz and Bardock followed. Toma made a line of powder for himself and Broly. Last was Goku. He closed his eyes for a second and then snorted his line of cocoa powder. "We just do one, ok guys?" Goku shook his head, feeling the effects of the powder. "Wooo!" Turles cheered and grabbed Raditz's hand, pulling him onto the stage. To the rhythm of the music, Turles started grinding himself against the long haired Saiyan, not quite dancing, but close to it. If Raditz wasn't high, he'd be trying to push Turles away because of Vegeta's command to stay away from the clone. But now, Raditz didn't have a care in the world. He had a pliant warm body next to him and he was going to enjoy it. Repercussions could come later.Turles ran his hands from Raditz's crotch to his pecs. Raditz pulled Turles close by the waste and ground his hips against his.Bulma and Cheelai catcalled, and shouted, and fist pumped the air.Vegeta growled under his breath, but even he couldn't deny they looked great together. The outfits were too human for his tastes, the torn jeans and long sleeve shirts worn around the waist were not meant for a warrior race. Not to mention the accessories. "Woman, you have disgraced my race. What were you thinking when you chose these attires? We cannot fight in these!" "These clothings aren't meant for fighting. They're meant to make you look good. Just look at their asses! TURN AROUND, BOYS!" Vegeta rubbed a hand down his face and blushed as Raditz and Turles turned around, Raditz pulled his long hair to his front to give a nice view to the audience. Their tails swung left to right. Even with that pesky shirt around his waist, Turles' ass still stood out, and when Raditz lifted the edge of his loose jacket to show his rear in those tight jeans… "Alright, FINE!" Vegeta leaned back on the furs and sulked. "Told you." Bulma winked and finished off her glass of wine. The two Saiyans left only to have two more come out to the stage; Broly and Bardock.The larger Saiyan's outfit was tearing at the seams but he was able to walk down the aisle without causing too much damage to it. Bardock walked in front of him. They reached the end and Bardock suddenly bent down and rubbed his ass against Broly's crotch. "Stretch yer arms out and flex them!" Bardock indicated. Broly followed his instructions and the moment he flexed, his shirt ripped in several places.Cheelai actually spilled her wine, Lemo was quick to catch the glass and keep it from shattering against the floor. Bulma hollered and Vegeta sat up, his eyes open wide and roaming across the built Saiyan's strong arms and chest.Broly smirked and brought his arms down to lift Bardock back up and against him. His hands ran almost possessively across the older Saiyan's body, making sure to touch his crotch and his nipples.Bardock closed his eyes and moaned at the feeling of those powerful hands roam across his body. "This calls for another glass of wine!" Bulma shouted. She went to pour some wine and offer some more to the others. "Oops! Looks like we're all out, I'm going to get some- Some more." Bulma walked rather unsteadily to where she had unencapsulated several bottles before the show began and grabbed another bottle. She brought it to Vegeta and batted her eyes at him. The Prince rolled his eyes and very easily pulled the cork out. Bulma placed a kiss on his cheek and took the bottle from him. "Woman, you are drunk." The smaller Saiyan scoffed but chuckled all the same. Bulma ignored him in favor of watching the Saiyans on the catwalk now turning around to leave the stage for the last pair.She quickly filled Cheelai's cup and Lemo's and placed the bottle in the ice bucket.In the meantime, Toma and Goku came out. The younger Saiyan moved to the music, actually dancing, while Toma tried mirroring his moves.Vegeta watched his former rival through half lidded eyes, he still couldn't get that image of Goku in a kilt and dripping semen from his mind. Once this show was over, he would make his desires known to him.Their eyes suddenly met and Goku couldn't help but blush as he stopped moving his hips against Toma's.Toma noticed Goku's distraction and turned the smaller Saiyan towards him. Goku's back towards the audience, Toma grabbed Goku's ass and spread his asscheeks apart, he made eye contact with the Prince and winked while smirking evilly.Vegeta's mouth fell open. This was clearly a challenge.Toma touched Goku's tail and rubbed it softly, making his cub purr. The Prince growled. The fur on his tail stood on edge. "Easy, Your -hic- Majesty. This is all for fun." Bulma patted her husband's back. Vegeta's tail lashed out over the green pelts. He huffed and watched as the two Saiyans returned to the back of the stage.After a few moments, all the Saiyans poured out and posed for the crowd.Bulma fist pumped and cheered for them, spilling some wine on Vegeta. "WOMAN!" "Ooooops~" Bulma chuckled. "My bad." Cheelai was just as bad off as Bulma, and Lemo even more so. He actually cheered for the Saiyans this time. "Bunch of lightweights…" Vegeta groused as the warriors disappeared through the curtains. - Behind the stage, the Saiyans were getting ready for the next suits. Or trying to. They were very distracted with each other as they took off their current outfits. "What- IS this?" Raditz stepped away from a handsy Turles and took a piece of garment from his rack and studied it. "Oh! That looks like a swimsuit." Goku looked at it better. It was definitely a weird, very revealing swimsuit. "Humans wear clothing to swim?" Turles raised an eyebrow, going back to caressing Raditz's body. "Yeah, we do that on Earth." Goku took a look through the racks and found a total of six swimsuits. "Let's do these next!" He exclaimed. "I hope these won't rip apart." Broly said as he looked at them. Goku closed his eyes half way and took a whiff of Broly's scent. He started purring again and dropped the swimming attires as he got close to his mate. Bardock, trying to be the levelheaded one, tsked, "we got a show to put on." He finished taking his clothes off and chose a red swimsuit. "How do ya even put this on?!" "I think we're gonna need help from Bulma." Goku stepped away from Broly and peeked around the stage, calling his childhood friend over.
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Bulma stumbled to get out of the nest and to the back of the stage. Goku stood there, half naked, touching his index fingers together. "What is it, Son?" Bulma slurred. "We need help with the swimsuits. I can't understand how some are supposed to work." "Oh! No problem. I'll help out." Bulma made her way to the back of the stage and started explaining how to put on the swimsuits. "Ok, this one is a half th-thong. You put it on one leg and the back is held by your butt and the front is held by your dick." "I want that one." Turles snatched the purple half thong and put it on following Bulma's directions. "This one is called a mankini. Think about pants with suspenders, only these aren't pants, they're like- Underwear." "Put it on me." Bardock commanded the blue haired woman. Bulma made a mocking salute and helped Bardock get into the red outfit. "Mankini costume thong~ Who wants help with this one?" Once Bulma was done helping Bardock, she held up a black, white, and blue swimsuit. "I can wear that one." Toma volunteered. "Ok, so you put the bottom part on like your under armor, and then you hook the upper part around your neck, just stick your head right through this hole." Toma followed her instructions and ended up wearing a swimsuit with the neck, including a bowtie, and bottom connected by a blue strap that ran down the middle of his torso. "That wasn't so hard." He mumbled. "How do I look?" "You really want me to tell you with your mate right in front of me?" Bulma snickered. Toma snorted and grabbed Bardock by the waist, pulling him into a kiss that got too deep for Bulma to keep staring at them without feeling like she was intruding. "How do I put this one one?" Broly asked, showing Bulma a green swim jock. "Oh, sweetheart." Bulma looked at Broly's erection. "I don't think you can fit in these. Not with THAT." Bulma pointed in the general direction of Broly's crotch. "I'll help him out!" Goku, without thinking, pulled a Bardock on his mate and sank to his knees in front of Broly, taking his massive hard on in his mouth. Bulma's eyes widened. Well, if the Saiyans wanted to give her a show then who was she to refuse?Goku couldn't even fit half of the erection in his mouth, so he wrapped his hand around the base and started jacking Broly off. "Wow. You guys are definitely size queens." "Mmm~ What does that mean?" Turles purred, getting closer to the human, his tail made loops in the air. Bulma recognized the tail language, as she had seen Vegeta do this many times, after he got his tail back, before pouncing on her. "Careful, stud, my husband, the Prince -hic- of all Saiyans is just 'round the corner." She winked at the dark skinned warrior. "Hmph. Indeed he is." Turles backed off. Raditz, however, practically had Vegeta and Bulma's blessing to treat the woman as one of his lovers. He approached the blue haired beauty and slyly said, "will I get turned down?" "Oh, you're funny." Bulma smiled wickedly at the long haired Saiyan. She looked down and saw that he already had a swimsuit on, a yellow pistol bikini. "Nice choice. It defines you well." She spoke above a whisper. "It was the easiest one to put on, and one that would be big enough for me." Raditz grabbed his junk as he backed Bulma into the back of the stage. "I- Better go see what… Vegeta is up to." Raditz leaned in and smelled her neck. Bulma's eyes fluttered as the burly warrior ran his nose across her skin. "Yeah. You better." He leaned back and gave Bulma a fanged smile. Bulma gathered her thoughts and quickly returned to the nest, forgetting all about helping Broly into the swim jock.She grabbed her wine glass which she left on the floor by the bed and took a big gulp, before crawling back next to Vegeta. It took the Prince one sniff. "And why the Hell are you aroused?!" He took another sniff, "I can smell Raditz on you!" "Oh, n-nothing happened." Vegeta growled and pinned Bulma to the furs, his eyes were ablaze. Bulma's pupils dilated. The wine glass spilled all over the green pelts. "You are allowed him only when I am around." Vegeta growled. "He just smelled my neck, Vee. Like I said, nothing happened." "Saiyans do that when we want to have sex." "You sniffed my neck just a while ago!" Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at her. "It is called teasing, woman." "Well, it definitely worked." Vegeta was about to kiss her when he saw someone move in his peripheral vision. He turned to look at the stage and saw Turles wearing a… "What the Hell is he wearing?!" "Oh, that's called a half thong." "It has only one side!" "Hence the name…" Bulma squinted at the Prince. Cheelai cheered as Turles made his way, barefoot like all the others, to the end of the stage. He grabbed his hips and shimmied them to the beat of the music. "WOOOOO!" Bulma yelled at him. "SHAKE IT!" Vegeta was transfixed by the display. How could humans be so vulgar as to wear something like that? Full nudity had less of an impact.Turles turned around and lifted his tail, giving the group a full view of his tail gland and ass, clearly in a raunchy fashion. - While Turles did his thing, Broly was getting closer to the edge with Goku swallowing around his shaft. "Ng! I'm close. So close." Broly whispered as he caressed Goku's hair. The smaller Saiyan put more effort into his actions and soon he had Broly spilling down his throat.Broly let out a loud groan as he came. His hips moved erratically a couple of times and he pulled Goku's face closer to him, as much as he could without hurting him. Goku felt Broly's dick start to shrink. He popped off the shaft, "ok, done, Bulma… Bulma?" "She left. She was one step away from getting fucked by yers truly." Raditz pointed at himself. Goku scowled at his brother. "Now how am I supposed t' get this thing on him…" He studied the swim jock and finally figured it out by the time Turles returned. "Toma, you're next." Turles announced. "As soon as I get 'Dock off me." Toma moaned. Bardock was on his knees, an expected position and not at all surprising, sucking his mate off. Toma wasn't even trying to get him off. If anything, Bardock was being encouraged. Turles marched towards them and crouched behind his lookalike. "You need to make him come fast, Bardy. Get your game on. Get all that sweet thick semen out of him and into your mouth." He whispered seductively. Bardock whimpered and put more effort into his actions. He knew exactly what to do to make his mate blow his top off and it wasn't long until Toma was moaning Bardock's name and shooting down his throat, triggering Bardock's own orgasm as he felt cum fill his mouth. Luckily, Bardock had the foresight to release his erection from his tight outfit so as not to stain it when he climaxed. "Great. Now get your ass out there before you spring another stiffy." Turles helped get Toma's swimsuit back in place and ushered him to the curtains. Toma was still dazed as he stepped out and onto the catwalk. He blinked a couple of times until his eyes adjusted, then he presented his outfit to the others. - "Looks like you need help with that." Turles' eyes happened to drift over Raditz's crotch. With all the things going on around him, plus the gods' blood, Raditz had gotten very aroused and his swimsuit was stretched out to the max. "Go help my brother and I'll watch." Raditz purred. Turles' smirk couldn't get any wider. He stalked towards Goku, and pressed his body against his. Goku was too horny to care who this was, it was a warm hard body and that was good enough for him.Goku clashed their mouths together as Turles ran his hands down and behind him to grab his ass. "Oh, yeah. Now THIS is a show." Bardock joined the group. "I'm gonna get hard again just from watching them." "Oh, yeah." Raditz grabbed his erection and started taking care of himself. Broly's eyes widened as he saw the two almost identical Saiyans make out with themselves. "Don't they look gorgeous?" Raditz walked to the taller Saiyan and swung an arm around his shoulders. Broly gulped and nodded vigorously. Just then, Toma came back from the stage, sporting a renewed hard on. "Bardock," He panted. "On your knees!" "Again?" The older Saiyan scoffed humorously. "Are you complaining?" Toma growled playfully. "Never!" Bardock got down to work. "Broly, ya got the stage." Raditz nudged the wild Saiyan to the steps. Broly was already starting to get hard from the cocoa powder and from watching his mate fool around with Turles. "Think ugly thoughts." Was Raditz's advice as Broly made his way up the steps and through the curtains. After Broly left, Raditz started jacking himself off as quickly as he could since it was his turn next. Turles and Goku made out furiously, and when Turles snuck his fingers inside Goku's breeder, the younger Saiyan parted to let out a long moan. The pirate smirked and added his tail to the fingers. Goku slumped against him, not being able to keep himself up. Turles lowered them to the floor and kept fucking Goku with his tail, his hand grabbed a hold of Goku's shaft and started pumping it fast. "Turles!" Goku whined. Raditz felt himself tip over the edge. "Fuck!" He came in long streams, some accidentally got on Goku and Turles as well as all over the floor. This side of the cave would need to be scrubbed down thoroughly to get rid of all the spunk. Suddenly, screams of delight came from the other side of the stage. A very aroused Broly returned from the catwalk, his swim suit was in tatters because he just couldn't get the images of Goku and his almost twin out of his head. "It broke." Broly complained holding up the torn pieces of the swimsuit. "Yeah, I could hear the screams." Raditz smiled lazily. He tucked himself inside his swimsuit and climbed up the stairs. "Want to help me with this one?" Turles called Broly over. The larger Saiyan raised an eyebrow at the pair. Turles was fucking Goku with his tail! Broly got behind Turles and used his tail to get inside his mate as well, curious at this new way of having sex. Goku moaned as the two tails wriggled inside him. "How about you fuck me with that huge dick of yours?" Turles purred at Broly as he wiggled his ass against the wild Saiyan's groin. Broly looked at Goku, "is that alright?" Goku moaned and nodded his head. He didn't even know what he was agreeing to, but as long as those tails kept doing what they were doing, Goku was fine with anything. Turles tensed as inch by glorious inch of Saiyan meat made their way inside his mating entrance. He moaned when Broly's dick reached his cervix and there was still a lot more cock to go. "Just how BIG are you?!" Turles asked, rhetorically. He pushed back to get more of that shaft inside, the opening to his womb stretched deliciously as Broly's cock made its way inside. Turles almost came at the feeling of being stretched beyond his limits. He pushed back more as Broly pushed forward until he was as deep as he could go. Turles let out a loud moan as his womb was invaded by such a delicious cock. "You, lucky bitch." Turles turned to Goku and started jacking him off quickly. Raditz would return any moment and then it would be Goku's turn. The added feeling of a hand around his shaft, and with the aid of the aphrodisiac, Goku came just as Raditz returned from the stage. The long haired Saiyan refrained from any lewd actions and grabbed his brother, helping him on his unsteady legs. "Yer turn, baby brother." Goku hastily put on his teardrop g-string swimsuit and walked up the stairs. "Damn…" Raditz took a deep breath. He turned to the dark skinned Saiyan, "I'm gonna need yer mouth, Turles." The pirate licked his lips and opened his mouth. Raditz neared the couple and kneeled down in front of the clone, bringing his hardening dick to Turles' lips. - "Ohhh~ 'Dock. It's almost your turn." Toma tried to pull Bardock off to no avail. "I want to suck you too." That got Bardock's attention and he pulled off his mate. Toma lay down on the rocky floor and Bardock climbed on top of him, facing the other way. He caressed Toma's face with his tail before going back to sucking him off. The tanned Saiyan moaned and took Bardock into his mouth. No stops were pulled, Bardock needed to get off fast before getting on the stage. Toma moved Bardock's swimsuit to the side and stuck two fingers inside his breeder. Bardock tensed and let out a long moan, he also mimicked his mate and wiggled two fingers inside Toma's breeder. The taller Saiyan choked, still not used to being breached. "I really need to fuck ya one day." Bardock purred. Toma's eyes rolled to the back of his head from just imagining Bardock penetrating him. Bardock started moving his hips against Toma's mouth, and soon he was coming down his throat. He muffled his moan against Toma's groin and started sucking harder.Toma shouted and shot his load inside Bardock's mouth, the feeling left him dizzy, his eyes unseeing. He could only feel as Bardock got up, and leaned down to kiss him before the older Saiyan left to the stage.
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Dead silence rang for a moment before all the Saiyans seemingly collectively decided that the damage was already done, and went back to their activities. Without caring about the wreckage he had done to the stage, Broly kept on going at it with his mate. Goku, not being able to do much other than take it as much as he could, just lay there trying to figure out what just happened, still a bit slow thanks to the gods' blood. "Broly, I don't think this is the best place, maybe we-" Broly loved his mate, he really did, but sometimes he did talk too much, but Broly knew how to handle that. With minimal effort he tossed Goku's legs over his broad shoulders, and hammered down into his mate, making the still legwarmers clad legs swing to and fro in the air and Goku lose all train of thought.Needless to say, Goku had no more complaints. "BOYS!" Bulma's miffed voice interrupted the two Saiyans. Having gotten up from her spot in the nest, she'd wobbly made her way to where the sad remains of the stage were. "You ruined my -hic- Stage!" Goku looked up at her, "I dun understand. What happened?" Bulma crossed her arms. "You fucked my stage to death, Goku! That's what happened! AND you ruined the outfit I got you!" Goku looked around himself to see the tattered remains of the curtains and the wooden planks all in disarray on the cave floor. "Oops." He gulped. "Umm, I can try and fix it, but-" Bulma snorted, "no -hic- Thanks, I have a better use for you two. First you'll finish giving me this show between you two, then I'll tell you more. Now Broly, fuck him harder!" Goku had a bad feeling about this. - Bulma was evil. There was no doubt. Goku loved her, but she was evil. Simple as that. "Hey, baby bro! Ya looking good in that outfit!" Goku snarled and ignored his loud brother as he walked around the cave offering drinks to the smirking partiers. Honestly, it was not like it was his fault that Broly fucked with the force of an earthquake hitting a ten on the Richter scale.Also, where did Bulma get these outfits? Did she just have them lying around? The weirdest part was that this was tailored to his size perfectly.At least it wasn't just him being punished. Broly was stuck on 'bartending' duty at the bar Bulma had brought with her.Still didn't change that Goku got the worst end of the stick, because apparently while Broly had ONLY ruined the stage, Goku'd ruined the stage AND his outfit.Broly had ruined several outfits over the course of the show but 'nooo' he couldn't help it- 'He was just big, not irresponsible'. Heck, Bulma had even demanded the other 'models' turn over their outfits to keep them from getting dirtier, leaving them all naked at the moment. One would think she'd be more angry with Broly for ruining more attires than the others.To be fair, Goku also suspected it was a matter of Broly not being able to get into this bunny outfit, but he'd never get a straight answer from her. Lost in thought, Goku didn't sense the hand making its way towards his ass before he felt a pinch, and jumped away like a scalded cat, narrowly avoiding spilling the drinks on the tray.He gave his smirking brother a death glare which seemed to have no effect. Keeping an eye out for other wandering hands, he continued serving drinks to the rest of the pack now seated around the small table from the Valentine's chocolate party. He placed a shot glass down in front of Vegeta, determinedly avoiding looking at the surely smirking face. "Honestly, woman. You call this alcohol." Vegeta picked up the small glass of vodka-tequila with disdain etched on his elegant face and drank it as if it were mere water. Bulma turned from talking with Cheelai to her husband, "oh, you want the Saiyan approved stuff, huh?" "There's stronger stuff?" Cheelai groaned and grabbed her spinning head. "Don't -hic- Sweat it, hun. I have these… Pills…" Bulma went to rummage for a small bottle in her bag and whooped when she pulled it out. "I invented these when I realized I couldn't hold my alcohol well enough for His Majesty here. These pills help you be able to tolerate alcohol better. That should give us a small chance to keep up with the boys."Cheelai didn't even question the smart human. She took the offered pill and swallowed it in one gulp. Bulma took a pill for herself.The scientist then pulled a marked capsule from the bag and threw it on the floor behind her. A few bottles of absinthe appeared. Vegeta walked to the bottles and grabbed one. "Oh, yes. This is much better. Seventy four percent alcohol. Not as strong as our alcohol on Vegetasei but it will do." Bulma just rolled her eyes, too used to Vegeta being a snob and Saiyans' ridiculous biology. "Too bad -hic- Lemo didn't want to stay for the after p-party." Cheelai said sadly. "It's his loss!" Bulma piped up. "Now come dance with me!"Cheelai giggled as Bulma pulled her aside and both girls started dancing to the upbeat music.Vegeta shook his head and headed to the bar where Broly was. Leave it to Bulma to even encapsulate a bar for this occasion. Well, it was free booze so no complaining here. Except maybe over the strength of said booze. Vegeta smirked as Broly topped off another drink with his cream. "You might want to switch bottles, Broly. I have something a bit stronger here." The Prince handed Broly the dark green bottle. The large Saiyan studied it before shrugging and serving a new batch of drinks. "Say, Broly. I think I shall have a 'Blowjob'." Bardock almost choked on his drink and turned around to look at Vegeta so fast he almost snapped his neck. "Did somebody want a 'blowjob'?" Toma dope slapped him, "no, you sweet idiot. Vegeta's asking for a type of drink." Bardock rubbed the back of his head and pouted, both over the slap and the loss of a blowjob opportunity. A snort was heard from down the table, "you always did have a one track mind, Bardy." "Up yours, clone." "What, are you offering?" Bardock didn't even bother replying to Turles. It was exactly what the dark skinned Saiyan would've wanted. Vegeta looked at the pack seated around the table and added, "as a matter of fact, Broly, give us all Blowjobs." Broly tilted his head, not understanding what the Prince was asking of him. "I mean the drink called 'Blowjob'. If I wanted the other type I'd ask Bardock." Broly still looked at a loss. "Oh, nevermind. Here…" Vegeta walked to the other side of the bar and showed Broly how to make a blowjob drink. "...And then you just top it off like this, if you have trouble getting your cream out, just look at Kakarot." Hearing his name, Kakarot's head swirled around from where he was standing near the table, though not within 'pinching-distance'. Vegeta licked his lips. Bulma had outdone herself today, he had to admit. He let his eyes run up and down Kakarot's form as he made his way back to the table.Correctly guessing the Prince's thoughts, Goku just narrowed his eyes at him, knowing there was little he could do. Really, the outfit was just plain ridiculous. The only places he'd seen it was in Master Roshi's magazines, and that one time Bulma had worn it, shortly after they'd first met and had been stuck in the desert. What was up with bunnies being sexy? He turned on his high heels, adjusted the fishnet stockings, corrected the placement of his fake bunny ears, and walked back over to the bar, several eyes following his movements. He brought over the drinks and placed them on the table. Bulma and Cheelai came back from dancing and settled between the Saiyans. "Oooo~ What are we doing here?" Bulma asked, eyeing the whipped cream topped glasses. "Blowjob shots." Vegeta answered as he passed a drink to her. "Made with latcher cum instead of Irish Cream." Bulma made a face. "Alright then, does everyone know how to do this?" The Saiyans, Vegeta excluded, looked at her confused. "I was getting there…" The Prince snarled. "I can show them!" Bulma interrupted. "You put your -hic- Hands behind your back, and grab the glass with your mouth…" She put her lips around a shot glass and threw her head back, downing the drink. She then took the glass out of her mouth and placed it on the table with a loud clunk. "And that's how you do it. Damn, that's some thick stuff!" "That's latcher cum for you." Bardock smirked as he placed his lips around his glass and imitated the blue haired human. Toma watched his mate down the drink without a problem. He then turned to Bulma, "it's a sign of a healthy, or backed up latcher." "That stuff's great for ya, yer skin, hair… We used to make beauty products with it on Vegetasei." Raditz added. "If it was thick enough, you could just use it as a face mask right there." Bulma's mouth hung open. "BEAUTY PRODUCTS?!" Vegeta sighed, "woman, get some samples later and examine them on Earth, we are drinking now." "Indeed," said Turles, "and I have a suggestion after this drink- BODY SHOTS!" "HELL, YEAH! Haven't done that in ages!" shouted Bardock. Raditz and Toma started chanting, "SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS!" And soon everyone at the table joined in. "Ohh, you have those on Vegetasei also?" Bulma asked. "We had a lot of similar drinking traditions on my home planet, woman. Now everyone, finish your drinks so we can proceed with the body shots." Vegeta's command was obeyed by the others. There was some choking here and there, but eventually, everyone had downed their drinks.Vegeta smiled, "right, now we just need a 'shot glass'. KAKAROT, COME HERE." A wave of excitement spread around the table, the same time a wave of dread spread through Goku's body, and the Saiyans had a hard time keeping from smiling like loons. The 'waiter' quietly made his way to the table where he was unceremoniously picked up and thrown on top of it, shot glasses clattered to the floor. "HEY! What the-" "Kakarot, unless you want that outfit ripped, I suggest you roll down the top part." The Prince warned. Not waiting for an answer, the other Saiyans reached over to help roll down the upper part of Goku's outfit, revealing his nipples and abs. Another pair of hands held down his legs, while another pair stretched his arms above his head, effectively trapping him. Goku's ki started to rise, but was halted by Vegeta's gleaming eyes, "no need for that, Kakarot. You are in safe hands. We are just going to have a little fun with you. No harm will come to you." Goku hesitantly relaxed a bit and lay down fully on the table. "What are ya gonna do?" "Simple. Woman, fetch me a bottle of absinthe, and a bottle of chocolate syrup." "I'm not your maid!" Bulma huffed but did as Vegeta said, eager for the show to come. "Now, you must hold still, Kakarot. Regulate your breathing, remember what Toma did back at the Valentine's day party? It is similar to that, just no fountain." It was hard to relax with so many hungry eyes looking at him, but Goku's training in meditation helped him eventually calm down. He trusted Vegeta, he might be an ass but he didn't lie, at least not about non emotional stuff. The Prince was rather repressed when it came to feelings.Bulma returned with the requested items, smiling a rather disturbing smile. Vegeta grabbed the bottle of absinthe and opened it. "Now, Kakarot, it is fairly simple. We shall pour some booze in your navel, some chocolate syrup on your chest and then everyone can finish off with a drink of milk. Sounds easy enough, right?" "M-m-milk? Who's milk?" Goku fumbled on his words. "Why- Your milk, of course. You are the star right now. Besides, we have on good authority that you have the best milk in the pack." Goku blushed red. He had a pretty good idea about who'd given him that title. He tried to look over at Broly, but the wall of spectators blocked his sight. He could see his brother though, who he was pretty sure had also voted for him to get that title. Steadfast avoiding looking anyone in the eyes, he lay back and accepted that this was happening. Once Vegeta deemed Goku relaxed enough, he poured a small amount of liquor in Goku's naval. Then he poured chocolate syrup in a neat zigzag in the middle of Goku's chest. "As your Prince, I shall go first. After that you all decide who goes next." Vegeta bent over and licked the chocolate, he then sipped the absinthe in Goku's naval, and lastly, he latched onto the nipple closest to him. Goku tensed as he felt his bonded mate's lips sucking at his bud. Soon little streams of milk filled Vegeta's mouth and the Prince sat up. Vegeta mixed the ingredients in his mouth before swallowing them. "Exquisite. Best milk indeed. Ok, NEXT!" "As his carrier-" "Shut up, old man. Ya ain't pulling that on us! As his brother, I should-," "I came up with the idea! I should go next!" Very soon a squabble had broken out over who went next. A clinking sound caught their attention. Bulma hunched down next to Goku. "Hic- I believe that I'm second in command after Vegeta. Silence followed while everyone came to grips with that being true, followed by reluctant accepting grumbling. Smiling, Bulma grabbed the bottle of alcohol and poured some on Goku's navel. Vegeta replaced the chocolate syrup strips on Goku's chest as she moved closer to Goku's midriff.A small shudder ran through Goku, he was very ticklish after all. After licking up the chocolate, Bulma moved lower and sipped the liquor, again making Goku wiggle a bit. She then closed her lips around Goku's nipple, giving a big suck, making Goku jump a bit. "The woman can be a little rough at times." Vegeta smiled down at the Saiyan on the table. Bulma tilted her head back and swallowed. "Hot damn, that's the best fucking milk I've ever had! And yes, I'm including what you're all thinking about right now. Kind of reminds me of soy milk, but with a hint of… Carrots? It goes down so smoothly!" Vegeta replied, "that is because it is largely made of fat and energy particles. Saiyan cubs need a lot of energy quickly in order to grow. Wait until you try a pregnant Saiyan's milk." Bulma had her 'scientist-face' on and was about to ask more. "Woman, not now! Samples later, drinking now. Who is next?" Raditz raised his hand and was about to speak when Bardock slapped him upside the head. "I'm first, you brat!" While Raditz nursed his head, Bardock repeated the steps for the body shot. Next was Toma, then Raditz, and finally Turles and Cheelai. Turles was chivalrous enough to let Cheelai do it before he did. "Mhhhhh, that's even better than Broly's," was her only comment. As if saying his name summoned the Saiyan, Broly approached the table, "I want to try that too." Vegeta turned and looked at him. "I suppose, but do not over do it." Everyone in the pack knew about Broly's milk-fetish. Though one would wonder if it was just because Kakarot made such amazing milk, or if it was Kakarot himself that was the trigger. Repeating the first two steps hastily, Broly practically latched onto Goku's nipple, dragging a loud moan from the younger Saiyan. From further down Raditz's voice suddenly called out, "enjoying ourselves, brother?" He looked straight at his brother's ill concealed hard-on pressing against the lower half of Goku's outfit.Blushing red and trying to stammer denials, Goku turned his head to the side to avoid the others' looks.And Raditz, seeing his red face, just smirked, not fooled for a second. Neither was anyone else for that matter. Broly still hadn't let go of the tasty nipple, making Goku moan and sigh from having his very sensitive nipples stimulated, especially after having the rest of the pack suck on them too. Broly's kink was being indulged fully, and he still had the images from the last part of the show seared into his brain. That, mixed with the bunny outfit Goku was currently sporting, ended as one might've expected by now. Besides, Broly figured he was the strongest in the pack, after all. The worst the others could do was complain.With a large hand, he reached down and grabbed the fabric covering Goku's breeder, and ripped a patch clean off, much to the delight and surprise of the pack. Wasting no time, he pulled Goku to the edge of the table, positioned himself at the revealed opening, and thrust inside in one smooth slide, causing Goku's head to fly backwards and his wet and sticky chest arch upwards. Goku was wet enough by now with all the stimulation he had had, and Broly immediately started a fast rhythm. "Broly, what are ya- Wait, no!" Goku tried to protest but another hard thrust stopped him in his tracks. The reactions around the table varied from delight to anger until they all ended up at enjoyment of the view. The Saiyans started jacking off, making comments like 'fuck, if that was me', and 'fuck him harder', and 'been wanting to fuck him since I saw his show', passing the bottle of absinthe around. Even Bulma and Cheelai were touching themselves, albeit, not as openly as the warriors.Blushing over being the object of such scrutiny, Goku tried to cover his face with his arms, but that did little to help. Bardock leaned down to Goku's ear, "ya look fucking amazing, cub. Don't hide, this is yer pack, yer mates, yer circle, yer heritage." Goku slowly peeked out from his arms and Bardock kissed him on the forehead. "Ya look gorgeous, believe me. No need for shame." Goku looked over at Vegeta. The Prince's eyes were burning with lust, he nodded, confirming Bardock's words. The tensions seemingly leaving his body, Goku relaxed more and started moaning louder, clutching the creaking table and gasping his mate's name. He wrapped his stocking clad legs around Broly's hips, and clung to him, with one heel about to fall off a foot as the pace increased.With one particularly hard thrust, the table gave out under the force of a very strong Saiyan and collapsed on the floor, taking Goku and Broly down with it.Silence followed, before roaring laughter rang out. Everyone being stuck between laughing and getting off. Saiyans did enjoy slapstick humor very much. "OH, for fuck's sake!" Bulma hollered. Laughing like a lunatic, barely able to breathe, Bardock leaned down again, "ok, NOW you can feel a little ashamed." Goku was way ahead of him, having hidden his face in his arms again. Well at least it couldn't get any wo- "HEY, YOU RIPPED MY OUTFIT!" Came the screeching voice of Bulma. At this point Goku simply groaned and let his head fall down on the remains of the table top with a 'bonk'.
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After another round, or two, on the broken table, Goku finally managed to extract himself from his lofty mate. Bowlegged, he made his way to the exit of the cave. Still red faced over having been thrust into the role of 'evening show' while the other pack members had paired up, Goku settled himself by the cave entrance and gazed at the starry sky. He was still torn between being ashamed and feeling flattered over the reactions he'd inspired. He looked down at the sad remains of his outfit, he doubted Bulma could save it. The bottom half had been torn, as had his fishnet stockings when Broly had flipped him over using his legs, his heels had survived somewhat intact but that was a small consolation. "Did the savior of the universe have too much to handle?" Goku turned to watch Vegeta making his way outside. "Ya know I dun like that title, 'Geta." Goku chuckled without much humor. The Prince settled himself next to his once rival and both Saiyans remained silent for a while. "Did YA enjoy the show?" Vegeta's eyes glowed in the darkness, "I enjoyed it immensely." Silence. "I gather you felt uncomfortable at some point?" "Very." Goku replied. "I've grown used t' havin' sex around others but only those times when everyone was either also havin' sex or it was just me and another while everyone kinda ignored it. I've never…" Goku struggle to find the words. "You have never had so many eyes upon you in such an intimate situation." "Yeah. That. I guess I just got, well, self conscious about it." "You know what that word means?" Vegeta asked in mock disbelief. "Ha-ha." Goku stuck his tongue out at the Prince. "It is your human upbringing acting up again. On Vegetasei, we did not use the tech to improvise how Saiyans looked, or even had those commercial things, so we did not grow up chasing ideal forms, we grew muscular naturally. Sure, we had some who were more attractive than others due to luck in the gene-pool. Also, we tended to focus equally on the power level. You grew up on a planet where no one is ever fully happy with how they look and where sex is still seen as something shameful." Vegeta looked away. "I shall deny this if asked, and I shall only say it once, so listen: you are fucking hot as hell, Kakarot, and no Saiyan would judge you for enjoying sex, you have nothing to be ashamed of." "Vegeta, I- LOOK OUT!" A bug managed to get very close to the Saiyans in an attempt to grab a nutritious midnight snack. Little did it know, it would be its last attempt at anything ever again.Vegeta turned around with the speed of a lightning bolt and blasted the creature to Hell. "We shall need to have a bug watcher from now on. The bugs are getting more ballsy. I shall take the first watch since you all are wasted and high off your asses." Goku then said, "could we maybe have Bulma invent some sort of alarm system?" Vegeta looked at Goku, "that might work. I shall bring it up when she starts clamoring for those cum samples." Goku tapped the floor with his tail, showing joy to be here with his long time friend. "Hmph." Vegeta smirked when he saw Goku's tail tapping happily. "Unlike SOME Saiyans, I do not need the blood of the gods to become aroused or uninhibited." Vegeta got close to the other Saiyan, "I can do that on my own." Goku stared at Vegeta's dark irises and closed his eyes as the Prince pressed his lips against his. When they parted Vegeta spoke in hushed words, "surrender yourself to me, Kakarot. Become mine." "I already belong to Broly… And ya have Raditz." "Saiyans may have multiple mates, have you forgotten?" "But I… You- I ain't never gonna be Saiyan enough for ya, Vegeta. We both know that." Goku heard a deep sigh from the Prince. "Kakarot, I do not wish for you to be Saiyan, at least not as Saiyan as I was back then, back when I was still hung up on being a one dimensional killing machine, courtesy of Frieza. But you have seen it for yourself have you not? That not being Saiyan does not mean that you cannot have a circle, mates, a pack and care for them and they for you." Goku sighed, "yeah, I know. But you.. Ya used to hate me, Vegeta, and ya didn't bother t' hide it." Vegeta looked away, "I know, but back then I was frustrated, and I had one goal left; to surpass you and finally achieve being the strongest. I cannot give you any reason besides I needed something to cling to. But I do not hate you, never really have, I just hated how you turned your back on everything that was important to me. Though I suppose, the behavior of all the Saiyans you had ever met did not help warm you up towards your heritage. But you have seen me now, you have even made up with Raditz despite you saying you would never forgive him. Is it not possible then that we could make it work?" Goku was awestruck. "I've never heard ya open up so much, 'Geta." "It is the alcohol." Goku snorted and scratched his cheek with one finger, "well, they do say 'ask drunks or kids if you want the truth'." Vegeta smiled, "well then, does that mean that you believe me?" Goku sobered, " I think so. And ya really…?" Vegeta turned with an exasperated look on his face, "Kakarot, as accidental as it was, do you really think I would have bonded with you if I didn't care for you as a mate?" Goku felt the bond between them humming with too many things to put a name on. Goku looked speechless at Vegeta. "I know you care for me that way too, Kakarot." Goku flushed and looked away, the silence heavy between them. Goku felt a hand cup his face, turning it back towards the Prince. 'Right?' was the last thing he heard before a set of lips was pressed against his own.The kiss started sweet and emotional but quickly turned heated. Goku's hands came up to cup Vegeta's face as they kissed fervently.Hands drew scorching paths over the other's body, teeth nipped and playfully bit exposed skin, tails twisted together as their two bodies rubbed against each other.Vegeta's fingers made their way to the remains of the bunny costume, and swiftly ripped it off Goku's body. Goku was about to start removing the stockings when Vegeta stopped him. "Leave them," was his only answer. His eyes glowed as they took in the miles of legs clad in the ripped fishnets. "You looked so fucking hot walking around in these." He grabbed two handfuls of Goku's ass cheeks in his hands, "I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you right there, the whole pack wanted the same thing. But Broly beat us to it. Still, I got to see you being fucked through the table in this. If you had not made me cum during that last performance I would have spilled myself again at the table." Heat rushed though Goku's body at those words, "less talk, more sex." He replied breathlessly. Vegeta smirked, "as you wish, Kakarot. Who am I to deny my loyal subject's desire?" Goku's face looked insulted, "subje-" Before he could finish that word, he was flipped over a stone, face downwards. Vegeta lowered his stained spandex, spread Goku's legs, and without pausing somehow found the hole in the stockings without any problems and sheathed himself in one thrust. A small gush of Broly's cum spilled out, making Goku's face flush again. "Ack! Vegeta! Take it easy. I'm still sore." Goku winced as the Prince pulled out half way and thrust back in. "Well, Kakarot, afraid I am not in the mood for that, but let us see if this helps." A hand carefully grabbed the root of Goku's tail and the amount of pleasure overrode the pain now. Feeling that everything was okay now over the bond, Vegeta set a furious pace. Goku's plump ass jiggled with every thrust, making the stockings strain against his ass cheeks. Vegeta's hungry eyes were glued to the sight before him, the long stocking clad legs, the high heels and the luscious ass bouncing, as Goku started pushing himself back on Vegeta's cock, mixed with the dual pleasure of the bond. "Look at you, Kakarot. Been fucked twice through a surface, and you are still hungry for cock. Having another Saiyan's cum running down your legs while being fucked by another. You look like a whore."Goku clenched down around Vegeta."Ohh, you liked that? You do not mind being a whore as long as no one else can see?" A hand came down hard on the young warrior's ass cheek. The sharp smack was followed by a deep moan from Goku."Guess you do like a little pain. But I need you to tighten up a bit, can you do that?" "Ng- Vegetaaaaa~" Goku moaned as the Prince continued thrusting inside him. After having Broly inside, Vegeta's size didn't quite satisfy him. It was like throwing a broomstick through the barn door. Vegeta felt a ping through their bond. He felt Goku's dissatisfaction and quickly connected the dots. "So my cock no longer satisfies you." Goku had a small moment of panic at that statement. "That's-! That's not it!" Because if he knew Vegeta, which he did, then Vegeta would surely- Right on cue, Vegeta burst into Super Saiyan. His muscles grew, and his thrusts became more powerful. "VEGETAAAA!" Tears of pleasure formed in Goku's eyes. His mouth hung open as sounds poured out. Vegeta was very close to being Broly's size now, and Goku loved the stretch in his cunt. "Is this better for your loose hole?" Knowing there was no right answer he could give, Goku just spread his legs a bit further and enjoyed the feeling.Suddenly, Vegeta pulled out and turned Goku over. The small Prince took off his lower armor and climbed on top of the younger Saiyan, straddling his hips. Goku was about to protest when Vegeta reached down and ripped another part of the stockings, exposing Goku's hard cock, and quickly mounting himself on it.Goku's mouth opened in a silent scream. Vegeta rarely let Goku 'top', but when he did, the young Saiyan enjoyed it greatly. Vegeta smirked and looked down on Goku's gaping face "You are not done servicing for tonight, Kakarot. Besides, you cannot do this with Broly, can you?" Goku felt a string of jealousy through the bond, but he didn't want to ruin the moment by saying something that might offend the Prince. So he just kept quiet, grabbed Vegeta's hips and started pushing up into his bonded mate, pulling him downwards on each thrust. It wasn't easy with his legs hanging off the stone, but the heels actually helped here, giving him an extra boost.He looked up at Vegeta, whose head was cast back against the starry backdrop and that body which had starred in many confusing dreams over the years before they started sleeping together. The Prince was beautiful. Goku felt a pang of pain inside his chest and Vegeta felt it too. "What is it now? Kakarot?" He looked down at Goku's face. "Nothing. Yer just- Breathtaking." Vegeta flushed and turned his face to the side. "C'mon, 'Geta, this is a night for being honest, why can ya compliment me, but I can't?" Vegeta reached down and grabbed Goku's hair, "look me in the eyes and say it again." Goku found his eyes glowing with desire. "Yer so beautiful." The light coming off Vegeta allowed Goku to see the small blush forming on the Prince's face. "And Vegeta?" "Hmmm?" Goku smirked, "ride my cock." Vegeta snorted, and proceeded to do just that. - After a roaring climax on both ends, the two Saiyans lay up against the stone, cuddling. Vegeta then broke the silence " so… Is that a yes?" Goku looked over at him. " yeah, I think so. But…" Vegeta hummed questionably. "Ya gotta mate with Raditz first. He's waited for so long, and so have you." Vegeta nodded. "That is true. But Kakarot, tell me this." "Yeah?" "Why are you agreeing now, but did not want to before?" Goku sighed, "I guess because I still thought ya preferred Raditz over me. I mean, he was a more traditional Saiyan, didn't have my hang ups and well... He was yer first. I know that from personal experience. I love Broly, but you were my first, so I know how hard that is t' get around."Also… I've spent years playing second fiddle in a relationship. Only with Chichi it wasn't an actual person, but rather an image of her ideal husband. And I swore that I'd never end up in that situation again. Can ya understand that?" Vegeta took a long time answering. "Yes, I can. I am… Sorry you felt like you would not be equal to your brother. I see now why you were so against it." "Thank you. I think it was also my human upbringing messing with me again, humans are brought up around the idea of finding The One. Like, the concept of loving two people as mates is not possible. One has to be less loved than the other. At least most humans think that." Goku added. Vegeta snorted, "and yet they split up at the drop of a hat, unlike with Saiyan mates." Goku nodded, "though, they ain't bonded like mates are, that makes it easier, I guess."Goku looked up at the stars, "Vegeta?" "Mmm?" "Can we stay here for a little while?" "Of course, Kakarot. Come here." Both Saiyans cuddled closer together for warmth and companionship. "By the way, Kakarot…" "No, I ain't keeping the stockings, they're ruined." "Damn. Maybe just the heels?" "...We'll see." - The party had ended by the time Goku returned. He was so drowsy he could've fallen asleep outside cuddled up with Vegeta, but the Prince insisted he go curl up in the nest with the others.Eager to get some sleep and get out of those heels, he made his way towards the nest unsteadily. He plopped down next to Broly, who was a bit of a lightweight it seemed, slid off the heels, much to his feet's gratitude, pulled off the now thoroughly ruined stockings and curled up next to his mate. One of Broly's arms wormed its way around Goku's torso, spooning him from behind.Yeah, Broly was Broly, and Vegeta was Vegeta. It was fine. And Goku was Goku and Raditz was Raditz, it would work out. Thoughts a bit jumbled from everything that happened today, he decided sleep was the biggest priority right now. He curled into Broly's big warm form, and was fast asleep within seconds.
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Goku was cross at having lost 'rock, paper, scissors' to Vegeta. He wanted to be the one to fight the pack one on one. It had been a few days since Goku and the Prince had that long conversation.'I agreed to become his breeding mate…' Goku sat down and placed his hands on his face, pouting, watching as Vegeta, victorious, chose his first opponent. He was certain Vegeta had used their connection to cheat his way into winning. A small voice in the back of his head told him that bonds didn't work that way, but Goku was too sore to listen to it. "I choose Toma!" The tanned Saiyan fist pumped the air and gave a small 'woop' as he stood up. "Wish me luck." He kissed his mate's cheek, making Bardock grin lazily. Toma then followed Vegeta to the center of a makeshift tournament arena and prepared himself to fight the Prince. The rules were simple; no ki blasts, no transformations. And don't touch anything outside the arena. "Hey, don't pout just because ya didn't get the chance to spar." Bardock clapped Goku on the back when he saw his cub's upset expression. "It's not that…" Goku was deciding whether to tell Bardock about his and Vegeta's heart to heart when a sleepy Saiyan interrupted them. "Have I missed anything?" Turles asked in a sleepy voice as he stretched his strong arms above his head. "You guys are having a tournament!" Cheelai said enthusiastically. "Oh, fun." Turles dead panned. He wobbled his way next to her and sat down, hissing when he did. Cheelai raised an eyebrow at the pirate, "you ok?" "...Peachy." Turles was still sore from the night before with Broly and Raditz. The three Saiyans had practically fucked themselves silly, and being a locker, Turles was the one who was left not being able to walk straight. Raditz and Broly seemed fine, of course, none of them had been on the receiving end. The pirate looked towards Broly, then Raditz. The long haired Saiyan was focused on the two warriors ready to battle. Turles huffed. Raditz didn't even seem to notice his presence. "PREPARE YOURSELF, TOMA!" Vegeta roared as he powered up and charged towards his rival. Toma was barely able to block Vegeta's strike. A roundhouse kick followed the Prince's first attack and Toma wasn't able to block that one in time. He was sent flying towards the others and stopped himself midair just before crashing into the spectators. "Oh, SHIT!" Cheelai shrieked before Toma collided with them. Saiyan tournaments could be quite messy, for the fighters AND the audience. "Come on, love, ya can do better!" Shouted Bardock. Determined NOT to just roll over after a few punches, Toma braced himself, arms crossed in front of his face, when the next punch came flying towards him. He managed to stand his ground, but barely. Damn, Vegeta was strong! Using the momentum, he let himself fall backwards and directed a fierce kick to the Prince's solar plexus. Flying backwards, Vegeta caught himself after a few feet. A grin stretched across his face. "Not bad, Toma, you might be able to put up something of a fight!" Eyes narrowing, Toma replied, "hey I was a warrior before your carrier popped you out, YoUr HiGhnESs." The smaller warrior snorted at Toma's sarcastic tone, "you know, when you are losing but also saying you have more experience, you are not making the point you think you are making." "Oh, GIVE HIM HELL!!!!" Bardock suddenly stood up and cheered for his mate. "If ya do well we can do 'the thing'!" Instantly full of energy again, Toma wasted no time and charged at the smaller Saiyan. Raditz leaned over to his carrier, "ya know he won't win, right?" Bardock answered without taking his eyes off the fight, "sure I know. I said 'do well', not 'win'." Toma gave his best, but after about half an hour, he was nearing the end of his stamina, while Vegeta looked fresh as a daisy. The Prince had merely been toying with the tanned Saiyan, not even breaking a sweat.Toma, however, had given his all, so when he was finally punched out of the arena, he had no regrets. His mate running over, and cradling him, and kissing him senseless helped too. "I… Tried…" Toma coughed. "Ya certainly did, babe. I'm proud of ya. Let's get ya a Senzu and later tonight, we can..." Bardock wiggled his eyebrows. Toma was dead tired, but not tired enough not to pop a boner. Heck, he'd still gotten hard over his mate when he was dead. Bardock quickly fetched a Senzu bean, and they both sat down among the crowd. Vegeta dusted invisible dust off himself and faced the audience. "Who next?" He said with eyes locked squarely at Raditz. Shaking his head over the lack of subtlety, Raditz stood up and entered the arena. He gave Vegeta a killer smirk and yelled, "ya know ya want this!" The long haired Saiyan pointed at his body. With a toss of his head and an equally killer smirk, Vegeta simply laughed.Getting into a defensive stance, both warriors got ready. At an invisible signal, both rushed at the other, punches and kicks being exchanged.The onlookers were glued to the sights, everyone except two Saiyans.During the rush nobody noticed that two of them had snuck away. Hidden behind an outcrop, Goku watched and sensed how the match was going.Still annoyed over Vegeta 'cheating', even if he couldn't figure out HOW he'd cheated, Goku had gotten an idea. It'd only taken a few heated looks, and swishing of his tail to get Broly to follow him back here. Now, Goku just had to wait.With one hand enveloping Broly's hard on, slowly pumping, he waited patiently. Broly was confused, but definitely not complaining. Goku couldn't touch himself, because Vegeta would feel it and might get suspicious, but a few memories of some of the stuff Goku and Broly had done was enough to get him nice and slick down there. Meanwhile, Vegeta and Raditz were still pummeling each other. Well, Vegeta was doing the pummeling and Raditz tried to keep up. "This brings back old memories, don't it?" "Your feeble attempts at distracting me will not work, Raditz!" Raditz cursed Vegeta's sharp mind and continued trying to block as much as he could. At this rate, he wasn't going to last long. Vegeta did not hold back.Much like with Toma, one could see he was being worn down, slowly but surely.A few more blows and victory would be Vegeta's. Knowing this was the moment he'd been waiting for, Goku slid off his 'Bulma approved' shorts with one hand and turned towards Broly. "Broly, when I say ‘now’, I want ya t' enter me. Just push all the way inside me, as hard as ya can. And then fuck me like ya mean it, but be careful not t' make too much noise, ok?" The wild Saiyan nodded vigorously, confused, but lined himself up with Goku's breeder as Goku bent forward, hands bracing on his knees, still keeping his eyes on the fight. With a triumphant laugh, sure of his victory, Vegeta punched Raditz, and then closed the distance again, arm raised to deliver the final blow. Goku excitedly whispered, "okay, now!" He relaxed his body as much as he could. Broly surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one fell swoop.Goku had braced himself and only rocked forward a bit with a muffled moan. Vegeta, however… Raditz squeezed his eyes shut as Vegeta's fist came down on him. The punch never came, and only a strangled moan was heard. Raditz slowly opened an eye to see a fist hovering in front of his face.A mix of arousal, surprise and rage created an interesting expression on Vegeta's face, as did the very prominent blush on his cheeks.Another moan came out of the Prince's mouth before he slapped a hand over it, knees clenched together and tail swishing aggressively. "Vegeta…? Are ya, ok?" Raditz stood up to inspect Vegeta better. The Prince nodded violently before a muffled noise escaped him again. "Yes, yes, it is noth-" He broke off, and bent over, panting. He remained in this position, shivering and sweating, for around thirty seconds, the occasional 'hngh' and 'pant' being heard. Both Raditz and the crowd were very confused at this point.Seemingly coming to a decision, Vegeta rose up again, and looked directly at Raditz's crotch where the fight and Vegeta's proximity had already had an effect. "I am fine, but your brother will not be!" He snarled. Before Raditz had time to process that, Vegeta grabbed Raditz's armor bottoms and ripped them clean off. He kicked Raditz to the ground, before ripping off his own spandex leggings. Before seating himself viciously on Raditz's cock, he yelled out, "KAKAROT! I KNOW IT IS YOU DOING THIS!" A few dots connected in the mind of Raditz and the audience as a wave of laughter spread among the crowd. Lemo cringed and turned to look the other way. "So much for the sex schedule…" "Oh, you knew that thing was never going to last." Cheelai tsked. Cat calls were tossed at the couple in the arena. "Think that's cheating, Vegeta!" Turles hollered. Toma laughed and added his two cents, "how come you didn't use that technique with me, Vegeta?" Bardock snorted. "Hey, someone note him down as disqualified!" Face burning red with rage and arousal, Vegeta vowed to make Goku pay for this afterwards.Raditz had a rough idea of what had happened, but wasn't sure if he'd won or not. And honestly, if he'd lost, this was a pretty sweet consolation prize. Goku meanwhile was having a blast; double pleasure from the bond, and gotten even with the Prince. Sure he'd be dead in about half an hour once Vegeta could chase him, but hey, 'been there, done that'. - About forty five minutes later, the crowd was enjoying the sight of Vegeta chasing Goku around, yelling at the top of his head. All in all, it was a pretty good, if short, tournament.
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After yesterday's unusual tournament and after Vegeta had gotten even with Goku, it was decided to give it another try. This time without outside 'influence'. Everyone in the pack looked at Goku and Vegeta here. Bardock looked at his youngest and the Prince, "so if you guys could NOT use the bond to mess with each other, that would be nice." Goku rubbed the back of his neck, nodding. Vegeta simply 'hmph-ed' and looked away. Taking that as a yes, Bardock continued. "right. So, since there has been some concerns about the former method used to pick who starts, we'll be doing it differently." Here Vegeta was unable to hold back, "for the last time, Kakarot, I did not cheat! You just suck at 'rock, paper, scissors'!" "I know ya cheated, even if I dun know how!" Vegeta seethed, "you always pick the same order! First rock, then-" A sharp whistle tore through the air, making the Saiyans wince slightly. "That's enough! We'll flip this stone, whoever picks the face up side wins." Holding up a flat circular stone with an 'X' scratched onto one side, Bardock laid it on his thumb, ready to flip it.The stone was flipped into the air, where it spun rapidly, before descending again. It landed on Bardock's hand, and was quickly covered by his other hand. "Calls?" Goku yelled, "cross!" While vegeta solemnly picked 'smooth'. Bardock lifted his left hand and called out, "cross! Kakarot gets to fight." Goku cheered, lifting his arms up in the air.Vegeta growled. "Ohh, stop Prince Pouty, you got to go yesterday." Turles hollered at the smaller warrior. Face red with the reminder of what had occurred yesterday and the nickname, Vegeta stomped and took a seat in the 'bleachers' next to Raditz. Eagerly skipping on his feet, Goku made his way to the arena. "Hmmmmm." Goku put a hand on his hips and tapped his chin with the other. "I choose… Turles!" The pirate snapped his head towards Goku and whined, "me?! I can't even walk right yet!" "I know, I've been watchin' ya wobble around everywhere since yesterday. Time t' get rid of those kinks." Goku smiled evilly at the dark skinned Saiyan. Turles, who sat there with his internal organs still not having fully reached their original location, groaned. "Then I'm eating a Senzu bean before the fight." "You do know these do not grow on trees, right?" Vegeta snapped at the pirate. Goku interrupted, "actually, Korin told me that they-" "Shut up, clown! I do not need your opinion." "Fine. I'll eat half." Turles replied, raising his arms in a shrug, once again thinking about how much those two sounded like an old mated couple. Vegeta reluctantly consented and tossed a bean to the renegade. Turles took half a bite of the small leguminous seed and tossed the other half back at the Prince. The effects were immediate. Turles felt his insides rearranging themselves and any torn tissue was fixed. "Much better." He would've done this yesterday but Saiyan pride had a way of interfering with any external help.Making his way to the arena more eagerly now, he reached the center and started doing warm up stretches. A few feet away, Goku was doing his own set of stretches. "Come on, already!" The crowd was starting to get impatient. Turles and Goku finished their warm up and confronted one another. "Shall we continue our little battle we had on your mudball of a planet?" "Ya mean when I almost killed ya? By the way, how DID ya survive that blast?" Goku asked the pirate. "If there's something the Goddess keeps safe, it's kids, idiots, and assholes." That didn't answer Goku's question. "That really didn't help much." "No, but do you want to get to the fight or not?" Goku sighed, "yeah, fine!" Turles was a mystery wrapped up in an enigma inside the body of a slut. But Goku was sure he'd get to know the pirate's secrets one way or another.Both took their defensive stands, preparing for the fight. Without warning they shot at each other with a roar, and the match was off.Goku had power, yes, but Turles had experience fighting dirty. He used his allure to his advantage and Goku was not above falling prey to his seductive ways.A swipe of his tail under Goku's nose there, a stray touch to his pecs here, Goku was quickly overwhelmed by sensation and couldn't properly concentrate on the fight. He became sloppy.As soon as he saw an opening in Goku's defense, Turles aimed a punch at his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of the Earth raised Saiyan. Goku fell to his knees and wheezed. "Yer not- Fighting fair!" Turles grinned and walked towards his rival. He bent down to whisper in his ear. "You never said anything about that in the rules. As far as I'm concerned, any fighting method is allowed." Either go hard or go home. Goku sneered at the pirate's words. His hand shot out towards Turles' throat and before the dark Saiyan could evade it, Goku's hand closed around his neck. "NO! What- Are you doing?!" Turles choked out. "Taking a page outta yer book." Goku grinned victoriously. "ARE YOU- CRAZY?!" Turles tried to dislodge Goku's hand but the Saiyan was just too strong. "You'll- Kill us- All. Please!" Goku started. He could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Cheelai gasped and stood up, "Let go of him!" "Ok, ok!" Goku slowly let go as if he had a frightened animal in front of him and not another Saiyan. Turles stood there gasping. The bomb in his neck would've probably destroyed the entire planet if it suddenly went off. Before Goku could ask any questions, Turles quickly said through clenched teeth, "you win." He then turned tail and stepped out of the ring. A silence hung over everyone as they watched Turles make his way away from the arena, Cheelai following him after a few seconds. "What was that all about?" Toma asked nobody in particular. Bardock squinted. He knew Turles had been acting strange but this took the cake. He would have to confront the pirate sooner than later. "I don't know, but right now I think we need to give him some space." Goku stood at the center of the arena, still trying to understand what had just happened. He chalked it up to Turles just being… Well, Turles, and turned to the spectators that were left. "So, do we just move onto the next fight, or what?" "The show must go on." Vegeta shrugged. Goku nodded and regarded the warriors. "I choose… Broly?" Everyone gasped and looked at the wild Saiyan, who couldn't help but smile joyfully at being picked.With his tail swishing like a cat about to pounce, Broly made his way into the arena. "Kakarot! Are you sure about this?" Vegeta was honestly worried about Goku's choice of partner. "Sure! Broly's gotten better at controllin' himself, plus, we can't transform or use ki blasts, remember? I trust him t' follow the rules." Broly smiled, besotted with Goku's words and walked to the center of the arena. "Alright, Broly. Ready?" Broly nodded at Goku and blocked as the smaller Saiyan charged at him full force.Both warriors danced around each other, bouncing at high speed all over the arena. Even Vegeta had a hard time trying to follow their moves.
'Kakarot. I hope you know what you are doing.'
True, Broly had done a lot of progress in the control area, but they hadn't ever really tested it. All they had done was short sparring sessions. Vegeta would give Broly the benefit of the doubt, but he kept his muscles coiled and ready should things go south. Meanwhile, Goku was enjoying the merry chase, his superior ki sensing giving him an edge when it came to dodging Broly's powerful attacks. Broly was slowly getting more and more annoyed over not being able to hit Goku. Not to mention Goku's slightly taunting laugh that echoed all over the arena.He sped up, hoping to catch his mate, but Goku kept up and still avoided getting hit.Faster and faster he chased, getting more and more agitated. Broly powered up more, and Goku matched his ki. The large Saiyan was teetering on the edge of going feral. Goku remembered how they were when they first started sparring. Goku had to transform into an Ascended Super Saiyan only to catch up with Broly in his normal form. The only reason he was besting Broly now was because Goku had learned that agility and speed came a long way. Broly was much more powerful than Goku, there was no doubt about that. But power wasn't always everything. Sometimes, however, it was. With a flare of energy, Broly slipped into his feral state, and the extra ki gave him a big speed boost, and a huge hand clamped down around Goku's neck, trapping him effectively. The feral Saiyan used the handle to slam Goku into the ground, where he lay gasping for air, trying to say Broly's name. Goku's eyes met Broly's golden ones, not an ounce of recognition was to be found in them. Goku's vision was going dark around the edges when he finally saw a flicker of something in Broly's eyes, something that right after turned into horrified understanding. A fraction of a second after Broly let go of his mate's neck like he'd been burned, two blue glowing fists slammed down on the back of Broly's head, and he slumped over out cold. Once again having trouble getting air, this time because of Broly's bulk on top of him, Goku gasped, relieved when Vegeta, still in Super Saiyan Blue form, rolled the large warrior off him. Wheezing and gasping, he sat up, feeling Vegeta's hands on his shoulders, and looked up into his worried eyes. He then looked over at Broly's still form, and quickly checked if he was ok. "Are you alright, Kakarot?" "I'm fine," Goku croaked and touched his neck. "Throat ain't doin' too cool." He replied, not taking his eyes off Broly. "How about we just call it a day?" Goku nodded absentmindedly, still processing almost being choked by his own mate. "Everyone, tournament is over." Vegeta announced. Bardock and Raditz ignored the Prince and came running over. "Cub/Brother! You ok?!" The Saiyans asked. Goku nodded, still looking sad and lost. Bardock crouched down and hugged him. His cub may be an adult, but almost getting killed by your own mate was a lot to swallow. "Come on." Bardock said and gently lead Kakarot back to the cave. Raditz and Vegeta looked at each other, both not sure what to say, and instead just hoisted Broly up and headed towards the cave, as did the rest of the crowd. - About an hour later Broly flew out of the nest, and raced towards Goku, enveloping him in a fierce hug, chanting 'I'm sorries' and 'please, don't leaves', with barely contained tears. Goku, having calmed down at this point, reassured him that he was not leaving, and that he didn't blame him. "I shoulda sensed that ya were slippin'." Both of them clung to each other after that for a long while, and it took longer than usual before either of them could fall asleep that night. It would be a long time before Broly could participate in another tournament.
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Broly watched while Lemo shouted at them. 'Them' being Goku, Raditz, Turles, and himself for wrecking his entire room.The small alien had an impressive set of lungs for his size. Cheelai, meanwhile, was laughing loudly a few feet away, slyly commenting that maybe the Saiyans liked how he smelled. Vegeta, arms crossed and tail swishing angrily behind, simply glared at Goku, (im)patiently waiting his turn to dish out punishment. Mind you, Vegeta was happy Broly and Goku had worked out their issues, HOWEVER, because of the bond he shared with Goku, he'd still been forced to jack off in a lowly human cafe bathroom, of all places, when he went to visit Bulma and his kids back on Earth. Not to mention that he knew with a hundred and ten percent certainty that he'd never hear the end of it from Bulma.He was still unsure how Lemo had beaten him to the 'loud discipline' part he was currently dishing out, but maybe he'd developed a sort of sense for when his stuff was messed with. Broly, in the meantime, listened mostly out of politeness, rather than actual worry, and glanced down at his mate, his tail making a small, happy 'thump' on the ground where the four of them were currently kneeling on.A few hours ago they had shared a very intense and intimate moment. Broly had transformed into a Super Saiyan, and Goku had followed suit. Lemo's new bed had finally given out and collapsed under such raw power. Still, he'd gladly take a whole day of yelling from Lemo if it meant that he and Kakarot could once again feel comfortable around each other, like they could now. Broly had been afraid once he felt his control slipping, afraid of hurting Goku, but once Goku had told him to 'fucking wreck him', Broly had let his control slip and the golden aura had enveloped his body. Goku let him practically destroy his breeder. Broly had even bitten him again to show everyone in the room whom Goku belonged to. And then Goku had bitten him in return.The wild Saiyan had to suppress the urge to purr at that particular memory. Turles had certainly outdone himself with his idea of reliving some of the story Raditz had told them about that particular night at the fire.He did feel bad for Lemo though, but he felt even worse over knowing fully well he'd do it again, if given the chance to go back and change things. Aside from being joined with his mate in their ascended forms, there was one memory that kept coming up to the front of his mind.He remembered placing his hand on Goku's lower belly and feeling how Turles fucked him. He also remembered the description Goku had given him.Did it really feel that good?He'd known that the lockers seemed to really enjoy it when they were entered, Hell, Vegeta and Goku had even fought over who got to try him next at one point, but he'd never actually wanted to try himself. The sex had been amazing and wonderfully new and exciting just as it was. But now, now he couldn't help but wonder if it really felt THAT good. Sure,Toma who'd been very against being topped had come around and tried it. Even Raditz, who'd fought so hard to avoid it, had given in shortly after Broly had mounted him, and had seemed to really enjoy himself. That brought up the memory of the promise he made to Raditz back when he'd just been brought back from the dead. Broly had promised to let Raditz top him someday. Promise aside, even the other Saiyans seemed to think Raditz was the best suited one to do the breaching, having done this for a living on Vegetasei. He was a bit hesitant though. Broly was no stranger to pain, growing up here, his source's unending training, bug attacks, etc. He'd had his fair share of bumps and bruises. Goku was no wuss when it came to pain either, but even he said that it hurt like Hell to get breached. But Goku had also said there was no pleasure like that of having a dick fill you up. Maybe the pain would be worth it. Vegeta put a stop to Lemo's tirade and simply said he would bring a capsule house for him. "Collect your things, and by the time I come back, I wish to see the rest of the house reduced to ashes." Without another word, the Prince put two fingers on his forehead and disappeared. He'd been in too much of a hurry to get back and yell at Goku to grab the items he'd wanted to bring back anyway. Broly still gasped whenever Goku or Vegeta did that instant transmission trick. "There. See now? Ya can stop yer shouting, Lemo." Raditz twisted a finger inside his ear. "That's not the point!" Lemo yelled. Cheelai stepped closer to her friend and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Lemo, I'll help you get your stuff from the wreckage." She couldn't help but giggle some more. Lemo grumbled, but figured he should get his stuff before Vegeta came back and just blew up the house with him and the remaining surviving possessions in it. He turned around and stomped into the remains of the house, Cheelai at his heels, snickering. Figuring that the lecture was over, for now, Broly quickly kissed Goku on the cheek, before he stood up walked up to where Raditz was now standing, tail still in between his legs. "Raditz, can we talk?" A bit apprehensive, Raditz nodded and followed him out the cave. Was this about Kakarot and himself? Raditz had gotten the message loud and clear when Broly had glared at him while in Super Saiyan form and fucking Goku like his life depended on it, so hopefully that would not be it.They flew for about five minutes and landed on an outcropping somewhere far from bugs or the weasel creatures. Unsure how to start, Broly asked, "you used to be a breacher? Yes?" Confused, Raditz replied, "yes, back on Vegetasei, why?" Broly's tail flicked with unrest as he struggled to put his request into words. "I made you a promise, do you remember?" Eyes widening with realization, Raditz answered, "yes, back during the…" Broly nodded, "I think… I'm ready for that now, and both Kakarot and Turles said you would be the best one to help me." Raditz took on a serious demeanor, "well, they're right about that, but ya do understand that it's gonna hurt, like a lot. Especially since yer strength will have made the membrane tougher than most others." Broly wrung his hands a bit, "are you saying that you can't…?" Raditz shook his head, "no, it's not that, more; I'm gonna need help from either Kakarot or Vegeta, or both if it comes to that, are ya okay with that?" Raditz remembered his times on Vegetasei when he was a breacher. The stronger Saiyans always were harder to breach and Raditz would need help from others to hold them down.Being breached had properly been the one situation where a weaker power level and slighter build had been a perk. Broly thought back to the first fight he had with Kakarot and Vegeta, or rather, what Kakarot had told him because Broly hardly remembered what went down. "They… Weren't strong enough to stop me, both at the same time. Kakarot told me they used their I.T.-thing and when they came back, they were one person. Apparently, I'd been beating up Frieza for an hour by then." At this point, Raditz tried desperately to hide that he'd just shit his metaphorical pants. An hour?! That would be… Half a degree on Vegetasei time! And even Kakarot and Vegeta couldn't defeat him?! "I- Imma need to talk this over with Vegeta and Kakarot." Raditz choked out as reality hit him hard. While it seemed that every Saiyan had the ability to go Super, Broly was THE Super Saiyan of this millennia. He was going to be breaching THE Legendary! "Did… They win?" He dared to ask, clinging to a small smidgen of hope. "Kakarot said they were going to destroy me, since I wouldn't back down, even after we'd broken reality somehow. But Cheelai wished for me to be sent back here before they could deliver the finishing blow and that snapped me out of it." It was lucky that Saiyans so very rarely had to use the bathroom, because had Raditz been equipped with the digestive system of a human, he'd have turned himself inside out at that moment and thoroughly ruined his armor bottoms. Instead he simply turned pale greenish, and fought the urge to hurl as he pictured himself breaching this behemoth of a Saiyan.If he made one wrong move, Broly would crush him between his thighs as easily as a sparrow's egg. "Yep. Definitely need to talk to them first…" Broly nodded, "let me know what you decide," and flew off, eager to get back to Goku and cuddle a bit. When Broly was out of sight, Raditz's knees finally gave out and he slumped to the ground, and sat there for about twenty minutes trying to calm himself down.This would be, by far, the scariest thing he would do in his life. And he'd been in Hell, in the Frieza force, and at one point had to tell Bardock that he'd used his sweet chewing sticks for fuel by accident. No way he'd be able to do this alone, Super Saiyan level unlocked or not. He'd need to talk to Vegeta at the first chance, after he'd calmed down that is. Especially if this fusion thing which the Prince so detested would be needed. Oh, Goddess, would he even be strong enough to breach him at all? He'd always tried to make it as fast and smooth as possible. Get it over in one fast swoop, but if the membrane was as tough as he feared… It would be extremely painful for Broly and he, himself, would end up extremely dead extremely fast.It was rare, but sometimes a more powerful Saiyan was called in to assist, and a greater amount of ki concentrated in the fingertips was used to slice the membrane, and Raditz feared that it would be the only solution here. Had it been back on Vegetasei, the Saiyans who'd been scheduled to be breached could've gotten some booze in them before the procedure. The breaching was traditionally something that had to be endured, but when the difference between breacher and the soon-to-be-breached was too large, booze was allowed to make it safer for the breacher. Sadly, the only thing they had access to was Earth liquor, which couldn't hold a candle to Saiyan alcohol. Well, he was getting nowhere fast like this, he'd have to wait and talk to Vegeta and Goku before he could get anywhere further.Decision made, he flew back towards the cave, hoping that this would go well for everyone involved. Especially him.
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Being a breacher was not an easy job. Any Saiyan born and raised on Vegetasei would know that. Breachers would more often than not end up with new scars, granted, Saiyans loved to show off their scars, battle scars that is. Scars from a pissed off locker getting breached were not really something to brag about. Many a time, breachers would end up with wounds that would never heal. Raditz knew a breacher who got his testicles ripped off while he was breaching someone. Most of the time though, it was just a split lip or a black eye. Both the breacher and the Saiyan being breached knew it was just a reflex, lashing out mindlessly because of the pain.And the apologies were usually waved off when they came afterwards. This, however, could easily result in even more than a pair of torn gonads. Lost in thought, Raditz approached the cave, as he flew closer he could hear Vegeta's already loud voice get even louder.It seemed he'd finally gotten back, and was now ripping his brother a new one.He landed a few feet away from where Vegeta was once again chasing a loudly apologizing Goku around, much like after the first tournament, making Raditz snort from the sight. Turles had wisely made his retreat at some point and was nowhere to be found, while Broly simply sat and made calf's eyes at Goku. Raditz guessed the two of them would be like newly mated all over again for a while. Great. Well, Vegeta was definitely not in a mood to talk about assisting with a breaching of this magnitude right now. Having learned to choose his battles when it came to the mercury temper of the Prince, he decided to wait it out for now. After letting Vegeta scream his angry little heart out for a few minutes, he cautiously approached him. "Vegeta, calm down. Kakarot kinda got lured into it, and none of us remembered the bond either." Vegeta turned, nostrils flaring, but unwilling to take it out on him, thankfully. He glared at Raditz for a few seconds before he bit out, "FINE! But I know you fucked him too, and you better fuck me even better later!" Never one to say 'no' to sex with Vegeta, especially if it got him in a better mood, Raditz simply nodded before following Vegeta's stomping form into the cave, leaving Broly and Goku to cuddle together. - "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" "But 'Geeetaaaaaa~" "DO NOT 'GETA' ME, KAKAROT. There is no way in HELL that I am fusing with you again!" The Prince crossed his arms and turned his back to Goku. "C'mon, 'Geta! It ain't for me! It's for Broly and t' make it safe for quicksh- I mean, Raditz." "H-HEY!" Raditz squeaked. "The answer is still NO, Kakarot!" "Please? This is the only way Broly will ever be able t' try this. And the only way Raditz can do it safely." "What's so bad about this fusion thing anyway?" Bardock sat on a chair, chewing on a sweet flavored stick, watching Vegeta bicker and Goku beg. "THE PROCESS IS DEMEANING, THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG!" "Calm down, Vegeta, I'll be doin' it too." "You do not count! You have no sense of shame!" "Ok, ok, can ya show me why it's so bad, at least?" Bardock asked. "Well, I can show ya my half of the dance. Vegeta would then have t' do the same, on the other side." Bardock simply nodded, "yeah, sure." Goku moved a bit away and proudly showed up one half of the fusion dance. "And that's it, but you gotta remember t' also even out the power levels." Bardock sat gaping, the sweet stick fell out of his mouth, unnoticed by him. "THAT'S the fusion dance!? It's the dumbest shit I've ever seen!" "THANK YOU!" Came from an irate Vegeta. "I dun get it, what's wrong with it?" Goku scratched the back of his head. Bardock simply face palmed with the air of a parent who has to accept that their offspring is a bit lacking. "It's- How should I put it… Corny." Toma helped. Goku tilted his head, "corny? How?" Toma desperately tried to find a nice way to say what he thought. Bardock had no such problems, "it looks like a dance from those dumb ass alien kid shows we used to watch as cubs, mixed with shitty gymnastic. No reasonable adult would be caught dead doing it." Turles just sat in his nest, snickering at the Prince's fate. Cheelai, who was sitting next to him, elbowed the pirate.Turles just looked down pointedly at the small recording device she'd hidden in her hand, making her shrug in a 'well, it was too good to miss' -way.Turles knew he liked her for a reason. Raditz felt it was time to cut to the chase, and stepped over to Vegeta. "I hate saying this, but I can't do this alone without help. He'll likely kill me… By accident." The mood plummeted, as everyone watched Vegeta for a reaction. "He- Can Broly not simply go without being breached?" Vegeta looked towards the wild Saiyan and stretched his hand out at Broly's general direction. Broly clenched his fists under the eyes of everyone. "Because of how I was raised, I never got to try this while it would've been safer. And so, if possible, I'd like to have this small part of me not be lost to me anymore." Vegeta's mouth open and closed several times, his hand still outstretched towards Broly. "Listen. I would help, I really would, it is just…" Goku knew what this was really about, even without the bond.Raditz could die, and Vegeta had only just gotten him back after all those years. The young Saiyan walked towards Vegeta and placed a reaffirming hand on him. "We can do this, 'Geeta. We can help Broly out AND keep Raditz safe." And, like always, the Prince's resoluteness started crumbling. "Look, I get it, Vegeta, but if things start goin' south we knock Broly out, ok?" The last part was aimed at Broly, who nodded accepting the terms, fully aware of the danger he was when he lost himself. "No can do, baby brother." Raditz, along with Toma and Bardock, shook his head. "Why not?" Goku asked, confused. "It would break tradition." Bardock spoke out, "a recently breached Saiyan must get fucked right after he's breached, you know, to get the prize after the sacrifice? And he must be conscious in order to enjoy the prize." "Surely this counts as a special case?" Goku asked. The scarred Saiyan huffed. "A bit, yes. On Vegetasei this would definitely qualify for assistance booze, but sadly we don't have anything strong enough, and that was all the support that was usually allowed." Vegeta was torn, on the one hand he of all should be in favor of keeping tradition, on the other hand, it was one of his intended mates who's life was on the line. He made a decision, "we shall follow tradition, BUT since there is no protocol for the breaching of a legendary, we may intervene if the lives of the pack are at risk. So let us try and have this go smoothly, agreed?" He turned towards Raditz, "also, I am officially approving the use of greater ki assistance in the breach." Raditz sighed, relieved. With this permission he could use a makeshift ki-scalpel to breach the membrane. Goku nodded, "Raditz yer the expert, what do ya need from us after the fusion?" "Really, I just need ya to stop Broly from attacking me. And potentially help keep his legs spread since they tend to try and close them by reflex." Goku nodded again, "how long would ya say it might take?" "Depending on the thickness, it can be anywhere between two clicks to ten clicks, but with Broly's strength my estimate is a quarter count." Goku looked puzzledly at Vegeta. The Prince sighed and did some quick calculations, "he means four seconds to twenty seconds, but he thinks it might take half a minute." "Alright, we have more than enough time then. Let's do this. 'Geeta?" "I am not doing it here!" "Oh, but we want to see His Majesty dance~" Turles teased the Prince. Vegeta turned sharply to stare at the dark skinned Saiyan. He was about to deliver a scathing remark when Goku interrupted him. "Alright, we can do it outside." Goku sauntered out the cave. He really didn't see anything wrong with the steps to fuse, maybe it was a Saiyan thing. Vegeta reluctantly followed after him. Finding a flat spot wide enough, Goku waited for the royal to join him.Standing next to Goku with a few feet between them, both leveled out their power levels until they matched.No way was Vegeta going to do this more than absolutely needed, so it needed to be perfect at the first try.With every part of him rebelling against it, he and Goku moved in perfect synchronization. "Fuuuuu- Sion!" Both mouthed the words at the same time. One more step. With a 'HA' yelled in unison, an explosion of power flared to life in front of the cave.Neither Goku or Vegeta noticed the others creeping towards them to see what this fusion technique was all about. Lemo had been the only one to stay behind in case anything went wrong. But the curious Saiyans, and apparently, Cheelai, liked to step head first into danger.When the audience could finally open their eyes from the bright light, everyone gaped at what they saw. Even Turles who'd been ready with a sassy comment was dumbfounded by the sight.Cheelai shamelessly held up the recording device in full view as she too stared slack jawed.Both Vegeta and Goku were sexy, but when combined, it reached a whole new level. Power rolled off the figure until you could almost taste it on the tongue, and all the Saiyans had to shift themselves in their trousers, that were suddenly far too snug. A dual voice carried on the desert wind that playfully moved a single lock of hair that fell over two dark and sharp eyes. "And THIS is what you call a fusion. The dance is stupid, but the pay off…" Well aware of the lust they was inspiring, Gogeta crossed their arms over their half naked chest and let the pack look its fill. About to ask a gaping and drooling Raditz if they should get a move on, Gogeta's attention was instead grabbed by the sudden rise of a large power level. Seemed not everyone was happy to see Gogeta.Broly sat curled in on himself on a rock, ki spilling out of him, and his breathing was shallow and fast. This could be bad.
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Quickly assessing the situation, Gogeta ordered everyone else to get back in the cave, as they prepared themselves to have to I.T. Broly away, should it be needed. Where they would I.T. him to was a different matter. Meanwhile, Broly was hanging on by a thread, the sight of the fused form having caused a deep instinctual fear response like Broly had never experienced.He'd been stronger than pretty much everything since he was young, the necklace being the only thing he'd really feared. But this… That whole day had shook him; all the new people, the different planet, having to fight strangers despite never really having fought, the blank spot in his memory that told him he'd once again lost himself, his source's death… Everything had been pulled up to the surface at the sight of Gogeta. Hyperventilating he curled himself up further. Kakarot, where was Kakarot? He needed him! "Broly?" The dual voice came. The wild Saiyan shivered at the voice. That same voice he had heard during their epic battle. The same voice that came along with superior strength and power. "Look at us." The voice sounded closer. Broly looked up, fear shone in his eyes. Gogeta put their hands out, palm up, and smiled warmly, "we aren't going to hurt you." Broly forced himself to remain sitting despite everything telling him to defend himself. "Broly, it's us, we're in here. Vegeta and me, just us fused together, feel our ki." Broly reached out with his ki, he was still a novice, especially compared to his mate, but this ki was too large not to be able to feel. He cautiously felt the ki, pushing down the fear that rose up at the recognition of the ki he subconsciously feared. Once he moved past that though… There, Kakarot's warm ki, like a stream of red sunlight mixed up in Vegeta's cool blue ki. "Kakarot, are you really in there?" Gogeta smiled a smile that was one hundred percent Goku as they reached out with one hand, slowly. "Kakarot is in here, as is Vegeta. But we are a new person, still composed of Kakarot and Vegeta. It sounds strange, we know, but that's how fusion works." Gogeta, still having their hand outstretched, took a step closer to Broly. Broly instinctively curled in on himself more at the movement, but forced himself to relax and think about his mate being there, inside this new person. "Come, Broly, you can overcome your fear. We're not here to fight you. We promise, it's just for Raditz's safety. If you're truly scared we can do this another day." Broly took a deep breath, "no. No, I can do this, I'm just… Afraid. Of you, and myself. What I might do." Gogeta took another step and crouched down in front of the scared warrior. The part that was Goku wanted nothing more than to dissolve the fusion here and now, but if Broly was brave enough to still try, then so be it. The part that was Vegeta knew that this fusion wouldn't be happening again anytime soon. So Broly had to get over himself and get his fear under check. They didn't have all day. In less than thirty minutes, the fusion would dissolve. Gogeta nodded, "very well then." They turned towards the cave, "Raditz, come out, we're ready to begin." Raditz poked his head out cautiously, along with the others, "he calm again?" Gogeta nodded, "as much as he can be, but we're here in case it goes south." Raditz swallowed nervously, before turning towards Broly. "Ok, Broly, I'll walk ya through this, so don't worry, but first I think we should put some distance between us and the pack." Everyone agreed and the three, technically four, Saiyans flew to a distant spot, away from the cave, and where the bugs couldn't climb up and interrupt.They landed on a plateau and Raditz knew he'd have to get this started soon as Gogeta was on a deadline. "Broly, can ya remove yer pelt and leggings, and then lie down on yer back?" Broly did as asked. Gogeta then asked, "what do you need us to do?" Raditz decided to play it as safe as possible, "if ya could sit with yer legs on his arms, and hold his legs, I think that would be best." Gogeta nodded and sat down with their legs balanced on top of Broly's large overarms, and a firm grip around the back of Broly's knees. Gogeta could feel Broly tense up as they settled on top of him. "You doing okay, Broly?" Broly's voice sounded nervous when he said, "I'm good, but, Raditz, can you tell me what you're doing?" Raditz crouched down between Broly's legs, "sure, since there's no point in just tearing like you'd traditionally do, I'll use a small amount of ki and sharpen it at the tip of my fingers, I'll then make a fast cut, opening the membrane and if everything goes well, right after that I'll fuck ya. Just a formality. But I'll be honest, it's gonna hurt, really bad, hence Gogeta being here to stop ya or I.T. ya." He then added, "I'll guide ya every step of the way, Broly. Dontcha worry about a thing." Raditz carefully felt underneath Broly's balls, feeling out the spot that he would need to cut open. "Every Saiyan here and in the pack has been breached at some point. We all know what it's like, and like ninety percent of the ones I have breached shed a tear during it, so don't worry about being tough and all that, okay? "Now this," here, Raditz carefully held the sac away with one hand and stroked a finger over the membrane with the other, "is where I'll make the cut, okay?" Broly was really not looking forward to that, just feeling Raditz's finger stroking him showed how sensitive that spot was. "Ok, now grab onto the ground or something, and no need to keep silent, we've all been there. I'll start gathering energy now." With a flare of ki he went into Super Saiyan mode, just in case.A small flow of ki enveloped Raditz's middle and index fingers, and took the form of a very small half circle, sharper than a razor blade as he pointed them towards the membrane. Gogeta braced themselves on top of Broly, shit was about to hit the fan. "Take a deep breath for me, I'll make this as fast as I can." Raditz told Broly. Broly inhaled and immediately felt a sharp pain as Raditz's fingers pressed against his membrane. The cut kept getting deeper, and the pain reached an unbearable level. Broly shouted. His ki started flaring violently. "Broly, no! You're making the skin tougher!" Gogeta yelled. "Force it down!" Raditz started sweating, trying not to cut more than he had to with Broly moving and wriggling around. He knew he had to finish this, he couldn't leave Broly half cut down there, he'd go mad from the pain, but every second increased the chance of Broly losing control and killing him.Raditz pushed his fingers in deeper. Suddenly, Broly's aura erupted from his body as he transformed. Gogeta cursed and flared into Super Saiyan Blue, and forced him down, making cracks appear under Broly's body. "Hurry, Raditz!" Gogeta yelled. "I'm almost done, just four more clicks! The skin's even tougher now!" Gogeta clenched their teeth and they held onto Broly's legs and pushed down on Broly's arms as hard as they could. Neither Goku or Vegeta was about to let Raditz die on them, and so they held on during the longest eight seconds ever. Broly was screaming in rage and pain under them and it broke Goku's heart to hear it.The ground underneath them cracked and shattered as Broly's ki danced furiously around them. Finally, Raditz's ki blade made it all the way down to the end of the membrane. His fingers reached the opening to Broly's cervix and he stopped. "Done!" He pulled his fingers out and released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He moved away fast to give Broly a chance to calm down and get out of the line of fire if he didn't, and powered down. Gogeta let go of Broly's legs and carefully and quickly turned around, keeping Broly pinned to the rocky ground. "Broly, it's over! Calm down, you did it!" Broly opened his eyes and saw his blue nemesis sitting on his chest. The wild Saiyan frowned and roared, trying to dislodge Gogeta. "Broly, we're going to try something, hang on." With their tail, Gogeta grabbed hold of the fusion style pants, and ripped them off themselves. The tail then went to wrap itself around Broly's flaccid dick and began pumping it.Broly stopped screaming, and froze for a second, before he started wiggling and grunting, still sort of struggling, but also unsure about what was going on. Broly was already so worked up that his heart rate was through the roof, so it didn't take long before he was hard and 'fighting' was no longer on the forefront of his mind.He started struggling less as the pain melted away and no new pain was felt. When he was calmer and hard enough, Gogeta removed their tail, prompting angry growls from Broly. Gogeta quickly maneuvered themselves above him and with a grimace sank down on Broly's length.Broly stopped struggling completely at this point. Setting a fast rhythm, Gogeta moved rapidly on top of Broly's form. After a few thrusts, Broly's Super Saiyan form started flickering and shortly after it melted away as Broly came, overwrought from everything.Gogeta let go of their transformation as well, and sat breathing hard on top of Broly. That had been a close one. Sensing he was calm enough now, they called out to Raditz to come back and finish the job. Raditz approached cautiously, eyes flickering appreciatively up and down Gogeta's form. The fusion simply lifted an eyebrow, projecting Vegeta at full force, "not now, finish this while we're still around." Raditz nodded, and kneeled down between Broly's strong legs. Well, he might not be able to fuck Gogeta right now, but the view sure did help him get ready after just escaping with his life.Eager to get this over and done with, he entered Broly's limp form, prompting a small and painful moan from Broly. Having never before used the muscles stretched around a length like Raditz's was not fun. Raditz knew this and therefore he kept his eyes peeled on Gogeta to help speed it up. Gogeta decided to help a little, "come on, big brother, show Broly how good it feels to have a latcher cock inside. And maybe try NOT to live up to your name, hmm?" Raditz squinted at the fusion and made a face. His pace increased in speed. Broly started making small sounds of pleasure, but he tried to hold them back. Gogeta bent down and whispered in the wild Saiyan's ear, "don't be ashamed of being noisy, Broly. We want to hear you scream in pleasure." Broly whimpered and let out a small moan. At one particularly hard thrust that made his core ache for more, Broly let out the most delicious sound. Deciding to spice it up a bit, Gogeta started clenching down around Broly's length in rhythm with Raditz's thrusts. "You like this? This is your reward for being so brave. Feels good inside you, doesn't it?" "It does…" Broly said breathlessly. He closed his eyes and focused on just the feelings. On one end, a warm channel was squeezing around his shaft, on the other end, a magnificent cock was pumping inside him. Goku and Turles were right, having a dick inside you did feel amazing! The onslaught of sensations was getting Broly hard again. The wild Saiyan started moaning more frequently, he wanted more of… Of something! He didn't know what exactly, but his instincts told him there were more pleasures to be had. "M-more…" He whispered. Gogeta smiled, "you heard him," they said to Raditz, "give him more." "With pleasure." Raditz smirked and grabbed one of Broly's legs, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder. He began fucking Broly with abandon. Gogeta then told Raditz, "might want to hurry up, we have about five counts left." Vegeta's side of the fusion knew how much ten minutes meant in Saiyan measurements. "Got it." Raditz replied, while looking for the best spot to hit inside Broly. Deciding to help out, Gogeta pinched their own nipples, causing drops of milk to emerge. They leaned down, "hey, Broly, want a taste?" Broly latched on like a starving cub, and moaned around the mouthfuls of milk. With his fetish being indulged, a cock inside, and being clenched down on, he was rapidly getting close to the edge again. Raditz deemed it was time to get down to the grit of the situation, and started aiming for Broly's cervix. He tested a few angles until he found the center. He then pressed his cockhead just inside Broly's cervix. The reaction was immediate. Broly moaned loudly and his back arched like a bow. His fingers dug crevices in the cracked ground, his tail puffed out, and his toes curled as a few drops of Gogeta's milk dribbled down the side of his mouth. Sensing he was close, Raditz pressed deeper inside and held still, "are ya ready, Broly?" Broly, barely having heard what Raditz said, simply nodded and kept moaning as Raditz resumed his movements. Time was running out, and Raditz accelerated his pistoning hips, now boldly hitting just inside Broly's cervix, enough to make the larger Saiyan lose his mind. And lose his mind he did. Broly tensed and with a roar, he came from his breeder and his cock. Raditz fully speared Broly's tight muscle and latched inside. Gogeta kept bouncing on Broly's cock, eager to milk him thoroughly. This would be an experience that would never fade from Broly's mind. Gogeta rode out the hot spurts inside them, they hadn't cum but it still felt nice, and they wanted to make this as positive an experience for Broly as they could. Finally Broly went limp all over and he lay there with a lopsided smile on his face. Knowing time was almost up, Gogeta lifted themselves off Broly's dick and moved to the side. Raditz watched the warrior with hungry eyes as Gogeta stood there half naked just waiting for the inevitable separation. A few seconds passed and a white light enveloped the fusion. As the light disappeared, Goku and Vegeta were now in their own bodies, both still rock hard. Vegeta looked down at Goku's hard on, and with a smirk he pounced on his second-mate-to-be.
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A beeping noise coming from his scouter woke Turles up. He quickly picked it up and flew out the cave. When he got to a safe distance from the others he answered the call. "Turles." He answered. "You've kept me waiting..." A shrill voice spoke from the other side. "I couldn't well answer with the others around-"
"You know what I mean, don't play dumb with me. I have no use for idiots."
"I'm trying to get close to him, it's just difficult with all the others around."
"Has he shown any progress at all?"
"He's learning to be in control while he transforms but he's still-"
"No more excuses, Turles. You have three more cycles to have him under my command."
"That's hardly enough time!" The other side went silent for a moment. "Do you know what I have in my hand right now?" Turles didn't answer. He knew Frieza would continue.
"You're life, Turles. One push of a button and you cease to exist."
Turles touched the side of his neck automatically.
"I want him. You will place the device on him and you will do so within the time I've given you, if you know what's good for you."
Frieza disconnected and Turles was left reeling. Three cycles. That was hardly enough time to bother to tell the others in hopes of getting the bomb in his neck removed. Turles placed his scouter down and flopped on the hill he was on. He gazed at the stars, thinking of how he got himself mixed up in this mess. He felt despair at the upcoming events, and there was one sure way to relieve the stress he was starting to feel.Slowly, he let his hands travel across his pecs, playing with his nipples, lightly touching them with the tips of his fingers. Turles let out a long breath and closed his eyes. His legs bent at the knees and parted. A bushy tail started tracing imaginary lines on the pirate's uncovered groin, avoiding zones that were too erogenous, teasing.The hands roamed down his tense muscles, as if memorizing each crevice, each dip and rise. They skimmed over his abs and skipped across his naval, stopping at a patch of soft hair. One hand grasped the strands and pulled them, making Turles' breath hitch, while the other moved to his legs, caressing his bronze skin.The first hand released the pubic hairs and wrapped itself around the base of the Saiyan's hardening cock, not moving, and then releasing to continue its trip back up Turles' torso.Fingers ghosted across his breeder before returning to caress his body. Turles began rocking his hips slowly. His hard hands traveled all over his front and his dick started twitching, leaking precum. Moans and tiny gasps escaped his lips as the pirate kept teasing himself with his hands and tail. At one point, he gave in and his tail entered his mating hole. His body arched in pleasure as he felt the furry appendage penetrate him. It wasn't as good as a dick, but right now, with everyone sleeping, this was the best and only choice. Too bad Cheelai didn't have the means to fuck him. He would've woken her up and seduced his way to her dick and given her the ride of her life. Alas, her genitals were different than that of a Saiyan's.The teasing hands returned to play with his nipples, pinching them, squeezing around them, and soon milk started to come out. Throughout all this, Turles kept a sharp mind for any noises that came too close to where he was settled. Bugs tended to rampage at night more than during the day, but his sharp hearing would alert him of anything coming his way.Two hands traveled low and reached his pelvis. They grasped his cock and squeezed, Turles' toes curled at the sensation. He let out a moan that was slightly louder than the rest. His hands let go of his dick and went back to touching around it.Turles continued teasing himself this way until he could no longer bear it. With his tail inside his breeder, and one hand wrapped around his cock, Turles brought himself over the edge. He stayed on the ground panting and trying to get his heart rate under control. He felt better, sure, but the situation hadn't changed. He was still damned if he did, damned if he didn't.- Earlier. After the celebration for Broly's breaching, usually breachings weren’t celebrated but this was a special occasion, everyone went to bed tired and ragged. Cheelai had fallen asleep at the table. Her head rested in her crossed arms as soft snores enveloped the otherwise silence. Suddenly a small beep caused her to drift away from dreamland. The green woman blinked a few times but didn't move. Footsteps and a shadow walking against the moonlight coming in at the entrance of the cave made her fully awake. Turles. His nest was empty, she noticed, the light of the almost full moon offered more visibility in the dark cave for the alien.She moved to the cave entrance and looked out over the landscape. Wherever he was, he was already too far away to see. She rummaged through her small waist pouch and pulled out her scouter. Switching to night setting she looked out over the landscape again. There! Thanks to the ki scouting feature it was easy to pick up Turles' location. She zoomed in until she got a clear image. He seemed fine but judging by his facial expression that might be coming to an end.She imitated his mouth movements, three circles? No cycles. Three cycles. She felt cold all over, and it had nothing to do with the night temperature. Turles was almost out of time. She'd have to talk to Goku soon. It seemed like a lose-lose situation but she'd prefer Turles having to face Goku rather than Frieza. Quietly, she walked towards the bigger nest and searched for the messy palm-tree hair that belonged to Goku. Cheelai had to tell him. She was pretty sure Turles hadn't kept his word to tell the pack about his covert assignment. The pack would've said something by now. "Goku." She whispered as she shook him. "Kakarot is over there." Came the sleepy, slightly irritated voice of Bardock. "Oops, sorry." Cheelai walked to the other side of the nest and touched Goku's shoulder, rocking it a bit. "Hmm- Wha-?" Goku lifted his head from Broly's chest and looked behind him. He spotted Cheelai with a worried expression on her face. "Cheelai? What is it?" He slowly unwrapped Broly's arm from his waist and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Can you come with me? It's important. Please." Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Goku extracted himself from Broly and got up from the nest. "What's goin' on? Ya seem scared." "It's about Turles. He- He's working for Frieza…" She whispered. "What?!" Goku whispered loudly. Cheelai shushed him and he clamped his mouth shut. The green woman motioned for Goku to follow her outside the cave. Once they were away from the others she spoke freely. "Listen, before you judge him, you need to know that Frieza has put an explosive device in his body, one smart remark or failure and Turles, and probably the whole planet, gets blown up." Goku's mind flashed back to the tournament, "it's in his neck, ain’t it." Cheelai nodded apprehensively. Goku paced in a small circle, "but why Turles? He's nowhere near strong enough t’ take us out!" Cheelai braced herself, this was where Turles' fate would be decided, when Goku found out his mate was the mission. Hopefully his kind nature would prevail. "His mission is not to kill you or Vegeta, it's… Broly." There was a rush in Goku's ears, and only years of having to keep a lid on his monstrous strength made it possible for him not to explode into Super Saiyan right there. "WHAT???!!!!" Goku grabbed her shoulder firmly, but not painfully so, and said in a fierce voice "explain!" Cheelai dug up all her courage, "I don't know all the details, but apparently Frieza wants Broly under his control." Goku staggered back. Broly, his Broly. His beautiful brave mate who already lived in fear of himself, under that monster's thumb, turned into the very thing he feared becoming most. NEVER! Goku would send Frieza back to Hell with a smile on his face first! Goku took several deep inhales, when he felt he was calm enough to talk again he simply said, "I'll be away for a little bit, when I come back we’ll talk more, ok?" Cheelai simply nodded cautiously, not sure if this was a good sign or not.With trembling fingers against his forehead, Goku I.T.'d back to Kami's lookout. He needed to borrow a certain room for a little while. - After about two weeks in the Room of Spirit and Time, Goku had calmed down enough to come up with a plan for dealing with this.He left the room and I.T.’d straight to Cheelai, seven seconds had passed in real time, and informed her that he'd be gone until morning and if the others asked, to tell them he went to pick up some Earth supplies. Rather than using the device Bulma had given him to communicate with her directly, he then I.T.'d straight to Bulma in her lab, scaring her again. She was about to start berating him when she saw his face. She'd only seen that expression on Goku's face a few times, and none had been good. "Bulma, I need the radar." There was no need to ask which one. Scared now, she quickly dug it out and as she handed it over, she asked, "is everyone okay?" Goku simply replied, "for now." With that ominous reply he I.T.'d to New Namek. Thanks to the radar, it took little time to gather up the Dragon Balls and in a spectacular display of light, Porunga appeared as he was summoned. The grand elder, Moori, had tweaked the Dragon to be able to speak and understand Goku’s language, since Goku used them even more than they did, and this way Goku could make the wishes himself without a Namekian having to translate for him. It was just more convenient all around. "I AM PORUNGA, STATE YOUR WISH AND I… OH, IT'S YOU AGAIN. RIGHT. WHAT IS IT NOW?" Goku sweat dropped a bit, maybe they did use the Dragon Balls a BIT extensively. Forcing himself to stay focused on the task at hand, he loudly stated, "I wish for the bomb in the Saiyan Turles to be removed safely!" Porunga's eyes glowed with all the mystical power a wish granting dragon deserved. "IT IS DONE. STATE YOUR NEXT WISH." Goku shouted back, "actually that was all for this time. I’ll come back for my next two wishes another time." Had Porunga been anything but an ancient being of magic, he might've complained about being woken up for one measly wish, however instead he simply mentally flipped Goku the claw and disappeared back into the balls, followed by the standard 'turn-to-stone-and-disappear' stunt. Goku thanked Moori and the Namekians who had given him the Dragon Balls and I.T.'d back to Vampa. It was time to have a way overdue talk with a certain renegade.
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Cheelai couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. After Goku came back and told her he was going to go looking for the Dragon Balls on Namek, the green alien had slinked back into the cave and went to her room in the capsule house.What would happen to Turles now? How would the pack react to his betrayal? Would they do something horrible to him? Goku would surely stop the others if Turles' life was in danger, wouldn't he? Cheelai felt a headache begin and she reached over to the nightstand drawer where she kept some pain killers. She popped one in her mouth and washed it down with a glass of water she always had nearby. The small woman could only hope for the best. One thing was for sure; Turles wouldn't want to have sex with her again.
- After the call, and relieving some tension, Turles had spent most of the night cycle aimlessly flying around, thoughts racing through his head, trying to decide on his next course of action.In the end it came down to one simple question; would he rather deal with the pack's judgement or Frieza's? And the answer was pretty obvious. He just hoped he wouldn't have to see Raditz's look of disgust aimed at him, and that he could get away before the planet and the pack got blown up.Either way, he was a dead Saiyan flying. Mind made up, he flew towards the cave, the faintest peak of light on the horizon indicating that dawn was about a half degree away.He couldn't keep stalling, he would tell the others when they woke up. He landed just outside the entrance and walked in, not noticing the figure waiting for him to arrive.A blow to the back of his head was the last thing Turles felt before being enveloped by darkness. - Slowly, Turles regained consciousness. When he was fully awake and his vision had stopped swimming, he found himself looking up at a very angry Goku. He tried moving but found his hands and legs were bound together with ki rings.About to ask what was going on, his tongue turned to lead when he saw what Goku was holding in his hand. The device Frieza had given him to use on Broly. "Well, guess this is it then." The dark skinned warrior stated. Goku's face was like stone, and that alone scared the pirate more than he'd like to admit. "Truth. Now!" Was the only thing Goku said. "Why bother, you're going to kill me, or Frieza is. Personally, I prefer it being you." He looked around, they were still on Vampa, but he could see the cave nowhere. A part of Turles was glad not to have Bardock, Vegeta or Raditz here. The first two because they'd enjoy his position far too much and the latter because he would have to see his reaction to what Turles had been doing. "No, Turles. Death is easy, I know that. Ya'll tell me why and how. Everythin'." "Just get it over with, we both know you're not going to forgive me for threatening your mate." Goku's eyes narrowed. Fed up with Turles' avoidance he tossed the device away and reached down, grabbing the dark skinned Saiyan by the neck and lifting him up. THAT got a reaction. "NO, LET GO! ARE YOU CRAZY! EVERYTHING WILL BE BLOWN UP! THE PACK! STOP!" "TELL ME THE TRUTH THEN!" Turles hung limp from Goku's hand, afraid that wiggling would set off the bomb faster. "OK, OK! Look, I owed Frieza for that stunt I pulled with the Tree of Might, I was on his black list for not giving him the Fruit of Might. He said he would forgive me for that if I did this one thing. Also, since I used to be one of his soldiers and too low level to be a threat, I didn't think I'd ever get any really dangerous high profile jobs. But when I got there he…" Turles' choked voice broke off and Goku squeezed a bit to remind him of his options here. "He tortured me! For a long ass time! Happy?! After that he put this horrible thing in my neck, told me the job he had for me and when I had to report back." "Why Broly?!" "Because he's the most powerful Saiyan he's ever seen and lacks control, and he hates our race." "Why do ya care about the pack being blown up?! Tell me!" Turles' eyes turned pleading here, "please, what more do you need? I've told you everything! If this goes off…" "Why, Turles?! Why do ya care if the pack dies too alongside ya?" A mumble came out of Turles. "Louder!" "Because of Raditz! Ok?!" Goku froze, " ya… Really do care for him, dontcha." Turles looked away, unable to meet his eyes, "yes, I do, and I can't bear the thought of him dying again, so please…" Goku let go of Turles' neck, and the pirate landed in a heap on the ground, coughing and rubbing his throat with his tail.Goku rubbed the back of his neck, looking pensively down on Turles. "Not gonna lie, I was really angry when Cheelai told me. Like, really angry." Angry was a bit of an understatement- He'd nearly destroyed the Chamber of Space and Time letting off steam. "Ahh, that explains how you found out. 'Spose I can't blame her, she was in danger too." Goku nodded. "Yeah, she found out ya were runnin' outta time." "But… If you knew all this, WHY DID YOU ENDANGER EVERYONE BY GRABBING ME?! Yes, yes, I know, rich coming from me, but this is not like you!" Turles yelled at Goku. If he was going to die, might as well voice his opinion. "Ohh, yeah, the bomb. I had that removed." There was complete silence apart from the desert wind for about three Earth seconds, while Turles gaped at him, coming to terms with what Goku had said. Turles scrambled to his feet as best he could. "WHAT? No, no, you couldn't! HOW DID YOU…?!" "I used the Dragon Balls while ya were flyin' around out there, wished it away. Been out for about half a degree, if I got the term correctly." Turles' eyes roamed over Goku's face, desperately searching for any sign of a lie. Finding none and figuring Goku wouldn't joke about this, his legs gave out in sheer relief.Again kneeling, he looked up at Goku, eyes suspiciously moist and breathing heavily. "Why did you do that? Why did you let me think I was going to kill us all when you grabbed me? WHY??!!" The last part came out raw sounding from the emotional drain this night and barely day had been for him. "I needed t' know the truth. I'm sorry for doin' that t' ya, but I had t' know. I like ya, Turles, and I've always been in favor of ya joinin' the pack. But this, this was too important t' leave t' chance." Goku kneeled down and looked Turles in the eyes. "I now know that I'm mostly angry with Frieza, not you. If it was just me whom ya'd been lyin' to, I'd just let ya leave or stay if ya wanted. But this, this is a pack matter. Because yer pack, even if ya never accepted that. And so, they'll decide what happens now." Goku cupped Turles' cheek in one hand. "For what it's worth, I won't let them kill or torture ya." Without another word, Goku hiked Turles up on his shoulder, much like a sack of potatoes, and headed towards the cave where Turles' punishment would be decided. - Goku touched down at the cave entrance and walked inside. He unceremoniously dropped Turles on his ass as a scarred warrior neared the two Saiyans. "What's all this mess?" Bardock asked while he motioned with his hand. The group had been awake for a while now, wondering where Goku and Turles were at. Bardock had decided to keep quiet about what he heard Cheelai say to Goku, and decided to wait for them at the entrance. "Turles has something t' say t' us." Goku crossed his arms, "and we will listen calmly and not do anythin' rash." Bardock looked down at Turles, "I'll get the rest of the pack." - Everyone was now gathered around the bound Saiyan, Cheelai looked very guilty when she saw Turles restrained at the wrists and ankles. Goku went over to her, "dun feel bad. Ya did it t' help him and I won't let them kill him or torture him. He'll have to be punished though." She nodded weakly. "So, Turles. Wanna tell us what ya've been doing with that lizard?" Bardock fumed. "Wait- You mean Frieza?! You knew about this?!" Toma turned to his mate with a look of shock on his face. Bardock shrugged, "I was awake when Cheelai told Kakarot something about Turles working for that fucker." "And ya didn't tell us?!" Raditz couldn't believe Bardock would keep quiet about that for so long. "She wanted to talk to Kakarot, and I decided to let him handle it. I figured Cheelai told him first for a reason." "Let the pirate speak." Vegeta's silent command hushed the others. Turles sighed. "Let me start from the beginning…"
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"Well, well, well." Turles turned around to find a rather short, reptilian looking, horned character with purple and pink accents adorning his white pale body. "What have we here? A Saiyan not joining the feast?" "Who are you?" "I could be many things. I could be your deadly enemy," Frieza rounded the Saiyan, carefully taking in his features. "Or I could be your sponsor. I know what you've been looking for." Turles' widening eyes gave him away. "Do not worry. I too, am curious about this 'Tree of Might'. I am Lord Frieza, would you like to strike a bargain- Um...?" The Icejin offered his hand to the synthetic Saiyan. Turles looked at Frieza's offered hand and after a moment's hesitation, shook it. "Turles. At your service, Lord Frieza." "Excellent. You have my resources available for whatever you may need. Just get me this fruit and your efforts will be greatly compensated." Turles smirked. He had heard of this Lord Frieza, but never actually had seen him. Turles was much too busy with his own agenda. Finding a mutated fruit from the Goddess plant wasn't an easy feat. It all spiraled down to 'being in the right place at the right time'. In other words, luck. Still, Turles didn't need to tell Frieza this. It would come in handy for other reasons to have an almost unlimited source of high tech materials and services. And so, Turles abused Frieza's generosity. His first mistake of many. Eventually, Turles had found a mutated fruit, after many years of juggling between stealing fruits from the temples and doing more of Frieza's dark biddings. The small fruit had looked slightly different and tasted foul. There were no official records of the mutated fruit that showed how it looked or smelled or tasted. Turles had to do a lot of guesswork until he had found it. Second mistake; not telling Frieza he had found the Seed of Might. During his search for the fruit, Turles had gathered up a team of supporters who knew about his quest. Turles recruited soldiers that weren't too fond of Frieza so they could easily be turned against the lizard. Turles and his team then started searching for a planet rich in soil and life. There were a few options, but one Planet Earth was closest to them. Turles and his team of renegades traveled to this planet to plant the Tree of Might. Unfortunately, this planet had a hero who was not willing to let it die. After Turles' team was torn apart, and Turles almost killed, the dark skinned Saiyan managed to hide from Earth's hero and quietly, and with much effort, make his way back to his spaceship. Once he was sure nobody was around, he took off and left the planet. Third mistake; returning to Frieza's mothership to further heal in the more advanced healing tanks and leaving his scouter unattended. While Turles was in a healing pod, one of the technicians collected data from the Saiyan's scouter and found some interesting information that Frieza might like to know about.Turles had barely made it out of the tank when he realized his scouter was no longer where he left it. He quickly did the math and escaped Frieza by a thread. Fourth mistake; never checking his spaceship for bugs and locators. Turles never really escaped Frieza. Even when Turles had decided to ditch Frieza, and planted the Seeds of Might on different planets (the mutated Goddess fruit had produced a total of three seeds), Frieza knew of Turles' whereabouts. The tyrant had always kept tabs on the pirate, wherever he was. So when the time came to call in favors, Frieza had easily located Turles and intercepted his ship. After days of torture, and having a powerful and fickle bomb inserted in his neck, Frieza had ordered Turles to go after Broly. Frieza had had his scientists and engineers fabricate a device, a golden headband with a blue gem in the middle, that would subdue the Legendary Saiyan and Frieza would be able to control him. Albeit, Broly needed to learn to control his power first. It would be no use to have a wild Saiyan under his control and have said Saiyan destroy himself and everything around him because of all the raw untamed power.It would be safer to wait until Broly learned self restraint. And this is where the pirate would come in handy. Turles would report to Frieza of all improvements on the wild Saiyan's control.Frieza, however, was not a patient character. He wanted the untamed Saiyan as soon as he could get him, thus, decided enough time had passed and cut down Turles' time. - Turles breathed in, "so, now that you know the story, what do you plan on doing with me?" "Well," said Vegeta "we shall have a vote, whether or not you can stay in the pack. If the majority are ok with you staying, we shall punish you, but you can stay. If not, you shall leave and not come back. But first, Kakarot will tell his side of the events." Goku stepped up next to Turles and told the pack what Cheelai had told him, and about the talk he'd had with Turles after having the bomb removed.Goku felt bad for telling the pack about Turles' emotional conflict, but for Turles to have any chance of staying with the pack, they'd need to know this. Vegeta then addressed the pack, "we have heard the testimonies. Everyone cast your votes. All against, raise your hands." With his own raised, Vegeta looked around, finding one other raised hand. Not surprisingly belonging to Bardock.It seemed the pirate was here to stay. Kakarot's unending forgiveness must've rubbed off on the pack... Or Turles had rubbed off the pack.The Prince looked over at Broly sitting next to Goku, tail and arm around his mate. "Are you sure?" He asked Broly. After all, he had been the target of Turles' mission. "I was against first, but… I know how it feels to have your life be controlled by a press of a button, by someone else." Goku curled around Broly, offering silent support.Bardock meanwhile shot Toma a betrayed look. Toma sighed, he was going to be hearing about this for awhile. He leaned down and whispered to his mate, "look, he was forced and willing to leave to keep us safe." Bardock crossed his arms, angrily chewing the ever present stick in his mouth. "Ya just like that chocolate ass." Toma rolled his eyes, there was no talking to 'Dock when he got like this. Vegeta sighed, "I suppose there is not much point in counting the 'for-votes' at this stage. Welcome to the pack, Turles. That means, however, we now have to punish you for betraying us." Bardock's smirk widened, a tinge of evilness was clearly felt by Turles. "And we may have a few devices that can help us along the way. Right, Prince?" Vegeta grinned, he left the group to search through the bag he brought from his latest visit to Earth and pulled out a small capsule. After throwing it on the floor, several devices appeared in a puff of smoke. The Prince spotted two items and picked them up.Bardock turned his head to look at Vegeta, and Turles followed his line of vision. He saw the Prince holding a metal bar and a strange red object. It looked like a big clamp on the top part and a much smaller one at the bottom. "What is that you're holding?" Turles tried to make his voice sound steady. "This," Vegeta turned the strange object in his hands, a small, thoughtful smile graced his lips, "is a neat contraption my Earth mate invented. She designed it to torment lockers and add more spice to our sex life. This here," the Prince lifted the bar that had two straps at both its ends, "is a spreader bar. I believe you can guess what this is for."Vegeta turned to look at Turles before walking towards him. "Bardock." The scarred Saiyan grabbed the bar and Turles' leg. He tied one leg in the strap, right at the knee, and did the same with the other leg, spreading Turles wide open. "If you think this is going to hold me-" Turles stopped when Vegeta grasped the metal bar and transferred his ki to it, making the bar able to withstand Turles' strength. Turles tried to close his legs, tried to break free, but the ki infused bar wouldn't give an inch. "My Earth mate forged this out of a special alloy that becomes stronger the more energy it has within. Trust me, you shall not be able to break free from it." Vegeta then kneeled in front of Turles, "Bardock, may you spread his cunt open for me?" "With pleasure." Bardock stepped over Turles, bent down, and held his breeder open for the Prince to insert the small red contraption. Turles tensed as Bardock's fingers slipped inside him and extended his entrance. He felt the cold object being inserted deep, deep down to where his cervix was. The two smaller clamps pierced inside his womb opening, and the larger ones stayed on the outside, spreading his cunt open for the world to see. Bardock removed himself from the pirate and watched Vegeta work. "Heh, this isn't that bad- OH, MY GODS!" Turles screamed in both pain and pleasure as the clamps widened, spreading his cervix and breeder wide apart. Vegeta kept twisting the clamp open, more and more. "FUCK!" Turles' eyes started watering, his dick, having a mind of its own and not knowing how to behave at unsuitable times, hardened. The sensation was like being fucked by a thick latcher cock. A VERY thick latcher cock. Slick started flowing from inside him, and for the first time in his life, Turles regretted having such a lust-prone body. This was not the time for him to get aroused. Once Vegeta deemed him open enough, he grabbed Turles' cock by the base, "and for good measure," energy concentrated where he was grasping Turles and a ki ring appeared, effectively impeding Turles from having an orgasm. The Prince stood up and admired his work. Bulma's perverted mind had outdone itself. This contraption was designed to heighten pleasure, but used in a certain way, it could also be an exceptional torturing device. "Now for your punishment. You shall stay there, aroused and wanting, with no means to relieve yourself. NO one is allowed to touch you." Vegeta looked pointedly at Raditz. "And you shall remain like this until I decide your dues have been repaid." "Fuck you." Turles snarled at the smaller Saiyan. Vegeta huffed humorously, "not this time, pirate," then turned his back to the traitor and left.
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Taking this as a cue, the other pack members started splitting up and started their daily tasks or getting breakfast. Goku headed towards the cave entrance, Cheelai followed him downtrodden.
Outside Goku told Cheelai, "relax, he's gonna be uncomfortable, but he'll live and have a pack afterwards."
She nodded silently. "I just feel like I've betrayed him. On the one hand, telling you actually helped him, on the other hand, he's probably going to break it off with me."
"He'll come around, dun worry." Figuring she might need some alone time, Goku patted her on the shoulder, and lifted two fingers to his forehead. Bulma was surely anxious to know what had happened, and he needed to return the radar.
Before he could I.T. away though, a sharp 'KAKAROT' came from the cave. Heading back in, Goku found Vegeta striding over to him, meeting him at the entrance.
"If you are heading to Earth, tell Bulma that we are alright, and that I require one of her pets' water bowls."
Goku gave Vegeta a look, and simply nodded. He made his way to the entrance of the cave to teleport to Bulma-
"Oh! Kakarot."
"Yeah, Vegeta?" Goku turned to look at the smaller Saiyan.
"Tell Bulma to give you one of those cub-feeders."
Goku tilted his head, "a what?"
Vegeta bristled over having to admit he didn't know what it was called, only what he himself called it. "The thing the woman sometimes feeds the young cubs with, made of plastic and has some rubber nipple thing on its top."
The penny finally dropped for Goku, "OHHH, a baby bottle?"
"...Yes. One of those."
Goku looked at the Prince wonderingly, "why do we need that? Silly Vegeta. We ain't got no cubs here." The innocent Saiyan chuckled.
Sadly, Vegeta was extra grouchy from it not only being early morning, but also having to start the day finding out his pack had been compromised, hold a 'trial', and have to keep Turles around after all that. So his response was simply, "BECAUSE I SAID SO!"
Goku was not the sharpest crayon in the tool shed but he got the message. He swiftly made his way out of the cave again.
"Oh, and Kakarot."
Goku inhaled and turned to Vegeta with a forced smile on his face, "yeah? Vegeta?"
"Tell the woman to bring that collar we have in our bedroom."
Goku's face froze, he nodded once and then resolutely walked out of the cave.
"Kakarot!"
"WHAT NOW?!" Goku rounded on the royal.
"Hurry up, will you?! I have not got all day!" Vegeta scoffed and turned towards the inside of the cave, leaving Goku seething and grumbling about spoiled princes not having anything else to do
'all day'.
"What else is he gonna be doin' all day…" Goku mumbled to himself.
"I am going to be riding your brother's dick!" Vegeta called back.
Figuring he was bluffing and just angry, Goku stuck his tongue out at the Prince and headed towards Earth, finally.
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After a quick I.T. trip, and a long uncomfortable explanation about not only what had happened with Turles' deception, but also what had happened between himself and his brother, Turles, and Broly, while Vegeta had been visiting, had ensured that Goku not only stayed for lunch but was also now convinced that his face would be permanently red.
The whole thing made worse by the fact that Vegeta had NOT been bluffing, leaving Goku to wiggle in his seat the whole time from second hand pleasure under Bulma's all-knowing eyes.
Goku finally returned, sans one radar but with bowl, baby bottle, and collar daintily held between two fingertips. From the collar's smell, he had an idea about where it had been and well… It conjured up images he did not need with him already hard as a rock.
He marched into the cave, where he looked over to Turles, who seemed frustrated, going by the puddle of slick gathering beneath him and his angry reddened cock, but still holding up, and in the nest Vegeta getting fucked by his brother. 'Jeez, and right in front of Turles, that's just mean! Goku thought.
He swiftly walked over to Vegeta and Raditz and dumped the items next to Vegeta. "Here!" He said a tad forcefully.
"What? Is something- The matter, Kakarot." Vegeta asked smugly, well knowing he'd made Goku's trip much more frustrating than it would've been.
Goku just glared at him before searching for Broly's ki.
He needed some relief.
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Goku found Broly sitting silently on a tall plateau, staring at the many green weasel creatures getting their blood sucked by bugs and some eating said bugs in return.
Broly caught sight of him and his face lit up. It lit up even further when Goku stripped off his clothes right there and jumped into his lap, planting a kiss on his mouth.
After a quickie, or two... Was it still a quickie if you did it twice? Goku wondered, but decided it really wasn't important. No matter, he felt much less frustrated so it was all good. Goku cuddled into Broly's large form, as they sat and watched 'Vampa's circle of life'.
Goku looked at Broly's pensive expression. "Watcha thinkin' about?"
Broly sighed, "I miss Bah." The larger warrior sniffled a bit.
Goku wrapped his arms harder around him, offering support the only way he could.
After all, what could he say? If he asked if Bah might still be alive, Broly might try and find him, and if he was dead, Broly would get even sadder.
Resolving to keep an eye out for a weasel-thing with a missing ear during hunting time, it would be his turn soon, Goku started purring and planting soft kisses on Broly's face, trying to comfort him, praying that Turles or one of the other's hadn't killed Bah by accident.
They sat there for a while, simply enjoying the unburdened closeness they had been missing since the tournament, tails coiled together and purrs rumbling in their chests.
The two Saiyans stayed there for a long time, simply enjoying their company. Until Goku's stomach rumbled and seemed to have a domino effect on Broly's stomach as well.
"We should head back for lunch." Broly sighed.
Goku nodded, "yeah, plus, I dun trust Vegeta or Bardock with Turles.
"I know that for Vegeta it's about Raditz, but I dun get why 'Dock hates him so much."
The Saiyans slowly got up and took off, headed towards their home.
-
"DRINK. DRINK. DRINK. DRINK."
Chanting greeted the two Saiyans as they entered the cave. Goku was puzzled to see the group surrounding Turles. As they got closer, Goku saw Vegeta's boot pushing Turles' head down into the bowl he had brought earlier. The bowl was filled with milk, Goku assumed, and Turles was almost drowning in it, struggling to get away from the bowl and Vegeta's foot.
"VEGETA!!! WHAT ARE YA DOIN'?!" Goku yelled angrily.
"He is being punished and he needs to eat." The Prince simply said, still dunking Turles' face into the bowl.
"Dun give me that!!! Ya coulda fed him by hand, or NOT try and drown him while doin' it! I promised I wouldna let ya do this sorta stuff, Vegeta. Now stop it!"
"What are ya talking about, brat? He loves it. Just look at his dick throbbing!" Bardock pointed at Turles' crotch.
"He's had that thing stuck in him all day! Of course he's hard! He might like pain, but this is just humiliation, BABA!"
Goku was seething, looking at the rest of the pack.
"I dun know why ya hate him, baba, but this is not ok!"
Cheelai had her face scrunched up in unbridled horror. " I-it's true… He agreed to it."
"Well," said Goku, "what choice did he really have?
"And you!" Here he pointed at Vegeta, "ya need t’ get over this hatred of him. It was bad enough when ya got jealous over me and Broly, but this is even worse, Vegeta. And dun try and tell me it's just punishment. I can feel the jealousy through the bond! Yer enjoyin’ this far too much!"
Vegeta squinted at his former rival. "Alright." He said as he shrugged. He took his boot off of Turles' head. "You shall hear it from Turles himself."
Turles raised his head and took a deep breath of much needed air. "Kakarot! Will you mind your own damn business?! I am getting what I deserve." He panted. "Trust me, not having my tail cut off is more than I can ask for. Other packs wouldn't have gone so easily on me." Turles told the younger warrior off.
To say that Goku was surprised was an understatement. He kneeled down next to Turles. "Yer really ok with this?"
"This is how it has to be."
"Ok… But I'll be near just in case things get too crazy." With that Goku rose up and walked back next to Broly, shooting Vegeta a glare to ensure he didn't go too far, out of spite.
Bardock rubbed his hands together, "now that that's settled, where were we?"
Vegeta smirked, "I believe we were in this part-" The royal placed his boot back on Turles' head and roughly pushed it down inside the bowl again.
Goku really didn't want to watch so he headed outside, ki sense locked onto Turles' ki, like he'd said.
Broly followed him outside, also not up for watching it.
After a few seconds, Cheelai joined them as well.
"Dun worry, I can still sense him, in case something happens." Goku told Cheelai.
She nodded, clearly shaken from witnessing the 'show'.
"And Lemo? Where did he go?" Broly asked.
"Lemo immediately left. He said something about bad memories of his past as a soldier for the PTO and didn't want to be anywhere near Turles being punished. And I… Well, I sorta felt like I had to stay, you know? Since I caused this…" Cheelai hugged herself.
Goku nodded.
The Earth raised Saiyan sighed heavily, "somehow, no matter how much I learn, whenever I think I've become more Saiyan, I'm always smacked in the face with how much I'm actually not."
Broly slung his arm around him, "I like that about you." He said, and that was enough for the Earth raised Saiyan.
Goku grabbed Cheelai's wrist and pulled her into a three-way hug. All three of them settled down for a long night of looking out for the pirate.
Dinner remained forgotten.
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It had been a long night for everyone;
Turles being the 'star' of the show, Goku and Cheelai who sat in silence outside, clinging to each other with every sound from Turles that drifted out to them, Broly who hugged them both and the rest of the pack who took turns 'disciplining' Turles.
The three outside looked warily at each other with red-rimmed eyes from lack of sleep, and in Cheelai's case a stray tear or two. Even the rumbles from their stomachs seemed subdued.
"Come on, let's get some breakfast ready. Nothing we can do right now, and maybe we can slip Turles some while the rest eat." Goku said in a resigned voice.
Cheelai and himself hadn’t been able to sleep at all that night. Broly being the supporting mate he was, had stayed up by Goku’s side the entire night and well into the morning.
Broly and Cheelai nodded and they all got up from the large rock they'd been sitting on and headed towards the food and dining area where the water tank and all the supply crates were.
"Cheelai, maybe you should check on Lemo?" Goku said softly.
She stopped in her tracks for a second, before nodding and then walked with her eyes glued to the ground, over to hers and Lemo's new capsule house.
Goku caught Broly's gaze, "she feels bad enough already, no need for her t' see him after a whole night with the pack."
Broly nodded and resumed walking towards the food storage.
Goku opened a crate and got some of the provisions Lemo and Cheelai had acquired when they left during Broly's rut. There were some packets that were written in universal speak, and some Goku had no idea what the language was. Well, anything was better than bugs so Goku grabbed them anyway.
The two set about preparing breakfast, trying to ignore the cries coming from the back of the cave.
Goku felt horrible, he was the second strongest, he could put an end to this, but something stopped him. Had he really changed so much? The Goku a few months back wouldn't have thought twice about putting an end to this… Disciplining, even if it was Turles or any other enemy. A few months ago he'd never have used deception to get answers like he'd done with Turles earlier.
Goku's tail lashed, imitating the chaos of Goku's thoughts.
When he and Vegeta had been the only full blooded Saiyans, it'd been easy to take the high road, but now that so many of his circle, friends and his (future) mate were full blood Saiyans, he found himself giving into what Saiyan culture demanded.
Lemo came out a few minutes later and joined the pair in preparing the meal.
Goku looked over at him, he looked about as fresh as any of them did, that is to say, not at all. "How are ya holdin' up?"
Lemo sighed and said, "not good, but I'll manage. Just hope this is over soon."
Goku nodded, "me too." He lit a fire under a pot with a small ki-blast. "How's Cheelai? She's still in the house?"
Lemo nodded, "yeah, I doubt she'll come out anytime soon. She decided to coop herself in her room until breakfast is ready. Maybe she won't even come out to that."
"Ya can grab some of this and eat in the house." Goku replied.
Lemo nodded again.
"By the way, do ya know how t' cook these?" Goku held up some of the packages with unknown writing.
"Oh, those don't need cooking. You just add water and they're ready to be eaten. They're very convenient-" Lemo stopped at a particularly loud cry coming from Turles, "-for soldiers that don't have any means to make a fire." Lemo took the package from Goku and opened it. He placed the contents in a container and added a cup of water to it. The cube started growing until it filled the container. "Simple as that."
"Ok, seems easy enough." Goku prepared another provision like the first one. "Here, ya can take these inside the house."
Lemo nodded and hurried back with the two meals, taking care not to spill, and closed the door behind him.
Goku stood lost in thought next to Broly. The silence was almost louder than the occasional cry from the back.
Finally, Goku could take it no longer, "am I doing the right thing here?" He asked Broly.
Broly lifted his eyebrows, almost making them touch his hairline. Goku and himself had never really had deep conversations. Between Goku's jolly nature and Broly's silent demeanor it'd just never happened. Not to mention they preferred more physical 'methods' of working out their problems.
"I mean, I could stop this, I could, but then Turles would never be accepted back into the pack, and I know he wants t' stay with Raditz. It's just… I can feel that Vegeta's enjoyin' this more than he should. A few months ago I'd have stepped in, no questions asked, but now…" Goku sighed, "in these last few months I've changed so much, and some things took time t' accept, but I could always tell myself that no one was gettin' hurt from what new thing I was doin'. But now that ain't the case, and I'm actually scared of how much I've changed, and how much more I'll change in the future.
"And I can't help but remember the old Vegeta. If he'd just been angry durin' our first fight, he'd just have killed me straight away. But he dragged it out, and I know it was because of Raditz. And I understand that all too well, if someone had killed ya… I dun know what I'd do t' them, if I'm honest. It's just… I'd hoped t' never see that side again. I'm scared of him slippin'… And that I'd slide down with him."
Goku was rambling at this point, he knew it, but was unable to stop himself.
The wild Saiyan stood still for a minute, thinking. "If I had my culture, and the rules that come with it, I would expect others to respect them, even if they don't understand or agree with them. The same applies to me, I would respect their rules."
Goku looked up at his mate, "even if ya had the power t' change it? And it felt wrong?"
"People change. Look at how much I've changed. The Kakarot that thinks this way, might think differently tomorrow. Are you willing to go against the pack and their way of doing things just because now you think they are wrong?"
"No, I dun wanna shove my idea of right and wrong down on them, it's just… This dun feel like justice, just vengeance."
"Maybe they are getting back at him for what he's done to them." Broly grabbed another packaged cube and set out to do the same he had seen Lemo and Goku do.
"But what has he done besides the Frieza thing? Baba ain't never given me a reason for this hate besides him bein' a clone, and with Vegeta it all seems t' come from Turles havin' feelings for Raditz. I can't help but feel like this is just them takin' the chance t' kick him while he's down."
"Then you need to talk to them."
"I could, but would they admit it? The only reason I'm so sure with Vegeta is the bond. Not t' mention it was ME who decided t' get the pack involved in this."
Goku sighed, "and t' top it off, I'm standin' here wallowin' in self doubt and guilt, like I'm the one who has it worse." He looked over the direction of the pack.
Broly looked at his mate with eyes that saw too much for Goku's taste, "what is this really about, Kakarot?"
Goku covered his eyes with a hand and gave a shaky exhale. "I think somehow I'd come t' think that the relaxed sexual attitude was the only real difference between me and them, that somehow my circle was less 'bad' than the rest of our race right from the start, or had changed in the time after the planet's destruction. But now I see that the side of Saiyans that made me fear embracin' my heritage is still there and I dun know how t' handle this." Goku shoulders slumped down. "There ain't been no change in them, I just never saw this side until now. What an idiot I've been." Goku swallowed heavily.
The distraught Saiyan suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around him.
"You're not an idiot, you just always try and see the best in people, and so it hurts when people you care about suddenly make themselves out to NOT be what you expected. It's not wrong to see the best in people, but you can't just think that's all there is to them. Just look at me and my 'other side'." Broly said into Goku's hair, holding him tight.
Goku nodded into Broly's chest, as if trying to hide his face from the world and the reality of his own heritage.
-
Meanwhile, on the other side of the cave.
The ruthless warriors were taking turns releasing their pent up aggression on the one restrained Saiyan. Turles had really felt Bardock's punishment. The scarred Saiyan had made a short whip of sorts with ki and had left no spot unmarred on the pirate's back.
Toma had been tamer. He had fucked Turles in the ass without any prep or lube, and the cock ring Turles still had on him hadn't allowed him to even enjoy it.
Raditz. Now that had hurt. Raditz had grabbed Turles by his hair until their faces were level and the disappointment in Raditz's eyes had been felt by the dark skinned Saiyan.
"And ya wonder why I never took ya as a mate." Raditz had said.
Turles had closed his eyes, willing any wetness away from them. This had hurt him by far the most.
Now it was the Prince's turn. He called on the tradition of cKabaia. Aside from having their tails cut off, this was the most humiliating punishment ever. The punisher would sit down and have the offender lie across his lap, tail lifted. The punisher then would slap the offender’s rear repeatedly until the lesson was driven through. There was nothing sexual about it. It was pure humiliation.
Of course, Turles being Turles, would've gotten off with this action, but again, the cock ring didn't allow him any release.
"You fucked up big this time, pirate." Vegeta's hand came down on Turles' ass and the pirate shouted. Vegeta wasn't holding back at all. He aimed to leave Turles' rear so sore, he wouldn't be able to even sit up straight, pain kink or no.
"All those years betraying your race over and over finally caught up with you. Now you pay dearly." He slapped Turles' ass again. The pirate choked on a sob.
"I smell food." Raditz perked up and his tail lifted in an elegant curve.
"We shall eat then." Vegeta rudely pushed Turles off his lap, and the traitor fell to the floor, his slashed back hit the rocky ground and the device Vegeta had placed inside him rattled with the fall. Turles let out a cry at the pain he felt all over and inside his body.
The Prince stood up and walked towards the dining area, the others followed, leaving Turles to recover before the next round of punishment.
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The Saiyans gathered around the table to eat. Goku was quick to finish his food, not saying a word to the others during the entire meal. He gave thanks for the food and left the table.
Goku took this opportunity to sneak over and give Turles some water and feed him some food. Neither of them saying a word while he did so. Turles didn't even have the energy to fight him, he just ruefully accepted the meal.
The silence was broken when Goku whispered, "do ya want t' leave?"
Turles knew what he meant; get a ride out and never see him or the pack again.
A hoarse 'no', sealed Turles' future.
With a long lasting glace, Goku disappeared from Turles' sight and the pirate was alone, once more.
Like always.
-
Later that evening, Vegeta called the pack to a small meeting at the dining table, all except the pirate. Glasses of leftover absinthe were served, as per the Prince's orders, and soon all the Saiyans were seated on the floor around the table.
"I have an announcement. The full moon will finally come, and with that, I shall seal the union between myself and Raditz."
The pack applauded, giving congratulatory pats on Raditz's back, and Goku tried his best to seem happy. And he was happy for his brother and Vegeta, really. He just couldn't help but find the timing rather… Convenient, if one wanted to hurt a certain pirate.
"It has been long enough." Vegeta looked fondly at his future mate.
Raditz blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Y-yeah. Took me a while."
Chuckles were heard around the table. 'Bit of an understatement' was muttered somewhere.
"Yes, but the wait is over now. With the next full moon we shall finally be mated, but before that, I thought we might bring back the old pre-moon rituals." Vegeta said.
Excited whispers started while Goku and Broly both sat confused.
Bardock noticed this as he sat next to Goku and leaned in to whisper, "I'll explain later."
Goku nodded and turned his attention back on Vegeta.
"So everyone, pair up as you wish." Here, Bardock winked at Toma. Vegeta continued, "and here's to a fulfilling moon to come." Everyone lifted their glasses and toasted.
The pack ate and drank afterwards as usual only more boisterous. Goku stared at Turles' empty seat and sighed. It seemed everyone was ignoring the elephant in the room.
He reached out with his ki, Turles' ki was still steady, but how he was mentally was another matter.
After the meal, everyone returned to where Turles was left to continue the onslaught of punishment, aside from Broly and Goku, who once again sat it out near the entrance of the cave.
"How long are they going to be doing this?" Broly asked. Sure, he felt that Turles deserved punishment, but this seemed extensive.
"I dun know. When I found out, I had t' calm myself in a place where time moves slower, for two weeks. The others haven't had a chance for that, they're still angry." Goku replied. Broly looked very confused. "I'll explain about the place later." Goku added.
Footsteps were heard coming their way, and the Saiyans looked back to see Bardock stretching his arms and cracking his neck, making his way towards them.
"Damn, that guy is a tough nut to crack."
"What do ya mean? Hasn't he had enough punishment?!"
Bardock's tail whipped behind him at his cub's disrespectful tone. "Listen, Kakarot, ya don't know how things are settled among pack members. Turles is the one doing this to himself. As soon as he apologizes and asks for our forgiveness, he'll be freed. But he is being a stubborn piece of work and we can't seem to find his breaking point."
"But what was he supposed t' do? One wrong move and he'd be blown up. And why do ya need t' force an apology out of him?"
"Cuz that's how things work when yer part of a pack. I don't expect ya to understand." Bardock sat down next to Goku and Broly.
"Baba… Tell me honestly. Why do ya hate him?"
Bardock laughed mirthlessly. "cub, ya have NO idea the things Turles has done. Ya'd be hating him too, trust me."
"I dun really hate many people. It's just not me. And yer avoiding the question."
Bardock sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd have to tell Kakarot what Turles did.
"Turles got my first born killed. He was the one who reported to Frieza about the newborns' power levels. He coulda kept quiet about my cub's power level, but he didn't."
"Raditz told me I had another brother and what happened, I just didn't know Turles was why..."
"...yes. Cumber was Toma's and my first cub. Toma does not know Turles was basically responsible for our cub's death. He would certainly side with me against him. Raditz doesn't know either. Not many knew Turles was one of the few despicable Saiyans in charge of thinning out our numbers. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and found out."
Broly chose that moment to voice his opinion, "depending on how strong he was, it could've been the King instead of Frieza just as easily." The Goddess knew his source had ranted about that enough times.
Bardock huffed, "true, the King had his hang ups about being the strongest, but he would've never harmed one of my cubs. Still, it's a shame he fucked ya over like he did, Broly. Even though it did save yer life in the end."
Bardock looked at his youngest brat, "so, do ya hate him now, cub?"
"Is… That why ya told me?" Goku asked him.
"No, Kakarot, I just want ya to understand."
"I can understand why yer mad, I would be too… But I can't help but feel like ya guys have been hurtin' each other deliberately for ages, tryna get back at each other."
Bardock was silent.
Goku sighed. "Either way, I still dun see why Vegeta feels the need t' rub it in his face. I mean, the Raditz-thing, it ain't like Turles could stop Raditz from matin' with Vegeta, but for someone who's always goin' on about bein' Saiyan, he's very reluctant t' apply the whole 'free sex and several mates' -freedom t' his own mates, or even lovers. And dun give me that 'he's the Prince' stuff. That's just double standards."
Bardock scoffed, "well as the Prince he is technically allowed to decree it, but I'll give ya that he does seem rather greedy on that point. It's not like ya mate nilli willy."
Goku sat in silence for a long while.
"I'm still not gonna hate him, or be cruel t' him." He then said in a low voice.
Bardock, chewing on his stick, replied, "it's yer choice, cub, but can I ask why?"
"I've seen what hatred does t' ya, and I dun want that for myself. And also… No matter what he's done, in the end, whatever I'd do t' him, deserve or not, it would say far more about myself than about him."
The silence was thick enough to cut as all three of them sat there.
Bardock reached out and pulled Goku closer to himself, Goku let him.
"That's a strange way to put it." Bardock frowned. "Anyways, what I wanted to tell ya about was that pre-moon celebration Vegeta mentioned."
Goku nodded silently and Broly leaned closer to them.
"The full moon had many rituals connected, but there were a few leading up to it as well. The most anticipated was the pre-mating one. Basically, ya choose a partner and then ya spend the first few nights before the full moon together. Think of it as a test-run for couples who consider becoming mates. However, it is not exclusive to non-mated couples. Mated couples get together too, some even decided to abstain from sex for those days, building up the tension only to release it fully when the moon is full."
Goku and Broly looked very interested.
"The procedure is basically that you and yer mate or partner go outside and find a secluded place where ya either fuck, or lie there and let the moonlight hit yer body, thereby poking the feral side of ya slightly awake. Personally, I'd recommend not doing that for you two, mated or not, no offense Broly but…"
Broly nodded in understanding. Goku reached over and grabbed his hand and both smiled at each other. Bardock rolled his eyes, had he and Toma ever been that young?
"Ya usually set up a little camp with a fire and all, and then spend a few nights indulging yerself and yer partner." Bardock finished off his explanation.
Goku looked at Broly, seeing the same anticipation in his eyes as he felt.
"So no preparation?" Broly asked.
"Well," Bardock replied, "on Vegetasei there'd be scheduled fights first where the winners could get first pick of those who'd signed up as looking for a partner, only for the pre-moon part though, not actual mating. That was up to the individual Saiyan. But there's not much need for that here." Bardock said in a 'we-all-know-why-that-is' tone, looking squarely at Broly and his cub.
"Anyway, I think that's enough sentimentality for one day for me." Bardock got up and headed outside for some air.
Goku turned and asked Broly, "do ya want t', ya know, do the pre-moon thing with me?"
Broly nodded eagerly, holding Goku's hands.
"Okay, well then, do ya know a spot where we can be alone?"
Broly had a spot in mind. He used to go there to be alone with his thoughts and he nodded, already anticipating showing Goku his special little hiding hole.
"Great, I'll get some firewood for us from Earth, and some blankets." Both smiled and wagged their tails, Goku leaned forward and kissed Broly.
"But first, there's somethin' I must do." He looked over at the area where Turles was.
The mood grew solemn and Broly nodded before he rose and headed outside too.
Goku took a deep breath and headed over to Turles, who sat alone since everyone was either drinking, sleeping it off, or outside for some air.
Turles was a sad sight, as he sat there, unmoving and slumped forward.
Goku kneeled down and hugged the pirate. "I'm sorry." The young Saiyan whispered, as he offered the only comfort he had, while ignoring the emerging wet patch he felt on his shoulder.
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Broly and Goku had flown about half around the planet until Broly told his mate they had arrived.
It was a large cave-opening nestled high up on a mountain and it had a cliffside sticking out in front of it like a balcony. It was perfect for a camp out.
They landed on the cliffside and started making a small camp. Goku had I.T.'d back to Earth for some extremely snuggly blankets and a few sleeping mats and various camping supplies.
He started preparing a small campfire while Broly headed deeper inside the cave and spread out the blankets and mats in the spot he used to sleep in when younger, along with some of their supplies, t
aking one mat and a blanket outside with him for sitting next to the fire once it was lit.
Having spent nearly all his childhood roughing it in the wild, Goku soon had a small camp set up with the stuff Broly brought out.
Later he'd introduced Broly to the wonderful concept of s'mores. Camp set up and supplies tucked away safely, Goku lit the fire as the sun started dipping down into the horizon line, leaving the whole landscape golden. The view really was amazing from this place. He told Broly this much and got a blinding smile in return, making a ball of heat grow in his chest from sheer affection.
Both huddled together under a large blanket as the fire had grown to full size and the waxing gibbous moon started becoming clearer in the sky.
Goku could feel his heart beat faster and he felt a bit warmer under the collar, as he and Broly snuggled closely together, the crackles from the fire and the distant scuttles of the bugs being the only noises so far out.
"I'm glad you came with me." Broly said into Goku's hair, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "After everything, I wasn't sure if I'd ever…" He trailed off but Goku understood, the time after the tournament had been rough for both of them.
"Hey, it's okay now. I'm here and I always will be. Whatever comes." Goku said and pressed a kiss to Broly's lips.
Broly sighed. "You forgave me so easily." He said.
"There was nothing to forgive." Goku said with finality.
"I don't agree with you there." Broly replied in a sad voice.
Goku pulled his head away from the nook of Broly's neck and looked up at him. "Listen, ya lost control. It's happened to everyone."
Unable to keep his worries wrapped up anymore, Broly blurted out, "but I hurt YOU! You of all people! How could you forgive me, and so easily?"
Goku stared at him for a solid minute before he exhaled deeply. "Broly, I'm only gonna tell ya this because I love ya and so ya might stop blaming yerself." And there under the full moon to come, Goku told Broly about his grandfather and what had happened to him.
"-And so ya see, Broly, if ya think yer a monster, then I am too. Even worse since I actually killed someone."
Broly sat with wide eyes, having grown wider as the story progressed and he realized where it was heading. He grabbed Goku and pulled him into a tight hug. "It wasn't your fault, you didn't know."
"But I shoulda stopped myself." Goku said.
Broly shook his head, " NO, you had no training, no practice, you couldn't have-"
Goku interrupted, "then why are you to blame, if I'm not?!"
Goku laid a hand on Broly's cheek, "if yer to blame, then so am I. Dun take guilt that ain't yers t' take, Broly. Okay?" Goku asked with wet eyes.
Broly laid a hand on the one covering his cheek and wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. "Kakarot, can I kiss you?"
With a smile Goku simply nodded, Broly leaned down and did just that, he then pressed Goku gently down onto the mat and made love to him under the moon, like countless Saiyans had done before them.
-
Afterwards they lay under the stars and looked into the flames, Goku cuddled up on top of Broly, soft kisses being exchanged very often.
"I want to show you something." Broly spoke.
Goku smiled and nodded. He followed as Broly got up and walked into the cave.
The deeper they got, the more Goku wondered what could be so deep inside a cave that Broly thought it'd be nice to show him instead of getting more intimate by the fire.
They reached a huge dark chamber where Broly stopped and motioned for Goku to be quiet.
Broly then slowly walked towards the middle of the cave and Goku imitated his mate's slow moves. When they reached the middle, Broly turned around and grabbed his mate's hands. The wild Saiyan then smiled and tapped his foot down on the rocky floor. Immediately, lights started appearing along the cave walls and ceiling, forming patterns of all colors.
"Oh, wow!" Goku stared in awe as he gazed at the beautiful colors. "What is this?"
Broly shrugged, "they are small animals that glow in the dark. Sound makes them light up."
"It's beautiful! It's like looking at the stars!" Goku smiled like a child, his smile lighting up the cave even more than the luminescent animals.
"Don't eat them though. They taste terrible." Broly made a face, remembering that one time, as a child, Broly had curiously put one in his mouth.
"Noted." Goku chuckled as he lay down into the makeshift nest Broly had made earlier, pulling his mate with him.
It was a good thing Saiyans had such keen night vision, otherwise they'd have tripped the whole way into the cave.
Both snuggled together for warmth, still high on affection and love from earlier, but Goku had a surprise for Broly.
"Broly," he whispered into his mate's ear. "There's somethin' I wanna try."
Broly's demeanor perked up and he scooted even closer to his lover. "Yeah? What's that?"
He could feel the heat from Goku's cheeks against his chest.
"Well, the first time we tried it, it really didn't go well, but now that yer calmer, I wanted t' try it again, do ya remember during the tail induced-rut how sometimes ya'd not use my breeder but instead…" Goku didn't finish but Broly knew what he was talking about.
Eager but cautious he asked, "are you sure?"
Goku nodded and then rolled over and rummaged through the supplies next to the nest. "Yup." He said as he held up a bottle of lube, "I got this just in case, too."
Broly's eyes gleamed in the dim light. Well, he'd sworn to keep Kakarot as happy as he could, and this was no hardship as far as he was concerned.
"Okay." He said as he grabbed the lube and sat up in the nest. Meanwhile, Goku got up on all fours and waited for Broly to move behind him. "Do ya know how to prep?" Goku asked.
"I saw Raditz do it once, but tell me if I hurt you."
Goku hummed in agreement and relaxed himself.
Covering two fingers with lube, Broly carefully slid one finger into Goku's ass, prompting a small gasp, making him stop.
"I'm good, I'm good," Goku said. "It was just cold. Go on. I'll say 'stop' if needed."
Broly carried on, his own hard on throbbed with the idea of being buried there once again.
Soon, Goku was stretched enough for another finger, he gave a loud moan when one of them hit the underside of his tail spot.
"Ahh, yes! Rub there!" Goku moaned.
Broly complied, and kept one finger rubbing that spot while the other kept stretching him.
Goku, shivering and moaning, kneeled forward to give Broly easier access. He moaned loudly when Broly added another finger and stretched him even further.
Finally, Goku could take it no more, "enough! Need ya now!" He looked back at Broly, his pupils blown wide in the darkness and from the pleasure.
Broly coated himself with the lube and tossed the bottle somewhere in the nest. He placed his tip at Goku's entrance and started entering him gently.
Goku's jaw dropped open when he felt himself stretch around the head, "ohh, fuck!" Slipped out of him. It didn't hurt, per say, but it felt so raw compared to when they used his breeder.
Broly kept sliding inside, slowly but steadily until he was fully buried. Goku gulped for air as he let his body get used to the girth inside him. It'd been a while since last he'd done anal.
Broly was panting too from holding himself back and the silken snugness of Goku's ass. His mate had always been tight but this place was even tighter. He'd been too hormone crazed to truly notice it the last time, but now…
When Goku felt his body had gotten used to Broly, he rocked backwards as a 'go-signal'. Broly started a slow pace, savoring the experience and the sounds his mate made.
"Ahh, ya feel so good, Broly!" Goku gasped, as he pushed himself harder backwards, asking for more. "Go faster, I can take it."
Broly trusted that Goku would speak up if something hurt, and started a fast pace, making both of them moan loudly.
Goku was relishing it, he'd liked anal the few times he'd tried, Broly's tail-induced lust aside, and had been waiting to try this with his mate.
Suddenly Goku felt something strange. It came from his breeder? But Broly's hands were on his hips, what- "OHHH!" Suddenly it felt like someone had thrust themselves inside Goku's breeder and the dual sensations made Goku's mind go blank for two seconds. Broly's tail? No, it felt wrong for that, but what- The bond! Goku's eyes went wide with realization. Of course Vegeta and Raditz would be fucking too! And with the bond… Goku gasped again at Broly's next thrust. "OHH, FUCK!" He yelled.
Broly stopped, afraid he'd hurt him. Goku was having none of that however "DUN YA DARE STOP! It's the bond- Vegeta… He's, Raditz, in his breeder, the bond!" Goku was rambling, the feeling of having two cocks inside him overwhelmed him and he moaned happily when Broly complied.
Broly couldn't believe what he was seeing. Goku was panting and screaming like crazy. Not since the night they'd mated had he seen him this desperate. Well, he wasn't going to let Raditz do all the work. He started fucking even harder and Goku's screams echoed through the cave.
Broly slammed himself inside and Goku was drooling and moaning, it only took a few thrusts before Goku tossed his head back and screamed hoarsely as he spilled himself onto the nest. Coming from both his breeder and his tail gland inside. The sensation was so strong he felt it travel across his entire tail.
The sudden tightness dragged Broly with him as he too came hard, curled over Goku's twitching form, both of them lost to the world.
Both collapsed sideways and lay there like rag-dolls, gulping for air.
Broly recovery first, and checked up on Goku, just in case he'd harmed him. Goku lay, brain still like mush, for a few minutes before he came back. Goddess, he'd never tried coming like that outside of his mini-heat or during his first time on Gods' blood, and that said something.
He was pretty sure he'd felt Vegeta come too, adding to the whole wave of pleasure.
He saw Broly's worried face looking down on him, and patted his cheek as if to say 'I'm okay'.
Suddenly Goku moaned again. It seemed Vegeta wasn't done yet.
Well, two could play at that game.
He reached up, grabbed Broly's hair, and whispered, "more!".
Ever the faithful mate, Broly did as asked.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Goku and Broly returned the next morning to shouting inside the cave. Goku gasped and rushed to the back where he could hear commotion.
What he saw shocked him to the core.
Toma was shouting and punching Turles. Bardock was trying to calm his mate down, Raditz was leaned on a wall hugging himself, Cheelai and Lemo couldn't do much more than shout at Toma to stop, and Vegeta had a surprised expression on his face.
"YOU BASTARD. HOW COULD YOU?!" Toma wailed as he hit the pirate.
"TOMA!" Goku screamed and powered up. It didn't take much force to remove Toma from Turles and keep him at bay.
Broly, helped Turles up, also shocked at Toma's display. The tanned Saiyan was usually such a calm and peaceful one.
"What happened?!" Goku yelled at nobody in particular.
Bardock rubbed his face, "Turles thought it'd be cute to tell Toma that Turles was the one who 'technically' got our first born killed."
A choked sound coming from the dark skinned Saiyan made the others paused. That sound slowly turned into garbled laughter.
Toma tried to get to him again but Goku had a tight hold on him.
"Frieza has made me do unspeakable things. And I gladly followed his command." Turles lied.
Cheelai gasped and covered her mouth.
Toma tried firing a ki ball at the pirate, but Goku stopped him before it could be hurled at Turles.
"He has talked far too much." Vegeta walked towards the pirate.
"What are you going to do, Your Majesty?" Turles asked in a derisive tone, "going to punish me more?"
Vegeta knelt down in front of the pirate and placed a ki muzzle around his mouth to shut Turles up. "That ought to keep you from provoking the others."
Goku turned to Toma, "can I let go of ya now?"
Toma closed his eyes and gave a court nod and was let go.
Raditz pushed off from the wall and walked briskly to Toma to give him a hug. That's when the dam broke and Toma started quietly sobbing.
Turles had told them that Frieza asked him for a list of all the Saiyan cubs in the nursing pods and the details about each one of them. That had been a simple task for the crafty pirate, and Turles had hacked into the system and gotten a long list of the babies of that particular district.
What Turles hadn't told them was how devastated he had felt when he saw Frieza exterminating the cubs that had a power level of under forty two. He was tricked into believing the low power cubs were to be trained to become stronger. Turles had never in his dreams wanted to bring harm upon a Saiyan baby. That had been the reason for his betrayal towards Frieza. He wanted to become stronger than the tyrant to end him himself.
But Turles enjoyed messing with others, and enjoyed the reactions he would cause. He also knew exactly which buttons to press to bring out the worst in others.
Goku had a nagging feeling Turles hadn't told them the whole story, and there was one way to know once and for all what was going on in the pirate's warped mind. Goku would normally not invade another person's privacy like this, but the situation called for a bend in the rules.
The young Saiyan walked to the pirate and sat next to him. Softly, he placed his hands on Turles' head and opened his mind to him. Memories, feelings, everything started flowing into Goku's mind. On one particular emotion, he could feel Turles' lost soul in the middle of darkness, all alone. A few memories showed him how Turles had been forced to do inconceivable things against his better judgement. He could feel how Turles hated himself and what he was and what he had done. Turles always looked for ways to punish himself. He strived to hurt himself for being a mere shadow of a Saiyan, a clone. And under all this, his desire to be accepted, to be loved, to belong… A memory of Turles secretly playing and sparring with a young Raditz appeared. Another memory of the young Saiyan looking up to the pirate and enjoying his company flowed into Goku's mind. A memory of how a young Raditz would listen avidly to all the stories and adventures Turles told him. The young Saiyan would even try to imitate the pirate, making Turles feel accepted for the first time in his life. That same young Saiyan who blossomed into the warrior that stole Turles' heart-
"MMMMMPH!" Turles violently wrenched himself from Goku's hands, severing the link, and fell back on the floor. A look of hatred was etched on the dark skinned Saiyan's face.
Goku was struck. Turles not only cared for Raditz. He was absolutely madly in love with him. Goku felt bad for intruding on such private memories, but now he understood the renegade better.
"Care to tell us what that was about?" Bardock quirked an eyebrow.
Goku stood up and ran a hand through his hair. "I read his mind, kinda. I felt his emotions and how he feels about himself. I also saw a few memories about-"
Goku stopped himself when he saw Turles' pleading eyes.
"-About things he's done. Things against his will." Goku lowered his eyes. "He was tricked into giving Frieza the lists and details for all the cubs so Frieza could get rid of weak Saiyans. Turles didn't even know that bastard was gonna kill them. He felt awful after that and decided to rebel against him. I saw and felt a lotta other things too… Turles ain't our enemy."
Cheelai gave a sigh of relief, "I knew he couldn't be all bad." "We now know who the real enemy is..." Lemo added, "Frieza."
"Ya know all that from just touching his head? How'd ya do that?" Raditz asked his brother.
The young Saiyan shrugged, "the same way Vegeta learned to sense ki. I picked up that ability along the way."
Everyone looked at Vegeta, "it is true. Kakarot is just full of surprises." The Prince scoffed. "Which reminds me…" Vegeta walked to the bag he had brought from his last visit and pulled out a capsule. He clicked it and threw it on the floor away from the others. "I brought an alarm system for the bugs. You shall install it, Kakarot, since you are the only one with some experience on the matter."
"I've never installed an alarm system before!" Goku said in disbelief.
"The woman included instructions. You understand them better." Vegeta handed the small manual to Goku and left for the exit.
"Where are ya goin'?" Goku asked.
Vegeta just waved his hand and took off once he exited the cave.
The Earth raised Saiyan sighed and eyed the booklet. "Imma need help with this…"
"We'll help," Bardock offered, "we can all use a breather."
"
All
of us?" Goku scowled at the pack.
"Most of us." Bardock corrected himself.
"You guys go outside. I'll just be a minute." Goku would be damned if he left Turles in such a shape after the beating he received from Toma.
-
A few minutes later, after fetching a bowl of water, Goku had gotten rid of most of the dirt and grime that covered Turles' body. Turles had been adamant in letting Goku tend to him, wriggling and ducking from Goku's touch, but the young Saiyan had patiently worked around the pirate's refusal and, eventually, Turles had given up.
Goku had to bite back the desire to remove the device from Turles' breeder, but he figured Vegeta would likely get mad at him and an irate Prince was better to avoid. He did remove the spreader bar and watched with some sort of relief as Turles sighed and stretched out his legs, still bound at the ankles. The position he'd been forced into had been extremely uncomfortable for Turles, and he had seemed grateful for that small gesture of goodwill.
-
After installing the alarm system, it was quite simple once you got the hang of it, the group spent the rest of the day outside sparring. Goku didn't hold back any punches. He was too upset with his family to bother being careful. Cheelai and Lemo had stayed behind.
Vegeta still hadn't returned when the pack decided to call it a day and go back to the cave. It was dinner time and feeding time for Turles.
Once there, Raditz picked up the baby bottle Vegeta told them to use, and couldn't quite make heads or tails out of it until Goku showed him how to use it.
"Alright. Who goes first?" Bardock looked at the others.
His question was met by side glances, and shuffling of feet.
Nobody wanted to seem like they wanted to help Turles with Vegeta on the warpath, even if their view of the pirate and the things he'd done had changed somewhat since Goku had told them what he'd seen when he had read Turles' mind.
"I'll go first." Broly volunteered.
A sigh of relief rang through the other pack members.
"Why do we even need to feed him milk? Why not just regular food?" Goku asked irritatedly.
Bardock replied, "there is no better food to sustain a Saiyan, if they could only eat one thing. It has fluid, nutrients, and energy. And a latcher like Broly can produce the richest milk when it comes to energy."
Goku could read between the lines, "and he ain't allowed anythin' else, right?" He said in a flat tone.
Bardock nodded, "yup. Not until he apologizes. It's part of the breaking process."
Goku wisely decided not to mention him having snuck in to feed him solids the other night.
"Well then, Broly go ahead." Goku told his mate.
Broly, still new at this milking and feeding thing, took the offered bottle and stared uncomprehendingly at it. "I don't know how to…"
Goku grabbed the baby bottle from him. "Here let me help ya." He said and pulled Broly over to the table, he opened the bottle and helped Broly milk himself into it, screwing the top back on afterwards.
"Will I feed him?" The larger Saiyan asked.
Goku paused and raised an eyebrow at his mate, a questioning look on his face, "do ya want t' feed him?"
Broly nodded rapidly.
Goku wondered about his motives but shrugged in the end. "Fine by me."
They got back to where the others were and Broly took the bottle before kneeling by the pirate. He easily undid the ki muzzle Vegeta placed on him and put the bottle to his lips.
Turles growled. "I will not be treated like a cub!"
"Eat, Turles." Bardock commanded him.
"It is this or the bowl." Vegeta's voice interrupted as he came striding back.
"And where have you been all day?" Raditz crossed his arms.
Vegeta simply smirked at him. "I have other things to do besides mingling with you rowdy commoners." Making the whole pack internally roll their eyes.
"How is Bulma by the way?" Goku inquired.
"Who said I went to visit her?" Vegeta replied smugly.
"Where else would ya go?" Goku asked confused.
Vegeta walked by his younger future mate and traced a line with his tail under his nose. "That is for me to know, and no one else."
Actually rolling his eyes now, Goku just groaned and left it at that, distracted by the scent.
"Now. Shall you drink from the bottle or the bowl?" The Prince towered over the pirate. "Hurry up with your decision. It would be a waste to let it go cold." He said in an austere voice.
Turles shivered and when Broly offered him the bottle again, Turles resignedly opened his mouth. He was rather hungry. And he knew Broly could simply force his mouth open. The thought made him shiver, to be at the mercy of such a powerful being. It would’ve been much better had he latched directly onto the Saiyan’s chest, but he knew this was part of his punishment, no indulgent physical contact was allowed during.
Joke's on them,
thought the pirate,
I enjoy harsh treatment.
His tail subconsciously lifted and stood at attention.
Broly could smell Turles' arousal and he started purring. In one movement, he swept the dark skinned Saiyan off the floor and made him sit on his lap. The bottle dislodged from Turles' mouth and milk dribbled down his chin. Broly licked it up without thinking, making Turles release a purr of his own.
Most of the pack wanted to protest, this was supposed to be a chastisement for Turles, but none was stupid enough to actually object.
Goku had seen that look on Broly's face many times before, it looked like he'd be getting milked by his mate again tonight, and hopefully more now that Broly's fetish had been awoken once again. There was still more time to indulge before the moon, after all.
Goku did wonder absentmindedly how this would work out during feeding time, if he and Broly ever had cubs.
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If there was one positive thing about the upcoming mating from Turles' point of view, it would be that everyone would be so busy preparing for it, they wouldn't have much time to 'discipline' him.
The full moon was only two nights away.
Vegeta had turned into a regular 'bridezilla', not that Goku was stupid enough to voice that out loud. He was kept busy during the day, either I.T.'ing back and forth between Earth, picking up supplies, or on the communication device with Bulma whenever Vegeta decided he needed something else too.
They still kept up the pre-moon ritual during the nights, however. So the Saiyans paired off with their preferred partner and either had feral, animalistic sex, or abstained themselves from it, teasing themselves and building up for the full moon. Broly and Goku would end up spending the next two nights in the cave. Goku would teach Broly how to make s'mores and Broly would make sure Goku screamed enough to turn the cave into a variable disco while they fucked.
Honestly, Goku thought with a sigh as he sent off another request to Bulma, his and Broly's mating had been simple and straight to the point. No fancy-stuff needed. Sure it'd been pretty spontaneous, but still.
Vegeta would properly say something about 'a royal mating was not like a peasant mating' if asked, but Goku figured it was more of a case of going all out now that he and Raditz finally got to tie the knot, so to speak.
So he kept silent and played the delivery boy faithfully. He could see how happy Raditz was under all his nerves, which had really gotten more visible as the mating approached, and he could feel how happy Vegeta was under his terrifying pre-mating self.
He could feel the pulse of joy through their bond, and Goku was truly happy for them. Yes. Happy…
Goku sighed and left that thought for another time, for now he had to go get more stuff from Bulma. Again. Before Vegeta started yelling about when it would be arriving.
Honestly, Goku was glad he'd had a 'peasant-mating' even if only to avoid all this hullabaloo.
Besides, he'd done the wedding part before. It had really not been a big deal; long winded speeches and having to be paraded around. No thanks.
Heck, he'd not even understood what was really going on.
Feeling Vegeta's ki starting to rise when he was unable to locate the items he'd requested, Goku quickly put two fingers to his forehead and left for Earth.
-
Finally it was time. The whole pack was feeling jittery from the moon and nerves in the case of Vegeta and Raditz.
The group, including Cheelai and Lemo, was gathered under the twilight sky. All except for four Saiyans.
"So what are we doing right now?" The pink eyed woman asked.
"We're seeing Raditz and Vegeta off for their union." Bardock explained.
"So like a marriage ceremony?"
"Nothing like the sort. This is a real union, not just reading vows off some scroll." Vegeta mocked the shallow marriage ceremonies he'd seen in many cultures. "When is he coming out?!" The Prince paced the entrance to the cave.
Bardock chuckled, "easy, Yer Highness. Give them time to finish him up."
-
"Now for the band." While Goku held the end of his brother's hair, Toma took his hairband off and used it to secure Raditz's braid. "Done!"
Raditz sighed and got up. He examined his braid, "thanks, guys." He turned to express his gratitude to Toma and Goku. Raditz sighed, he was a nervous wreck. In a few hours, Vegeta would be his. They would be free to have cubs. Raditz shivered as arousal shot through his body. That, mixing with his high strung nerves didn't make for a pleasant result.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Raditz blurted out, feeling his stomach twist and turn. What if Turles was right? What if Vegeta would never see him as an equal?
"Don't you dare! You don't want to kiss Vegeta and taste of that, do you?" Toma scolded his cub.
"No, but I just…" Raditz started.
Careful not to mess up the hair, Goku dope-slapped him. "He's been waitin' YEARS, Raditz, yer dick is good but not THAT good. He wants YOU, stop worryin'."
Raditz stared at his younger brother, "My dick ain't that good?" His voice went up a couple of octaves and he paled a few more shades of white.
"Not 'years-worth-of-waitin'' good! It's still good, dun worry. Even so, ya better give it yer all tonight." Goku winked at Raditz.
"And try, TRY not to live up to your name!" Toma said slightly mockingly.
Raditz felt bile rise up in his throat.
Goku turned around and fetched something he had brought during his multiple visits to Earth. He held up two candy bars, "do ya want some back up chocolate? Just in case? Think we can stash it in your hair?"
"WHA?!"
"Kakarot, I don't think that's a good idea." Toma interjected.
"Ya sure?" Goku asked his second source.
Toma nodded, "but thanks for trying."
Goku shrugged, "ok, do ya have everything else then?"
Raditz swallowed heavily as he straightened out his attire, "I think so, I know it's silly but I can't help but worry."
Goku had an idea, "if ya want I can eat some chocolate, with the bond it might…"
Toma interrupted, "no, no, Kakarot, let them do this alone. This has to be done without outside influence."
"Oh, ok then. Anyway, cheer up, Raditz, ya know how I got affected by my mini-heat? And the moon wasn't even full then. Ya'll be 'up' all night, trust me. And ya better satisfy Vegeta good. I'll be feelin' it. I'll know if ya don't."
Raditz actually hurled.
Toma face palmed, "I'll go grab some water."
Goku rummaged through their stuff, "think we have some tic-tacs somewhere."
While the Earth warrior looked for the breath fresheners a thought occurred, "Toma, since me and Broly'll likely be fuckin' too, is it really without outside influence?" Goku called to Toma in the kitchen area.
"There aren't any rules for bonded mates, to be honest. But it's best to keep the influence to a minimum." He called back.
"You see, Radi, between yer dick and Broly's, me and the moon, Vegeta is sure t' have a great time." Goku said as he fished out a small box of tic-tacs.
"Oh, gods. What if I can't get it up?" Raditz crouched down and rubbed his face.
"Pfffff- No chance, big brother. Ya got hard from Vegeta when ya were actually dead, right? So dun worry. All this is just nerves, ya'll see."
Toma returned with a bowl of water and Raditz gulped it gratefully, rinsing his mouth as well.
"Here." Goku held out the tic-tacs. "I'm sure ya can get it up but puke breath is also a mood killer. Also, this will help calm yer nerves." Goku lied.
"No outside influence, Kakarot!" Toma stopped when he saw Goku wink above Raditz's head.
"Bulma made these, they cure bad breath, but they seem to have a calming effect on Saiyans for some reason. We won't tell if ya don't." Goku continued.
Raditz looked at his little brother, then at his source, then at the small white pill and took it.
"Chew, dun swallow." Goku instructed.
Popping it in his mouth and chewing on it, Raditz felt the last of the puke taste disappear and his mouth almost felt cold when he exhaled.
"It should kick in soon." Goku said as he bent down and sniffed near Raditz's mouth. "The breath is gone at least."
"I'm- Feeling a bit better…" Raditz admitted.
"Good, now let's get out there, before they wear off, or you puke again." Toma picked Raditz up by hooking his arms under his armpits.
"Come on, brother, Vegeta has never been patient. Especially when blue-balled."
They escorted Raditz towards the exit of the cave.
-
"I SWEAR TO THE GODDESS HERSELF, I AM GOING IN THERE AND-" Vegeta stopped mid track as three Saiyans exited the cave.
Raditz looked even more gorgeous with his hair tied back in a braid. A stray hair strand fell on the side of his face.
The moonlight fell over his miles of tanned skin, interrupted only by a pair of black spandex shorts, evening gloves, and knee high boots. Raditz also wore his arm and leg bands, symbol of the loss of his blood parents, as some Saiyans chose to use. The cape Bulma had designed looked like a legitimate cape tailored to the royal circle. The deep blue contrasted beautifully with his skin, and the shoulder pads made Raditz look even girthier.
Raditz's dark eyes glowed when they set sight on Vegeta in all his decked up glory.
Vegeta was dressed in a similar fashion. Only differences were the cape color and lack of bands. Whereas Raditz's cape was dark blue, Vegeta's was blood red.
Raditz stood next to his intended and waited for his carrier to draw the symbols of the House of Vegeta and Clan of Bardock on their chests respectively. King Vegeta would’ve been the one to draw Bardock's clan symbol on his cub, but seeing as the King wasn't present, and would probably be opposed to the union anyhow, Bardock drew both symbols himself; the royal symbol on Raditz's chest, and his clan symbol on Vegeta's.
"I, Bardock, heir of cKelerias, give my blessing to this union. For better or for worse, may you be united for eternity." The scarred Saiyan dipped his fingers in the dye and drew the symbols.
Raditz gave a shaky sigh as Bardock finished drawing Vegeta's symbol on his chest. This was really happening. The weight of the significance hit Raditz full force and the warrior felt faint. He started swaying on his feet.
Goku was fast to catch him before he could topple over. "Easy there, big bro. Ya got this."
"I need another one of those tic-tocs."
"Tic-tacs." Goku corrected. "One is more than enough, ya big lug. They're very strong. Ya won't wanna fall asleep, would ya?"
"I suppose not." Raditz's head was still fuzzy but he straightened himself. He noticed Vegeta watching him with a concerned and adoring expression.
Once Bardock was done drawing his symbol on Vegeta's chest, Raditz and the Prince turned to face each other.
"For eternity?" Raditz asked.
"For eternity, you fool." Vegeta smiled.
The smile soon turned into a smirk and Vegeta took off, running under the starry sky, Raditz hot on his heels.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Raditz's tail swished behind him as he went after the Prince. Adrenaline soon erased any fear and any doubt in his mind. They would consummate their union in a matter of minutes. Goku was already looking forward to feeling the start of Vegeta's mini-heat through the bond. He linked his tail with Broly's, and leaned close up against him, already purring at the thought of what was to come. Meanwhile, Toma went over to Bardock and slung an arm around him, looking out at where their cub had run off to. "So, it's finally happening, huh?" Bardock nodded, also staring out to where Raditz had disappeared. "Yup, about time. His Majesty's balls must've been bluer than Burter's." Toma snorted, "you just HAD to mention the Ginyu force, didn't you. Well, guess it's just us tonight, then." He'd have to have been blind and deaf to miss his youngest and his legendary mate having eye sex for the last minute, clearly gearing up for a long night. Goku whispered something in Broly's ear, and Broly's eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree, before he picked Goku up and flew off towards the cave they'd been using for the past nights. Yelling a quick 'BYE' to his parents, Goku was soon out of sight, along with Broly. Bardock looked fondly at the rapidly growing smaller form of them. "He's gonna need a Senzu after tonight." Toma just nodded. - Raditz was having a hard time trying to catch the elusive Prince. He was relying solely on his sense of smell at this point. As soon as Raditz thought he had outsmarted Vegeta and was going to catch him, Vegeta would vanish into the distance. "FUCK!" Raditz cursed his slow body. He sat down to come up with a plan to corner Vegeta when out of nowhere a body collided with his. Two Saiyans rolled on the dusty ground until they separated, each taking a defensive stance, tails wagging wildly in the air. "Giving up, weakling?" The Prince taunted. "In yer dreams." Raditz growled as he charged towards his future mate. Vegeta was quick to evade Raditz's fist. He easily dodged his punches and as soon as he saw an opening, he slammed his fist against Raditz's side. "ACK! GrrrrAAAAH!" Raditz shouted as he continued to attack. He knew it was a lost battle, but he had to give his best. Vegeta only smirked and ducked, throwing jives every now and again. Raditz started sweating and his breath came faster. Even if the use of ki was allowed, he still stood no chance against the powerful Prince. "Will ya. Stop. Moving?!" Vegeta paused and scoffed, "very well." He said nonchalantly. Raditz gave a battle cry and punched Vegeta square in the jaw. The royal hardly moved. Raditz's eyes grew wide as the Prince's smirk grew wider. One punch was all it took to send Raditz crashing into the ground. Vegeta approached the downed warrior, his tail wagging smugly behind, while he fixed his own gloves. "I shall make this easy for you. Surrender yourself to me, Raditz. We both know who is and will be in charge." Raditz grunted as he tried to get up from the ruined topography. He assessed his body, and concluded that he was down for the count. "Ya've always been in charge, Vegeta." Raditz coughed up some blood and spit on the ground. "There was never any- Doubt." Vegeta gave him a smug grin. "Well, then," he leaned towards Raditz's face and whispered, "this is the part where you show me how well you can provide for me." He stood back up and left the fallen warrior to collect himself. Raditz scoffed humorously and picked himself up. There was no way he would hunt for a bug. Vegeta deserved the best the planet had to offer, so Raditz went hunting for a large green tail. Several minutes later, a tired Raditz made his way back to where his future mate was sitting, waiting for the taller warrior to return with his catch.Raditz tossed the tail in front of the Prince and waited for his approval. Vegeta sneered at the offer, "it needs to be skinned." The long haired Saiyan huffed. Skinning an animal without the use of ki was such a hassle! Nevertheless, he proceeded to do his best and soon the tail was skinned and ready to be eaten. Vegeta looked in a bored way at Raditz, "took you long enough." Raditz was about to reply rudely when Vegeta continued. "You have done well." The Prince tore a piece of meat and bit into it. He savored the flavor and the blood flowing into his mouth. After he finished his piece he took another, and another. Raditz watched patiently for the royal to have his fill, only then would he eat the remaining food.It didn't take long, however. After the sixth piece of slashed meat, Vegeta sat back and nodded for Raditz to dig in. The larger warrior gladly ate from his catch, stuffing his mouth like only a Saiyan could. A silent moment passed by and Vegeta was getting impatient. "Are you quite done?" "Gish ish goo' mea'! Can' go cho waysh." "What." The Prince deadpanned. Raditz swallowed his mouthful and repeated himself, " I said this is good meat. Can't go to waste." He immediately took another bite of the tail. Blood spilled down his chin as he bit into the juicy flesh. Vegeta shook his head. "You are as uncouth as your brother…" Raditz gulped down his bite and tilted his head. "Never you mind. Can we get on with it? I- Am starting to feel the effects of the moon." The long haired Saiyan sighed and stood up, dusting himself off. He walked over to Vegeta and helped him get up. The two Saiyans regarded each other. "Last chance, Vegeta. Ya can still run-" Vegeta pulled Raditz's head down and planted his lips on his, effectively shutting him up. The kiss became passionate, but Raditz still kept his hands to himself. Vegeta groaned and pulled back, "why in Hell are you not touching me?!" "My gloves are bloody." Raditz could swear he could HEAR a vein popping out on Vegeta's forehead. "Remove them." Honestly, Vegeta couldn't care less about getting blood all over himself or his attire. Raditz hastily took off the gloves and let them fall to the ground. He then hugged the Prince and returned to kissing him enthusiastically. Eventually, the Saiyans shifted their position and lay down, Vegeta on top and Raditz serving as a live mattress. The Prince got rid of his own gloves to better touch his lover. He sat up and moved sensually against Raditz's groin. "We need to get rid of these." Raditz suggested as he tugged on Vegeta's under armor. The Prince stood up and proceeded to remove them, Raditz following his lead. The capes and boots soon joined the shorts on the ground and now both were as naked as the day they were born, the symbols drawn on their chest shined under the moonlight. "Mmmm, Vegeta~" Raditz moaned as the Prince kissed alongside his jaw. When Vegeta got lower, Raditz felt his intention and quickly switched them around. "I'm pleasuring you tonight, Yer Highness." Raditz did not want to make a fool out of himself if he let Vegeta pleasure him orally. He would surely blow his load as soon as Vegeta placed his lips on his cock, and he could not have that happen on this momentous occasion. He wanted to be buried balls deep inside his mate-to-be before he would even think about coming. The little tic-toc pill Kakarot had given him had really worked wonders for his nerves. He was in control of his emotions and focused on his task. The larger Saiyan started kissing Vegeta's neck, traveled down to play with his nipples, and then lower to pay attention to the straining erection in front of him.Vegeta groaned as Raditz swiped his tongue over his sensitive flesh, and moaned his future mate's name as Raditz engulfed his shaft with his mouth.Fingers soon came in to play, preparing Vegeta for the main event. The Prince dug his fingers into the rock below him and scratched the terrain as he sighed and panted for more. Raditz let go of Vegeta's dick and looked up at him. "Are ya ready for me, Prince?" "Yes! Just do it already!" Came the forceful command. Raditz tsked and climbed on top of the Prince. Vegeta was slick enough that he could simply slide in, but it was his turn to play with his partner. Raditz aligned their cocks and grinded his hips against Vegeta's. "What- What are you doing?" Vegeta complained. "I need to get slicked up, Prince. I don't wanna hurt ya." He teased. Vegeta growled and grabbed Raditz by the ears. "Get inside me NOW!" "Ow, ow, ow, Okay!" Raditz shook himself from the hold on his ears and placed the head of his cock against Vegeta's breeder. He pushed in slowly, savoring the moment, much to Vegeta's impatience. The Prince squirmed, trying to get Raditz to hurry. "Calm down, Vegeta. We have all-" "If you say 'all the time in the world' I will rip your ball sac off with my teeth." Raditz chuckled, "that would be a shame. We wouldn't have any cubs~" Vegeta's heart leapt to his throat. In his haste to mate with Raditz, he hadn't stopped to think about actually becoming pregnant with his cubs. Eventually, they would have their own circle. The idea both thrilled him and scared him shitless. "You okay, Prince?" Raditz's concerned face hovered over Vegeta's. Vegeta blinked and mentally shook himself, "I am fine. Get moving." The larger Saiyan kept pushing in until he met Vegeta's cervix. He put a bit more pressure on it and watched, fascinated, as Vegeta arched against him and let out a loud moan. Raditz hugged Vegeta and turned them around, putting the Prince on top of him to move and grind against him.The Prince grinned and braced himself on his lover's chest, using gravity and his own strength to set up a nice rhythm between them. He rotated his hips and lifted himself up, only to sink back down and rotate his hips more, this way he could hit all the right spots inside himself. "Vegeta~" Raditz said the name in reverence, making the Prince lick his lips and sink down all the way, taking in inch by glorious inch. Raditz's dick pushed inside Vegeta's cervix and they both moaned at the feeling. "Yer- Gonna make me come if ya do that…" Raditz panted. "That is the idea, you know." "But not this soon!" The large warrior complained. "I want ya to enjoy yerself as much as ya want." "And who says I am not doing that?" Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at Raditz and pushed himself up, only to sink down all the way again. Raditz tensed and groaned, trying to stave off his orgasm. Vegeta just felt that good. Maybe Raditz was being biased, but Vegeta had one nice, tight, and warm cunt. To think that this powerful warrior wanted Raditz by his side forever, and bottom for him, no less. It was a humbling thought, if Raditz were honest, and it filled him with awe at how lucky he was to be fucking the Prince of all Saiyans. Just then Vegeta moaned loudly and curled in on himself. At Raditz's bewildered expression, Vegeta explained, "it seems Kakarot could not hold off from fucking Broly…" Raditz made an 'Oh' with his mouth. “Are ya feeling his pleasure?” Vegeta lifted an eyebrow, “of course. I can feel everything he feels. Why do you think I was wailing like that the other night? I can tell you, your brother rather fancies anal sex.” Raditz's memory flashed back to when he'd taught Goku. "Ohh, I knew that, but tell me, does the bond work the other way around too?" The Prince squinted at his future mate, "what are you getting at?" Raditz smirked and lifted Vegeta up a few inches. Using Vegeta's hips as a handle, Raditz started pumping inside him with bone breaking force.The smaller Saiyan cried out as Raditz thrusted his hips against his with abandon. "Tell me, what are ya feeling now, Vegeta?" The long haired warrior growled. Vegeta felt a spark go up his spine. "I- I am feeling- Your cock inside me." "Does it feel good?" Raditz gritted out. "It feels otherworldly." Vegeta moaned, "ohh, fuck… I think… I think my heat is starting. Keep going!" Raditz growled again as he sat up and shifted their positions to missionary style. Now Vegeta lay on his back and Raditz had more freedom of movement to pound into the Prince. - Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet inside an illuminated cave. Goku lay legs spread in their makeshift nest with Broly fucking him. "Vegeta's heat has started -moan- ya know what that means. Let's give him the best night ever!" Broly nodded before flaring a ki aura and started slamming hard into Goku.Goku screamed in joy and wrapped his legs around Broly's sturdy hips. - "OHH, FUU~CK!" Vegeta yelled as he felt the added pleasure through the bond. "Come on! Are you going to let your brother's mate fuck me better during our mating?!" Raditz grunted as he fucked Vegeta harder. He was not going to be outdone by Broly. Vegeta moaned as he held on to his lover. His back would be screaming tomorrow but it was worth it to see Raditz go all out.The bond sang with pleasure and his heart with love as he lay there, the moonlight burning in his veins as he was mated like a proper Saiyan. Finally, after so many years. "Tell me how much ya love my cock!" Raditz nearly shouted. Vegeta squeezed his eyes closed, "I love it! Fuck me more! Do not- STOP!" - "Ohh, fuck! Raditz is really goin' for it! C'mon, Broly! Fuck us like a REAL Saiyan!" Goku screamed at his mate. The wild Saiyan pulled out and turned Goku around, sheathing himself back in as soon as Goku lifted his tail out of the way. Goku gasped as Broly could now slide deeper. "YES! FUCK ME HARD!" - Vegeta's back arched, "OHH~GODS, KAKAROT, HE IS- AHHH!" Vegeta yelled mindlessly as he tried to describe what was happening. "Come on! Is that all?! Maybe I should just fly over to Broly? Huh?" Raditz snapped. A golden aura engulfed him as he flipped Vegeta over on his stomach, and pulled him back on his cock. He leaned down and snarled in Vegeta's ear, "yer mine! Ya've been wanting my dick for years! And this. Is. My. Breeder! Do ya understand?!" He punctuated every word with a deep thrust, and Vegeta was left helpless in the wake of it. The smaller Saiyan was too far gone to even answer. Instead he moaned loudly as Raditz continued fucking him, finally letting his dominant side come out with his Prince. - Goku was wailing on Broly's dick, "I'm -pant- close, it's so good, -moan- ya fuck me sooo good, -pant- do the -groan- thing, Broly!" Broly grunted to show he'd gotten the message, by the next backwards motion he pulled out entirely, and slid inside Goku's prepped anus instead. Both Saiyans at each end of the bond lost it. - Vegeta screamed louder than during any transformation, as he felt himself being double penetrated, stuffed in both holes and powerless against them. "Raditz! I'm close. Turn me around. The bite!" The larger warrior turned his lover around and wasted no time in entering him again. The onslaught continued and soon Vegeta and Raditz were on the edge. There was no turning back now. Raditz shouted as his cock started throbbing. He bared his fangs and bit Vegeta next to his shoulder. Vegeta in turn screamed and did the same to Raditz. His breeder started pulsing as climax hit him. It triggered a tail orgasm, as well as with his cock, but when Raditz pushed his ki inside Vegeta's, the Prince's mind went blank, it simply shut down under the assault of ki. A breeder, cock, ki, and a tail-gland orgasm, all wrapped up in one devastating package with a cherry on top. With a scream more primal that an Oozaru's, Vegeta's entire body came for the first time as a mated Saiyan. He slid into unconsciousness with a rare smile on his face. He was not alone though. About thirty minutes later, Goku woke up next to his mate after passing out too.Broly smiled at him, seeing that he was okay. "That was amazing, Broly. Like- I can't even describe it, it just… Ohh!" Goku broke off, "seems Vegeta and Radi are at it again." Goku looked enticingly up at his mate. "Guess yer gonna have t' keep up aaall night." Broly's eyes grew predatory, and he positioned himself between Goku's legs, "where do you want it this time?" He asked as he slid his cock across the breeder and asshole."I think breeder." Goku replied. "Ya did rinse off, right?"Broly nodded eagerly.Without more words, Broly sheathed himself in one smooth thrust, and Goku's gasp made the tiny animals light up again. All night indeed.
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Turles had watched the group all invested in the festivities that were to come. He had seen the Prince get ready for his mating with Raditz, had seen how nervous the larger Saiyan was. Quietly, he had watched all the preparations unfold. Nobody had paid him any mind, which was a bit frustrating.
In a matter of moments, Raditz would have a breeding mate. Not just ANY breeding mate, he would be mated to THE Prince.
Turles closed his eyes. He could feel the full moon just outside the cave. It called to him, but it would receive no response. Of all the punishment he had received, this one was the one that broke him. Having to stay cooped up, alone, while the others went outside to enjoy the moon. More specifically, Raditz with Vegeta enjoying the moon at its fullest, connecting and taking their relationship to the next level. Marking one another. While Turles was alone.
Loneliness always did him in. Not even Toma nor Bardock were inside the cave cavorting with one another. Everyone had left. The silence was so deafening, Turles could practically hear his own heartbeat.
Vegeta had undone the ki restraints and fixed Turles' hands to the wall behind him so the pirate could not escape. He also had taken away the cock ring and the breeder clamp, which had been a huge relief for Turles.
The sound of steps made him lift his head to see Cheelai walking towards him. The petite woman switched on the lights and Turles had to open and close his eyes to adjust to the brightness.
"Turles?" She asked when she stood above him. "I'm... I'M SORRY!" The green woman threw herself at the pirate and started crying.
Turles scoffed. "There's really nothing to be sorry for. I know I'm not." He put up a front.
The green alien sat back. "But- How can you be okay with what the others have done to you?!"
"I'm just glad they didn't cut my tail off." As if to give life to his words, his tail came up and petted Cheelai's head before returning to the floor.
Cheelai separated herself from Turles and wiped her tears. "I overheard- What Bardock said the other night. You need to apologize to the pack. That's what they're trying to do, right? Get you to feel sorry and apologize?"
Turles studied Cheelai's face and nodded.
"So why go through with all this bullshit?!"
Turles gave a wry chuckle. "You don't know me, Cheelai. This is nothing compared to what I've gone through, AND enjoyed." He hesitated before confessing. "I had a partner, not a mate, mind you, back on Vegetasei. He did things to me that would make others feel sick to their stomachs. And I would always go back for more."
Cheelai's eyes widened. "Why do you treat yourself like that?"
Turles shrugged, "I just get off from it. Some people are into pain."
"Surely you want to be treated right too?"
"Eh. Maybe sometimes." Turles grinned at the pink eyed alien.
"I can't stand to see you like this." Cheelai caressed Turles' face and was relieved when he didn't turn away from her. "Do you… Hate me? For telling?"
Turles sat up, wincing as he did so, and took a deep breath. "It was bound to happen one way or another. I was on my way to tell the pack about Frieza when Kakarot knocked me out. Just… A little word of advice?"
Cheelai nodded her head, still drying her wet cheeks.
"Don't get too attached to me. I'm not the kind of lover you want to keep. Trust me on this. I like to come and go as I please."
Cheelai lowered her eyes. "Well, I don't see you wanting to leave the pack any time soon. So as long as you're around…"
The dark skinned Saiyan chuckled, "fair enough."
The green woman smiled and ran her hand across the pirate's chest. Turles' intense stare made shivers run down her body. Would it be ok to…? Cheelai leaned in, her lips brushed his softly.
The dark skinned Saiyan chuckled and deepened the kiss. Soon the two were fully making out. The reprieve was nice, but Turles was still under punishment. The others would smell Cheelai on him if he let things get out of hand. Reluctantly, he separated from her.
"My punishment is not over yet, Cheelai. I can't let the others smell you on me."
Cheelai understood and leaned back. "Are you going to apologize when the others get back?"
Turles was about to tell her apologizing would mean they won. It would mean he had to put his pride to the side and admit defeat. But then he remembered Raditz and Vegeta would be mates by now and concluded he already lost either way.
"I'll think about it." He said.
"Please do. I don't think we can take it anymore. Hearing you screaming breaks our hearts."
Turles wanted to say that the screams and shouts were not from discomfort, but just nodded once instead. He didn't need to repeat himself.
Cheelai carefully walked away, ears open for approaching footsteps.
Well, Turles figured he'd better start preparing an apology. If only for the others' sake.
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Vegeta woke up slowly, something was not right, it was too chilly and the nest too hard.
Opening his eyes, he clenched them shut again against the harsh light. Why was he outside? What… The memories rushed back. He squinted over to Raditz's big form lying curled around him.
His mate.
After all these years, he could finally call him that.
Vegeta allowed himself a sappy smile, confident no one else was around to see it.
He started burrowing closer to his mate, when he felt his back protest. Goddess, it ached!
Raditz had tried to fuck him square through the planet it seemed. The sleeping on the ground part also hadn't helped.
Deciding to just lie there for a while, he reflected on how much had happened before it came to this. He knew he'd gained a lot from the events following losing Raditz; meeting Kakarot, freedom from Friezas' rule, meeting Bulma, having Trunks, going Super Saiyan and far beyond any strength level he'd ever dreamed of, fighting against gods, and having little Bulla as the best cherry on top. So one could not say those years separated had been wasted, or even horrible. But the parts without Raditz would not be missed.
Good gods… He was becoming sappy like his mate and mate-to-be.
Speaking of his mate-to-be… Vegeta reached out over the bond… Seemed Goku was still sleeping. Had he not been so tired and aching he'd have woken Goku up with some morning fun with Raditz.
As if he said that out loud, the larger warrior stirred in his sleep and tried opening his eyes. He gave up after a while and just settled for yawning and stretching.
Not more than ten seconds passed when Raditz bolted and sat up straight. He turned every which way until he spotted Vegeta lying next to him. Eyes going wide, Raditz touched the base of his neck and felt the holes where Vegeta had bit him.
"Oh, fuck." He let himself drop on the ground.
"Having second thoughts already?" Vegeta teased.
"What? No! I just- It felt like a dream. So surreal…"
"That is the moon for you, but do not worry, I felt the same." Vegeta smiled at him.
Raditz dragged his eyes over Vegeta's form. The Prince was sure he looked a mess, but Raditz had a different opinion it seemed. Having seen it many, many times, he recognized the look in his mate's eyes.
"No." He said in a flat tone.
Raditz sulked a bit, "but…"
Vegeta wasn't and had never been a morning person, even after getting fucked six ways 'til Sunday. "I am sore all over, and hungry. Get me some food and a Senzu and then we can fuck."
Raditz quickly collected their garments and reverently scooped up his mate. He got goosebumps just from thinking that.
His mate.
He quickly set off towards the cave, eager for some food himself and to take Vegeta up on his offer.
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Turles woke up from a light sleep as he heard stirring just on the other side of the domed house.
They're back.
He thought.
Sighing, the pirate prepared to give Vegeta a not-so-heartfelt apology. But after a few moments passed by, and Raditz and Vegeta made their way to the nest and started getting intimate, Turles saw their bite marks and reality hit him. Hard.
They seemed so happy together, laughing and kissing, and playing with their tails…
It was too much, and the last bit of the pirate’s pride finally cracked.
"Prince… Vegeta. I- I'm sorry." He barely said above a whisper.
Vegeta thought he heard something and paused Raditz in their activity. "Did you say something, pirate?" He asked in a harsh tone.
"I said- I said I'm sorry."
Vegeta shared a look with Raditz and both Saiyans got up from the nest. The royal approached the renegade in a commandeering manner.
"You are forgiven." Vegeta released Turles from the ki rings and the pirate slumped over.
"W-what? Just- Just like that?" Turles looked very confused.
Vegeta looked to the side. "TCH! It is that idiot Kakarot, he has turned me into a godsdamn softy! Still, the fact is, there are too few of us left to really annihilate each other more than needed. Goddess knows I had to do a lot of shitty things under Frieza's rule.
"Also, Kakarot trusted the pack enough to come to us with this. I shall not destroy that trust. Just do not expect Bardock or Toma to forgive you any time soon. You may have been naive and under Frieza's command but it will be difficult for them to come to terms with that. Give them time. As of now, you are welcome into the pack."
Vegeta turned away from Turles, having said his piece.
Raditz immediately got off the bed and kneeled next to the dark skinned Saiyan. He grabbed his face and placed a small kiss on his lips. "Hey, what I said about you not being a worthy mate, ya know it was just to get ya to break, right? I didn't mean it."
Turles scoffed in good humor, "I know." He nodded towards the Prince. "Speaking of mates, congratulations on yours."
Raditz smiled a bittersweet smile, knowing Turles wanted to be his mate too. "Thank you, and welcome to the pack."
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The moon was most celebrated on Vegetasei. There were a few festivities Saiyans observed, honoring their satellite. The moon was, after all, the key to their greatest power. That was, without counting the Super Saiyan transformation.
Yugoja, the night of the full moon, was honored by Saiyans throughout the planet by transforming into their Oozaru form and connecting with their loved ones. Of course, only Saiyans who could control themselves in this state were allowed to gaze at the full moon until they achieved the transformation. Less experienced Saiyans would leave the festivities alone to practice remaining conscious while transformed, and once they could control it, they were welcome to celebrate with the others.
It was only after the invention of the fake moon that actually training to learn to control the Oozaru state became available, and more Saiyans could enjoy the real moon when it came.
With that said, the majority of the Saiyan population still hadn't known how to control it.
It was mostly the professional warriors who needed to use it on a regular basis. And one night of fun every hundred Earth years simply didn't seem to be worth the fuss of heading to another planet with a moon to train under the guidance of an experienced Saiyan, typically several times.
Bardock was one of the Saiyans who could create a fake moon so the younger ones could practice, and he would often help them train on a desolate planet that could be ruined by their Oozaru outburst.
Among those who trained under Bardock were his own team. Toteppo, Seripa, Panbukin, Gine, and eventually Toma, could never really remember what happened during their transformation after they returned to their base form, but they were able to show better self restraint while in Oozaru form after training rigorously under Bardock.
That did, however, mean he usually got stuck filling out a good chunk of their reports, being the only one who could remember, creating an endless source of amusement for the rest of his team.
Apparently, just writing: 'Arrived at planet (Name-date), killed everyone. Headed home (date)' wasn't enough. Go figure.
But now was not the time to be focused on such thoughts. Not when Toma was doing such wicked things with his tongue…
"Aaaah~" Bardock moaned as Toma licked a path from his breeder to the tip of his cock.
"Are you worked up enough? It's been three cycles since we last were intimate, and you're dripping from down here." Toma touched the slick sliding out of Bardock's mating entrance.
"Sh-shut up, Toma." Bardock frowned and turned away from his mate's penetrating gaze.
"I think it's time. I've waited long enough." Toma huffed. Not having sex on a daily basis had made him be a bit on edge. Not to mention the whole ordeal with Turles.
"Alright, ya go first." Bardock sat up and watched as his mate closed his eyes and sighed. Next time he opened them, they were staring directly at the full moon.
As Toma's heart started beating faster, and hair started growing on his smooth body, Bardock leaned in and whispered seductively, "I've thought about it, and I want to have another cub with ya."
Toma's eyebrows shot into his forehead and with a mighty roar he transformed into Oozaru.
Bardock stood up and his tail swished at the sight of his powerful mate. He whistled to catch Toma's attention, and the Oozaru bent down to ground level to look better at his tiny mate. Placing his hand on Toma's nose, Bardock rubbed circles on it while his tail wagged some more, releasing hormones into the air.
Toma started purring, a deep rumbling sound coming from his chest that surrounded the whole area.
Bardock started purring too as Toma opened his mouth and licked the other Saiyan, leaving a trail of saliva on his smaller form.
"Eeewww." Bardock chuckled. With a quick ki-flare he was dry again. Thank the gods he wasn't wearing any clothes.
Neither he nor Toma had bothered tonight, with the transformations and sex to come.
After seeing Vegeta and Raditz off, they had quickly discarded their clothing and took off in the opposite direction until they had found a nice open area with no signs of life. Not that it would matter in their Oozaru form.
Toma tilted his head, in a way that said 'aren't you going to transform?' Bardock smiled and turned to look at the moon.
He rarely got to see his mate like this, and had wanted to savor it a bit, but yes, it was time.
Bardock let out a growl as his body changed shape and size, he grew until he matched Toma's general size and turned to look at his mate. Both Oozarus met and began scenting each other by rubbing their heads everywhere they could get. Their huge tails that could destroy buildings danced with each other. Soon Bardock was getting into position by presenting himself to Toma and Toma gladly accepted the offer.
With a roar Toma mounted his mate, eager to breed despite the lack of a heat, and Bardock roared alongside him. Days without sex and the Oozaru form intensifying everything made for a potent mix.
-
Morning came and Bardock woke up first. His whole body was sore and his head felt fuzzy. He turned to look at Toma' base form, who was lying on his side, back towards Bardock, and sleeping soundly.
"Wake up, sleepy head~" Bardock climbed over his mate and settled on top of him.
Toma stirred and slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the day. "Mmm, hey." He said in a raspy tone. "Did we do it?"
"Ya felt incredible inside me." Bardock grinned.
"Wow. I don't remember a thing."
"Do ya remember what I told ya before ya transformed?"
Toma frowned and stared at the distance. He tried recalling their last conversation before he looked at the moon. "You said for me to go first?"
"Mmmm, try again."
Toma dug the heel of his hands in his eyes and fought the amnesia from the transformation. By the gods, he could not remember.
The scarred Saiyan goaded, "pity. Now ya'll never know."
"Aw, 'Dock. Come on, tell me." Toma whined.
"I'll think about it." Bardock teased as he stood up, ready to head back to the cave and get a nice tongue bath. He might even need to use the shower in the capsule house.
Transformation was a rush but it did leave one sore from expanding the body mass so much, and while a tongue bath could do an okay job with the cleaning, it was no match for warm water's soothing effect on sore muscles.
He tilted his tail in a 'come hither' motion and Toma got up, also ready to head towards their makeshift home.
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They arrived at the cave and the first thing they saw was Raditz hugging Turles.
"The Hell is going on here? He apologized already?" Bardock growled.
"It may seem that seeing Raditz with a bite mark finally made him crack." Vegeta smirked as he crossed his arms, making Raditz briefly glance back at him with a look that said 'I love you, but you can be the bitchiest bitch that ever bitched.'
Raditz helped Turles up and the pirate stood there unsteady, with his tail swishing thoughtfully behind him.
"I- I apologize… For any wrong I've done to you. But like Kakarot said, I didn't know Frieza's intentions." Turles looked down, obviously ashamed of himself. "I think we all underestimated just how cruel Frieza could be."
Everyone thought about their lost cub and circle members, comrades, their planet, and entire race.
The grief hung heavy in the air and they all reflected on how naive they'd all been to think that their race was somehow different in Frieza's eyes. The lizard had only shown contempt towards them, after all, right from the very moment King Cold had handed the reins over to his son, he'd made it clear how he felt about them.
In the back of their heads, all of them tried not to think about how many times they'd done this to other civilizations.
Bardock closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, a frown marred his handsome features. "And ya kept doing it because otherwise he woulda killed ya."
Turles gave him a stiff nod. "I can understand why you'd think it was a personal attack on you, not hiding your cub's power level, given our history, but it wasn't, I swear on my tail."
Toma walked towards the pirate, and Turles visibly flinched. The tanned Saiyan looked at the darker one with a stern expression. "It'll take us time to forgive you, maybe we might never forgive you for the crimes you've committed against us, but everyone deserves a second chance. Do NOT screw up this time." Toma raised his hand and jabbed a finger on Turles' chest. With that being said, Toma asked Raditz for his hairband and left the cave.
Bardock raised his eyebrows. He had never seen Toma point at anyone before. Pointing was considered highly offensive among Saiyans. Toma must've been really mad at Turles.
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On his way outside, Toma spotted Goku and Broly flying towards him, the larger Saiyan carrying the smaller one on his back.
Toma snorted, well knowing why Kakarot couldn't fly on his own. He'd seen other Saiyans doing the 'post-moon-fly-of-shame' once before. Broly landed near the cave entrance, both looking slightly worse for wear, Goku especially.
Looking at his cub and his mate, Toma just said, "the Senzus are in the top drawer." Broly nodded and headed inside towards the storage area.
One Senzu later, Goku was able to walk again, and he headed towards the back area to check on Turles.
To his surprise he found Turles free of the restraints and Bardock, Vegeta and Raditz there, the confusion clear enough for Vegeta to state, "he apologized, and is part of the pack now."
Goku's face lit up and he gave a relieved smile, "really? That's great!"
Vegeta just nodded and headed towards the kitchen area, Raditz followed, feeling famished after last night.
Goku congratulated Turles before heading over to tell Broly, and then telling Cheelai and Lemo that they could come out of the house now.
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After a hearty breakfast, Turles ate more ravenously than usual, Vegeta stood up, "I have another announcement. My Earth mate has offered to throw a party in celebration of mine and Raditz's mating, and hers. And we all know how she gets when she has an idea." Small chuckles were heard.
"And so, we all shall shortly be traveling to Earth to continue the celebration. Get some rest and then pack some basic necessities, we leave at sunset."
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Sunset came soon enough and the Saiyans and the two non-Saiyans had their bags of personal belongings packed and ready. They had mostly packed bare necessities, but Vegeta snuck in the rest of the gods' blood without the others noticing.
"Ya excited?" Goku asked Broly. He'd only been to Earth once, excluding the time they fought, so this would be interesting and perhaps a bit daunting for the wild Saiyan.
Broly nodded but his tail betrayed his nerves.
Goku noticed, "hey, easy. I'll be there for ya, and if anything goes south, I'll I.T. us away."
Broly sighed and nodded at his mate, trusting Goku to know what to do if he lost control for some reason or another.
Goku vowed to keep an extra sharp eye on Broly's ki, he wanted this trip to be a good first impression of Earth, both for Broly's sake but also Vegeta and Raditz's, this being their celebration after all. He just hoped Bulma had kept the guest list small. The new planet would be overwhelming enough, no need to add a bunch of new people on top of that.
When the time came to leave, Vegeta made a fairly large ball of ki to use as a beacon to teleport back to Vampa. He left it in the middle of the cave and joined the group that was standing just outside.
"Are we all ready t' go?" Goku asked cheerfully.
"I'm ready." Turles placed his hand on Goku's back, as did Cheelai, and Lemo. Broly intertwined his fingers with Goku's and gave him a trepid smile.
Bardock, Toma, and Raditz placed their hands on Vegeta.
"On your mark, Kakarot." The Prince called.
Goku nodded and counted down. "Three, two, one!"
In a flash, they were all gone.
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The pack arrived at the Outlook. Piccolo cursed every single one of them for startling him, while Dende and Mr. Popo tried to hide their amusement.
"Mr. Popo, Dende, Piccolo, I'd like for ya t' meet my mate, my family, and my friends." Goku said as he pointed at the others.
Polite gestures were exchanged between them. Bardock took Goku to the side and chastised him for 'pointing' at them. And soon the group was flying towards Capsule Corp.. Goku insisted they take the scenic route instead of I.T.'ing to Bulma directly.
The newcomers were astonished with the planet's beauty and life. Cheelai once again could appreciate the beauty of this planet and couldn't contain herself from asking a certain question that had been bugging her for a while.
"Remind me, why are we living in a forsaken cave in the middle of an almost barren planet, when we could be living it up here?!" Cheelai shouted to the others as the wind dampened her voice. She had hitched a ride on Broly's back while Goku carried Lemo.
"We need t' wait for Broly t' be able t' control himself when he transforms!" Goku called back. "And that'll be sooner than ya know it!" He beamed at his mate and Broly gave him a small smile.
"We can always just come here and leave you Saiyans on Vampa!" Lemo teased.
Vegeta snorted. He did have a point.
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They arrived at Bulma's place and touched down at her front door. Lemo and Cheelai were placed down as Goku went to ring the doorbell.
The pitter-patter of small feet running towards the door caught all the Saiyans' attention. When the door opened, out appeared the faces of two young cubs.
"My word. He looks just like Kakarot!" Toma gasped as he recognized one of the kids' scent.
"DADDY!" Goten leapt from the floor and into Goku's arms.
The Earth raised Saiyan laughed and hugged his youngest cub tightly.
"Hey, dad!" Trunks greeted his father in a much more formal manner.
"Cub." Vegeta smirked at his first born.
"Kakarot, may I?" Bardock touched Goku's shoulder and Goku turned around to see the older Saiyan had glossy eyes.
"Oh, sure! Goten? This is yer granddaddy. And this is yer grandpapa." He let Bardock hold Goten.
"I have two more grandparents?" Goten's eyes shone with barely contained happiness.
"That's right, kiddo!" Bardock said as he snuggled the cub. "Ya can call me 'Dock, and this here is my life partner, Toma."
Goten practically squealed and hugged Bardock's neck, accepting the older Saiyan's affection. Bardock laughed and a tear escaped his eyes as he closed them. Toma also had unshed tears he was trying to hold back, and barely succeeding.
Bardock put Goten down after a while and Goten beamed at his grandparents.
"Son," Goku started, "I would also like ya t' meet my life partner, Broly."
"Ohhh! You mean like another mommy?" Goten tilted his head in confusion as Goku pulled Broly forward.
"Eheheh, not really. More like another papa. This is Broly. Broly, meet my youngest cub, Goten."
Goten gasped at the sheer size of the taller Saiyan. "Jeepers, mister, you're big! Can I call you 'papa'?"
Broly crouched down and stared at Goten, words failing him. He looked at Goku and could see a look of pure adoration on Goku's face. He turned to Goten, "you can call me that if you like." He patted Goten's head, never having seen another so small. This kid's scent reminded him strongly of Kakarot's.
Goten closed his eyes and smiled before hugging Broly around the neck. Broly gasped and didn't know what to do. He saw Goku making a hugging gesture and Broly returned the hug. A few seconds later he was laughing and picking Goten up. "Does this mean he's my cub too?" Broly asked his mate.
"Of course he is!" Goku smiled.
"Dad?" Another voice came from the door as a young adult poked his head out.
"Gohan!" Goku met his oldest son and hugged him.
"Hey! Haven't seen you in a while but that's hardly a surprise," Gohan said good-naturedly.
The two separated and Gohan adjusted his glasses as he took the others in. His eyes, however, stopped on Raditz.
Gohan snarled, "what's
he
doing here?!"
"Good to see ya too, brat." Raditz crossed his arms, and cocked his eyebrow.
"Oh, boy. Gohan, a lot has happened since-"
"Raditz is one of the good guys now, brat. You shall do well in accepting your family." Vegeta interrupted.
Gohan's frown deepened and he turned to his father. "Is that true?"
"Ugh, yeah. And these are yer grandparents!" Goku tried to steer the conversation away from becoming sour. "Toma and Bardock, meet Gohan, my oldest son. Gohan, these are my parents."
Gohan, frown still apparent, stared at the two male looking Saiyans and slowly connected the dots. "You- You mean- They're gay?!"
Goku gasped. After all this time living with the Saiyans, he had totally forgotten about Earth and the culture he and his family had grown under. All of the culture change came crashing down and Goku physically felt as if a hundred tons of bricks had been poured on top of him.
Vegeta's tail fluffed up to twice its size. "Brat, I shall warn you not to use your ridiculous human labels on us Saiyans." He growled warningly.
"No, I didn't mean like it was something bad, more, how did you have my dad? Or
him
." Gohan gestured towards Raditz.
Goku sighed, "ho boy, son we need t' have a talk about Saiyan biology, but not right now. In the meantime, meet your step… Father, for a lack of a better word."
"You remarried?" Gohan asked, surprised.
"Well, Saiyan-married ya could say." Goku scratched the back of his head.
"Daddy?" Goten pulled on Goku's pants. "What does 'gay' mean?"
"...Ask Bulma." Goku was not ready for Chichi to come up and ask why Goten was asking her about THAT.
"Ok," Goten replied. He then looked up at Broly again. "Can I sit on your shoulder? Pleeeease?"
Broly carefully reached down and grabbed Goten like he was made of china, and deposited him on his shoulder, and rose up again. "Whoa! He's even bigger than you, dad!"
Goku laughed, "ya have no idea, kiddo."
"H-hi! I'm Cheelai, this is Lemo, and this is Turles." Cheelai covered Goku's slight.
It'd been ages since she'd last been around any children, not a lot of them in the Frieza force, thank the gods, so she was a bit out of practice.
Gohan politely bowed and introduced himself, knowing fully well that his mother would manifest and scold him if he was anything but polite. He was too focused on Raditz being there to even give Turles a second glance, despite having bumped heads all those years ago.
Meanwhile, Goku looked at Broly, "ya ok?"
Broly was petrified of hurting Goten by accident but he was still in control, so he just nodded.
"I suggest we go inside now." Vegeta made his way inside, with Trunks hot on his heels, passing by Gohan and harrumphing.
Everyone followed suit, Broly having to almost squat to make it through the door with Goten on his shoulder.
New smells hit the Saiyans as they entered the big house. While walking through the corridor, Bardock slid up to Goku, "I gotta say, cub, ya made a very fine brat." Here he looked back at Gohan closing the door behind them and following them at a distance.
"Now, baba, remember, humans dun do that with blood relations, and he's half human and raised here. Dun freak him out."
"When are ya gonna stop calling me that? Yer way too old to be using that term." Bardock sidestepped the conversation.
"Well , I just… Never got the chance as a cub, so… Do ya mind it?"
The scarred Saiyan huffed. "I'll allow it, but don't make a habit of calling me that all the time. It makes me think yer in trouble." Bardock patted Goku's back a bit too strongly, making his cub almost fall flat on his face.
Goku recovered and smiled, and slung his arm around his center, "ya old softie."
Bardock gave a 'TCH', but didn't actually deny it.
After leaving their bags in a big closet, they all reached the main living room where several people were gathered. Goku recognized some of them as his friends and fighting comrades.
"Tien! Yamcha! How are ya guys?" He stepped ahead of the group and met his friends.
"Hey, Goku! Vegeta." Yamcha greeted.
"Goku, Vegeta." Tien said stiffly. After all these years, there was still animosity between the Prince and the half human. Their relationship was, thankfully, mostly restricted to them tossing verbal roasts at each other nowadays.
And both were fine with that. They loved to hate each other.
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Goku finished greeting and introducing his old friends; Oolong, Turtle, and Master Roshi were also there.All of them gaped while looking between Goku and Bardock. It didn't help when Turles slid over just to mess with them.Master Roshi even asked Turtle if he'd only had three beers so far, just to be sure.Toma, meanwhile, was taking the chance to connect a bit more with Goten and Trunks, having missed being around Saiyan cubs for so long.He was astounded when both of them replied 'yes' to being asked about having reached Super Saiyan. His ego was a bit bruised when Trunks pretentiously added, 'what, like it's hard?' to the inquiry. "Hey, guys? Where's Krillin?" Goku asked. He could smell that the small monk had been inside but couldn't see him anywhere. "He should be outside with Eighteen and Maron. Maron wanted to run in the garden." Roshi replied. "Well, I'd better say hi t' him. It's been a while. So much has happened." Goku chortled and left the group to find his best friend. As he made his way closer to the outside, a few smells stood out among all the other scents of the people there. There was Beerus and Whis' scent. Another belonged to Bulma, obviously, and Videl was also here. Others were Eighteen, Maron and Bulla, aside from Krillin's own scent. A particular smell wafted inside his nostrils. A flowery scent from a perfume that belonged to- Awwww, HELL noooooo. Using high speed, he rushed inside and found Vegeta. "Vegeta, we may have a problem." Vegeta just looked at him. "Kakarot, the buffet will be here, do not worry." "No, no, no. Not that, Chichi's here!" Vegeta swore in Saiya-go, plus the good ol' Earthian, "FUCK!!!" He then located Bulma's ki among all the other energy signals and headed towards it, determined to get an explanation for the harpy's presence. Raditz looked at his brother's despairing form. "Okay, what did I miss?" He asked. "Well, it seems my former Earth mate is here, and she was never… Very approving of Saiyans and Saiyan culture as a whole. She thinks fighting is a waste of time and that children should all study to become successful instead of fighting." "...Why the fuck did she mate with ya then?!" Raditz looked very confused. "Well, we didn't know I was a Saiyan when we got married, and I guess she thought I'd conform to human standards." "Surely, she must've known ya were a fighter, all Saiyans fight in some amount or another." "Yes, we even decided t' get married at a fighting tournament where we fought each other. She was a fighter too, but after we got married, she just suddenly started t’ hate it and look down on it. Always goin’ on about how important education was." Raditz was trying very hard not to call his brother's ex-mate some unflattering names. Turles all of a sudden came in between them, "so what's happening here?" "Behave, Turles." Vegeta huffed as he seemingly magically appeared. Turles raised his hands in a defensive way, "I haven't done anything." "Yet. I know you itch to cause more drama than there already is." Vegeta frowned at the pirate."ANYWAY," Vegeta turned towards Goku, "apparently the reason for the harpy being here at MY mating ceremony, is because she caught wind of it, and insisted on being there to 'lessen the Saiyan influence on the kids.' Goku winced, he could only imagine if Bardock and Chichi bumped into one another, or even worse, if she started going off on Broly. Goku grabbed Vegeta's arm, "I'm so sorry about Chichi, but we need t' keep her away from Broly!" Vegeta paled, no doubt imagining the explosion it could lead to. "If she finds out I'm with Broly, all Hell will break loose." "Yes." Vegeta agreed. He turned to see Broly mesmerized with the cubs, while Toma made some silly faces to make them laugh. Vegeta headed towards Bardock who stood nearby looking fondly at Toma. He briefly explained the situation, and how Chichi looked.Bardock nodded before he slid over and pulled Toma away to brief him. Broly kept playing 'climbing wall' for the cubs who delighted in his tall stature, hanging off him like baby monkeys. Vegeta returned to Goku. "Alright, the pack is updated, and if push comes to shove, one of us grabs the harpy and the other Broly and I.T. away." Goku nodded, glad to at least have a plan in place. "Ok, Imma go meet her outside, hopefully, if she yells enough at me, she'll be calmer if she hears about Broly." About to head outside, he was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hey, Goku!" "Krillin!" Goku grabbed the monk's hand and hugged him. "How are ya?" "Oh, you know. Family man, police officer. I absolutely love my life." "Hahahaha! I bet!" Goku said with joy. "What about you? Hey, Vegeta!" Krillin took the other Saiyans in and visibly tensed when he saw Raditz, and then let out a gasp when he saw Turles. "Wha?" Goku followed his friend's gaze, "oh! Long story short, they're part of the pack now." "P-pack?" Krillin stuttered. "Uh, yeah. Turns out Saiyans live in packs." Goku scratched the back of his head. He was not looking forward to explaining more about Saiyans to everyone individually. That would just be exhausting. "So, the way things turned out, Raditz and Turles are the good guys now." Goku looked pleadingly to his friend. Krillin studied Goku's face and relaxed his stance. He cleared his throat, "well, as long as there's no funny business, and they BEHAVE, unlike last time they were here…" Turles scoffed, "I don't have any Seed of Might to plant on this planet," he shrugged, "so besides stirring up the shit, I won't do you any harm." "Stirring- TURLES!" Vegeta roared at the Saiyan. "Take a joke, Prince!" Turles lifted his hands. "And what about you, mister?" Krillin rubbed the cheek where Raditz had swatted him with his tail. "Any friend of Vegeta's is a friend of mine." Here, Raditz leaned down all the way until his face was level with Krillin's. "Are ya his friend?" "Certainly not." Vegeta scoffed. "I only tolerate these fools for Kakarot's sake." Goku just rolled his eyes, "yes, yes, Prince Tsundere." Goku had laughed himself silly when Bulma had explained that term after he'd seen the name she'd given Vegeta in her contacts list. "Again with that word! What does it mean?!" Vegeta shoved his fist in Goku's chest. Goku bit his lip, not about to cause Mount Vegeta to erupt. "Ask Bulma." He snorted. "I tried but she just laughed and told me to go 'gaggle it' or something." Krillin, trying very hard to keep a straight face, asked, "do you mean 'google'?" "Gaggle, google, whatever!" Vegeta couldn't help but blush, embarrassed at not knowing all these Earthian terms. "Anyways, I was on my way to see Chichi," Goku explained to Krillin. "Oh, boy. That's gonna be a tough one, buddy." Krillin gave Goku a friendly pat on his arm. Goku nodded solemnly. And with the air of a man on death row, he headed outside. Krillin added, "alas, I knew him well." Raditz looked a bit nervous, "is she that strong? I thought she was just a human? No offence." He aimed the last part at Krillin. Vegeta shook his head. "No, she's stronger than an average human, but still no match for Kakarot, and that is her strength." "Huh?" Raditz was confused. "Because she has no strength, Goku's gonna be very hesitant to defend himself, because no matter how you slice it, if he shows anger towards her, he'll look like a bully." Krillin explained. "If she'd been strong enough they could've fought over it, but since that's not the case he usually has to give in to not come across as too dominating." Raditz snorted, "Kakarot? Dominating? HA! He's a total sub. And he loves it." Krillin looked a bit unsure how to take that. Vegeta elbowed his mate in the ribs as reminder of how human culture felt about blood relations. Krillin decided to ignore what Raditz said and carried on, "laugh if you will, but it's a matter of image. If he seemingly forces her, she'll look like the victim, even if he's right in what he says or completely justified to disagree with her." "You humans are so strange." Raditz scratched the back of his head. Vegeta nodded, "that is what happens when you have split gender races." Krillin looked at Vegeta with a puzzled face but decided to leave that question for another time. "Well, I better go see how Goku is doing." The small monk made his way outside. Raditz turned to Vegeta, "shouldn't we go too?" His big brother instinct having kicked in full force. Vegeta shot that notion down fast, "considering that you kidnapped her oldest cub, I do not think your presence would be helping him." "Oh, right." Raditz shuffled his feet. Turles chuckled, "well, I don't know about you two, but I do NOT want to miss this." He sauntered towards the exit, swishing his hips and tail from side to side, catching a few party-goers' attention. His tight attire didn't leave much to the imagination either. Vegeta shook his head. "So what's the verdict?" Bardock asked as he joined the Prince and Raditz. "Kakarot went to confront his ex-mate." Vegeta shrugged. "I honestly do not want to be a part of that mess." "Ooo~ As his carrier, I need to be present in any confrontation…" Bardock rubbed his hands and left towards the garden. "Tch! You just want to watch!" Vegeta scoffed. Clearly, Turles' need for drama had come from Bardock's DNA somehow. "Hey, 'Dock! Wait!" Raditz, not wanting to miss out on an opportunity to stand up for his younger brother, left after his carrier. "Raditz! I just said- Oh, never mind!" Vegeta picked his battles and this was clearly a lost cause. - Goku made his way through the attendees with one goal in mind; getting this over with before Vegeta and Raditz's special day and Broly's newfound confidence in himself got ruined. He spotted the black haired woman sitting at a table, avidly conversing with a distressed looking Videl, holding a baby Pan. "Look, I know you both still like fighting for some reason, but it's not proper for Pan to learn it, you should think about the example you're setting." Goku heard Chichi rebuking his daughter-in-law. The young Saiyan sighed. Here goes nothin'. Before he could say anything, Videl spotted him, eyes going wide in relief, "Goku! Glad you could join us." Chichi whirled around and spotted her ex-husband. "So, you finally decided to grace us with your presence." Goku inhaled, "well Chichi, unlike you, I was invited." Videl bit her lip fighting a smile, determined not to drag Chichi's attention back on her and her abilities, or supposed lack thereof, as a mother. Chichi almost fumed. She stood up from her chair, going up to her full height, which didn't do much next to Goku, and placed her hands on her hips, a very 'Chichi' move for when shit hit the fan. "And unlike you, somebody has to keep an eye for any bad influence on our children! Or have you forgotten you even have them?" Goku's eyes narrowed, "I've never forgotten! I trained 'til my bones ached so they would be safe and free, not that ya ever cared about that. Ya'd have seen us all blown up as long as they came home with 'A' pluses. But that's not why I'm here." "Oh? And what are you here for then, mister?" "I'm here to tell ya that just because ya forced yer way into Vegeta's weddin' party dun mean that ya causin' a scene will be accepted. I'll I.T. ya out myself if it comes t' that." "Wedding!" Chichi scoffed, "it's a travesty, is what it is!" "Yes, Chichi weddin'. This is somethin' Vegeta has waited for since before we knew him, and I ain't gonna let ya ruin it. Neither will Bulma for that matter. And HE didn't drag his partner up the aisle. So show some respect for their union." Goku finished. Chichi scoffed, "respect?! You think what Bulma and Vegeta are doing is respectful to the tradition of marriage? Marriage is between TWO people." "Well Saiyan marriage is not, and just because ya have an idea about what marriage is, dun mean everyone has the same idea." "If they are on this planet then they better respect OUR traditions." Chichi countered. "No, Chichi, I'm not surprised about yer inability t' respect anythin' ya dun understand, but we're not human, simple as that." "Inability? It's wrong, simple as that!" Chichi started. "Yes, inability, I should know, because that's our whole marriage in a nutshell." Goku tried to rein in his temper. "If you'd just been more normal-" Goku interrupted her, nearing the end of his rope. "No! I couldna been normal, Chichi. Because when ya say normal, ya actually mean 'human' but let me ask ya this, Chichi, why couldn't ya just have been more 'Saiyan'?" Chichi gaped, "because, because I'm not-" "Saiyan? No, yer not, and I'm not human, and neither are our cubs one hundred percent. If ya hate me and my blood, ya hate fifty percent of them. But unlike you, I tried t' give them the choice t' figure out where they'd land on the line between our races." Before Chichi could say anything Goku turned to Videl. "Anyway, it was nice seeing ya, Videl. Pan has gotten bigger, hasn't she?" Goku walked over to his daughter in law and kissed Pan's forehead, "a heads up, one of the Saiyans loves cubs, he'll be all over Pan when he sees her. He is her great grandfather after all." Videl smiled, "she has, hasn't she? And thanks for the heads up. Good to see you again, Goku." She kissed his cheek and Goku patted Pan's small head. As Goku turned around he saw that his discussion with Chichi had gathered quite a crowd.
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"Sorry ya guys had t' see that." Goku scratched the back of his head, "please enjoy yourselves at the party and have fun." The Saiyan made himself scarce, embarrassed about having all his friends and strangers witness his tussle with his ex wife. Maybe it was time to say hello to the others. Beerus and Whis must be here somewhere… "Hey, Kakarot!" Turles called after Goku's retreating form. He caught up and threw an arm around his lookalike. "That was hot, seeing you be so assertive~ Also, that's some feisty ex-mate you got there, shame she hates our race. I would love to break her in, if you know what I mean." Goku gave Turles a deadpan look, "she'd be breaking YOU in, but I think ya'd like that." Turles guffawed. "Win-win!" "What are ya talking about, Turles? Ya haven't been here for a degree and yer already checking up on Kakarot's ex-mate?" Raditz caught up with the two as he shook his head. Bardock also joined the small group. "Honestly, it might work. She'd be scary with a whip." Goku commented. "Of course, she'd also expect ya t' get a steady job, five days outta seven, doin' the same thing over and over, sex maybe every other Saturday, and of course, dress presentable and-" "Ok, ok, stop! No way in Hell." Turles said, shuddering all over by the thought alone. "Not t' mention she ain't got a dick." Goku added. The group stopped in shock, "WHAT?" "Yup. Females of this race dun have dicks, just breeders, while the males only have a dick and no breeders instead." Trying to wrap their heads around humans being another one of the sexually limited species, none of the other Saiyans spoke for a good while. Goku hadn't really ever talked about humans and their biology in depth with them. Neither had Vegeta. "Where are ya heading to, brat?" The Commander asked. "I'm on my way t' see Whis and Beerus." Goku commented offhandedly. "Wait, someone named their kid Beerus?" Raditz wanted to know. "Whaddaya mean?" Goku asked confused. "He's the legendary destroyer god in Saiyan lore, but no one would name their kid after him. Does it refer to something else among humans?" Bardock asked. "Umm, no. I meant THE Beerus, there's only one. He showed up wantin' t' fight a Super Saiyan god a while ago. He'd slept for almost forty years before that. I had t' go into Super Saiyan God form just t' have a chance." Goku scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Since then he's been stayin' here. Whis, his angel, really likes the food here, Beerus too." He looked at the gaping faces of the other warriors. Turles stopped in his tracks, "You mean-" Raditz continued, "we're meeting-" "THE DESTROYER GOD?!" They all shouted. "If ya want to." Goku said, oblivious to why it was such a big deal. "Word of advice, he has a bit of a temper, has blown up planets for minor things, so please dun agitate him." "NO, NO, HANG ON! Ya know a God?!" Bardock nearly screamed. "Yes, I mean, I also know the East, West, South, and North Kais, the Supreme Kai, the Grand Kai, not to mention Beerus' siblings and their angels..." Goku trailed off as they just stared at him, all of them having been dead, and as such, knew of the Kais. "And then Vegeta and I trained with Whis and-" "Stop, stop, please, I can't take this!" Bardock interrupted. "I'm too old for this shit!" Raditz couldn't help himself, "thought ya were in yer prime, 'Dock." "SHUT THE FUCK UP, cub. I can still put ya over my knee. I'll meet him, and then get roaring drunk somehow!" Bardock said out loud. Goku laughed nervously, already picturing images of drunken Saiyans among the group of poor unsuspecting humans. He just hoped they wouldn't say anything about their 'more private' activities. They reached the two celestial creatures and Goku greeted them, "hey Whis, hi Beerus. Good t' see ya two made it." "Oh, we wouldn't miss it for the world! I heard Bulma went all out to make this one spectacular party." Whis said joyfully. Beerus, who was eating pudding in large amounts in his lounge chair, barely lifted his head to acknowledge Goku.Three Saiyans stood stiff as ice at the informal way Goku saluted the god and angel. "Don't mind him, he's just a bit sleepy and cranky," Whis said to Goku, noticing him looking at Beerus. "Ahh, I see." Goku said understanding. "Uh, I'd like ya t' meet part of my circle, and… Turles, a pack member." "Charmed." Whis said to the group. The Saiyans all bowed in respect, not daring to say anything. "I think they're a bit spooked of Beerus, dun take it the wrong way." Goku chuckled. "Oh, not at all. Meeting a destroyer god can be quite daunting. Happens often whenever we go somewhere, so we're used to it. It's been so interesting being here on Earth for the same reason." Whis replied. "Anyway, we should get back t' Vegeta and the party. Have fun you two!" Goku smiled and headed back to the main party. "You too~" Whis called. The Saiyans followed, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "Goku." Beerus' voice came suddenly. Everyone except Goku and Whis froze on the spot. "Yes?" Goku turned around. "The Saiyan from before, Broly, can he fight now?" The air was thick with tension but Goku managed to answer, "no, he still has control problems. But he's gettin' better!" The Earth Saiyan ALMOST mentioned that Broly could now fuck him in Super Saiyan form without losing control of his mind and remembering what had happened during his transformation, but stopped himself just in time. "I see." Was all Beerus said before going back to devouring the puddings. The pack left and everyone but Goku nearly collapsed when out of sight from the two celestials. "There you all are!" Toma neared the group along with Broly and Gohan. The cubs had apparently gotten tired of playing with them and had headed off to cause mischief somewhere else.Toma looked at the scared shitlless looking group, minus Goku. "What happened to you guys?" "W-we…" Raditz couldn't even talk. Bardock took a deep breath and said, "we just met Beerus, the destroyer god. Along with his angel, Whis." Silence followed that confession. Toma's brain finally registered what had been said. "Wh- WHAT?! HOW?! WHAT??!!" "Oohh, yeah, they're stayin' here on Earth for the time bein'." Goku dropped casually as you please. Toma turned white as a sheet, and his tail doubled in size. "You actually met him?!" Gohan chuckled, "I guess you guys run with a different crowd?" "Ya could say that." Raditz croaked out. Goddess, Raditz had thought breaching Broly would be the scariest thing ever, but this, THIS! "Vegeta and I even trained with Whis on Beerus' planet." Goku kept going, uncaring about the pack having simultaneous heart attacks. "Wait until they hear about Grand Zeno." Gohan dropped. Goku snapped his fingers, "ohhh, yeah! Forgot about him, ya see-" "FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS, STOP!" Bardock yelled. His heart could only take so much. "I don't wanna know!" "I need booze." Toma rubbed his forehead. "Speaking of, I smell food coming this way." Turles sniffed the air. "I'm not sure my stomach can handle that right now." Came from Raditz. "Can I have a tic-toc?" "Tic-tac," Goku corrected, "and about that, I only said they calm ya down t' get ya t' calm down. They're only breath fresheners." Goku tapped his two index fingers together, while Raditz processed that. "...Well fuck!" Was all Raditz could find to say. "Then give me some booze, too." "Hey, you guys!" A cheerful voice came over from behind the group and they turned around to meet a happy looking Bulma holding little Bulla."There you are. Been looking all over for you. Whoa, what happened to you?" She asked, seeing the shaken state of most of the Saiyans. "Well they're not used to meeting gods and angels, so it seems to have been a bit much." Gohan responded. "Ahh, I see. Beerus isn't all that scary once you get to know him. He even babysat Bulla one time. Anyways, there's food if you can stomach it, human alcohol, and some absinthe, and desserts, no chocolate-ones though, you can guess why. Your buffet table is down at the back of the garden. Kami knows no human would stand a chance with you lot at the main buffet. So you get your own special table." Turles shook his head a bit, "I for one, believe food is a good way to distract us from what just happened. "But nothin' happened." Goku said confused. "SHHH! You SHHH!" Was all Bardock said to his youngest brat. Toma agreed with the pirate, "yeah, I'm up for a nice big meal. Can't say the same for you two." He looked at his still shaken brat and mate. He then turned to the blue haired woman to ask about the little package she was carrying."Awww, is that..? " He asked Bulma. Bulma smiled brightly, "yes, this is mine and Vegeta's youngest. Meet Princess Bulla." She proudly said. "She's adorable!" Toma said, flickering the little tuft of hair on Bulla's head. He made cooing noises that made Bardock relax a bit, seeing his mate be so stricken with all the cubs. He would have to tell Toma what he had said before his mate transformed into Oozaru. Broly walked to his mate and hugged him, happy to be together again, even if Goku didn't leave for too long. His tail slipped around Goku's, looking for comfort. Goku hugged him back, "how are ya doin'?" Broly nodded, the cubs had been strange to be around at first, so small and loud, and so very breakable with one wrong move. But he'd grown more relaxed as they played on him. Gohan watched the affection that poured off them in waves. He had never seen his father this happy with his mom. He was still a bit put off that Goku would choose a male partner, it did come off as a big surprise to him, but if Goku was happy, then that was all that mattered. Besides, it seemed like only male Saiyans had survived for some reason, unless… "Dad? Did you use the Dragon Balls to bring the other Saiyans back?" Gohan asked. "Well, yes, but only Toma, Bardock and Raditz here. Turles survived our battle and Broly was off Vegetasei when it got destroyed, as you already knew. We haven't brought back Gine yet though. He's next on the wish list as soon as the Dragon Balls are ready t' use." "Who's Gine?" "Gine is my third parent and in human terms, my dad. But even if we hadn't been blood related, since he was Bardock's mate that woulda automatically made me his cub, which is the case with Toma. He's my parent too, even if we're not blood related." Gohan looked very confused, "so you have three parents?" Goku nodded, "yeah, any mate of my parents becomes my parent. But ya dun mate lightly so there is a limit t' how many parents ya'll end up with. That's how it works with Saiyans." Gohan still looked confused, "but if those are your parents, then there must be another one, right? A female?" The silence hung heavy. "Actually son, the thing is, among Saiyans… There ain't no females like ya know them. Or males for that matter." "…What?" Goku looked flummoxed. "See, Saiyans ain't divided into two genders like humans, where one sires and one carries. Full blooded Saiyans can do both." "What are you saying? This is…" "He's saying we have a dick AND a cunt." Bardock interrupted, tired of waiting and wanting some booze NOW. Bulma chuckled at Bardock's no-nonsense approach to informing Gohan about Saiyan anatomy. "I'll be more than glad to show you what Bardy means. We could have a lot of fun now that you are of age~" Turles purred next to Gohan's ear, having returned with his plate of food along with Toma. Goku shooed the pirate off, not needing this right now. Gohan, however, was left reeling at Turles' invitation, but he buried that dark part of himself deep down before it could rear its ugly head. It wouldn't do to have his dad and the others find out that the innocent, nerdy boy had a secret side to him. One Gohan tried desperately to suppress. It was enough that Vegeta had caught him that one time. Hopefully, the Prince was still keeping his word to not tell another soul... "What I'm sayin' is, that this is my mother and yer grandmother t' put it in human terms." Goku gestured towards Bardock. The demi Saiyan almost didn't catch that last bit, being distracted by his inner thoughts. Then it registered. One could almost hear the gears turn in Gohan's head and then the sound of them grinding to a halt. "Bulma? Where did you say the drinks were?" Gohan asked weakly. "Table near the end of garden. Along with the rest of the food. I included a selection of raw meat for you guys, too. Just 'fyi'." She replied. "Okay, thanks…" Gohan turned around and walked off.
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"Well, that went well," was all Toma could say.
Goku sighed and sat down at a table nearby, placing his face in his hands. Broly followed his mate's example and pulled up a chair for himself.
"Damn, I wish there was an easy way t' say it, but how do ya drop somethin' like that?" Goku mumbled.
"I still don't see the big deal," Raditz commented.
Bulma picked up from there, "we humans have grown to put a lot of our identity into what gender we are; different expectations for each gender, different clothes, even different careers, sadly. And so many times, especially males like Gohan sees himself, are unable to figure out how to be around those who don't fall into one of those categories. There are people that identify as other genders completely, and people who are attracted to different genders. There are gender fluid people, non binary people, trans people, ace people, demi people…" Bulma started naming them down.
"Umm, Bulma?" Goku interrupted.
She looked at the confused Saiyans. "Ahh, sorry, those are sexual orientations and gender identities among humans."
"Gods…" Bardock shook his head and walked in the direction Gohan went, to get himself a bottle of that human alcohol they tried the other day. "I'm too sober for this, later." He said and disappeared among the crowd, almost bumping into the Prince as Vegeta made his way to the group.
Vegeta stared after Bardock with a raised eyebrow, then turned to the rest. "What is his problem? Woman, are you harassing my pack?"
"I AM NOT!" Bulma viciously replied. "I need to check up on the guests, here." She handed Bulla over to Vegeta, and headed off, leaving the Prince with his daughter and unsteady pack.
Vegeta looked at Bulma's retreating form, then at Bulla. Bulla smiled and made cooing sounds, reaching out with her tiny hands towards Vegeta's face. Vegeta's tail curled around his waist.
Toma saw his opportunity, seeing his Prince in a state of distress.
"May I hold her?" He asked carefully.
Vegeta stared at the cub crazy Saiyan and figured why not.
Carefully he handed Bulla over, both Saiyans acting like she was made of glass.
"This is not a full Saiyan cub, you must keep the head supported at all times
when lying her down, understood?"
Toma nodded, enraptured by Bulla, it'd been so long since he'd held a cub this young.
Raditz couldn't help but remember 'Dock's stories about when Toma had carried a baby Raditz around, no matter how much he screamed, Toma had always been there, lack of sleep or not. Which was good, 'Dock said, because then Gine and himself could get some rest.
Toma was an old sap, Raditz concluded.
"She's beautiful, my Prince," Toma said, rubbing his nose against the Princess'.
Vegeta nodded, "I must say, Toma, I am surprised you are not all over your fourth circle cub."
"HUH? My what?!"
"Gohan has a cub, did you not know?" Vegeta asked.
"HE DOES?!"
Bulla fussed at the sudden volume and Toma started shushing and mumbling baby talk to her, to calm her again.
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Turles watched as Toma and Vegeta conversed. He took a seat next to Goku and grabbed a giant drumstick, biting into it and moaning so loud a few guests turned to look at him.
Goku shook his head and laughed a little. "I think I should get somethin' t' eat too. Seein’ the food actually made me hungry."
"And this is SOOOO GOOOOD~" Turles swallowed his bite and proceeded to stuff his face with the various items on his plate.
"Try it with barbecue sauce, it's even better then." Goku advised as he got up to fetch some food, passing a bottle of sauce that was in the center of the table next to other condiments. "Coming, Broly?"
The large Saiyan got up from the table, nodding, and followed Goku to their buffet.
On their way to the Saiyan buffet table, Goku passed his friends and decided he would spend some time with them after serving himself a platter, maybe get them to warm up to Broly as well.
He quickly piled up his dish with various meats and vegetables and bread roles, as Broly did the same, and they headed towards the table his comrades were seated at.
"Got room for two more?"
"Always for you, Goku!" Yamcha pulled out a chair and Goku sat down. "And your friend?"
"Oh, about that… Broly's my mate."
"Oh, you mean like a fighting partner, or teammate? Cool!" Yamcha commented.
Tien shook his head, "I think he means 'mate' as in 'love partner', Yamcha."
Yamcha looked at Tien, then at Goku, then at Broly, and barked out in laughter. "Yeah, right. The day Goku turns gay on us."
Goku sighed and grabbed a piece of meat, suddenly not so hungry as he was before.
"So how long have you two been together?" Oolong asked.
"Oh, since the beginnin' of this year." Goku replied.
"Ha, I always knew you'd bat for the other team." The pig snorted.
"How?" Goku asked out of curiosity.
"The only reason you didn't turn pervy under master Roshi's tutelage, of course." Oolong explained.
"Wait- You guys aren't serious… Wha- Goku is NOT gay, you guys. How can he be?" Yamcha denied.
"About that…" Goku began, "relationships work a bit differently for Saiyans. Broly and I are IN a relationship together. We might even have cubs one day." Goku took a tiny bite out of a steak.
"You mean kids? How?! You're both-"
"Yamcha, let's just leave it at us being aliens, and move on. I dun ask about yer partners, right?"
"Well yeah, because my partners have always been girls!"
"Yamcha, calm down." Tien placed a strong hand on his friend's shoulder. "Goku's choice in partner doesn't concern us. He's still the same guy we've known for so many years, and that's not about to change only because he's found happiness." Tien turned to Goku and asked in a no-nonsense voice, "Are you happy?"
Goku's breath hitched, "I've never been happier in my life. Except when I had Gohan and I met Goten for the first time."
"Then that's all that matters. Case. Closed." Tien looked pointedly at Yamcha almost daring him to say something.
The ex thief frowned and pouted, and continued eating his meal in silence.
Broly was confused, having never been introduced to any type of prejudice before, he was unsure what was going on.
Goku's tail curled around his own and he calmed down. He concluded he'd not done something wrong by accident.
Master Roshi remained silent, studying his pupils. Goku seemed to radiate joy just from being around this partner of his, and he'd seen the besotted way Broly would look at Goku.
Truthfully he'd never seen Goku or Chichi act that way around each other, well, maybe at the tournament where they'd gotten engaged. He wondered what had happened to flip Chichi's priorities so much, but there'd been little he could do to help.
Maybe this new relationship Goku had would help his prized pupil to better himself in ways he couldn't do with his previous partnership. At least this time it'd be someone who'd understand him better, and had more in common just by being another Saiyan. He'd have to keep an eye on Yamcha as the party went on though, even if only to avoid Vegeta dusting him for making a scene.
The group continued making small talk, they exchanged stories on both sides, laughed at some, frowned at others, and so on until the sky started darkening. Lanterns hanging over them automatically turned on and the ambient music came to a halt.
Goku looked up to see Bulma on a podium, testing a microphone.
"Testing, testing." Bulma's voice was multiplied by the electronic device. The hustle and bustle quieted down until only Bulma's voice could be heard.
"Welcome, everyone, to this special gathering. As you all know, this party is to celebrate my husband's union with his- Dare I say it, childhood sweetheart," Vegeta’s tail bristled at those words, "hence, my union with him as well. Come over here, you two!"
The Prince groaned and Raditz had to basically drag him all the way up to the platform.
Whispers rose up from the crowd as the two Saiyans made their way across the large patio, zigzagging to avoid chairs and tables.
They stepped on the small stage, Raditz happy to be in the spotlight and bask in the public's admiration, and Vegeta wanting to Galick Gun all the guests so he wouldn't have to go through with this introduction.
"Now, many of you are familiar with my husband," Bulma continued as she motioned at Vegeta's general direction, "grumpy, hotheaded, antisocial…" The blue haired woman lowered her voice comically in a mock attempt to sound like Vegeta's gruff voice. The guests shared a short laugh. Vegeta rolled his eyes and was stopped by Raditz as he attempted to leave.
"But he has his good things too! Dedicated, strong, caring, even if he tries to hide it, and oh! Is he good in bed~"
The guests laughed and giggled at that last part.
"WOMAN!" Vegeta squealed at her.
"And then we have Raditz. True, he was the bad guy at some point, but he was only grouchy because he wanted his brother, Earth's savior, to join him." Here, Bulma pointed towards Goku, "come on, Goku, stand up so we can all see you."
Goku pressed into his chair, trying to duck underneath the table until Krillin and Oolong pulled him up.
"Everyone, give this man a round of applause!" Bulma instructed.
Everyone clapped, Goku's closer friends even whistled and shouted. Goku noticed that Yamcha barely clapped his hands once or twice and continued sulking. The young Saiyan frowned, more concerned about what could be going through Yamcha's head than the cheers of the people surrounding him. With a sigh, he sat back down.
"Son Goku is our true hero, sorry Videl." Bulma waved apologetically at her.
The short haired woman just snorted and waved back. She knew about her father's stolen glory and more than once, she'd felt bad about taking away Goku's thunder. But Hercule did redeem himself by sharing his fortune with the Son family. It was the least he could do.
"But I digress. Raditz came all the way from the outer reaches of space to find his baby brother, if that isn't the sweetest, most heartfelt thing I've ever heard, I don't know what is. Raditz even left his flame's side to go in search for his brother. He searched high and low-"
"Bulma." Vegeta said in a warning tone.
"Oops, sorry. Anyways, when Raditz came to Earth, he acted really tough and mean, but it was all a front. He wanted to impress his baby brother, didn't you?" Bulma winked at Raditz and the tall Saiyan blushed as he scratched the back of his head.
"They had their skirmish, and things went south." Bulma paused for effect." BUT, he's here now, he made nice with his brother and after so many years, Raditz finally accepted to be Vegeta's mate.
"Now, let me ask you this; who am I to stop love?"
The crowd cheered.
"The torch Vegeta held for Raditz would not be put out by me, no sir! I support my husband. And there's nothing like your first love, isn't there?"
A few people from the audience nodded and shouted in agreement.
"So we've decided… To become the first married polyamorous threesome on Earth!"
The crowd cheered again, a few spectators stood up to applaud. Chichi scoffed at the thought. Still stuck in her old ways and not willing to change her ideals, she only squinted at Videl when the younger woman cheered Bulma and her partners.
"Thank you, thank you. I appreciate your support." Bulma said through the mic.
When the crowd calmed down, she continued, "I mean- Can you blame me? JUST LOOK AT THEM? Who wouldn't want to have these two dreamboats in their bed?!"
Vegeta started wondering if Bulma might've hit the wine a bit much before this, but kept trying to look dignified despite the rather unusual situation. It was when Raditz started showing his body off to the roaring crowd that Vegeta had had enough.
With one well placed stomp of his royal boot, Raditz stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed his foot, wincing in pain, and Bulma giggled at their antics, but reined herself in.
"At seven PM, you are all invited, as long as you're eighteen or older," Bulma added in a hushed tone and continued, "to join us in a luxury cruise where we'll celebrate our union!"
The guests roared again. Vegeta felt a headache creeping up and rubbed his temples.
"There will be flight crafts to take us all to my yacht. It's about half an hour away, so keep in mind the time we'll be departing, seven PM." Bulma repeated and then walked from the podium, followed by Raditz and Vegeta.
The music was turned back on and everyone went back to their previous activities.
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Goku slid back into the seat next to Broly. "Ya still doin' good?" He was concerned the loud noise everyone was making would affect his volatile mate. Broly nodded, "it's just all so new." Goku nodded back and slid his tail down to intertwine with Broly's again. After a while of eating and listening to Bulma's speech, Goku spoke again, "as Bulma said, we'll be movin' the party t' another place later on, most will fly in machines but we'll just fly there ourselves. There are rooms on the ship so we can find a room and get away from it all a bit, if ya want." Goku said. Broly nodded, relieved. "I've been to one or two of Bulma's cruise parties, it's fun!" "As long as I'm with you I will join." Broly replied. Yamcha suddenly got up, "I'm sorry, I just-" And without another word he left. "Yamcha!" Goku called. "Leave him be." Tien suggested, "Yamcha has a lot of skeletons in his closet and only he can sort them out." "Did I do something wrong?" Broly asked. "No, ya didn't! And neither did I. Some humans just have different ideas about certain things." Goku said. "He's right, Broly, you did nothing wrong, so don't worry. You should be having fun tonight." Krillin said, trying to salvage the mood. He could see why Goku and Broly made a good match, both had a strong air of innocence about them, despite the well of power humming from their core. "Anyway, Broly, tell me a bit about yourself, I don't know anything about you." Krillin asked to get the conversation going. "Well, it started on Vegetasei…" Broly began retelling his story, while Goku ate next to him. - Well into the story, a certain scientist approached their table with less than innocent intentions. "Can I borrow you two for a second?" Bulma came up to Goku from behind. She placed a delicate hand on Goku and Broly's shoulders. "What's this about?" Goku asked. "Oh, just a friend I want you Saiyans to meet." She said all too cheerfully. Goku immediately knew she was up to no good, but since this was her night, he decided to indulge her. "Bulma…" He said in a 'this better not be anything weird' tone of voice. "It's nothing harmful, I swear." She said. "That leaves plenty other things, I'm not havin' sex with Broly again in front of ya!" Here, Tien choked on his wine, coughing desperately. Oolong and Master Roshi laughed out loud, while Krillin groaned, not at all surprised that Bulma would trick Goku into doing such lewd things for her. "That was ONE time! And it was for science!" She argued. Tien gaped at both of them, "T.M.I., GUYS!!" He croaked out. "Agreed," Krillin began. "We may support you, Goku, but details are best kept to oneself. You don't hear me bragging about what I get up to with my wife." "Ahh, sorry guys. It's no big deal among Saiyans, and I'm still adjustin' back to human culture. Anyway, let's go." Goku said in a resigned voice. "Come on, Broly." Bulma gave the group a not-so-apologetic smile. "Sorry, guys. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, it was hot though!" "BULMA!" Came the cry from the whole group, minus Broly. Even Master Roshi shouted at the vulgar woman. Broly rose up, like an obedient and well trained puppy, and they both said bye to the group and followed Bulma, hand in hand. Smiling like a cat who got the canary, Bulma led the way over to a remote terrace where the other Saiyans were already standing. In the midst of them, a short, stout man with a weird hairdo and an even weirder suit stood, and was chatting up a storm. Bulma weaved herself through the crowd until she reached the group of aliens and that one small man. "Jean! I got them all." Bulma called out. "Oh!" The short man clapped his hands together. "Fabulous, dearie, I can't tell you how stricken I am with these wonderful samples you've brought me." "Everyone, This is Jean de la Roca, a famous intimates fashion designer." "Call me Jean, dearies, and ohh, myyy~" He caught sight of Broly. "Whoooo is this?!" "I'm Broly." The large Saiyan said in his all too sweet voice. "Ohh! Be still my heart, I don't know whether to tuck you in my coffee or strip you naked." "He is a hot sweetheart." Bulma commented. "Bulma, dearest, when you told me about this, I did not believe you, but you were right, you sassy bitch. They're magnificent!" Bardock huffed, "enough of this, what are we here for?" "Of course! We are wasting time with all this chit-chat. Bulma has been telling me so much about you I feel like I know all of you like I know my very best models." "Models??!!! WOMAN! Is this more of that fashion nonsense?!" The short man gave a hearty giggle, "baby's got spice!" He made claw movements with his hand and 'mreowed' at Vegeta. Goku snorted but tried to cover it up with a cough. "Models? You mean like with the fashion show we gave you?" Turles asked Bulma. Jean gasped, "you already had them model for you, you lucky cunt!" "Hahahaha, I did! It was spectacular! Underwear, fetish gear, swimsuits, slutty outfits, you name it. Poor Broly here kept tearing the outfits because he's such a big boy. I have the videos." She said in a conspiratorial voice. Jean gave a mix between a moan and a high pitch squeal, "and you just tell me this now?" "Saved the best for last." Bulma winked. "You naughty, naughty girl!! I could just kiss you! But I'll leave that for my boyfriend." Jean reached out to pinch Bulma's cheeks. "Umm, Bulma? How much did ya record?" Goku asked nervously. Bulma smiled, "don't worry, you can't see the part where Broly fucked you hard enough to collapse the stage afterwards, but I did get you tearing off your leotard." "Ohh, sweet baby Jesus!!" Jean exclaimed. "Indeed," Bulma said, "and it's all thanks to Goku here, he's my oldest friend and these are his family and pack." "Goku, my precious child." Jean walked to the Earth raised Saiyan and took his hand, "you have done me the greatest indirect favor in my life." Goku rubbed the back of his head, "glad t' help, umm, I dunno if Bulma told ya, but Broly is my mate." Goku gestured towards the larger Saiyan. "Mate? As in significant other?" Jean asked. "Yep!" Bulma confirmed. "Ohh, you lucky son of a bitch." "HEY!" Bardock shouted, undignified. "And that would be my carrier, Bardock, and next to him, Toma," Goku gestured towards them. "Both are my parents." "Ohh, I see the resemblance," Jean said. "I gotta say I first thought you guys were triplets! Ohh, the places my mind went~" "Umm, and this is my older brother, Raditz, next to Vegeta, but ya probably know this from the earlier announcement." Jean shuffled over to Toma and Bardock. "You do fiiiine work!" Bardock preened, "indeed." "Bulma has told me all about your anatomy and, let me tell you, it is fascinating!" "And lastly we have Turles, whom I guess ya could call my carrier's twin." Goku finished off the introduction. Jean practically glowed. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all. Bulma, I cannot thank you enough for this." Bulma continued in a suggestive voice, "I even have a dick chart, guess the largest size there is among them and who has it." "Ohh, now you're just being cruel, darling!" Bulma laughed. "We can play 'guess the size' later, but right now I think we should tell them why we're all here." "YES, indeed!" Jean clapped his hands together to emphasize. The Saiyans looked at the small man expectantly. "As you already know, I am a lingerie fashion designer, and I have been looking high and low for 'males', pardon my french, who are well built and willing to pose for the public. I heard you sinians don't have qualms about public nudity." "It's Saiyans , and no, we don't have qualms about nudity." Bardock hissed. "Being naked was the default thing on our planet." Jean, barely taking notice of the correction, continued with ill contained glee, "how would you all like to be my next level in modeling? The pay is fantastic and you'll make a name for yourselves!" Broly raised his hand. "Yes, dear?" Jean said. "What is 'lingerie'?" Goku intervened because Jean looked like he was going to cry. "Do ya remember at the show, when we wore those see through fabrics, in black, red, and white?" Broly nodded, vaguely recalling it. "That is lingerie." Goku explained. "Oh, that!" Came from Bardock and Raditz, too. Jean inhaled deeply and gave Bulma a small stink eye for not having been there to see it. She smiled back, sweet as cyanide with an air that screamed 'suffer, bitch'. Jean was about to carry on when Bardock asked, "why do we need pay? We have a whole planet and animals to hunt." Jean didn't know how to explain that one, so Bulma mercifully took over. "Modeling is a high paying job if you get high enough, you guys might not need it so much, but I can collect it for you guys, and you can spend it on stuff or food here from Earth. Things for the cave, sweets, and such." "Sweets?" Raditz perked up along with the others. "Why yes, Earth has a HUGE variety of sweets, even you guys couldn't get through all of them in one lifetime. And you need money to buy them, of course." Most of the Saiyans figured that seemed more than acceptable. Bulma turned towards Jean, "heads up, if you do a shoot with candy and such, they'll eat it before the shoot begins. And DO NOT serve chocolate unless you want them popping boners." Jean responded with glazed eyes, "duly noted~" Bulma sighed, "so unfair, they can eat their weight in sweets and not gain an ounce." "Truly?" Jean asked, eyes wide. "And drinking too." Jean groaned in jealousy. "They don't even fucking age!" Bulma complained "What?" Jean asked in disbelief. "Bardock here is in his nineties, they don't physically age like we do, just look and feel young til they die." She lamented. "Are we done here?" Vegeta asked impatiently, "this is supposed to be mine and Raditz's celebration." "AND MINE." Bulma added. "Indeed it is," Jean exclaimed, "so we're all in agreement? You'll pose for my designs, yes?" "What do you actually do while posing, just walk in those suits?" Toma asked. "Well yes, and do photo shoots, very easy. You wear the clothes and we take pictures of you in them." Bardock asked, "and ya get paid… For that? Walking and sitting?" "Ohh, no! You have to be enticing, and make them look good while walking and wearing them. You have to bring out the right vibe." Jean explained. "But we can teach you guys how later. For now, party time! I'm going to get me some of that delicious Armand de Brignac." The small man made his way to the server with a tray and grabbed a drink for himself. Immediately, other guests approached him to make small talk. Apparently, Jean de la Roca was a very famous fashion designer.
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Gohan was having a deep conversation with Lemo, when Cheelai came back with a small plate of desserts.
"Are you guys ready? We'll be leaving soon." The green woman commented.
Gohan chuckled, "you say that but you grab another plate of food?"
"Mmm! These are just so good!" Cheelai said in between bites.
"Trust me, the food will be just as good once we get on the yacht." Videl said.
"Not better than the food I prepare." Chichi huffed.
"You must be a very good cook then." Lemo interjected. "How have you applied this skill for the benefit of others?"
"I- Well, I cook for my family, of course." Chichi flustered.
"So you are like their servant?" Cheelai asked.
The temperamental woman scoffed, "more like they depend on me to feed them."
"You know, Bardock told us that Saiyan babies were sent to far away planets where they needed to fend for themselves, hunt their own food, and build their own shelter. I doubt your family depends on you as much as you think they do." Lemo left it at that and continued finishing his meal.
"My children are not Saiyans! Human children need caring for many years."
"Speaking of Bardock." Cheelai paid Chichi no mind.
The scarred warrior and his mate neared the table where they were sitting at, and went directly to Videl who had baby Pan in her arms.
"We understand you are Gohan's mate?" Bardock asked Videl.
"Why, yes. I'm his wife." Videl outstretched her hand.
"Oh! Better not do that," Cheelai stopped Videl, "hand shaking means something a bit different among Saiyans."
"So how do you greet each other?"
"Well, when it's family-" Toma started.
Lemo coughed to get his attention.
"Oh, right. We uh- Hug!" Toma finished awkwardly.
"Ohh, and you're Goku's family?" Videl asked.
"Yes, we're his parents." Bardock said proudly.
"Oh, wow, I can see where Goku gets his looks from." Videl laughed.
"Parents?" Chichi began, "how can you two be Goku's parents? Where is his mother?"
"Bitchi, I presume?" Bardock said, his tone betraying less than joy from meeting her.
"CHICHI! My name is Chichi! Now tell me, where is his mother? I need someone who can hopefully help him understand how to curb his behavior. Completely unsuitable it is." She huffed.
A wicked, wicked smile stretched across Bardock's face, exposing his sharp fangs. His eyes lit up with something red and evil behind them, and his tail waved sinisterly in the air.
"Well, yer in luck, Chichi. You see, I am his mother, as you call it. Saiyans have a dick AND a cunt, and so I carried him and gave birth to him. I understand this makes me yer, what's the term, co-mother-in-law?" Bardock finished with relish.
Videl would savor the look on Chichi's face forever when it registered what Bardock was saying.
"What?! That's impossible! Two men can't have babies!"
"Human males can't, sweetcheeks." Bardock winked at her. "Since this is our first meeting I should introduce myself. I'm Bardock, son of cKelerias, ninety years old or so, and mate to Gine and Toma here. We too have a three-way-mate arrangement like Bulma will have with Vegeta and our cub, Raditz.
"Hobbies include getting fucked silly and sucking on as many dicks as I can get my mouth on. I was rather infamous back on Vegetasei for my skill, not to toot my own horn. I had the title of 'Bardock, The Mouth of a Thousand Dicks'. My personal record is getting a guy off in…" Bardock tried to remember what Goku had taught him about time and how it worked on Earth, "one and a half seconds, I'll have ya know. And if ya think that I'll help ya pressure my cub back into that silly box of human prudish behavior that ya try to force him and yer cubs into, well… I'm afraid I won't be able to help ya there."
There was silence for about three seconds before Chichi's eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted dead away, head falling forward and onto the table with a 'WANG'.
"Bummer, I was hoping for a bit more than that." Bardock said, fishing out his trusty chewing stick. "She does that a lot?" He asked Videl.
Gohan quickly got up to check on his unconscious mother, and held her still so she wouldn't topple to the floor.
"Yeah, don't worry, she'll be fine. Thank you, guys. She's been nagging non-stop the whole night. Telling me how to raise my own child."
"Speaking of child… You think we can hold him?" Toma asked.
"Sure thing! Pan's a girl though. Are you the baby crazy one Goku told me about?"
Bardock snorted, "that's him alright."
"I just love cubs." Toma hefted Pan out of Videl's outstretched arms and regarded the tiny human-Saiyan.
"Look, Bardy, we have a fourth circle cub!" Toma smiled brightly.
"Indeed. Who'd have thought we would live to see the day." Bardock smiled back.
"I just wish Gine could see her and how tiny she is. Look at her fingers!" Toma couldn't hold back a happy sob.
"Gine is not here?" Videl asked.
"We need to bring him back first, with the Dragon Balls."
"Ahh, I see." Videl replied. "Anyway, do you guys know why my husband was looking like the world got flipped upside down earlier?"
"You mean Gohan? Well, he found out some facts about Saiyan biology, the ones we just told Bitchi here." Bardock answered.
"The intersex part, you mean?"
The demi Saiyan buried his face in his hands and groaned.
"Yup, he takes after his mother, I take it, when it comes to what he thinks is 'normal'?"
"Well, yeah, but Goku was dead for a long while and so Chichi raised him. So I guess it's not surprising. It's also why I can't tell her to stop nagging, because she's got such a tight grip on him. And he'll just get mad at me for upsetting her when she's only 'trying to help'. Isn't that right, hun?"
Gohan blushed in embarrassment. "I guess when you put it like that…"
"Gohan, she's spent the whole evening talking about how I'm a bad role model for Pan, how I should raise her, that I need to learn to cook better because that's my 'role' as a housewife."
Gohan winced, "I'm sorry, she's just from another generation. She wants what's best for Pan."
"No, Gohan. I'm sorry but I need to say it. Your mother does not want what is best, she wants the version of me, you, Pan and Goku that she prefers. The version she thinks we should become, no matter if we want to or not, to fit her idea of how the world should be. Pan can't even walk yet and she's already planned out where she'll go to college for God's sake! The fact that she wants to live in a fifty's family show just makes it worse. She's obsessed about the idea of living one hundred percent normal."
Gohan looked flabbergasted at Videl, "surely, you're exaggerating a bit."
Videl raised an eyebrow. "Ohh, yeah, like when she forced your dad and Piccolo to take car driving lessons? Because she needed the car to go shopping?"
Gohan tried, "well she needed the car, what's the-"
Videl interrupted, "I'm not saying she didn't need a car. But Goku can fly around the Earth in like two seconds flat. And I.T. everywhere. He didn't need it, she did! It would have been easier for everyone if she'd gotten the license. But in her mind 'the man is the one who drives'."
Gohan could see the lack of logic there, but didn't want to seem like he was accusing his mother.
"And what was it you said when you were four? You wanted to become a great scientist when you grew up. What kid says that?"
Gohan had to stop her there, "hey, I did want that, I have become that!"
Videl grabbed his hand, "I know, dear. But can you say with a hundred percent honesty that if you'd decided on a less scholarly path, that she'd have accepted that when you were little? Did she ever give you a choice, even ask what you wanted?"
Gohan hung his head, knowing fully well what his mother would've said had he come home and said he'd want to be a firefighter or something, like most kids at four. "But…"
Videl didn't hold back, "Gohan, she wanted to name you Einstein, if not for your dad you'd have been the most bullied kid on this planet."
The Saiyans were listening, but too invested in the small baby to give their opinion. Pan was cooing and being too cute for them to turn their attention away for even a second.
Videl was not done yet, "and let's not talk about how she had to almost force your dad to marry her."
"WHAT?!" Suddenly, the Saiyans were paying full attention.
"Yes, when they were kids she asked Goku if he wanted to marry her when they grew up. But Goku had grown up alone in the mountains most of his life, and had no idea what 'marry' meant, and so he just said 'yes'. Some seven or eight years later she shows up at a tournament and is pissed that he doesn't remember and doesn't want to marry an almost complete stranger, since they only met like two times as kids. He agrees though and they get married and then she gets upset over him not being what she expected."
Videl shook her head. "Not to mention her hating fighting when she herself was a fighter, and her dad too, and Goku's grandpa. I mean, what did she expect?"
Gohan had no response to this.
"I think your mate has a point," Cheelai commented.
Lemo nodded. "Chichi does seem overbearing. Sometimes it takes a loved one to notice how things are really going in your life, and not what you perceive them to be."
Just then, Chichi came to and she slowly adjusted her swimming vision. "Wha- What happened?"
"You fainted, mom."
A voice coming from a microphone announced it was seven PM and time to start boarding the aircrafts.
Videl got up and took Pan from Toma and Bardock.
"Sorry, guys.” She said when she saw the torn expressions on their faces, especially Toma’s. “Chichi offered to look after her, and while I don't agree with her views, I know she loves Pan very much and will care for her while we are away on the yacht." Videl handed Pan to a disoriented Chichi.
"Guys! Ya ready?" Goku's voice came from behind them. "We're flyin' with the rest of my friends, and we need t' follow the planes cuz I dunno where the yacht is exactly."
Goku said goodbye to Pan, and took off in the direction where their bags were inside Bulma’s home.
"Tell me one thing." Bardock asked no one in particular as he and the others followed Goku’s lead, "what the Hell is a yacht?"
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After grabbing their belongings and stuffing them inside Bulma's aircraft, and after saying their goodbyes to all the children (of course, Goten and Trunks had tried to sneak in to join the adult party, and after the Saiyans had caught them with their keen sense of smell, a strict Bulma had told them this party was not for thirteen and fourteen year olds. The kids had reluctantly gotten off the ship and sulked as they said their goodbyes to their family), the Saiyans and the Z-Fighters took off after Bulma took to the air. Lemo and Cheelai had wisely chosen to fly with Bulma rather than on the Saiyans' backs. Yamcha and Krillin also decided to ride with the blue haired scientist.
"So…" Yamcha broke the silence after a few minutes of traveling, "did you know Goku's gay?"
Bulma snorted so hard her entire throat hurt. After laughing for a whole minute she calmed down enough to respond, "Yamcha, he's a Saiyan. Our culture does not apply to them. They have a different biology, different beliefs, different everything! Not sure you can even use the word 'gay' when there's only one gender."
"Wait- THEY'RE ALL MALES?" Yamcha exclaimed.
"Mmm- Not exactly. They're intersexed."
"What's that even mean?"
Bulma closed her eyes and sighed. Before she could say anything, Cheelai interrupted. "It means they have a penis, testicles, a uterus, and a vagina. That's why they're able to get pregnant, all of them."
Yamcha paled to a sickly white.
"Hang on," Krillin piped up, "it's been ages but Goku and I used to swim and bathe together while training, I think I'd have seen something like what you said."
"Well, their vagina is covered by a thick membrane until they have sex for the first time. Kinda like an extra hardcore version of the hymen, only on the outside. They also don’t have a vulva. So he'd have looked like a human male down there." Bulma explained. "Anyway, the point is that they are not 'gay'." Bulma let go of the wheel to make quotation marks with her fingers. "They can all get pregnant even though they have only one gender. That guy who looked like Goku with a scar on his left cheek? That's Goku's 'mother' in human terms.
"I'm sure Vegeta will be having children with Raditz, and I'm not opposed to that at all. Same with Goku. Him and Broly will start their own family whenever they're ready. Honestly, it doesn't take much getting used to. They're aliens." Bulma shrugged.
The Z-Fighters remained quiet for the rest of the journey, both of them surprised, to say the least, to learn this about their childhood friend.
-
The cold night wind blew on Goku's face as he took in the sights down below. Afterwards, he looked around to observe his friends and family. Broly was calm, his pack was nearby, his friends joined them in the air, even Piccolo and Eighteen decided to come along for the ride.
"Fuck! I'm freezing my tits off!" Goku heard his carrier complain. "This planet is fucking cold!"
"It's only fall! Ya should see how cold it gets in winter!" Goku called back.
Bardock only shivered and made a face, teeth almost chattered with every inch they traveled. He powered up a bit to warm himself up.
"Vegetasei was much, much warmer than this! In fact, a lot of outsiders would complain that the planet was too hot, some even had to wear suits to withstand the high temperatures!" Toma shared.
"Just how hot was it?!" Eighteen asked the Saiyans.
Vegeta answered, "anywhere from fifty to eighty degrees Celsius!"
"WHA-" Goku nearly crashed into the wing on Bulma's aircraft as he stopped mid flight.
The airborne group continued making small talk until they arrived at the port.
Bulma parked her aircraft and Cheelai, Lemo, Yamcha, Krillin, and herself exited the small ship.
The Saiyans, sans Vegeta and Goku who were already used to Bulma's luxurious possessions, all stared in awe at the giant cruise ship.
"That thing can fly?" Raditz asked.
"Oh, no." Bulma chuckled. "It floats on water. Come get your stuff, guys!"
After unloading what little the Saiyans brought, plus the luggage of the rest of the group, they all headed up the ramp where the other guests were boarding.
The cruise was indeed huge. It had five decks, with enough room for three restaurants, a dance floor, two swimming pools, a game room, stores, and Bulma had even customized a section to have a fighting ring, just for her strong friends. The 'super yacht' had it all.
The Saiyans were not used to this type of luxury (except for the Prince), having lived on a desert planet, and Frieza's stark mothership, and they 'aahed' and 'oohed' at what they saw.
"Alright, if you guys will follow me, I'll show you to your cabin, we took down a lot of walls and combined them into one big suite for all of you, since I figured you'd want to sleep in a nest. You'll have to make one yourselves though. Vegeta and Raditz, you're with me in the big honeymoon suite, it's right by so don't worry."
The Saiyans nodded and followed her down a hall full of guests settling down in their rooms, and up two more flights of stairs. With flair, she threw open two large doors, opening up to a huge room with floor to ceiling windows, giving an amazing view of the ocean on one side and the city lights on the other. Marble floors and blue colored walls mixed great with the marble columns around the room. In the middle there was a slight depression in the floor where a pile of mattresses, sheets, pillows, and fluffy blankets had been stacked for them to craft a nest.
All the Saiyans gaped, even the castle on Vegetasei couldn't compare to this splendor.
"Right, so here are supplies for you to build a nest, if you need more just ring for service here." She pointed at an intercom next to the door, "and the bathroom is through there," she gestured towards a door to the left side. "ask Goku how to use the facilities. And through there is the entertainment area," she pointed to an arch in the right side of the wall leading to a T.V. room.
"I'll let you get settled in, and then I can show you where you guys can find the Saiyan sized buffet. Okay then! Vegeta, Raditz, come along, we're next door in the honeymoon suite."
Like ducklings, they followed her out of the door, while the remaining Saiyans explored the room, gaping over everything.
Eventually, they started crafting a nest, and piled it high with blankets and pillows. Bardock had to be dragged out of it to get a crash course in toilet use with the others.
Anyone walking inside there would've seen a strange site; a small group of male looking people with tails standing around a toilet, being shown how to lift the seat and flush it, and the other features that came with it. Good thing the bathroom was huge. It even had a sunken tub, Goku could only imagine what THAT would be used for later on.
"What's this thing here?" Toma turned a faucet on a similar looking fixture and a small jet of water shot out.
"Oh! Bulma told me years ago. I forget the name, biddy, beedy… Anyways, that's t' help clean yerself down there after… Ya know." Goku gestured at the bidet.
"After you use that other thing?" Turles asked pointing at the toilet.
"Yeah, sure. Let's uh- Leave it at that. Just remember to always flush, otherwise it'll smell." Goku scratched his head and left the bathroom.
The rest of the group headed out of the bathroom, and decided to check out the T.V. room; it had a huge widescreen, and several game consoles, large soft looking couches, a pinball machine and-
"OHH, BOOZE!!" Came Bardock's cry when he spotted the bar.
He zoomed towards it to explore it.
"Anything good?" Turles asked.
"No, not really, mostly that weak human watery stuff, there is some absinthe though." Bardock grumbled.
"Well, better than water." Was Turles' reply.
"Yeah, sorry," said Goku, "they dun really make alcohol strong enough for us here. At least not for drinkin', more cleanin' and such."
"How do you use this screen?" Asked Toma. He could recognize it was a screen of some type, but couldn't make heads or tails out of the buttons.
Goku picked up the remote from the sofa table, "I think this should-" He pressed a button and the T.V. turned on, showing… A gay porno movie.
Goku closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "for fuck's sake, Bulma." Goku just said, resigned.
"Whoa! You can watch people get fucked here on the screen too? Now that's service!" Turles exclaimed. Having been across the universe and back, Turles was quite familiar with digital sex entertainment. It wasn't something that was popular on Vegetasei, porn just wasn’t necessary there. One could literally go outside and see a couple or two having sex. And the resolution was much better than anything on a screen.
"Yes, it's called porn, ya can get many different types of it too, male-male, male-female, female-female, more than two people, some who wear those outfits we wore at the show... It's a big industry, dun know how well it pays though."
"WAIT, WAIT! YOU CAN GET PAID?! TO HAVE SEX!?" Toma yelled, Bardock seemingly having the same question.
"Umm, yes, here on Earth ya can, some is for showin' it like this, or sometimes it's just someone who wants to sleep with ya."
"WELL WHY THE FUCK SHOULD WE BOTHER WITH THE MODELING SHIT?!" Bardock yelled. "I could make a fortune!"
"Well, sex with strangers ain't seen as a good thing here." Goku explained, "especially for females. I dun get why but a male havin’ many partners is seen as positive, but a female with many partners is looked down on."
There was silence before Bardock voiced what they all were thinking, "humans are fucking stupid."
Goku sighed, not being able to
refute
it in this case. "Also, baba, I'm above the average size for a human male, ya'll be lucky to find one that can compete with a latcher!"
Bardock understood what Goku was talking about and made an 'Oh' with his mouth. "Still, I could just suck them."
"Yeah, about that, human sperm dun really taste great from what I've heard." Goku informed.
"Well fuck, now I just feel bad for the humans here on this planet." Was Bardock's answer.
"I've tasted some really nasty jizz." Turles scowled and shook himself.
"Yeah, ya
would
get all cozy with other species." Bardock huffed.
"Hey, I was curious! And I needed a team! Besides, it was hard to find a Saiyan partner after the planet blew up." Turles defended.
Once again the room fell silent apart from the moans on the screen. Eager to change the subject, Goku switched the channel and landed on a cooking show.
"And then you sauté the steak in the butter like this, and then just spread it all over and let it sink into the meat."
The Saiyans' tails shot up to the air as they were able to see food but not smell it.
"What
is
this?" Broly asked.
"It's a food show where they teach ya how t' cook and such. There are many different programs on television here." Goku informed the others.
"I take back anything negative about this planet." Bardock said, mesmerized by the pictures of meat being glazed with sauces.
"This is making me hungry again." Toma complained, while he adjusted himself in his pants.
"Well, there's a buffet for us on the lower deck. Bulma said she'd show us where it was, so we need t
'
wait-" Goku started.
"Fuck waiting, I need something in my mouth. Now!" The eldest warrior said before he pulled down Toma's pants and went to town.
Toma gasped as he felt his mate's warm mouth engulf his cock. "Sometimes I really wonder if this is all I am to you…"
Goku just sighed, honestly amazed they'd lasted this long without getting intimate.
He looked over at Broly and Turles. "Ya guys wanna do somethin' about those?" He looked at their hard-ons. Both nodded eagerly and Goku pulled both of them towards the nest.
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After a short while, Bulma, Vegeta, and Raditz made their way back to the Saiyans' room. Bulma was about to open the door when Vegeta stopped her. "What's wrong?" She asked. "They are having sex." Vegeta informed her. "How- Ohh, right." Bulma remembered Vegeta and Goku shared a special bond. Her husband must be feeling it. "Fuck. I'm hungry, and we're gonna have to wait for them?" Raditz whined. "Even if we help speed it up from our end, I doubt your parents are just sitting it out." Vegeta pointed out. "Not to mention our ceremony starts at midnight and it's past eight." Bulma sighed. "I'm going in." She knocked on the door before opening it. True to his word, Goku, Turles, and Broly were engaged in the sordid activity on the nest while Toma's moans could be heard from the T.V. room."Really, you guys? I said we'd be back shortly." Bulma said, eyes glued to the powerful figures of her friend, his mate, and lookalike. Goku pulled his mouth free from Turles to explain himself, "it ain't our fault! I showed them the T.V. and there was a cooking show and it just…" "Ahh, I see." Came from Vegeta. "There you guys are! The gang is waiting for you guys to- HOLY FUCK!" Krillin, never being one to cuss, happened to come across the scene; his lifelong best friend getting plowed by that large, and frankly, scary looking warrior, and grabbing Turles' dick with one hand, while Bulma, Vegeta, and Raditz watched nonchalantly. "In the future, don't just barge in, especially with Saiyans." Said Bulma, calm as you please. "Why did you leave the door open?!" Yelled Krillin, covering his eyes. "Ohh, that was me." Raditz said. "why are ya acting like that? Ain't Kakarot yer friend?" "Wha- Why?! How can you just be okay standing there with your brother…" Krillin gestured at Goku, at a loss for words. "It's natural, why wouldn't I watch him? You humans and yer weird notions." Raditz shook his head. "Anyway, I'm starving, so if ya could hurry it up a bit?" He asked that last part to his brother. "Broly, hurry up, please. Sorry ya had t' see this, Krillin." He leaned down and put his mouth back to where it'd just been. "You too, 'Dock, Toma." Raditz called in the direction of the other room. A strangled 'OKAY' came back. "How-" The small monk was at a loss for words. Bulma took pity on the monk and pulled him out of the room, closing the door behind them. "Look, Krillin-" "HIS BROTHER!" Came the shocked cry. "I knoooow. It's complicated. Saiyans have a different relationship with their family than humans do, and sex in general. They never developed that shame attached to it like we still sadly have. And since everyone had the same body parts, modesty also never became a thing, especially with the warm climate of the planet. They lived in packs where you would support each other, and since it's much harder for them to have kids than us, there never was a stigma attached to having cubs with different partners. They were happy to have a kid to begin with. Nor did they focus on material stuff much, so there was no need for marriage and such to settle disputes over who got to inherit what. "Sex is so normal to them, they can't see why we humans screech about privacy. They think it's sad for us that we can't enjoy sex as much as they do." "And… Goku is okay with all this?" Krillin asked after digesting what Bulma told him. "Vegeta told me he had his ups and downs, but eventually he blossomed into the Saiyan you see now." Bulma smiled. "He was always okay with the nudity, I think we all knew that, but the rest took some time. Then again he and Vegeta have been going at it for ages, so I guess that helped before they had the pack." "Wait, what?! They've been… While here on Earth?!" "Sure, Vegeta popped his 'man-cherry', so to speak. He was strutting around the C.C. for a good week after that." She laughed. "The point is that Saiyans separate sex and love. Love is for mates and family, sex is for whoever they fancy." "Wow. Goku and Vegeta… I would've never imagined it." "Please, with that type of tension? It's either sex or fighting, guess one just got a bit old and they tried the other. Besides, Goku has had sex with all of the pack." Bulma said casually. "All- You mean-" "Yup, even who you're thinking of right now. Supposedly, it's healthy for them, cleans out their ki or something. They don't have kids with them usually, but sex? Sure!" Bulma said as if she'd just explained that the Earth was round. "I think I need a stiff drink." Krillin wiped the sweat off his forehead. "There is a bar in there, but I wouldn't advise going in right now." Bulma suggested, looking in the vague direction of the T.V. room. "Oh, and Krillin? I'm telling you this because you're his best friend. Please don't tell the others. I'm not sure they're ready for that kind of information about whom Goku sleeps with." "You honestly think I was ready?" Krillin moped. "No, but you're here now, so, baptism of fire and all that." Bulma smirked. A loud moan interrupted their conversation and Krillin shuddered, having recognized Goku's voice. "Ok, they're… Done. Now can we go?" "Not so fast." Bulma began. "See, Saiyans… They get stuck for a while after sex. To ensure pregnancy, you know? So chances are Goku and Broly won't be ready for a long while. We can head downstairs with whoever is ready, I can imagine Goku can track us down by our scent…" Bulma bit on her nail. "Nah, too many smells." Krillin's eyes widened at the mention of pregnancy. The image of a pregnant Goku burned in his mind. He REALLY needed a drink right about now."How about we go down there and they I.T. to us when done?" Krillin asked, eager for a drink and to get away. "That's the thing, there are too many people around in a small area, Goku might I.T. inside of someone." "Yikes, that sound nasty." "Yeah. We'll just go with whoever is ready and Goku will eventually find us." Bulma, having made up her mind, went back into the room to ask who was ready. Bardock and Toma came out, followed by Vegeta, Raditz, and Turles. Bulma came out a few seconds later and they all made their way to the dining area. Krillin was too embarrassed to even look at the Saiyans in the face. - Meanwhile, back in the nest, Goku had lain down with Broly, both of them taking the chance for a quiet moment alone. "Are ya doin' okay? This musta all been so new t’ ya." Goku asked. "It has been a bit much, and confusing, but I'm doing good for now. I just need to go to sleep a bit early tonight." Broly said. Goku nodded, reached behind him and craned his head.Broly leaned in and kissed his mate, and they enjoyed having a moment to themselves for the first time today. "You know, I feel like I should feel worse about Krillin seein' me, but… I mostly just feel bad for him, not for actually doin' it. Before we mated I woulda been ready t' die from embarrassment, but now…" Broly didn't understand feeling embarrassed over this, or feeling judged by strangers, having grown up with no people around besides his source, but he still wanted to help Goku. "You didn't do anything bad, it was just bad timing." "Yeah, yer right. It's gonna be a bit awkward for a while though, can't be helped." Broly didn't know what else to say to make his mate happy, so he did what he always did and it always had a good result; he started purring and nuzzling Goku.His mate chuckled and soon, Broly could sense Goku wasn't worried anymore. Just then, Goku released Broly and after a quick shower and a change of clothing, they both headed outside. "Yer not wearing yer pelt, Broly?" Broly paused, not realizing he completely forgot to put his ever present pelt. He turned towards Goku and touched his cheek. "It seems I don't need it when I have you around." - The two mates followed the scent of food all the way to the dining area. There were three arches that opened into the restaurants and Goku wasn't sure where his friends were. He tried searching for their smell, but it was no use, there were too many people and the smell of the ocean along with the food masked any individual scent. So he tried searching for their ki. He easily found Vegeta and Piccolo's but there were too many smaller ki's surrounding them. It wouldn't be wise to I.T. over to them. Instead, Goku took Broly's hand and followed Vegeta's ki signature on foot.
After searching for visual confirmation, Goku spotted his friends and family at a big round table. Still holding hands, Goku lead Broly to the table where two empty seats were saved just for them. "Son! We were just about to go get you." Bulma almost shouted. "We decided to have a quick dinner here, and drinks for now. I'll show you two where you can eat to your heart's content afterwards, okay? Whenever we aren't pressed for time. I'm surprised you were able to find us." Goku laughed and took a seat, pulling the chair for Broly to sit down. "It wasn't easy. I had t' follow yer ki's manually without teleportin'." Goku noticed Yamcha was doing his best to avoid eye contact with him. He sighed and grabbed the menu. "Do you even need to read through that? Just order one of everything." Vegeta quipped. Goku considered Vegeta's suggestion. "Where’s Cheelai and Lemo? And Eighteen and Piccolo, for that matter." "They decided to skip dinner. They weren’t hungry and Piccolo doesn’t eat." Krillin shrugged. Goku nodded and put the menu down. "What's wrong, cub? Ya seem down." Bardock asked. "Huh? Oh! It's nothin'. A bit tired I guess." "Oh, but the night's just started!" Bulma said cheerfully. "Waiter!" A young woman dressed in a sharp uniform came to Bulma's call. "What can I get for you?" She politely asked. "I'll have one of everything, same for my mate here." Goku told her. "O-o-one of everything ?!" The girl's eyes widened comically. "Yeah! It ain't too much." Goku smiled and handed over his menu. Broly was still transfixed by his menu, looking at all the pictures of different and strange dishes. Goku didn't have the heart to take away his entertainment. The waiter bowed and left to put their outrageous order in.
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"So, what's the deal with Turles?" Krillin asked.
Turles stopped eating this clam chowder dish, spoon about to enter his mouth, "what about me?" He asked in a flat tone and continued eating the delicious soup.
"Are you related to Goku?" Oolong inquired.
Bardock, arms crossed, scoffed, "he's my clone."
Turles snarled at the old Saiyan and continued eating.
"A clone like a copy?" Turtle asked in a small voice.
"Pretty much," Raditz began, "Freiza wanted the perfect army and he was a control freak, especially with us. Ya have no idea the things he did to our race."
Toma gave Turles a look but went back to chewing the last bits of his meal.
"Must've been tough. Frieza was pure evil." Krillin concluded.
"Well, guys. We have to go." Bulma said as she looked at her watch. "We only have two hours to get ready for the ceremony. Up, you two." She motioned for Vegeta and Raditz to follow.
Raditz slurped the rest of his soup and stood up. Vegeta growled, having to put up with Bulma's ordering around, but got up and followed them closely.
"See you all on the main deck!" Bulma waved at the group and the three left.
"Heheheeh, Bulma will look quite pretty in her wedding dress." Master Roshi commented, "I happened to catch a glimpse of it while looking around."
"More like you were spying on her, you old coot." Oolong squinted at the old man.
Master Roshi coughed once and took a sip of his beer.
Soon, Broly and Goku's meals arrived and the Saiyans hurried to finish in time for the wedding.
"Waiter!" Yamcha called, "another whiskey."
The beverage waiter that was standing by nodded and went to the bar to get Yamcha's drink.
"I think you've had quite enough, Yamcha." Tien said sternly.
"HA! I need some -hic- To drink. It's not everyday you find out your long life friend is a fucking faggot." Yamcha responded.
The humans, demi Saiyan, and animals gasped. Goku's chopsticks fell from his hand and clattered on his plate.
"Yamcha! How dare you call your FRIEND that!" Videl snapped at the drunkard.
"How dare I? How dare I?!" Yamcha stood up from the table, chair toppling over.
"Yamcha, stop making a scene!" Tien tried to get his friend under control under the watchful gaze of the other guests who heard the commotion.
"He's the one who's getting his ass plowed by another guy!" Yamcha pointed at Goku.
Bardock stood up and snarled at the intoxicated human, "you dare point at my cub? Do ya have a death wish?!"
"Bardock, we promised to behave." Toma calmly reminded his mate.
Broly was confused about what was happening. Sure, he had plowed his mate's ass, his breeder also, but why did that human make it sound like it was a bad thing?
"I won't if he doesn't." The scarred Saiyan growled, the fur on his tail stood up on edge.
"Can we all just calm down?" Gohan, always the voice of reason, tried to rein in the warriors' tempers. He was furious at Yamcha for using such a slur, but this would have to be dealt with at a later time. Not in the middle of a celebration, not when Yamcha was obviously drunk off his ass, and not when the powerful Saiyans were around.
"First Vegeta and his -hic- Gay ass childhood sweetheart, then Goku and his sissy boyfriend… What, you're going to tell me you're fags too?!" He pointed at the other Saiyans.
Bardock started powering up. Toma stood up and hugged his mate, trying to get him to calm down.
Before anything could happen, however, a punch coming out of nowhere knocked Yamcha out. Several onlookers exclaimed as Yamcha's body hit the floor.
"Eighteen!" Krillin exclaimed.
"If there's one thing that pisses me off is drunken idiots talking smack about my friends." She said in an angry tone.
"You better take him to his room, Tien." Master Roshi told the three eyed warrior.
Tien stood up, and without another word, carried his unconscious friend back to his room.
Eighteen sat down in Tien's seat and looked at Goku. "You okay there?"
Goku had glassy eyes but he nodded, his appetite lost.
Bardock powered down and he and Toma sat back down.
"What do those words mean?" Turles asked what the other Saiyans were thinking.
"They are slurs against people who like their same gender." Gohan pushed his glasses up his nose as he answered.
"You know," Oolong added, "prejudiced words that are very offensive."
Turles looked at Bardock and Toma, "so like 'catcher'."
"What's catcher?" Videl cautiously asked.
"It means that a Saiyan only got stronger by having sex because he was too defective and weak to get stronger by other means, like Zenkai power boosts. Having an increase in your base power through sex is the easiest way to get stronger." Bardock explained.
"It is very insulting to call another Saiyan a catcher." Toma said. "Don't ever use that word in front of Vegeta. Royalty takes offensive words seriously."
The others nodded, glad to have this bit of information and avoid Vegeta's wrath. Yamcha was so lucky Vegeta wasn't here to witness his outburst. Things would've turned out horribly.
Broly chanced a look in Goku's direction, having felt distress rolling off of him. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Goku's cheek. He also started purring for good measure, much to the amusement of the others.
"You two are too cute," Videl said. "Aren't they?" She asked her husband.
"Ehehehe," Gohan scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously, "you're seriously asking if I think my dad looks cute with his partner?"
Videl chuckled and covered her mouth, "you're right, that would be weird. Well, I think it's time for us to get ready for the ceremony." Videl got up and Gohan followed her back to their room after giving his dad a supportive hug, which Goku accepted gladly.
Eighteen nodded to Krillin, "we should be going too."
"Alright," Krillin said. He walked over to Goku and gently punched his arm, "don't worry about Yamcha, that was drunk talk. He'll come around once he sees how happy you are."
"Thanks, Krillin." The young Saiyan gave his friend a small smile.
"Hey," Eighteen stood by Goku and deadpanned, "if you like being a pillow biter, then be the best goddamn pillow biter there is." She then gave Goku a thumbs up and left with her husband to get ready.
Goku actually blushed at her words but took the advice to heart.
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Tien was not surprised by his friend's sudden fit. Yamcha was an impulsive person on a good day, not to mention after having a few drinks.
The half human opened the door to Yamcha's room and settled him on the bed. Tien stole a moment and sat next to the unconscious man.
"Yamcha, you big idiot." He chanced a kiss to Yamcha's forehead, sweeping his hair out of the way. The kiss was chaste and quick. Tien wouldn't dare take advantage of his friend, especially after being rejected so long ago.
Tien had been so sure Yamcha would be open to having relationships with guys, but when the time came to suggest they start a relationship, Yamcha had acted so shocked and turned him down almost too quickly.
It'd been a night of drinking when Tien had mustered the courage to confess years ago, only to have Yamcha shoot him down, hard.
The next morning, Yamcha had said that Tien shouldn't drink too much and that Yamcha knew it'd just been the booze talking, and not to worry.
Afraid to lose his friendship, Tien had simply agreed and pretended that it'd all indeed been the alcohol, like Yamcha had said.
Tien had had to swallow his pride and come out to Master Roshi after that, and the wise, albeit perverted and sometimes immature, old man had told him to ease into things slowly.
If Master Roshi was one thing, it was being VERY observant. He could tell Yamcha was just afraid of losing his 'straight guy' title.
Tien figured that Roshi was right, not just because of his age and life experience, but because Yamcha's slew of one night stands and hookups with women reeked of overcompensation.
Like the old Shakespearean quote said; 'the lady doth protest too much, methinks.'
So here Tien was, and had been for years now. Bouncing between trying to move on, and trying to coax Yamcha out of the closet.
The three eyed man shook his head and left the room. It wouldn't do to have Yamcha wake up and find Tien there in bed with him. Besides, Yamcha was a big boy fighter, he could handle this alone.
Tien left the room, wanting to start getting ready for the ceremony. Still preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't notice the shadow around the corner. Quickly, something dashed forward and stuck a small wedge of paper between the door and the door frame, keeping it from closing completely, and then dashed back around the corner.
Tien felt something and spun around, but found nothing. "Hello?" He called out.
No answer.
He stood there for five seconds, sensing for any ki, before he shrugged and headed down the hall to his own suite to change outfits.
After he'd stop the door from locking, the shadow counted to five before dashing down the corridor again. After all, there was a ceremony to prepare for.
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The time came for the wedding and all the guests had prepared themselves for the event.The creme de la creme of high society and the LGBT community had gathered to witness the historical event along with friends and family of the bride, and the pack of course. Everyone had dressed to impress, except for Beerus and Whis. They wore their same outfits which were already impressive, and if that wasn't enough, well, good luck telling Beerus that. It'd been an uphill battle getting most of the pack into tuxes, especially Broly with his large size. Not to mention, most of them hated the restrictiveness of the outfits. It was horrible for someone who was used to running around (half) naked. Bardock had refused to take off his bandanna and was getting a lot of strange but also very interested looks. The looks turned back to confused when they saw that there was seemingly three of them. Most of the guests believed Goku, Turles, and Bardock to be triplets, and a couple of them even asked, to which Bardock simply scoffed and explained their relationship. And of course, the guests couldn't believe Bardock was not only the 'father' of Goku, but also had a great grandchild. They then started to ask for the name of his anti-wrinkle creams, to which Bardock simply looked confused about what that was. Mind you, most of the gay guys' gazes were bouncing between the pack and the altar.Bulma and her designer friends had outdone themselves when it came to the pack's tuxes, and they fitted like a glove, thanks to Bulma's measurements.So yes, the Saiyans stole much of the attention of the guests.The biggest attention grabber was Vegeta though, as he stood at the altar, dressed in a black suit that looked like it'd been poured on him, highlighting the compact contours of his hard body. Even Goku had to shift a bit in his seat when he saw him. For all that Vegeta scoffed about fashion he was a vain diva at heart, and damn if he didn't look good when in a tux. With that said though, Goku looked at Broly next to him. The large hard body hidden under the straining fabric, Broly's smell, and the image of him tearing it off, made Goku have to cross his legs to hide his reaction.The others looked good as well. While Toma and Bardock had complied reluctantly, Turles had, predictably, gone full diva with the personal dresser assigned to help them.Bulma had gone all out, and once again supplied them with a whole wardrobe for not just the wedding but parties and such. It made more sense now why Vegeta had told them all to only bring necessities. Unbeknownst to them, Bulma had also done it to keep her future models from looking like they'd just survived two months in the wilderness. Turles was just glad it had been tailored to them individually.If he was going to have to wear something so concealing, it'd better look fabulous.There he sat with a tight, deep dark purple tuxedo and glimmering, blood red, high heels. And he made them look 'fiiiine', as he said so himself.He'd even gotten a thumbs up from Jean earlier. Nonetheless, he might look fab as fuck, but he still hated wearing so many clothes and hoped this would be over fast, after all, he had other plans for tonight, plans that involved significantly less clothing. Soon the music started and Vegeta's breath hitched as he saw Toma and Raditz walking down the aisle, followed by Dr. Briefs and Bulma.All the guests stood up and the Saiyans imitated the action. They weren't familiar with the Earthian tradition of a union, so this was a fitting case of 'monkey see, monkey do.' As the soon to be once-more-bride and 'groom' walked the aisle, the guests threw flower petals at their feet. Raditz thought it odd that people would make such a mess deliberately. He locked eyes with Vegeta and suddenly, he felt too hot under the collar of his suit. His hair was in a high ponytail this time around, and even so, Raditz could feel himself begin to sweat, regardless of the cool temperature.He couldn't even get a 'tic-toc' now that Goku had spilled the beans about them. He chanced a glance behind him and saw Bulma, cool as a cucumber, without a care in the world. Maybe he was the only one who got nervous around matings/weddings? Raditz reached the altar and Toma patted his back before heading to the seats. He turned around and waited for Bulma, and 'ho, boy' was there a lot of people watching, he swallowed heavily before he felt Vegeta's tail slide down his own in a comforting gesture. He relaxed a bit but was still nervous.Dr. Briefs escorted his daughter to the left side of her soon-to-be-second-partner and gave Bulma a kiss on the cheek before he walked back to the seats, taking his place next to Panchy. Raditz glanced at Bulma again and now he could pay close attention to her attire. She was wearing a see-through white gown, embroidered with complex patterns and jewels placed here and there. Her neck and shoulders were exposed, as well as the very top of her chest and her entire back.On his right, stood Vegeta, wearing a black sharp looking tuxedo, with a red flower in one of his pockets. He wore his ever present white gloves, however, these were specifically tailored for this occasion. They were more regal looking and had a red gem positioned on them at the wrist.Suddenly, old nerves flared up again, both of them looked so regal, like they belonged here... What was he doing here? He didn't fit in here among them, maybe this was a mist-Both Bulma and Vegeta linked their arms around his own, and gave a small squeeze. Raditz hadn't realized he had started hyperventilating. His mate and future mate must've noticed and tried to reassure him. The long haired Saiyan closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing. He heard a voice speaking to them and opened his eyes to see a chubby man wearing a tunic and reading off a book. He really didn't pay attention to the words until the man snapped his fingers in front of Raditz, bringing him back from the clouds. "Raditz, heir of Bardock, do you take these two to be your lawful wedded partners?" The old man asked. "I-I do!" He replied. "And do you, Bulma Briefs, heir of Hakase Briefs and Panchy Briefs, and Vegeta, heir of King Vegeta the Third, take Raditz to be your lawful wedded partner?" "We do." Vegeta and Bulma replied at the same time. "You may kiss the- Uh, bridegroom." The clergyman said as he adjusted his glasses, making sure he read all the terms correctly as Bulma had requested beforehand. Bulma smiled and pulled down Raditz for a kiss. The Saiyan responded with the same eagerness, as the crowd started applauding and cheering for them. Then Vegeta pulled Raditz towards him and kissed him just as passionately. Vegeta and Bulma shared a kiss just for good measure, to seal their three person union. The three turned to the still cheering crowd, Bulma hooked one arm around Raditz's and Vegeta did the same to his other arm. Together the threesome ran down the aisle as the guest threw grains of rice at them. "All this rice wasted." Goku said morosely. "It's for a good cause," Krillin comforted his friend. Bulma passed her bouquet of flowers to Raditz and told him to throw it behind him. Raditz did as told and the guests all bumped into each other trying to catch the flowers. It was unfortunate for them that Saiyans were good throwers, and it would take a really high jump to catch the bouquet. Seeing the commotion to get the flowers, Turles easily jumped and caught the bouquet, thinking it was some sort of prize. "What's this then?" He asked the humans. "It means you're the next in line to get married." Oolong said in a sly voice. "You- You mean what they just did? Not a chance!" Turles quickly threw the bouquet, as if it were on fire, at the group of guests to pass the jinx to someone else. Another person caught it and cheered. Turles was a bit panicked. "They can't force me!" "Of course not." Oolong said, "it's just a tradition, a small superstition from old days. No one's gonna force you." Turles gave a sigh of relief. For a second, he feared the humans would demand that he got married. He'd seen all sorts of cultural traditions across the universe, and he didn't know human culture well enough to know if they really meant it. Soon the crowd dispersed and the after party began.Turles strutted around on his heels, they were horribly impractical but they made almost everything below the waist look amazing.His legs looked more streamlined and his booty popped! He caught Master Roshi's eye and smirked. It was time he paid a visit to a certain human. He'd been surprised, to say the least, when the old pervert had pulled him aside before the Saiyans left to get ready for the wedding and explained his theory about why Yamcha had been such a prick earlier. Always a slut for drama, and in general, Turles had listened and agreed readily to the old man's idea about how to correct Yamcha's behavior, and possibly help him in the long run. He'd prepared earlier by ensuring a stealthy access to the human's room, now he just had to wait until everyone was busy with the party. The others hardly noticed as Turles slipped away and headed towards the guest cabins.
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"Ugh! Finally I can get outta these clothes!" Bardock complained as the pack, sans Vegeta and Raditz, returned to their cabin. "How do humans manage to live with these types of clothing?" Toma griped. "I really dun know, I've never understood this need for 'fancy' t' mean 'uncomfortable'." Goku said. "At least we turned several heads." Turles countered. "Eh, dun care about that." Goku said. He started helping Broly with his tux to avoid Broly tearing it if he tried to take it off by himself. "So what happens now?" Bardock asked as he struggled to get his tight pants off without ripping the seams. "Well, usually there'd be a lot of speeches and dinin' on small portions, but I think Bulma just wants t' get the party started and then after a while she, Vegeta and Raditz will head back to their room, while we can party on." "Why would they go to their room and not party with the rest of us?" Toma didn't understand. "They'll probably want to fuck after all this official nonsense." Bardock answered. "Yes, it's tradition for the couple to have sex on the first night they're married." Goku explained. "Some places even insist that you dun have any sex before gettin' married, at all." The other Saiyans all froze in horror, except for Broly. He was more focused on Goku's hands peeling off his clothing. "No sex… at ALL!!!" Bardock wailed, "but surely-" "No blowjobs either, neither givin' nor gettin'." Goku interrupted, crushing the last ray of hope. Bardock swayed on his feet, the thought alone… It was worse than the pre-moon festival the Saiyans celebrated. Of course, celibacy was optional. The bravest Saiyans would go days without having sex, and some of them didn't even last that long. But to go their entire adult life without sex before mating? Unspeakable. Goku finished getting the jacket off of Broly and was undoing the shirt buttons, when Broly became impatient and just inhaled deeply, and popped the rest of them off. "Broly! These suits are expensive." Goku reproached his mate. "I'm tired." Was Broly's simple reply. "...Okay, it has been a long day for ya. Just try t' keep them whole in the future, ya saw how Bulma got about her clothes at the show back in the cave?" Goku asked. He was in no hurry to be forced into a bunny suit again. Broly just nodded, and looked longingly towards the nest.They got the rest of the suit off him in one piece, and Broly dragged his feet over to the nest and curled up in it. Goku wanted to mingle a bit, having spent so long away from his friends, so he removed his own outfit, and helped the others get into their more 'Saiyan-friendly-party-outfits'. Soon they were all done, "ya guys go ahead, I'mma say goodnight t' Broly." Goku told them. The others nodded and headed back to the party.Goku crawled into the nest and settled himself next to his mate. Broly was clearly close to falling asleep but Goku wanted to be sure he was asleep before leaving him alone in a new and strange place. "Ya okay now?" Goku curled close to him, nuzzling his hair. Broly smiled and nodded, closing his eyes. "Okay, I'll head down t' the party, but I'll be back soon, and if ya miss me just flare your ki and I'll come back, okay?" Goku said before starting to purr to calm Broly down further and get him to sleep. It didn't take long before the wild Saiyan was sound asleep, and Goku gently extracted himself from his side.Goku kissed Broly good night and he left to join the others on the lower deck. Goku suddenly felt very angry for some reason, but he decided to ignore it, chalking it up to maybe hunger. - Turles held back until 'Dock and Toma disappeared around the corner after they descended the second flight of stairs. He then quietly walked down the hall to where Goku's friend was, making sure his ki was low. It had been a lot of practice before Turles was able to control his power level. Goku had said it was a very nifty trick and had given the pack a crash course on how to mask their ki. Turles had struggled with it, but eventually was able to control it.Nifty trick indeed.The paper was still where he had left it. Good, the fool is still inside. He thought to himself.The dark skinned Saiyan opened the door quietly and crept in. The room was pretty dark, to a human that is, though a small beam of light came in from between the two curtains. Turles stood there in the dark and observed the sleeping form of the idiot human. He quietly slid off his clothes until fully naked, before crawling up on the bed, and carefully peeling back the cover. Checking to see if the human was still knocked out, he then gently removed Yamcha's clothes.It took a while to do it while avoiding waking the human up, but finally he was bared. Hmm, not bad for a human, Turles had to give him that. Nice bod, but the dick was slightly smaller than a locker's regular one. It seemed thicker around the head though, with an odd scarring below it. Turles shrugged. He'd handled both bigger, smaller, and weirder dicks in his life. Turles leaned in and gave it a lick. The Saiyan made a face. Humans did not taste as good as Saiyans, but again, Goku had warned them and Turles had been around a lot of both pleasant and unpleasant genitalia. It was not a deal breaker.Besides, tonight Turles wasn't here for the giggles. At least not until later when the idiot human woke up. Carefully he started sucking on the dick, keeping one eye trained on the human's face, as the dick slowly started to swell in his mouth. Turles' other hand helped stretch himself and get slick, and once he felt the cock in his mouth was as hard as it was going to get, Turles removed himself from it and slowly straddled Yamcha's waist. He aligned his breeder with the 'smallish dick' and sunk down. Turles could already tell he was not going to come from Yamcha's dick alone.He spared a thought of sympathy for the females (and males) of this planet and then started a slow pace.A moan came out of Yamcha's mouth and Turles' fangs gleamed in the dimly lit room as his smirk got bigger.The old man had said Yamcha needed a little push in the right direction, but the ex thief was too stubborn to let anyone but himself steer him. And Yamcha was doing a piss-poor job at it.Turles could smell a closet sub a mile away, and the human definitely had a bit of 'bottom' air around him. The 'sub' part would have to wait a bit though, right now the human first had to admit he liked cock too, before anything else could be introduced. Leaning back on his hands, Turles changed the angle and rotated his hips in a tantalizing manner. The human stirred, hips lifting from the mattress to meet the Saiyan's thrusts.Turles slyly grabbed a hold of one of Yamcha's hands and brought it to his dick. Clumsy fingers wrapped around it and Turles helped Yamcha pump his cock. The Z-Fighter's fist tightened a fraction, and his hand started moving on its own accord as the human moaned again. "Mmmm, you feel so good inside me." Turles lied, only to plant the seed in Yamcha's clouded mind. Yamcha's brow furrowed and he stirred some more. His hand stopped pumping Turles' cock for a second before continuing its previous motion. Turles leaned forward, down to Yamcha's ear and whispered, "I knew you'd come around once you'd try me~" He then bit the earlobe as soft as he could to not harm the human. Yamcha moaned again. The hand not stroking Turles' cock came up to caress the Saiyan's hair.Yamcha's hips stuttered weakly as he started to come, hand still grasping Turles' hair and pulled it upwards. Turles followed along, hoping to maybe catch the shocked look on the human's face.Turles felt the first weak spurts of cum inside him as the human's dark eyes flickered open, struggling to focus on the face in front of his own. "Oh, gods- GOKU!" Yamcha moaned his friend's name, and finished hard inside the Saiyan. In the end, Turles' face was the shocked one, as he sat there feeling the human finish inside him and soften again. The human's eyes rolled to the back of his head and slid shut, and he was fast asleep again. The silence was heavy in the room. Well….that had been unexpected to say the least.It was hardly the first time he'd been a stand in for Kakarot, but this added a whole new layer to the messy situation. Making sure the human really was asleep again, Turles rose up and let the dick slide out of him. He gathered his clothes and sneaked out. He grabbed the piece of paper he had used earlier as a door stopper and gave Yamcha one last glance before leaving. Turles found the room next door to be unused, and such, open to anyone in need of a soft surface, or in his case a shower, fast.Knowing fully well how the party would likely end, Bulma had left the unoccupied rooms unlocked for guests to use as they pleased, heavily aided by the big bowls of condoms and lube packets generously located in the hallways. After a thorough rinse, and a quick jerking session, he dried off and was about to put his clothes back on when he noticed they had a bit of Yamcha's smell on them, even though he didn't go near the human with them on. Cursing mentally, Turles headed for the pack's suite to get a new change of clothes. Hopefully the other pack members wouldn't notice or care. Hoping to find the old man and get an idea about where to go from here, he headed back towards the pack's room.
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"There you are, Goku!" Krillin waved his friend over. The group was seated in a lounge area outside on the lower deck having drinks and talking about this and that. "Hey, guys." Goku greeted them and took a seat across from his friends. "Bulma hasn't come down yet?" "Nah. She and her 'husbands' are probably having their own party upstairs." Oolong elbowed Krillin playfully. Krillin just took a deep breath and ignored the pig's dirty mind. Goku nodded and looked around. Everyone was here; Master Roshi, Krillin, Tien, Eighteen, Videl, his parents, Oolong, Gohan, Piccolo, Turtle, Turl- "Where's Turles?" "He probably had to go use the bathroom facilities," Bardock answered, "it's been a while though." "Maybe he can't figure out how to use the teelet." Toma whispered non too quietly. "You mean toilet?" Gohan looked at his grandparents. It was so strange to refer to these aliens as his 'grandparents'. Especially his 'grandmother'. It was hard combining the image of an elderly woman with the muscular, way too young looking, seemingly male warrior who downed drinks like they were made of water.These aggressive, sex crazed warriors, sitting there, enjoying their cocktail… Even though they didn't seem to be affected at all by the alcohol. "Mm, that." Toma took a sip of his Negroni, humming while he did so. This was probably his tenth drink and all this time, he felt like he was drinking sugary water. Still good though. "Aren't these good?" He asked his mate, who was sitting next to him and leaning on him. "I only wish they were stronger." Bardock stared wistfully at his Alligator Sperm cocktail. He was tickled silly that humans would call a drink 'sperm' and not have any actual sperm in it. He had even asked the waiter if it had semen in it, to which the waiter had blushed furiously and told him no.It was nicely sweet though, so it could've been worse. Master Roshi drank from his old reliable beer mug, wondering how well Yamcha and Turles were faring. Goku suddenly gave a loud moan and slapped his hands over his mouth. "Are you- Okay there, buddy?" Krillin asked. Goku let go of his mouth, "yeah, I'm perfectly- Ooooh~ Fuck!" He doubled over, cheeks flushed, and legs desperately trying to cover his forming erection. Bardock and Toma looked at their cub, then at themselves and spoke 'Vegeta' at the same time and burst out laughing, much to Goku's chagrin. A waiter came by and asked Goku if he wanted anything to drink. Honestly, a drink sounded nice. "Give me the strongest drink ya have." Goku told the waiter. "Hahaaaa, now we're talking!" Oolong was quick to change subjects and gulped down the rest of his screwdriver and asked for another one. There was something to be said about pigs and screwdrivers. "So where's your sweetheart?" Eighteen asked the Earth Saiyan. "Oh, he's sleepin'. He had a full day." Goku crossed his legs. "You decided to join us rather than sleep with your boyfriend? That's cute." Oolong commented in a suggestive voice. "Mate." Goku corrected. "I haven't seen ya guys in ages, and I can always I.T. back t' him if needed." He explained, feeling Vegeta's pleasure through the bond. "Where have you been living all this time?" Krillin asked. "Oh~ I've been on Vampa. It's a real dump. There are hardly any animals, almost no plants, and it ain't g-got water." "WHAT?!" Came the response of a few. "We live in a cave, all of us." Bardock shrugged. "I've had worse." "If it's such an inhospitable planet, why don't you come live on Earth?" Eighteen asked. "Well, that was because of Broly. See, Broly is really, really strong, -mmmm!- But since he's never had anyone strong enough t' train with before, he never learned t' control his power, and so -gasp- We're stayin' there until he le-EARNS enough control for it t' be safe. We prefer him blowin' up a nearly uninhibited- uninhabited planet, rather than Earth." Goku panted. There was silence for a few seconds, everybody looking at Goku and his weird behavior, before Eighteen replied, "much appreciated." Dryly. "But he can control it now, right?" Oolong asked. "Ohh, yeaaah~ He's gotten much better. As long as no one pressures him or somethin', he's good. And worst case scenario, VEGETA! Or myself will grab him and I.T. out." Goku gave Oolong a big innocent grin, which honestly scared the pig a bit. Bardock stifled a laugh and tossed in his two cents. "Ya can always just fuck him calm again, cub." He laughed. "BABA!" "OI!!" Came from Goku and the Earth group minus Eighteen and Piccolo. "What? Kakarot fucks him on a daily basis." Bardock lifted his hands. "In fact, that was how they started off, right? Broly was losing control and ya sucked him off to calm him? Ya guys shoulda seen Broly when he was in his rut! He was like a fucking machine I tell ya! Or the time after we did body shots on my brat here and Broly grabbed him and… HEY! Can we do body shots here?!" "NO, BABAAAA~!" Goku moaned. He just hid his face, knowing there was no way to censor his center, while everyone but the full Saiyans gawked at the supposedly innocent Goku. Gohan had given up and shoved his fingers in his ears, trying desperately NOT to dwell on the mental images. "Say, what are those people doing over there?" Toma tried gearing the conversation towards another topic. "What do you mean? They're dancing." Krillin replied. Piccolo groaned. He knew what was coming and he would rather go to his room and meditate.He liked meditating. No matter how much Nail's far away voice suggested he did it too much. "You mean to tell us you've never seen dancing before?" Eighteen couldn't believe them. "I've seen similar things on other planets. It was never a big thing on Vegetasei, and ya can imagine how 'fun' parties in the Frieza force were." Bardock replied. "Besides when we wanted to have fun in a large group pressed up against each other, we'd just-" "OKAY, SO DANCIN'! WHO WANTS T' TRY?" Goku interrupted. "Why don't you guys let loose and have fun here? This isn't the Frieza Force." Eighteen got up from her lounge chair and looked at Krillin. "What- Oh, nononono. You go ahead and have fun, Eighteen." "Fine." Eighteen walked towards Videl. She practically pulled her out of her chair, making the younger woman squeal. "Wait! I don't know how to- Eighteen!" "We must show these Saiyans how to have a good time." Eighteen started gyrating her hips to the beat of the music and lifting her hands in the air. "Just how many drinks have you had?" Videl asked the android. "Too many. Now dance with me." Videl sighed and started copying Eighteen's movements. "Now things are getting interesting." Oolong took the new screwdriver the waiter just brought and drank out of it. Master Roshi adjusted his glasses. "Indeed." "You two are perverts." Tien shook his head. The waiter gave Goku his drink and left to tend to other partiers. Goku took a big sip out of it and shivered. "Okay, this is strong. Not as strong as the absinthe though. Mmmmmmm~" "I'll have one of those." Came a voice from behind them. Heads turned and found Turles slinking up to the seats. "What the fuck are ya wearing." Bardock demanded rather than asked. "Oh, this? I found this little number among the clothes in my part of the wardrobe. Bulma has good taste." In their suite, Turles had a wide variety of clothing to choose from and since Turles' previous outfit might have given away who he'd been with, Turles decided a quick change wouldn't be amiss. "Okay, but why did you change?" Toma asked. "Just enjoy the view~" Turles winked at the taller Saiyan and crossed his legs, showing off his new high heels. Bardock's hackles rose. The dark skinned Saiyan was wearing a short and tight striped dress that seemed to be held together by strings at the sides, leaving almost his entire sides exposed. And of course, he wasn't wearing any underwear, as was expected, Goku noticed as well as everybody else. Goku flagged another waiter and asked for a drink for Turles, and for Bardock too. Hopefully they'd be too busy drinking to argue. "Hey, Gohan! Ya wanna dance with me like old times?" Goku asked his son, mind too cloudy to realize what he had just asked. Gohan choked on his drink and almost spit it halfway across the deck. "Daaaad! We use to do that when I was little!" "About time then, wouldn't ya say?" Goku nervously laughed. He got up to coax the demi Saiyan into dancing, but Gohan resisted. "Dad! Mr. Piccolo is right there!" He whispered angrily. Of course, the Namekian could hear him perfectly. "He can join too!" Goku just replied, completely missing the point, making the green man blanch. The enthusiastic warrior didn't relent and in the end, Gohan gave in. The two joined Videl and Eighteen and soon the four of them were dancing. Toma looked at Bardock and tilted his head towards the makeshift dance floor. "In yer dreams." Bardock replied, downing his drink. "Alright, I see how it is." Toma sulked. "If you don't feel like it, I can-" Turles started. By some weird coincidence Bardock had a change of heart right around there, and dragged Toma towards the dance floor. As the group observed the dancers, Turles scooted closer to Roshi. "We need to talk." Was the first thing the Saiyan said. Roshi looked at him expectantly. Turles explained what had happened with Yamcha (Piccolo pretended not to hear anything), and Master Roshi sat for a good while, analyzing and plotting where to go from here based on the new info. "Okay, I'll take it from here, you go have fun." Was all he said in the end. Turles smirked, and headed towards the dance floor. He found Bardock trying to dance with Toma, trying being the key word. "Mind if I cut in?" He asked and started dancing with Toma. Having been around several planets and intergalactic parties, he knew how to dance. "HEY!" Bardock shouted. "Relax, I'll teach Toma and he can teach you, no need to get territorial, Bardy. I'm pack now." Turles said with a smirk. "But I-" Toma interrupted, "it's okay, 'Dock, anyone can see how uncomfortable you are dancing, we can practice later, okay?" Toma suggested. Having no ground to object on, Bardock decided to get another drink at the bar and keep an eye out for Turles. Master Roshi watched him go and gave it a few minutes before joining the scarred warrior at the bar. "If ya've come to ask me to dance yer crazier than I thought." Bardock snarled. "Oh, no, no, I'm past my dancing years. I was hoping to talk to you about Yamcha." "What about that idiot?" "Well, it would be nice to change his way of viewing homosexuality, wouldn't you say?" Master Roshi looked at Bardock from above his glasses. "Homo- What?" Bardock didn't understand what the old man meant. "I heard from your mate earlier that you are dexterous with your… Ahem, oral faculties. Far be it from anyone to not admit they're wrong after getting an experience of a lifetime." Bardock squinted at the old man. A smirk slowly crept on his face. He knew exactly what the old man wanted.
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Bardock was not one to mix with other species, in bed. But if push came to shove, he would take a deep breath and overlook the fact that he was sexing up a non-Saiyan. Especially if this non-Saiyan needed to be taught a lesson or two.At least there wasn't much of an overall superficial difference between Saiyans and the human male form, Bardock told himself as he made his way to the guest cabins. He remembered Yamcha's scent, so finding his room wouldn't be a problem. The old man had told Bardock that Yamcha had reacted so badly towards Goku most likely because he harbored feelings towards the Earth raised Saiyan and was bitter that he lost his chance at being with Goku, first with Chichi having snatched him up right after they'd met Goku as an adult, and now Broly had seemingly swooped in and done the same, resulting in Yamcha now hiding his emotions behind a veil of anger and prejudice. Most likely also a good portion of self hatred, he just took it out on Goku for not being the idolized version Yamcha had built up. Bardock had had a 'light bulb' moment then. Roshi wanted him to pass as Goku to see if Yamcha indeed reacted how he did because of his feelings towards Goku or if he was really just an asshole (which Roshi highly doubted). Bardock chewed on his stick one more time before pocketing it.As he turned a corner he saw the human down the darkened hallway, leaning up against the wall. It seemed the quest would be easier than he thought. Bardock smirked evilly and removed his bandana. Show time. - Yamcha's head was pounding. He didn't remember much from after the meal and everything swam before his eyes. It'd been strange waking up naked in his room, but he did recall glimpses of his 'dream' and figured he'd stripped naked and 'helped himself' and just didn't remember.He'd managed to shower and dig out some new clothes, and was currently trying to remember the way to a bar, while taking a break, leaning against the wall for support. Urghh! Why does the lighting have to be so dim? He thought to himself. Bulma and her 'romantic ambiance'. People were not just going to fuck, although he bet Goku and Broly were- NO! Not going there.Honestly though, it was hard enough finding his way when he could see properly, but like this… Still, it hurt his eyes less being here in the dark corner of the hallway, so he'd wait here before giving it another try. His head was still fuzzy from all the alcohol he'd ingested. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, almost losing his balance while doing it. Goku? It was hard to make out in the dark but the shape of that hair… A warm body pressed against his own, pushing him up against the wall. "Wha- Goku, what are you doing?!" Yamcha demanded. "Shhhh." Came a low voice in his ear. Something about it made Yamcha's brain try to react, but the alcohol drowned it out. Suddenly, a hand grasped his cock, and started caressing it through his trousers. Yamcha gasped, and clung to 'Goku'. "S-stop, I'm not-" The uncertainty in Yamcha's voice could be sliced with a knife. "Why? Look how hard yer already." Was whispered into Yamcha's ear. "That- That doesn't mean anything. I'm- I had too much to drink…" "Yer point? That doesn't change if ya like something or not." Memories of a palm haired person riding him drifted through Yamcha's mind. Now he really wasn't sure if that had been a dream or not. Yamcha opened his mouth to protest, but not one word came out. He was much too focused on what that hand was doing to him. "Relax, leave it all to me." Was the last thing 'Goku' said before pulling back and sinking down to his knees. Deft hands opened his trousers with no problem, and suddenly Yamcha's view was nothing but flashes of colors. "Ohhh, fuck!" Yamcha gasped as the hottest and best mouth he'd ever been in closed around him. Two hands grasped the 'palm hair' while Yamcha tried not to have his whole soul sucked out through his dick, despite 'Goku's' best attempts. "Gods! When did- How are you doing that?" Yamcha panted. The only answer was an increase in the pace, and Yamcha's knees started buckling.Yamcha had had his more than fair share of one night stands, but somehow 'Goku' suckled him better than any of his bed partners. And the fact that it was 'Goku', THE 'Goku, savior of the universe, strongest warrior alive, so strong and good and kind and everything Yamcha had wanted to be… Or have', on his knees pleasuring him with his mouth, it made this all the sweeter. "Goku, I'm gonna…" Yamcha gasped out. 'Goku' upped the ante by increasing the suction and-What happened after Yamcha would never be able to tell since it all blurred together in an explosion of color and lights as his body shuddered and spilled itself down his 'childhood friend's' throat. His eyes rolled back as his knees finally gave out and he slumped to the ground. Strong hands grabbed his ass and lowered him down, while the mouth pulled away from the softening member. Bardock rose up and looked down on the human, before he made his way over to a large plant in the corner and spat out the semen, during which he contemplated a few things. First off, human semen did not taste good like his cub had said, secondly, it seemed this was a bigger mess than first assumed, it always was when emotions were involved, and thirdly, he had no idea about how to fix that part. So Bardock did the best he could do in situations where emotions were high strung. He left. Yamcha barely registered 'Goku' leaving him just like that. Just like he had done many times to a lot of girls after the night was over. Slam, Bam, thank you, ma'am. As his mental faculties returned to him, Yamcha was made more aware of what just happened. Had Goku been just playing with him? Did sweet, innocent, and kind Goku just pull a Yamcha, ON YAMCHA? Did he do all this just to teach him a lesson?Yamcha's voice caught in his throat. This little tryst hadn't meant anything to Goku, Yamcha was sure of it. Goku would've at least helped him up if he cared.On that note, Yamcha pulled himself to his feet. He'd rather not be caught dick out, alone, and drunk in a corner if he could avoid it.
Wow, Goku just left me.
He was letting this get to him more than he should, but it just bothered him that his friend would do that. Had he said something to piss him off?Fighting back any other reactions that might jeopardize his 'macho jock' status, Yamcha shook himself and made his way to the bar, like he originally planned before Goku happened. - Not long after, Raditz, Vegeta, and an ecstatic Bulma made their way outside to the lower deck. Raditz still had trouble sensing energy signatures, so Vegeta guided his mates to where the others were gathered. They passed Beerus and Whis on their way, Bulma waved at them politely, not wanting to interrupt the food they were currently stuffing their mouths with, while Raditz nearly broke his back standing straight up from Beerus' proximity. The trio then continued weaving among the guests until they reached their friends. "Bulma!" Oolong announced her. "Hey guys! How's it hanging? I see some of you are having fun." Bulma observed Goku and the others dancing. "You got Gohan to dance? That guy's a stiff." She sat down next to Toma, while Raditz and Vegeta took their own lounge chairs. Toma had eventually given up on this dancing thing and had gone back to idle chatting with Goku's friends. Turles had danced for a while longer until his feet in high heels had protested. "Hey, father-in-law~" Bulma patted Toma's hard thigh. The third oldest Saiyan snorted, having been taught before the wedding all these Earthian terms for family members. Honestly, (level) circle, cub, brother, mate, source, and carrier, were the only family terms used on Vegetasei. It made things much simpler. Humans sure made things complicated for themselves. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grand cousins, and in-laws and what have you.How they managed was beyond Toma. Bulma was his cub's mate, and as such, in his circle. Simple as that. "Well, hello, cub- Er… Uhhh." Toma snapped his fingers several times. " Son- No. Daughter -in-law?" Bulma giggled. "Yes, that's the human term, but just call me Bulma, ok?" She said, tossing her new father-in-law a bone. "Oh, thank gods." Toma exhaled in relief. He wasn't sure he could remember all these terms. "Anyway, sorry about the wait, hope you're all having a good time." "We are~" drawled Turles. "Speaking of, judging by Kakarot's fidgeting before, you guys must've had some fun too, right?" Came the smug voice of the pirate. "Ohh, yes, we did. I see you made good use of the wardrobe for you guys." Bulma said, dragging her sight over Turles' scantily clad form. "Woman, he is not worth your while." The Prince snarled. "I'm only looking, hun." Bulma raised her hands in defense. "Oh! Waiter! Some poison if you please." A waiter came over and Bulma told him what drinks to bring. Absinthe for the Saiyans, and a classic margarita for her. "Ohh, Bulma. I think I like you." Turles said, plucking a drink from the presented platter when the waiter came back. Bulma laughed and scooted closer to Turles. "Why, thank you. Just ignore Vegeta, I've needed someone to talk fashion and bitch with, and while Vegeta can be a bitch, he kind of falls short on the other point," she said in a conspiratorial voice. "Not just there~" Turles stage whispered back looking over at Vegeta with a gleam in his eyes. Bulma smiled, "true, but as long as it's not where it counts~" she responded smugly. "True, true." Turles said. "Cheers" He held up his drink. "Turles. You best behave if you know what is good for you." Vegeta said in a warning voice. "Quiet Prince, the adults are talking." The dark skinned Saiyan snarked. Before Vegeta could explode, Bulma raised her glass, "to big Saiyan dicks!" She said wickedly and clinked her glass against Turles'. "I'll drink to that." Came a voice from behind them suddenly. Everyone's heads turned towards Bardock making his way towards the group. "There you are." Toma said. "Did you go to the… Tielet?" He said, still forgetting the name of the weird thing. Bardock hummed and sat next to his mate. He stole a rather large sip from Toma's drink and swished it around his mouth. Toma stared at him with an incredulous expression. "You didn't." Bardock swallowed the absinthe. "I most certainly did." "Who?" "Oh, just some schmuck. Does it really matter? I was bored." Bardock turned to look at Goku still dancing, and called out to him. "You were right, cub! Human spunk is nasty as-" "OKAY, changing subject." Came Krillin's voice. Meanwhile, Goku tried desperately not to look like that weirdo-shouting-about-sperm was in anyway connected to him, no matter what their looks suggested.
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Eventually, the dancers stopped and went back to their seats, both to take a breather and get refills on their drinks.
They made more small talk, the Saiyans getting to know more about the Earthians and the Earthians getting to know more about the Saiyans.
Gohan and Videl had to come to terms that THIS was their family.
Goku desperately tried to steer the conversation away when it got too raunchy by human standards, but he could only do so much.
'Dock didn't help things either, not to mention Turles or Bulma. Even Toma had to elbow Bardock a few times. Vegeta was just amused at how hard they tried.
Goku kept flagging for drinks, it'd do little to stop the pack, but hopefully it'd keep his Earth friends from remembering too much.
Just then, a familiar voice greeted them.
"Heeeeey~" A buzzed Cheelai greeted them. "There- You all have been."
"Please forgive her, she's had a bit too many to drink." Lemo apologized for her.
"Honey, we all -hic- have." Bulma scooched over to Turles and patted the now empty seat next to her. Lemo and Cheelai both squeezed in between Bulma and Toma.
"Yeah, we have!" Videl joined in, taking a sip of her drink.
Cheelai spotted Turles in his revealing dress. "Heeeeeeyyyyyyy there~" Came out in what was properly intended to be in a seductive voice.
Turles snorted and started laughing at Cheelai's poor attempt at trying to sound sexy, he waved her closer and pulled her down on his lap. Now Bardock, Toma, Lemo, and Bulma had more space to sit comfortably. "Sooo, have you guys had a fun night?" He asked his… Female friend with perks.
"Oh- Pshhhh- We met -hic- a whole buncha people." Cheelai grinned at her lover. "You can't BELIEVE how many people are into -hic- my beautiful green skin. Tell- Tell him, Lllllemo."
Lemo hid his face in his hands and shook his head.
"And the drinks taste really good, so you -hic- be nice or…" She stopped while trying to come up with a consequence.
"Yeees?" Turles asked, indulging her.
"Or I won't fuck you, there!" She tried to make a victorious gesture but almost slid from Turles' lap instead.
"Think you need a dick before you can withhold it, just Saiyan." Turles stabilized the giggly woman with one arm.
Cheelai looked like she had an epiphany, "right… Bul-Bulma can you get me -hic- a dick?" She asked.
Bulma snorted, "sure thing. You guys can even pick out what features it can have."
Both Cheelai and Turles made excited 'Oh' faces.
Piccolo's eye twitched as he just looked determinedly into his drink, aka, glass of water.
"YES, I'mma get a dick, and then not fuck you with it if you're -hic- not good." She smiled at her plan.
"Whatever you say, Cheelai." Turles said, "but we both know I'm not a good boy."
Gohan chanced a glance at Turles and blushed.
"Ohh, Videl, you guys can have one too, if you want." Bulma tossed out, casual as you please.
"WHAT?!" Gohan and Videl both exclaimed, turning bright red.
Cheelai added her two cents, "Yeah, -hic- Saiyans love a dick up their… The cunt thing." The green alien wiggled her finger. "Bet he'd like it." She nodded along to her own logic.
Most of the humans looked more confused than embarrassed for a moment.
"His what now?" Oolong asked.
Bulma was bursting with excitement here. "OHH, I can explain, you see-"
Piccolo got up. "This is where I take my leave." He said goodnight to the group and left for his room to meditate, not NAP no matter what Nail said… Or Kami, for that matter.
Eighteen looked at his disappearing form. "Okay, will someone please explain now?"
Bulma then gleefully told everyone about the wonders of Saiyan biology, relishing in the confused, then shocked, then disbelieving faces of the audience.
"So, when she said 'cunt' she really meant…" Oolong trailed off.
"A Saiyan vagina or 'mangina', yes indeed." Said Bulma.
Oolong looked slack jawed over at Turles, who just wiggled his fingers at the pig in a 'come hither' way.
Cheelai slapped Turles' shoulder.
"What? I told you, I'm a bad boy."
"Yes, you are~" Cheelai smiled, lost in very pleasant memories. "I mean -hic- NO, you stop that now."
"But you'll miss it if I do stop, and if I don't stop, then…" Here he let Cheelai do the math for herself.
Cheelai looked confused again, "but if you don't stop being a bad boy then I'll never get to use it -hic- and I want toooo~" She looked like she had been tasked with figuring out the meaning of life rather than whether or not to fuck her lover.
Goku suddenly reached over and punched Vegeta in the arm.
"Ow? What the fuck, Kakarot?!"
Gohan asked, "yeah, why did you do that, dad?"
"He knows what he did!" Goku blushed and put on an affronted face, rubbing his arm in the exact same spot he had hit Vegeta.
Vegeta just glared, "did you not just hurt yourself now too?"
Goku was silent for about two seconds. "Maybe, but that's NOT the point."
Vegeta just rolled his eyes and resumed drinking.
Goku turned away, undignified, and his gaze landed on his brother. Raditz smirked at him and blew him a kiss.
Goku blushed a deeper shade of red and downed his drink. "I need some more of this." He looked around but didn't see any waiters.
About to get up, Master Roshi stopped him, "I'll get you all some drinks. Goodness knows I'm not doing much else. Toma, can you help an old man with the tray?"
Toma, eager to lend a hand, stood up and followed the bearded human to the bar.
"But yes, I can get you guys some strap-ons, if you want them." Bulma winked at the blushing couples. "Ahh, that reminds me of Yamcha. Believe it or not he loved to get pegged, even more than fucking me, can you believe? That guy is so deep in the closet he's basically in Narnia. Sadly, that was also why we kept breaking up, speaking of, where IS Yamcha? I haven't seen him since… Since dinner actually." Bulma asked the group.
The reactions the question had on the group were clear to see, some looked upset, some embarrassed, and Tien and Goku just looked depressed. Strangely enough, both Bardock and Turles looked smug for some reason.
Vegeta shifted in his seat when he felt the sadness over the bond, and looked concerned over at Goku.
"Whoa?! What's with the faces, you guys? What happened?" Bulma asked.
"Eheheh, Well… You see…" Krillin began.
"Yamcha said something horrible and I knocked him out." Eighteen finished for her husband.
"What?!" Bulma exclaimed.
"Yamcha called Goku a faggot. Then he accused Turles, Bardock, and Toma of being fags too." Oolong took an angry sip from his drink.
A sudden sound of glass breaking caught the group's attention, not to mention the sudden vibrations of the boat.
"VEGETA, NO!" Came from both Bulma and Goku at the same time.
Goku, ever the fearless one, reached over and grabbed Vegeta's shoulders. "THIS is yer wedding night! Ya've waited years for this! Dun ruin it! Not for this!"
"He DARE use such a derogatory term on you!" The Prince's aura came dangerously close to ascending. A few guests noticed the shaking and quaking of the boat, some of them even screamed 'hurricane'.
"I know, I know! But please dun do this! Not here and not now! For Raditz and Bulma's sake if not yers. Please."
Goku's pleading face and voice, and the knowledge that he'd never forgive himself for ruining this day all three of them had waited so long for, being the only things that kept the Prince from flying straight through the ship and ripping the stupid human's head off.
Raditz and Bulma also reached over, and grabbed each of Vegeta's arms gently.
"Vegeta, please listen to us. Don't do this." Said Bulma.
Raditz didn't get what was going on, but he'd rarely seen Vegeta so angry and was afraid of what he might do.
The solution to their problems came in the form of a pissed off blonde.
'SLAP'.
Eighteen put all her strength into it. "Stop this now! I already punched the bastard! If you want to beat him up, do it later and not while we're celebrating. Understood?!"
Everyone gaped at her and Krillin looked like he wanted to propose again.
Vegeta was very surprised by the action, it hadn't hurt in the least, but it was so unexpected. His anger was replaced by shock, and then disbelief.
"You DARE strike m-"
"Oh, grow up! You're acting like a toddler who had too many sweets and now has a stomach ache." Eighteen continued, "I should know, having a kid of my own. And I can put you in the naughty corner too if need be. So suck it up. Nobody likes that Yamcha acted like a total dick, but you don't see US trying to ruin everybody else's fun."
"Krillin. I don't suppose I could borrow your wife?" Turles asked in a rhetorical way.
"Hey!" Cheelai said.
"Oh, don't worry, you can join too. You fuck and she slaps. It'd be amazing." Turles replied, staring with starry eyes at Eighteen and rubbing his legs together.
Krillin made a choked sound between a scoff and a squeal. "NO, you can't borrow her!!!"
Eighteen turned and looked at him, "ahem! I believe that's MY decision?"
She turned towards Turles, "can my husband join in?" She asked in a no-nonsense tone.
Turles looked over at Krillin "...How big is he?" The pirate asked as an answer.
"Huuuuge."
"EIGHTEEN!!!!" Krillin's voice went up a few octaves.
"I figured. Having gotten you for a wife, no offence." Turles said, the last part aimed at Krillin.
The monk glared at the Saiyan and gave him the middle finger.
"But how huuuuge, are we talking?" Turles carried on.
Eighteen showed with her hands, while Krillin hid his face.
Turles looked at her hands, then snorted and barked out in laughter.
"Ohh, honey, you should see Raditz over here, or better yet, Broly. But for those slaps and the one who actually slapped the Prince, I can deal with that." Turles smirked.
"Oh, really? You guys don't think that's big? Very well then. Whip them out." Eighteen ordered.
"BEG YOUR PARDON?" Vegeta said in a shocked voice.
"Ohohohoh, this just got interesting." Oolong piped up.
It was a good thing Turtle had fallen asleep. His poor heart wouldn't have taken this new turn of events.
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"I said. Whip. Them. Out."
"B-but Broly ain't here. It wouldna work without him… Right? Guys?" Goku asked, trying to reign this… Whatever it was, in again.
"Luckily, I have a dick chart!" Exclaimed Bulma.
"I want to see for myself." said Eighteen.
"You can, I'll just use it to show Broly.
As a
stand in if you will." Bulma explained. "Everyone else, you heard her, down with your pants!"
"Here?! I-i-in front of our drinks?!" Goku tried one last ditch attempt.
"Pfffff, since when do you care about nudity, Son?" Bulma gave Goku a look. "All your life you've been carefree and not preoccupied with that sort of thing."
"I dun care about nudity, but not when everyone's eyes are on me!" Goku whined.
"Since when?! You've done a lot more than be naked in front of a crowd." Bulma said with an evil smile. Goku blushed at the reminder.
"That was quite a show back then." Vegeta said. The other Saiyans nodded in agreement.
"THAT WAS DIFFERENT!" Goku just felt too self conscious being naked in front of his friends right now. It was like learning to be a Saiyan and not care about nudity all over again. It was one thing to be naked with his fellow Saiyans, and another thing to bare himself to his friends, whom he had known since forever, so they could see how big his dick was.
Tien tried cautiously, "umm, what are they talking about?"
"NEVERMIND!" Cried Goku.
Bulma carried on, ignoring Goku's outbursts. "Besides, it's my ship. What are they going to do? Toss us out? I think not! Now, you lot, naked. Chop, chop." Bulma sipped her drink like a Bond villain who'd just delivered their monologue.
Predictably, Turles was the first to lift up his dress. He told Cheelai to stand up for a bit while he flashed his package to the others. Raditz followed at which point all the human males simply gawked and crossed their legs feeling very self aware, wondering how the hell he could get it up without passing out from blood loss in the brain.
"But- Toma ain't here either!"
"I'm not where?" Toma had come back from the bar with Master Roshi, and placed the drink trays carefully on the table.
"FUCK!" Goku cussed.
Vegeta just laughed at Goku's predicament, feeling calmer after getting so worked up.
"Wow. That's the first time I've heard you cuss, Goku." Oolong snickered. "What, is it that you don't have a nice rod to go with your big body?"
Goku stared at the pig, his eye twitching. "I give up." He said in a resigned voice. "And I have a perfectly normal locker 'rod', thank ya very much."
Bardock squinted and showed out his hand, spacing out his thumb and index finger a few inches from each other. 'He's tiny.' The old Saiyan mouthed.
"I took after ya, baba, stop that. Yer draggin' yerself down too." Goku just said.
Toma snorted and then looked away when Bardock aimed a stink eye at him.
"So, how- How about you Toma?" Cheelai asked.
"Oh! We're all doing it?" Toma set the tray of drinks on the table, much to the group's delight, and casually slipped down his pants.
Lemo had to hide his face should others see him blushing.
At this point a very nervous waiter finally mustered the courage to come over and politely ask them to put their clothes on again for the sake of the other guests.
Bulma just looked at him, fished out a large sum of bills and tossed it at him with orders to ignore it, and keep the drinks coming.
The waiter looked at the bills in his hands, then at the Saiyans, and then headed back towards the bar.
"Continue." Bulma said like an empress surveying her subjects.
Vegeta modestly crossed his legs.
"Oh, don't think you're exempt from the show."
"Woman. I do NOT show-"
"NO WAY?!" Came Eighteen's voice. "You're big too?!" She said looking at Toma.
"Umm, I gue-"
"YES. He is!" Came proudly from Bardock.
"Honey, this is them with their dick all soft. Saiyans are growers, not showers.
Tien and Krillin practically gulped down their respective drinks.
Eighteen pressed her lips, one side of her mouth tilted up in thought. "Alright. Show us how big you can get."
"Now keep in mind, these boys are latchers, the big boys so to speak. Lockers are a bit more human friendly. Right, Goku?" Bulma winked at her friend.
Goku choked on his drink here. After clearing his throat, he tried one last attempt, "Bulma, come on…"
"Off with them, Son." Bulma said mercilessly.
Goku was done at this point, "was gettin' fucked in front of ya not enough?"
Now Gohan choked on his drink. Videl slapped his back a few times before he was able to croak out a 'WHAT?'
"That was for science, it doesn't count, Son." Bulma said it like she had just been forced to explain that two plus two equals four.
Goku hung his head. This was one battle he could not win.
He dejectedly stood up.
Gohan tensed and he looked away, not wanting to see his dad show off his… Private part, even though Gohan had seen it numerous times. The context was what mattered. And Gohan didn't want to- OH, MY, GODS. He really couldn't help himself. His curiosity got the best out of him and he had to take a peak and now the image was carved inside his brain and-
Gohan was so caught up in his surprise that he didn't notice Turles' eyes on him, noticing the hidden interest on Gohan's face.
"Alright. Make them hard." Eighteen commanded.
Krillin whined, Tien was actually intrigued, Oolong covered his eyes but was obviously looking through his fingers, Master Roshi drank from his beer, Turtle snored, and Bulma kept pestering Vegeta to drop his pants, to which the Prince simply gave her the cold shoulder.
"Why is your oldest friend like this?" Krillin asked Goku.
"Why is yer wife like this?" Retorted the Earth raised Saiyan as he started pumping his flaccid member.
"Good point." Said Krillin.
Bardock butted in here, "if ya need help I can-"
"NO!" Shouted Goku. They were NOT opening that can of worms here and now.
"How about just Toma then?" Said Bardock, internally scoffing at the silly no-blood-relations thing humans had.
"Yeah... Sure." Goku said, knowing fully well there was no way of getting out of this limp.
Bardock needed no further prompting and got started on his mate.
Videl hid her face at this point, praying that it would be over soon, and Gohan followed her example. He did NOT need to see his grandparents getting sexual with each other.
Again a waiter shuffled over, looking everywhere but Bardock and was about to ask them to 'stop, please', when Bulma simply tossed another wad of cash into the waiter’s face, and he shuffled off again.
Honestly, this was an adult LGBT party, what did her employees expect? A tea party?
Meanwhile, Bardock had gotten Toma hard, and reluctantly pulled off his mate, for the sake of inspection.
A chorus of gasps sounded throughout the Earthlings, including some other spectators that happened to catch the handsome warriors getting naked and jacking off. Lemo just shook his head and focused on his drink, already used to the Saiyans being, well, Saiyans.
There was a sound of a body landing on the floor somewhere, but since no one shrieked, Bulma figured it was ok.
Cheelai gave a 'WOOO!' and stumbled over as she tried to sit back down. Turles was able to stabilize her, just before she could fall.
"Okay, I give in. You guys are big." Eighteen said, eyes glued to Toma's pole.
"You should see Broly. Here, have a look." Bulma unfurled the dick chart.
"HOLY SHIT!" Came from all the Earthlings as they read the 'dick chart'.
"I wasn't able to fit Broly." Cheelai called out. "He is -hic- Waaaay too big for little ol' me."
"Bulma, why do ya even have that here?" Asked Goku.
"Never mind that now, the important thing is how are YOU able to walk and not limp around, Son. Because I've seen you take all of it."
Everyone but the full Saiyans now gawked at Goku.
Surprisingly, it was Videl who said what they were all thinking, "you fuck all of THAT on a daily basis?! You have to be popping Senzu beans like tic-tacs!"
"VIDEL!" Came Gohan's horrified voice.
"What? I'm just saying what we're all wondering!" She tried to defend herself.
"Calm down, I only need those if he goes Super Saiyan, I'm just more built for it than a human is, that's all." Goku tried to explain.
"Built for it?! Unless you're missing organs down there, it should still not work!" Eighteen said. "Where do you find the space for it?!"
Goku's entire body turned red and he frowned as best he could at the android. "I just have a part of me where it fits, ok?" Goku said, wanting to move on NOW.
"HANG ON!" Said Eighteen, "if he gets hard while Super Saiyan, then how big-"
Here, Goku just hid his face in his hands and refused to acknowledge any more questions.
Wanting to help his little brother out, Raditz cleared his throat and diverted the group's attention to him. "I'm pretty big myself." He said while exposing his erection with a flourish, proudly showing off.
Hey, if you got it, flaunt it.
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Eighteen's eyes almost popped out of her head. "You fucked that tonight?!" She asked Bulma. "Yep! Sure did. He couldn't go all the way in though. But yeah, I'm -hic- Married to that." She patted the head of Raditz's dick like one petted a dog. Raditz looked unsure how to respond to this new action. Vegeta had no such problem. He reached over and very lightly wacked her hand. "Woman stop this! He is not a pet." Bulma kept petting nonetheless. "But it's so pretty!" She replied. Goku had finally managed to get himself hard, and extra self conscious, "there. Ya've had yer look." Eyes fell on him and comments were withheld. After seeing Toma and Raditz's dicks, Goku's just wasn't that impressive, even though it had a perfectly good size for a human. "And before ya start, I'm average size for a locker." Goku said in a flat tone and lifted his pants again. The stretchy material didn't do much to conceal his state of arousal, but at least it was better than having his dick out. Videl could now finally look in that direction again now that her father-in-law at least was covered, even though it was still tenting his pants. At least she now knew where Gohan had gotten those genes from. Absentmindedly, she wondered what having normal in-laws was like. Toma covered himself as well, his dick had started to wilt since no attention was being paid to it anymore, Raditz followed suit, taking a seat again and downing his drink as he did so, and Turles pulled down his dress and sat back down. "And I'm the same size as my brat here." Bardock nodded at Goku. "But who cares, we still 'have' our mates' cocks in a way, right cub?" Bardock winked. Goku kept silent and just flagged the now very rich but slightly traumatized waiter, for more absinthe. "So what about you, Vegeta? Gonna show us yours? Or is there hardly anything to show?" Oolong, in his drunken mind, dared taunt the Prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta scoffed. "The day I have to prove a pig wrong…" "IS TODAY, Prince Tsundere!" Cried Bulma. Several people choked on their drinks when they heard the name and some curled up laughing. "AGAIN WITH THAT NAME! Tell me what it means!" Vegeta demanded while looking around. Everyone avoiding his eyes. "Don't change subjects on me, Vegeta. We're waiting~" Bulma said slyly. "I do not need to show my cock to a bunch of inferior Earthlings just so you can gawk at me!" "Fine fine, I'll tell them then. It's actually a bit smaller than Goku's, but it's in proportion, so…" Bulma trailed off. Vegeta stared, jaw almost to the ground. "WOMAN! IT IS NOT AND YOU KNOW THAT FULLY WELL!" Bulma smirked like a cat who caught the canary. "Prove it." "Yeah, Prince. Show us what you got." Turles winked at the royal. Vegeta was at his wit's end. "Kakarot, tell them! You have tried it many times!" Here, people choked on their drinks again. "WHAT???!!!" They all cried out. "Ohh, no, Prince Tsundere, I'm sorry but my slow third class brain can't really remember very well. As ya know." Call him petty, but if he had to strip, so did Vegeta. The royal gave Goku a wilting glare, and Goku ignored it, having lots and lots of practice. Check -and fucking- Mate. Vegeta had no other option. He did not want to reduce himself to showing a lower species how big he was, but the thought of them picturing Vegeta with a smaller dick was winning over. With a huff, Vegeta lowered his spandex, grabbed Goku by his shirt, and pulled him down in front of him. "Then use your third class mouth to make me hard." He said ominously. Gasps came from the group. Goku stared slack jawed at the Prince. He was not about to suck Vegeta off in front of his life long friends! Was he?Gohan tried to speak up, he was not ready to see his dad give a blowjob here, or anywhere for that matter. In a surprise move, Videl slapped her hand over his mouth. Gohan prayed someone would interrupt. "Hey! I'm the blowjob master around here! It should be me!" Came Bardock's voice. 'Not what I meant!' Gohan screamed internally. Having his 'grandmother' do it was not much better! Noticing Goku's indecisiveness, Vegeta made it easier for him. He stuck a thumb in Goku's mouth, opening it, and shoved his dick inside. The hand not opening Goku's mouth then buried itself in the younger Saiyan's hair, keeping his head flush with his crotch.Goku gave a surprised choke. He tried pushing himself away, but lacked conviction. He gave up rather quickly, Vegeta's scent WAS intoxicating, and the many glasses of absinthe were clouding his better judgement anyway. With a sigh, Goku started sucking on the soft member.Once Vegeta was sure Goku would not try to get away, he removed his thumb from Goku's mouth while the other helped Goku create a steady rhythm. Goku figured, if he was going to be doing this, there was no way he'd look like he was bad at sucking, at the very least. Bardock would rip him a new one if he shamed him in 'this' area. At this point, the waiter just showed up and collected the cash before placing down some more drinks and leaving without saying a word. Soon enough, Vegeta was at full mast and he pulled Goku off him, giving the others a prime view of his erection. Sure he wasn't as big as some latchers, but he was very well endowed. "Happy?" The Prince snarled, waiting for a few seconds before pulling up his pants. Goku got up and gave Vegeta a dirty look, he plopped down in his seat and grabbed his drink and downed it. "Oh, very much so." Eighteen said in a flat voice. She couldn't believe Saiyans were so hung. Suddenly, Krillin was not as big as she thought he was. He still had a great personality though.Besides there was no way she'd be able to take one of those latcher monsters fully. Turles whistled, "not bad for a locker, eh?" "Well, now that that's over with…" Krillin exhaled, wiping sweat from his forehead, even though the weather was a nice kind of chilly. "Yeah, that was… Informative." Tien tilted his head and grabbed his drink, eager to bury the many images of Saiyan dick from his mind. Toma and Bardock returned to their seats. Toma happened to catch Master Roshi's calculating gaze. "Actually, I'm gooing to take a break." Toma said before sitting down. "Oh? Gonna mingle with the Earthians?" Bardock asked with a knowing smile. "Ehehehe! It's not like that. You know I don't swing that way." Toma scratched the back of his head. He wasn't a good liar. At all. And Bardock could see right through him. "Fine, fine. If ya say so." Bardock grabbed his glass and watched his mate leave to who knows where. Once the group had settled into small talk again, Roshi slid next to Bardock. "You were lucky not to show us yours." "Lucky? Nah. I just didn't need to. I don't care either way." "I take it things went well?" "I've been mistaken for Kakarot a few times. Nothing I couldn't handle." Bardock said in a low voice. "Good, good." Roshi replied. "Hey everyone! We forgot to tell Bardock to show us his!" He laughed like an old creep. "THE FUCK?!" Bardock straightened up in his seat."I fucking told ya, I'm the same size as my brat, AND Turles is my fucking clone! And he flashed ya, there's nothing new to see!" "Oh, come on, Bardy. Everyone had to show off." Turles sneered at Bardock. The conversation interrupted, the group had now all eyes on Bardock, waiting expectantly. Bardock knew they wouldn't let it go until he did the same thing the other Saiyans did.With an exasperated exhale, Bardock stood up and lowered his pants.Everyone leaned over to take a peek apart from the full Saiyans and Gohan. The last thing the demi wanted to see was his grandmother's dick… There were so many things wrong with that thought. The reactions were lacking. "So, it really does look like Goku's" Eighteen said. Bardock just looked at her in a 'DUH!' way. "Now, if ya want to see it hard I'll need a dick to suck on, and since Toma is not here…" He left the question hanging in the air. No one moved, the full Saiyans didn't want to freak out the Earthlings with the incest, he didn't want to give Turles the satisfaction, and the humans were still bound by their sense of modesty and four just didn't have a dick. Vegeta could've done it, but he knew Bardock would pull out all the stops to get it over with fast, and he didn't need the humans seeing him come in a few clicks. "For fucks sake! I'm the best blowjob ya'll ever get!" Said Bardock, annoyed by the humans first demanding he strip and then being shy now. Tien made a fatal mistake. He snorted. "Don't think you're hyping yourself up a tiny bit there?" Bardock narrowed his eyes, and crossed over to where he was sitting, and before the semi drunk demi human could stop him, Bardock ripped off the pants and dove in. Challenge fucking accepted! It took four seconds, well four and a third seconds if you wanted to be precise, before Tien curled his body up and came while seeing stars. He sat dazed while everyone sat dumbstruck, aside from the individuals who knew what Bardock could do. The silence was shattered by Vegeta laughing uproariously at Tien. Oh, he now had so much ammo to rub in the three eyed human's face.Sure, no one stood a chance against Bardock, but the humans didn't know that, and now Tien looked like a bigger quickshot than Raditz with Kakarot. With a smug face, Bardock rose up and went over to the railing and spat out the unpleasant tasting cum. He then swaggered back and sat down, giving the group a full view of his hardening dick. "Anyone else wanna try me?" Bardock offered before he picked up the bottle of absinthe (the waiter had decided to stop going to them and just left the bottles there. The money just wouldn't be enough for all the therapy he would need) and downed it under the astounded eyes of the humans. Challenge fucking won! Raditz wanted to take Bardock up on his offer but held back for the sake of Goku telling them to behave.Cheelai giggled like crazy in Turles' lap.Turles' tail swished around in languid pleasure over the drama unfolding.Lemo had just decided to look up into the sky and pretend nothing was happening. Gohan couldn't get rid of the images of Saiyan cock out of his mind.Videl wasn't sure how she felt about it all. Could Bulma really give her a strap on?Bulma's wicked smile could've lit up the whole cruise ship. Vegeta sat preening over Tien looking like a proverbial virgin. Oolong felt extremely inadequate after seeing that even Bardock had a good size.Tien was still dazed from that amazing orgasm.Goku couldn't believe he had seen his carrier do that to one of his friends.Krillin couldn't believe his wife had caused all this mess.Eighteen was strongly considering Bardock's offer, even if she didn't have a dick, per se.Master Roshi sat there sipping from his beer and watched the events fold.Turtle still lay there snoring, none the wiser. Lucky him. Bulma decided to 'stir the pot' a bit. "And just think, you guys, this is just the first night of the cruise!" Groans where heard all around, while Bulma, Vegeta, and Turles just laughed at their plight.
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"Six undiluted absinthe frappes, a screwdriver, and uh- Oh… Eight margaritas. Original." Master Roshi asked the bartender. "Are you from the first deck lounge table?" The bartender asked. Roshi looked perplexed. "Why yes, why do you…" "Just a hunch. A waiter will be over soon with your drinks." "It's fine, we'll take them. I have a strapping young man- Er, Saiyan to help me." Roshi told the bartender. The woman nodded and got to preparing their drinks. "I have a feeling you needed to tell me something?" Toma asked the old man. "Indeed." Roshi cleared his throat. "It's about Yamcha, and his attitude towards gay people." "Gay?" Toma tilted his head. "People that like the same sex, like you Saiyans. Even if you have one gender, you are still attracted to the same gender, catch my drift?" "I suppose… So we're considered 'gay' on Earth?" Roshi nodded. "But that's beside the point. I've known Yamcha all my life. Heard a few things here and there and was able to confirm them. He has had many women as his bed partners and he loves getting fucked BY them. But he doesn't want to try being with a man because he thinks it'll make him less of a man. Yamcha is what you call on Earth a 'closeted person'. That means he doesn't want to admit he's gay, or at least bisexual. He's 'in the closet', as we say here. And it's high time he come out of it." "I see, but why are people in the 'closet' at all?" Roshi sighed, "sadly, there are a lot of humans who dislike and frown upon gay people, feeling that because it takes a male and female to have a child, then that is the only right way. Not to mention some religions tell their followers that it's sinful. I don't suppose that makes much sense to you Saiyans?" Toma looked shocked, "no, sex was a common practice on our planet, and even other planets I've seen all have the basic mindset. If the inhabitants experience it naturally, then that is the nature of their kind. You humans are the only ones I've ever known to twist the view of your nature like that." Suddenly, the ship started vibrating as if an Earthquake was happening but at sea. "HURRICANE!" Somebody screamed. A few guests started running inside for cover. "What the…" Toma looked back at their table and could see Goku trying to calm Vegeta down. "Oh, crap." He was about to go see what had happened, when Roshi put a hand on his shoulder. "Let his mates handle it. It wouldn't be the first time Vegeta lost his temper. But I can assure you your cubs and Bulma will know what to do. Vegeta doesn't need more people crowding around him." Toma didn't like it, but he knew that his cubs and Bulma were the best ones to handle an upset Vegeta. He sat back down on the bar stool and continued with their conversation. "You're telling me all this about Yamcha but- What's all this have to do with me?" Toma didn't like the gleam in the old man's eyes. It even shown through his ever present sunglasses. "I can't ask this of anyone else. Krillin has no interest in men, and Tien is too pure hearted to take what he wants. So I was wondering, a fellow with your experience in matters of sex, could maybe help Yamcha realize that being gay can be a wonderful thing, and he doesn't need to be afraid of it." "Whoa, wait. Are you asking me to have sex with him?" "Basically." Toma ran a hand up his face and over his head. "I'd really like to help, I would, but I don't mix with non-Saiyans." "Oh, come now. We're all friends here. You can make an exception, I'm sure. He even looks a bit Saiyan-esque, don't you think so?" "I- He does but-" Toma couldn't think clearly with all the commotion around him. Then, as soon as it started, the vibrations stopped. Toma could see the yellow haired woman talking to Vegeta but the noise around him couldn't let Toma hear what was being said. "Ah. Looks like Eighteen took matters into her own hands again. Good. She knows how to tame the fiercest lions, let me tell you." Roshi said as he glanced over at their group. Toma didn't know what 'lions' meant but got the idea. "Anyways, you can pretend he's a Saiyan. He even has some scars on his face like your mate does." Toma sighed. Seemed like this old human wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. "Ok, what's in it for me?" "Aside from helping Yamcha out and enjoying it in the process, I could teach you some techniques I taught Goku when he was young." Toma perked up at this. "Techniques?" Roshi nodded. "I taught him almost everything he knows. Goku picked up a technique or two here and there, but most of his fighting skills were learned from yours truly." "And you can still teach?" "HEH-HEH-HEH!" Roshi gave his signature chuckle. "One is never too old to teach. And I can still fight too." Toma regarded the old master. He looked one puff of air away from having the whole card tower collapse. "You better make good on your promise then." "Excellent!" Master Roshi turned to observe the rather shaken bartender prepare the rest of their drinks. - Yamcha was seated at the bar in the dance hall on the third deck, he had miraculously made it without tripping over his own feet.He had originally gone to the lower deck but as soon as he had caught a glimpse of Goku, he had blushed and his dick had taken on a mind of its own.There was no way he was going to join the group with a raging boner, so Yamcha quickly retreated to the inside of the ship, went up a couple of flights and ended up in the disco, on the same deck as the restaurants. He ordered another whiskey on the rocks and contemplated the latest events that had happened to him. First that 'maybe' dream, where Goku was riding his dick so wonderfully. Then having that same person suck him off and make him come in a matter of seconds. Yamcha had never come from a blowjob so quickly before. And Bulma was pretty good at it. Yamcha was just one of those guys that took a looong time to come from oral sex.But Goku had been so fantastic at it-Yamcha slammed his fist down on the counter. HE WAS NOT GAY, DAMMIT! And definitely not gay for Goku, or Tien, or any other guy. He flagged the bartender for a refill, and told them to leave the bottle. In one tilt of the glass, he downed his drink, enjoying the burn in the back of his throat and debated on whether he should get shit faced as soon as possible, or enjoy the ride.He pivoted in his bar stool and looked at the people dancing. He remembered those times he would go clubbing with Bulma. Those nights had been so much fun, and Yamcha would end up getting pegged by her, and loving it.But he was not gay, it was just how the nerves were wired in his body. He watched as the nicely dressed women danced with their partners. There were a couple of girls dancing together, Yamcha noticed and he whistled at them.Just then, a man sat down next to him. "Yamcha, is it?" Came the question. Figuring it was a baseball fan, Yamcha turned his head and found Goku's- Dad’s partner or whatever- Next to him.' Great ', Yamcha thought. Couldn't he have any 'Saiyan-free time'? "Yes, that's me. You were… Tomato?" Yamcha tried. The details honestly escaping him. "Close, it's 'Toma'. I understand that you and Kakarot are old friends?" Toma asked, trying to get a conversation going. "Yeah, we're friends, what else could we be?" Yamcha answered, muttering the last part. Any human would've missed it in the music, but Saiyan hearing caught it. "I see, well the thing is, you seemed like you could use someone to drink with, and if it's ok with you, maybe tell me some of what I've missed from Kakarot's early life here?" Yamcha was really not in the mood to talk about Goku, of all people, but he found it hard to deny Goku's history to a close relative. Besides, drinking alone was just sad. Yamcha flagged the bartender again, and let Toma order. Toma simply asked for a bottle of whatever Yamcha was having. The bartender brought the bottle and a glass and left again, glad to not have to pour the drinks themselves. "You sure you wanna drink that? This stuff can be a bit strong if you're not used to it." Toma smiled, "thank you, but I'll give it a go, nonetheless," and drank a glass. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Yamcha replied and started telling about how he'd met Goku as a kid. A few stories and a while later, Yamcha's vision was swimming around the edges, he cast a glance over to Toma's bottle. His was nearly empty, but that couldn’t be right, Yamcha had only had a few glasses, Toma must've gulped them down and yet he seemed very lucid. "How do you do that?" Yamcha slurred. "Drink?" Toma asked. "No, no -hic- How do you look so... Not-drunk?" His addled brain trying to get the words out. Toma chuckled and picked up the bottle, turning it in his hands. "Saiyans can hold their alcohol pretty well. This here is like water to us.” "....Well fuuuck me." Said Yamcha, missing the gleam in Toma's eyes. "Is that an invitation?" The older Saiyan asked. "HA!" Yamcha finished his drink. "If my bottle is empty and I'm still standing." Toma smiled smugly and took Yamcha's half full bottle and brought it to his lips.Yamcha's eyes widened as he saw the Saiyan drink the whiskey as if it were merely water.Toma finished the bottle and ended with a satisfied sound. He placed the bottle back down in front of Yamcha's still awe-struck face. "There. Empty. One of the perks of being a Saiyan besides the alcohol tolerance-" Toma leaned closer, "no gag-reflex." He winked. "That-" Yamcha blinked for a long time and shook his head from all the fuzziness. "I meant for ME to drink it." "You didn't specify." Toma linked his fingers together, leaning on the bar and smiling at the ex-thief."Besides, I think you've had enough, to be honest." Toma looked over the former bandit. He looked like a slight breeze would topple him out of his chair. Yamcha opened and closed his mouth several times, but no words came out.Toma watched him struggling to speak, and made a choice. He assertively leaned in and captured those lips with his. In Saiyan culture, kissing was extremely private and intimate, done mostly only between mates and circle and pack members. But Toma remembered hearing from Goku and the Prince how kissing was viewed as the first step to getting laid.It felt weird to his own sensibility but he chalked it up as a cultural difference. If his goal was to get Yamcha in bed, then he would have to use a human approach. Yamcha gasped. "What'd you do that for?" "Your lips looked so kissable." Yamcha flushed. "I-I don't- Like… Men." "I'm not a man. I'm a Saiyan." Toma countered. "Besides, have you ever actually tried it? Had a nice, thick, warm, pulsing cock inside you? I myself took ages before I was willing to try it, I admit. Not even sure why I was so hesitant about it, but once I tried it, ohhh~ It was amazing. What I'm saying here is, I could show you, and if you don't like it, then you'll know. But if you do like it, then you've discovered that getting fucked by a real dick is great and doesn't make you any less of a man. You have nothing to lose." Yamcha could find no flaw in that logic. Toma wasn't a man. Would fucking an alien make him gay? Did that even count?He could smell Toma as he leaned closer, it was a warm scent mixed with sweat and musk. It should've smelled bad, but instead he wanted to lean in more. Toma's face got closer and closer until warm lips covered his own again. Yamcha let the warrior kiss him.He kept repeating 'he's not a man, he's an alien' like a mantra in his head. Subconsciously, his body decided he liked being kissed like this and his lips slowly moved against Toma's.Toma, meanwhile, had a mantra of his own: 'do this and I get to learn new techniques'. He mentally also apologized to his mates for this, and prayed that Bardock would never ever find out about the kissing.
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After a few seconds of locking lips, Toma decided to up the ante by bringing in his tongue to the mix, and placing his hand behind Yamcha's neck to hold him in place.
The new addition made Yamcha moan against his better judgement. And the hand firmly holding him there, as if he were to run and the hand wouldn't let him, absolutely made his body soar. This kind of dominance was what Yamcha looked for in a girl, but could rarely find it.
He responded with his own tongue and when the two rubbed together it was as if a bolt of electricity ran down his spine and concentrated in his groin. He could feel the stereotypical 'butterflies in his stomach' when Toma caught his bottom lip in between his teeth. Yamcha groaned as the kiss took him places he'd never been before. He hesitantly placed his hands on Toma's chest. Instead of soft breasts he felt hard muscle. He explored all of Toma's upper torso while their kiss became more frantic. It felt like their mouths alone were having the dirtiest, most perverted sex. His cock was straining by now, and his body wanted more, everything this man- ALIEN, had to offer.
"M-my room. Now." Yamcha whispered out the words in between kisses, his mind having decided before Yamcha had any say in it.
Too late now.
Toma got up from his bar stool and practically scooped Yamcha up and carried him to his room.
They kept kissing all the way up the stairs. They would stop on the rests and Toma would settle Yamcha down and kiss him against the wall. Yamcha could feel the monster in Toma's pants and couldn't wait to have that throbbing inside him. The former thief would then wind his legs around Toma's waist and they would keep walking to Yamcha's room.
They got there, eventually, both out of breath and horny as Hell. Toma pressed Yamcha against the door, while the ex bandit tried fishing out his room key card. Yamcha unwound his legs from Toma and fumbled with the uncooperative card until the green light blinked. He then pushed the door open and pulled Toma inside by the hem of his collar.
They fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs and continued ravishing the other's mouth.
The Saiyan then sat up abruptly. He sniffed the air. Yamcha had been with Turles? He thought, surprised. While Toma was not shocked that Turles had experimented, he was surprised to smell him HERE since the old man had hinted that Yamcha avoided sex with 'males'.
"Is something wrong?" asked Yamcha.
Toma shook his head, settled himself atop Yamcha, and they continued their kissing session.
Toma clumsily divested them and soon the two were rubbing their naked bodies together.
Then he realized another smell. It was faint, but there. A smell he was all too familiar with. The same smell that would usually come from HIS cock was coming from Yamcha's.
Toma glared at the human. He had been with Bardock too?! Well now he knew who the 'schmuck' had been. Turles was one thing, but 'Dock usually stuck to Saiyans, so why…
Yamcha asked, "why do you keep stopping and glaring at me?"
Toma was brought back to the current situation. "Sorry, nevermind." He decided not to tell Yamcha what he had just discovered and carried on.
He had to say, though: for a guy who supposedly didn't like dick, Yamcha sure got a lot of it.
Yamcha curiously slithered his hand towards Toma's crotch and grabbed his dick, gasping at the sheer size of it. "Wow. This. HUGE." His vocabulary was reduced to monosyllabic words.
Toma smirked and gave Yamcha one last peck. "Do you have any lube?" Normally, Toma would just slick his shaft with the oil that formed from the tail gland, but Yamcha had no tail gland. He had no tail. He wasn't Saiyan. Toma took a deep breath. It would be worth it in the end.
"Y-yeah!" Yamcha crawled on the bed towards the night stand and opened the drawer. Inside was a tub of lube and a few condoms. Yamcha got both out.
He crawled back and opened the condom.
"What's that?" Toma asked. Curiosity would grab a Saiyan's attention no matter what he was doing.
"It's a condom, of course. You don't know what a condom is?" Yamcha raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"The fuck's a condom? We don't have those in Vegetasei. What are they for?"
"You roll it down your dick like this." Yamcha placed the rubber on Toma's cockhead and rolled it down. Or tried to. As soon as the condom was over the head, the top snapped.
"Shit!" Yamcha cussed and went to get another one. "They're for preventing, you know… Diseases."
"Oh? Well, I can tell you I'm perfectly healthy. Saiyans almost never get sick."
Yamcha read a few condom packages and found a Magnum Super Size one. He tore the package open and tried again. The condom barely reached halfway down.
Yamcha looked at the huge cock in front of him, twitching and ready to be sat on. "Well, that'll have to do."
The rush from all the kissing had cleared Yamcha's head a bit. He was still buzzed, but more coherent. Coherent enough to know he would need a lot of stretching to fit a dick that size.
He lay down and passed the lube to Toma. "You'll need to prep me." He panted.
Toma nodded and twisted the cap off. He dipped his fingers in and crawled over to Yamcha. This was his first time with a non-Saiyan, and Toma wasn't quite sure if he was supposed to use THAT hole. "Um… You're going to have to guide me. Do I go in here?" Toma placed his fingertip on Yamcha's entrance.
"Mm! Yes~ Just stick your fingers in and then stretch me."
Toma slowly pushed two fingers inside, feeling Yamcha tense and then relax. He'd stretched his mates before, so that wasn't a problem. He knew it could hurt if not done properly.
A third finger joined the others and soon Yamcha was moaning and rocking back on Toma's digits.
"Fuck! I'm ready. I'm ready." The human gritted out. "Just do me already!"
Toma scooped some more lube and slicked his condom covered cock.
"Let me know if it hurts ok?" Toma said. This was a human after all. He had to be extra careful.
He then pressed his cockhead to Yamcha's entrance and pushed in slowly.
Yamcha didn't even flinch. He took it like a pro! Moans and groans were the only things coming from him.
"Fuck!" Was the one thing Yamcha said. Toma had been right, a real dick was sooo much better than any cold, inert strap on he'd tried before.
Toma paused to let Yamcha adjust.
"Why'd you stop?! Don't stop!" The ex thief ordered.
"I could hurt you."
"Mmmmm~ You won't. You won't. Just- Keep going." Yamcha panted.
Toma mentally shrugged and complied. The condom didn't really feel that good. It was restricting. But once he was balls deep, he didn't have to worry about the little human invention.
"I think- The condom just broke…"
"UUUURGH! I don't care. Just fuck me, PLEASE!"
Toma pulled out, reached the base of the rubber with a hand, and snapped the rest of the condom away. He reached the jar of lube and lathered some more on his shaft. Yamcha made an impatient sound that made the Saiyan chuckle. He was needier than 'Dock!
"You're a human, Yamcha. I need to take extra care."
"I'm a STRONG human!" Yamcha wrapped his legs behind Toma's butt and pulled him in, flush with his body. "GODS, YES!"
Toma saw Yamcha's smaller dick twitch. He smiled and shook his head, and started a slow pace.
"Faster, go faster. I can take it."
"Oh, you want fast?" Toma sat up and grabbed Yamcha by the hips. "I'll give you fast."
The Saiyan pulled back and drove his cock inside, pulling Yamcha against him by the hips, he immediately pulled back again and repeated the action, again and again, not as quickly as he would do with Bardock, but fast enough to make the human see stars and cry out.
"OOOOOH~ GODS!" Yamcha closed his eyes shut and opened his mouth. He'd never had a fucking this great. All his past girlfriends fell short by a long shot. Sex with a Saiyan was absolutely amazing!
Yamcha's eyes flew open. He was about to come. He cussed mentally, not wanting this to end so soon. But the friction against his prostate was too much to bare.
"Ohgodohgodohgod- I'M GONNA COME!" Yamcha screamed.
Toma then pushed his ki inside the human's own,
'Might as well wreck his entire world.'
He thought.
Their energy intermingled and danced together and Yamcha let out a roar as he climaxed. It felt like his whole body was having an orgasm. Every cell, every molecule! His body went taut and his cock pulsed over and over. The sensations were too strong, Yamcha felt his mind slipping.
Soon his world went dark.
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Yamcha woke up to find himself alone in his room. Light was shining through a crack in the curtains and hit his eyes. Was he naked? And sticky? Ohh, gods his head hurt, how much had he had to drink last night?
He tried to roll over to the other side when his lower back protested.
Images of last night flashed before his eyes; shouting at Goku in the restaurant, the weird 'maybe' dream about Goku, and the tryst with Goku, the club, Toma… Holy fuck!
He sat up fast, but that did not sit with his stomach, and he rushed the best he could to the bathroom and puked.
After evacuating his insides, and drinking some water, and brushing his teeth, he limped back to his bed and climbed in.
What the fuck do you do when you call your friend a homosexual slur and then jump into bed with one of their parents while drunk off your ass in both instances?
He lay there staring at the ceiling for about an hour, thinking about how to apologize to Goku. Especially after that phenomenal blowjob that Goku didn't even have to give him. It seemed weird though, that Goku would want to give him a hummer after Yamcha had insulted him. Maybe Goku was trying to prove a point? He must've still been mad at Yamcha, for sure.
This, however, made it even more awkward that he'd slept with his… Step dad? Something like that.
Hopefully, Goku would not ask what had made Yamcha change his mind.
'I got fucked stupid by your step father' didn't seem like it'd fly over well.
Yamcha eventually got out of bed and limped to the shower. Good gods. Toma had been great- No. Extraordinary in bed.
'I had sex with a Saiyan, not a man.'
Yamcha thought to himself.
'I'm still straight.'
'Are all Saiyans that good too?'
Was another thought that crossed his mind.
Yamcha couldn't stay cooped up in his room forever. He dried off using his ki, a neat little trick he had learned from Goku, got dressed, took a complementary Advil for hangovers Bulma had included in everyone's nightstand, and mentally prepared himself to face his friend and the wrath of the others.
He grabbed his key card and headed out, hoping this would not blow up in his face.
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Morning came too soon for the Saiyans. They had managed to drink enough absinthe to get themselves drunk and pass out after the 'party'. One by one, they had said their goodnight's and returned to their suite where they got rid of their clothing and collapsed on the bed. Luckily nobody woke Broly up.
And so, Goku groaned and peaked out with one eye, shutting it immediately because of the strong light coming in through the floor to ceiling windows.
He cursed his headache and vowed to never drink again. (A vow that was sure to be broken).
There was a sudden knock on the door, and a cheery voice that came through, before the door opened.
"Morning, sleeping beauties! Rise and shine!"
Curse Bulma and her wretched master key card.
Goku glared at her the best he could while keeping his eyes as closed as he could while still seeing something. The other Saiyans had jerked awake from Bulma's loud voice and were now curling up and hiding under the blankets.
Goku wished them good luck, that'd never worked with Bulma.
"Just- Somebody fucking blast her." Bardock's voice sounded from under a throw.
"Since I get to watch you drunks suffer now, I'll ignore that." Said Bulma cheerfully.
The only one sitting up and not squinting was Broly who'd gotten a full night's sleep. He looked confused at the others' seemingly weird behavior.
"How are ya not hungover?" Asked Goku, cross at and jealous of his first human friend.
"Ahh, well you might remember my pills from the fashion party? Had to do something to even out the playing field for us non-Saiyans. Anything else, well, that's what makeup is for." Bulma said in a smug voice.
Goku vaguely recalled seeing some pills that night, but had forgotten about it. "Do ya have any Saiyan strength headache pills? Cuz otherwise I dun think we can go anywhere."
"Hmmm. I can give you guys ultra strength aspirin, but I don't know if it'll work. You might need to take several, and I don't know if that'll do you more good than bad." Bulma thought.
"Then either please close the curtains, we couldn't figure out how and didn't want t' rip them, or bring us some of those pills." Goku requested in a worn out tone.
"Ohh, the curtains are automatic, you control them from here." Bulma walked over to the control panel by the door and pressed a button. With a soft whirring sound the curtains slid shut and a sigh of relief came from the Saiyans, sans Broly.
"I'll bring back the meds." Bulma exited the room and Goku flopped back into the nest, pulled Broly down with him, and curled up with a sigh.
On her way out she bumped into a groggy Raditz.
"Hey, you. Out of bed finally?" Bulma pulled Raditz down by the hair and pecked his cheek.
"Mhhhmm." Was Raditz's answer as he kissed her cheek in return.
"I'm off to find some pain pills for the pack, you want some too?"
Raditz nodded and entered the Saiyan suite. He made a beeline for the nest and flopped down on top of Goku.
"Oof! Raditz, ya big lug! Get off me." Goku's words lacked conviction so Raditz only snuggled closer to his brother and settled for a minute nap until Bulma came back with the pills.
"SHHHH-shut up, brats!" Came Bardock's voice from under the cover.
"Sorry, baba." Came their voices.
Bardock gave a frustrated sigh and cuddled closer to Toma, mumbling something about grown ass cubs using baby talk.
Broly looked over the pack, what had happened to them? They looked like after the Valentine's party but they didn't smell like sex or sweets.
He uncurled from Goku, got off the nest, and threw some clothes on from his wardrobe. Bulma had done a spectacular job getting Broly's clothes just the right size for him.
Soon, Bulma returned and the Saiyans reluctantly took the pills she offered them.
"Alright, they should kick in soon, you guys. Vegeta is waiting for you lot at the buffet restaurant. Goku, you think you can find his ki and make your way down there?"
"Give me a minute for the pills t' work, and then I should be able to." Goku said, still sitting in the nest. It was warm and snuggly and his head hurt.
Bulma nodded and left the room to get breakfast, eager to meet with her friends downstairs.
All the Saiyans, minus Broly, lounged around in the nest for about twenty minutes before they felt well enough to get started for the day.
After that, they dragged themselves out of the nest, and started digging through their wardrobes.
Turles chose a sequin sarong, a purple front tie top, added a few accessories like a wide brimmed sun hat and sunglasses, and finished with purple high heel sandals that tied around the ankles.
Bardock and Toma looked at him weirdly.
"Those cannot be comfortable." Said Toma, looking at Turles' choice of shoes.
"But they make my body look fantastic!" He turned around and gave Toma a prime view of his derriere.
Toma gulped.
"Hey!" Bardock swatted his head with a clothes item he was holding.
"What? He looks good!" Toma defended himself. "Maybe you can wear something like that?"
Bardock harrumphed, "Are ya saying I need to dress like a slut to look attractive?"
Toma gave Bardock a deadpan look, "honey, I love you, and I always will, but we met through you working inside a glory hole booth. You
are
a slut."
Bardock was about to punch Toma when the tanned Saiyan held out his hands in a pleading way, "all I'm saying is that you have no reason to look nicer than how you already look."
Goku ignored his parents' arguing and dug out clothes for himself. He chose a colorful Hawaiian print shirt, a white pair of shorts, flip flops and sunglasses to finish it off, just like his brother was dressed.
Broly had gone for a green knee length sarong that tied at the side and flip flops.
Toma didn't know anything about human fashion, so he just copied Goku's outfit, figuring Goku knew more about what humans wore. He ended up in a blue Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, and a pair of flip flops he walked around in to get used to them hitting the bottom of his heels.
Bardock finally decided he wouldn't let Turles beat him in this 'who looks sexier' game, so he too chose a flowery sarong and a green tank top. He didn't pick out the high heeled shoes, however. They were just too uncomfortable. Tying his bandanna around his head, and placing a sugary stick in his mouth, he nodded to the others. "Everyone has that card key thing? Are we ready to rock the boat?"
Everyone voiced them being ready and Goku stretched out his ki looking for Vegeta's.
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Vegeta was taking a sip of his Mai Tai, when he saw his pack enter the buffet restaurant. Goku immediately spotted him and waved, to which the Prince ignored.
Everyone else also spotted the pack, it was hard not to with the colorful clothes and the sheer size of them.
People's heads had turned towards them their whole journey until the pack had reached the buffet restaurant. Broly and Turles, especially, had received a lot of 'all over looks'.
The warriors got to his table and Vegeta raised his eyebrows at their outfits. He had chosen his trusty dark blue spandex as always.
"You should be ashamed of calling yourselves 'Saiyan warriors'." The royal groused.
"Well, good morning to you, too, sunshine." Turles said in a huffy voice as he sat down.
Before the others took their seats, Goku held them off. "This is a buffet. We get our food over there." He pointed to the buffet area, as if the Saiyans couldn't smell their way to the food.
"Excellent." Bardock said sarcastically. This reminded him a lot about the days working with the Frieza Force. The soldiers would have their food slopped on a tray at the food line and be forced to eat it out of hunger.
"What's wrong? Would ya rather wait while they get yer order? Here ya can just refill whenever ya like." Goku said.
"Wait, we can refill?"
"Of course, that's the whole point of buffets, ya get up, pick what ya want, eat at the table, and then go up and get more if yer still hungry, and they keep fillin' up the food stations. Mind ya, ya need t' get clean dishes every time ya get a new refill." Goku explained.
All the Saiyans, minus Vegeta and Goku, looked like they'd won the lottery.
"So this is like a royal banquet?!" Toma exclaimed.
"Ummm…" Goku started, having no idea about how it'd worked on Vegetasei.
"Yes, it is, only far less grand. It is similar to the buffet tables at the woman's house, but have more variety." Said Vegeta, helping Goku out.
"Well, don't mind if I do." Turles got out of his seat and followed the scent towards the food. He watched other patrons grab a tray and a glass and serve themselves from a strange looking machine that had different colored liquids in separate containers.
"What are those? They smell very sweet." He asked Goku when the younger Saiyan neared him.
"Oh, those are fizzy drinks. They have bubbles in them, and ya can get them in different flavors. Some fruity and some are particular flavors. Try them, just dun mix them." Goku explained.
Turles watched as Goku put his cup under a pinkish liquid container and pressed a button above the nozzle. Liquid poured out and filled his glass.
Goku offered Turles some of his drink to which the pirate accepted. "Try this one, my cubs loved it, Gohan still does, in fact."
Turles' eyes widened at the taste. It was sweet and bubbly and all kinds of perfect. "Holy fuck! This is amazing! Are they all like that?!"
"What's amazing?" Came Toma's voice from behind them.
"Toma! You HAVE to try this." Turles passed Goku's glass to the taller Saiyan and Toma sniffed the liquid and took a sip.
Toma stared wide eyes into the cup, like it contained the secret of existence.
Goku was pretty sure that was how people looked like when certain drugs kicked in.
"Let me try!" Bardock took the cup from Toma. He smelled it and drank from the glass.
The older Saiyan then let out a loud moan that had several people around them stop their activity and just stare at him.
"I'll have what he had." One guest mumbled to himself.
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"Baba, ya ok?" Goku asked sweat dropping.
"I fucking love this planet! Weird ideas about sex or not, I'm glad we picked this one to send ya to." Bardock answered, and took another drink.
"What's so great about a simple drink?" Raditz tried taking the cup away from Bardock's greedy hands. His carrier growled at him and Raditz backed off.
"Here, quickshot." Goku poured his brother another cup and gave the glass to him.
Raditz snarled at Goku for calling him that but accepted the glass. As soon as the liquid touched his tongue, Raditz tensed and downed the entire glass.
"Like I was tellin' Turles, there are several flavors. Ya might like another one even more."
Several minutes later and all the Saiyans had tried the different soft drinks and each carried their own preferred cola on their tray.
There was something to be said about Saiyans and food, especially meat. Guests around them just stared in awe as the warriors piled their tray high up with all sorts of items and returned to their table.
Many guests had wondered why there was such a disproportion between the number of tables and the sheer size of the serving station area, now they had an idea of why that was.
Tray after tray, the Saiyans would return to the buffet and pile more food and walk back to their table. This went on for about two hours.
Then Goku showed them the dessert station and the Saiyans didn't have enough eyes to gawk at the different confections there.
(As per Bulma's specific instructions, all the pastries and sweets were made with fruit, marzipan, flour, etc. but NO chocolate. This might be an adult, very LGBT friendly cruise, but an orgy in the middle of the buffet restaurant was a bit too much to expect people to accept.)
The same action was repeated, only this time, the trays were filled with all kinds of sweets.
"I'll always miss our planet, but if we have to stay on another, I'm voting for this one." Bardock said between bites.
Everyone else hummed in agreement, not pausing the stuffing of their mouths for a second.
"Broly, you best get to keeping your power under control so we can move here." Turles winked at the large Saiyan as he licked whipped cream off a cherry tart.
Broly swallowed his bite of carrot cake before speaking. His source had been very strict about manners even if it was just the two of them eating out of bug carcasses. "I'll work harder at it." He said sweetly.
"Hey, no pressure, ok? That only makes it harder in the long run." Goku said as he patted his mate's shoulder.
"But I like it har-"
"Shut up, Turles." Vegeta snapped.
Apparently, the aliens were taking too long to finish their meal, and a skittish Gohan was, eventually, sent to retrieve them.
The demi Saiyan spotted them at a table and made his way over.
"Hey, guys, Vegeta. Most of the group is done eating and are waiting for you outside on the pool deck." Gohan greeted them.
"Nnn! Gohan, we'a amosh 'inish." Goku spoke with his mouth full, making Vegeta grimace.
Gohan shook his head fondly at his father. Should he still call him that? What was the Saiyan term for father again? Honestly, he'd learned way too much yesterday, and that tidbit now escaped him.
The half blood shook the thoughts away, "well, see you all later, some of us are still eating at the Mifune Japanese Restaurant. Enjoy your meals!"
Bardock nodded and spoke with his mouth full of cheesecake, "we wiuw!"
Gohan chuckled at his grand… Mother?
'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree'
was his last thought before he left downstairs where the others were.
At last, the Saiyans stuffed themselves full and left to the Japanese restaurant. Goku had told them to please put the dirty trays and plates at the designed station.
The serving team breathed a sigh of immense relief when the pack left.
-
One nervous ex bandit made his way down to the restaurants. Yamcha gulped as he saw some of his friends sitting at a low table, already finishing their breakfast.
He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. It was now or never.
"...And then I told him: 'Vegeta, if you keep holding back your moans while we both fuck you you're going to bust an artery or something'. It's ok to let it all out you know?" Bulma told the group casually. "But NOOoo~ 'Royalty is above moaning'."
"Can we please talk about something else?" Videl begged. "Hearing about my Uncle-in-law having sex isn't quite what I need in my mind after I just ate."
"Oh, honey, you need to loosen up. You've married into a Saiyan family." Bulma chuckled.
"I, for one, would love to hear the rest of the story." Eighteen, with her elbows on the table and her hands supporting her face, was listening avidly to Bulma's sexcapades.
"I agree with Videl. There is a thing called 'too much information'." Krillin crossed his arms.
"THANK you." Videl said.
"Morning, guys." Yamcha interrupted them.
Krillin, Tien, Videl, and Eighteen looked up to the newcomer. Bulma got out of her chair.
"So, you showed up at last." Was Bulma's comment, as she looked at him over her hideously expensive sunglasses and then slapped him across the face.
Yamcha's head snapped to the side. "Yep. I deserved that." Bulma was
pissed
at him and not even a hundred Advils would lessen the upcoming headache now.
"YOU THINK?! HOW COULD YOU HAVE SAID THAT?! AND TO GOKU OF ALL PEOPLE! That's like kicking puppies!!!"
A few people hushed and turned their head towards the rambunctious woman.
She briefly turned around, "mind your own business! It's my ship and I'll scream if I want to." Before ripping into Yamcha again.
"AFTER I EXPLAINED TO YOU THAT SAIYANS ARE DIFFERENT FROM HUMANS, YOU STILL CALL HIM A
YOU KNOW WHAT?!"
Yamcha held his head down, feeling worse by the second.
"IF IT WEREN'T FOR GOKU OUR PLANET WOULDN'T EXIST AND WE'D BE ALL DEAD! WHO THE FUCK CARES IF HIS PARTNER HAS SOMETHING DANGLING BETWEEN THE LEGS!"
Gohan had made his way back to the table when he heard Bulma’s screeching and then saw her screaming at Yamcha. He subsequently, and quietly took his seat next to Videl.
"Well, it's just- It's not right for a guy to be with another guy. It- It's…
Weird
."
Bulma looked like she wanted to eat his head for breakfast, starting with the eyes.
"Hey, Bulma, do you want me to knock him out again?" Eighteen punched her hand.
"Look around you, Yamcha." Bulma said viciously, "are you sure you want to be saying that? Here?"
Yamcha looked around, noticing quite a few guests glaring at him. "I mean- It's weird for my friend to like guys." Yamcha tried to fix his blunder.
"For the last time, Goku is NOT. A. GUY. HE. IS. A. SAIYAN." Bulma slapped her palm with the back of her other hand, emphasizing each word.
Here, some guests were confused about what pronoun 'Saiyan' was.
"I know that." Yamcha whined. "It's just HARD to picture him as anything else when I knew him as a 'guy' all his life. It wasn't until recently that he discovered he was a Saiyan and-"
"RECENTLY?!"
"Ok, fine, it was a long time ago, but for a long time it simply meant he ate a lot, and could transform, not… This. It's just recently that I can't treat him as a male anymore, and it's hard to treat him anyway else!"
Bulma took a deep steadying breath. "First off, drop that 'treat like a male' mindset. It's stupid. What you're basically saying is: 'I treat people whose gender means 'I might sleep with them' differently than the ones I don't want to sleep with because of their gender'.
"Secondly, if that is how you feel then what is the problem with him being with another 'non-male'?!" Bulma demanded.
"
Non-male?!
Have you
seen
Broly?! He's as male as you can get!" Yamcha avoided the question.
"I have seen Broly, like
aaaaall
of him. And I can tell you, built like he shits whole brick houses or not, he's still not entirely male, according to some human standards. He HAS a vagina. Even if he hasn't bottomed for anyone yet."
"Actually, I fucked him a while back." Came Raditz's voice from behind Bulma.
"There you are!" Bulma said as she turned around. "Did you leave any food in the buffet? I expected you lot ages ago!" She kissed both her husbands hello, while looking at their outfits with unrestrained glee.
"Wait, did you say you fucked Broly, like- Topped?" She asked.
"Yeah, it was part of the traditional breaching ritual. He seemed to really like it." Raditz explained.
Broly nodded in agreement. The breaching itself had been Hell, but the fucking afterwards… Having Raditz inside him while being inside Gogeta had been mind blowing.
"Well, I'll be damned." Bulma smiled brightly at Broly. "Congratulations!"
Not everyone was as happy as Bulma though.
Vegeta stepped forward, eyes fixed on Yamcha's sweating form.
"You have a lot of nerve showing up here, human." He said through clenched teeth.
"A-and I came here l-looking for you guys." Yamcha stuttered, trembling in fear.
The Prince delighted in Yamcha's terror. "Funny, I almost went looking for you last night, caused a bit of a stir when I powered up, I am afraid. And just so you know, you owe Eighteen here your life."
Yamcha paled and looked like curdled milk.
"On your knees, human." Vegeta commanded.
Yamcha was sure the Prince was going to rip his head off. "Please, Vegeta. I-I'm so-"
"ON YOUR KNEES!"
The Saiyan shouted. His voice resonated through the whole room and the entire restaurant turned towards the group.
Yamcha shakily got on his knees, his eyes got watery, and he started hyperventilating. Why wasn't Bulma doing anything? Surely she wouldn't let Vegeta kill him?
Satisfied to have the human where he wanted him, Vegeta pulled Goku to the front of the group. "Now. You shall apologize to Kakarot for what you did."
Yamcha let out a breath he was holding. That was it? He just needed to apologize? He was going to do it anyways…
"I'm sor-"
"HEAD ON THE FLOOR, MAGGOT!" Vegeta commanded.
Yamcha actually let out a 'yip' as he placed his head atop his hands on the floor.
"'Geta, this ain't necessary-" Goku started.
"If you do not give a heartfelt apology to Kakarot, I will personally rip your balls off and shove them down your throat."
Bardock snorted, "he'll do it, ya know? In Saiyan culture, offensive words are severely punished by royalty." Whether he was being truthful or exaggerating, Yamcha would never know.
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Tears fell down Yamcha's face as he struggled to prepare a decent apology. Nothing came to mind except… He could only quote a scene from a movie he saw a long time ago, and hoped to the gods Vegeta hadn't seen that movie.
"What I did was wrong. And you must hate me for it. But I'm not that person. Goku, I was scared. I have a little straight macho mentality and I thought I wouldn't be able to protect it. It was a huge mistake to call you that. And I'm SO… SO sorry I hurt you. But I'm not sorry for what I did. Because, thanks to this lie I'm living, I got to know you. I got to see you… Smile… Dance… And turn the world around to help me. And… If that's- All I will have. It's ok. But maybe. Maybe you can give me one more chance?"
A few people from the crowd that had gathered around them 'awed' at Yamcha's apology, some even clapping and shouting 'forgive him!'
"Mother fucker, did you just quote 'Pulling Strings'?!" Vegeta made a face of disbelief at Yamcha.
"Shit." Yamcha cursed his luck. Who would have thought Vegeta, the Prince of a deadly warrior race, would like to watch romantic comedies.
"That was beautiful, Yamcha. Of course I'll give ya another chance." Goku kneeled on the floor as Yamcha sat up and gave his friend a hug. The crowd started to disperse, content to have seen a happy ending.
Vegeta gaped at Goku, "he fucking ripped it off a movie!"
"Ya said for him t' give a heartfelt apology, and he gave it t' me." Goku stood up along with Yamcha. "So can we just move on and forget the past?"
Vegeta inhaled. Deeply.
Sensing Mount Vegeta was about to erupt, Bulma did some damage control.
"Indeed, come on everyone, to the pool deck! I want to show off my bikini!"
"Just the bikini?" Asked Vegeta sarcastically.
"Weeeellll… If I happen to mysteriously lose my top, I'm sure nobody would mind~"
Some of the pack looked confused.
"Why would that be? And why have the top on to begin with?" Asked Toma.
"Oh, you see-"
"Women on this forsaken planet are not allowed to show their honkers." Eighteen interrupted Bulma.
"Wait, what? You mean your chest area? The milk glands you have all the time?" Bardock asked confused.
"Yup, these puppies." Eighteen stuck out her chest and gestured to her own bust.
"But… Why? Don't half yer species have them?"
"Beats me. A woman can be sent to prison if she's caught in public with her tits out."
"That's… Barbaric! Why? Who are you hurting?!" Turles asked nobody in particular.
"BUT-" Eighteen stood up and wrapped an arm around Bulma, "this is a private cruise ship away from the public." She winked.
"Oh, honey, you better believe it!" Bulma giggled.
Videl crossed her arms in front of her breasts.
Turles looked delighted by the smell of 'revolution' in the air.
"By the way. You guys are wearing your swimsuits, right?" Bulma asked the Saiyans. "See, the thing is, males can be sent to prison if they flash their wieners."
The Saiyans unfamiliar with Earth's customs just gaped at her.
"But this is a private boat, right?" Bardock asked. "Ain't it ok then?"
"Nooooooo, because I want to see you in them." Bulma smiled. "Besides this is a public pool-"
"Last night's bar was public too, and you did not give a damn." Snarked Vegeta, still sore over having had to flash the Earthlings.
"Shhhh, and I would like to see how you guys feel about these new designed clothes." The blue haired scientist continued.
The majority of the Saiyans groaned and left to their suit to change.
-
Krillin was the first one of their clique to spot the Saiyans when they came down to the pool deck.
He
saw them and almost every other guest the burly warriors passed by.
"Hey, guys! We're over…" Krillin stopped mid sentence when he saw just WHAT they were wearing.
Tien's three eyes widened as he saw their skimpy swimsuits.
Master Roshi spat his beer all over Oolong, making the pig squeal.
Gohan turned red as a beet and couldn't look away as much as his rational mind screamed at him.
The girls; Eighteen, Cheelai, Videl, Bulma, in the pool playing a round of volleyball, stopped the game to gawk at the warriors.
Lemo just shook his head, already resigned to see the Saiyans in all sorts of situations.
Whis purred an 'Oh, myyy~'.
Beerus couldn't care less as long as he had his pudding.
Piccolo couldn't care less either.
And Turtle was the only one to wave them over with a sweet 'hello'.
"At least somebody knows how to treat a lady~" Turles sauntered over to the group, popping his hips as he showed off his bubble butt clad in a purple 'T' thong.
Oolong and Roshi couldn't help but ogle at his chocolate ass as he walked by, the way it bounced with each step, how his hips swayed from side to side, even his tail moved in an enticing manner, as if inviting everyone to fuck him. At the same time.
Even Krillin had to admit he looked sexy. But NEVER out loud and ESPECIALLY not to his wife. Eighteen would surely invite the Saiyan to their bed in a flash, and the monk was just not ready to cross that bridge.
And when they saw Broly and the massive package he had in his green mid cut spandex swimsuit, that left nothing to the imagination, they all acquired newfound respect for Goku. A human would be destroyed by the large Saiyan in bed.
"Oh… Mmmy~" Eighteen covered her mouth as she looked Broly up and down.
"He's huuuuuge~ I couldn't fit him in." Cheelai bragged.
"I'm not sure any human could." The android answered.
"So who do I have to suck to get a drink here?" Bardock grumbled, as he fixed the back side of his red micro pouch swimsuit so it wouldn't rub against his tail gland. Toma playfully yanked the string and let it snap against Bardock's ass, earning him a sound punch to the gut.
"Oh, waiter!" Bulma called one of the pool staff over. "Bring us some cocktails, if you please. The sweetest, fruitiest ones you got!"
The waiter bowed his head and rushed to the tiki bar.
"Rad-dad, you look TIGHT!" Bulma meowed at Raditz, making grabby hands. The black thin strip mankini she had picked out for him accentuated all his good points.
The long haired Saiyan smirked lecherously at her, biting his bottom lip, and sat on the pool edge within his new mate's reach.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and sat down on one of the pool chairs next to Piccolo and the celestials. He had threatened Bulma to leave her if she packed any degrading bathing suits for him. The tight blue speedo he wore, however, still screamed 'sexy'.
Goku, wearing a discrete low riding bikini (for men), orange, of course, felt a little self conscious in front of his modestly dressed friends. He wished he at least had the semi-modest swim trunks Toma was wearing, even though they were also revealing. They were better than the bikini anyhow.
There was, however, one way to fix this.
"CANONBAAAAAALL!" The Earth Saiyan shouted as he plummeted into the pool, splashing everyone that was too close.
-
After a few rounds of splashing around, the gang began a game of volleyball, being Saiyans they'd had to toss in a few extra rules, like whether or not using the tail was ok (it was, they decided), and if flying was permitted (a solid no).
So caught up in the new game, the Saiyans didn't notice all the humans that had stopped whatever they were doing or forgotten what they'd come to the pool for, and were just watching the amazing show.
The bathrooms nearby saw a lot of action that day, single and dual. Enough said.
There was one Saiyan, however, who had not joined and instead sat with Bulma and the other Earthlings and just watched the pack.
Finally, the alien warriors took a break from the game and sat down on the lounge chairs in the reserved VIP area, perks of being friends with the owner, and flagged a waiter.
Goku headed over to Broly who'd sat pool time out.
"Hey, how are ya?" He asked, sitting down next to him.
Broly was testing his fifth drink so far, enjoying the fruity flavors he never got to try last night.
"I'm ok, there are not too many new people here in this area and the drinks taste good."
Goku smiled, "glad ya like it. Do ya wanna try playin' volley with us? It's quite fun!"
Broly fidgeted in his chair.
Goku frowned and asked, "is something wrong, Broly? That game is not hard if that's what's buggin' ya."
"No, I just… I've never been in that much water…"
Goku's mouth opened in realization. "Right, desert planet. Ya dun know how t' swim, I guess?"
"Swim?" Broly asked, not knowing the word.
"Definitely dun know, ok, swimmin' is, well… A series of movement that allows ya t' move around in water. If ya want I can teach ya in the shallow end."
Broly looked nervous.
"We can wait til later when there are fewer people, if ya want. In the meantime, how about we go relax a bit? There are some private day beds over there where we can lie down. Okay?" Goku suggested.
Broly looked over at some circular daybeds, that had a retractable canopy over them.
He'd missed having time to snuggle with his mate and nodded.
"Guys, Broly and I are gonna rest a bit, so ya'll have t' find a new player." Goku said to the pack.
In return, he got a few cat calls, wolf whistles and acknowledging 'okays' back.
Ears red, he grabbed Broly's hand and headed towards the VIP sunning area.
"Ohh, and Goku?!" Came Bulma's voice.
Dreading the next words, but having no way out, Goku replied, "yes?"
In a smug voice, Bulma loudly informed him, "the roofs go aaaall the way down, just so you know."
Ignoring the snickering, and him and Broly definitely looking like they were heading out for a quickie, Goku simply resumed walking.
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Entering the empty VIP area, Goku was glad that Bulma had booked the whole area, but also frustrated over having an evil friend.
They found a daybed in the opposite direction of the pool.
Bulma had spared no expenses and the beds were all huge. Even Goku and Broly could lie on them and not feel too cramped. They dropped their few items on a small table right next to the bed, Goku steadfast ignored the small bowl of lube packets and condoms and the box of tissues.
He did use the small tablet on the table and flicked their setting to 'do not disturb' though.
They crawled in and made themselves comfortable.
Figuring some metaphorical distance between the rest of the ship and Broly would help calm him down better, Goku pulled down the canopy top, and like Bulma said, it did go all the way down, concealing them completely.
The bright fabric allowed light to still seep through so it wasn't dark in there, just cozy.
Goku snuggled up to Broly who wrapped his arms and tail around him just as eagerly.
Soon the dulled sounds of purring could be heard from inside the daybed.
How long they lay there in the warm cocoon Goku didn't know, or really cared.
Soft kisses and caresses were exchanged as they enjoyed finally having some 'alone time', where they weren't on a schedule.
Goku looked into Broly's drowsy eyes and caressed his cheek.
"I'm really proud of ya, ya know." Goku said as he laid a kiss on Broly's forehead.
"Mhhhh?" Was the wild Saiyan's response.
"Ya've come so far, and handled everythin' so well." Goku smiled at his mate. The smile widened when Broly blushed at the praise.
"I know it musta been overwhelmin', all the new people and different sounds, smells, cultural rules, sleepin' in a new place, and I want ya t' know how much I appreciate ya tryin' so hard and goin' along with all of my friends' weirdness." Goku whispered to Broly, needing him to understand how proud he was of him.
Broly grabbed his hair and kissed him hard for a few seconds. When he pulled back, pupils blown wide, he whispered, "as long as you are here, I can handle it… For you." Staring intensely into Goku's eyes.
Goku's heart did a flip and he surged forward and kissed Broly wantonly in a desperate attempt to convey the love he felt at that moment.
They kissed feverishly, hands roamed the other's body hungrily, deep sighs and moans escaping the canopy.
When Goku pulled back he felt a familiar pressure against his own groin.
Looking down at Broly's hard on straining against the fabric, Goku pondered what to do. While he liked the cruise and everything, suddenly not being able to have sex whenever he and his partner liked was a bit of a negative. It was properly even more frustrating for Broly who had to accommodate strangers' culture.
They did have some privacy here, but the idea of leaving behind evidence for the staff to clean up didn't sit well with Goku. Broly came in large amounts, especially since they hadn't been able to have as much sex as usual.
"We can't, can we?" Came Broly's resigned voice.
Goku was pulled from his thoughts and looked at Broly's kindly smiling face. "It's ok, humans are like that and that's just how they are."
Seeing his kind mate accept this in order for Goku to not feel embarrassed, Goku made a decision.
Everyone already thought they'd gone out for a quickie and there were ways around the mess part.
"Broly, scoot up and sit against the bed head." Said Goku.
Looking confused but hopeful, Broly complied. This position was pretty cramped even with the large size daybeds, but leaning forward, Broly was able to sit there among the pillows.
Goku moved in between his legs, kneeling between them.
He looked up cheekily at Broly's happy face. "Try t' be quiet, okay?" Goku whispered in a conspiratorial voice before he peeled down Broly's swimsuit, revealing his hard dick.
Goku dove in, tail swishing with the thrill of being so 'Saiyan' while on Earth.
Broly covered his own mouth, muffling his moans while Goku put his all into 'The Job', acutely aware of the chance that someone from the pack or his friends might come looking for them.
It didn't take long before Broly curled up even further around Goku's head, and with one hand in Goku's hair, the other across his mouth suppressing the loud moan, he came down Goku's waiting throat.
Swallowing the 'minor' flood Broly had produced, Goku licked the cock clean before pulling his mouth off the softening dick.
He pulled up the swimsuit, covering Broly again and rolled over on his own side of the daybed.
Broly scooted down the bed to lie next to him, and caught his mouth in a leisurely kiss.
Breaking the kiss, Broly looked down on Goku's still present hard on. "But what about you?" He asked, concerned.
"Ahh, dun worry, it'll go away and-"
"No!" Broly interrupted.
"Huh?"
"I won't leave you like that." And with that he slid his hand down Goku's bikini and grasped him.
Goku slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the surprised moan.
"Wait, wait, Broly, I need-" Here, he pulled out Broly's hand, turned over and opened up the canopy a little, he reached over to the table and grabbed the box of tissues before closing the canopy again.
He then slid off his bikini as Broly gently dragged him up until he lay on Broly's body, back pressed against his mate's wide chest, eagerly waiting for what Broly had in mind.
One large warm calloused hand slid down and grabbed Goku's dick again, while the other slid down under Goku's balls, moved his bathing suit to the side, and gently pushed two fingers inside his breeder.
Goku pressed both of his hands over his mouth, tail thumping against the mattress as Broly simultaneously fingered and jacked him off. Where had he learned this?
Question for later as Goku's body twitched from the dual pleasure, back arching up against the canopy, the only barrier preventing everyone from seeing him like this.
The tension made it even more intense and soon Goku spurted cum out on his own stomach and Broly's large first.
Removing his hand, he breathed deeply, lying there on top of his mate.
Broly kissed his neck, paying special attention to the bite mark that connected them, as he waited for Goku to be lucid enough to climb down.
"Pass the box of tissues, will ya?" Asked Goku after about a minute.
Figuring he meant the box he'd snatched earlier, Broly handed it over, and Goku cleaned himself off.
A small burst of ki and the dirty tissues were no more. Goku turned over and slid into the crook of one of Broly's study arms. "Grab the blanket, please?" He asked.
Broly grabbed a rolled up blanket that lay among the pillows, spread it out over them and they both snuggled up. "Broly?" Came Goku's tired voice.
"Mhmm?"
"Promise me somethin'. I appreciate ya bein' a good sport about everythin' here, but if ya really get nervous about somethin', tell me, okay? Dun force yerself t' make me happy, okay?"
"…I promise."
Goku smiled and Broly returned it.
Before long they'd both dozed off.
-
While Goku and Broly had been enjoying themselves, things had gotten crazy at the pool.
Bulma had joined the volley game as Goku's replacement. "No more tails allowed, got that?!"
Everyone had begrudgingly agreed.
She'd tried her best, but it was hard to compete with the speed the others had, even in the water.
"Mind if I tag in?" Came a familiar voice from the side of the pool.
"Oh, hey, Yamcha. About time you showed up." Bulma called out to her ex boyfriend and got out of the water, glad to have a way out of the competitive game made even more competitive because of the alien warriors.
Yamcha helped pull Bulma out and took her place at the weekside hitter.
It was now team Vegeta, Toma, and Raditz, against team Bardock, Gohan, and Yamcha.
The game started, and soon cheers could be heard from the onlookers.
Bulma took her seat next to Turles, who was sipping his umpteenth Piña Colada, still lucid as the day was sunny. Cheelai, Eighteen, and Videl were getting much needed sun and enjoying their drinks as well.
"Come on, ladies! There's no better way to avoid tanning lines than getting rid of the restrictions that cause them." Bulma then unhooked her top and tossed it beside her pool chair. "You don't mind, do you Lemo? Piccolo?"
The Namekian just grunted and went back to paying attention to the game. Lemo shrugged and asked why would there be a problem with that.
Oolong, having a nose for these types of situations, elbowed Master Roshi and frantically pointed at the blue haired woman.
Master Roshi choked on his beer and spit it all over the pig again.
"Dammit! Really?! I just washed off from the first time you did that."
Master Roshi only pushed his sunglasses up his nose and stared openly at Bulma.
"That's actually a good idea." Eighteen said. She followed Bulma's example an took her top off.
"I thought women weren't allowed to take their top off." Cheelai debated.
"Mmm. I make the rules on this ship, so go for it." Bulma explained.
Cheelai 'whooped' and took her top off. "You know, on my planet, anyone could take their tops off in public and it was no big deal. I guess we are more advanced than Earth in that regard."
"Aren't you guys embarrassed to let those perverts ogle you?" Videl asked, concerned.
"Eh, nothing they haven't seen." Bulma shrugged. "Besides, if they become too much to handle, I'll have security toss them out." She said the last part loud enough for them to hear.
Oolong, Roshi, and even Krillin straightened up and turned their heads away. At least for a few seconds.
"What are those exactly?" Asked Turles gesturing towards their breasts. "Why are they so full?"
Cheelai looked at him funny, "we've been having sex for months, and you ask now?!"
"I didn't say I haven't noticed them before, it just never occurred to me to ask. I'm not sure of their function." The pirate explained.
"They don't have any, except get full of milk when you're having a baby." Eighteen said flatly.
"And 'supposedly' attracting a male mate." Bulma said in an annoyed voice.
"So human males like them?" Asked Turles.
Bulma simply pointed at the 'perv-gang' sitting and trying to look while pretending that they were NOT looking.
"Well, some human females like them too. It's not limited to only guys." Videl shrugged.
Eighteen smirked at her and honked one of her breasts. "Yeah, like me."
Videl squealed and covered her breasts with her arms.
"Eighteen, I didn't know you were bi." Bulma said much too cheerfully.
The android shrugged. "I like whatever I like."
"So you all have milk in there right now?" Turles asked.
"Not really, but I do because I recently had mine and Vegeta's daughter, but Eighteen's kid got weaned a long time ago." Bulma explained.
"And you know I don't." Cheelai simply said.
"Sorry, they're just full so I figured, wait, they swell even more?" Turles asked, confused.
"Ohh, yes, they come in all sorts of sizes, pregnant or not. They just swell even more when you do need to feed a baby." Eighteen explained.
"I'm trying to wean off Pan, so I still have some milk left." Videl looked at her swollen breasts.
"Huh, Saiyans produce milk all the time, but ours only swell a bit more when a cub is there." Turles said in a 'go figure' tone of voice.
"Sounds nice, my back was killing me when carrying Pan, all that extra weight and larger breasts, urgh." Videl bemoaned.
"Does your milk have different flavors?" He then asked.
"Sure! It depends on what you've had to eat." Bulma informed him. "It's the same with cum." She continued.
"BULMA!" Said Videl loudly.
Turles just laughed, "do tell, so far human cum has been rather… Lackluster compared to the Saiyan race variety. Of all the different species I've tried, my ra-
Saiyans
have the best tasting cum."
"I can attest to that, not the other races, but Saiyan cum is far better." Bulma said. "Videl, does Gohan take after his human or Saiyan side there?" She asked.
Videl blushed beet red. "Th-that! That's personal, Bulma!" Videl whined.
Bulma was about to needle her further when an irritated voice drifted towards the group at the pool side.
"Woman, we need food." Came the sour looking Prince.
His team had lost the volleyball fight and he was grumpy about it.
Beerus and Whis perked up at the mention of food.
Bulma rolled her eyes and just grabbed her phone and sent a message. "There. They'll have a buffet ready soon at the indoor pool, happy?" She snapped back.
"Will there be-"
"Yes, there will be absinthe, who do you think I am, Vegeta?"
The Prince just turned around, "you heard her, in the meantime, time for round three."
He was determined to win this time.
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Later on, when Bulma received the message that everything was ready for their meal, she told the group and everyone grabbed their stuff, put on their tops and headed upstairs to the indoor booked pool. "You guys go ahead, I'll grab Goku and Broly." She said to the group. She strode over to the VIP sun area where she found just one sunbed closed. No need for ki sensing here. "Goku, you guys awake?" She hit her palm against the canopy lightly a few times. "Mhhhhhhhh, Bulma?" Was the response from inside. "I'm opening the canopy, okay?" She slipped it open, revealing the two bleary eyed Saiyans tangled together under the blanket. "Awww, don't you guys look sweet like this." She cooed. "I came over because it's food time and we're heading indoors to eat, wanna join?" As if on cue, both Saiyans' stomachs rumbled. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Get dressed and lets get going." Keeping the blanket up and covering himself, Goku fished around for his bikini. "Ahem." Came Bulma's voice. Goku looked up and found his bikini dangling from one of Bulma's fingers.Blushing up a storm, he snatched them and put them on under the blanket. Bulma giggled, "glad you had fun, come on, buffets don't last long around Saiyans." Like overgrown ducklings they followed her inside. Bulma had booked the whole heated pool area, and a buffet with a roasting and carving section had been set up as per her request.A soda machine had been dragged in too and the Saiyans were already swarming around it like bees on a hot august day. "Okay, everyone, let us humans take first turn so we have a chance to get something, and then you aliens can go ahead, Lemo you can eat with us humans, same for you, Cheelai." Bulma loudly said when she entered the glass enclosed pool area. The Earthlings all grabbed food while the Saiyans filled their soda glasses with an almost religious fervor. After that the Saiyans moved over to the serving area. Piccolo had stayed back, saying something about the pool water being soothing, and the celestials had opted to go to the small sushi bar. After all, japanese food was one of their favorites.Yamcha looked at the Saiyans, trying not to look at Goku, and not too much at Toma. So far, both Saiyans had acted as if nothing had happened between them, and that got on the former bandit's nerves. His sight then landed on Broly. The piece of chicken he'd been about to swallow went down the wrong pipe when he saw what Broly was packing. Oolong slapped his back, until the lump dislodged. The swimsuit left nothing to the imagination. 'How the hell can he even walk?' was Yamcha's first thought. Yamcha mentally cursed Bulma, seeing her fingerprints all over these swimwear attires. Toma's package and firm ass seemed to beckon him from those skimpy swim trunks as well. "I have a question." Krillin began. "And it's not like I've been staring or anything, but… Since last night's uh- Exhibition, I've noticed that er- You guys have kinda… Shrunk?" "How do you mean?" Toma wondered. Krillin rephrased, "I mean- Where did your… Packages go?" "Our dicks? We tucked them." Said Bardock like it was obvious. "Tucked them?" Tien asked confused. "Ya know, when ya suck them up inside." Bardock said in a 'are you stupid' tone of voice. At the human males' gaping faces, his own jaw fell open, "wait, human males don't tuck?!" "NOOO! Why would you do that?!" Said Krillin, arms thrown out. "Never?! Really? W- …Ha… Well, we do it for room to move, and for safety, being a warrior race and all. Some things should just not be out there to get hit, if ya follow." All the human males shuddered in unison, all having gotten kicked there at least once. "So your dicks just hang out, all the time? Since you're born?!" Turles asked incredulous. "Pretty much, yes!" Tien said. The humans nodded along. "Fucking Hell." Bardock just said. Goku dropped a bone on his plate and looked down at his groin. He had no idea Saiyans could tuck and figured Broly hadn't been taught by Paragus, since there was no need. They'd both need to learn soon. Yamcha had to ask, "so you guys get even bigger?!" Bardock looked at him, "right, ya weren't there last night, but yes. Especially the latchers." A wicked smile slid over Bardock's face. "Wanna see something cool?"Without waiting for an answer Bardock turned his head, "hey, Raditz, remember that time ya finally got to teach?" Raditz, who was heading back to the table, stopped in his tracks and was catapulted back to the memories of teaching his baby brother about sex, and the result did not disappoint.His dick swelled up and 'untucked' and kept swelling until…
'SNAP!'
In a rather elegant curve, Raditz's mankini finally lost the battle and freed itself. Soaring through the air majestically and landing smack dab on Krillin's face.It took half a second for Krillin to register it, one second for him to rip it off while screaming his head off as if the cloth were on fire, and two seconds for everyone around him to keel over laughing. "IT'S NOT FUNNY! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE THIS- THIS- THING LAND ON YOUR FACE?!" Between laughs Turles manages to say, "I'd love it!" "Hee-hee! Me, me too!" laughed Cheelai. Hoping for some support, Krillin looked at his wife and found she was busy trying not to have beer come out of her nose. Even Raditz was laughing, standing butt naked and hard while pointing and laughing at Krillin.Vegeta was biting his hand to try and keep from laughing, while Goku was biting his lip and clutching the table cloth to at least try and seem supportive of his friend. Bulma was busy cackling and using her tablet to make a note to remind herself to find the surveillance footage of the pool later and get the file from this time period.Lemo did feel bad for Krillin and wanted to be sympathetic, but that face had just been too funny and he sat bent over the table and laughed. Piccolo just sat in the outdoor pool, cheeks purple and eyes firmly closed, ignoring the insanity he was sadly listening to, what with his powerful hearing. Bardock and Toma didn't bother to hold back and laughed, head tossed back and slapping the table. "You shoulda seen yer face." Bardock wheezed. "Well, your face would've been the same if this happened to you." Krillin grumped. "Actually, I'd-" "BABA, nooo!" Goku laugh-cried before he started snickering again. Krillin shivered as he remembered his conversation with Bulma about Goku having had sex with ALL the Saiyans. He wondered if that was a particular case or the same with all of them. That was one question he was willing to never have the answer to. After the laughter died down and everyone finally had a chance to eat their fill, Bulma suggested they make use of the indoor pool. Everyone jumped in or found a pool chair to curl up in. Goku shuffled over to Bulma, holding hands with Broly. "Bulma, is there somethin' here that dun involve the pool?" He asked sheepishly. "Huh, why do you ask? You love swimming." She asked, puzzled at the request. "It's just that Broly can't swim yet." He explained. A look of realization slid over her face, "right, desert planet. Well, Goku, you guys can use the hot tub if you want." She pointed at the large sunken tub next to one of the pool corners. "It's a bit too hot and early for it, but it'll work. You can adjust the temperature as well." "Oh, we're used t' high temperatures, Bulma, thank you." Goku smiled. "Come on, Broly, it'll be like takin' a bath, sorta." They walked over to the hot tub and Goku pressed the 'on' button and chose the water temperature. The tub started to fill. "Ya see the seats there? Ya can sit on them and still be in the water, try sittin' down." Broly nervously stepped into the tub and sat down, and Goku sat across from him. "Dun worry, I ain't lettin' it fill too far up, just around the waist or low chest should do it." Broly nodded, still nervous as inch by inch his body was immersed in water.When it hit just below the nipples Goku stopped it. "Okay?" "Yes, I think so… It's scary but nice too." Broly said, confused. "Ok, so the next part is why people use these things, when I press this button the water's gonna start bubblin', it feels like gettin' a massage, so dun freak out. If it's too much I'll just turn it off, ok?" Looking more nervous now, Broly nodded hesitantly. "Will it hurt?" Goku felt his heart flutter and he grabbed his mate's hand before pressing the button. "It won't hurt a bit." The engines sprung to life as the water started bubbling.Broly looked ready to 'abandon ship' but Goku grabbed both his hands. "Easy, easy, it's just water movin'. Nothin' harmful, I swear." He said, keeping eye contact with Broly. After several seconds of nothing happening, Broly relaxed a bit. "There ya go, come here." Broly slid on the submerged seat closer to Goku, ending next to him. The Earth Saiyan wrapped an arm around him, and leaned against him. "There, ya see? It's just bubbles." Broly had never seen bubbles before, at least not this big. He tried trapping one in his hands without any good result. Goku chuckled, "the bubbles are made of air, ya can't trap 'em." Not accepting that, Broly kept trying.Goku let him, just happy he was no longer a nervous wreck. He took the chance to look over at the pack in and out of the pool and relax in the warm water. Eventually, Broly gave up trying to capture the elusive bubbles and just leaned into his mate.After a while, Goku felt the need to liven things up a bit. With a smirk he splashed some water at Broly.Broly looked confused.Goku repeated the process.Broly copied it, Goku splashed back harder, Broly splashed back harder, and so on. Soon a water fight had broken out and both laughed while splashing the other.The fight ended with the water level lower than before and both panting with smiles on their faces.
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Broly and Goku sank down into the water to catch their breaths.
"I see you guys had fun." Came Bulma's voice suddenly.
Both looked and saw her coming towards the hot tub, a bucket of ice containing a bottle of wine and a glass clutched in her hand.
"Room for one more?" She asked.
The Saiyans just nodded. She then slid into the water and placed her cargo on the edge of the hot tub, and poured herself a glass.
"Ahhhh, now THIS is great. Needs more water though." Bulma reached over to the controls and flipped a switch. "So, Son, what fun did you two else have today, hmm?" She asked with a cheshire smile.
Goku blushed slightly, "there is no need for ya t' know."
"Oh, come now, we're friends and I strongly doubt you took off your bikini to sleep. Hey Broly, what did Goku do with you?"
"He sucked me." Came Broly's nonchalant tone.
"BROLY! Please dun tell her, I'll never hear the end of it." Goku told his mate.
Bulma just cackled like the evil being she was. "My, my, Goku, so risqué of you!" She swirled the wine in her glass and took a sip.
Goku just ducked into the water.
"Now, tell me, Broly, did you retur-" Bulma started before the door to the pool area was swung opened, making everyone look over at it.
"BULMA, YOU SASSY WOMAN! I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU AND- Ohhh, myyyyy go~d."
Jean's voice trailed off when he got a good look at all the Saiyans and the miles of skin bared to his roaming eyes. Turles even winked at him when he noticed the staring.
"Jean! Over here! I was wondering where you'd disappeared to!" Bulma waved him over.
Barely taking his eyes off the Saiyans in and out of the pool, Jean made his way over to them.
"Bulma, you're living the dream!" He said as he looked away and noticed the two Saiyans in the tub with her.
"Indeed. Good to see you, Jean, and this is…?" She trailed off as she looked at the figure following behind Jean.
"Ahh, this is Dusty, my assistant, she'll be helping me for the duration of our little project. Dusty, meet Mrs. Briefs, it's still Briefs or how?" Jean asked.
"Yes, Saiyans don't use last names, so I kept my own." Bulma explained.
"Ahh, I see."
"Honored to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Briefs." Said Dusty, bowing in a traditional japanese way.
Jean started again, "now Dusty, these two very fine gentlemen are two of the models I was telling you about, Goku and… Broly was it?"
Broly nodded.
"Wonderful, I see you wasted no time getting them into swimwear, you naughty little minx."
Bulma just laughed, "wouldn't you have done the same?"
"Ohh, indeed I would." Laughed Jean. "I was hoping we could talk a bit about some ideas for the themes and designs."
"Sure, let's have dinner tonight, we just ate shortly before you came so it'll be a late dinner, I'm afraid. I can get us seats at the nice japanese restaurant for- Say… Nine pm?"
"Sounds marvelous dear. It's a date. Ohh, and would you mind if I brought Armando along with me?"
"Not at all, I've been looking forward to meeting the lucky man." Bulma replied.
"Well, I'll leave you to your fun then." Here he glanced over at Goku and Broly.
"Ahh, yes, that reminds me, Jean, do you remember that little game I suggested at the party?"
"Game, what do you-" Jean said in an unsure voice.
"Broly, be a dear and stand up for a second." Bulma asked the wild Saiyan.
Confused, Broly obeyed and rose up, water now coming up to his mid thighs, revealing every inch of Broly's torso.
A choked noise came out of the small man's mouth before he fell backwards into Dusty's waiting arms, in a smooth motion she lifted him up on his feet again where he managed to stay, if a bit wobbly.
"Thank you, Broly, you may sit down now." Bulma said in a sugary voice.
Broly sat down, still very confused.
"See you at nine, Jean~" She winked at her friend who turned around and walked towards the exit in a daze.
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Nine o'clock was around the corner and the Saiyans were supposed to meet Bulma outside their suite and then go to the restaurant together.
Bulma had called ahead and had a small section of the restaurant set aside for them. This was a private meeting, after all.
Toma looked at the device his cub had said told time and he still couldn't figure out how it worked, but Goku had assured him that he would let everyone know when it was time to leave.
In fact, it was ten til nine when Goku ushered his pack outside and waited for Bulma, Vegeta, and Raditz.
Not a minute later, the married trio came out and they all headed together to the restaurant.
Goku had begged Turles to not dress slutty, to which Turles had raised an eyebrow and chosen a button up long sleeve black shirt and tight black shorts. He had left the top half of the shirt unbuttoned, and Goku had figured that was as good as he was going to get.
The others had dressed appropriately as well, in formal attires, and Bulma had chosen a silver low cut dress.
They left for the lower deck and entered the Mifune Japanese Restaurant, all the japanese cuisine you could eat.
Bulma saw her friend at the table way in the back and waved. As the group sat down Bardock huffed.
"Now THIS is much better than those chairs." He said as he took his seat on a cushion on the floor.
"Oh, you don't like chairs, dearie?" Jean asked.
"Nah. We would eat on the floor on Vegetasei, on low tables. We're more used to it." Bardock didn't mention how chairs reminded him of Frieza's mothership, where they would sit on benches and the temperature was always too cold for the Saiyans. Bardock and his comrades were sure that Frieza kept the ship too cold just to irritate the (very) warm blooded Saiyans.
Jean nodded, "everyone, this is my significant other, Armando Ricardo Hernández Iglesias. I brought him along so you could meet him.
The handsome young man was built like a train. He had a dark tan going on, and muscles for days.
"Armando." A few of the Saiyans repeated, hypnotized by the long-haired exotic looking human.
Raditz simply huffed and tossed his own luxurious mane, earning an immediate rivalry with Armando as he noticed the move.
Turles cursed that he had listened to Goku and had not dressed slutty.
Bardock wondered if this human was packing down there, as much as he was packing up here.
Goku was curious if this human was as tall as Broly, sure looked like it.
"He's my sweet little hot butterfly." Jean touched Armando's cheek.
"Ay, que cosas dices, Jean! Stop eeet~" Armando said in a thick accent as he swatted the hand away, making Jean giggle in a way that made the Saiyans' ears ring.
Bulma smiled brightly. "Hiii, I'm Bulma Briefs and these are my husbands and their family and pack. It's good to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you from Jean here." The blue haired woman said as she leaned forward to greet Armando with a hand shake. Armando also leaned towards Bulma to kiss her hand.
Raditz gasped and Bulma caught his insecurity right away, "don't worry, love, a handshake and a kiss don't mean the same for humans as they do for Saiyans. It's just a polite way to say 'hello'." Bulma pecked Raditz's cheek and patted his thigh, "human culture, sweety~" She said in a sing song voice.
Raditz remembered himself and calmed down. These were his partners and they accepted him. There was no need to overreact to things.
"Apologies, but what does it mean in your culture, if I may ask?” said Armando.
"It means 'fuck me'." Bardock said casually.
Armando laughed in an annoying way which didn't sit well in Goku's guts. "O, nonono, I could not posseebly have sex weeth a woman. However preetee she may be."
"Damn, straight. Or should I say 'damn gay'?" Jean cackled.
Dusty simply sipped from her tea cup, ignoring the couple's antics.
Bardock leaned towards Bulma and asked in an irritated tone, "I came here for the food. Where is it?" He wasn't sure if this place worked the same as the buffet or that other restaurant they had been at. He certainly couldn't smell food nearby, aside from what other people were eating.
"Oh, please excuse him. Saiyans get huffy when they're hungry." Bulma apologized to Jean.
"Not at all, hun. I'm also famished. I'm ready for some sushi!" The short man dismissed the apology.
"S-sushi? Like what we had that day…?" Raditz looked at Goku expectantly.
"Yeah! This is the place t' get all kinds of sushi and, soups, and tempura, and dumplings, and noodles-"
"Kakarot, please stop." Toma begged, grabbing his growling stomach.
Vegeta flagged down a waitress to place his order. "Everything off the menu, and keep the food coming. Do not hesitate. We shall eat it all."
The waitress stared at Vegeta, straightened her glasses, and chuckled nervously. "I- I'm sorry?"
Vegeta leaned close to the young woman and lowered his voice to a dangerous tone. "Everything. Off. The. Menu. Rinse and repeat, understand?"
The girl nodded her head vigorously and dashed to the kitchen to warn the chefs.
They would all be working overtime tonight.
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"Surely they don't actually mean
'everything'
, right?" Jean asked Bulma.
"Ohh, Jean. Dear, dear Jean. You're about to witness one of the most fascinating and terrifying things there is; a pack of Saiyans eating. Brace yourself." Bulma warned the poor humans.
"We're going to be here for a loooong time, hope you don't have to get up early." She added.
"Oh, dear me…" Jean gasped.
Food eventually started coming; bowls of edamame, several pots of oden and sukiyaki, tempura shrimp and vegetables, onigiri, takoyaki, bowls of miso soup and ramen and soba and udon… And these were only the soups and appetizers.
Before the poor food runners had even finished placing all their food on the tables, the first meals they'd placed down had already vanished under the astounding eyes of the humans sans Bulma.
"O, dios mio." Was Armando's reaction to seeing the food seemingly vanish into the gaping holes that Saiyans had instead of stomachs.
It soon became clear that more food runners would be needed to cover those tables, and three more were assigned to that area. Soon, a waiter was forced to put a 'restaurant fully booked-thank you for your understanding' sign at the entrance to free up chefs.
Bulma simply ate her food elegantly, used to the chaos what was Saiyans eating. The other humans had more trouble staying focused. Jean sat and watched with a look of horror at the sheer amount they could have in their mouth in one bite. Armando sat and tried to figure out how their bodies could contain it all, and Dusty sat there and ate her food mechanically, watching the horror show unfold.
Eventually, the pace slowed down a bit and the Saiyans could now have a conversation while eating. Now they were enjoying plate after plate of sushi and sashimi and other meats.
They talked about the food, the fun the pool had been, and eventually the topic drifted back to last night.
"Man, can you imagine if that Yamcha had been there last night? He'd have freaked out
-munch.-
"
"No kidding
-slurp.-
With him disliking gay guys and all." Said Raditz before drinking some more sake.
"Well, not to brag but I might've fixed that part." Turles said smugly after slurping some noodles that had managed to survive the initial attack.
"The fuck you did! If anyone fixed 'it' it was me." Said Bardock proudly.
"Umm, no, it was definitely me, Bardy." Turles objected.
"Hell no! I sucked his brains out and he loved it!" Bardock stated insistently.
Turles gasped. "Well, clearly I'd warmed him up when I rode him before you got to him!" He said loudly.
Goku stopped eating to gape in astonishment.
Both Turles and Bardock ignored him and continued. "Wait, so we both fixed 'it'?" Asked Turles.
"Seems so." Bardock said, astounded.
"You did, both of you, I could smell it when I fixed 'it' after you guys." Toma said as he ate another roll of sushi calmly. Bulma had warned the pack to use very little of that green paste and to mix it with plenty of soy sauce, to just dip the side of the sushi roll in it. Toma had done just that.
Now Goku, Turles, Bardock and Bulma were gawking at him.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Came from the group.
"I rocked his world. Made him have a ki orgasm." Toma wiggled his eyebrows and continued eating with a smug little grin.
Vegeta just started laughing so hard he actually rolled off the cushion.
"Hang on, hang on, the supposedly gay disliking guy… Fucked all of you three last night?" Asked Raditz.
"Yup." "Seems so." "I just blew him, but yeah." Were the responses.
"Well… He's bad at being 'straight' that's for sure." Raditz added as he remembered the word someone had used to describe Yamcha's sexual orientation.
Goku started drinking sake straight from the bottle.
"To be fair, he's always been bad at that." Said Bulma.
Being a drama whore, Turles couldn't help himself. "So, did he think you were Kakarot too?" He asked Bardock.
Goku choked on the sake. A spray of hot burning alcohol sprayed out through his nose.
Vegeta abruptly stopped laughing, "WHAT?! EXPLAIN!"
"Seems the human has a bit of a thing for Kakarot here, I was surprised too when he called out his name. Mind you he was drunk off his ass and it was dark." Turles explained.
Vegeta banged the table as hard as he could without breaking it. "HE DARES?! Hiding like a coward and then making Kakarot feel bad over it when he himself…"
Ki had started building around Vegeta's form when Bulma tossed a cup of sake in his face.
"Stop that now, rage later. We're having a civilized dinner now with guests, so behave."
Vegeta just sat there, face drenched in sake, gaping at Bulma at a loss for words.
"If I may interject, what is a ki orgasm?" Jean asked, having followed the drama eagerly.
"Yamcha has a thing for me?" Goku, after having a coughing fit and blowing his nose and wiping the tears, asked his pack in a hoarse voice.
"A ki orgasm happens when a Saiyan can make ya come from yer… 'Energetic' body, not just the physical." Bardock started explaining.
"Oh, yes, he has a liking to you, Kakarot." Turles purred.
"Ohhh, you mean like tantra sex?" Armando asked.
"But… He ain't never showed me anythin' but friendship!" Goku countered.
"A bit like that, yes." Bulma answered Armando's question.
"He mistook me for you too, cub. There are some, whatcha call em- 'Unresolved issues' here." Bardock said while snatching another maki sushi.
Everyone was so caught up in their discussion, no one besides Raditz noticed the look on Vegeta's face.
Vegeta's face was blank, no emotion at all. This was not good. Raditz knew that from experience. There would be a massive reaction later.
Broly simply grasped Goku's hand, receiving a comforting squeeze, and gave one in return.
Goku blocked out the chaotic conversation and did some introspection. He analyzed every moment he'd lived, as an adult, with the ex thief, since they met at the third tournament until, well, now. Not once had Goku noticed any odd behavior from Yamcha. Was Goku really that aloof? Then again, Goku did not know a lot about humans in this area. Chichi had made her interest very loud and clear from the first moment at the tournament, and Broly was a Saiyan AND had chased him, so...
With a deep sigh, he leaned over to Broly and nuzzled his hard broad shoulder. It would make no difference. Goku was not and had never been interested in Yamcha in 'that' way. He had his mate, his mate to be, cubs, and his pack, and he couldn't want for more.
He'd tried the whole 'being mated to a human' before and it had not gone well. He was not going back down that road.
Goku flagged a waiter, "do ya have absinthe here?"
"I'm afraid not, sir." The waiter replied.
"Could ya get some?" Goku asked. He needed something stronger than sake.
"Well I-" The waiter tried again.
"Run out and get a few boxes, here." Said Bulma as she handed over a large wad of cash. "Keep the change." She said before returning to the talk with Armando about tantric sex and how it was similar to ki orgasms.
The waiter gaped at the bills before immediately heading out the front doors.
When the waiter came back, he simply left a box near the table. Goku pulled out a bottle and didn't even bother using a cup. He twisted the stopper and just drank from the bottle.
Broly, curious as to what Goku was drinking, grabbed a bottle for himself and repeated what his mate did.
"Kakarot, pass me a bottle." Came Vegeta's far too calm voice.
Goku tossed a bottle to him without words. Through their connection, they could both deduce how much the other needed to drown their thoughts.
And so the hours went by, Bulma talked fashion, Saiyans, and sex with Jean and Armando, Dusty said a few words every now and then and took some notes whenever Jean asked her to, the Saiyans ate and drank (particularly in Goku and Vegeta's case). Broly had had one bottle, but honestly didn't see why it was so special, and drank sake too.
When the food runners came out and said there simply was no more food, the group decided to head to bed. Bulma added in a ridiculous tip for all the staff's trouble.
They said goodbye to Jean, Armando, and Dusty outside the restaurant and split up. Raditz and Bulma practically dragged Vegeta, and they all headed towards their respective suites.
Goku walked slowly, and Broly kept his pace slow to match his. The result was that everyone else was soon ahead of them.
Ultimately, they jumped in an elevator, while Broly and Goku were left behind waiting for the next ride.
When they finally caught the next one, the pack was out of sight.
"Broly, can we step outside? I need some air." Goku asked.
Broly nodded and they found a door leading to a deserted curved balcony on the upper deck.
There was a small set of chairs and table and Goku sat down with a sigh. Broly took a seat at the table too.
Goku looked at him, vision a bit blurry. "Broly, how much did ya catch of what was said tonight?"
"About you and Yamcha?" Broly inquired.
Goku just nodded.
"Well, he had sex with Bardock, Turles and Toma, and yet he seemed angry about you and I being together for some reason, and then today Vegeta made him apologize for offending you."
"Yes, that's right, but the thing is, the reason he hates you and I bein' together is not just because he wants t' be with guys too, he… Wants t' be with me specifically."
Broly simply tilted his head, the pack members all had sex with each other, why would this-
Goku continued, "as in he wants to be my mate."
Broly froze.
The swishing of the ocean waves and the far away music were the only sounds for a few seconds.
"Broly, do ya-"
"Do you want to be his mate?" Broly's strained voice interrupted.
"No! No, I don't! I've never seen him as a potential mate, and I never want t' have a human mate again."
Broly rose up and stood next to Goku. "You really don't want him?" Broly hunched down and looked Goku in the eyes in a rare show of utmost seriousness.
Goku cupped Broly's face. "I promise ya, I'm not interested in him as a mate, why would I ever be with ya here?"
"Truly? You've known each other for so long."
"So what? I've known Krillin and Bulma even longer and I dun want them as mates either."
Goku leaned in close to his face. "I love ya, Broly, believe me."
Broly's eyes drilled into his own before they both surged forward and kissed passionately.
Hands grabbed Broly's shoulders as the wild Saiyan's large form plucked him from his seat and lifted him up.
Goku's legs wrapped around his waist to anchor himself and they kissed desperately.
"Broly~ Dammit, I need…"
"Yes."
Broly turned them around and pressed Goku up against a wall, ripping at his clothes while Goku dragged his hands down Broly's chest, grabbed the sides of the button up shirt, and ripped it open before starting to open his own, and tossed it aside.
Broly fumbled with Goku's pants, unused to the different fastenings and just tore them open, eventually, making Goku gasp from the cool air.
Goku tossed his head back and moaned as Broly attacked his neck with kisses and love bites, while Goku's one hand snuck down and ripped open Broly's trousers. He grabbed Broly's shoulders again and kicked off his shoes, then used his feet to push Broly's pants down, taking the underwear with them. Broly slid them the rest of the way down his long muscular legs easily.
Now, both naked, aside from the pants around Broly's ankles, Broly lifted Goku up and found his breeder with expertise won from many trysts.
Goku gasped and tossed his head back, seeing stars as he was mounted on that huge cock that surged up and filled him to the brim.
Broly grunted with each thrust, driving all the way in and puncturing Goku's cervix over and over.
"Gods, yes! Broly, fuck me harder! Right there~!" Goku moaned.
So caught up in their passion, they didn't notice a familiar ki nearby. Familiar to Goku at least.
-
Gohan had felt a rush of ki coming from outside and had come out to see what was happening. Needless to say, watching his father having sex up against a wall on a deck was not what he'd been expecting.
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He should've left as soon as he saw them, but something kept him there. He was frozen behind a pillar about twenty meters away from where his father and Broly were having raw sex. There was no other way to describe it, it was hard, animalistic, and all in all, filthy.
He could hear the noises from where their bodies met, the slick noises mixed with the growls and moans from Broly and his father. He could smell the lust and hormones that drifted over to him downwind, thankfully.
Thanks to his Saiyan eyesight he could even see the details on his father's face, the ecstasy, the passion, and the rapture written all over it.
His old bedroom had been near his parents (Chichi and Goku) and so he'd heard things while growing up. It had simply been unavoidable, but he'd never heard any noises like these coming from their bedroom. Further proof of how unsuited the human life had been for his father.
Gohan had come up to his father's suite to ask him if he wanted to join in a late game of cards or whatnot, a case of insomnia mixed with a desire to spend more time with his father after having felt his ki indicating he was still awake.
His intentions had been pure up until he saw the two lovers locked in a type of dance that had been instinctively driven into creatures that reproduced sexually for eons.
Gods, Broly really was a beast! 'Gentle giant' had been the first words that had come to mind when Gohan had met him, but now…
He could see his back muscles flexing in time with the pivoting hips, his firm ass cheeks clenching with every hard thrust piercing his father's body, hear the grunts of exertion.
The large thighs and legs firmly planted on the floor to help push himself upwards while his father hung seemingly helpless from the grip of Broly's big hands, one grasping the hips, the other one now clasping his father's hands above his head.
Sweat started shimmering on Broly’s back as he worked relentlessly and single mindedly on fucking his father.
It was wrong, he shouldn't be here, watching them like this.
But a small part of him could not help but… Imagine things. How would it feel to be with a male? How would it feel to be so free as to have sex outside? Not a care about what people thought to the point where you'd blow someone in front of your friends. A part of him simply wondered, what would it be like… To be in his father's place, right now.
Not necessarily with Broly, just… The position.
Gohan looked down and to his shame and exhilaration he found himself hard.
A second after, he could hear words.
"Broly, change. Table." Came the choked voice of his dad.
It seemed Broly had no problem understanding what his father meant. He pulled out, Gohan's eyes widened comically at the magnitude of Broly's size, it was one thing to see numbers, another to see the monster in person.
'How can dad just… Take it? Seemingly so easily?!'
Broly carried Goku over to the table, ripping the pants around his ankles without even noticing it, and placed Goku on it before flipping him over.
Goku scrambled into position, bracing himself on the surface of the table, and lifting his tail.
Broly's huge hands grabbed his hips and with one thrust slammed himself inside again, forcing a garbled moan from his father.
Gohan's dick twitched, and strangely enough it felt like something contracted inside him when he saw Broly seating himself inside Goku, and then started a hard pace.
His father's moans grew more desperate, and Gohan was unable to resist any longer. The darkness inside him crept up and took control of his mind. Shutting his eyes halfway, he slid his hands down his trousers and started rubbing himself and circling his asshole with the other.
He was hard as he'd only ever been a few times with Videl and several times with his 'toys'.
He bit his lips to silence his moans and kept his eyes focused on them.
Thanks to the different angle he could now see better where Broly entered his father's body.
Seeing the length drill into his father like that made his tail spot itch.
He slipped one finger inside himself, trying to reach that special spot.
"Fuck, Broly! So good! Go deeper!" His father moaned as he leaned down until his chest was pressed against the table. Broly followed suit as he pressed down on Goku's torso, keeping him in place with his weight and leaning up to bite the back of Goku's neck.
The sheer dominance Gohan was seeing, and the mental image of being the one pressed down on the table, a large body dominating him, plowing into him, made his breath and hand movements speed up.
The table legs scraped against the floor, but the noise didn't seem to faze his father or Broly.
Broly just kept hammering away while his father clawed at the table surface, moaning and panting, seemingly helpless.
Gohan's hands moved faster, rivulets of precum making the movements slicker, while he forced another finger up inside himself, trying to match Broly's rhythm, while keeping his eyes open to be able to watch.
At some point, Broly had grabbed the base of Goku's tail and his father almost screamed.
Gohan envied the Saiyans and their tails, especially in moments like these, where Gohan wanted to feel what it would be like to have the full thing and not the little stump that provided some sort of pleasure. The only joke of a simulation was when Gohan would put on a fake tail and pretend he had one. But that didn't provide any physical pleasure exactly, just mental.
The increase in moans drew his attention back to his father and his mate.
Both were close now, and so was Gohan. He saw his father arch his back and he heard him scream, Broly moaned and his hips stuttered.
'Oh, my god, this is happening!'
Was Gohan's last thought before his dick started pulsing and releasing in his hand as he clamped down around his fingers. The demi Saiyan had to bite his lip until it bled to avoid moaning out loud.
Gohan was so lost in lust he didn't even notice the rise in power levels of Broly and Goku as they came.
When he stopped seeing stars and actually got some awareness back, Gohan found himself slumped on the floor, thankfully still out of sight from his dad and Broly.
He looked down and found his hand covered with jizz, he'd pulled out his fingers while still dazed and his whole body twitched from the aftershocks.
He'd never come like that, even during the best 'toy session'. He tried not to dwell on it, and instead peeked around the pillar again. His father was still on the table and Broly had semi collapsed on him, both were kissing slowly while purring so much Gohan could hear them without any problem. Gohan figured he'd better leave while they were still caught in the afterglow.
He tucked himself in, zipped up his pants, wiping his hands on them, and shakily got to his feet. He turned the curve and walked… Straight into a hard chest.
He looked up in horror, the feeling magnifying about a million times when he saw Raditz's grinning face above his own.
'Ohhh, fuck me.'
Was Gohan's only thought.
Gohan opened his mouth, though not sure what to say. Raditz simply laid a finger on his lips. His uncle gestured with his head that they should move somewhere else. He then turned around and walked silently away. Gohan followed, what else could he do now that Raditz had seen…
He followed the waterfall of hair moving in front of him. Finally they made their way back indoors via another entrance and the long haired Saiyan opened one of the unoccupied rooms. He gestured for Gohan to followed him and both headed inside.
Door firmly shut, Gohan turned and looked at his uncle.
To his surprise he found no disgust or revulsion on his face.
"Well… Say something!" The suspense was killing him.
"He's gorgeous, right?" Was said with a smile.
"What?" Of all the things Gohan had expected to hear…
"Yer dad, he's gorgeous, right? Broly is hot too, don't get me wrong, but Kakarot is…" He inhaled deeply.
Gohan just looked astounded.
"Was it yer first time getting off to him? Or any male for that matter?" Raditz asked in a friendly manner.
"I- NO! I mean… To males? Maybe. But- I’ve never gotten off to my dad! What the Hell?! That would be wrong! And why are you so calm about this?!" Gohan asked confused. Surely Raditz would be upset over this.
"Pfffff. Humans and their weird notions.” The long haired warrior shook his head. “There ain't nothing wrong with ya, cub, or what ya did. Trust me. It's just yer Saiyan heritage poking its head out."
"What are you saying?! It
was
wrong! He's my
dad
, for god's sake! Even if he weren’t my dad, I still should've stopped myself! It’s wrong to spy on other people, especially when they’re doing something so private!"
Raditz rolled his eyes. "Listen to me, cub. Yes, ya watched them have sex. Yes, he's yer dad. But that's normal among Saiyans. Ya couldn’t take ten steps on Vegetasei without seeing a couple engaged in some sexual activity, out in the open. Sex ain’t a bad thing, unlike what ya humans think. Hell, I've fucked my dad, and my mother, to use human terms, I’ve even fucked yer dad. It's normal for us. Healthy even. Clears out our ki and helps us strengthen our bonds."
Gohan gaped at him like he'd just sprouted three heads and a pair of wings to boot.
"What- No… No, not my dad, he'd never…" Gohan tried vaguely to explain why Raditz had to be lying.
"It took a good while, and overcoming some mental barriers before he was willing to try it, but eventually he accepted it. Now he loves it. If ya'd have been up for it, ya two would've fucked ages ago. On Vegetasei, he woulda been the one to teach ya about sex, hands on, and given ya yer first fuck when ya came of age. But since yer half human he figured it was better to not bring it up."
"Wait- You're saying my dad would've brought it up with me? To- To… TO HAVE SEX WITH ME?!"
"In a nutshell? Yes. Relax, cub, he'd never have forced ya. If ya'd been a full Saiyan then it woulda happened naturally the moment ya became an adult, with ya being the oldest and not having an older sibling, it woulda fallen onto him. But since yer heritage is a bit spread out, he held back in case ya took after yer human side in that department. Seems that wasn't quite the case, now was it?"
"I would never have sex with him! Even tonight, what- What you saw was just me watching two guys have sex and HOW they had sex, not who they were!"
Raditz gave him a deadpan look. '
Same fruit will come out of the same seed, I guess.'
"What?" Gohan asked, confused.
"Oh, nothing. Just… Ya take after yer dad, both in the 'skittish about fucking family' part, and if I'm not mistaken, the role ya prefer to have when it comes to sex." Raditz's eyes turned intense and suddenly, Gohan felt like he was nailed to the floor.
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"I think I need to walk off all that food." Raditz sighed while patting his belly.
Bulma looked at Vegeta slumped on the bed, pretending that the world didn't exist. She huffed and nodded at her taller husband, "alright. I'll deal with him and try to see what's up his ass." She nodded at the Prince.
"Good luck, although times like these, it's best to let him be until he's ready to talk." Raditz advised.
Bulma trusted Raditz knew Vegeta a little better than she did and accepted his suggestion.
"I'll take a little walk, maybe help haul Kakarot back to the nest if they're til stuck in the lower deck." Raditz chuckled.
Bulma squinted at the Saiyan, trying to read in between the lines.
"If you guys end up fucking, you better come straight back here afterwards, you hear, mister?"
Raditz smirked while saluting her and left the room, the door clicked behind him.
He walked over to the pack's suite and peaked inside. His source and carrier were fucking and Turles was lending a hand, but no Broly or Kakarot.
He closed the door again, and headed down the hallway the route they'd taken earlier.
"Maaan, ki sensing would be really handy right about now," he thought out loud. Trying to pick up their scent was proving to be difficult as well, what with so many smells around.
Raditz had trouble learning how to read energy signatures. Vegeta's patience had run out and Kakarot simply didn't know how else to teach his brother so he could learn. So far, Raditz could sense ki only if it was really close to him, and even that was a big effort for him. He actually wasn't sure if what he was sensing was ki or scents.
He followed the hallway until he arrived at the stairs. So far no luck, he went down to see if they might be on the lower deck still.
Also negative.
Shrugging, he decided to ride up the elevator and walk around the upper deck, hopefully finding Kakarot, and maybe checking on Bulma to see how she was doing with Vegeta.
Raditz pressed the elevator button and rode up. The elevator arrived at the floor and the door opened.
He walked down the corridor, coming to a hallway cross when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and at the end of the other hallway he could see his oldest… Nephew, was the word if he remembered correctly.
Figuring he should take the chance to talk to the brat, or get some help feeling out Kakarot's location at least, he turned to follow him, but lost sight of the demi when he turned a corner right after.
No problem, he knew the brat's scent.
He followed the trail for a minute or so, 'where the Hell is the brat going? And at this time?'
Finally, he came to a door leading outside, he opened it and stepped out onto a long deck that curved.
He closed the door carefully behind him, he'd broken a door by accident, before he followed the curve of the deck.
Unless the brat had flown off, he should be right around… 'OHH.'
Raditz stopped in his tracks when he saw the brat standing a few meters away, hiding behind a pillar, with a hard on almost bursting through his pants, if Raditz's eyes weren't mistaken.
His nephew hadn't noticed Raditz yet, totally focused on what he was observing, and judging by the noises and scents, Raditz had inadvertently succeeded in finding Kakarot too.
'Well, well, seems like Kakarot's brat is not so human after all.'
He stayed behind the demi Saiyan, simply observing and seeing what the cub would do. Judging by the noises, he avidly imagined what Kakarot and Broly were doing.
While it was a shame he couldn't see his brother from where he was standing, he did have a nice view right here. The little cry-cub was fingering himself now while simultaneously jerking off, having given up pretending.
He had to say, said cry-cub had grown up handsomely.
In more than one area, too.
Raditz's eyes slid down to the leaking length being pumped in the brat's hand.
Not a bad size for a human-Saiyan mix, he admitted.
Raditz smiled. He had come upon a dirty little family secret indeed. And he was going to exploit it, while helping the brat, whether he liked it or not.
Honestly, he did owe it to the cub to try and help him with this. He could only imagine how hard it would've been growing up torn between Saiyan and human culture, with how different they were.
And Kakarot, for all that he loved his cubs, was still learning how to be Saiyan himself. Though alcohol did help move things along it seemed, judging by the moans and scraping of furniture.
The time of climax came, and Raditz watched with unrestrained glee how his nephew brought himself over the edge, Gohan slumped on the ground for a bit, his eyes still trained on Kakarot and Broly.
It seemed the cub had really gotten himself worked up if his posture was any indication. Besides, if Raditz should happen to commit the mental image of Gohan's climax to memory, it really wasn't anyone else's affairs, right?
When the brat was able to see again,
he'd peeked back at Kakarot and Broly, hurriedly adjusted his pants, and retreated towards the corner.
Gohan turned around and bumped right into Raditz's chest. The face the cub made was priceless. Raditz couldn't help but widen his grin.
Before Gohan could say anything, Raditz brought a finger to his lips and gestured towards the end of the hallway. The brat followed.
And here they were now.
-
"-The role ya prefer to have when it comes to sex."
"W-what do you mean?" Gohan stuttered.
"I mean ya like being on the bottom. Tell me I'm wrong." Raditz said.
Gohan blushed and rage filled his mind. "I'll have you know that my private life with my partner is none of your business." Gohan barked at his uncle.
Raditz took several steps forward, and Gohan had no choice but to back up until his back hit the wall.
Raditz hit the wall right next to Gohan's head, making a small dent in it. "What's wrong, cub?"
"Y-you're just really close, could you…"
"Could I what?" Raditz asked with a devious smile.
"Step back." Gohan glared at him from behind those silly glasses.
Honestly, Gohan was at least a hundred times stronger than the warrior in front of him. Why was he letting Raditz intimidate him?
"Make me. Come on, should be easy. From what yer dad's told me, yer far stronger than most. Hell, ya even gave me trouble when ya were still a snot nosed cub."
"I don't really want to fight with you." Gohan tried to explain.
"Ohhh, ya don't wanna fight, do ya?" Raditz asked.
"That's right, I have a career now, a family, I'm not-"
Raditz slammed the other hand next to Gohan's head, making him jump.
"Bullshit, cub! I might not be the smartest guy around, but good 'humans' don't get off finger fucking themselves while watching their dads get fucked raw. You are of Saiyan blood, cub, make no mistake! Ya can't run from this."
Raditz relaxed his stance, "look… I get it, humans frown on it, but listen to me, brat. Yer stuck in the middle, and I feel for ya for dealing with that, but that means that yer free to choose which parts ya like and live like ya feel. And the thing is, ya like stuff that humans would mock ya for, but
we
won't. Because we like the same things. Do ya follow what I'm saying? Ya don't have to keep it hidden from us. Not from yer dad, Hell, ya take after him. And neither from yer grandparents, or whatever ya call them."
Gohan digested the words coming from his uncle. Was this all true, or was Raditz being a dick to him again? Was Gohan so deep in denial that he couldn't see the truth behind the farce?
"Look, brat, I know ya have zero reason to trust me, especially after what I did to ya in the past, but yer circ-family and ya need guidance that yer father was unable to give because of circumstances. Talk to Vegeta, or yer dad if ya don't believe me."
Gohan looked away before he mumbled something too low even for Saiyan ears.
"What?" Raditz asked.
"Vegeta already knows, he caught me too, once." Blushing red in memory of that day. "I was… In an old shack I built in the forest. He must've caught my scent while he was on his way to spar with my dad. I wasn't expecting anyone to be around the area, and I was too distracted to notice his ki approaching…"
"Ohhh, what did he say?"
"He said: 'I guess you really did get some from your father after all.' And asked if I needed 'help'."
"Well, ya are similar to yer dad, in more ways than one it seems, I won't ask about what ya were doing, but what happened after?"
"I was so embarrassed I just said 'no', and begged him not to tell anyone. He promised not to, but he also said that if I changed my mind, I knew where to find him." Gohan looked away.
"Do ya regret telling him 'no'? Answer me honestly."
"Most times no, but sometimes, I can't help but wonder… But I'm married and so is Vegeta- It would've been wrong!" Gohan tried to explain.
Raditz scoffed as he shook his head. "I am pretty sure Bulma would've had no problem letting Vegeta fuck ya. As for yer mate… Devil? Vidle…?"
"Videl."
"I suggest ya talk to her about this. It's in yer blood, and it WILL stay with ya for the rest of yer life. Sooner or later, yer gonna give in." Raditz had lowered his voice dangerously. He ran his nose up Gohan's neck, inhaling his unique scent, making the demi Saiyan shiver and gasp, before pulling away from him.
"Not to mention how much yer cub might've gotten from our side of the family."
He finished off, making Gohan's eyes widen.
Raditz reached down and ruffled Gohan's hair. "Listen, brat, I know ya've been alone with this secret for ages, but we will help ya. Family is important to us Saiyans, even more now that there are so few of us left, and the pack being all we have. So how about ya just try and ask Vegeta, even if only to get more info? Okay?"
Gohan inhaled deeply, but nodded eventually.
"Good, now one last thing before we head out."
Raditz started to open Gohan's trousers.
"What the-!" Gohan started, trying to pull away with no luck against the wall.
"Calm down, I just need to check something." Raditz said like he'd just bumped into Gohan and he got huffy over it.
He crouched in front of his nephew and reached in, placing two fingers behind Gohan's sac.
"Wai- Ooohhhhh~" Gohan let out a surprise moan.
After rubbing his fingers around in circles, Raditz stood up again.
Gohan scrambled to pull up his trousers up and close them.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Relax cub, I just needed to check how much ya inherited from yer dad." Raditz said nonchalantly. "And I hate to tell ya, but yer Saiyan down there." He carried on.
"I know I got my size from my dad, you don't-"
Raditz rolled his eyes, "not THAT part, though ya do take after him there too. I mean, ya have a breeder, unless I've missed my mark by a very wide shot."
Gohan looked at him like he was crazy. "No, I don't! I'd have seen it! They don't just show up. If you have one, they're just there." He argued.
"Maybe human female ones are, I don't know, but the breeder is covered by a membrane until ya breach it."
"Wha-what do you mean 'breach it'?" Gohan asked, already dreading the answer.
"It means ya tear open the tissues that are covering the passageway to yer cervix.
"Tear… Open?" Gohan turned white as a sheet.
"Yup, the membrane is thick, and looks and acts like normal skin, so to open the way… Well."
"And… You say I have one of those?! I thought it was just the full blood Saiyans!"
"Clearly not, fifty fifty chance, and ya got the Saiyan part."
Gohan thought for a moment, weighing his options.
"I'm not- I'm not taking any chances. I need to ask Bulma if she can give me an x-ray to make sure." Gohan said determinately.
Raditz nodded, "if it helps ya. But fair warning, brat, I was a professional breacher on our planet, I did it for a living, I know what a breeder membrane feels like, and how to tear it open with the least amount of pain, should ya decide to get breached."
Gohan look like his whole world had been flipped.
Raditz scratched his head, if the humans put so much stock in gender, this was surely going to mess with Gohan's image of himself.
"Okay, listen, brat."
Gohan looked at him, still pale white and shocked.
"When ya get the 'ray thing' and if there is a breeder hiding there, just remember: ya don't have any part of ya right now that ya didn't always have, even if ya didn't know ya had it. Yer still you, okay? Ya can just potentially have more fun in bed."
Gohan closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. When he opened his eyes he asked in a meek voice, "do you think Bulma's still awake? I need to know now if I have a- uh…"
"A breeder and a womb?" Raditz helped him out.
"Yeah. That." Gohan winced at the word 'womb'.
"She is, I kinda left her with Vegeta in a mood, so…" He trailed off. "Speaking of, I said I'd be back a while ago, let's go talk to her, ya can get some help from Vegeta too, if he's awake."
Gohan nodded and headed mechanically to the door, opening it and stepping outside, his thoughts were all a jumble.
"C'mon, kid." Raditz waited for Gohan to turn to him and they both made their way to the honeymoon suite.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Raditz carefully opened the door, and sure enough, Bulma was awake, reading a book on the sofa. The warm light from the lamp gave her glasses an eerie gleam and illuminated her beautiful skin. Raditz's heart stopped for a beat or two.
"Where the Hell have you been?!" She stage whispered, fire in her eyes.
Raditz smiled at the image she presented. He was reminded that others could be just as dangerous without the physical strength, and that beauty was not a sign of weakness. Bulma had the perfect combination of both danger and good looks.
"Sorry, sorry, something came up and the brat here needs yer help." He gently dragged Gohan inside the suite.
"What's up, Gohan?" Bulma put the book down along with her glasses and made her way to the door, her night gown flowing behind her.
"I'll make this quick. I- Raditz tells me that I might have a… Uh… Female parts inside me? And I need to make sure I don't."
"He has a breeder, I'm sure of it, but he wants proof that doesn't involve breaching. Can ya use some kind of special ray to find out?"
"Ohh, Gohan, of course I'll help. This must be so strange for you, come here." She hugged her pseudo nephew, and Gohan hugged her back.
After a few seconds she stepped back. "There's a clinic downstairs and it comes equipped with an x-ray machine. It's a small one though. I can give you a KUB, which is a kidney, uterus, and bladder x-ray, and we can find out if you have female parts or not." She added in a kind voice.
Gohan nodded, "is… Vegeta awake?"
"No, he's sleeping, he had a lot to drink tonight, but if it's important I'll drag him out." She said immediately.
"No, no, I just… Let's wait 'til after we know for sure." Gohan said, resigned.
"Ok. I'll go get dressed and then we can head down, ok?" She patted his cheek and headed towards her walk in closet.
A few minutes later, Bulma came out and the trio headed to the clinic.
When they reached the small room, Bulma got out her master key card and opened the door. The lights were flicked on and she immediately got to preparing the machine for Gohan, while Gohan took his clothes off, except for his boxers.
When it was time, she patted the table where Gohan was to lie down on his back and she hooked up a big monitor looking device on top of his abdomen.
"Put your hands over your chest for me, sweetheart."
Gohan did as told and Bulma started the machine. "Take a deep breath and hold it."
"Wait, is it safe for you guys to be in the same room?" Gohan asked. As far as he knew, x-rays could be harmful to people who were nearby.
"Of course, I devised a machine that doesn't radiate x-rays except where it's supposed to. Now, take a deep breath. Hold it… There. All done." Bulma switched the machine off and went to the laptop and started typing on it.
Gohan put his clothes back on and sat on the table, awaiting the verdict.
"Come here, Rad. Look." She pointed at a part of the screen.
They both looked at the screen for a while. Raditz raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as he let out a whistle.
Gohan was at the edge of his seat. "Well?!"
-
The door to the room opened and Videl woke up from a light sleep.
"Gohan?"
When she heard no answer, she turned on the lights and saw her husband come in the room and go directly to the bathroom.
This was odd behavior for him, she immediately knew something was wrong. She looked at the bedside watch, it was two thirty in the morning. What had he been doing for so long?
Pulling the covers away, Videl got out of bed and entered the bathroom where Gohan was sitting on the edge of their luxurious bathtub.
Videl kneeled down in front of him and placed a hand on his knee.
"Gohan, honey, what's wrong?"
"I'm… I don't know where to start, it's…" He inhaled shakily.
She hugged him and rubbed his back, "shhhh~ Easy, just tell me what you can, okay?"
"Ok. Tonight I… Bumped into Raditz and…"
"What did he say? Or do?" She asked nervously, knowing the history between them.
"He told me… That Saiyans have… As you know, both male and female parts."
"Well, sure, honey, we all know that after last night." Videl said in remembrance.
"The thing is… Half Saiyans can be like that too… It turns out." Gohan whispered the last part, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
Videl froze at the implication. "Gohan… Are you saying that you…?"
He nodded, unable to look her in the eyes.
"Ha, turns out that THAT part is covered by a thick membrane, so it looks like there's nothing there, unlike women."
"Gohan, are you sure? If you can't see it-"
"I had an x-ray. Bulma used one in the clinic, she's sure. I saw it myself. I have a… Vagina. And a uterus."
Silence.
"Do you… Hate me now?" He asked on the verge of bursting into tears.
"Ohh, Gohan, never!" She hugged him fiercely.
"But how, I mean, have you had periods and just hidden them? Does it work that way for me too? I mean, we know you're fertile… In the front, sorry I'm babbling, aren't I."
Videl nodded and pursed her lips. She kept making soothing circles on Gohan's thighs.
"Where does that put
us
now?" Gohan asked in a strained voice. "I mean- You're straight. And- I'm half… Female…" A tear ran down his cheek.
"No, honey, you're half Saiyan." Videl said smiling sadly. "Also… I may not be
entirely
straight." Videl rubbed the back of her neck.
"You're- You're not?"
"Well, you remember Erasa, right? We uh- Might've… You know. Fooled around a bit."
Gohan let out a relieved chuckle. "Really?" He rubbed under his nose.
"Yeah, psh- I mean, it was just one time when we were exploring the wonders of sexuality. I decided that I liked guys more, and she decided she liked girls more. Last time I talked to her she celebrated her third year anniversary with her girlfriend in Hong Kong."
"You mean with Klippy?!"
"Yeah! They've been together for a long time." Videl said, happy for her best friend.
Gohan wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, "why didn't you tell me before?"
Videl shrugged, "honestly? It just never came up." She smiled fondly at her husband and hugged him.
"Don't worry about your nature, Gohan. I'm here to support you however I can, okay?"
Gohan couldn't help a sob that escaped him, "how did I ever get so lucky." He hugged her back as strong as he dared.
When they pulled away, Videl had suspiciously reddened eyes. "Anyways. Next time it's YOUR turn to get pregnant."
Gohan paled so fast he almost fell backwards into the tub.
-
Next morning, after breakfast, the group decided to grab some fishing gear and spend time enjoying this soothing sport, along with other guests who also decided fishing would be a good idea now that the ship had taken a rest.
The Saiyans really didn't grasp the concept of fishing rods and chose to tie strings to their tails instead, except for Vegeta, of course. He was above such menial things. Goku had shrugged when he saw his pack fishing the 'traditional way' and decided to follow their example. He remembered the days when he used to fish like this before being introduced to the fishing pole. He also enjoyed it when he would get to wrestle the fish one on one in the water. He wondered if the others also did that on their home planet.
"So this is fun and all, but do ya actually get into the water t' catch yer own prey?" Goku asked.
Bardock moved his stick from one side of his mouth to the other, "not in water, per se, more in mud. There were these creatures called Coroks and were the most common meat source in times of drought. My team and I would fish them together sometimes." Toma placed a sympathetic hand on Bardock's shoulder. "We would get in the mud, knee deep and fish for the smaller ones and place them inside baskets. Some more reckless Saiyans would dive deep into the mud to hunt the bigger ones. They would herd them to the surface and then wrestle them until one of them died."
"Oh, wow. These Corok creatures sound dangerous." Krillin said.
Bardock shrugged, "the bigger ones were. The smaller ones that dwelled close to the surface nipped at you at the most."
"I think- I think I got a bite!" Oolong cheered and began reeling in his catch. The string pulled the prey closer and closer until Oolong was finally able to pull it over the gunwale, only to see that it was an old boot.
"That'll taste marvelous with some barbecue sauce," Turles snickered as everyone laughed at Oolong's catch.
"Ha, ha, laugh it up, you guys." The pig sulked.
"Hey, Oolong, toss it up in the sky!" Goku told his friend.
The shapeshifter did just that and Goku shot a ray of energy at it, disintegrating the boot in its entirety.
"You guys are going to scare the fish." Lemo complained.
"Speaking of fish, I see a whole bunch of them over there!" Toma pointed at the creatures jumping in and out of the water.
"Oh, those aren't fish, Toma, those are-" Before Bulma finished her sentence, Toma ripped the string off his tail and jumped in the water.
"MAN OVERBOARD!" The barrelman up in the crow's nest yelled.
"Oh, no- No, no it's fine-" Bulma tried to tell the approaching rescue team that Toma didn't need any help but the crew ignored her.
They threw a life saver in the direction Toma supposedly would be at and waited.
Toma didn't resurface.
"Baba?" Goku asked Bardock worriedly. From his experience, he was able to hold his breath underwater for a long time but wasn't sure if that was the case for all Saiyans.
"Relax, baby bro. Just watch." Raditz wrapped a reassuring arm around Goku's back.
Finally Toma shot out of the water and landed on the deck… With a squeaking, lively dolphin in his hands.
All the people that were watching the commotion gasped in horror.
"TOMA!" Videl screamed.
Goku was slack jawed for all of three seconds, "ya can't do that, Toma!"
"What? Why not?" Toma asked as the dolphin desperately tried to get away from him.
"Dolphins are very smart! You can't just fish them!" Krillin yelled at the Saiyan.
"Not this one, it wasn't even scared of me." Toma held up the noisy, wriggly animal.
"TOMA, PUT IT BACK IN THE OCEAN
NOW
!" Bulma yelled at her father-in-law.
"Alright, fine!" Toma reluctantly tossed his 'could've been meal' overboard.
The poor mammal fell several feet into the water with a loud splash. After recovering, the dolphin peaked its head out and 'flipped' Toma off (as best as a dolphin could flip someone off), and gave its captor a combination of squeaks and clicks which, frankly, sounded obscene, before returning to its pod.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Did that dolphin just… Flip you off?" Asked Videl.
The Earthians started laughing at the surly expression on Toma's face.
"Well, what ARE you allowed to fish then?" He demanded, ears red from the blunder he'd unknowingly committed.
"Anything besides sharks, whales, and dolphins." Krillin replied. "Maybe not sting rays either."
"How am I supposed to know what those look like?!" Toma questioned.
"Oh, yeah." The monk scratched the back of his head.
"Here. I can look them up on my smartphone. We have quite a wide variety of sea creatures. A lot of them are still undiscovered." Bulma said while setting her fishing pole down and fishing her phone out.
"Wow. That many, huh?" Bardock began. "Vegetasei didn't have as many animals, not to the point where some were still undiscovered."
"Well, if they were undiscovered, how would you actually know?" Bulma asked.
Toma's mouth opened, but nothing came out. "Fair point." He finally admitted.
"Same thing can be said in yer case. There's not much going on on a desert planet." Bardock shrugged.
The Saiyans gathered around Bulma to look at the pictures of the animals they weren't supposed to fish.
"By the way, talking about sea animals. We're having lobster tonight!" Bulma announced in a cheery voice.
There were a few acknowledging cheers and claps.
"What's that?" Broly asked the same question on the other aliens' minds. Goku and Vegeta knew, of course.
"Ohh, you'll see~" Bulma said smiling secretively.
The group continued fishing, some actually catching fish, others, like Oolong, not so lucky.
There was, thankfully, no more diving.
-
Night came soon enough and the clique of friends sat at several tables that had been pushed together, as per Bulma's request. The entire gang was finally together and Goku observed them all with glee as they chatted.
The waiter came, gulping at the size of the group but was relieved when Bulma told him to bring lobster dinner for everyone. The waiter counted all nineteen patrons and bowed before leaving to the kitchen.
Before he could leave though, Bulma caught his sleeve. "Whatever number you're thinking of, triple it. We have hungry customers here."
The waiter could only nod, hoping that there were enough lobsters for repeats.
The dishes arrived, Piccolo silently gave his plate to Goku, and Bardock, Toma, Raditz, and Turles had mixed feelings about the strange looking creature on their plates.
"How are we supposed to eat this?" Toma asked, lifting and turning his plate to observe the lobster from all sides.
Turles lifted the lobster and took a bite out of its claw. "Mm! Crunchy…" He said while chewing.
"Wait- No, that's not how ya-"
Before Goku could finish his sentence, the uncultured Saiyans took huge bites out of their lobster, following the pirate's lead.
Krillin couldn't contain his laughter much longer as he saw the faces of disgust on the alien warriors. Even Eighteen was covering her mouth to hide her smile.
Cheelai tried biting into the hard crust, "ow, I don't think this is how you eat it."
Lemo tapped her shoulder and pointed to the others who were diligently cracking the lobster's shell with a small device.
The green woman made an 'Oh' and grabbed the shell cracker. She tried her luck at it and a piece snapped off, flying straight into Master Roshi's face.
"OOPS! I'm so sorry!" Cheelai apologized.
"Mmm. It's quite alright." The old man said while cleaning debris off with a cloth napkin. "Haven't had a pretty lady shoot something at my face for a long time."
Oolong snickered, "and he ain't talking about bullets."
Bardock was finally able to swallow his bite of lobster, crust and meat, and grimaced. "I really don't see the big deal."
"Yeah, these are horrible!" Raditz agreed.
Bulma cleared her throat, "that's because you're eating the shell. You're supposed to eat the meat only. Like this-"
Before she could show the aliens how to properly crack a lobster, Toma grabbed the creature and pulled a leg off, spraying pieces of meat everywhere.
"ACK!" Cheelai screamed as lobster bits sprayed into her eyes. Lemo was helpful and grabbed her napkin to clean her face, and then cleaned his.
Broly saw what Toma did and started doing the same.
Goku started. "No! Brol-"
A lobster leg went flying into the air and landed on Videl's drink, spilling it on her dress.
"Oh, crap!" She exclaimed.
Gohan immediately grabbed a napkin to help clean her off.
"I'm sorry." Broly apologized, feeling quite stupid.
Bulma tossed the shell cracker on her plate and rubbed her face. Vegeta observed her and an evil smirk spread across his lips.
Raditz, thinking he was being smart, skipped the legs and went for the tail. He practically tore the lobster in half, again spraying everyone that was sitting across from him.
The Z-fighters groaned and squealed at the unwelcome spray of crustacean flesh all over their faces and formal dining attires.
"Can someone please stop them?" Tien griped as he cleaned the lobster off his face.
"Alright," Bulma whistled loudly. All the Saiyans, demi Saiyan, and Piccolo winced and stopped their activities.
"I should've realized this was going to be a train wreck." She gave the Saiyans a cursory glance. "If you'll stop for a minute and observe the people who DO know how to eat lobster, then we won't have anymore problems, correct?!"
The Saiyans looked down on their plates in shame at the sorry leftovers of their lobster dinner.
They all muttered apologies like children caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
After much trial and error, the Saiyans were able to crack the lobster shell properly. Broly still had problems, what with his huge hands, but Goku graciously cracked the lobster for him.
Gohan thought they looked like they were newly married. He had kept his eyes fixed on pretty much everything else but his dad and Broly the whole time. The images from last night were still fresh in his mind, and he still didn't know how to feel about it. But he couldn’t stop looking at how innocent they both seemed at this moment. Not a trace of what he saw last night. Who would even suspect that they were so wild when having sex.
Raditz had surprisingly given him sound advise about the whole ordeal, and now Gohan didn't know how to feel about
him
either. It was like his whole world had done a hundred and eighty degree turn and now his life was upside down. Luckily, he had a wonderful wife who would support him no matter what. Although, he hadn't told Videl about seeing his dad like THAT, his newfound gender situation was enough to drop on her for one night, he felt.
"So is this all we get to eat of this… lodder dish?" Bardock asked.
"Lobster." Goku corrected.
"Yeah, I kinda liked it. It grows on ya." Raditz commented.
"The waiter should be here with more." Bulma said while looking around for their waiter.
They made small talk until the Saiyans started getting impatient again. There was no sign of their food being brought. Everyone in the staff seemed to be busy with the full house tonight.
"Not to seem rude or anything," Turles started, "but we Saiyans have a much higher metabolic rate than most species. We. Need. To. Eat."
Bulma apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry, our waiter isn't anywhere! I'll go find out-"
"I'll go." Yamcha interrupted. "You've done enough for us, Bulma. And I haven't done a good thing since I got here." He chanced a look at Goku and saw his friend smile. The ex thief got up from the table and headed to the kitchen.
"I better go with him too." Said Raditz while standing up. "I have a few effective methods of persuasion." He punched his hand.
Goku, Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan snorted, remembering that time all those years ago when Raditz first used his supposedly good methods of persuasion on Goku.
Bardock squinted at his cub but let him be. Maybe two guests would put more pressure on the food people.
-
Yamcha tried stopping several waiters on his way to the kitchen, but they all quickly apologized before he could say anything, informing Yamcha they were busy at the moment.
Yamcha sighed and swung the doors open that led to the kitchen proper. He caught a chef's attention and told them their order was still pending for the lobster dinner.
"I'm dreadfully sorry, sir, we ran out of lobster but we're boiling another batch as we speak. We're doing it as fast as we can."
"Ah. I see. Well… Good job, keep at it. Just know that we have a big group of hungry, planet destroying alien warriors that get cranky when they don't have their food ready."
The chef visibly paled and barked some orders at the staff. "We'll put your group on our priority list." They smiled nervously at Yamcha.
"Oh, good. That's good to hear." Yamcha turned to leave. As he was about to walk down the hallway back to the restaurant, a door opened and a hand snatched him inside what seemed to be a cold food closet.
"What the-!" His words left his mouth as he was slammed against a wall, and a warm, hard body pressed against him.
"So, ya've tried Saiyan cock and liked it, huh? We have a saying among us, 'Once ya go Saiyan, ya don't go downplayin'."
"Raditz, what the fuck?"
"Shhh. I just wanna have a go at ya." Raditz said, while his hands traveled up and down Yamcha's torso. "Can't let nearly my whole pack fuck ya and then not join, ya see."
"Nearly the whole pack? But I just fucked To- Umm." Yamcha stopped himself.
"Well, Toma is my dad, Turles is pack, and old 'Dock is my mother, in human terms."
"What, when did…?" Yamcha asked confused, to his knowledge he'd only been with
Toma
and Goku.
"Right, they said ya were drunk, I think it was Turles first, in your room, then 'Dock who blew ya, and then my dad who finish ya off. Ya really got around fast. Not bad for a human, have to give ya that. Ya'd have made a decent Saiyan in that area, ya know? Ya even look like one…"
"So… Goku didn't…"
Raditz looked at the sad human. Now he felt a bit bad, he knew what it was like carrying a torch for someone who seemed interested in someone else.
"Yeah, wasn't him I'm afraid. Sorry. But hey, ya did get to have fun, right? Might as well go all out at this point. And for your information, I'm bigger than my dad~"
Raditz gave a step back and lowered his pants.
Yamcha's gaping mouth and wide eyes was all the answer he needed to start seducing the human.
"Ya really did miss out that evening, we all had to flash our dicks to make the females happy, but I guess ya did have a fun night anyway. Now, how about ya show me what ya've learned?"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Yamcha would've needed at least a few beers to help him mentally. He remembered the mantra he kept repeating the other night, about Saiyans not being men and that sex with aliens didn't count. And he really, REALLY wanted to have an even bigger cock inside him…
"I-I was drunk. I don't remember much about what I did. Just that it felt really good." Yamcha stuttered.
Raditz hummed. "Well, then. I guess I need to re-teach ya."
He suddenly turned Yamcha around and yanked his pants and underwear down. Yamcha yelped as he felt his ass cheeks being spread open and a slick tongue swirling around his entrance.
"Oh, FUCK!"
The move was so unexpected, not to mention rimming was one of his guilty pleasures. It was just so decadent and wrong and perfect. It also felt really good.
"I don't care, myself, but I understand that humans typically don't want to be observed during sex, so you may want to keep your voice down if ya don't want half the kitchen staff barging in." Raditz said coolly.
Yamcha nodded and pushed his ass out more in search for that wonderful tongue. He was so glad he had decided to take a
thorough
shower before dinner and everything down there was as clean as a whistle.
Raditz pushed his tongue inside more and listened to Yamcha's muffled cries. The human was trembling, Raditz hoped it was a good reaction. Yamcha certainly tasted differently from Saiyans, but that wasn't a bad thing necessarily. Raditz backed away and sucked on two of his fingers. Once they were slick, he pushed one inside and swirled it around. Yamcha turned to look at Raditz with a passionate expression, his hips already started thrusting against his finger.
Raditz smirked and inserted a second finger. Yamcha didn't flinch, but bit his hand to avoid getting too loud. Another finger was inserted and Yamcha banged on the wall as he tried to keep quiet. By now, his hips were desperately moving against Raditz's digits, trying to get more of them inside.
Damn, Yamcha was a pro at anal sex, Raditz thought. He considered adding another finger, just to see Yamcha's reaction. Making up his mind, Raditz sucked on a fourth finger and stuck it inside along with the others.
Yamcha's dick twitched, precum dribbled to the floor and Yamcha briefly felt guilty of all the health code violations they were committing. But when Raditz started finger fucking him, Yamcha's mind zoned in on the feelings his nerve endings were sending him, and all other thoughts vanished.
"Gods, please… I want the real deal." Yamcha moaned.
Raditz chuckled darkly and pulled his fingers out as he stood up. "Not so fast. Ya need to get me slick." The tall Saiyan turned Yamcha around and pushed him down to his knees.
Yamcha had never sucked on a cock before, at least not a real one, but it couldn't be much different than the dildos and vibrators and strap-ons he'd sucked on.
He gave a tentative lick to the head, and- Oh, the flavor! It was a weird combination of sweet, salt, and musk and he absolutely loved it.
He took the large head in and sucked on it as best he could. There was no way he would be able to get that whole huge thing inside though, but he would try his best to get Raditz all slick.
Raditz watched the human try handling his sizable cock. It was fun to watch him struggle to get passed the head, to watch him gag and choke. After being spoiled by Bardock after hitting adulthood, he just couldn't take other blowjobs seriously, and soon Raditz deemed he was wet enough to slide in the human's stretched hole.
"Get up." He said in a commanding voice. "Take off your clothes."
Yamcha licked his lips and obeyed.
He completely divested himself and saw that Raditz had made no attempt at getting naked himself, and that show of dominance made Yamcha tremble.
He turned around and presented himself to the Saiyan.
"Nah, I wanna see yer face while I'm fucking ya." Raditz said and turned Yamcha around, pushing him against a shelf. Raditz then bent down and hooked his arms under Yamcha's knees, hiking him up.
"Guide my cock inside ya." He whispered.
Yamcha grabbed Raditz's dick with a shaky hand and pressed it against his opening. He nodded to signal the Saiyan and Raditz slowly pushed inside.
The previous preparation allowed Raditz to slip inside easily, and soon Yamcha was whimpering and gasping as he was filled with Saiyan cock.
"Gods!" He whispered. It would be his greatest challenge yet to keep quiet while this monstrous dick fucked him.
He soon tested his resolve when Raditz pulled out and slammed back in.
"FUCK!"
"Shhhh!" Raditz covered Yamcha's mouth.
Raditz thrusted his hips again, and could hear Yamcha's muffled cries.
"You really love cock, don't ya?"
Yamcha desperately shook his head.
"What do ya gain in denying it? It's such a pain to lie to yerself." Raditz pistoned his hips again, his hand muffled Yamcha's scream.
The former bandit squeezed his eyes shut.
Raditz pressed his lips against the shell of Yamcha's ear. "Just accept yerself." He then started to thrust inside Yamcha in rapid succession, the human's screams now constantly flowed, only stopped by Raditz's hand.
Yamcha grabbed a hold of Raditz's shoulders as the Saiyan pounded inside him. The items on the shelf shook, some toppling over. Raditz let go of Yamcha's mouth and held him up with both hands to better lift him and make him fall back on his shaft.
"Gods~" Yamcha whispered harshly. He tossed his head back at one particular thrust and the sudden shake of the shelf made a jar of red sauce topple over and spill on Yamcha.
Raditz chuckled and leaned in to lick at the sauce. It was sweet and reminded him of a fruit Kakarot mentioned at the buffet. A fruit used in some of the desserts there.
Stowberries?
Something like that.
Raditz kept thrusting and licking Yamcha, as the bandit relished the attention. He tensed, however, when Yamcha leaned up to kiss him.
"Whoa, I don't think so." Raditz raised his eyebrow. "Saiyans don't kiss unless it's someone very close to them."
"You will stick your tongue up my ass but you won't kiss me?" Yamcha questioned that logic.
Raditz shrugged, "just enjoy my dick for now, okay?" He smirked at the human.
"Oh, I am." Yamcha licked his lips at the sensations coursing through his body. "I'm just concerned that someone will come in any moment now."
"Then let's wrap this up, shall we?" Raditz flashed his fangs at Yamcha and the former bandit gulped.
Grasping Yamcha's hips as hard as he dared, Raditz started bouncing Yamcha on his cock as if the human's life depended on it.
Yamcha let out a high pitched yelp and covered his mouth with one hand, while the other held onto the shelf.
Items kept shaking on the shelf and tipping over, luckily they didn't fall off onto the ground, that would've definitely alerted the employees just outside.
Raditz felt himself getting closer and started gathering ki on his member, a trick he learned and perfected back on Vegetasei. It increased the sensation in the receiver and the results were always positive, as Raditz could now hear Yamcha screaming against his hand as his dick started pulsing, covering his chest in white stripes.
When Yamcha came down from his soaring high, Raditz pulled out. He gently dropped Yamcha to the floor, the human fell to his knees.
In his mind, Raditz figured it wouldn't do to come inside Yamcha and then go back to the restaurant. The human would surely start leaking him out and make an embarrassing mess of himself. So instead, Raditz grabbed Yamcha's face and started jacking himself off above it.
Yamcha barely registered the strips of semen falling on his face and open mouth. He was just too blissed out to care. Not to mention, Raditz's semen tasted… Sweet? It wasn't at all unpleasant, in fact, Yamcha greedily opened his mouth for more of Raditz's seemingly never ending strings of cum.
Raditz grunted as he neared the end of his climax. A few more drops trickled down and the deed was done. He lifted Yamcha up and started cleaning him off of his cum and the sweet sauce that fell on him earlier. The Saiyan made a face. Human semen did NOT taste like Saiyan's. It was a rather bitter flavor and the texture was all wrong. He cleaned Yamcha diligently, however. The human giggled when he licked his neck and then his face.
"Are you done licking me like a cat?" Yamcha chuckled.
"What's a cat? This is how Saiyans clean themselves."
"Oh?" Yamcha tried not to gag at the thought.
Aliens. They're aliens.
After Raditz was finished, the human started collecting his clothes and putting them on. Once he was dressed, Raditz opened the door a bit to smell if anyone was around.
"We're clear. Let's go." He informed Yamcha.
The two scurried out of the closet and out the doors to the restaurant. They reached the table and, of course, the others were going to ask them questions.
"Boy, where the HELL have you-" Bardock sniffed the air as the Saiyan and human sat down. "Ya had SEX WITH HIM?" He yelled at Raditz.
Some of the people sitting at the table gasped and stared at Yamcha.
Goku had also realized immediately what they had been doing but chose to be discreet. Saiyans, it seemed, had no such worries. "BABA!"
"WELL, HE DID!" Bardock told off his youngest cub.
"Is that true?" Tien asked Yamcha.
Bulma simply sipped her Chardonnay, she'd known the second the couple showed up. She knew Yamcha's
'just-had-something-up-the-ass'
walk from personal experience.
"Ya dun need t' yell about it, baba!" Goku tried to explain.
"Oh, come on! Ya can tell just from the way he can't sit straight that he's had my cub's latcher cock up his-"
"BABA! Enough! We get the picture!" Goku rubbed his face.
"And here I thought you had problems with gay people." Oolong looked accusingly at Yamcha.
Turles was fascinated by this turn of events. "By all means, Yamcha, tell us when you had a change of heart? Oooh, don't tell, was it me who caused it?"
Yamcha glared at Turles.
Tien raised his eyebrows. This was all very good news, but bad news as well. So Yamcha was now open to having sex with men? Or manly aliens in this case, but then why did he reject him? Was it simply because Tien wasn't his type?
"If you must know I'm still iffy about gay people, no offence to anyone." Yamcha replied.
Silence.
"But… You're gay, right? Or bi? One of them?" Gohan asked confused.
"No!" Yamcha shouted at the demi Saiyan.
Silence again.
"Ok, now I'm really confused," said Videl.
"Me too." said Oolong.
Yamcha looked at his friends. "Oh, my god. It's so simple, guys! Saiyans aren't
'men'.
They aren't even humans!"
Everyone looked at him in a way that could aptly be described as
'are you fucking kidding?'
"So you're pansexual then." Eighteen basically told Yamcha.
"No! Were you not listening?! I'm straight." Yamcha said exasperated.
"As a circle." Was muttered from somewhere.
"I was, it just doesn't match with what you did!" Eighteen said harshly.
Bulma had had enough. "Yamcha, go to your room."
Her ex boyfriend snickered. "What are we, five-?"
"NOW!"
Knowing better than to provoke Bulma any further (she could be scarier than Vegeta sometimes), Yamcha downed his wine and left the table.
After a few seconds he was out of sight.
Bulma sat down, inhaling deeply, a frown marring her forehead.
The table was silent.
"Guys." Bulma steepled her fingers together. "We NEED to stage an intervention."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
This whole 'Yamcha' situation got to Vegeta more than he'd like to admit. On one hand, Yamcha didn’t deserve to have a taste of his mate’s amazing capabilities 'in bed', but on the other, this further proved that Yamcha was in denial. It wasn't like Vegeta cared about whether or not the stupid human stayed in denial, he just wanted to gloat at him. Still, he'd been pissed over slurs before, and never gotten this worked up. Hopefully, the intervention-thing would help calm himself. The human needed a good earful and to admit already that he liked dick. Vegeta couldn’t wait for that time to come. It would be an adequate payback for the things Yamcha said, even though he was made to apologize.
A few lobster plates later, and the Saiyans had become experts at getting the meat out without making a mess. Unfortunately, there came a time when the kitchen simply ran out of lobster, so the Saiyans asked for something else to fill their gaping void.
The Earthlings made small talk while the alien warriors stuffed themselves full. When everyone was done eating, Bulma clinked her glass with a knife.
"Ok, everyone! I'm glad we could all enjoy this wonderful meal together, even though the beginning was kinda bumpy. Now we're going to have a special bonding celebration, of sorts. I've reserved the entire indoor pool deck again for us so we can have an adult nudist pool party! So you boys don't need to wear those swim outfits anymore!"
The Saiyans cheered, since some of the outfits had gnawed a little. A few of the Earthlings groaned.
"The same goes for any other aliens or human of course. Attendance is not mandatory, BUT if you do show up, nudity is mandatory, so keep that in mind. Also, someone will need to tell Yamcha."
Tien volunteered by raising his hand.
Bulma nodded. "I think this is a good opportunity to bond as a group of friends, just like Saiyans have done for centuries, and it's worked wonders for them socially. Also, perverts are not allowed, so Oolong and Roshi, you are out."
There was some objection from both of them.
"If you two want to join, you have to be one hundred percent naked, porky, you up for that? After seeing what the Saiyans are packing?" She simply looked at Oolong.
Oolong sat down, grumbling. At least there was porn on the TV in his room.
"And you're banned too, you old lecher, this is one of the few chances us women get to relax without perverts drooling over us, let us have this!" She told Roshi in a no nonsense voice.
Master Roshi was sure he could find ways to catch a glimpse of the naked women there.
"And don't think about sneaking in, I'll have someone keeping track of your ki." She continued, as if she'd read his mind.
'Dammit!'
Roshi thought.
She neglected to mention that no one wanted to see a three hundred plus year old dick.
"Anyway, the party starts in about two hours, so go get rinsed off, and we'll see you there, AND you guys," here, she looked at all the Saiyans, "this does NOT mean you walk naked there! Put on a robe and then get naked once you arrive at the pool, understood?"
Turles and Bardock pouted but nodded.
"Okay, see you all later." She finished off.
That being said, the group dispersed and they all went to their respective rooms to get cleaned up from all the lobster mess and whatnot.
Gohan and Videl were about to exit the restaurant when Raditz caught them. "Gohan? I'm hoping that ya'll show up, I know everything has been happening fast, but I think it'd help ya see what we look like, so ya have an idea, and can see that it's normal. I understand if ya don't, but I thought I'd mention it. Saiyans don't care about nudity so we won't gawk, okay?"
Gohan was about to refuse the invitation when Videl interrupted him.
"We'll think about it, right honey?"
Put on the spot like that, Gohan couldn't really say 'no' flat out, so he just nodded.
The couple left to their room.
"You think it's a good idea to be in the middle of a bunch of naked Saiyans?" Gohan asked nervously. If he were honest with himself, the idea thrilled his dark side, but Gohan knew how to ignore it. He'd been doing it ever since he reached puberty and his body started to feel different.
"Well… Yes! I know you don't like it, but seeing that you have a… Vagina now, I think it's good for you to know that you're not alone in that. And I can handle the nudity, I mean, Bulma, Eighteen, and Cheelai sunned topless today and the only interest from the Saiyans was Turles asking about how human breasts worked compared to Saiyans. They didn't even glance our way. The biggest issue with nudity for women is always the 'unwanted attention', you know? So with Roshi and Oolong out of the way… Sure."
"Videl, I don't want you to force yourself-" Gohan tried.
"Pish posh, from what I gather Saiyans don't care unless I had a dick. Also, I've pretty much seen all of them naked already, both the other night and those small swimsuits later.
"Anyways, you're the one who has it hardest with their body right now, so do you feel ready for this?"
Gohan's rational mind was screaming 'NO' at him. It would be too risky, he would definitely get wandering thoughts seeing all those naked hard built warriors. Not to mention their scents would be much stronger. His dark side reared its ugly head and whispered that Gohan might even get to 'bond' with his fellow Saiyans in more ways than one. Gohan shivered.
"You're making that face again." Videl said as they climbed up the last flight of stairs to their room.
"Face?" Gohan asked, confused.
"The one you do when you're trying to hide something. 'Trying' being the key word." She said patiently.
"Eheheheh!" Gohan scratched the back of his head. "I don't know what your talking about."
She gave him a flat look, "don't quit your day job, honey. Now tell me what's really bugging you?"
Gohan gulped. He wasn't sure if he was ready to tell his wife about all his secrets.
"Now, knowing you, it's not your nudity. Because let's face it, those Saiyaman outfits didn't hide that much and I've never seen you be skittish about using the locker rooms when in high school, and I know it's not small. Also I told you I'm fine with it, and the other 'males' won't bug me, sooo… It's the others' nudity you're worried about, right? Tell me if I'm wrong. And you managed to be around them at the pool when they were almost naked but you weren't, so I'm thinking you're afraid you're gonna have a reaction you can't hide without clothes on?"
Curse Videl and her sharp beautiful mind. Gohan looked down, embarrassed, and gave a small nod. There was no point in hiding it from her anymore, not after she had spelled it out so nicely for him.
"Ohh, honey, even after I told you about my tastes? Look, I love you and I'll help you as much as I can, just be honest with me in this, okay? I won't get angry for you popping a boner. Heck, if the Saiyans had all been female, I might've been the one in trouble.
"I know that I'm the most important person in your life besides our daughter, so if you feel like you need to connect with others, don't let me stop you. I won't be the 'jealous little wife that goes after her husband with a rolling pin because she found out he cheated on her'. That's not me. All I'm asking is that you be honest with me, I can't help you otherwise and I don't want our marriage to turn into what your dad and mum had, where they were on opposite sides with no middle ground. Not to mention, if you get to widen your 'menu' then so do I." She winked.
Videl fished out their key card and opened the door to their room. They stepped inside and switched on the lights. Videl turned on the shower in the elegant bathroom and started undressing.
Suddenly, she felt two strong arms around her, Gohan hugging her from behind.
"Thank you, I'm sorry you have to be so strong, but I love you, only you, no matter what my blood comes with, I love you and Pan so, soo much." He said, throat thick with emotions and a sense of relief.
Videl smiled and patted his arm. "Hey, I'm your partner, not your enemy. We're here to support each other. And I'm not going to let a small thing such as having an open relationship ruin ours. Also, I knew I was in for an interesting ride when I married into the madness that you guys lived and still live in. I mean, you guys dealt with demons, aliens, wizards, and a wish dragon for god's sake, and that was just back then. Now we have gods and angels and what not." Videl chuckled.
Gohan huffed out a small laugh, "I guess, when you put it like that, popping boners because you find your species attractive isn't that big of a deal."
Videl turned around in his arms, "I knew it! You ARE attracted to them."
Gohan looked surprised at her, "I thought you'd just figured that out on the stairs! All the deductions and that?" Gohan let go of Videl and started getting undressed as well.
"Well, I didn't know for sure, those were just deductions, it's another thing for you to say it out loud. So… Anyone in particular? I mean they're all hot, but unless you use some warm up you might not be able to handle them. Did you bring a toy?"
Gohan blushed a deep red, "how, how did you-?!" He stuttered, trying to deviate the conversation to another subject and not the 'Saiyan who caught his attention' one.
"Next time don't drop one under the bed, honey. I mean, I was very sure it wasn't one of mine! Way too big!"
"You have-"
"And we do not use that much cooking oil in this household," she continued. "And yes, I have my own. Did you think you were the only one allowed? You're gone most of the day, dear. Cut me some slack here."
Gohan just gaped at her before he kissed her stupid.
If they were a bit late for the party, no one mentioned it.
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Surprisingly, the Saiyans and Bulma weren't the first to arrive. Eighteen and Tien were in their bathrobes waiting at the entrance.
"Hey! You made it." Bulma said cheerfully. "I'm surprised to see
you
here, Tien."
"In my village, it was common practice to bathe in the river naked. This is not much different." He shrugged.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to join." Bulma stated.
She used her master key to open the door. Once she turned on the lights, Eighteen and Goku gasped. The whole place had been practically remodeled, what with all the ornaments and food tables and wine racks…
"Well, what do you think?" Bulma asked.
"It's a bit over the top." Tien confessed.
"Yeah, I spared no expense for this voyage."
"If you'll excuse me," Turles walked to the front of the group, "let's get this party started!" With a flair, he took his robe off and jumped into one of the pools. He noticed that the temperature was warmer than before. Probably the pools were warmed specifically for this get together.
"Woohooooo! Go Turles!" Came Bulma and Eighteen's voices.
All the other Saiyans followed suit, though with less flourish and soon everyone but Broly and Goku were in the water.
Bulma went next to the tiki bar where the voice activated stereo was and turned on the music. The surround sound came to life with blaring upbeat music everyone could enjoy.
Broly flinched when the music started, but Goku grabbed his hand and rubbed it comfortingly.
The Saiyans were finally enjoying being able to move in the water without those restrictive pieces of fabric. Water fun of this scale was only possible during the peak of the Rain Season, and there had been a shortage of space in the bodies of water.
Tien slid off his robe while everyone was busy and quickly jumped into the water. He was not going to stand around nude in front of everyone, not with 'Saiyan sizes' around.
He swam around a bit, before he passed by the Saiyan group who were having fun splashing around, apart from, to no one's surprise, Vegeta who just swam leisurely in a dignified manner.
As luck would have it, Turles dove under the water when Tien passed. He'd hoped to swim down and grab Raditz's ass on the way up, but he got… Distracted.
With a gasp he broke the water surface and looked at the three eyed half human, "why, Tien, you're huge for a human!"
Tien blushed and tried to back away in the water.
"No, seriously! Let me take a closer look~" Turles swam towards him. This ended in a swim race around the pool to the amusement of everyone.
"I. JUST. WANT. TO. SEE. YOUR. DICK!" The pirate exclaimed every time his head was above the water during a swim stroke.
"GO AWAY!" Tien screamed back swimming as fast as he could.
The women and the rest of the pack were cracking up. Even Broly cracked a smile, seeing all the others have fun, though he didn't get why Tien refused to show Turles his dick.
Just then, Cheelai arrived.
She walked in then stopped, eyes fixed on the very strange sight in front of her.
"Umm, what…?"
Bulma tried to stop laughing long enough to explain but was interrupted.
"LET. ME. SEE. YOUR. DICK!!" Came Turles' voice.
Followed by;
"NOOOO, LEAVE ME ALONE!" From Tien.
Cheelai blinked. "Strangely enough, that explains it all, really." She tilted her head, as if pondering how she'd gotten to this stage in life.
"So," Cheelai began as she took her robe and sandals off. "What are we having to drink?"
"Good point!" Bulma sauntered over to the bar proper and started reading some labels off a few bottles.
"So no service tonight?" Eighteen casually asked as she took a seat at the bar with Cheelai.
"More 'help yourself'." Bulma replied. "I wanted this to be a super private party, you know? Where everyone is comfortable with each other and can get to know each other without fear of being judged. I'm surprised Krillin didn't come with you?"
"Nah," Eighteen waved her hand, "he gave me his blessing though. As long as I don't get knocked up. Not that I was planning to, anyways."
"And Lemo flat out went to bed. No surprise there." Cheelai giggled as Bulma poured her a drink. She took a sip of it and hummed in delight. "What is this?!"
"It's Creme de Mint. Very good. Goes down smoothly. How about you, Eighteen?" Bulma asked the android.
"You have any Tequila there? Salt, lemon?"
"I sure do!" Bulma opened the small refrigerator and fished out some lemons and got to work.
Eighteen looked at the pool again, "how many rounds have they gone now?" She asked.
"I have no idea, lost count." Bulma answered with her back turned, prepping drinks.
While the girls were comfortably at the bar, Vegeta had had enough of the race and the noise. He took to the air, and like an angry falcon, dove down and snatched Tien out of the water.
Now dangling above the water, the three eyed man was helpless to stop Turles from looking his fill.
Turles whistled, "damn human, I must say, you can rival a locker easily with that… Wanna have some fun?" He asked Tien.
"NO! Let me down! I don't-" Here, Vegeta just dropped him into the water and floated back over to the rest of the pack.
Sputtering, Tien's head erupted from the water.
Turles let the human catch his breath before trying again, "you sure? Once you go Saiyan, you don't go downplayin'."
Tien glared at him. "Still no."
"Your loss." Turles shrugged before swimming back to the pack.
Tien sulked for a bit, but eventually calmed down since no one mocked him over it.
"Who's up for a game of bouncyball?" Toma, in all the commotion, had acquired a volleyball and was now spinning it on his finger.
"Volleyball." Vegeta corrected.
"Human or Saiyan rules?" Bardock asked.
"Human, since it is mixed teams." Vegeta replied.
Turles, Toma, Bardock, Vegeta, Raditz and Tien divided into two groups and started playing another game of volleyball. Goku and Broly had gone to the hot tub again, and were relaxing while watching the others as Goku chatted up a storm, telling Broly about his many adventures as a kid.
After a while, Bulma came to them with two bottles of absinthe for them and a bottle of wine for herself. "No point in serving glasses for you two, am I right?" She winked at them.
Goku groaned, this was by far the longest alcohol binge he'd had in his life, but accepted the bottle. Broly thanked Bulma and placed the bottles on the edge of the hot tub.
"Do I have to drink this?" Broly asked his mate.
"No! Of course not. We can find ya one of those fruity drinks instead if ya want." Goku explained. "This is just the only stuff strong enough t' get ya drunk… I think." Goku looked at Broly's huge form. He might've stared at Broly for a bit longer than was necessary. But who cared, he was on holiday and this was his mate, after all.
Bulma interrupted his 'appreciation', "if you guys want to fuck, go ahead. Just thought I'd let you know." She smirked while pouring herself a glass of wine.
Goku blushed and he sank into the water, "Buuulmaaa."
"Come now, no need to be shy. Everyone knows you fuck. Have you managed to get any since the sun deck?"
"Yes." Broly answered matter of factly.
"OOHHH, do tell." Bulma said, like a dog who'd caught an interesting scent.
"No, no-" Goku tried.
"We had sex on one of the… Decks? Last night."
"SON! I didn't know you had it in you! Well not THAT way at least." The scientist winked. "Look at you, growing up so fast these days."
Goku just slid under the water, trying to avoid looking at her smile. It was made of evil. He knew that with one hundred percent certainty.
"Now Broly, give me some details will you?" Bulma asked.
Goku's head shot up out of the water again.
"NO, I was drunk and that was it." Goku tried to get the train that was 'curious Bulma Briefs' stopped.
"So you didn't like it?" She asked in a coy tone, taking a sip of her wine.
Broly turned towards Goku and looked at him intently.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Goku decided to spare Broly's feelings.
"No, I liked it… A lot." He said, defeated.
Broly smiled and that made Goku feel a bit better.
"Awww, you two! You're going to give me cavities some day." She cooed. "Now, details!" Bulma carried on, unstoppable in her quest for 'dirt'.
Goku just rolled his eyes and started telling.
"Starting the party without me?" Came the voice of Yamcha.
"Oh, hey, Yamcha! Goku was just telling me how he got fucked by Broly on the deck last night. And how much he loooooved it~" She said evilly.
The former bandit visibly shivered, "please. Not while I'm sober."
Goku looked at Yamcha with a deadpan look.
"Yamcha, my friend," Goku held up four fingers counting down as he carried on. "Ya've fucked my dad, my mother, my uncle of sorts, AND my brother. At this point ya might as well jump on Broly's staff here. Ya know, get a full bingo platter?"
Bulma's wine went out her nose and she coughed trying to clear her airways while laughing at the same time.
"Ohhh, so you know that-" Yamcha was interrupted by Goku.
"That you really like Saiyans? Yes." He made no mention of Yamcha's attraction to himself, this was neither the time nor the place.
Yamcha remained silent for a few seconds before heading to the bar without another word.
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A knock sounded from the door, and everyone turned to look at the entrance. Gohan's head poked inside, "hi. Sorry we're late." He looked at the naked people and braced himself. Him and Videl entered, feeling a bit self conscious, not sure where to look with all the exposed parts. "HIII! Gohan, Videl, come on in, close the door behind you, will you." Bulma yelled from the hot tub. Making sure the door was closed, both shuffled over to a pair of chairs and started disrobing.Looking over their shoulders, they were relieved to see that no one was watching them with interest, like they'd feared, being late and not entering with the others. Videl looked at Gohan, asking 'ready?' with her eyes.He nodded and both disrobed at the same time. They headed towards the pool and jumped in, eager to cover themselves up a bit. Raditz swam over, "glad ya made it, brat, was afraid ya'd be a no-show with ya guys being late." The large Saiyan winked at them, making his niece and nephew blush."Anyway, do ya guys wanna play volleyball with us? If ya each join a team it evens out." Raditz asked. "I'm no match for you guys, I'm afraid." said Videl. "Don't worry, we're playing with human rules, since it's mixed teams. Might help ya get yer mind off feeling embarrassed over all this." He suggested. "Well, I'm game if you are, dear." Videl said. "Sure, why not." Gohan agreed a bit nervously. Raditz smiled at them, "great!" He turned his head, "guys, we have two new players, budge over." Videl and Gohan swam over and took their places. They were rubbish at first, unwilling to expose themselves too much but as the competition grew fiercer and still no one was making lewd comments or ogling them, they started to relax and focus on the game. The game ended with Vegeta and Videl's team winning. Vegeta was many things… It seemed a bad winner was among those things. Used to his antics, most just rolled their eyes, carefully turning away from Vegeta while doing so, and let him gloat. "A round of sugar for everyone!" Eighteen came up to them. "Tien, what's your poison?" She asked as she crouched down. Having lost, Tien sighed and asked for Rum. Gohan and Videl sat on the chairs around the bar, trying to act nonchalant. They managed to force themselves not to cover their bodies, but they still felt the need to do so. Old habits were hard to break. Bardock looked over at Gohan, Kakarot really had inherited the gift of making handsome brats. Shame he was still flapping around in the 'human-sector'. Oh, well. Perhaps one day, he thought and downed a glass of absinthe. Goku and Broly came over to get some refills and to say hi. Happy to see Gohan here, Goku hugged him as a greeting.Gohan mentally blue screened, thrown back to the night before and the 'show' he'd seen.A 'don't think about it, don't think about' mantra rung in his head. Videl might be okay with him getting hard from one of the Saiyans, but his own dad was probably a bit more than she'd been expecting. "H-hi, dad." Gohan stuttered, trying not to remember how his dad had sounded like getting rammed by Broly… Who stood naked… Right beside him. And 'ohh, fuck!' he'd not been wrong about the size he'd seen last night. Gohan forced himself to tear his eyes away from Broly's endowment and focus on their faces only. Gods, the scents coming from all of them. Even through the chlorine in the pool, Gohan could distinguish each of their individual scents. Bardock's was especially alluring for some reason. So was his dad's, now that he could smell it so close.Raditz's scent was also good. Was it because they were family? Videl had no such reservations and was obviously looking at Broly's length, eyes wide and flickering between Goku and Broly in part admiration and part incredulity. Raditz looked over at Gohan, he had a pretty good idea about what was making the brat look frazzled. He'd have to talk to Vegeta later on, since Vegeta was also in the know about the brat's not-so-human-side. He just hoped Vegeta had gotten over the Yamcha thing before that. It was hard to spot unless you'd known him for a long time, but there was a tension in his body, and had been there since last night. Raditz wished Vegeta would either talk to Kakarot or someone else before he exploded with it. He knew that the longer Vegeta had to stew over something, the bigger the outlet when it finally came up to the surface. Once everyone had their drinks, they split up into smaller groups to chat and enjoy the beverages. - Bardock finished the rest of his absinthe and placed it on the bar counter. "Ya know, these drinks are all nice and good, but do ya know what I really want in my mouth?" "Oh, no…" Toma groaned dramatically. Goku face palmed, but knew it was a lost cause. Bardock pushed Toma against the bar and went down on his knees and did what he did best. The tanned Saiyan moaned and buried his hands in Bardock's messy hair.Gohan gasped and looked away, red faced while Videl blushed but kept watching.Raditz decided to help the brat out, in a 'kind' way. "Will ya stop that?!" He demanded. "Ya wanted to know more about yer dad's side of the family. This is it. If ya'd gone to Vegetasei ya'd have seen the same thing everywhere." "He's right, cub. Don't be ashamed. Enjoy it." Toma bent over and grabbed Gohan by his upper arm, pulling him next to himself. He draped an arm around his third circle cub, "just look at him work. 'Dock is exceptional at this." Twenty five percent of Gohan's blood was now concentrated in his cheeks, but he kept watching, both fascinated and embarrassed. The other seventy five percent of his blood was threatening to go down south. Goku decided to stand back and let the others work their magic. He knew himself well enough to know that he'd be too inclined to step in, trying to ease Gohan's troubles, thus, not giving him the push he needed. Turles, being the opportunistic bastard that he was, leaned close to Videl and whispered, "is your mate fair game? It's hard to tell with you humans." Videl mumbled an 'Uh-huh?, just don't get too wild, okay?' whilst focused entirely on Bardock.She'd gotten a brief glimpse of the elder Saiyan's skills the other night, but seeing him swallowing that whole length again with no problem was very hot. "Ha! Wild is my middle name, but I'll take it easy on the kid." Turles then walked up to Gohan."It looks like you need help with that…" The pirate got on his knees and placed his hands on either of Gohan's muscular thighs. He gave a tentative lick to the swollen head of Gohan's cock. Gohan, not really registering what Turles was doing, gasped at the sensation of a tongue on him and his hands flew towards Turles' head, halting his actions. They locked eyes. Turles stopped all movement.Gohan looked up towards Videl, and saw her waving him on. The demi Saiyan looked back at Turles and sighed, releasing his head and letting him continue.The dark skinned Saiyan needed no more prompting. He took Gohan's member in his mouth and started sucking on him, bobbing his head up and down while licking the underside of his shaft. "Oh, what are they doing?!" Yamcha cried when he noticed the four Saiyans. Bulma answered, irritated, from behind the bar. "What does it look like, Yamcha? They're doing what Saiyans do best… Aside from eating and fighting. Bardock blew you too from what I recall. Did you get amnesia or something?"Here, she leaned over the bar counter and looked down on Bardock and Turles."Now this is a party! Toma you want something to drink meanwhile?" She asked. "Some absinthe, please." Toma passed Bulma his glass so she could refill it, while getting blown by his mate. "Coming right up! Gohan anything for you?" She asked. Gohan moaned and shook his head. "'Kay then." She turned around and prepared a refill of absinthe, before placing it down on the counter. Toma picked the glass up with his tail and started sipping it."Damn! It's ALMOST like being home on Vegetasei, just with weaker alcohol and a lower temperature." He said, smiling and looked down on 'Dock. "How about you, sweetie?" Bulma asked Videl. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Videl snapped herself out of her trance, "oh! Sorry I-" "Whoa, let me stop you right there. There's no need to apologize. This is a bonding sex party so you are most welcome to feel aroused watching your husband get sucked off." Bulma told Videl. The young woman blushed and nodded her agreement. Suddenly, Videl felt two hands reach from behind and grab her breasts, prompting a small squeak. Videl's head spun around and found Eighteen standing behind her. "You need some help? Hardly fair Gohan gets to have some 'time with the boys-ish' and you have to sit on the sidelines". Videl looked at Eighteen's eternally young and still fit and slim body, and figured that it really didn't sound very fair when put like that. She let herself get dragged over to a larger pool chair and pushed down on it. Last thing she saw was Eighteen's lovely blue eyes before she crouched down and 'OHH, GOD!' Videl moaned as she felt the android's tongue on her vulva, licking and rubbing and pushing her lips apart and sucking on them.A dick was all nice and good, very good in some cases, but in her experience, females were generally more 'detail oriented' and it showed here.
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'BANG!'
"MORNING~!" Came a far, far too happy voice as far as the pack and Gohan were concerned. Bleary eyed and recovering from the mini heart attacks that woke them, they just tried to glare at the owner of said happy voice. Bulma made her cheery way to the curtain control. "Bulma? No, wait- DON'T!" Goku winced and recoiled as Bulma opened the curtains and light attacked his eyes. "HIIIISSSSSSSSSSS!" Came the collective sound from the pack. Saiyans dove under the covers to protect their eyes, while cursing her existence. The blue haired intruder just fed on the agony she'd produced. Goku swore that was how she kept herself young. "Up and at 'em, you lot. It's time for breakfast!" "Bulmaaaaa~ We didn't have a long restful, peaceful night like ya had." Goku bemoaned. "Oohhhhhh, do tell, was the pack nice to you, Gohan?" She asked in a smug sing-song tone. Gohan wriggled out of the covers, only his face appeared, and glared at the brown nosed woman. From further down came Vegeta's resigned voice, "might as well tell her, brat, she will not stop hounding you until you do." Gohan groaned. "I'd like to keep this within the pack, Bulma." "Oh, honey, I am pack." Bulma said with a wide, wide smile. "I'm the one sustaining all these reprobates. That makes me their provider and that is a high placement within a Saiyan pack. Right, guys?" Gohan looked around and his heart fell when he heard the agreeing mutters confirming his fear.Vegeta just groaned and buried himself deeper into the covers. "Ohhh… Well, I didn't know that." Gohan tried to buy time. "It's okay, most figure that the pack is a sausage-party kind of thing." She said cheerfully. "I might not be having sex with all of them, but my position in the pack is right above Vegeta's." The Prince growled at her, but it was much too early to pick a fight with his fiery wife. "Now, tell me-" She tried again. "Woman, we are hungover, hungry, and tired. Curb your vulgarity for at least a while longer!" Vegeta said in a tired manner, having dug himself out of the blankets. "Hmmm, you do look like death warmed over, how long did you guys 'bond' with Gohan here?" "Not as much as you think, we started late, now that is all you shall get until we get some food and some pills." Vegeta said, too tired for this shit. Bulma pouted, "fiiine, I'll get you the pills, but I want details, you hear?!" She marched out of the room and slammed the door, making everyone cringe again. "Damn your mate, Vegeta." Bardock said in a flat tone. "She mated two Saiyans despite my small finger being stronger than her, what did you expect?" He simply said before crawling under the covers again, signaling that the conversation was over, for now. "I never knew she was THIS…" Gohan tried to find a word. "Perverted?" "Evil?" "Controlling?" Came a few 'friendly' suggestions from the pack. "Well, yeah, but also… Saiyan." Gohan finished. Silence.The giggles started. "Fuck me, yer right, brat." "No wonder you mated her, Vegeta." Those were the pack's thoughts on this new piece of the puzzle that was Bulma. The lump in the nest that was Vegeta just groaned. "Alright, I got your pills, you troublemakers." Bulma's irritatingly happy voice pierced the Saiyans and demi Saiyan's ears when she came back. Raditz, Bardock, and Turles got out of the nest and basically fought over the pill bottle.Broly simply got out of bed and lifted Raditz, Bardock, and Turles up with no problem, allowing Goku to get the bottle first. "Ohh, Imma blow ya for this later~" Goku told his mate and swallowed a couple of pills with a sigh of relief. Broly let go of the struggling, cussing Saiyans and let them have at the bottle.Several pills swallowed, and just as many fallen on the floor later, the whole pack had finally gotten some relief from the pain and started getting ready for breakfast. "Dad, can I borrow the shower?" Gohan asked. "Sure, help yerself, there's towels and soap in there." Goku replied. Gohan headed towards the bathroom and closed the door. "Why did he close the door?" Bardock asked. "Human sense of modesty, old habits die hard, ya know." Goku said. "Hmmm, ya don't say." Bardock sniffed himself. "Think I might need a shower too." "Well, I need to take a piss and I'm not waiting on any sense of modesty from this backwards planet." Raditz walked right into the bathroom. A screech was heard coming from the shower. "Yeez, brat, calm down, my head's still not fully recovered. Why are ya covering yourself?" Came Raditz's exacerbated voice as he made his way to the toilet. Gohan had the shower curtain basically wrapped around himself, watching in horror as Raditz used the toilet without any sense of decorum.Another screech sounded when Bardock entered the room. "Fuck's sake, brat, stop that! Ya seen all of us and vice versa, stop yer yelling! Now scooch over, I need to clean myself." Bardock said grumpily. Bardock looked at Gohan's shower-curtain-wrapped form, "is that how humans shower? Whatever." Bardock stepped into the shower under the stream of water and started cleaning himself. "DAAAAAAD!" Gohan shouted. "Gohan, yer an adult now, and ya've seen us all last night and done more than shower with me, now calm down." His dad said in a serene voice. "Ya always this high strung in the mornings, brat?" Bardock asked as he grabbed the shampoo bottle. "But- But I just-" Gohan tried, still clutching the shower curtain. Bardock opened the container and gave it a sniff, "YEEEEGH! How can ya humans use such a heavily scented cleanser?!" Nervously, Gohan replied, "humans' sense of smell is far weaker, so scents need to be stronger to have any effect." "But why have a scent at all?" Bardock responded, glaring at the bottle. "Well, most humans don't like the smell of sweat, it's considered a mark of sloppiness and laziness and inconsideration to smell badly to the people around you." "Move aside, you old grump." Vegeta entered the shower and took away the bottle from Bardock's hands. "Oh, NOT YOU TOO?!" Gohan yelled. "Brat, I will shove my dick in your mouth if you do not stop all this shouting!" Vegeta shouted. "How about another way, maybe he'll calm down a bit." Bardock suggested, looking at Gohan's form. "These are the oils for us." Vegeta pointed to the other bottles on the shelf. "Bulma created bathing oils similar to the ones we had on Vegetasei. Well, in the palace at least." "Wait, hang on-" Was all Gohan said before Bardock ripped the shower curtain away from him and hunched down. Vegeta meanwhile dug around in all the Saiyan oils besides them, not caring about the noises or the loud moan signaling Gohan's release. "Bardock." Vegeta grabbed the Saiyan by the hair and lifted him up. "Try this one. It has a very subtle smell." The Prince unstoppered the bottle and held it under Bardock's nose. "Oh, I like this one." Bardock took the bottle and looked at the other vials holding different colored liquids. "Heh. Reminds me of the oils your source had in his cleaning chamber." Both ignored Gohan leaning against the shower wall, clutching another shelf for bathing products, trying to steady his breathing. Vegeta tensed at the mention of his source, but quickly busied himself with another thought. "These are for hair and tail, and these are for body, understood?" He finished explaining. "Got it." Bardock grabbed one of each and resumed washing himself. "Brat, if yer just gonna stand there, get out so I can have more room to move, will ya?" Said Bardock while oiling up his hair. "Ge- Get out?" Gohan shook his head to clear it. "I'M THE ONE WHO CAME IN HERE FIRST?!" "What's all the yelling for?" Toma asked the group as he entered the bathroom. "AAAAARG!" Gohan shouted and threw his hands in the air. "Well, why the Hell don't you ALL just come in here!" "You called?" Turles asked and he slinked into the bathroom after Toma. Gohan stared incredulously at the Saiyans and rubbed his face. "All I wanted was to take a shower in peace." He mumbled into his hands. "What's going on?" He heard his dad's voice as Goku popped his head in to see what the commotion was about. Gohan just groaned and started banging his head gently against the shower wall. "Cub, yer way too high strung, do ya need another round of-" Bardock started, now soaping his body. "NO!" Screeched Gohan. "That does it." Vegeta hissed and grabbed Gohan's hair, making him look Vegeta in the eyes. "Brat! You shall stop this and you shall do it now! You have fucked your father, gotten fucked BY your father, and gotten blown by your grandmother! And yet you make a scene like this over simple nudity?! Now stop clinging to those stupid human rules that you gave up last night or so help me I shall put you over my knee like the brat you are acting like!" "Actually, I think he might like that." Raditz interrupted. "There are ways to prevent enjoyment." Vegeta said sourly. He'd forgotten Gohan's tastes for a second, but like with Turles' punishment, there were ways around that kink. "Ha! Ya don't need to remind me of that." Raditz remembered that time when he had received a spanking from Bardock after he had made and lost a silly bet with a high class, even after his parents had told him not to mess with upper ranks. A whole cycle's worth of meat had gone into the hands of this first class and Raditz had to take responsibility. Bean (their hired help), Toma, and Bardock had had to work overtime so they could meet the end of the day sales. Gohan pouted at the Prince, but found not an ounce of mercy in those cold, steely eyes. He sighed.Taking this as a sign of surrender, Vegeta released his hair and Gohan got to work, lathering shampoo on his hair.Sensing the drama was over, Turles slinked back out of the room, Raditz followed having finished peeing a while back, and Toma waited for a chance to use the crowded shower. Vegeta just stomped out, muttering about whiny brats. And Goku, still standing at the door, followed.Once Gohan and Bardock were done, Toma and Raditz took the next turn, followed by Turles and Broly, and at last, Goku and Vegeta. Gohan decided he needed a break from all the 'Saiyan-ness' and decided to get dressed and go check up on Videl, only... "Dad, can I borrow some clothes? My robe ended up with the laundry last night." Gohan asked, poking his head into the bathroom. "Sure, help yerself. My section is next t' Broly's, ya can tell where it is based on the sizes." Goku said, still showering. After locating the closet section, Gohan grabbed some clothes and got dressed. He was slightly less stocky than Goku, but the clothes he picked out would fit him well enough to pass as his own.
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Finally dressed, Gohan said his goodbyes and headed out, promising to meet up for breakfast. Not because he was eager to talk to the pack again so soon, but because he knew Bulma would drag him there in her quest for 'details'.He walked slowly toward his and Videl's cabin, deep in thought over everything that had taken place last night. A small part of him wanted to feel bad, having slept on it and sobered up, and being out of the shelter of the pack's suite, out among humans again and the culture he'd adhered to since forever.He cringed at the talk down he'd gotten from Vegeta today. In hindsight, it hadn't been the nudity, at least not solely because of them. Bathing had always been a private thing, done among close family or spouses. Suddenly having that sphere of privacy invaded by the whole pack had thrown him off track. Logically, he knew this was a result of human ideas of modesty, that someone not respecting those unwritten rules was to be met with disapproval, and so he'd responded like a human. Gohan sighed.He'd overreacted, considering what he'd done that night, not to mention it had just been another bunch of guys-sorta. He'd never freaked out like that in a locker room, it was just… He was still adapting and this was a cultural barrier he'd run smack dab into. His whole idea about who and what he was had been turned upside down, surely he was allowed to have a few freak outs along the way? Gohan mechanically stopped at the door to his room and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again, a little harder.He heard some scuttling before the door opened.Gohan was greeted by a bombshell blonde, covered in nothing but a small robe. Videl's robe… Ohh, right, Eighteen stayed over. In all the pack bonding mess he'd actually forgotten about that. "Wow, you look like shit." Was Eighteen's greeting. "Good morning to you, too." Gohan raised his eyebrow. "Barely got any sleep." He didn't realize his mistake until he'd said it. "Ohhhh, well now." Eighteen replied with a smirk. "I'd ask more but you look like you're at death's door, so I'll be out of here once I get dressed." She turned and let him into the suite. "Speaking of, I'll have to borrow some clothes from you, Videl." She said. Walking to hers and Krillin's cabin in just a robe was sure to get some attention, and Eighteen just didn't feel like giving people the satisfaction of having something to gossip about. An undead mumble came from inside the room and Eighteen chuckled. "Poor thing. I might've worn her out." Gohan blushed, not being able to stop the images from flooding his mind. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and petted Videl's hair. Being on her stomach, face firmly planted in a pillow, and butt naked, Videl tilted her head when she felt Gohan's hand on her. "Hey." She said with a smile. "Hey, yourself." Gohan said, smiling back at her. "You look like shit." She said, still smiling. He groaned and flopped dramatically down on the bed. "So I've been told." Videl carefully got up and made a noise as she sat up. Gohan turned to look at her, "seems you two had fun." "I'm taking these." Eighteen interrupted as she pulled out some black spandex shorts and a rather large white t-shirt. "We sure did, and sure, Eighteen. Return them whenever you can." "Oh, I meant I'm taking these. A nice souvenir. Good for nostalgic moments while sipping a glass of wine. Plus, it'll mess with Krillin so badly since he decided to sit this one out. He'll be begging me for details he'll never get. And having these in my closet will remind him that he missed out every time he looks at them." "You're evil." Gohan gasped as he sat up. "I know. But he married me." Eighteen put on Videl's clothes. "After I'd been on a quest to kill his best friend for shits and giggles, it does help to be hot in this world." She added with a saucy smile. The android turned and struck an intimidating pose at the couple. Videl clapped. "Well, in that case, keep them safe. That was my favorite outfit to wear when I was younger. And single." Videl snuggled into Gohan's arm. Gohan smiled and nudged her head with his nose, inhaling her unique scent and even some of Eighteen's. "Well, don't let me keep you two lovebirds from getting reacquainted." The blonde saluted them, grabbed her discarded pool robe, and left to her room. It wasn't too far away, but there were enough people around that made her glad to not be wearing just a robe.Eighteen took out the key card from the robe's pocket and opened the door to her and Krillin's cabin.Surely enough, the monk was seated on the edge of the bed, and his head jerked towards the door as soon as it opened. "Eighteen! You're back!" "Of course I'm back." Krillin got off the bed and hugged her as Eighteen stepped inside. The android was surprised, but returned the hug nonetheless."Krillin, this was not a quest to leave you. It was harmless fun." She said when Krillin wasn't letting go of her. The short man released her and stared at the floor. Eighteen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alright, tell me what's bothering you." "So- Which Saiyan did you sleep with? Was he better than me?" The blonde quirked an eyebrow at her husband. "Ugh, what is with you men and bed pride?" "I know he was bigger, that much I do know. From what we saw the other night, Saiyans are huge-" "Bold of you to assume I slept with a Saiyan." "You- Didn't- Wait, you didn't sleep with a Saiyan?" "I didn't." Eighteen began undressing and turned on the shower. "Then- Oh, Kami. Was it Tien?" "I already have a bald man I love very much." Eighteen said as she tested the temperature of the water. Krillin thought for a while. "It can't be- You slept with Yamcha?! After what he did- Was it pity sex? You know, for knocking him out cold?" "Why do you think it was a guy?" The android said as she got into the tub. "Well, who else- Wait…" It took a while before Krillin's mind decided to start working again. "YOU SLEPT WITH A WOMAN?!" Eighteen peaked from behind the curtain and frowned at him. "You sound surprised." "I- Well, heheh. Naturally, I thought you were into guys and-" "We've been married for how long? And you just assumed because I married you I wouldn't be into women as well?" "…Well. Pardon my assumptions then." Eighteen went back to cleaning herself and waited for the other shoe to drop. "So who was it?" "I'm not telling you until you sound less enthusiastic about knowing." "Aw, come on, Eighteeeeeen. I'm just curious." "No. Consider this your punishment for being so 'old fashioned'." She replied from behind the shower curtain. "OLD FASHIONED?! I let my wife go have fun at a nude pool party, and gave her permission to have fun!" He yelled. "Well, I'd let you go have fun too, but I never assumed you had to be one hundred percent straight, so there. And just for the record, I never needed your permission." Krillin sighed. She was right in that instance. Eighteen continued. "That reminds me, if you and Goku actually ever decide to-" "OKAY, NO. No no no no! Goku is my friend, and I will never be attracted to him that way." Krillin interrupted. "Fine, fine, I'm just saying that IF you'd wanted to, I'd be okay with that." She said calmly. "Besides, nobody said you'd have to be bi, you could just be curious, you know, scratch it off the bucket list or something." "Hah. Hahah. No. My bucket list doesn't swing that way." "Suit yourself, if I'd grown up with someone like Goku but female, I'd definitely have-" "Okay, how did we land on this subject?" Krillin asked helplessly. "You ASKED me who I slept with. Or more precisely, if their 'dick was better than yours', that's what you really meant, right?" Krillin shuffled his foot on the floor and remained quiet. Finished with her shower, Eighteen stepped out. "Hey." The monk looked up at her. "I'm not interested in other dicks, unless you're involved as well. So quit worrying. I have a beautiful family that takes priority above all other things." Eighteen cupped Krillin's cheek. "Okay?" Krillin smiled, relieved, "yeah, I know, I'm sorry, it's just… After seeing the… SIZE of all the Saiyans, I just-" Eighteen rolled her eyes and muttered about men's size issues. "Hey, you were the one who made them strip!" Krillin argued. "Yeah, okay… But speaking of Saiyans, I think Turles would be up for-" "NO, NO! Not happening!" The small man stopped her right there. "Ohh, come on! He's not massive, he has a better ass than I do, and you know he'd be a kinky little-" "Eighteen, please, I need time to process these things, and I'm not done with you being bi, okay?" "Fine, but I'm just saying you wouldn't even have to fuck him, just spank him at most, and with a strap on I could-" Here Krillin just left the bathroom. Eighteen watched him leave, a small smile curved her lips. She really loved messing with him.
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"Have you noticed how there's not a drop of chocolate on the whole boat?"
"Not even the ice cream is chocolate flavored. Who ever heard of an ice cream machine not having chocolate?"
Turles overheard two people talking as he went to fill another tray with food. "Ice cream?" He muttered to himself. He returned to the tables the pack and Earth inhabitants were seated at and asked the humans, "so what is this ice cream?" "Cream? As in- Cream cream, or real cream." Bardock asked for clarification. "You just said the same thing." Toma said bewildered. "Ohhh, ice cream is a dessert. You mix cream, sugar, sometimes eggs, and whatever flavor you like, freeze it and eat it as a treat." Bulma explained. "And that was my question. Is it cream cream, or real cream." Bardock wiggled his fork in his hand. "There you go again, asking the same thing." Toma clapped his thighs. "It's milk cream, frozen, hence the ice part, since you used to have to place the mixture in a bucket of ice to freeze it." Bulma patently explained. "So, no, not cum. Sorry, Bardock." She ended the intro course to ice cream. "Damn!" Bardock tossed his fork on his tray. "Now, now, you haven't even tried it yet, I think you'd like it. It comes in so many flavors, surely there's one you'd like." Bulma carried on, undisturbed by Bardock's tantrum. "If there ain't cum flavor, 'Dock ain't interested." Raditz said between mouthfuls. Bardock grabbed his metal fork and flicked it towards Raditz's head. "OW!" "Well, he eats other things that don't have cum in them, how is this different?" Bulma asked questioningly. "Because here he actually got his hopes up that there was cum involved." Toma explained. "You'd want human cum flavor?" She asked Bardock. "...Point taken." The scarred Saiyan finally admitted. "I can show ya ge 'achine onshe I' 'inished." Goku spoke with his mouth full. Bardock leaned back in his chair and harrumphed. "Have more faith in Earth food. You'd think by now you'd trust us a bit more." Tien commented. "Yeah, Bardy. Benefit of the doubt and all that." Turles winked at his model. "Hmph! I don't trust anything with the word 'ice' in it." The older Saiyan said. "Surely it is not because of the Snow Saiyans?" Vegeta raised his eyebrows at Bardock. "Nothing good has come out of the snow." Bardock straightened up. "Careful what you say, Bardock. My carrier was a Snow Saiyan." Vegeta said in a warning tone. Bardock rolled his eyes. "I meant food wise." "In times of drought the Saiyans would depend on the ice they could steal from the mountains!" The Prince countered. "Water don't count as food!" Bardock snarled. "Alright, you two, break it off." Bulma shook her head. "Gohan, why don't you bring the grinch a vanilla ice cream?" "I can do that." Gohan got up from his seat, happy to avoid anymore arguments. He came back shortly after, carrying a cone of soft serve ice cream."Here. Now you can judge by yourself." Gohan handed it over to a surprised looking Bardock. The scarred Saiyan stared at the white frozen treat."Toma, Toma look at this! It looks like when you have a really back up latcher!" Bulma stared at the ice cream and looked astounded at Raditz, as if asking if Bardock was being serious. "He's right, I'm surprised too, but it's possible for a latcher's cum to look like that under the right circumstances." Raditz told her. "Can we PLEASE have a conversation that doesn't involve sex?" Krillin buried his face in his arms. "You're kidding! Like THAT?! Look how thick it is!" She ignored the monk in what was purely 'scientific' curiosity. "I will never unsee ice cream as cum." Yamcha groused. "I think I might like this!" Bardock interrupted. "Baba, go easy, it's really cold so ya might not wanna-" Goku tried to warn his carrier. "Ohh, please, who do you think I am?" And with that he practically deep-throated the ice cream and took a bite. "U cee, I- Mmm. I ca-" Here, his eyes suddenly clenched together and he grabbed his head."Umgghg gghh aarrrrr!" Bardock made a variety of pained noises, unwilling to spit out the mouthful. "You okay, 'Dock?" Toma asked concerned. "MY HEAD!" "Told ya." Goku shook his head. "When ya have a huge mouthful of somethin' really cold, that happens. We call it 'brain freeze' here on Earth. Dun worry, it'll pass shortly." He assured both his parents. "Ohh, I think it's going away now." Said Bardock in relief. "I never had this problem with cum, just saying!" He bit out, glaring at the rest of his ice cream. Toma wrapped and arm around him in a comforting gesture. "Smaller bites next time, dear, does it taste good at least?" "It's divine. It's sweet!" Bardock offered some to Toma. Toma took a bite out of the ice cream."Ow! Mm! Cold." He had taken a smaller bite but it was still enough to give him brain freeze as well. Toma grabbed his head and banged it softly against the table. "SMaLLeR BiTeS." Bardock mocked him. Goku just looked at his parents, having given up trying to teach them and just let them figure things out as they went along, he rose up to get his own ice cream. "Oh, I'm coming with!" Turles got up and jogged after Goku, curious to try this strange treat. They came back with three ice creams, all vanilla to start out. Goku gave one to Broly. "Just make sure ya lick- OH, NOO!" Broly shoved the entire thing in his mouth. "Spit it out!" Goku told him, concerned. Broly swallowed instead.Immediately, he doubled over grabbing his chest. "Broly!" Goku placed his ice cream on the table and tried to help his mate by pressing his hand against his chest and transferring a warm flow of ki to him. "Calm down. Sometimes it hits the chest instead of the head, he just needs to keep calm." Bulma stood up and hurried over to help calm Broly. Goku was feeling panicky and tried to ready himself to I.T. Broly out. One of Broly's big hands grabbed his mate's clothes, clinging to him while trying to ride out whatever was causing the pain. "I'm alright." He said after a while. A bark of laughter was heard from across the table. "Well, go on, Turles. It is your turn to make a fool out of yourself." Vegeta said. "HA! I won't get this freeze thing you all are talking about. I have a high pain threshold." Goku rubbed Broly's back comfortingly while waiting for Turles to take the first bite. The pirate, not to be outdone by Bardock, also practically deep throated his ice cream. "Mmm! Thish ish good! Mmmm- Oh." Turles swallowed the ice cream and grasped the table, cracking the edges. "FUCK!" "Ya were saying, Turles?" Came Bardock's snide voice. "Oh, I gotta try this out!" Raditz got up and made his way in the direction the others had gone before to get ice cream. Goku smiled to himself, and picked up his own ice cream from the table, and started licking it.All the pack members' eyes were glued to the pink tongue flickering out and sliding across the white ice cream. "This is how yer supposed t' eat them." He explained. "Aha." Came from the Saiyans, while they fidgeted in their seats. Goku felt his neck tingle and turned his head, finding Broly staring at him with a heat in his eyes.
'Ohhh.'
Goku felt his cheeks turn a bit red, and kept licking the ice cream.There was a bathroom nearby, but everyone would know. Then again, Broly could do with some 'calming', and he had made a promise this morning. Goku sighed and wondered when exactly he became such a deviant. Raditz came back holding his head, and quietly took a seat. The ice cream was nowhere to be seen. "Ya ate the whole thing?" Bardock asked. The long haired Saiyan nodded, wincing as he did so. Sure it had been delicious, but it could be a deadly weapon if wielded incorrectly. "Bulma could ya hold my ice cream for a bit?" Goku asked in what he hoped was a normal tone of voice. With a smile far too knowingly, Bulma simply agreed and accepted it.Goku gently pulled Broly up with him, tossing out some excuse about Broly needing a moment to calm down over the scare, and headed in what happened to be the direction of the restrooms, 'purely accidentally'. Heading inside the restroom, Goku with far less guilt than he believed he should be feeling, placed a 'cleaning in progress' sign he'd picked up in front of the door.He gently pushed Broly into a stall, and closed the door behind them. It was a tight fit even with Broly sitting down on the toilet, but it would have to do.He knelt down, and placed his index finger at his lips in a sign to try and be quiet.Broly nodded in understanding and anticipation.Goku opened his sarong, thankfully this one opened in the front, and started sucking him. Broly's hands found their way into his hair.Broly had gotten half hard and Goku had found a good rhythm when the door to the restroom opened. Goku froze, mouth around Broly and afraid to move. "OI, brat, it's just us, hardly fair for ya to have all the fun." Came Bardock's voice. Goku's whole body relaxed and he heard his parents enter the booth next to him and Broly.The sound of rustling fabric was then followed by Toma's muffled moans.Idly, Goku wondered if Bardock had copied him, or Goku took too much after his carrier, before he started sucking again.Goku really hoped no one else came into the restroom. He could only imagine what it'd look like, with two muffled set of moans, and the wet sucking noises, coming from two booths. Goku sucked the best he knew how, Broly's large hands helping set the best rhythm, but to no one's surprise Bardock got Toma off first. "See ya, brat. By the way, Bulma didn't want to keep holding onto yer melting ice cream so Raditz ate it." Was the last thing Bardock said before they exited the restroom. Goku simply kept 'working' and soon Broly came down his throat. Sucking him clean he rose up and helped Broly re-tie his sarong. They then headed out, Goku trying to look nonchalant while discreetly kicking the cleaning sign away from the door.
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The aliens had eventually been able to get the hang of eating ice cream slowly, something they were not used to doing. Goku had shown them the different flavors and the warriors were more than delighted with this new discovery in the Earthian food arena. A bit too excited, if Goku were honest. They had literally gorged themselves on ice cream and soon the machine had nothing left for them or the other guests. Bardock had complained none too subtly to a waiter to which said waiter had promised to have more ice cream ready for lunch time.
Bulma had suggested they go to the indoor pool again, since she booked the area for them for a few hours, until after lunch where she had planned something special for the evening. Saiyans, being the curious creatures they were, tried to pry the information out of her, but Bulma stood her ground, having had to deal with Vegeta's curious appetite for years, and Goku's on occasion.
So once again, the Saiyans had reluctantly dressed in their skimpy swimsuits and were now at the pool.
"Do you HAVE to wear those suits? Surely you brought something less revealing, like swimming trunks?" Krillin complained about the Saiyans' state of (almost) undress.
Goku shook his head. "No can do, Krillin. Not with our tails. Swimming trunks makes us chafe on the underside of our tails. And if we made a bigger hole in it, ya'd still get an eyeful."
"It would still be better than practically seeing your junk all the time. A Tail hole I can deal with." The monk crossed his arms and sulked.
Videl though, she was on another page entirely. "I can understand why you guys," she gestured at Turles, Bardock, Goku, and Vegeta, "would like to sleep with the… Latchers was it?"
"Oh, you have no idea!" Turles purred as he sat down next to the girls at a table.
Gohan sighed as he observed the well endowed Saiyans. Videl sure had no idea.
The demi Saiyan wasn't the only one feeling awkward. Yamcha was having a hard time NOT looking at their crotches, not to mention memories of his recent affairs kept pestering him.
Goku tried to explain it, "well, ya see, Videl, for one thing, our breeders are deeper than a human vagina, so we need more t'… Scratch the itch properly."
The group slowly turned to look at Goku elaborating on this topic, horror written on their faces.
"And- Well, our womb… It opens up, ya see? And the dick goes inside it." Goku tried to gesticulate the action with his hands.
Somewhere somebody dropped their drink. Luckily, no glass was allowed at the pool, so the plastic cup didn't shatter into a million pieces.
"And if the latcher does it right, and ya come too, the head sorta goes into the cervix, and… Swells up, which sounds terrifyin' for ya, I know, but it actually feels really good~" Goku had a dreamy expression on his face as he said that last part.
Videl just breathed a sigh of relief that Gohan had not turned out to be a latcher.
Krillin looked at Goku, "Goku… Don't take this the wrong way… But… Never talk about sex in detail, again… Ever… Not even about human sex. It just sounds wrong coming from YOU."
The other humans, sans Bulma, Eighteen, and Videl, nodded in agreement.
Goku pouted but shrugged it off. He did understand that the change he'd gone through ever since he started hanging out with the other Saiyans might come off as too bizarre for his Earth friends. Perhaps it would be best to keep his innocent charade up when they were around.
"Anyways. Who's up for a swim?" Bardock asked the group, and that was enough to disperse the tension and move onto other things.
Goku turned to Broly, "whaddaya say, big guy? Ya think ya can join us in the pool? The water ain't that deep. It'll come up t' yer waist at most."
Broly looked worriedly at the strange body of water. "It smells funny."
"Oh, that's just the stuff t' keep it clean." Goku said. "Just dun swallow it, it'll taste bad."
The wild Saiyan watched as the others happily entered the pool. He looked back at Goku.
"How about we move down to the shallow end, and I'll show ya a few swim strokes first?" Goku suggested.
Broly nodded cautiously.
They walked over to the shallow end where the water only came to their midriff.
"Ok, so I think we'll start with the regular breaststroke. I'll show ya outta the water first so ya can see the movements, then I'll show ya in the water, ok?"
Goku levitated and started mimicking breaststrokes.
"So, take notice of the kickin' backwards and how I keep fingers pressed together to move better once in the water…"
The Earth raised Saiyan continued to teach and practice with Broly. Unbeknownst to them, they had an avid observer watching them from a distance.
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Yamcha sat at the bar, looking at Goku and Broly interact. He took another sip of his beer. Seeing them like this- They were just… Normal. There was nothing weird about their interactions, nothing sexual, nothing that he wouldn't do as well.
He wondered if-
"Hey, Yamcha. What are you up to?"
"Hey, Gohan." Yamcha mumbled, miffed that his thoughts had been interrupted.
"Two Cosmopolitans, please." Gohan asked the bartender. He looked back at the human and his somber aura.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Yamcha glanced at the demi Saiyan. "Oh, nothing. Just enjoying my drink."
"It's amazing, isn't it?"
"Huh? What is?"
"How docile they seem. These creatures can destroy a planet in the blink of an eye. I mean- I could too, but I wouldn't dream of doing something like that."
"Surely this is nothing new with your dad?" Yamcha said. "Besides, aren't you half of 'those creatures'?"
"Well, yeah, I didn't mean my dad in particular. And yeah, I am half. More than you know."
"Your drinks, sir." The bartender interrupted and handed the Cosmopolitans to Gohan.
The demi Saiyan smiled at the human, "you know, there's no shame in liking what you like. There's only shame in not being true to yourself," and left Yamcha to ponder on that.
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Goku had moved onto demonstrating in the water, swimming around Broly in the shallower part, while Broly looked above and under the water, cautiously getting familiar with the weird weightless sensation of walking inside a denser type of matter.
Thankfully, Goku had told him to pinch his nose before going under. The last thing they needed was for the large Saiyan to breathe the water.
'POP!'
"RADITZ!"
"Woops. Sorry, baba." The long haired Saiyan apologized. He had hit the ball way too hard and the poor ball had exploded.
"Go get another one, brat, and try NOT to destroy this one 'quickpop'." Grumbled Bardock.
"OI!!" Raditz said in an offended tone, before heading over to the small booth carrying swim supplies.
He dug around until he found another ball and took it, tossing it to the pool occupants.
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By now, Broly was trying to imitate Goku, following his movements while Goku held him up in the pool, letting him get the hang of the motions before he was allowed to try alone.
"Atta boy! Yer doin' great, Broly." Goku encouraged his mate.
Truth be told, Broly did feel uneasy, scared even. He felt like the water would suddenly swallow him whole and he wouldn't be able to break the surface again.
"Now dun worry, the water ain't deep, and ya can easily get out, okay? The key is t' not panic, as hard as it sounds." Goku explained, still waddling around in the shallow end with Broly.
Broly nodded and tried to suppress his anxiety.
"And if ya do wanna get out even faster, ya can always just fly out, so dun worry. Heck, ya just need t' flash yer ki and water will move away from ya. Anyway, do ya feel like ya can do the strokes well enough now on yer own?"
Broly quickly shook his head. Even though he had the strokes down to a 'T', he felt unsure if he could do it alone.
"Ya seem t' have them down, trainin' won't do much more here. Yer scared of being under the water, right?"
Broly nodded.
"Yeah, practicin' won't make that go away. How about this, I'll hold ya and then we try and dive underneath here in the shallow end, just t' give ya a feel for it?" Goku suggested.
Broly sighed and after a few seconds he nodded.
"Ok, first, Imma let ya down into the water." Goku gently tilted his hand supporting Broly and Broly planted his feet on the pool floor.
"Now give me yer hands like this-" Broly and Goku's hand clasped together.
"On the count of three, we both take a deep breath and hunch down, keep yer eyes on me and DUN breath in, ok?"
Broly nodded nervously.
"Count with me now, ONE, TWO, THREE! Inhale!" Both Saiyans counted down and took a deep breath.
Keeping his eyes fixed on Goku and cheeks blown wide with air, Broly crouched down under the water.
For a second Broly simply held still, frozen by fear and the sensations of being underwater. The pressure in his ears, the muffled sounds, and the knowledge that he couldn't breathe.
Like an underwater statue he simply held still, eyes locked on his mate's calm eyes. Flashbacks of his fight with a Vegeta doused in a red aura popped up in his mind, when he was thrown inside that freezing lake, right before he lost all control and went savage.
Goku seemed to have no fear and it eased Broly's worries a bit, but he was still paralyzed by fear.
Goku could see Broly was distressed, to say the least, but the Saiyan had to learn. The smaller warrior had an idea suddenly, and smiled at Broly before he leaned forward and pecked a kiss on Broly's puckered lips. Broly looked like a blow fish and it was hard to stay focused in the face of such adorableness.
The kiss lasted for a few seconds and Goku felt Broly's hands relax their iron grip a bit.
Figured it was enough for one round, Goku pulled back and gestured upwards, and both Saiyans rose up.
Broly gasped for air, still holding on to Goku's hands.
He was breathing hard, from being underwater or from Goku's surprise kiss he wasn't sure.
Goku hugged him and rubbed his arms in a comforting gesture.
"See, ya can get out anytime ya want."
Broly leaned in to steal another kiss from his mate but Goku smirked playfully and submerged himself.
Broly, took a deep breath and went underwater, where Goku immediately pressed his lips against his again.
The kiss lasted longer this time but soon they ran out of oxygen and had to go back to the surface again.
Goku had this heartwarming smile on his face and Broly's pulse quickened. Goku again submerged himself and Broly followed, this time he initiated the underwater kiss.
Once again they kissed until their air ran out and they reemerged again.
Goku moved closer and hugged Broly while purring a little.
"Tell ya what, Broly, since yer doin' so well and all, how about a small wager?" Goku whispered in Broly's ear.
Looking surprised and eager, Broly held still in anticipation, tail churning up a small whirlpool underwater.
"If ya learn how t' dive, swim, and tread water during this cruise… I'll give ya two whole hours where ya can do. Whatever. You. Want. With me." Goku's voice got lower and lower as he explained the terms of the wager.
Feeling a sudden pressure against his pelvis, he whispered, "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
While Goku and Broly spend the next hour training, 'wannabe-diving', and flirting not as subtly as they thought, Bulma was busy checking up on the 'arrangement' she and Jean had thought up.
Her wristwatch-phone buzzed and she pressed the 'accept call' button.
The face of Jean appeared on the screen.
"Jean! Talk to me, how's it going on your end?" She inquired.
"Bulma, my dear, I'm happy to tell you we're all set down here, the ring, the photographer, all that's missing is the stars of the show!" Jean responded in an eager tone, seemingly about to combust from excitement.
A wicked smile bloomed on Bulma's face, "e~xcellent. I'll gather them up and meet you there shortly. Ta-Ta, Jean."
She pressed the 'end call' button and got up from the sun chair.
"ALL FULL BLOODED SAIYANS, COULD YOU COME OVER HERE?" She semi-yelled at the pack.
The alien warriors floated or crawled out of the pool and gathered around her.
"What's up, Bulma?" Asked Goku, situating himself in front of Broly to hide Broly's 'excitement' from all the diving-kisses.
"In light of your approaching entry into the modeling world, Jean and I have arranged for you guys to do a certain Earth sport, and a photographer will then take pictures. I think you'll like it."
Goku asked, excited. "Is it an eatin' contest?! That's a sport, right?"
The pack looked eagerly to Bulma. "No, sorry Son, no eating here, just-"
Vegeta interrupted here, "I swear, if it is golf or that 'carling' thing I shall-"
Here, Bulma turned on him, hands on hips. "IF SOMEONE would let me finish, I could tell you more! Ahem- Now, the sport is actually something you'll like, I'm sure, but it's easier to show you once we get there, and no, no golf or curling. I'm not THAT cruel." She added.
The pack and Bulma packed up their stuff and followed her. They headed downstairs on the ship to a large room set aside for them. With a flourish, she opened the door, showing what seemed like an empty room with many floor light projectors, two separate sections with a curtain around them, one likely a changing area, and in the illuminated center of the room, a large flat box, the floor covered in what looked like grass.
"BULMA! There you are!" From the changing area, Jean emerged in a storm of gay vibes and colorful suit.
Dusty, ever the faithful assistant, behind him in a sharp suit, and after her a certain latino man with a camera around his neck.
"JEAN, Dusty, and Armando. So glad to see you again, I've brought the pack as you see."
Jean and his boyfriend looked appreciatively at the fine specimens looking lost at the moment, having no idea what this was about. Bulma hugged Jean and Armando, exchanging cheek kisses and shook hands with Dusty.
"I gather you haven't explained what we're doing?" Jean asked. "The vacant expressions on their handsome faces tell me 'no'."
"Nooo, I wanted for you guys to see their reaction too, much funnier that way."
Bulma explained.
"Oh! Then I do believe it's time we let our guests know what we have planned for them." Jean clapped his hands and the setup team turned off the lights and turned on a projector. All eyes turned to the white wall coming to life with digital movement.
The screen showed two men standing in a grassy patch of land, only wearing leather pants. A male voice coming from the projector started narrating.
"Oil wrestling goes back to the ancient civilizations of Sumer and Babylon as well as Greco-Roman traditions."
The Saiyans gathered around the small machine, focused on the images dancing on the wall.
"The object of oil wrestling is to lift your opponent in a position where his belly button faces the sky, and walk three steps with him, at which point he loses the game. The loser will then kiss the victor's hand as a sign of respect and admiration.
"Both wrestlers being doused in oil ensured that it's the technique rather than the strength of the wrestler that ensures the win.
"Oil wrestlers wear leather pants called a kispet, which is made from water buffalo leather and weighs about thirteen kilos.
"A win is typically ensured by
putting one's arm through the other's kispet, this move is called paça kazık.
"The wrestlers don't actually win by putting their hands in each other's pants. You have to get your opponent on their back or lift them up and walk three steps with them. But since they're all slicked up, the pants are the best place to grip."
"Until nineteen seventy five, wrestling matches didn't have time limits. So, a time limit of forty minutes was set, with a seven-minute finale.
"Every match starts with the contestants oiling up each other as a sign of respect.
"It's a very handsy sport. The athletes are definitely close friends in the end. And not at all just a made up excuse for two guys who got caught oily, together. One hundred percent non-homosexual reasons."
Everyone listened intently to the video until it ended.
"Oh, good lord." Goku rubbed his face.
Bardock cracked his neck and smiled wickedly, "so, ya don't approve of public nudity or sex, and many even have problems with people fucking the same gender… And then ya turn around and have THIS? You humans make no sense." Bardock sighed, resigned. "But that's your problem, so where are these 'kispets'?"
Jean, Bulma, and Armando giggled in a very dangerous way.
"Oh, that's not all there is to it. See, we've decided to make things more interesting~" Jean said.
"Instead of just getting your opponent on his back and walking, you need to get him to come as well." Bulma explained. Vegeta raised his hands in the air, exasperated. "If he doesn't come, then there's a rematch. You have three tries to get your opponent off."
"Oh! So like slip and slide." Raditz whispered as he tapped Bardock’s arm with the back of his hand.
"Very much like slip and slide." The older Saiyan replied.
"Ok, now remember this is purely physical, so NO ki! And the purpose is to get some nice shots, not just win, ok? So make sure you look hot while doing it." Bulma told the pack, not that they would have
any
problems pulling off the 'hot look'.
Turles' tail was wagging its tip excitedly at the thought of finally wrestling against the oil covered members of the pack. Back on Vegetasei, they had a similar game and the pirate never had the chance to participate.
"And one last thing, you have to actually try and defend yourself and not just give up right away to get off, understood?!" Said Bulma.
Turles pouted but kept silent.
"Ok, so we'll let you guys choose who-fights-who most of the time but sometimes we'll ask for two of you who we think will look good together. So figure out the order and then we'll show you how to get ready for the match. You'll have mostly free hands to wrestle how you like, but Armando here will ask you to maybe hold a pose or look in his direction while doing so, follow his instructions as nice shots are the whole point of this set-up. And finally, you may have noticed the other curtained off area, I'm under no illusion that you guys will want to fuck during this, so there's an area where you can go handle that. Just keep in mind you may be called out to wrestle at any given moment so be fast about it, ok? Anyone have something else to add?" Bulma looked at the pack and the other humans. "No? Then let's get started. We'll get the oil ready while you decide who goes first."
With that, Bulma, Jean, and Dusty headed over to the dressing area, while Armando went over to a table and double checked his camera equipment.
The pack stood around until Goku finally broke the ice, "sooo… Anyone wanna go first? We'll need two."
"I'm game if you'll be my partner." Said Turles lasciviously.
Goku nodded. He didn't really want to open the 'game' with Turles, but if nobody else was going to volunteer, he had to take the first step. "Alright, Turles and I will start. Then the winner spars with the next contestant. I'll leave it up t' ya guys t' decide who comes in next. A typical tournament, right, Vegeta?"
The Prince merely humphed and shrugged. He was less than pleased with the whole 'whoring himself out' for the humans, but Bulma was never going to stop. It was one of those things that made her an attractive and formidable opponent, albeit, in a non-punch scenario.
Goku and Turles headed over to the dressing area.
"Ohhh, so you two lovelies will start this? Wonderful!" Jean exclaimed, fluttering around like a very large butterfly. "Now, let's see, you're sizes should be right…" He leafed through the pants hanging on a clothing rack. "HERE!" he snatched two pairs triumphantly and handed one to Turles and one to Goku.
Turles started to undress before Jean stopped him, "oh, honey, don't give away the show just yet. There are dressing stalls over there." Jean pointed to a makeshift dressing area, thin walls dividing the stalls and red curtains for privacy.
"More of that human sense of modesty stuff?" Turles just asked passively.
"C'mon, Turles." Goku shoved the other Saiyan towards the stalls. Goku entered one and was surprised to see Turles had followed him in the small stall. "Turles?"
"Yeah?" The other said, already divesting.
"Yer supposed t' use another stall. One per person?" Goku quirked his eyebrow.
"Oh, is that how it works." Turles deadpanned and left to another stall.
"And close the curtain before ya get naked!" Goku called out.
An exasperated sigh followed by the swish of the curtain rings against a metal rod came from the next stall.
It was a tight squeeze to put on the kispets, but with some careful maneuvering from Goku's side, and some swear words form Turles' side, they managed to get into the pants.
Turles came out almost limping. "Are these supposed to be this tight?! I think my balls went numb!"
Goku opened the curtain and also had some difficulty walking straight.
"Were we supposed t' tuck first? No way any of the latchers are gettin' into these!" Said Goku, adjusting himself through the pants.
"Not to mention, doing the hand-down-pants thing to win, like they said." Turles tried walking a few steps, looking like a robot from a cartoon.
He then adjusted himself and tucked in. "Ahh, that's much better." He said, now able to move in the constricting attire.
"I- I still have problems tucking in…" Goku informed his rival, trying his best to fit his private parts inside his body.
Turles smirked an evil smirk and lazily walked towards Goku. "I can help you out. It'll hurt like fuck though."
"Huh?" Goku looked up from his groin in time to see Turles' punch coming at his nether regions.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"What on Earth is taking so long?" Jean protested as he watched the two contestants just standing there over by the dressing stalls, one of them doubled over.
While Jean was preoccupied with his soon-to-be camera victims, the other Saiyans were checking out the setup.
Toma saw Dusty rolling out a heavy looking barrel towards the stage. "You need help with that?" He asked.
"I got this. Women can be just as strong as men." Dusty replied starkly.
"I didn't mean it as an insult. Besides, Saiyans are much stronger than all the humans combined." Toma winked.
"Be that as it may, I got this." Dusty insisted.
"Toma, leave it alone." Vegeta said. "Trust me, you want no part in this discussion."
The Saiyans watched, amused, as Dusty slowly rolled and dragged and pushed the barrel to its destination. It was a long trip, but she was able to reach the end.
"Told you I could do it." Dusty said, out of breath, wiping a drop of sweat from her forehead.
"You've proven your point." Toma snickered. It was cute to see humans try.
"So what is this? It smells weird." Raditz asked while sniffing the air around the barrel.
"This is the oil you guys will be using for the wrestling matches." Dusty opened the lid.
It was instantaneous. The Saiyans near the barrel let out sounds of disgust as the smell invaded their nostrils.
"You expect us to put THAT on our bodies?!" Vegeta griped.
"It's a lubricating oil, Vegeta. You'll be fine." Bulma told her husband.
Bardock dared to take a few steps closer to the oil barrel. "How are we supposed to get off with this all over us? The smell is too distracting! I wanna smell my Saiyan opponent's unique scent when I'm fighting him. Not this- This- Spectacularly foul smelling gunk!"
Bulma was about to make a sad violin gesture when a smug Turles and an angry looking Goku finally made their way to the arena.
"Took you long enough. Are you okay, Son?" Bulma asked as she noticed Goku's miffed expression.
"I dun wanna talk about it." The Earth Saiyan grumbled. Turles snickered.
"Well, if you'll just get oiled up and go into the arena, we have everything waiting on you." Jean ushered the two Saiyans next to the artificial grass patch where the oil cask was (both Turles and Goku gagged at the smell) and quickly got out of the way. "Lenses at the ready, Armando!"
His cameraman gave him a thumbs up and started recording. The two competitors reluctantly dipped their hands in the oil and started oiling themselves.
"No, no, no! Oil each other, dearies." Jean directed.
Goku groused but placed his hands on Turles' dark skin, spreading the slick substance over his well defined pecs and abs.
Turles copied Goku's movements, going as far as teasing him, much to the other Saiyan's disapproval.
"Keep this professional, Turles." Goku snapped.
"Still mad at me for punching you in the dick?" Turles smirked as he pinched Goku's nipples some more.
"Kg- Focus on gettin' me oiled."
Turles dipped his hands in the oil again and ran them up Goku's sides and back. "You need to turn around."
Goku did as told and had his back oiled thoroughly.
An exasperated sigh was heard from across the room. Jean rubbed his hands down his face. "I need more PASSION, people. Somebody start grinding their hips! Dusty! Put on some music, get them in the mood."
Dusty typed in some commands on the laptop and soon a sensual beat blared through the stereos.
Bulma added in her two Zeni. "Come on, Son! Show us something hotter!"
Goku looked at her, still having oil smeared on his body. "But Bulma, it smeeells." He whined.
"Suck it up, Son!" She replied.
It took Goku a little longer to get in the mood, but soon both Saiyans were grinding against one another while rubbing their oily hands down their torsos.
"Oil your tails too." Jean called out.
Turles slicked his hands more and proceeded to oil Goku's tail. As soon as those warm, oiled fingers threaded themselves through the Earth Saiyan's tail, Goku let out an involuntary moan.
"Now we're getting somewhere!" The fashion designer exclaimed.
Once Goku began oiling up Turles' tail, the pirate tried to steal a kiss only to have Goku's grip on his tail tighten and fall to his knees with a gasp.
Jean clapped with glee. "Playing hard to get. I like that!"
"I'm not about t' kiss ya after what ya did t' me." Goku growled at the dark skinned Saiyan.
"I was- Only helping you." Turles swatted Goku's hands away from his tail and got up, said tail waved angrily.
"Let's start the fight." Goku huffed and walked over towards the center of the grass patch. Turles followed.
"Now remember, guys, be enticing. The main idea is getting hot pictures." Bulma reminded the Saiyans.
"Hmph, you don't need to tell me." Turles sneered at his opponent.
Goku huffed and bent his knees, getting in position. Turles crouched and waited for Jean to give them the green light.
"COMMENCE!" The fashion designer exclaimed.
Turles charged, trying to grab Goku's pants but the younger Saiyan wasn't having it. Goku slapped Turles' hands away, and thanks to his lightning speed, Goku took hold of his opponent's kispet and threw him on the ground.
The pirate smirked. Kakarot had fallen into his trap. As soon as Goku was on top, Turles grabbed him by the hair and rolled themselves over.
"OW! Turles, what the Hell?!"
"There were no rules about hair pulling, babe." Turles sassed as he ground his groin against Goku's.
Goku surged upwards, not about to go down so easily. Both of them rolled around, trying to get the upper hand.
Eventually, aided by the slipperiness of the oil, Turles managed to get around and grab Goku from the back, around his torso. He wasted no time going for Goku's weak spot- His nipples. The younger Saiyan raised his arms up above his head and reached back to try and grab Turles' hair, like he had done previously, but stopped in his tracks when both of Turles hands grabbed onto his buds.
About to reach down and remove Turles' hands, he was stopped when Armando shouted, "keep that position!"
Stuck between a metaphorical rock and a hard place, he was helpless as Turles' clever, slick fingers rubbed and massaged his nipples.
"Goku, tilt your head back." Came Armando's order.
Obeying hesitantly, he was left at the pirate's mercy. And Turles had never been the giving sort.
The rest of the pack got a bit hot under the collar, seeing Turles' hands slide sensually over Goku's oily pecs while the blush on the young Saiyan's cheeks intensified as he bit his lip to keep from moaning.
"I need more light shining on them." Armando told Dusty and the assistant went to get another work light, all the while, Turles was doing his best to make Goku come.
The dark skinned warrior decided to kick things up a notch. One hand started making its way down Goku's slick abs, eventually slipping into the tight leather pants and grasping not the kispet, but something else instead.
Goku's eyes that had remained fixed on the ceiling, while trying to ignore the hand's journey down his body, were now pressed shut and a moan came out of his upwards tilted mouth.
"This ain't fair! Can we change positions?" Goku complained as his penis started untucking. The tightness of the kispet was almost unbearable. Almost.
"Just a leettle longer, Goku." Armando informed.
Dusty was adjusting the light to the photographer's specifications. Every change of lighting was another picture snapped.
"But ya musta gotten like... Ahh~ Twenty shots of me like thiiisss... By now!" Goku said with some difficulties here and there.
"Armando is a perfectionist, Goku. He'll take as many pictures as he needs until he gets the
perfect shot."
Jean sing sang.
Turles' slick hand started moving faster inside the pants, while the other pinched Goku's nipple harder, rolling it around with adept fingers. Goku was unable to keep his hips from moving slightly back and forth. He groaned while trying to keep his position until Armando had gotten his so called 'perfect shot'.
"Dere's something meessing… A! Goku, turn your head around and let Turles keess you."
Goku opened his eyes to look with incredulity at Armando's request. "Wha- But-"
"Just do as he says, love." Turles whispered in his ear.
Goku sighed and turned his head around as far as he could go and started making out with Turles.
"Let us see dose tongues!" Came Armando's order.
Turles obeyed and slowed down the pace, sensually sucking on Goku's tongue, prompting Goku to bite Turles' lower lip.
Both of them glared more than stared into the other's eyes but the air was thick with sexual tension.
Goku shivered as Turles pulled back a bit and let his tongue play around with Goku's. He had to admit, the pirate was a pro at kissing. Another moan escaped the younger Saiyan and Turles mentally chuckled.
"Dusty, move de light to de other side. I want to capture deir best angle."
The girl did as told and Goku screamed on the inside. If this kept up- Turles rubbing his shaft inside the tight pants, his hand teasing Goku's nipples, the obscene kiss- Goku would…
"Mmmm-AAAAAAH!!!!" The younger Saiyan felt the pressure rising to the point of no return and he tipped over the edge.
His moan blended with the sounds of the camera shutter clicking furiously, trying to capture every nanosecond of the show's climax.
"PERFECT!" Armando finally cried.
Goku didn't care anymore. Semen coating the inside of his pants and dew dripping from his reddened buds, Goku was on cloud nine. He didn't even realize that he'd lost.
"We're even now~" Came Turles' voice as he removed himself from Goku's body.
"H-huh? Ohh… Right." Goku said, absentmindedly, as it dawned on him that he'd lost the round, just like Turles had lost to him all those years ago.
Shakily, he rose up, and walked back to the changing area the best he could while being untucked and the inside of the tight pants a mess, determinedly NOT looking anyone in the eyes.
"Tch- If that was all it took to beat him I would have done so from the start of our rivalry!" Vegeta growled.
"Are you saying I cheated, Prince?" Turles lifted an eyebrow at Vegeta.
Toma, ever the voice of reason, wanted to point out that Kakarot had been unable to fight back due to Armando's commands, but decided against it. There was no winning once these two got started.
"I am saying this game is stupid." Vegeta crossed his arms and looked away.
"Somebody is just scared to lose so easily~" Turles grinned devilishly at the shorter Saiyan.
Vegeta snapped his head at the renegade and scoffed. "As if." Vegeta walked to the rack where the kispets hung and chose one that seemed his size. "I am next, and I shall make you eat your words, pirate."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Vegeta came back from the changing stall, unnoticed by Kakarot and Raditz leaning against the far wall, talking. Raditz was probably comforting Kakarot by the looks of it. Vegeta shrugged. If he was going to make things work between them, he would have to accept Raditz's obsession over Kakarot.
Besides, it wasn't like he'd be opposed for some of both brothers at the same time, especially once Kakarot became his mate too. Vegeta shivered at the thought of having them in his bed at the same time. He was sure Bulma would love that too, but not too sure how Broly would feel if he were left out.
The Prince reached the arena and eyed the nasty smelling oil.
"Lube me up." He told Turles who was standing near the changing area, looking at Kakarot and Raditz.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." The pirate smirked at the double entendre, wondering if Vegeta would ever let him 'lube him up' in that way. That would be quite the experience; having the Prince of all Saiyans writhing under him while Turles buried himself deep inside those forbidden walls. The pirate licked his lips. Vegeta would certainly be quite a catch, but if Turles were honest with himself, he had better chances of topping Broly than Vegeta.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Something felt off with the pirate. As Turles oiled him up, he kept a close eye on the dark skinned Saiyan. His hands kept working over Vegeta's body, but his focus drifted to…
Vegeta followed Turles' line of sight.
First he thought it was Raditz stealing the pirate's attention as usual, but upon closer inspection it was Kakarot.
Vegeta growled and snapped at Turles, "eyes on me! Focus on what you are doing."
Turles concentrated on making sure all the visible royal skin was oiled for all of ten seconds. His gaze started wondering again.
Vegeta's tail fur bristled.
The way Turles looked at Kakarot when he thought Vegeta wasn't paying attention…
Oh, no! Hell no!
Vegeta's fangs grinded against his lower teeth. "First Raditz and now Kakarot?!" He angrily whispered.
Turles' eyes snapped back and he got the full view of Vegeta's seething face. The renegade looked like a deer in the headlights for a split second before he regained his bearings, but that one split second had told Vegeta everything he needed to know.
In his anger, Vegeta barely registered Raditz and Goku heading inside the 'private' area, aside from the relief of Turles being unable to stare more at his (future) mate.
Done oiling up the Prince, Turles stepped back. Hard won survival instincts ensured he never took his eyes off the fuming royal.
Wordlessly, and with an angry glare never leaving Turles, the Prince started reapplying oil to the pirate's skin. The tension was high as Vegeta almost aggressively coated the tanned saiyan with the oil. Turles looked like he wanted to run, but held still under the Prince's slippery hands.
Jean knew better than to ask the royal to be more sensual while he and Turles were oiling themselves. Once Vegeta was done, he simply directed his boyfriend and cameraman to start rolling.
The two contestants walked to the ring and regarded each other.
Small noises could be heard from the sex area, but somehow most of the humans ignored it steadfast. Dusty did blush a bit however and began fidgeting in discomfort.
"Prepare yourself, Turles. I shall not go easy on you."
Vegeta sent the thought to his opponent.
Turles snorted and put all his strength in base form to attack the Prince.
The fight began, both Saiyans were evenly matched to the untrained eye, but for others, Vegeta clearly had the upper hand.
Bardock and Toma cheered them on, and soon Broly joined although in a more reserved manner. The battle intensified with every word of encouragement sent their way, Vegeta and Turles tried their best at pinning the other down. Vegeta had to admit that the oil certainly made things more difficult, but only just.
Several times the Prince was able to pin the pirate in various grips, only to release him again.
Turles growled at the taunting of how easy it was for Vegeta to get the drop on him.
"Are you going to fight properly or keep toying with me?!"
Turles growled telepathically.
"Fight properly? Just look at yourself. Toying with the likes of you is very proper, I believe."
Vegeta thought smugly. Suddenly, he was distracted by a tugging in his bond with Goku. That was enough to let his guard down.
Turles let out a shout at the insult and charged. He was able to at last bury his hands in Vegeta's hair, the one part that wasn't oiled.
Fuck's sake, Kakarot! NOW?!!
Vegeta thought as he tried to free himself from the grip, while being affected by Goku's pleasure.
The noises from the stall were louder now, mixed with very graphic words.
All the humans, sans Bulma, now looked very uncomfortable, while the pack shrugged it off with practice.
Turles twisted his hands in Vegeta's hair, forcing the Prince to his knees.
"This was much easier than I thought it would be. I expected more from you, Prince." Turles sassed.
Vegeta was too focused on the pleasure he felt through the bond to pay much mind to Turles' taunting.
"ENOUGH!" He shouted and powered up just enough to dislodge the dark skinned Saiyan's grip on his hair and throw Turles away from him.
The pirate landed on his back with a thud.
"I shall not be mocked -hgnh- by the likes of -mhhh- you!" Vegeta half-said, half-moaned.
Everyone in the room really tried their best to focus on what Vegeta was saying. They really did.
It was just that
someone's
noises rose louder and louder and made it really, really hard to not laugh, or get distracted. The sounds of the stall walls creaking didn't help matters either.
Mentally, Vegeta cursed his mate-to-be. The sole cause of not only Vegeta's current predicament, but also why no one was taking him seriously right now.
"TOMA!" The Prince called to the ex elite.
Said Saiyan startled but immediately replied. "Highness?"
"Get naked! I need your help before we can continue this!" Came the barked order.
Toma knew the tone of voice, and stripped without another word.
Jean really wanted to object to them taking a break, but between the moans and the creaking, it was clear that everyone, both human and Saiyans, were not able to focus.
Heck, Bardock was (poorly) hiding snickers that threatened to erupt into full blown laughing. With a sigh, Jean gave in.
He and Bulma shared a 'can you believe this?' glance, and the heiress called for a time out.
Turles was upset that a break would occur right when he'd gotten a good grip on the Prince. His tail swished angrily, but there was little he could do. Instead he turned his attention towards the stall- The cause of said break.
It really was typical of Kakarot. It seemed no matter the situation, Kakarot always made things more interesting, in one form or another.
Lately, he'd been noticing the other Saiyan a bit more than usual. He and Kakarot had been getting along better since the whole bomb thing was cleared out, and Turles was now officially a pack member. But these last days he'd started toying with the thought of maybe… There could be a chance for more.
He'd always thought Raditz would be his only chance for a mate, but with the Frieza ordeal out of the way, the fact that Kakarot had been the only one who'd cared for him during everything, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Kakarot would be open for more.
Granted, Turles himself was a sub too, most of the time, but Kakarot had Broly for filling the dom role, and Turles could show Kakarot things Broly could never dream up.
Broly would've been a mate option too, his dick alone cemented that, but he was clearly too far gone on Kakarot to want another mate at this stage.
The memory of their earlier fight, the feel and taste of the Earth raised Saiyan, and their chemistry. It could work.
He licked his lips and looked in the direction of the noisy stall. Hell, with Raditz's brother complex, odds were he'd be joining often too. A big bonus if one asked Turles.
His attention was caught by Vegeta leading Toma towards the chairs that sat next to the arena.
As soon as Vegeta sat the tanned Saiyan down on a random chair and positioned himself over Toma's hardening cock, Dusty turned to her boss. "I'll be back in five." And left without another word.
"That's a good idea, darling." Jean called out. "Bulma? I'm going to take Armando with me and wait til they're… Finished. Woo! Is it getting hot in here…" Jean fanned himself before grabbing his boyfriend's hand and leaving with the protesting latino.
"But I want to see!" Came Armando's objecting while being led away.
The door closed behind them, cutting off the protests.
Bulma just, craned her head back and sighed to the heavens.
"Welp. I can't even say I'm that surprised. Hopefully, Goku and Radi will be done so-"
As if someone had heard her thoughts, it was at that moment the poor stall lost the fight against two muscular and very
energetic
Saiyans, resulting in her husband, and her best friend/pseudo brother spilled out on the floor, moaning like whores.
The whole thing was finished off with the remains of the stall collapsing on itself and the horny 'stall-wrecker-duo'.
She glared at them with a deadpan expression, and just facepalmed.
The rest of the pack, having been interrupted by their fun, all came over to help get the debris off the two Saiyans.
Bulma simply crossed her arms, and waited her turn until they'd dug out the two disruptive warriors she'd been cursed with.
ONE measly photoshoot. Was that too much to ask?
Feeling her temper rise, she glared down at Goku and Raditz and decided that this would be a costly lesson for both of them.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
After Bulma's little lesson on Saiyan biology, and putting the stall back together, everyone went back to their respective places and resumed the wrestling match.
"Alright, Vegeta, if you would come into de reeng, please?" Came Armando's exotically accented voice.
Freshly changed again, Vegeta walked, no, strode towards the ring, determination written in every line of his stocky body.
After the unforeseen break courtesy of Goku's hormones and Raditz's brother complex, everyone had gathered in the makeshift photo studio again, ready to continue. And this time, Vegeta would not accept any excuse for not setting things straight with Turles.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. This wasn't just about winning this silly wrestling thing. This was about honor and wiping that stupid, smug grin off the pirate's fucking face. Vegeta had more than his share of reasons for wanting to go up against the space pirate. Not only had Turles been chasing his mate's tail for years, and especially since arriving on Vampa. Now it seemed he was developing an interest in his mate-to-be as well. Like a greedy cub who wanted others' toys simply because they had them.
He might've forgiven Turles the Frieza ordeal, but he was not going to let the pirate just waltz in and snatch up his pack member/future mate/friend without a fight.
Vegeta knew himself well enough to know he too was possessive (and jealous), for a Saiyan. But he doubted any prince had ever had to deal with a mate-to-be like Kakarot.
If there was one thing he was glad about when it came to Kakarot and Broly mating, aside from Broly being able to empathise with Goku about their non-Saiyan upbringing, it was that neither had a deceptive bone in their body.
Broly said little, but always the truth. Kakarot rambled but rarely felt the need to hide himself.
Vegeta could count the number of times Kakarot had withheld information or hidden something, on one hand, including calling Turles here to begin with, and keeping the Super Saiyan Three form from him back then.
Saiyans usually didn't bother with hiding or secrets anyway. They disliked something or someone? They argued, fought over it, or fucked it out. Either way, issue solved.
Another reason Vegeta had detested Frieza was that he had forced Vegeta to play the deceptive game, going against his Saiyan nature, in the process, making Vegeta prone to hide his feelings, something he was still suffering from, after all this time.
Turles, however, had always played that game, for as long as Vegeta had known him. He had always been deceptive. Always keeping information hidden for his advantage. And Vegeta would not stand for Turles taking advantage of Kakarot's naivety to score himself a spot as his mate. Kakarot was just dumb and kind enough to the point were virtually anyone who knew how to play their cards right, could get onto his good side and eventually mate with him. And Vegeta owed Kakarot too much for that to happen. Call him dominating over what was Kakarot's choice, but he'd take the ensuing fights with Kakarot if it kept him from ending up mated to someone who used him.
With those thoughts in mind, Vegeta strutted to the oil casket and began re-lubricating himself. Turles approached him but before he was five steps away, Vegeta growled and the pirate stopped in his tracks.
The Prince took care of oiling every spot he saw as a potential grabbing point. Armando was about to pipe up and remind Vegeta of the 'oiling the opponent' rule, but Bulma grabbed his shoulder and simply shook her head when he looked back questioningly.
There was no way mere humans would be able to impose their will on the Saiyan Prince.
Vegeta finished himself off by working oil into his feathery soft hair and made his way to the arena where Turles was patiently waiting for him.
"Ready to get your royal, petite ass handed to you?" Turles taunted.
Vegeta simply glared, less than amused by the pirate's antics.
Raditz and Bardock exchanged glances wordlessly. 'Uh-oh' was the message being conveyed.
Saiyans that were close together, had a mild, innate telepathic connection between them. Saiyans that had trained to communicate telepathically, like a certain royal and pirate, had a more refined telepathy between them and could practically hold conversations among them. It was rarely used, but not foreign to Saiyans.
Toma also felt their worry. "I'm sure they'll keep this professional…"
Silence was the only response from the pack, all of them too familiar with Vegeta's temper and Turles'... Free spirit.
Vegeta took a defensive stance, waiting for the dark skinned Saiyan to take the first step.
"Well! Aren't you the strategic one. Waiting to see what my offense will be?" Turles sassed.
"Ladies first." Vegeta talked back at Turles. Muscles rolling under the oiled skin, Vegeta started circling the pirate like a large jungle cat, eyes never leaving his opponent.
Recognizing his own taunt from the first day he'd arrived on Vampa, Turles simply snorted and tossed his hair.
"Alright then." Turles huffed.
He charged towards Vegeta, aiming for his hair with one hand and his kispet with the other. Vegeta easily deflected the attack and shot his hand towards Turles' head, where it buried in his hair. Vegeta just had to flex his arm to have Turles on the floor gasping in pain.
"Is that all you have, Turles? And here I thought you liked a little pain." Vegeta gripped the hair tighter, making the renegade's face twist a bit.
The pirate's eyes widened and he scrambled away from the prince, sacrificing a few hair strands on the way. Vegeta simply stood still, arm still reaching out, clasping air now.
Calm as could be, he simply smiled and waited for Turles' next move. Assured in his own strength, a paragon of Saiyan royalness if one ever saw one. He curled his hand back up, and smugly made a 'come on then' motion.
Turles admitted, he'd been thrown for a loop. He expected Vegeta to be competitive, eager to get back to the fight. Instead, the eye-of-the-storm calmness Vegeta was, was getting to Turles in a way he only saw a certain reptilian foe do and other righteous Saiyans.
He hated that attitude. He'd had dealt with it his whole fucking life, from all those 'pure Saiyans' to whom he had been beneath even the courtesy of being taken seriously as an opponent.
No more. This would happen no longer.
Turles screamed, his powerful voice resonated against the walls as he took off and aimed for the Prince's face.
Vegeta waited, grabbed the incoming fist and used the momentum to toss Turles to the ground instead. Taking advantage, he quickly reached down and grabbed Turles around the neck from behind, much like what Turles had done with Kakarot. The memory of his future mate sharpened Vegeta's determination and he held on, barely letting Turles breathe.
Vegeta then sent a telepathic message to his opponent.
"Turles, be warned. Pack or not. If you approach my future mate with anything but pure intentions, I will end you and bring you back again. Unlike with Frieza, dying is no escape from me."
Turles, gasping for air, sent a mental reply back.
"Fuck off! As if you'd ever let me anyway. You hate me for being what I am. No matter what. You've never accepted me, and you never will!"
Turles used the nanosecond it took for Vegeta to process the reply to shimmer out of the grip, using the slickness of the oil. He grabbed the Prince by that flame hair that represented everything he would never be, and tossed Vegeta on his back.
Vegeta stopped himself from hitting the ground and jumped to an upward position. "Damn straight." He growled as he charged towards the pirate.
"Damn, straight- what?" Jean asked Bulma.
"Shhhhh!" Came the whole pack, eyes never leaving the two Saiyans.
Turles charged at the same time as Vegeta and tackled him, thus sending both to the ground again where they rolled around, trying to pin the other.
"Why can't you ever let me have anything good?! WHY?!"
Turles yelled mentally.
"Because you cannot be trusted!! You always hide yourself, your intentions! Your goals! Even now you hide your power!"
Vegeta screamed back inside their heads, pushing up against the pirate, fingers locked together, both straining to overpower the other.
"I HAD TO! Weaker clones could be used but strong ones got disposed of! And why should I bother following the Saiyan rules?! I tried! I tried for so long, but it was never enough! If you played the game but were kept from being able to win through no fault of your own, you'd stop following the rules too!"
Turles and Vegeta glared at the other, mentally fighting as well as physically.
"Some rules are not made to be broken. All the temples you desecrate-"
"It was for a noble cause!" Turles did a backflip and stepped away from the angry Prince.
"You lose today, fake." Vegeta said in a whisper that only the Saiyans' superior hearing could sense.
Turles' brain went blank. He had had to deal with that moniker his whole life, and now that there were almost no Saiyans left, he didn't have to put up with it any more. He charged and began fighting in earnest. Unfortunately, the Prince was far superior to him and his attacks fell on emptiness. Vegeta dodged every time he tried grabbing him. Turles was ruthless however, and continued to wrestle with the Prince as much as he could without going further beyond.
However, as with many mortals, Turles slipped, and that was enough for Vegeta to grab hold of him and pin him down.
"I just want someone who cares! Most of the pack dislikes or hates me in some form or another, including you. Kakarot's the only one who might…"
His mental voice taking on a pleading vibe.
Vegeta glared down at him, eyes hard like steel.
"I know, and that is why I am doing this."
Turles sneered up at the small royal, clawing at the hand forcing him down.
"THIS IS NOT YOUR CHOICE TO MAKE!"
He screamed back mentally, fury etched into every word.
"I know."
Came Vegeta's calm telepathic voice
. "I know this is his and your choice. I know this is wrong, that I am overstepping my boundaries. But I will still do it, for his sake. Tell me, Turles, could you ever care about someone enough to damage how you are seen in their eyes, for their sake?"
Turles face fell in surprise, a picture of Raditz flashed before his eyes.
His body went lax, lying there in the dirt, with no escape. Even in his head, Turles had to face the facts. While he was fond of Kakarot, he loved someone else. Kakarot had simply seemed like his best chance of acceptance, now that Raditz was double mated and everything.
"Are… You going to kill me?"
Turles asked in their thoughts.
"Today? No. If you had persisted in forcing something with Kakarot, yes."
Came Vegeta's calm response.
Turles smiled sadly. "I surrender. Do what you must."
"Very well." Vegeta replied. "Breathe."
That was the only warning before the Prince shoved his right hand inside of Turles' kispet, and using four ki coated fingers, he practically tore open Turles' ass.
Turles screamed from the mix of pleasure and pain. His body spasmed the best it could while on the plastic grass, and being held down by the Prince.
Vegeta was relentless, cruel as it might seem. It'd ease things in the long run, setting the record straight here and now, about not just strength, but also about how serious the matter was to Vegeta.
One finger slid under the inside of Turles' tail gland, and viciously worked it over, with just enough force to be at the brink of agony, keeping the pirate from being able to topple over too soon. Massaging both the gland and spreading his fingers inside Turles' spasming hole, it took only a short time before Turles gave a high pitched noise of completion, body shaking as he was forced to come by the Prince's fingers- thereby signaling the end of this round.
Vegeta leaned his head down closer to the pirate's, as he gingerly pulled out his bloodied fingers.
"You can not be trusted because you hide yourself. Change my mind."
Was the short message.
A weak reply was all the pirate could offer.
"…Will you let me?"
"Yes."
The Prince rose languidly. Dominance established, and another elephant driven from its corner when it came to his pack.
Walking towards the edge of the ring, the Prince only glanced back when he sensed Kakarot move inside the ring, and started to tend to Turles' lax form.
Their eyes briefly met, Goku's questioning but remaining silent, Vegeta's determined but calm.
The moment ended, and Vegeta continued out of the ring, the pack members at the edge parted before him wordlessly.
Head held high, he moved towards the rest area, waiting for the next round.
He knew both Bulma and Kakarot would have opinions about how this round had turned out, but Vegeta had no regrets. It might cause strife between him and his future mate, but this was the path he'd chosen.
The words from that night when Kakarot had finally accepted to become his mate still rang clear in his head. He would not have Kakarot once again feel like the 'consolation prize' in a relationship, especially not in one as permanent as a Saiyan mating.
If Turles actually, genuinely started to care for Kakarot as a mate, he'd begrudgingly allow it. But not like this. He would let time and the pirate himself decide on what happened next.
Vegeta was a Saiyan of his word. If Turles made an effort, stopped hiding, he would accept him as a Saiyan. If not…
Well, he had warned him.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Bardock."
"Hmm- What?" The scarred Saiyan asked.
"Bardock." The Prince repeated. "I wish for a real challenge."
Goku pouted.
"Heh. Heheh. Are ya sure ya wanna go up against a master strategist?" Bardock said in a sly voice.
"Put your pants on and get oiled up." Vegeta growled.
"As you wish, Majesty~" Bardock sashayed his hips and tail on his way to the kispet rack and then to the changing rooms.
When he came back, Vegeta had already applied more oil on his body and hair. Jean had given up on enforcing the 'oil your opponent' rule at this stage and simply enjoyed the show.
After changing, Bardock strutted over to the oil barrel, nose wrinkling when he got closer to it. His smirk turned into a frown, but he oiled himself up nonetheless. "Ready yer camera, boys. I'm about to give ya a show." 'Unlike Vegeta' was left in the air.
And what a show he gave. By the end of it, the humans were feeling hot under the collar (except Dusty), the Saiyans popped boners, and poor Toma had to be held back by Goku and Broly.
Turles sulked in a corner, now recovered after his and Vegeta's match. Call him childish but he'd gotten a solid kick up the arse with a dose of reality and lost the round.
The mind numbing orgasm had been a very small silver lining. Although thinking back on Vegeta's words… Had the Prince really given him a chance to prove himself worthy?
Much could be said about Vegeta, but he was the type who stuck to their word. Of course, he was also the jealous type.
Turles snorted.
Honestly, Vegeta was likely the only Saiyan who'd have pulled this stunt for their future mate, not even fully mated yet…
Suddenly, Turles sat upright as Vegeta's words came back to him. He'd called Kakarot his 'future mate' not 'bonded mate'. Did that mean that-
Holy shit! Kakarot and Vegeta are going to become breeding mates as well?!
If that was the case, Kakarot must've finally come around. Now the four Saiyans; Raditz, Kakarot, Broly, and Vegeta, and the human; Bulma, would be a circle of their own.
Turles slumped as he realized that his new window had been shut even as he'd hoped for a chance with Kakarot. Unless… If Vegeta truly had meant what he said about giving him a chance.
Fuck it all to Hell.
Kakarot and Broly's circle was one thing, but he wasn't particularly interested in becoming part of the Prince's circle, regardless of Raditz.
He sighed. Well, it wasn't like the odds had been great of there not being overlap in the circles, given the size of the pack. Still, he'd rather avoid being a part of the Prince's circle. Their personalities would clash constantly.
The sound of clapping snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see Bardock, clad in those disgustingly tight leather pants, enter the arena.
Objectively speaking, he could admire Bardock's ass in them, though he'd bet his own looked even better clad in those pants. No, it was the confidence the scarred Saiyan exuded that made him more attractive than the pirate himself.
Despite sharing the same genome, there was always a certain vibe or aura that Turles had never been able to replicate. Turles chalked it up to Bardock having had a loving circle and pack to build up his self esteem. While Turles had built up his self esteem on his own and with the help of Rocket, his pseudo-parent, even with all the love he'd gotten from this particular Saiyan, Turles still felt unworthy. He didn't feel like a proper Saiyan, perhaps he never would.
He curled up a bit.
It seemed even the Goddess agreed as it felt like every door to a mate was being closed gradually but surely in front of him.
Unknowing of the pirate's dilemma, the pack and humans watched as the match was about to start.
"Ready to fall down to yer knees, Majesty?" Bardock said through a toothy grin, bearing his fangs at Vegeta.
The Prince only scoffed and smirked back. "Your overconfidence will be your downfall, heir of cKelerias."
"Yer underestimation will be yers." Bardock said calmly as he charged towards the Prince.
Just as he reached Vegeta, Bardock blinked out of existence and reappeared behind him. Vegeta was barely able to turn around and stop the elbow coming at his back.
"Hey, are they allowed to do that?" Dusty asked her boss.
"We never put a speed limit, hun. So it's too late now to set anyth- HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Jean shouted as both Saiyans disappeared and only sounds could be heard around them.
"Vegeta!" Bulma tried reigning in her husband, but there was no way in Hell Vegeta would power down and let Bardock have the upper hand.
"Vegeta! This is a photoshoot! We need to be able to get pictures!" Bulma yelled.
The Saiyans re-appeared just above the arena. They both fell to the fake grass, Bardock had Vegeta's head gripped between his thighs, basically tea-bagging him, and Vegeta's crotch was at his mercy.
"I SHALL BITE YOUR BALLS OFF IF YOU DARE!" Vegeta roared to the third class.
"Kakarot wouldn't appreciate ya castrating his carrier, Prince." Bardock slyly replied. He took his time freeing Vegeta's cock out of the kispet while the Prince struggled to get free from the other Saiyan.
"He will get over it!" Came Vegeta's snarled response.
Taking a chance and risking his jewels, Bardock bent down and ran his sinful tongue up Vegeta's shaft.
"Armando… Armando, Armando, are you getting this?!" Jean snapped his fingers at his cameraman.
"Yes, yes, I'm on eet." The latin man grabbed his camera and instructed Dusty to set the lights in a better position.
"Ya better hurry taking as many pictures as ya can." Raditz commented. "Nobody lasts more than a few seconds once 'Dock's mouth is on ya."
Toma meanwhile tore his eyes away and looked at Goku. "Cub, is 'fashion' another word for that 'porn'? It looks like some of the stuff on that 'teevee' thing."
Goku sweatdropped. "Usually no, I think it's just baba's influence."
Armando furiously snapped pictures of Bardock taking in the Prince's cock in such a lewd way.
Bulma's voice came from the edge of the ring. "I better get a copy of those, you hear me, Jean?!"
"Absolutely." Came Jean's mesmerized voice.
"NO!" Vegeta half-shouted, half-panted. He was humiliated enough being at the mercy of a lower class Saiyan, not to mention having the humans record it. He was not about to give his wife more spank material than she already had.
"Oh, Veggie. You just don't know how hot you look when you're overpowered and struggling to get away." Bulma mumbled. "Wouldn't you agree, Son?"
"Huh- Wha?" Goku was in a trance, watching his bearer suck off his future mate.
"That'll be a 'yes'." Bulma smirked. "Honestly, I have my ideas about why you like to fight Vegeta so much. I'd certainly be up for a match often if I got this view." She smirked like the Devil himself.
The words finally registered in Goku's lust addled brain and he blushed furiously. "That- THAT AIN'T IT, Bulma!" He waved his hands at her.
"WHY do I not feel convinced, Kakarot??!!" Came Vegeta's strained and angry voice.
Goku flinched and his tail hid between his legs.
Raditz laughed at his brother's predicament, watching him being scolded like a cub. Goku blushed and gave him an elbow to the side.
With a small cough from the elbowing, Raditz turned his focus back on the enticing view of Vegeta at the mercy of his center.
"Bardock!" Vegeta growled.
That was the older Saiyan's cue to up his game. From much, much, MUCH, practice, Bardock coated his tongue and the inside of his mouth with ki and sucked hard on Vegeta's glans. The royal couldn't hold back anymore and let go with a mighty roar.
Bardock was truly the god of blow jobs.
The crowd watched breathlessly as heavy swallows could be heard from Bardock gulping down the fruits of his labour. The scarred Saiyan then opened his mouth and let the dick fall back down, along with a small trail of semen dribbling from his tongue. Armando gulped and took a few more pictures of Bardock's filthy display.
Sensing the audience, Bardock turned and gave Armando a clear view of his cum dripping tongue, just because he could.
"Get off me, whore…" Vegeta mumbled, defeated and utterly humiliated.
The tongue retracted into the expert mouth, before Bardock turned his attention back on Vegeta. "Tch- Is that any way to show gratitude?" He smirked.
"I hate you." Came Vegeta's flat voice.
"I wouldn't have chosen me as an opponent either, Majesty." Bardock wiggled his ass against Vegeta's face before letting go of the Prince's head and standing up. His eyes sought out his mate in the crowd. Upon finding him, he let his gaze slide down leisurely before it landed on the huge tent his mate was pitching.
Smirking and giving Toma a severe case of bedroom eyes, he stood still, waiting for a reaction.
Toma did not disappoint. Making a move as if to pounce on the scarred Saiyan, it was only Goku and Broly's quick reflexes that stopped him. He thrashed in his cub and his cub's mate's grip, cursing them for being much stronger.
"Hmm." Bardock hummed in appreciation, his smirk never leaving his face. "I know who I wanna fight next… Toma!"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Toma!" Bardock announced his next opponent. "YES!" The tanned latcher fist pumped in the air and shook off his cub and Broly's arms. He was about to go get a fitting kispet when a flamboyant voice stopped him in his tracks. "NO!" Came Jean's voice. "No? What do you mean NO?!" Toma demanded. "As much as I'd appreciate the show, and trust me, I would, I have another matchup that I think would work better." Jean explained to the horny Saiyan. Toma wanted to lose to his mate so badly, but Jean was the head honcho here. He pulled all the shots. Bardock pouted, but remained silent about the opponent change. For now. "Well, in that case, who am I facing?" He drawled at the human. Jean smiled wickedly, and turned around. "Turles, could you join us in the ring?" The whole pack inhaled at the semi announcement. Even Turles was surprised Jean would suggest this pairing. Fighting Vegeta was one thing, but fighting Bardock? Turles had really wronged the scarred Saiyan in the past, albeit not on purpose, and Bardock's hatred was very well justified, whereas Vegeta's was just a whim. Granted, the human didn't know their backstory, but this was still… Not a good idea. "No. There is no way I'm wrestling with that fake!" The commander growled. Turles sighed. There was that word again. A word he thought the others would've forgotten by now. He was wrong. It seemed he'd never be free of that stigma. "Bardock, stop being bitchy and get in the ring." Came Bulma's 'tired-of-this-BS' voice. Making his way to the oil cask, Turles stopped a moment in front of Bardock and smirked disdainfully at him. "Seems like you're never going to be free of me, Bardy." Bardock replied through gritted teeth, "do not call me that." "Want to oil me up?" Turles wiggled his tail in the air. "Yer plenty 'slippery' already!" Came the growled reply. "Bulma, tell them to oil each other up. I just can't deal with this no more." Jean said with an air of exasperation. With a sigh, Bulma turned and looked at the two lookalikes like a mother whose toddlers were fighting over who got to play a videogame next. "Boys, stop this and just oil the other up before I reduce your sweets allowance on board." The scolded Saiyans gasped, outraged. Whether it was over the threat or the tone of voice was anyone's guess, but a few snickers might've escaped some pack members. Seizing the chance to annoy Bardock a bit, Turles ignored the urge to retaliate and instead turned back towards the scarred Saiyan. With his oiled hands held up like a threatening offer, he added, "well, Bardy, you heard her." The older Saiyan's tail bristled. He was THIS close to ending the clone's existence. He sauntered towards the pirate, a low growl rumbling deep inside his chest. One of his hands shot out and grabbed Turles by the scruff, making the dark skinned warrior yelp. Getting dangerously close to the pirate's ear, Bardock whispered, emphasizing each word, "do. Not. Call. Me. By. That. Name." He released Turles and dipped his hands in the oil, immediately beginning to coat his clone with it. "And do it slowly this time! We missed out last round." Came Jean's command. Vegeta snorted. Bardock snarled, but forced himself to move slowly over the clone's skin. "No need to be so grumpy, Bardy. Enjoy it, call it vanity if it makes you feel better." Turles said in a smug voice. Bardock was steaming at this point, straining to keep moving slow and not just socking the pirate one in the jaw. "OUCH." Turles exclaimed in surprise from having a nipple pinched HARD. "Oops, sorry 'bout that." Came Bardock's clearly-not-sorry reply. "No need, I liked it. Do it again~" Turles smirked. "In that case, ya can forget about it." "Bardock, play with him, pumpkin!" Jean ordered the scarred Saiyan. "Wha..." Bardock hesitated. Clearly, Jean had forgotten just how deadly Saiyans were. "It's fine, I'm oiled up now. My turn!" Said Turles, and before Bardock had a chance to react, slippery hands were moving over his body, Turles pressed close against him. The pirate pulled their pelvises together with his tail, while his hands sensually slid over Bardock's muscular back. "What's wrong, Bardy? Too much for you?" He whispered in his ear. "I fucking hate ya. So much." Bardock said in a strained voice. "Maybe, but you still want to fuck me. I don't mind a little hate sex. Remember those times back on Vegetasei?" "They haunt me." Bardock replied starkly. "And why is that?" Turles' hands slid down the scarred Saiyan's arms, working the warm oil into the skin. "I curse my sharp memory every time I remember the first time I allowed ya into my nest." "Oh, just blame the alcohol and my irresistible charm, or blame the 'home-turf-advantage'." Turles responded. "Blame everything else but you actually being attracted to me. We both know the truth. You always did protest just a bit too much to my presence." "I'm not-" Bardock was cut off with a gasp. Turles' hand had slid down and was now cupping his lookalike's dick. "Hmmm, I suppose this is a coincidence then?" Came Turles' tempting voice in Bardock's ear, while the dark Saiyan fondled his semi hard on. With a snarl, Bardock tore himself away from his clone's embrace. "I'm oiled now. Let's go!" The pirate shrugged, with an easy grin on his face. "Whatever you say, Bardy~" "Armando, cupcake! Camera at the ready! Dusty-buns! Make sure the light is hitting them at the right angle." Jean only hoped Bardock would cooperate with the photo shoot and remember why they were doing this. The tension between those two Saiyans was greater than with any of the other pairings. "Ready?! BEGIN!" As soon as the fashion-designer-turned-porn-director gave them the green light, Bardock rammed Turles against the far wall of the arena, leaving a dent on Bulma's ship. "HEY! Watch my cruise!" Bulma said, irritated. "Ye-hes, Bardy. At least wait- Till after the round to get rough-" Came Turles' wheezing voice. "Shut up!" Bardock punched Turles square in the mouth, splitting his lower lip. "GUYS! THIS IS NOT A REAL FIGHT!" Bulma yelled at them. "This is a wrestling match! For fuck's sake, get a hold of yourselves, or so help me!" "…FINE!" Bardock snarled. He tossed the pirate back into the center of the ring. Turles landed with a 'OMPF' on the fake grass, skidding a little. Bardock pounced 'jungle-cat-style' before his opponent had a chance to get up. Turles tried to get the other Saiyan off, but Bardock was physically much stronger than he was. Somebody has been training. Well, if you can't beat 'em, trick 'em. Thought Turles. He pushed himself against Bardock's straining body, aggression written in every line of it. "Are you planning on sucking me off, Bardy? Hmm? Are you going to make me lose to your delectable mouth? We both know you're a one trick show. So I don't blame you if you choose that." "I don't need my mouth on yer dick to get ya off, fake!" Turles leaned his face up, bearing his fangs, until their faces were an inch apart. "Prove it! First one to come loses!" "I'll show ya who the real whore is, clone." Bardock growled. Both threw themselves into their task with abandon. They rubbed, caressed and nibbled every sensitive spot the other had, or they shared. They grappled, fondled, and rolled around trying to pin the other. Tails swooshed and bared fangs gleamed as they fought for the upper hand. The whole pack fidgeted on the spot, all of them sporting growing erections in response to the sight of the two almost identical Saiyans erotically fighting. At one point, Broly simply gave up hiding his bodily response to his mate's lookalikes and just plucked up Goku and carried him to the sex area. No one noticed… Well, Vegeta did, for obvious reasons. Toma was the most distracted out of the bunch. He knew his mate would kill him afterwards, but this was a wet dream come true. Seeing Bardock and Turles frotting against one another had been one of his early fantasies. There was just something about having two similar looking Saiyans do each other. Armando had gone through four packs of film since the beginning of the wrestling matches and the camera was still clicking away, a hundred miles per hour. Turles had managed to throw Bardock off him, making the other land on his back. Quick as a whip, he slotted his own legs between Bardock's, in a scissoring position, and grabbed one of Bardock's legs to keep him from escaping. "Final round, you ready, Bardy?" Turles asking slightly out of breath. "Bring it, bitch!" Came the furious reply, and Turles laughed, delighted. Before Bardock could throw Turles off, Armando shouted, "HOLD DAT POSE!" "SHIT!" Bardock cussed. He was at Turles' mercy in this position. He knew the pirate could outlast him, they've been in similar positions before. Bardock had always focused on getting off by sucking others off or simply getting fucked. Turles, however, was used to having to go without coming for longer periods during bdsm playing. It had trained him to have a longer endurance than Bardock. Turles mentally thanked Nappa for all those orgasm denial sessions.The commander glared at his clone who clearly realized this, eyes shining with glee over his eminent victory. Without changing their positions, Turles started slowly rubbing his groin against Bardock's. The scarred Saiyan tried to shimmy away but Armando stopped him. "I need you where you were, Bardock. Get closer to Turles." He instructed. "Dusty, de lights." He pointed to the place where the lights should go and his assistant moved the stands accordingly. "Don't take forever this time like ya did with my cub!" Bardock barked to the human. "Just enjoy your defeat, Bardy. You'll get another chance to win later, if you want~" Turles said in a sultry voice as he continued kneading their crotches together. Bardock was starting to embrace his loss as his clone rubbed deliciously against him. All the 'foreplay' had Bardock already pent up and ready to give into pleasure. These strange Earthian pants were unbearably tight right now. The air was thick with sexual tension and lust as the whole pack, minus Broly and Goku, tried their best to not give in and head for the sex area, eager to see this through to the end. It all became too much for Toma when Bardock started letting out soft moans and gasps. He took himself out of his swimming trunks and started stroking his boner. Bardock caught the movement from the corner of his eye and now, head turned towards his mate, had a prime view of Toma masturbating to him. The thought was pretty much arousing, and not helping Bardock with his self control. "Armandooooo!" Bardock whined. "Not yet, Bardock, de lighting is steell not right." The latino man spoke while snapping pictures from every angle, trying to find the right one. "I can't…" "You can't hold on much longer, Bardy? Just let go. Enjoy the feeling. I bet Toma is just staving off his own orgasm to come after you do. You don't want to leave him waiting, do you?" Turles spoke seductively. "Everyone wants to see you come undone because of me. Give the pack what they want." Bardock whimpered as he saw a drop of precum dripping from the tip of Toma's cock to the floor. "It's just a game. It doesn't matter if you lose." Turles continued his onslaught of words. "If that were true -haaaa- ya wouldn't be so smug -ah!" Turles grinned and ground his hips harder into Bardock's, making the scarred Saiyan throw his head back. "Well… I suppose I did get a portion of your sadistic nature, Bardock. You really don't have anyone else to blame but yourself in that case." "Shut up and finish this, fake!" Came Bardock's panting voice. "You know, it says a lot that the only real thing you still have to throw at me, is my origin. Stop forcing yourself to hate me. It's getting old. You know I wasn't the one who wronged you. Frieza was. You just never got the chance to settle the score. None of us did."Before Bardock had a chance to process that message, Turles ground down harder and spoke to the cameraman. "How about we wrap this up? Armando, how are the lights?" "Much better! Now I just need de perfect expression on your faces. Come on, guys, make love to de camera." Armando said in a passionate tone. "Come now, Bardy, we need to look our best. Be a right embarrassment if I looked prettier in the picture than you, right?" Bardock was about to snap back when Turles changed the angle just a fraction, and that was enough to trigger an orgasm from the commander.His body locked up as he was finally allowed to come, uncaring about the sound of the camera shutter, or Turles groaning, or the loud moan implying Toma finally giving in and coming alongside him.
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"You're next, Son!" Bulma shouted way too eagerly. Goku tensed and rushed out of the stall, pants bearly covering his hard on. "I'm- Wha?" "Get oiled up, kiddo. This will be the last fight!" "Okay, but who-" "You'll see." Came her far too sweet voice. Goku huffed but accepted his fate. He stood there a little too long for Bulma's liking and she called him again. "Hang on, Bulma! I need t' wait till it goes down. Otherwise these pants are too tight!" "Just think about Master Roshi, that should do it." Was her 'helpful' advice. Goku groaned in a bad way. "Yep. That did it." He felt himself deflate and all the thoughts, and smells, and sounds coming from the sex stall could not bring him back up. He swore he heard a gagging noise somewhere too, but focused on getting ready now that the 'problem' was shrinking. Over in the corner, Vegeta took a few deep breaths and mentally cursed his wife, looking a bit green around the gills.Goku managed to fasten the kispet at long last, and moved closer to the oil barrel, before he realised he was missing something- His opponent. "So who am I fightin'? 'Geeta?" Said Prince perked up at the prospect of fighting his long time, eternal rival. "Ohh, you're going to love this, Son. You get to fight none other than… Broly." Suddenly, the sounds coming from the stall stopped. The humans went quiet as well from the sheer temperature drop in the room. One could almost hear crickets chirp.Bardock and Toma practically knocked down the screen, rushing out to see if Bulma really meant it. "HEY! Get back in here!" A miffed voice came from inside the stall, and Broly's huge form joined the other two at the entrance. "Really? Me?" He said with hope lacing his tone. Broly had honestly thought that he wasn't going to participate, seeing that he couldn't yet control himself if he got too invested in a fight. His emotions ran raw at times and Broly understood how he could be a danger to everyone around him. Last thing he wanted was to hurt his pack and friends. Bulma smiled at him and ignored the choking noises of the two human males who'd managed to get a glimpse of Broly in 'full mode'. "Ay, dios mio!" Came Armando's strangled voice, before he looked over at Goku in pure admiration. "How do you manage to get… DAT inside you?!" Raditz was big, sure. Maybe even the same length. But Broly- Broly was massive. Bulma laughed as Goku, beet red, sputtered over having this conversation yet AGAIN on this cruise. "It's a Saiyan thing, you saw how much food they can pack! Just go with it." Bulma tried to explain. She then turned back towards the other star of the show. "Indeed, Broly. But you need to pack that-" She gestured towards his dick, "-away first." Hearing this, Armando quickly whipped out his camera and snapped a few pictures of Broly's 'equipment'. He turned towards Jean. "I'll give you de most amazing sex if you let me hang dis over our bed." Jean looked at him and said in full seriousness. "Sugarpie, I fucking love you!" Dusty just rolled her eyes. Honestly, what did people see in dicks? "Here, lemme help ya out." Said Bardock before kneeling down and going to town. A few seconds later and Broly came thanks to Bardock's expertise. Jean leaned in and whispered in Bulma's ear, "do you think this Bardock fellow is open to a little fun with humans again?" "That was a one time thing only, so thanks but no thanks." Came Bardock's voice from where he was kneeling, still licking his lips and savoring his favorite flavor in the universe. Jean was told by Bulma that Saiyans have disgustingly keen hearing, but he didn't know just how keen it was. So he was surprised when Bardock himself answered the question. A particularly annoyed and naked Turles emerged from the stall. He glared at Bulma and then Bardock. "You guys stole my dicking!" "Should've hurried up then. I warned Goku to keep things short. Did you think it didn't count for you?" Said Bulma, uncaring. Turles took several strained breaths, trying to contain himself from doing what Saiyans did best and not blasting the human's head right off her shoulders. He just made nice with Vegeta- Sort of. He didn't want to be again on the Prince's blacklist so soon.Instead, the Saiyan version of a drama queen tossed his head back and made his way to the chairs. Broly, now calm again from his sex high, but nervous about the wrestling match, started getting ready for his turn. He really hoped everything would go well.Adorned in the kispet (and hadn't THAT been a tight maneuver), he stepped over to where his mate waited by the oil barrel. "Turn around." Goku said softly as he dipped his hands in the strong smelling oil. Broly did as told and closed his eyes as he felt Kakarot's smaller, warmer hands on his muscles. He felt like his heart was in his throat. What if it went wrong, what if he lost himself and hurt his mate AGAIN, what if Kakarot finally decided enough was enough and- "Shhhhhh, calm down. I can feel how tense ya are. I can handle ya, ya know this, and I'll get ya out before anythin' happens. Trust me." Broly's eyes opened and he processed his mate's words. His strong mate. Vegeta was strong too. If anything went wrong, the Prince could stop him like he did at the tournament. And if worse came to worst, Kakarot or Vegeta could take him back to Vampa.Hands grabbed his shoulders and slowly turned him around. Broly looked at his mate smiling at him, and couldn't help a smile of his own. Goku gently tipped Broly down and pressed their lips together. "Yer fine, Broly. I trust ya. And I trust myself." Broly wished he had Kakarot's confidence. Still doubting, he just nodded and let his mate oil him more. "This is sweet and all, but we need ACTION, loverboys." Jean told the two Saiyans. "Yeah, yeah." Goku waved off the designer and turned to his mate, "Broly, would ya do me?" Reverently, the tall Saiyan started oiling up his mate and it took everything to keep himself from stretching the weird pants he was wearing. How did Bulma even manage to make pants big enough for him but still as tight as his old purple ones? His purple pants were at least very stretchy. "Hey, focus on me." Goku noticed Broly's mind was elsewhere. "Dun miss any spots." "Sorry. I'm just nervous." Came Broly's soft reply. Goku raised his eyebrow and turned around to let Broly oil his back. "Take it easy, this is just wrestlin'. No ki or anythin'. Ya won't lose control." "Passion, sugar peas! Give me more passion!" Jean was about to pull his hair out. Goku chuckled at the odd human. "Calm down, I know ya wanna see this, but ya dun want Broly stressed. Trust me." Jean was about to say something, when Bulma's hand grabbed his shoulder. She made a back-and-forth-motion over her throat that clearly signaled 'STFU'. He looked back at the pack and all of them nodded, synchronized. Sweat dropping, he let the matter go and signalled Armando to take pictures anyways. Goku leaned into Broly's hands, pressing himself up against him. "See, it's just touchin' the other and rollin' around, eventually. Not that different from sex really. That's all it is." Goku touched Broly's nose with the tip of his tail to help calm him, like he had seen the others do many times. Broly's mind started focusing less on what might happen and instead focused on the feel of Kakarot's smooth oiled skin, warm under his hands, and gradually, he felt his anxiety melt away.Goku could feel the change in their small bond, and when he deemed both of them slick enough, he took Broly by his hands and led them towards the middle of the ring.The Saiyans were tense with anticipation as they saw both opponents get into position. Now everyone waited on Jean's green light. "Dusty. Give us a nice beat." Jean snapped his fingers in the air and looked at Bulma. The music started up again, having been halted during the break, and Bulma winked at Jean. "START THE MATCH!" Jean shouted and Goku and Broly charged towards each other. Both Saiyans grappled with each other, Broly not having much experience in wrestling and Goku knowing a variety of fighting moves to get your opponent down. This meant Goku was the first to succeed in tossing the other. Granted, Broly holding back a bit did help. If this was a match where ki could be used, Goku was sure Broly would have the upper hand. "Come on, Broly. Ya gotta put some effort inta this." Broly growled and got up. He tried using the same move Goku had used, but the clever Saiyan just dodged his hands. Broly semi chased him around the ring but Goku kept dodging and jumping over him to escape, and whenever Broly did get a hold of him, the oil would make it almost impossible to secure the hold. Broly had to use another strategy.
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Broly started taking close notice of how his mate moved, if he timed it right, then…
AHA!
Just as Goku was trying to leap over him again, he managed to grab a hold of the pants, and pull him down.
Before Goku had the chance to escape again, Broly lifted Goku's whole body up, using his grip on the pants leg, and slid the other hand deep inside the backside of Goku's pants. Now dangling from Broly's hand, head down, legs up, and with Broly's large hand stretching the kispet obscenely, Goku was unable to escape. The grip was like steel around his shin and the other hand was going right for- Ohhhh.
Goku gave a loud moan and the camera clicks increased by the thousands.
Broly kneeled down, keeping Goku in this fixed position. Goku tried to grab a hold around Broly's thigh, but the oil on Broly's pants, and the large fingers deep inside him made it hard. Not to mention the oil on his own fingers.
His fingers fumbled to get a grip in vain, as Broly effortlessly kept him suspended in mid air while seemingly trying to press his whole hand inside Goku's body. The blood rushed to his head, sweat and oil ran down his body, and he could feel himself getting wetter and wetter around his mate's now slick(er) fingers.
Goku was not the only one with difficulties, however. Broly felt himself slipping, slowly but surely. The scent of his mate, the chase and feel of him under his fingers, the oiling up, all those things had been small punches to the glass wall that was Broly's self control. Just then Bulma's voice sounded over the music. "Come on, boys, finish this!" The word reminded Broly about how to win. He had to make Kakarot come. He was good at that.
In a daze, he threw Kakarot down on the floor of the ring, kneeled down behind him, and before Goku could escape again, he ripped off the backside of Goku's kispet. Goku realized what was going to happen the same second he felt the cooler air on his newly exposed skin, and Broly's large hands settle on his hips.
He tried to stop it. "Broly, no! Wait-" He felt the heat at his entrance as he saw Broly's eyes; pupils shrunken down and fangs bared. "Arghhhnnnnggg~" Goku's head fell forward as Broly slammed inside him. Broly's large form pressed him down into the messy floor of the ring, and he was left with only being able to tear the fake grass carpet with his fingers. Jean turned to Bulma, "is he allowed to do that, sugarcube? We never said anything about having proper sex." Bulma shrugged, "we never said anything about NOT having sex, and it's too late now. There's not a force in this universe to take Broly away from his prize." "Well then. Armando, dear, are you getting this?" Jean called out to the cameraman. "Not as good as Goku is, but yes. I'm getting every second of dis." Armando commented. "Ah, ah, arrghh! Broly, why- Stop! Not again." Came Goku's panting voice. "Lucky bitch." Turles muttered from the chair he was sitting on. Goku tried in vain to push himself up, but his muscles felt like jelly and Broly's powerful hand firmly grabbing the nape of his neck kept him pushed down against the grass. "Looking good, cub!" Came Bardock's encouraging voice from outside the ring. Goku could only side-glare at his carrier while getting pounded from behind. "Just enjoy it, Kakarot." Vegeta said in a snide manner. Something resembling a question surfaced in Goku's mind. "And before you ask, Kakarot, no, I shall not intervene until he actually becomes dangerous. I can tell you are enjoying this." Goku flushed even harder from shame and excitement. He was now used to having sex in front of the pack, but having sex in front of the humans… It just felt- Dirty. Broly's grip loosened, but only so that he could lean down and drape himself fully over Goku, opting for gripping his neck with his teeth instead. Goku felt his whole body shiver at the pleasant, slightly painful sensation of his mate's teeth on the nape of his neck.
The movement freed up the view from behind and Armando moved behind them to fully make use of this.
Goku could feel the gaze on where he and Broly were joined, and it made his entire body tingle. He felt so, so dirty. "Ooh, you are really enjoying this now, are you not, Kakarot?" Vegeta smugly said. Goku grit his teeth as he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, against his will. His tail frizzed up and swayed next to him, while Broly's was tense in an elegant arch.
Broly's pace increased and Goku's body went limp under him, finally submitting to this happening and his enjoyment of it. "Oh, gods- I'm gonna come!" Goku wailed against the fake grass. Raditz felt a tremor run down his spine towards the tip of his tail, and averted his gaze. Vegeta could feel his bonded mate's pleasure and he pressed his legs together, rubbing them, clearly in need of relief but unwilling to miss the show. The others were also feeling tight in their kispets, watching as Broly dominated his mate. Goku keened loudly, and his unseeing eyes focused on the pack, giving them a prime view of how much this was affecting him.
Broly's large undulating body moved even faster, chasing both their pleasure. With a loud snarl, he fell over the edge, and with the now stronger bite on his mate's neck, he dragged Goku down with him.
Both bodies locked up and they moaned loudly as they slightly shook from pleasure.
Broly's thighs and tail twitched with every spurt of cum he planted inside, just as Goku's inner muscles clenched up from every throb he felt coming from Broly's shaft.
The whole experience was made even more intense from the observers Goku registered in the back of his head and the grunts above him that accompanied every burst of heat inside.
Someone was watching this, seeing him like this.
His whole body tingled again from the knowledge that everyone witnessed how much he belonged to Broly, how filthy he really was, and them seeing him being claimed like this.
His eyes found Vegeta's in the small crowd. He knew that Vegeta knew this for certain now, and the Prince- His mate to be, simply stared back hungrily.
His body started to unwind and he let himself lie there under Broly. The damage was done, and he felt strangely calm, having finally gotten this out in the open; Goku enjoyed being watched.
Broly's body felt heavier as he too came down and started kissing Goku's neck. Goku sighed in pleasure and contentment. His body was so calm it seemed that it had sped up something.
Suddenly, his body spasmed slightly as his cervix released Broly's length still inside him. His eyes grew wide and his mouth opened in surprise. This had been the shortest time he had remained locked with anyone.
With one last kiss to his neck, Broly started removing himself before, with a dual sigh from both, he pulled out completely and stepped to the side. Something nagged in Goku's mind though. Wait- Armando. Was he still-?
Goku turned his head and found Armando still crouched behind them with the camera. Ohh, gods. He'd seen Broly pull out, he-
His breeder clenched down involuntarily from shame and excitement, making semen pour out and drip down his balls and onto the floor. Goku's eyes closed as he felt the cum drip out, with little sign of slowing down. "Goku, don't you dare move!" Came Bulma's voice. Frozen from his realisation, not wanting to cause more cum to dribble out, and from his own mortification, Goku held still.
It was one thing to let go during sex, but now the embarrassment came back full force and Goku started feeling sick to his stomach. "Relax, Kakarot. You shall get there eventually." Vegeta said in a strained voice, before he grabbed Raditz's hand and dragged him towards the stall, the rest of the pack following suit. Goku watched them go and looked over at Broly, who smiled at him, happy over not ruining things and not at all bothered by having had everyone see him having sex on the floor with his mate. Slowly, Goku smiled back. Yeah, this was how Saiyans were.
Rome wasn't built in one day.
One day, he'd get there. With that thought giving him strength, he pushed out the last bit of cum and rose up to kiss Broly. "Armando, if I don't get a copy-" Bulma began. "Ohh, no! You get one of course. Don't worry. We can't use most of dis anyway for de peectures." He said, shrugging. With a smile, he grabbed Jean hard and pulled him towards the door. "See you later, Bulma-dear!" Jean called out. And with that they were gone. "I better get all the equipment packed." Dusty said, and made herself busy with the wrap up. Bulma took a deep breath. The wrestling show was finally over, and they could all move on to the next activity. Shifting in her position a bit at the sounds coming from the sex stall, Bulma cleared her throat and delivered the final commands. "Okay then. Guys, if you can listen for a second, we're done for today. Head back to your room when you're done. Leave the kispets- Or what's left of them here, each one of you guys grab one of the robes we brought for you, take a shower, get all that oil off, and then we can head out for dinner, okay? I'll call the restaurant in advance. Gods know they need a heads up." 'Okays' and 'thank yous' came from the stall. Bulma left towards the exit, but before closing the door behind her, she turned to say one last thing. "And Vegeta, Raditz? You two better sleep in our room tonight, capisce? I need some dick too!" "Will do." "Of course, woman." They replied, slightly out of breath. Bulma turned around and exhaled deeply.
That had been an interesting photo session, that was for sure. Hopefully, they could salvage enough pictures to make a decent portfolio for the pack.
If not… She'd drag them down here again by their tails.
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The pack eventually finished their last sex session in this particular part of the cruise, and following Bulma's instructions, they all put robes on (Broly's robe tore a bit at the seams due to his prodigious biceps), gathered their swimsuits, and headed towards the nest.Goku was walking aimlessly after the pack members, he still couldn't believe that he'd actually done THAT in front of humans, and gotten filmed doing it to boot. Vegeta felt his future mate's anguish and let the others go ahead of him. Without saying a word, the Prince's tail curled around Goku's and held it securely. It helped calm the Earth Saiyan down, but he was still tense. "Relax, Kakarot. Thousands of humans do that everyday. Do not sweat it. I am sure Bulma will ask them not to spread it around, even if only to maintain her models' image." "It ain't so much that it happened, it's more with it bein' filmed- If any of my friends saw it, not just the Z-warriors but also the friends I've made along my travels… Humans dun see it like Saiyans do. And the thought of them- Seein' me like THAT…" "Do you honestly think Bulma would put your sparkling reputation at risk like that?" "No, I don't. But livin' here on Earth, and watchin' the news, ya always see photos and such being, um… 'Leaked' I think it's called." "Hmph. Bulma would never allow that. And she chooses her friends wisely. Her human friends from the photo shoot can be trusted if she trusts them." Vegeta tightened his tail a fraction. "Besides, she can hack into and remove any videos or pictures that might get leaked. So relax, alright?" Suddenly Goku stopped in his tracks, face pale ashen. Vegeta felt the ball of ice in Goku's stomach. "What? Tell me!" "What if… Chichi sees it?!" Vegeta's first instinct was to bend over laughing at that mental image. A snort escaped him before he caught it. "It will serve that harpy right." "DUN LAUGH! If she sees it, she might keep me from Goten!" Vegeta stopped in his tracks. He felt Goku's terror at the mere thought. He had heard stories of partners taking the children away if ever they found a reason to do so, and the justice court on this planet would back her up. Human children, that was. And Kakarot was a Saiyan. "She cannot. Fact is, no one can keep you from him unless you let them. Tell me, Kakarot, if it had been someone else, a human who had done what you did, would you think it fair for them to not see their cubs again?" Goku looked confused. "Well, no. There ain't any harm, so why-" Vegeta interrupted, "and do you think less of those humans who do this for a living?" "No! Never! Why would I?" Vegeta looked him right in the eyes. "Then you should not feel guilty about what you did, nor bad about seeing your cub even if she gets mad." Goku deflated. "But I dun want him seein' Chichi and me angry at each other. That's one of the reasons why we didn't stay together." "Your cubs-" Vegeta took a deep breath, "are not stupid, Kakarot. They will understand. Gohan is on our side, and when Goten is old enough, he will see reason. Also, from a human point of view, you have done far worse with the whole bonding and mating thing. Getting fucked on camera pales in comparison to that." Goku looked at him aghast. "But- But that was natural for us- He chose it. I'd never have-" "I know, Kakarot, but as you said: it is natural. And so is sex. Now stop worrying over this and let us head to the nest and shower. I tire of this sickening smell." Goku sniffed his arm and cringed at the oil still on his skin. The rest of the journey was silent, except for the occasional bickering between Turles and Bardock. They arrived at the doors to the suite, but before Vegeta could reach up and push the doors open, Goku grabbed his hand. "Hey, Vegeta. I just- Thank you. For all this and for bein' so patient with me." He said. The Saiyan Prince stood still for a moment, staring at his long time rival and friend, and future mate. He suddenly blushed and looked away. "Idiot." Goku chuckled at Vegeta's term of endearment and followed in. "DIBS!" Raditz screamed that word he had learned as he entered the room, making a dash for the bathroom, robe promptly discarded and shed to the floor. "Oh, no ya don't!" Bardock yanked Raditz back by the hair. "I have seniority points over all of ya. I'm going in first!" Goku chuckled at the sight of his circle acting like teenagers. Vegeta stepped up. "I am the Prince! My rights trump all of yours!" "Whatever, Prince Tsundere." Came Bardock's snide remark. "Stop calling me that! You do not even know what it means!" Vegeta yelled. "It makes ya angry. That's enough reason for me to use it." Bardock smirked. "Why you-" Vegeta stepped closer to the scarred warrior. Both of them stared the other down. "Girls, girls! How about we do the 'flip a coin' thing?" Turles suggested. "NO!" Bardock and Vegeta shouted. "I think that's a good idea." Toma interjected. "SHUT UP, TOMA." Bardock and the Prince yelled at the pacifist Saiyan. "Umm, guys?" Goku said in a shy voice. "WHAT?" Vegeta and Bardock rounded on him, their attention now directed towards Goku. "I think Raditz beat ya to it." He pointed at the door to the bathroom, the running shower could be heard from inside it. Everyone turned and looked at where Goku was pointing at. Vegeta's hackles rose. "SON OF CATCHER!" "HEY!" Bardock said, offended. "Oh, shut up, you know what I mean!" Was tossed in Bardock's direction before Vegeta stomped over to the bathroom door. "Raditz! You have two more counts before I come in!" "WHAT?! NO! DO YA REALIZE HOW MUCH HAIR I HAVE?!" Came Raditz's panicked voice though the door. Vegeta growled, "less than two counts." Raditz's scream rang against the shower walls and he hurried getting as much of the oil off him as he could. "'Geeta," Goku began, "dontcha think yer bein' too… Unreasonable?" "Do not 'Geeta' me, Kakarot. He cheated!" Was Vegeta's sour response. "Were there ever any rules about-" "That is not the point!" Vegeta's tail lashed out in anger. Goku slowly backed away. His brother was on his own. There was no arguing with Vegeta when he got like this. Personally, Goku knew that Vegeta mentally needed to even out his mean/nice balance from before they entered the suite, so he left him to it, mentally apologizing to his brother. Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms, standing against the bathroom door and calculating how much time Raditz had left. "You stare anymore and that floor spot is going to catch on fire." Came Turles' very unwanted snide commentary. "Shut up, Turles. Are you not late for being chained up somewhere?" "I'm on holiday." Was the cheery response that grated on Vegeta's nerves. The royal was about to reply with an equally snide comment when the door suddenly tore open and Vegeta promptly lost his balance, almost falling flat on his ass. He was about to yell when he lost the ability to speak at the sight of his naked and wet mate. "There! It's free now! Happy?!" Said Raditz before he headed towards the nest, looking like a drowned cat, dripping everywhere. Vegeta shamelessly ogled Raditz's wet and taut muscles as he walked away. "Yes, I am." Vegeta was so focused on Raditz that he didn't notice Bardock making his way into the shower. "If you're not going to shower anyway, Your Highness, then I'll use the bathroom next." Turles said in a far too smug voice from where he was standing next to the nest. "What- NO! I am going in next!" Vegeta turned around only to slam his face into the closed door. "HEY! WHO-?!" Turles bent over laughing from the sight. "How do the humans say it again? You snooze, you lose?" "Sorry, Yer Highness, age before privilege and all that!" Bardock's happy voice came through the door. "HOW- WHEN?!" Vegeta stood gaping at the door for about two seconds before the dots connected. He turned and glared at Turles. "YOOOUUUUU! You distracted me on purpose!" Turles blew Vegeta a kiss. Toma, ever the voice of reason, tried to defuse the situation, "easy, Vegeta, you can go next, okay?" Vegeta ignored him as he launched himself onto the pirate, and they rolled around on the floor, similar to the match shortly before.Toma just shook his head. Too bad Bulma and Armando weren't here to capture it. Goku sighed as he saw the two catfighting. "Broly, could ya help me pull them apart?" Silently, Broly rose up from one of the few chairs that were in the room, walked over where the two Saiyans were catfighting, and picked them both up by the scruff of their robes. He held them both far enough apart that they couldn't reach the other but not from lack of trying. Eventually, they gave up and just hung limp, tails frazzled and equally grouchy expressions on their faces. "I still hate you." Vegeta responded in a huffy tone. "Right back at you, Princess." Goku rolled his eyes and walked over, kissing Broly on the cheek as a 'thank you'. "Now, are ya gonna behave?" He asked the two. Silence. Neither wanted to admit defeat just yet. Toma decided to step up. "You're acting like overgrown cubs, and I should know with my own two." "OI!" Came both Raditz and Goku's voices as they both rounded on Toma. "Tch! Overgrown? Me perhaps but not Vegeta." Turles remarked snidely. Vegeta started powering up. "That's it. Both of ya are on time out!" Goku grabbed two chairs from the small table in the room and placed them on opposite corners of the room. "Seriously, it's like when Gohan had his terrible twos." He muttered under his breath. "Broly, place them down." Broly did as Goku told him. "Now, you two are gonna sit there until yer NOT gonna ruin our room outta spite. I'll stay here with ya, while the rest showers. Congratulations, ya both now get to shower even later." Turles and Vegeta stared at Goku. They had never heard him being so stern before. Turles was the first to take his seat, flipping his head at Vegeta as he did so and swishing his tail angrily under the robe, while Vegeta bared his fangs at the dark Saiyan and looked back at Goku. "You do not expect me to sit in a corner like a scolded cub, do you?!" "I do and ya will." Came Goku's stern, no-argument reply. "Or what, Kakarot?" Asked Vegeta confidently. "Or I'll get Bulma." Was his sharp reply. 'Fuck' was Vegeta's only thought, and he quietly made his way to the designated chair. Turles bit his lip to keep from laughing. Just then, a triumphant and nice smelling Bardock came out of the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him. "What the fuu-" He looked at Vegeta and Turles sitting on two chairs a few meters apart, with his youngest standing watch over them. "The fuck happened? I leave for a few counts and this- Whatever it is- Happens?" "Toma, yer next." Goku said and looked at Vegeta, daring him to say otherwise. Toma smartly followed Goku's orders and entered the bathroom.Raditz, now dressed in 'human' clothing, grabbed his confused center and pulled him away to explain. Half a minute later, Bardock was laughing his head off while he looked at the two pouting Saiyans in time out. "Seriously?! Ya got put in time out like some snot nosed cubs?!" "Fuck off, you old cunt!" Vegeta growled. "Yeah, fuck off, Bardy." "Don't call me that!" Growled Bardock. "Ya know, there's room for one more, baba." Said Goku. The unspoken threat clear as day. Bardock stopped and lifted his hands in surrender, but quietly kept snickering at the two grounded Saiyans. "Seriously though, cub. I'm the parent here." Goku sighed, "then please act like it, and dun make it worse. These two are bad enough." "Fine, fine- But I can still find it funny, right?" "All ya like. Just dun provoke them." Goku replied calmly. "Fine." Bardock shrugged and plopped on the soft mattresses. "Man, anyone up for a blowjob? I need to unwind a bit." "Sorry, baba. These two are in time out, and I'm still oily. Try Raditz." Just then, said Saiyan's stomach gave a mighty roar. "I'm too hungry for that sort of thing." Raditz complained as he rubbed his upset stomach. "Also, I JUST showered. Sorry, 'Dock." "Broly?" Bardock sat up, desperation in his voice. "I'm still oily too." The quiet Saiyan said. Bardock gave an exasperated growl and plopped back down on the bed. "Go drink somethin' instead." Goku suggested and nodded towards the entertainment area. Bardock thought for a moment. A drink sure sounded nice.
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After the others had finally showered, excluding the two adult toddlers, it was finally Goku's turn to clean up. He didn't want to leave Turles and Vegeta alone for too long, but Toma promised he'd keep an eye on them.
Goku entered the bathroom and dropped his robe with a sigh of relief. He really needed a moment to breathe after everything this day had brought. He stepped into the large shower, eager to wash off the smelly oil and get some time to relax his mind.
He started washing his body with the special, fragrance free body wash, scrubbing himself twice to get rid of all the oil clogging his skin, but when he reached for the oil bottle for his hair, he noticed it was empty. So were the others. He was tempted to use the body wash on his hair when, suddenly, Toma's voice came through the door.
"Cub, I forgot to mention, I used the last hair oil for us. I put up a human one I found under the water fountain-
"Sink."
Vegeta interrupted- "-Sink. I hope that's okay."
Goku sighed into the steamy air. This day just kept on hitting.
With limited options, he looked at the shampoo bottle sitting in the corner of the shower. Whoever had gotten this for them had clearly had Broly in mind. It was huge! Very long, at least fifteen inches, lime green, a little slimmer than a soda can, and with a strange curved top.
In other words, it looked like a nice, big cock.
Goku shook his head. Honestly. He was trying NOT to think about sex right now. Not after today.
He grabbed the bottle, squirted some shampoo on his hand (the smell was subtle. It reminded him of cucumbers), and started washing his hair. He would absolutely not think about when Broly had tossed him to the ground, like a savage beast.
He washed his hair with harder movements.
He also wouldn't think about Broly ripping his pants off, and mounting him, hard. Much like back when they had become breeding mates.
Goku's hand slipped from his hair down to his body without him realizing it. Broly fucked like an animal. The young Saiyan gulped as his fingers started playing with his nipples.
His mind started remembering the feel of the plastic grass under his fingers, the warm weight on top of him, the moist breath on his neck, the feel of helplessness as he was claimed right in front of the pack and the humans.
His hand pinched his nipples and one hand slid down soapy abs. His breeder started feeling wetter from the memory. He swore he could feel Broly inside him, prying him open while a human saw and filmed every moment of it, saw Broly's cock slide in and out of him, open, naked, and filthy.
Goku eyed the strange shampoo bottle again. His resolve was slowly slipping. Maybe if he was quiet enough…
"Dammit. Am I really gonna do this?" He whispered as he carefully reached down and grabbed the bottle. He eyed it thoughtfully.
There was no harm in trying, was there?
Goku took a deep breath and parted his legs, bringing the bottle to his entrance. He stopped for a moment, his breeder pulsing with anticipation, and he began pushing the bottle inside.
He had to muffle a whimper that made its way up his throat. It felt very different from a cock, very inflexible and cooler to the touch. He pushed it in more, the water and his own bodily fluids making the plastic bottle slide inside easily. He twisted it a few times to get more slick on it.
When he tried getting the bottle further up inside, the bottle wouldn't give, unlike a dick. Goku thought for a moment. He straightened up and tried again. The bottle still wouldn't give. When he tilted his pelvis inwards, trying to line his channel up with the form of the bottle, it finally slid almost all the way in.
Goku exhaled in relief.
Slowly, he pressed it upwards a bit more until it reached his cervix, feeling the cold, strange texture against his inner walls. Gently, he pulled it out a bit, before pressing it up inside again.
"Ahh~" Goku let out a small moan. It wasn't as good as a dick, but it could work.
He slowly built up a rhythm, his hunger returning as he relived the events of the last match. He imagined it was Broly inside him, and the thought gave him goosebumps. He crouched down, careful not to change the angle of his body. Last thing he wanted was the bottle tearing open inside him. In this new position, the bottle could go in even deeper. Goku tried holding back his moans as he began fucking himself with the green shampoo bottle.
Lost in his fantasy and with the shower still running, he didn't hear the bathroom door slowly open and shut. He also didn't notice the footsteps coming towards him either. Therefore, he was caught completely by surprise when a smug voice suddenly spoke right above him.
"Having fun, Kakarot?"
Goku nearly had a heart attack, and a broken neck from turning his head too fast to see the intruder. "'GEETA?!"
Vegeta got in the shower and crouched behind him with a smug grin on his face, his tail making lazy circles against the hot water spray.
"Are you really that surprised? Have you forgotten that I can feel what you are feeling?"
Goku flushed from embarrassment, feeling like a fool. Despite this, the first thing his brain focused on was: "Ya- Ya were supposed t' be grounded! Toma-"
"I pulled ranks on Toma and he had no choice but to step aside." Vegeta's grin widened. "There was no way I was missing this. Did you not get enough with Broly earlier? He will be sad to hear that."
"No! I- I-it ain't that! I-"
"You were still too unsatisfied from all the pent up lust in your lascivious body. Do not bother to deny it. I feel your feelings. It is no surprise you would want to relive it after getting a taste of it. Especially among humans, correct? Saiyans are one thing, but getting fucked in front of humans? How dirty~"
Goku's body clenched around the bottle involuntarily and the heat in his belly was fanned. "Vegeta… Stop talkin'."
"Very well. I shall stop talking," Vegeta rose up, "after you help me clean."
He circled towards Goku's front and pointed at his hard on, head flushed and small drops of moisture gathering at the tip.
"'Geetaaaa! Yer still covered in oil!" Goku complained.
"Well then, you better hurry. And I shall talk while you get me ready."
Goku visibly gulped. "Ready?"
Vegeta handed him a soft sponge and the unscented Saiyan body wash.
With a sigh of resignation, Goku reluctantly released the bottle inside him, and started lathering up the sponge.
He gently started washing the royal shaft, taking care not to rub too hard and to get all the oil.
"Yes, get it nice and clean for your dirty mouth."
Goku scoffed, but continued cleaning up the oil coating Vegeta's dick.
"You know, Kakarot, you could have been a decent royal cleaner on Vegetasei, not that you would get the job being a third class, but still."
Goku glared up at him, wordlessly continuing his task.
"Of course, another job for the cleaner was to relieve the royal members before the bath. You would have liked it, getting fucked while the other royal members waited for their turn. All of them watching how licentious you were."
Goku's face turned red, and he was able to vividly imagine it. His cock gave a twitch and the Prince took it as a victory.
"And sometimes, in the large communal bathrooms in the palace, you would have been serving not just royals but groups of elites as well."
Vegeta carried on, feeling Kakarot get hotter and hotter while trying to stay focused.
"Would you have liked that, Kakarot? Having all the elites fall to their knees before your mouth? Having all of them fuck you like a toy? Watching you shudder in pleasure in front of them all? You would have been the star of the show. Third class or not, you are dirty and filthy enough to have been allowed to pleasure them."
Goku, unable to help himself, slid one hand down and started moving the bottle again.
In his mind he saw it; a large group of Saiyans in an indoor pool, waching him while Broly fucked him viciously in front of them, exposed, laid bare for their enjoyment.
"That is it, Kakarot. Stretch your pussy with that bottle. It will soon be replaced by the real deal."
"Vegeta, I can't- I need-" Goku was panting at this point.
"Well then, let us hope you are done getting me ready." Vegeta briefly stepped into the stream of the shower, rinsing away the soap and oil mix.
He inspected Goku's handiwork before turning, smirking at the crouching and needy Saiyan.
"Seems like you did a good job. Now start cleaning me properly this time."
He stepped close until his dick was right at Goku's red and panting mouth.
"Now, I said I would stop talking-" Goku looked up at him with hope in his eyes, "-but I really think you shall enjoy this more, if I keep talking."
Goku's mouth hung open in surprise and was filled with cock not even a second later.
The younger Saiyan briefly glared up at Vegeta before he started sucking.
"Mmmm, Kakarot. You are now half as good as Bardock. How about you put a little more effort in it?"
Goku had half a mind to bite Vegeta, but never one to back down, he instead sucked harder and started paying more attention to the spots he knew Vegeta loved to have licked.
"Much better. Use your tongue more. Yesss~" Vegeta started thrusting his hips in time with Goku's movements. "As a reward I shall tell you about another tradition from our home planet."
Goku moaned but kept bobbing his head.
"It was not uncommon for the best elite latchers and lockers to be part of the royal harem of sorts. And whenever there was a banquet, one lucky Saiyan from the harem would be chosen, and the King and then the Princes would all fuck him, right there on the throne in front of the whole crowd.
"Can you imagine it, Kakarot? You would surely have been THE prime locker if Vegetasei still stood, reserved for royal and circle cock exclusively.
"Picture it, you on my cock, spread open in front of our people from the upper class, having them cheer you on and call you a whore for taking cock so well."
Goku clenched so hard it was sheer luck the bottle remained intact. At this point, it would be a reasonable idea to take the bottle out…
"You would have been magnificent, Kakarot. Every elite would have gotten hard from seeing you, they would have been dripping on the floor from sheer need to fuck you. Everyone wishing they could be in my place. But none of them being allowed to put one finger on you." Vegeta growled the last part.
"You are mine! You were mine even before I knew you. And no matter how much any of the elites would have fought for a chance to taste you, them seeing my cock fuck your greedy hole would have been the closest they got to it." Vegeta's hand grabbed Goku's hair possessively.
Goku hummed around Vegeta's cock and slid off, savoring its taste and the pleasured look on the Prince's face.
"You are mine…" Vegeta whispered as Goku stood up.
Both Saiyans regarded each other before their mouths clashed together and they kissed fervently.
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With a possessive growl, Vegeta slammed his mate-to-be up against the tiled wall, cracking a few pieces, still kissing him within an inch of his life.
"Vegeta- Ahh." Goku moaned from the pleasure and the dominance.
The Prince captured Goku's mouth again, swallowing the moans that spilled out. He snaked his leg in between Goku's and put pressure against the bottle still lodged inside his cunt.
"'Geeta!" Goku separated from the kiss to moan the name.
"Tell me how much you want me." The royal rubbed his body against the pinned Saiyan.
"I wantcha, I always have. Even if I didn't know it. Please, Vegeta!" Goku said with a pained face.
"Hmm. Yet it took you so long to come around, Kakarot." Vegeta's hand slid down and grasped the hard on in front of him.
"That's because
-ahh-
I was married and I didn't know
-gods-
I didn't know that males could do that with other males."
"We are not 'males', Kakarot." Vegeta squeezed his hand on the other's cock. "But yes, you were rather untouched and so innocent when I finally got my hands on you. A rare gem among our race for certain. Do you remember, Kakarot? How you whined and panted? How you spilled yourself so easily back then? How I awoke your body in a whole new way?"
"I- I remember-" Goku said in a strained voice as Vegeta pumped his erection in time with the Prince's leg rubbing against his crotch. The bottle was being pushed inside so snuggly.
"I taught you how to suck, I taught you how to fuck, and lastly-" Vegeta smiled wickedly, "-I taught you how to get fucked and you certainly took a shine to that. Did you not?"
Goku closed his eyes from embarrassment and shyness.
"Come now, say it or I shall stop."
"Ya did! Ya taught me all those things and more, 'Geeta. So much more." Goku quickly answered. His hands came up to cup the Prince's face and they kissed again.
When they parted, Vegeta was panting, and barely holding back. "Well, Kakarot, I think it is time I taught you some more about getting fucked. Turn around for me."
Goku obeyed blindly and placed his palms on the cracked tile wall.
"Damn. If only you could see this view. The end of the bottle looks nice against your skin."
Goku's breath hitched as he imagined it; the bottom just sticking out of him, spreading him open for Vegeta to-
Suddenly, the bottle moved and Goku gasped before adding more cracks to the wall. Vegeta had grabbed a hold on the wet bottom of the bottle and started twisting it around inside his mate-to-be.
"Hmmmm~ You like that, do you not?" Not waiting for an answer, he started twisting it while thrusting it upwards. "Come on, speak up."
"I-I- like it, please." Goku stuttered.
"And what are you?" Vegeta carried on.
"Vegeta, please-" Goku tried to plead with him, but to no luck.
"I shall have you say it!"
Goku took a deep breath, memories from long ago resurfaced. "I'm a filthy whore who likes t' be- Be… Watched." Goku finally got out.
"WHOSE filthy whore?"
"Yers, 'Geeta." Goku panted as he closed his eyes.
"That is correct, Kakarot." Vegeta carefully pulled out the bottle, enjoying Goku's needy whines as it inched out and leaned close to Goku's ear, "and do not ever forget that."
"Vegeta, please, I can't take anymore-"
Vegeta finally pulled the bottle out entirely, and dropped it on the floor with a clatter. He grabbed Goku, spun him around, and lifted him up against the wall. The Prince then aligned his shaft with Goku's entrance and slammed inside.
"AHHH~ GODS!" Goku screamed when he finally got Vegeta inside him.
Vegeta started a hard pace, slamming himself up inside his future mate. Both were too pent up to take it slow.
"Is this what you wanted, Kakarot? Is this what you needed from me?"
"YES, 'GEETA! FUCK ME!"
"Look at how far you have come, Kakarot. Begging me to fuck you. Broly and Raditz fucked you like this too, correct? You love it like this, pushed up against the wall like a whore on the street."
Goku closed his eyes again, trying to deny the words coming out of Vegeta's mouth, but they were so true.
"Do you not fucking love it, Kakarot? When I have you writhing on my cock? Your first cock ever? The first one you ever tasted, opened up around, and came on?!" The Prince growled as he pounded harder.
"Y-yes, I love it, 'Geeta! I love bein' fucked like this." Goku's eyes rolled in his head, as he slid up and down the damaged wall, the sharp tile pieces scraping deliciously against his back. He gripped Vegeta's hair while his thighs held onto the royal's surging hips with a crushing force.
"Broly may be bigger and stronger, but I, I know what makes you tick, I know what is hiding in that overly nice and simple mind of yours. All the filthy little ideas and kinks."
Goku squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
"Do not deny it, Kakarot. I know you too well, I am your bonded mate, after all. Our mind is one, and our bodies have been one as well. I have been one with you more than anyone could ever dream of. And as you have changed me, I have changed you. You dug up my heart, I dug out your desire. And now, I shall fulfill it!"
With a roar, Vegeta turned Super Saiyan, mass expanding alongside his energy.
"VEGETAAAAAA!" Goku couldn't hold back any longer and felt his body tense up at those words and sensations, and the feeling of Vegeta's big, electrified cock slamming against the deepest parts of him. Goku's will slipped and so did his base form. He transformed and came with a shout and burst of energy, taking Vegeta along for the ride.
The Prince shouted his completion, burying his face in Goku's chest as he rode out his intense orgasm, grabbing Goku's hips hard enough to leave marks while their tails spasmed and flailed.
They sagged against the wall, Vegeta still holding them upright, breathing heavily.
It took Vegeta all his will to not reach up those few inches and bite Kakarot on his neck, marking him as his breeding mate. He wanted to do things right. Kakarot deserved the best he could offer. Their mating would be one for the books, Vegeta swore to it.
He had waited years for this, he could wait a little longer and do it the true Saiyan way. No royal mate deserved anything less.
As they came down, Vegeta noticed their surroundings. Bulma was going to be so mad at them.
Fuck.
He'd have to fuck her good tonight before telling her about this.
The two Saiyans eventually emerged from the destroyed bathroom.
"It is all yours, pirate." Vegeta hummed, a tone of satisfaction in his voice.
"Is anything still working in there? Or did you break it all?" The pirate asked in a grumpy voice. He'd had to wait for ages for a chance to shower.
Goku chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "The water works. Kinda."
"Kinda?" Turles repeated and strutted towards the room.
"OH, MY GODDESS!" The dark skinned Saiyan cried in a shocked voice as he entered the bathroom.
Goku kept his eyes fixed on the floor, and ignored the snickers of his center.
"Seriously, Kakarot! There's a fucking dent in your shape here on the wall! And… The hair soap bottle is sticky with your slick! The Hell did you do in here?!" Came Turles' voice from the bathroom.
Vegeta just laughed as did Bardock at that last part. Goku simply blushed red and accepted the teasing he'd be facing from all of this.
-
After Turles finally had his shower, rather, had to use the sunken jacuzzi-bathtub to avoid all the mess in the shower, and the pack had chosen their outfits for that night, they made their way downstairs where Bulma, the Z-warriors, and the rest of the gang were patiently waiting for them to go eat.
"Hey, Goku!" Krillin greeted his childhood friend, "I felt you and Vegeta go Super, is everything okay?"
Goku wanted to die. Vegeta just hmphed with a triumphant smirk.
"I told you to leave it alone, Krillin." Eighteen slapped the upside of the short human's head.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, dun worry. Everythin's fine!" Goku tried to act natural while answering.
"Tell that to the cleansing room." Turles said teasingly.
"What? What happened to the bathroom?!" Said Bulma, about to get angry.
Vegeta glared daggers at the pirate before he focused on Bulma. "The important thing is Kakarot and I are on good terms and material things can be fixed."
"...You broke it. Didn't you!" Came her angy deadpan answer.
"I'm so, so sorry, Bulma! 'Geeta and I got…" Goku looked at his friends and then lowered his head, "carried away."
"There's a fucking dent in the wall. Kakarot shaped and everything!" Turles piped up, a sucker for drama as always.
"Oi! TMI!" Said Yamcha.
Bulma crossed her arms and tapped her expensive Gucci shoes on the floor. "Well, given what's coming up next, I can't be too angry at you lot. You were all going to suffer anyways. So make this next journey a hot, spicy punishment!" Bulma finished, looking quite smug with herself. "And you'll be glad to know that Armando did manage to put together a decent amount of pictures, despite all the unprofessionalism we had."
She glared half heartedly at the pack, making them feel a tad guilty (sans Vegeta). They all knew they hadn't exactly been the best models.
"Unprofessional- What? Tien asked.
"Never you mind, Tien." Bulma leaned in and whispered, "I'll show you later if you promise to keep it to yourself."
Thanks to Goku's hearing, he caught the last part. "HEY! NO!" He exclaimed.
Everyone looked at him.
"I-I mean…" Goku stammered.
"Dad? What is she talking about?"
"Gohan, dun ask. I still ain't done processin' it myself." Goku said tiredly.
"We had a wrestling match." Broly innocently provided the information.
Gohan pushed his glasses up his nose. "Ohh, is that a euphemism, or…?"
"No. We actually wrestled." Said Vegeta.
"And other thi-" Goku snapped a hand to cover Turles' indiscreet mouth.
"Turles, for once, can ya shut up?!"
In a fit of leftover childishness for having been punished like a misbehaved cub, Turles licked Goku's hand.
Goku simply looked at him. "Turles, I have cubs. Yer gonna have t' do worse. I've had far more disgustin' things on my hand."
Turles pouted but remembered something. Right then. He flicked his tongue over and over against the palm of Goku's hand.
With a laugh that sounded like a small squeak, Goku quickly pulled his hand away.
"Too bad you're ticklish, Kakarot~"
Goku made a face. "Behave, or more time out for ya." Was all he said.
Turles smirked. "Or you could just spank-"
"Can we get a move on?" Yamcha complained. "I'm actually hungry."
Bardock stepped up, "for once, I actually agree with the human. We. Need. Sustenance." He ushered the pack towards the restaurants. "Which one are we going to, Bulma?" He asked the scientist.
"Oh! To your right. They have something special cooking for tonight. Vegeta has tried it, and I'm sure Goku has tried it before, but I want to see the rest of you Saiyans reacting to it."
Bardock rolled his eyes at the crazy mastermind of their afflictions and followed Bulma's directions, the rest of the group followed closely behind.
"So, dad. What did you guys get up to that's so mysterious?" Gohan asked Goku in a low voice so the others couldn't hear.
"Gohan, yer curiosity was a blessin' when ya were a cub, but now? Please, just let it be?" Goku begged his oldest cub.
"Oh? That bad, huh?"
Goku felt like crying.
"I can tell you, just give your source a break." Said Toma, suddenly appearing next to them.
"Oh, thank you." Gohan let himself be pulled away from the rest of the group. They found an empty bench right outside the restaurant and settled there.
Goku was torn. He wanted to stay and see Gohan's reactions, but he also wanted to avoid seeing them. At that moment, his stomach decided for him, and rumbled loudly. The Earth Saiyan sighed and decided to 'follow his gut' and left Toma with his grandcub. In the end, the result would be the same even if he was not there to witness it.
He headed in the direction the pack and his friends had gone and looked at the special the restaurant had posted on a fancy sign board.
Ohhh, so that's what Bulma had meant.
This would be interesting.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Mexican food!"
"The Hell do ya mean by that?" Bardock asked Bulma, as she sat at the head of the table.
"What's- Mekish- Meks…" Cheelai tried to pronounce the word.
"That's what this type of food is called! It comes from a country called Mexico. I had the ingredients imported and hired authentic chefs FROM Mexico who know how to prepare the best traditional mexican food." Bulma said in a haughty tone.
"So what's so special about this food?" Raditz asked.
"Ohhh, you'll see in a bit. I took the liberty of ordering for you all." Bulma giggled. "I hope you don't mind~" She clapped twice and waiters came to their long table, bringing trays piled sky high with delicious smelling food.
The Saiyans all sniffed the air as the trays were placed along the center of the table. There were a few smells they couldn't quite place and others they were a bit more familiar with.
"Oh, boy! It's been a while since I've had mexican!" Videl exclaimed as she recognized a few of the dishes.
Being the daughter of a famous person had its advantages (and disadvantages). She was well read in all sorts of cultures, had experienced them first hand, and had tried many different foods from around the world.
"I've never had mexican food." Krillin commented as he started serving himself from a dish that had a strange colored rice.
"What is this goop?" Eighteen made a face as she dipped a spoon in a green, very thick paste.
Raditz picked at a basket next to him full of triangular, flat flakes of some sort.
Bulma grabbed a tortilla chip and dipped it in a red sauce. "Here, Raditz. You do it like this."
The Saiyan took a chip and dipped it in the creamy red sauce and brought it to his nose. It stung his nostrils. "I'm not sure I wanna eat this…"
"Oh, come oooon! Try it." Bulma pressed on. "You're supposed to try new things, right?" She winked at her husband.
Raditz squinted at her and plopped the chip in his mouth.
The reaction was instantaneous. As soon as the pepper oil hit his tongue, Raditz started hyperventilating and shaking his hands in shock. He quickly chewed his bite and swallowed, the strange sensation kept going down his throat.
"OH, MY GODS! MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE!" Raditz wailed.
"It can't be that bad." Bardock took a triangular chip and dipped it in the red sauce before eating it. "Oh, FUCK! What IS this?! It's even worse than that green stuff- Wa… Wasa…"
"Wasabi?" Bulma helped out. "Yeah, this sauce is waaaay stronger than wasabi. Besides, I did tell you to use a little bit of wasabi in your soy sauce when mixing it, and to only dip one side of the sushi in it." She explained. "This here-" She took a bite of the tortilla chip in her hand and scrunched her face, "-is a full blast of what we call 'spicy'."
Vegeta harrumphed at his Saiyan mate and Bardock as he dipped a chip in the sauce and ate it with no trouble. Goku did the same.
"Hey," Turles began, "how come you two aren't affected?"
"I have built up an immunity from it. This is not the first time I have tried this food." Vegeta said, grabbing another chip.
Goku shrugged. "Chichi cooks spicy meals all the time. Ya get used t' it."
Turles pondered before grabbing a spoon and taking a sip of the red, hot sauce full on.
"Turles!" Goku tried stopping the pirate, but it was too late.
Turles stopped dead in his tracks as the spicy flavor invaded his mouth. In all of his adventures around the universe, he had NEVER tasted anything quite like this. No, this was a dimension from Hell that came from this planet alone.
"I'm fine-" He wheezed, tears running down his cheeks.
Bulma shook her head at the pirate and turned to Raditz. "Try the other stuff too!" She took his plate and filled it up with spoonfuls of different foods the Saiyans from Vegetasei had never seen.
"I'll show you how to make a burrito. They are sooo gooood~" Without prompting, she helped Raditz with his dish.
On the other side of the table, Goku was happily eating and catching up with his friends when he saw Toma come in with a pale looking Gohan trailing behind him.
"We're back!" Toma said cheerfully as he took a seat next to his mate.
Bardock kissed his mate and gave him a salsa covered chip for Toma to try. "Ya need to try this crazy human food."
Toma accepted it and also felt the burning sensation in his mouth and down his throat once he swallowed it. He grabbed a glass of water instinctively and downed it.
"If you want to get rid of the spice in your mouth you need to eat or drink some protein." Bulma suggested.
Toma looked for a dish that had meat on it and served himself a Saiyan-sized portion. He ate a forkful of meat and scrunched his face as he chewed. "This is burning too!"
"Yeah, try this meat." Bulma pointed to a dish with chicken fajitas.
While everyone ate their meals, Goku gathered the courage to talk to his Earthian friends. What he planned on saying could either go very right, or very wrong.
"Listen, guys," Goku began, "I know this ain't been easy for ya, the whole- Saiyan and sex thing. So I wanna thank ya'll for puttin' up with it."
"Oh, our pleasure." Eighteen remarked immediately.
Krillin just rolled his eyes.
"It's been a bit daunting, I'll give you that." Oolong stated between bites. "But it's part of who you are. I mean- Look at me! I'm a shapeshifter who looks like a pig!"
"And a pervert." Cheelai added.
"-I have my own things that make me
me."
Oolong finished and drank from his water glass.
"I've been meaning to ask for a long time now, didn't you go to school for that shapeshifter thing? How does that work by the way?" Asked Krillin.
"Nevermind that, the point is you guys were still willing to be friends with me. The very least I can do is return the favor, even if I don't get why someone would prefer the male form." Oolong drew a female shape with his hands in the air. "Females are much more attractive."
Tien added, "I have three eyes. I come from a tribe whose ancestors were aliens themselves."
"I was a desert bandit when Bulma and you met me. Still human, but I guess we all have our things." Yamcha added.
"Namekian here." Piccolo said, sipping water; the only thing he was interested in consuming.
"You all have been very accepting of your qualities and defects, and have come out stronger in the end. Not to mention, you have the greatest friendship I've ever seen." Master Roshi finally intervened.
"Yeah, and I'm half machine AND tried to kill Goku for sport, yet here I am." Said Eighteen.
"Wait, ya tried to kill my brother?" Raditz asked, having heard that bit of information concerning Kakarot.
"Oh, don't you go judging me! I know what happened when you guys first met." Snapped Eighteen.
Raditz wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Actually… Now that I think about it, a LOT of Goku's friends have tried to kill him early on." Eighteen said, deep in thought. "I mean, me, Piccolo-"
"Really? The Namekian?" Raditz blurted out.
"Oh, yes. He had a whole vendetta going on. He had the largest hate-boner for Goku until Vegeta showed up and took over in that area." Krillin supplied.
"Now someone has a different kind of boner." Eighteen said with a wink at Goku.
Goku laughed at that and grabbed the back of his head.
"So me, Piccolo, Vegeta, Tien Shinhan from what I understand," Eighteen carried on.
Raditz gaped at both Tien and Goku.
"Why have so many wanted to kill ya? And why did
you
try?" The last part was aimed at Tien.
Tien shrugged. "It was really more of an issue of him killing the brother of my former sensei. Turned out later he had survived, but we thought he'd died. And also to measure myself."
"Okay…" Raditz was very confused.
"Anyway, me, Piccolo, Prince Tsundere, Tien, and Bulma. That's a decent amount." Eighteen finished off.
Raditz turned towards Bulma, jaw hanging open. "Ya tried to kill him too?"
Bulma took a sip of her drink. "In my defence, it was… Well, self defence. He'd never seen a car before so he freaked out and attacked it with me inside it. Honestly, it was just a few bullets."
"Bullets?!" Raditz semi yelled.
"Calm down, idiot. The bullets here cannot harm Saiyans." Vegeta said.
Bulma nodded. "Yes, now shush. It was only a few bullets, and they bounced right off his head anyway."
"Ya shot him in the head?!"
"Which part of me trying to kill him did you miss?" Bulma said in an annoyed voice. "It's kind of funny actually, because Vegeta and I actually bonded a bit over the whole 'both of us tried to kill Goku' thing, and now you can bond with us too like that. You also tried to kill him."
Here, Raditz just downed a drink and started on another bottle afterwards. He never had any intention of killing his baby brother. It had been all an act to impress him!
"Anyway, I need to go freshen up a bit, behave." Was all Bulma said as she rose up and headed towards the bathroom.
"She would make one Hell of a Saiyan. Kakarot was still a cub back when she aimed for his head. That is cold blooded right there." Vegeta said quietly once she was out of earshot.
Bardock's eyebrows almost hit his bandana. Bulma would certainly be one Hell of a Saiyan.
Vegeta noticed the reaction and smirked.
"What? You thought she was harmless? She did not know Kakarot would survive after that. Looks and kinkiness, and not being a match in physical strength aside, I would never have mated her if I could not respect her viciousness."
The group continued eating, the Saiyans, sans Goku and Vegeta, tried to stomach the spicy food. It was honestly a bit humiliating to have the humans eat the food calmly as you please, while they felt like someone had shoved a flame thrower down their throats.
Bulma eventually returned to the table. "Earlier today, I came up with a swell idea for tonight-"
"Gods help us." Vegeta rubbed his face. "And no, no sex in the bathroom, woman."
"Are you still upset over that time in the mall when-"
"I thought we agreed to not talk about that!" Vegeta interrupted her.
"You might've decreed it, but I never said I'd actually do it." Bulma smirked. "Anyways, my idea was; we should have a spicy tolerance competition!"
The group turned to look at her with incredulous expressions on their faces.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"See, there are many, many types of peppers, each of them have a different degree of spiciness." Bulma explained, "we humans call it the Scoville scale, the thing you need to know is where you are right now, and how far up you guys can go before you give in. I'll have the staff bring in the spiciest peppers they have in stock, some milk, and we can measure the participants' tolerance!"
Vegeta was outraged. "Woman, you are insane. This is the most ridiculous-"
"I'm in." Turles said as he looked pointedly at Bardock.
Bardock sneered at his clone, and not one to back down from a challenge, he accepted to participate. "If Turles can do it so can I."
"Love, are you sure you want to do this?" Toma asked worriedly.
"What's the worst that can happen." Bardock shrugged.
Little did Bardock know what 'him poking fate' would result in later that evening.
"I can handle my spice pretty well." Krillin said, puffing out his chest. "Count me in."
Before the other Earth dwellers could announce their participation, Bulma raised a hand. "Sorry, guys. It wouldn't be fair for our newbies here, so we'll have separate competitions. First the Saiyans take a turn, then the Earthlings. Okay?"
There were a few head nods.
"You guys find out who's competing. Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, since you're also already familiar with spicy food, it wouldn't be fair for you to compete with the other Saiyans, so you can compete with the Earthlings."
Vegeta huffed.
Goku was disappointed he didn't get to compete with his circle but accepted Bulma's terms.
Broly made a face as he took another bite of the strange, painful food. Hunger overthrew the fact that this food was almost inedible. He politely shook his head, deciding to sit this one out.
"Ohh, Broly, honey. Be careful with that. Here," Bulma passed him a bowl of sour cream. "Mix this sour cream in- NO, Bardock not THAT kind of cream- With the food. It'll help take the edge off."
Bardock, had been about to open his mouth to comment, but just shut it again and sulked. Honestly, Bulma hadn't even looked in his direction.
Turles snickered and Vegeta hid a smile behind a gloved hand.
Broly followed her advice, and indeed, the pain lessened to the point where he could actually enjoy the many flavors, mainly the sour cream, without burning his mouth.
"I'm competing too!" Yamcha said. "There's no spice that can beat me."
Oolong rolled his eyes. "Competing against Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta in a food challenge? Count me out."
Tien raised his hand. "I'll compete."
"Nope. I'm not doing it." Raditz shook his head, staring at a random spot on the table. He had a hard enough time eating the regular food, not to mention these pepper things Bulma was talking about.
"I'm with my cub here, I've had plenty for my first time trying this stuff." Toma said.
"I better not." Lemo tapped his mouth with a napkin. "This food is spicy enough for me."
"I don't think I could manage anymore than absolutely necessary either." Cheelai said, picking at her tamale.
"Oh, come on, girls. We need to show these guys we are just as hardcore!" Eighteen said.
"Easy for you to say. You properly DO have a stomach of steel." Said Videl casually.
"Videl, you in?" Gohan asked his wife.
"I can't really handle food that is too spicy, sorry. But I'll be rooting for you." The young human smiled.
"Then I'll compete for the both of us." Gohan said.
Piccolo shook his head at his past apprentice. Such a ridiculous notion. Bulma had the most outrageous ideas ever.
"Ohh, come on, Piccolo. We could mix hot sauce in some water for ya." Goku began.
Piccolo sputtered for a few seconds before shouting, "NO WAY!"
Goku pouted but backed down. It wasn't that he was being mean, he just felt that Piccolo didn't have much fun on the cruise.
"I'm fine with just watching you suckers make fools out of yourselves." The Namekian added when he saw Goku's dejected expression.
"At least people wanna watch us eat, unlike with you." Goku retorted.
Vegeta couldn't help himself. "And Kakarot does like to be watched, you know."
Goku choked on his spit. "'GEETA!"
The pack snickered and Bulma smiled wickedly.
"NO, I don't want to know what he's talking about." Said Piccolo when Goku was about to open his mouth and try and explain himself, likely very poorly.
Goku decided to take the small mercy and pointedly looked away from his old friend.
Bulma had stopped smirking and rose up. "Okay, so everyone has chosen now?"
Roshi piped up from the other side of the table, it was hard to see with all the buff Saiyans at the table. "I need to watch out for my bowels. This food is spicy enough for me without the added peppers."
Bulma shivered. "Urggh, thanks for that image. Anyway, if that's everyone, I'll let the chefs know we're ready to start." She flagged a waiter and sent him off with the order for the kitchen.
"NOW, rules! We get one large plate of peppers each round. First: everyone must eat one of the peppers whole, seeds and everything. Failing to do so means you're out, simple as that. Each round, the level of spiciness will go up as they bring stronger and stronger peppers. Second: no liquids allowed while you're in the running. When you can't take it anymore, you can tap out and get a drink, and get disqualified. Simple enough, right?
And third: in the last round, who ever lasts the longest without drinking water, or milk, or anything else, wins!"
"And what, pray tell, will be our prize?" Vegeta retorted.
"Humans, and other Earthlings, winner gets a million Zeni-" Eighteen's eyes opened wide, "-Same as with the Saiyan winner. God knows you need to learn how to handle money." Bulma finished.
"How much is that? I don't know jack about Earth money." Bardock commented.
"That can buy ya all the chocolate and sweet rocks ya can imagine." Goku said with a dreamy expression.
"Forget that, with one million Zeni you could start your own chocolate business!" Krillin joked.
The Saiyan's eyes sparkled at that information.
"Of course, to keep it running, you'd have to actually sell the chocolate." Krillin finished off.
The Saiyans glowered.
"Hey, how come ya never just bought a chocolate store yerself, Bulma?" Asked Goku.
"Because I'm a human who was mated to a
Saiyan
. I like being able to walk, thank you very much.'' Was all Bulma said.
And it kind of said it all.
All too soon, the group had finished eating their meals and the plate of the least spiciest peppers was brought along with several pitchers of milk, and placed on the cleared out table.
"Alright, you two!" Bulma spoke out. "This is your last chance to get a drink of water before we start."
"Hmph! I don't need any water." Bardock crossed his arms and smirked.
Turles gave him a look and turned to Bulma, "water is for weaklings."
"Your funeral." Bulma shrugged. "Ready? EAT THE PEPPERS!"
Turles and Bardock grabbed one pepper from the plate and plopped it in their mouths. They chewed for a bit and that's when it hit them. Turles closed his eyes and slammed his fist on the table, careful to not break it.
Bardock crossed his trembling arms and stared at the far wall. He finished chewing the cursed thing and opened his mouth. "All gone."
Turles gulped down his pepper and opened his eyes. "That wasn't so hard." He said in a shaky voice.
Bulma smirked devilishly at the two Saiyans. "Alright, pass the plate to the Earthlings!"
Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Eighteen, Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien all grabbed peppers from the plate. Goku flicked his pepper in the air and caught it in his mouth, chewing on it happily.
Vegeta elegantly placed the pepper in his mouth and chewed on it. It wasn't as bad as other peppers he had tried before.
"This is just a regular habanero though?" Goku asked no one.
"It's actually an orange habanero." Yamcha said.
Eighteen scoffed. "Give me something really spicy."
The others finished eating the habaneros without any problem. Bardock and Turles just gaped at them.
"Next dish!" Bulma clapped her hands and the plate was replaced by the next pepper; the scotch bonnet.
"Woman, these are not from Mexico. They are from the Caribbean." The Prince remarked.
"I had them imported for making special spice mixes, okay? Stop nitpicking. And since when do you know about Earth flora when it comes to spices?"
Vegeta would never admit that watching nature documentaries helped put Bulla to sleep, so he just scoffed. "Internet."
"Fine, whatever, let's move on." Said Bulma, letting the matter drop. For now. Honestly her royal husband didn't even know the word 'tsundere', no way he'd learned that spice info online.
Turles and Bardock took a pepper each and plucked them in their mouths, and OH, BOY. These were a hundred times spicier than the last one.
"Oh. My. Goddess." Bardock whimpered. Hypothetical smoke columns were coming out of his ears.
Turles had tears running down his face again.
"You guys can tap out anytime you want~" Bulma reminded them sweetly.
Bardock looked at Turles through glassy eyes and the pirate looked back. They swallowed.
Turles eyed the cold glass of water sitting there, mocking him, daring him to take a sip. "I-I'm good." He wheezed.
"Very well. Earthlings? Your turn!"
They all grabbed a pepper and ate it.
"WOOOOO! This one's strong!" Goku chuckled.
"Hmmm, this one actually has a bit of a kick for a change." Said Eighteen.
Goku just looked at her surprised. "Wow, Eighteen. Yer really good at this!"
Tien was shaking from the intensity of this pepper. The first one had had 4,000 SHUs. THIS one clocked in at 350,000 SHUs!
"I'm out." He gritted out as he poured himself a glass of milk from one of the pitchers that had been ordered specifically for this event.
"And we have our first disqualified contestant!" Bulma announced.
Tien ignored her, he ignored everything but the pitcher of
'ohh, so wonderful'
cold milk.
Yamcha was having trouble with this one, but stopped himself from getting a glass of milk.
"Next up!" Bulma signalled the waiter to place the next plate of peppers; the red savina habanero, coming up at 500,000 SHUs.
Bardock shakily took the small fruit and brought it to his nose. The smell alone hurt his nostrils. Turles took a deep breath and quickly grabbed the pepper, eating it, and promptly yelping. Bardock watched as his clone flushed and started sweating. He slowly put the pepper in his mouth and bit into it. The sensation that invaded his mouth could only be described as molten rock. He started sweating too. In the end, it was Turles who almost knocked over the pitcher of milk and drank directly from it.
"I WIN!" Bardock stood up and shouted in a broken voice, grabbing the attention of other people in the restaurant.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Congratulations, Bardock. Now it's the Earthlings' turn. So go cool down." Bulma winked.
Bardock didn't need any more prompting. "Milk ain't gonna do shit, I need cum!" Was Bardock's explanation. No sooner Bardock had said that, he bent down and unzipped Toma's pants, immediately gulping down his dick.
"H-hey, love~ Not in front of the humans!" Toma whispered.
Bardock looked around. The humans were all too busy to notice them. "Nobody can see us from here, and I need cum NOW!" He angrily whispered back as he got under the table.
The scarred Saiyan got in a comfortable position between Toma's legs and continued sucking him.
Bulma rolled her eyes. She knew trying to stop them would only make people take notice of it. She simply turned her attention back to the Earthling contestants.
Toma closed his eyes and hummed, enjoying the best mouth on their planet, probably the universe. After a few seconds, however, Toma began feeling a stinging sensation on his dick. He didn't think much of it until the stinging got stronger. Toma gulped and nudged Bardock's shoulder to get his attention, but Bardock was too desperate to let go of his cock.
Back at the contest, Goku and Vegeta looked at each other. One look was enough to settle it, neither would back out. Both reached out and grabbed a pepper with the air of someone on death row. With a deep breath, they both ate it.
Goku managed to chew twice before he slammed his hand on the table signaling his surrender and dived for the milk. Vegeta's tail puffed out and he grabbed the table cloth tightly, but he stood his ground. Saiyan pride demanded nothing less. He chewed like it was made of rubber rather than a fruit. He swallowed with great difficulty. Eighteen simply picked hers up and ate it with only a little grimace.
Vegeta glared at her, mouth too sore to reply.
"Okay, we're in the final stage now. Brace yourselves for the California reaper!"
With a flourish, the last plate was set on the table. The waiter bowed his respects for the poor souls that were about to eat it. This pepper had an SHU of 2.2 million, the hottest pepper in the world.
"Ooooh, no. I've heard of this one. I forfeit." Krillin said and headed towards the milk pitcher.
Gohan took a bit of it and slapped a hand on his mouth. He went for the pitcher of milk as well. "Nope! No! How the Hell is that a real thing?!" He said after taking a deep gulp.
"Oh, how bad can it be." Yamcha took the pepper and bit into it. "HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK!" He grabbed a glass of milk and downed it. "This thing was grown in Satan's asscrack!" He gurgled the milk, uncaring about proper decor when it felt like Satan, himself, had taken a piss on his tongue.
Oolong fell off his chair, laughing.
Vegeta actually looked a bit nervous now.
"You ready, Prince Tsundere?" Came Eighteen's mocking voice.
Vegeta simply glared at her and took the harmless looking pepper. He placed it on his tongue and began chewing. After a few chews, he felt like he'd licked the sun. Eighteen casually flicked the pepper in her mouth and ate it as well.
They both swallowed.
Everyone else, sans Bardock and Toma watched in anticipation.
Goku was looking between Vegeta and Eighteen, cradling his milk pitcher, taking sips every two seconds.
Eighteen's face scrunched up, and she was clearly feeling the burn this time. She started breathing through her mouth. "Okay, this one, this one hits."
Vegeta meanwhile was sweating like a sinner in church. His eyes burned, his mouth burned, his entire being burned. He swore he could feel the fucking thing slide down his esophagus and pool in his stomach. His guts protested and it felt like something was swirling inside him, eating up his flesh. He felt like his asshole was sweating. In fact, every orifice felt like it was sweating. He started hiccuping and felt the burn travel up again. He glared the best he could at the android before admitting that he'd hit his limit.
His pride went to the ninth layer of Hell that the pepper had clearly come from, and thus, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, snatched the pitcher Goku was holding and gulped it down.
"HA!" The android coughed and grabbed some milk Krillin poured for her. "One million Zeni, here I come!" She managed to wheeze out.
"And congratulations, Eighteen, for eating the world's hottest pepper and winning the contest!" Bulma and the rest clapped for her.
Meanwhile, under the table. Bardock was close to getting a mouth full of cum, when…
"'Dock? I- I can't believe I'm saying this, but- I need you to stop for a bit? My dick stings." Toma whispered, the burning sensation was nearing 'unbearable'.
Bardock ignored him and continued sucking Toma off.
Suddenly, the tanned Saiyan jumped up, bumping into the table, and shouted, "FUCK, MY DICK!"
The restaurant became silent, only the soft ambient music could be heard.
Videl covered her eyes as Eighteen's eyebrows shot up.
"Hey!" Krillin nudged her, making the android turn away and shrug at him in a 'what?' manner.
Yamcha was red as a tomato, seeing Toma's dick again, and having memories rush to his head. Last time he had seen that wonderful cock was at the nude pool party and he had been drunk, again. Now he could fully appreciate it in all its glory.
Gohan hid his face, he hated that everyone was now looking at them.
Lemo just shook his head, but kept side glancing at Toma, while Master Roshi just observed.
"Toma!" Bulma shouted at the older Saiyan. "Put that away! You're in public!"
Toma couldn't care less if the whole planet was crammed into the restaurant at the moment.
His dick literally felt like it was on fire and the feeling was getting worse. Without a second thought, Toma reached for a glass of ice water and splashed his crotch with it. The icy water helped cool down his raging hot shaft, but the fire sensation returned as soon as the water warmed up.
He grabbed another glass and stuck his, now soft, dick inside. It seemed to help but now the intense cold was seeping through his skin. He pulled out only for the fire to return.
"WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING?!" Toma shouted.
Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose. "The spice is oil based. Water won't do anything."
Here, Bardock crawled out from under the table. "What's going on?" He asked. NO one had ever pulled out of his mouth before he was done.
"My dick-" Toma cried, "it feels like it's on fire!"
"This spicy stuff should be banned!" Raditz exclaimed.
"Toma, sit down!" Bulma shouted at the Saiyan.
Against all his desire to cuss their provider out, he sat down and kept whimpering. Bardock took his seat as well, not too keen on angering their source of comforts.
"Ya okay, Toma?" Goku asked his 'father'.
"Not really? I'm going to need some sort of ointment to get rid of the sting. This has never happened before."
"I can't believe they were doing that in the middle of a public restaurant!" Yamcha complained.
"Unlike in a closet in a restaurant- Now THAT'S classy, right?" Came Eighteen's cutting remark.
Yamcha sputtered.
"I need a healer." Toma grimaced.
"We'll go to the clinic to get some burn ointment for you." Bulma said.
-
After the pepper fiasco, receiving their prize money, and getting cream for Toma's dick, the group said goodnight and parted ways. Bulma left with Vegeta and Raditz to their honeymoon suite, the other Earthlings left to their respective rooms, and the pack headed for theirs.
"My nipples feel like they're about to spit fire." Turles commented, still feeling the burn of the peppers in his mouth, throat, stomach, and everywhere else.
"I think I lost hearing in my right ear." Goku whined.
Bardock said in a flat voice, "I think I lost hearing all over my body."
Broly let out a deep breath. He was so glad he had decided to not participate in that contest. He just wasn't built to tolerate spicy food.
As Goku opened the doors with his key card, Turles made a dash for the bathroom. Bardock leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door and waited for his clone to come out.
Toma began undressing while he waited for his turn to use the strange contraption in the cleaning room. Usually, ninety percent of the food Saiyans ate would transform into energy and feed their ki, but Toma was certain this new spicy food would fall into that small ten percent group.
"Hey, Broly. How are ya holdin' up?" Goku asked his mate.
"I'm fine." Broly smiled. He had avoided eating the really spicy dishes and opted for refilling his plate with mildly spicy rice, fajitas, and that sour cream Bulma suggested.
"It wasn't too bad, was it? I like spicy food- Just not those extremely spicy peppers." Goku chuckled.
He then thought of an idea. Spending time with the pack was fun and all, but it had been a while since he had a one-on-one with just Broly.
"Ya sleepy?" He asked the large warrior.
Broly shook his head.
Goku leaned in and whispered, "ya think we can sneak away for a bit? Maybe continue those swimming lessons?"
Broly's eyes shone with joy and he quickly nodded his agreement.
Turles came out of the bathroom holding his stomach and looking like he just came back from a battle with the Icejins.
Bardock gave him a look. "That bad, huh."
"My asshole is on fire." The pirate wheezed.
The scarred Saiyan mentally prepared himself and closed the bathroom door behind him.
Turles took off his clothes, leaving them scattered on the floor and fell on the nest, giving a sigh of relief.
"I have some of that ointment-" Toma began.
"Give it!" Turles sat up quickly and regretted his action.
"Turn around, I'll help you out." Toma smiled.
While Toma helped Turles with the ointment, Goku grabbed Broly's hand and led them out of the room.
"OH, MY FUCKING GODS!" Bardock screamed from inside the bathroom.
Goku covered his mouth to muffle his laughter and closed the doors to their suite.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"We forgot our swimsuits." Broly pointed out as Goku opened the door to the pool with his key card.
Bulma had given the Saiyans a master key card so they could be free to roam around the cruise and use its amenities at any given time, as Saiyans had a different circadian rhythm than humans did. Goku was eternally grateful for all the commodities Bulma gave them.
"I know." Goku simply said and began taking his clothes off slowly, giving Broly a small private show.
At Broly's concerned look, Goku added, "dun worry, I can sense if anyone comes close t' this area, so relax." He removed his hawaiian shirt that he'd once again dorned, and toed off his flip flops.
Broly let the matter go and started disrobing too, with one eye on his mate's rapidly exposing form.
The only light sources where the little mood light strips on the floor near the wall, and the lights on the bottom of the pool. The water cast a wavy light pattern on Goku's now nude body and Broly was mesmerised. He absentmindedly removed his last piece of clothing and both looked at the other.
Goku smiled at the attention his mate was giving him. He walked over the edge of the pool and paused before holding out his hand towards Broly. Like a moth to the flame, Broly reached out and grasped it, and together they climbed down the stairs into the pool. The water was nice and warm, cold maybe to the other Saiyans that were used to living in very hot conditions, but to Broly and Goku, it was very comfortable.
Goku dove under for a split second before coming up again as he turned in the water, a coy smile on his face. Had Broly grown up on Earth, odds were he'd have been reminded of mermaids and the stories of their alluring nature. Goku smiled at his mate just standing there cluelessly before hugging him and planting a wet peck on Broly's lips.
"Ya remember our swimmin' lessons?" He asked Broly.
The large Saiyan nodded, eyes roaming his mate's wet face and upper body.
"I promised ya a prize, so how about we practice a bit while we're alone, hmm?"
Broly nodded again, the words ringing a bell.
Goku smiled and grabbed one of Broly's large hands. "Come with me, then."
He walked them deeper into the pool, and Broly cautiously followed along. When he stopped, Goku was actually swimming in the water, and Broly could just keep his head over.
"Now, I wantcha t' put yer head under and see how I keep myself floatin' in one place. Can ya do that?"
Broly took a few deep breaths, steadying his nerves, before he dove under. He could see Goku's feet moving back and forth, while his hands made sweeping motions on the surface. Seemed easy enough.
He surfaced again.
"Do ya think ya can do it?" Goku asked gently.
"I-I think so, yes." Broly said nervously.
"Dun worry, we can get ya back t'
a lesser depth
easily from here. And ya know ya can fly out."
Broly started slowly moving deeper into the pool, Goku swimming backwards in front of Broly, ready to help if anything went wrong. Finally, they were so deep in that with the next step Broly would have to swim to keep his head above.
"Ready?" Goku asked cautiously before he moved behind Broly to support him under his arms.
Broly was quiet, gathering up his courage. He braced himself and took the next step.
His head went under, and had it not been for Goku instantly lifting him up, he'd have freaked out.
"Easy, easy, big guy, I gotcha."
Broly was panting, but was able to regulate his breathing again after a short while.
"Try movin' yer feet back and forth like ya saw me do."
Wanting this over with, Broly tried. It took a few attempts, but soon Goku felt the weight of Broly lessen as he now kept himself afloat.
"Good, yer doin' so well, Broly. Now try and move yer arms too."
Goku adjusted his grip from under Broly's arms to the side of his ribcage to give him some space. Broly complied and was shortly after treading water by himself.
"See! Ya did it, Broly." Broly turned his head and smiled at Goku.
Goku felt so proud of his mate, he was so brave under all that nervous and cautious nature.
Goku let him do it for a handful of minutes to get the feel for it.
"Okay, last thing t' do, Broly, ya need t' try doin' it without me holdin' ya."
Broly looked panicked.
"Easy, easy! I'm right here even if I ain't holdin' ya."
Broly looked like he'd fly out of there any second, but he wanted to learn this. It had looked so easy when the others had done it.
"Remember what I told ya that day in the pool? What would happen if ya learned how t' swim before the cruise was over?"
Broly searched his memories and found that one time when Goku leaned in and seductively whispered that Broly could do anything he wanted to Goku for two hours if he learned how to dive, swim, and tread water before the cruise ended.
Broly nodded, but right now the fear of drowning overshadowed his lust.
"Okay, so ya keep doin' the movement, and I'll count t' three and let go. Do NOT stop doin' the movements. That's the key."
Broly tried to prepare himself the best he could.
"Now, when I let go, ya'll sink in a little bit, but if ya keep movin' ya'll keep yer head above the water. Understand?"
Broly nodded, feeling anything but ready.
"Okay. One… Two… Three."
Goku let go of Broly's sides gently, still keeping his hands within reach. Broly sank a little and gasped, water got inside his mouth but he was quick to close it before more could get in. Goku's arms grabbed him from behind again and held him up.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay. I gotcha, see?"
Broly clung to his mate behind him the best he could.
Goku nuzzled his hair. "It's fine, ya just got scared. Nothin' t' be ashamed of. We can stay here until yer ready."
Broly fought to calm his breathing and heart beats, focusing on Goku's solid arms, gripping him.
He had never felt so afraid before of an object, other than the collar his source forced him to use. Water was intimidating to him, and Broly doubted he would ever get used to it. "I can't. I can't do this."
"Ya can, I know ya can. Yer the Legendary Super Saiyan." Goku kissed Broly's damp hair. "And once ya master how t' swim, ya'll see how fun it is! Maybe not today but someday. Yer so brave, Broly. Ya've been so good about Earth, while I ran from my nature for years and years because I was afraid. Yer far braver than me, so one day ya'll overcome this."
Broly listened to Goku's words and nodded. "Can we go back over there?" He pointed to the shallow end.
"Of course. Hang on." Goku started to swim back with Broly tugged under one arm, lifeguard style. Soon they reached shallower water where Broly could stand and keep his head well over the water.
Broly breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the pool floor under his feet again. "I think I'll stay here for now." He said, wrung out from his near death experience.
"Ya want somethin' t' drink?" Goku offered. "There's a small fridge over at the bar where-"
"Please stay? With me?" Broly asked in a scared voice.
"Oh, yeah. I'll stay with ya." Goku realized Broly was shivering a bit, hugging himself, and his eyes were wide and scared.
Goku reached out and grabbed him, pulling him in close. "How about we play around here in the shallow end. Ya know, t' take yer mind off all this swimmin' business."
Broly nodded and hugged his mate firmly.
After a moment of calming down, Broly's arms loosened a bit and Goku kissed him tenderly, hoping to calm his mate down.
"Would ya like some music?" Goku asked.
Broly looked confused.
"Alexa, put on mood music."
A female voice sounded through the speakers.
"Voice recognition failed."
Broly looked around confused.
Goku sighed. He scrunched his eyebrows together. Bulma had told him that she had voice activated speakers in this pool… She mentioned the name 'Alexa', but Goku hadn't really paid attention to anything else she had explained to him.
"Damn it, Bulma." Goku muttered under his breath. He tried speaking more clearly and louder, "Alexa, put on mood music."
"Password required."
Goku growled. "Fine, fine! Password: Bulma Briefs is the smartest woman in the universe."
"Access denied."
"Password: Bulma Briefs rules."
"Access denied."
"Password: Bulma briefs is the sexiest woman alive."
"Access denied."
Feeling very annoyed now, Goku tried to remember what she had said when they were boarding.
"-and Son, if you're ever having trouble, all you have to do is remember what's mine."
She'd then winked and left Goku confused before his mind had drifted off again.
Surely not…
Goku mentally apologised to Vegeta for what he was about to say.
"Password: Bulma Briefs owns Prince Vegeta's ass."
"Access granted."
Came the cheerful mechanical voice.
Goku facepalmed as the romantic music started. There might be perks to Bulma's friendship but there sure as heck were some drawbacks too.
"Broly, please, never ever repeat t' Vegeta what I just said. He'll actually kill me this time."
Broly was confused but nodded his understanding.
Both Saiyans held each other in the water, listening to the soothing music. Broly was still confused about the whole technology thing but opted to pay attention to his mate instead. The hugging and the gentle caresses helped calm Broly down, as they gently walked around in the shallow end. Goku stopped after a while and started swaying to the music, inviting Broly to do the same.
"What is this you're doing?"
"Hmm?" Goku looked up from where he had his head on Broly's firm chest.
"Ohh. It's a thing we do here on Earth, but it's usually done on a dance floor. It's called slow dancin'. Basically, ya move together really slowly, pressed against one another. Do ya mind it?"
"No. I like being close to you." Broly said so matter of factly that Goku felt his insides turn to jello.
Goku leaned up, pulling Broly down, and pressed their foreheads together. Their breaths mingled as they came together for a short tender kiss. As they separated, Goku looked at his mate and smiled.
"Me too."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Broly was finally getting the hang of floating. Goku had decided to stay in the shallow end and just have Broly keep his legs closer to his body rather than going to the deep end. Broly seemed to get too nervous whenever he got too close to it. He was now able to float unassisted, maybe later they could try in the deep end, but for now this would suffice.
He smiled at Goku, like a child who'd made something and wanted to show it to their parents.
"Yer doin' great, Broly! I think yer ready t' start swimmin'." The slightly older Saiyan said with glee.
"Right now?"
"Not
now,
but later on. I know ya might not see the point, but swimmin' is so great once ya get the hang of it. Let me show ya."
Confused, Broly moved closer and now stood in front of his mate.
"Okay, try and look under water when I dive."
Goku dove in, heading for the deep end. Broly hunched down, head now under water, and nearly gaped. Goku shot through the water elegantly, did circles in the water, spun around, and looked like he was flying. The light that penetrated the water made wavy patterns on the floor and Goku's pale body. The music was muffled and it felt like he and Kakarot had entered another dimension. Goku looked so happy moving around down here and Broly wanted to experience the joy the other Saiyan got from swimming so freely and fearlessly.
Goku stopped and swam towards him, he stopped an inch from Broly's face and the water made his hair float around his face hypnotically. Goku smiled and pulled him in for an underwater kiss, which Broly eagerly returned. They resurfaced and Goku pushed his wet hair away from his smiling face.
"Ya see? It's so nice t' swim once ya get the hang of it."
Broly tried to find some sentence that didn't start with 'you looked ethereal' or 'I love you beyond what I thought I could'. He ended up with: "It looks like flying."
"It's very much like flyin'." Goku pointed out. "And when yer able t' control yer power, Imma take ya t' a lake near my house and we can go fishin'! That's even more fun because ya get t' eat what ya catch. And let me tell ya, the fish there are delicious! Grandpa and I used t' fish there and I showed Gohan and Goten how t' do it. Oh! Maybe they can join us. That'd be so great!" Goku licked his lips, just thinking about all the tasty fish he used to catch there.
Broly smiled as his mate enthusiastically told him about his life on Earth and how full it was. Life on Vampa seemed empty, now that Broly thought about it, but his mate endured it for him, and the pack endured it for Kakarot. With new determination in his heart, Broly swore to learn to control his wild ki so he and Kakarot, and all the others could go to Earth and leave the deserted planetoid behind. He was determined to learn everything and anything Kakarot had to teach him, if only so he could share more moments and activities with his mate.
Meanwhile Goku had rambled on, missing the world tilting realization his mate was having. "OHH! And we have t' try divin' near a coral reef, it's so beautiful ya ain't gonna believe it! Once, when I was young and was trainin' by swimmin' across an ocean, I got lost and found this reef near an island, and I stayed for like two days because it was just so pretty and-"
Broly's hands slammed down on Goku's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "I will learn everything you teach me." He said with such seriousness in his voice that Goku forgot what he was saying.
"...Okay." Goku nodded. "But just remember that ya need t' take baby steps. Learn t' crawl before ya run."
Broly tilted his head, not quite understanding what that meant.
Goku realized that Broly had never seen a baby nor seen it crawl. "Ya need t' do things slowly and be patient with yerself. Let time tell when yer ready, and dun get angry if it takes a long time t' learn somethin'."
Broly made an 'oh' with his mouth, thought on that for a while, and then smiled at his mate.
With a determined expression, he nodded, "then teach me how to swim."
Goku smiled brightly at him and began the swimming lessons again.
It wasn't easy, and took a few hours, but Broly finally learned how to swim. He was still scared of the deep end, so they kept in the shallow side of the pool. Eventually, Broly would conquer his fears and master the art of swimming. For now, his progress was sufficient.
"YA DID IT!" Goku jumped in the water, splashing it around.
Broly felt so proud of his new achievement and the joy he felt as his life partner cheered for him filled his entire body with warmth. From sheer joy, Goku jumped into Broly's arms, making both of them topple over in the water with a loud splash. Laughing, they both pulled themselves out of the water, and settled for embracing the other and kissing for a while before sitting down on the edge of the pool, dipping their legs in, and staring at the night sky.
"So, now ya can swim on the surface, and tread water. That just leaves divin' in the pool."
Goku's eyes turned smoldering. "But I think ya deserve a little somethin' for bein' so good about this."
"Really?" Broly's eyes ran down Goku's wet body hungrily.
Goku's hand slid into Broly's wet hair as they kissed and lost themselves in the other for who knows how many minutes.
Slightly out of breath, Goku pulled back from the kiss. "Alexa, dim the lights."
"Lights dimmed."
Came the robotic but soothing voice.
Having received confirmation, Goku resumed kissing his mate.
The ambience around the pool turned mystical. The water in the pool darkened, and if one looked closely at the horizon, a sliver of light coming from the east painted the otherwise dark, starry sky.
It felt like they were the only two people alive, here in this little pocket of serenity. The music and the vast ocean blocked any noises from the outside world, and the darkness enveloped them warmly. It made Broly think of the times they went moon gazing back on Vampa, or when they went to his secret cave, where they spent the nights drowning in each others' affection.
Despite all the sex he'd had that day, Broly felt his need rise, and he could smell Goku's arousal through the weird smell of the pool water.
"Can we...?"
Goku nodded, "yeah, but not in the pool." He kissed his mate fervently before he rose up and gently pulled Broly towards the lounge chairs around the pool.
They kissed and giggled like teenagers on the way there. They stumbled over to a chair, and Goku gently pushed Broly down on it. Broly obeyed and was rewarded with the smaller Saiyan climbing on top of him. Unable to help themselves, Goku leaned down and Broly up for more kisses.
Goku reached behind him and found Broly's hardening length with hardwon ease. He started to pump the shaft, enjoying the feel of precum being smeared on his fingers.
"Ready?" He asked in a hungry voice.
Broly was panting by now, and nodded his head vigorously.
Goku angled the shaft towards his own opening, and with a sigh sank down, taking Broly’s length in a long smooth glide. He tilted his head back from joy and sat for a few seconds to savor it. His breeder pulsed around Broly's cock, eager to have that hard muscle pound into it.
Goku braced his feet on the floor, grabbed Broly's shoulders, and while looking into his mate's happy eyes, started to move on top of him. He soon had a nice rhythm going, not too fast, not too slow, Broly's large hands on his hips helping as they savored this. Goku gently panted as he rose up and down, enjoying the slide of Broly moving inside him and seeing him spread out under him, blissed out from what Goku was doing to him.
The sun was slowly coming up, the sky was a beautiful array of warm colors above the two Saiyans as they connected with each other in the most pleasurable of ways.
The sun. Something nagged in the back of Goku's head.
The realization then hit him. The light meant…
He looked up at the glass roof that encircled the pool area.
If someone looked down, they…
Goku felt a rush of heat shoot up his body. The odds were slim, given how early it was, but there was a chance that someone was watching him right now. Some stranger was watching Goku ride his mate's dick, watching him getting fucked like that time with the pack.
Goku moved faster as the thought took root and his new found fetish flared to life again. "Ahh, Broly, harder. Fuck me harder~"
Broly moved his hips harder against Kakarot's, moaning at the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of that warm, tight passage.
Goku felt desire like rarely before. His head thrown back, he panted as he strained over his mate, the imagined eyes of an observer etched into his mind, drawing trails of fire on his naked skin.
What did they see? What did he look like?
Dirty?
Wanton?
Sexy?
Would they be offended?
Interested?
Goku let out a whimper as he rode faster, the lounge bed creaked and the noises added to the perverted nature of what he was doing in this location.
"Ahh! Broly, I'm- I'm-" Goku could feel his breeder start to clench up. Any second he'd come while someone might be watching him, without him even knowing.
The larger Saiyan suddenly pinched Goku's nipples, making a small amount of milk bead on them and drip down his chest. That was all it took for Earth's defender to tip over the edge. Goku let out a long moan as he emptied himself on top of his mate. Broly gritted his teeth and growled as Goku tightened around him. He pushed in as far as he could go and it happened; Broly came with a shout deep inside the smaller body above him, becoming stuck together with his mate. He could feel Goku pulsing, milking him for all his worth.
The Saiyans stared at each other for a while, basking in the afterglow of their mating session. A part of Goku wanted to look up and see if there really had been someone watching, but in the end he decided it would be more thrilling to not know.
"Do you know what I like most about this part?" Broly suddenly asked.
Goku was taken aback by the question. It was rare for Broly to state his opinion like this. He shook his head and prompted Broly to continue.
"I love feeling you pulsing around my cock. It feels…"
"Out of this world." Goku finished for him. Broly tilted his head. "Ya basically use that phrase when no other words can describe it." Goku explained, slightly out of breath.
By now, the sun was halfway peeking out of the ocean line. Soon the others would be awake and Broly and Goku would have to return to their pack and get breakfast. But for now, this quiet moment could last a bit longer.
Goku lay down on top of Broly, both waiting for Goku's body to release Broly's dick. The sun warmed the whole room up further and the sound of the water and the music was so soothing.
Soon both warriors drifted off, cuddled together in a bundle of warm skin, their afterglow, and affection.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
A very annoying beeping sound came from the side of the bed. Raditz groaned and covered his head with a pillow.
"Woman, shut that infernal thing off." Vegeta said in a groggy voice.
"Mmm, huuuh~?" Came the human's reply.
"Honestly, woman. Why do you have an alarm if you are going to sleep through it anyway?" Vegeta sat up and leaned over his wife to turn the insufferable beeping off.
"Mmmm~ Thanks, Vegeta~" Bulma stretched and made a high pitched noise as Vegeta lay back down.
Raditz appeared from under his pillow and snuggled closer to his prince.
The honeymoon suite ran much cooler than the pack's room, given that Bulma would probably suffocate in such high temperature. Raditz and Vegeta had both slept together under a warm blanket, while Bulma was happily uncovered.
"Oh, I suppose I should wake the others up." Bulma said after a while. She got out of bed and walked towards the gigantic window.
Raditz started. "Pleasedon'topenthecurtains- GAAAH!"
The long haired Saiyan and the royal both groaned and covered their sensitive eyes.
"Oops." Bulma giggled. "I keep forgetting how delicate your eyes are to the light."
"Woman! That is
BULL
shit. You know very well our eyes are sensitive to light, you have known that for years." Came Vegeta's hoarse voice.
Bulma smiled innocently and made her way to the bathroom. "I'm going to shower first and get ready for breakfast. I have a special treat for you guys, and I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it more than the spicy food from last night."
She went to their luxurious bathroom and turned on the water. "Oh, and when I come back from waking everyone up, I expect you two to be showered as well. Sex is fun and all, and I understand Saiyans loooove having their partners' smell on them, but you're under my domain and I will have certain rules."
With that, she closed the door.
"Vicious woman…" Vegeta said from below his arms.
"Oh, c'mon, Vegeta. Look at everything she's done for us. A little consideration from our part aint' that bad." Raditz slowly removed his pillow again and adjusted to the early morning sun.
"Raditz. You have been hanging around Kakarot too much. You are starting to sound like him." The Prince groused.
Raditz got out of bed and started stretching. "You like him though." He said matter of factly.
Vegeta growled, "that does not mean I like everything that comes from his mouth. We are royalty. We do not
accommodate
others."
"Hmm, by that logic Bulma is royalty too, ya know. And this
is
her cruise."
Vegeta peeked from under his arms and stared daggers at his husband and mate.
"Shutting up." Raditz lifted his hands and continued stretching. Vegeta soon joined him.
Moments later, Bulma came out of the shower with towels wrapped around her head and body. "I'm going to go to the pack room and wake everyone up, ok?
Shower."
She gestured at the exercising Saiyans. "I mean it."
The aliens watched as their wife quickly put something on and left the room. Then they looked at each other.
Neither Vegeta or Raditz would ever find out who made the first move, but they both ended up kissing and rolling on the plush rug, their tails waving frantically and hands moving anywhere they could along their bodies.
"Ya think we have time for a quick session?"
Vegeta huffed and smirked at Raditz, "knowing you, it will be very quick."
"'Geetaaaaa~!"
"Gods, you even whine like him now." Vegeta shoved his mate to the side and made his way to the bathroom.
"Well? Get your delectable tail in here." He said when Raditz didn't move from his spot.
The larger Saiyan smiled evilly and followed the Prince into the cleaning room.
-
"Rise and shine, guys!" Bulma announced her entry.
She was surprised when she heard no sounds coming from the bed, but instead from the ajar door to the bathroom.
Bulma pushed the door open and saw three Saiyans in the jacuzzi/bathtub, talking and laughing with each other while having a nice warm soak. She also saw the disaster that was the shower at the far end of the bathroom. She would have to send her people up here for a quick patch-me-up. Her intuition once again proved to be correct; hiring a construction team to come along on the cruise 'just in case' was a wise thing to do, what with the planet destroying beings that would be coming along for the ride.
"Well! Isn't this a pleasant change of scenery." She said, crossing her arms, looking at the Saiyans NOT having sex.
"Oh, hi, Bulma." Toma waved at their extended circle. "We were just getting ready for morning meal."
"And sharing steamy stories." Turles said.
"And trying not to murder this one." Bardock said in a grumpy voice as he nodded towards his clone.
Bulma nodded and peeked outside the bathroom towards the adjoining entertainment room. "Where's Goku and Broly?"
"We don't know where those two went." Toma replied.
"Probably the pool." The Commander shrugged. "Saiyans love their water. Even IF it smells acrid."
"I've experienced a variety of waters during my travels," Turles said off handedly, "but your pool water takes the winning prize. It smells like a chemical room."
Bulma lifted her arms half way, "well, we have to keep it clean somehow and chlorine is the best option we have here. I'll leave you three to your morning ablutions and get ready for the breakfast buffet. We have a nice meal prepared for today."
The three Saiyans perked up at the word they've come to know as 'all you can eat' and hurried with their clean up.
"By the way," Bardock began, "we're gonna need more of those Saiyan-friendly oils ya got for us."
"Raditz?" Bulma arched her eyebrow.
"Raditz." The three confirmed simultaneously.
"Damn. I didn't calculate just how much care his hair would need. I have some more in my room but I don't know if it's going to be enough." Bulma bit her thumbnail. "You might have to start using our human products."
Bardock cussed in a strange language.
"Or we can just keep to water only." Toma said as he finished and stood up, walking away from the tub. He charged his energy and, with a blast of air that almost knocked Bulma over and DID knock down a few items on the sink, he dried himself.
"UGH! I hate it when Vegeta does that. You know we have towels for that kind of thing." The scientist griped.
"It's quicker this way." Bardock said as he repeated Toma's actions and dried himself via ki blast.
Bulma had to steady herself as she lost her balance again. "That's it, you guys do your thing, and I'll see you in half an hour in the hallway. Then we can track down where Goku and Broly went." She quickly turned heel and left the trio.
"How much is half an hour?" Toma asked his mate.
"Quarter degree." Bardock informed.
"Well, that gives us plenty of time to fuck." Turles purred as he got out of the tub and ki dried himself. The few items that remained tipped over on the sink counter succumbed to the third air blast and fell off.
Bardock growled at the pirate. "We can't get 'messy' again, and Toma's still healing." He made his way to their main chamber and selected something to wear out of the closet.
"Hey! What if we watch that cooking show on the screen?" Toma chased after the scarred Saiyan.
Turles didn't exactly agree with that idea, his suggestion was more fun, but it was better than waiting around doing nothing.
-
The pack gathered together at the thirty minute mark and headed downstairs to the main lower deck where Bulma had organized an outside breakfast buffet. Tables had been set overnight and the food was already being served.
"I'll find Kakarot and Broly." Bardock told their small group. "You lot can go get the other humans."
"I'll come with you." Bulma said. "Vegeta, lead the pack to the aft on the bottom deck-"
"In words I can
understand
, woman!" Vegeta shouted.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "The back of the boat. Bottom floor. There should be a two large tables reserved for us, just ask any waiter for 'Briefs Party' and they'll show you the way."
The blue haired woman then grabbed her 'mother-in-law's' hand and began the search for the two missing Saiyans.
-
"It'll be easier if I just fly above the ship and look for them." Bardock groused. He was still learning how to sense life forces.
"And scare half the people on board to death? Nuh-uh, mister. Let's go look for them at the pools like you suggested. If they did go to the pools, then they probably went to the indoor one."
"What makes ya say that?"
"Goku may have changed a lot, but he still has a sense of privacy about him around humans. Mostly. He would've wanted to be in the most private place to be free with his mate." Bulma explained as they made their way down the stairs to the indoor pool deck.
"Hmm." That was indeed clever, Bardock thought. "I'll never understand that weird shame ya humans have about yer bodies."
Bulma nodded. "That's fine. It gets rather tedious often anyway. Especially for women. The shit I got sometimes when I fed Bulla in public, it's just ridiculous."
"Why would ya get into trouble for feeding your own cub?"
"Because, like I mentioned, women can't show their tits in public, at all."
Bardock stopped in his tracks. "But I thought that was because of the whole sex and nudity shame. This is how you feed your cub, they need to eat!"
"Preaching to the choir here, 'Dock. The thing is, breasts have become so sexualised, people get upset over seeing them in a situation, like being in public, where sexual things are not accepted, even if they're doing their biological function."
Bardock stared at her agast.
"And to make matters worse, it's usually human males who complain."
"They expect ya to let yer cub go hungry because they… Hate breasts? I thought they liked them?"
"They do. In the sexual manner. Seeing them do their biological purpose grosses them out, however."
Bardock looked like someone had slapped him silly.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The two hotheaded individuals made their way to the indoor pool where Goku and Broly would most likely be at. They past several guests on their way there, a few of them greeted Bulma and made small talk, a few wanted to be introduced to the 'man' accompanying her (to which Bardock put on his best glare), and a few just stared at the well built alien and went as far as winking at him or asking him for his cabin number.
"I will never understand humans, and I don't want to. Yer such a mess!" The scarred Saiyan was now chewing murderously on one of those sweet sticks he had in his mouth ever since they left the suite.
"We are. To tell you the truth, if you guys had female Saiyans, I'd wish I could be Saiyan sometimes."
"Ya do have the orange wishing balls~" Bardock suggested.
"Hahaha! Wouldn't that be something. But no, I would rather just stay in my perfect human form." Bulma hugged herself.
Bulma thought to herself-
But I'm still going to keep wishing myself young. Kami knows I need to stay young to keep up with my Saiyan husbands.
The scarred warrior smiled. "How does it feel to be in a one of a kind relationship on this backwards planet?"
"Honestly? I don't give a fuck about that. People can mind their own business. All I know is I have two perfect husbands to keep me company. If anyone has a problem with that and gives me trouble, I have an army of lawyers- Umm,
'word warriors'
, just WAITING to make trouble for them." The scientist winked.
"Bulma, I still think you're a cutthroat bitch, but I'm glad that, despite my cub ending up on such a weird planet, he at least found ya. Goddess knows he'd have needed ya growing up here."
Bulma swelled hearing this coming from her extended family. "Thank you. I just wish I'd known about the whole alien-thing earlier. I could've helped him better, but he looked so similar to us…"
They kept walking and Bardock's mind was processing everything he had learned about the beings ruling this planet. He came to a solid conclusion, "I'm not sure I would have survived on this planet."
"Really? With all the sugar, and chocolate, and DELICIOUS FOOD, and water, and-"
"Ok, ok, OKAY. The planet, by itself, is… Magnificent. It's just certain humans that fuck it up." Bardock relented.
"You'd also have rocked the porn industry to its core. You'd rule it! No doubt." Said Bulma laughing.
Bardock smirked. "True." Then he sighed thoughtfully. "It seems for every nice thing I learn about his planet, I also learn a daft, or backwards, or plain illogical one."
"Don't worry, if and when you guys are ready to live here, I'm sure we can find a secluded spot for you lot."
"Yeah? Ya think?"
"I know! I bought a whole island once so Goku and Vegeta could spar in peace and not worry about blowing up a city. And trust me, I can buy a thousand more."
"Ya certainly have a lot of financial power." Bardock looked at Bulma sideways.
"Oh, yes. The truth is, I'm the uncrowned queen of this planet. Your older cub married up. Twice." Bulma lifted two fingers.
Bardock laughed uproariously. "Yep. Raditz did good for himself in the mating department."
"Indeed. And don't worry, mating for money is an age old tradition here, so he fits right in."
She winked at Bardock.
They finally arrived at the pool and they immediately spotted the two Saiyans sleeping on a put-upon lounge chair.
"Awww, they're kinda cute, right?" Bulma whispered to Bardock.
Bardock smiled at the two dozing warriors. To think that his one cub mated with a Legendary Super Saiyan, and his other cub mated with royalty twice, it made him sad to think what kind of life his first cub might've had here on Earth and with the pack.
"I really am glad Goku found Broly and vice versa. While I'm sure he and Vegeta would've gotten together sooner or later, they are very different, personality wise." Bulma said, eyes still looking fondly at the slumbering Saiyans, cuddled up like large puppies.
Bardock nodded and watched them as well.
"Still, they bonded, didn't they?" Bulma asked no one in particular. "They must not be that different after all."
"Oh, no. That ain't how it works. They can be opposites and still harmonize. With bonded mates, yer ki is the one that needs to be compatible. As rare as bonding is, it's usually just more frequent to bond with one of the Saiyans with whom ya have much in common, because those are the Saiyans ya'd be spending more time around. Saiyans don't stick around others they don't like so they wouldn't have the chance to form a bond."
"Ohhh, I see. It's like that for humans too, in general. But we also have a saying: opposites attract. Goku seems to be leaning towards both of those aspects with his mates."
Bardock chuckled at that. "Gine is very much the exact opposite of myself. So is Toma."
Bulma noticed the sad expression on the old Saiyan's face.
"Hey," she placed a hand on his shoulder, "the Dragon Balls will be ready soon and we will definitely wish Gine back."
Bardock took a steadying breath and whispered, "thank you."
Bulma nodded and changed the topic. "Well. I see no point in making them miss out on this fabulous breakfast I planned for today!"
"Hmm, indeed. Any Saiyan would be upset if they missed morning meal. Also, I'm getting hungry after last night."
"Ohh, do tell~" Bulma asked with an evil smile.
Bardock turned to look at the human, "first off, fuck you. Secondly, we spent the whole night in the cleaning room because of yer little challenge. Me and the pirate on the flush thing and Toma cooling his dick off!"
Bulma laughed in true, evil villain style until she had to lean against the glass wall of the pool.
"I've never been so empty inside right now since before I was born."
Bulma slid down the wall into a pile of malicious cackling.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, ya cruel bitch." Bardock said equally pissed and fondly at her.
After a hot minute, Bulma finally managed to pull herself together and shakily rose up, still giggling a bit every now and then. She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, minding her makeup, and straightened her expensive outfit. With that, Bulma took out her master key card and entered the indoor pool, followed by Bardock.
The scarred Saiyan stepped up to the lost and found pack members and shook Goku's shoulder. "Time to wake up, kid."
"Hmmmm, wh- Baba?" Came Goku's slurred response, as he opened his bleary eyes.
Bardock sighed. His cub still called him by that childish name. "Ya need to start using my name, brat."
"But ya like it…" He said, yawning.
Bardock lifted an eyebrow. "Gine likes it. I don't. Now get up. I'm starving and Bulma said she has a feast prepared for us."
"Hey, Son. Looking good there." Bulma said, smiling from ear to ear.
Goku looked down on himself, realizing his naked state.
"BULMA?!" Goku sat up and screeched, trying to cover himself.
The noise made Broly awaken with a startled jerk under Goku.
Goku's desperate motion made Broly's limp dick slide out, and a stream of cum dripped out, adding to Goku's mortification. The wet sound it made didn't help either.
"Honestly, Son. I've seen you naked plenty of times," Bulma cocked her eyebrow, "I've seen you have sex, I've seen you make a mess out of yourself, I've seen you getting knotted ON THE INSIDE."
"Right, right, dun remind me. I just… Old habits die hard, ya know?" Goku got up and so did Broly.
"Morning, handsome." Bulma smiled at Goku's mate. Broly sleepily smiled back at his human friend and yawned, showing his dangerous fangs.
"Anway, your clothes are over there." Bulma pointed with her thumb over her shoulder. "We're heading out for a full breakfast and figured you'd want to join."
Both Goku and Broly's stomachs growled on cue.
"Ohh, umm, yeah. But we kinda need t' shower first. Also what time is it?"
"It's just after eight." She replied.
"Urgghh. We fell asleep around dawn." Goku stretched and went to retrieve his clothes, semen dripping down his legs, Goku was too sleepy to pay any mind. Both Saiyans felt very tired, having only gotten less than three hours of sleep.
"Well, the pack won't wait much longer when it comes to food, ya know this, brat. So get ready and come along. Ya can sleep afterwards." Said Bardock firmly.
Bulma pointed to the shower area in the pool, "you can use the shower stalls here, Son. The, ahem, BATHROOM in your suite is a mess." Goku looked guilty at that. "-It'll get fixed today, but the mortar and grout will take time to set, so you won't be able to use it until tomorrow."
Goku sighed but knew he was partly to blame so he kept quiet. "Come on, Broly, let's get cleaned up." Broly followed his mate to the pool shower stalls.
"We'll be at the back of the cruise on the lower deck!" The scientist called out. She then turned to Bardock. "Ready to get some food?"
"As long as it ain't spicy."
Bulma chuckled again and made her way to the outdoor breakfast setup, where the pack and some of her friends would be introduced to a breakfast buffet- American style.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"So… Do you actually dislike it? Being called 'baba' I mean?" Bulma asked as they headed towards the buffet.
Bardock was silent for a few seconds. "It ain't so much that I dislike it, per se. It's more… It reminds me of why I missed out on having him call me that as a cub. But I understand where he's coming from. It also makes me sad, in a way." Bardock then turned to look at Bulma, "he's also too old to call me that, no doubt, only young cubs use those terms, but I'm glad that he's accepted me after we've been apart for so long. Argghhhh! It's messy, this stuff." The older warrior grabbed his head.
"Oh, I understand. Humans usually call their parents 'dad' or 'mom' or 'ren' even as adults. Very few call them by their first name. It's funny how Vegetasei culture and Earth culture are the opposite in so many ways." Bulma giggled.
"Ren?" Bardock asked. He recalled having heard the other two terms, but not this third one.
"It's a fairly new word to call nonbinary parents; people who don't identify as men or women, but not everyone knows about this word."
Bardock shook his head. People sure had a way of making their life more complicated than necessary.
They reached the buffet in time to see their friends gathering up around the section Bulma had reserved for all of them.
"So what is this food you've prepared for us today?" A voice came from behind them and they turned around, Bardock going stiff as a board.
Standing right in front of them was the god of destruction himself and his angel.
"Oh! Beerus, Whis! I haven't seen you for a while. The meal I have planned for today is going to be very interesting. It's a type of breakfast they serve in a country called United States of America-"
"I'm not here for a history class, I want to know what kind of food it is." Beerus interrupted.
Bulma sweatdropped a bit. "Well, there's eggs prepared in many different ways, bacon, steak, sausage, hash browns, waffles, cereals, fruit juices of all kinds, toast with delicious jams and jellies, coffee, tea…" She listed the items she could remember.
"Hm, sounds boring, but I will try it. If I don't like it, you can say goodbye to half your planet." Beerus left the conversation at that.
Bardock was dying a little on the inside.
Whis chuckled a bit, "don't worry about him, he's a little cranky from not being able to sleep in, someone was making a lot of noise in the pool area under us early this morning."
Bulma's smile suddenly seemed frozen on her face. "…Really? I'll see about making it more soundproof for you guys." She said nervously, cursing Goku in her mind.
"That would be much appreciated. I'd hate to lose this planet and all its food. Besides, things have been so much more exciting since we discovered Earth and the warriors here." The angel waved them goodbye and left after the grouchy cat god.
Bardock was left speechless, suddenly feeling like he lost his appetite.
"He says that all the time," Bulma reassured him. "It's like when Vegeta gets annoyed and says he'll kill you. Don't worry." She leaned in and whispered in the startled Saiyan's ear, "he likes the food here too much to harm us, so as long as we keep him stocked with piles of pudding, we'll be fine."
Bardock relaxed minutely and followed Bulma to the big tables at the very back of the setup.
"Morning, everyone!" Bulma greeted her friends as if a god of destruction had never threatened to obliterate half her planet. Bardock honestly didn't know how this human was able to keep her wits about her.
Most of the group greeted her as she sat down between Cheelai and Krillin. Bardock made his way to the Saiyan table, which was a lot bigger to hold more plates, next to theirs.
"Where's Kakarot?" Raditz asked.
"Showering. With Broly." The old Saiyan replied.
Vegeta huffed and got up to get his food. He thought it ridiculous to have to serve himself on a cruise where he was the guest of honor AND royalty, but his stomach was too empty and he needed food.
"Vegeta!" Bulma called, "do remember to help the others out with their selections since Goku isn't here."
Vegeta bared his fangs and growled. "Alright, you sorry excuses for Saiyan warriors, follow me to the buffet." That was all he said before turning tail and heading for the chafing dishes set up on a long table.
The pack reached the buffet and the stronger smells coming from there made their mouth water. Vegeta showed them how to open the chafer dishes and the many food items they could choose from, he also showed them the bigger plates Bulma had ordered for them.
"Are we having those soda drinks?" Turles asked.
"Not for this type of morning meal." Vegeta informed. "We have juices, coffee, tea, and milk."
"Human milk?" Toma tilted his head.
"No, milk from an animal named 'cow'. There is whole milk and skim milk…" Honestly, having to teach the others about this was getting on Vegeta's nerves. "Just grab one of everything and decide what you like best. There is nothing terribly spicy-" The others gave a collective sigh of relief, "-So just dig in. If you do not understand something, you can always look at the other people and how they do it. Also, as you already know, once you finish a plate do not return with it to the buffet table. Always grab a clean dish. The servants here will take care of the used dishes."
The Saiyans knew better than to insist on Vegeta teaching them, so they began serving themselves whatever they could fit in their extra large plates.
-
Meanwhile, Goku and Broly were stepping out of the showers. They'd gotten a bit 'distracted', but were ready and hungry for some breakfast.
As soon as they stepped out of the pool area, Goku practically dragged his mate to the lower deck.
"Mmmm, smell that?" He asked his mate when they arrived.
Broly sniffed the air and felt his stomach twist in anticipation.
"C'mon! Grab a plate -Oh! These plates are big!- And I'll show ya how t' make waffles." Being Bulma Briefs' friend had taught Goku a lot about foreign food and how it was done. He now was ready to pass the torch to his mate who was wide eyed, looking at all the delicious smelling food coming from the buffet area.
Goku showed Broly everything he knew, and the larger Saiyan absorbed the information like a sponge. Goku made a stack of waffles and asked for extra maple syrup to one of the waiters. The waiter brought him a bottle.
"Um, hehehe, Imma need a few more, maybe seven?" Goku said, rubbing the back of his head.
The waiter looked at him incredulously, but got him the needed items. Broly helped Goku bring the stacks of waffles and the bottles of a brown, gooey substance to their designated table.
"Kakarot, you made it!" Toma said as he took another bite of scrambled eggs. "'Dock, have you tried these?"
"Have ya tried these?!" Bardock took a piece of bacon and plopped it in Toma's mouth.
"So where were ya?" Raditz asked.
Goku sat down and patted the seat next to him for Broly. "We took a midnight swim and fell asleep." He explained, leaving out the dirty details.
"They fucked." Bardock said between bites.
"Babaaaaa!" Goku whined. He placed a napkin on his lap and took the first bottle of syrup, pouring a copious amount of it on his stack of waffles. Broly imitated him. A few of the pack turned their heads towards the sweet smell coming from the bottle.
"They did more than that!" Came Bulma's annoyed voice.
"Huh?" The pack and Goku turned their heads towards her. "Whatcha mean, Bulma?"
She sighed exasperatedly and looked squarely at Goku. "On the way here, we bumped into Whis and Beerus, the latter of whom was rather cranky because
someone
had woken him up by making noise early in the morning, specifically in the
pool area
underneath their suite. Ring any bell, Son?"
Goku paled so hard he blended in with the white table cloth.
"I don't care what or where you fuck, Son, but Beerus better not blow up half our planet because of your craving for dick, do you hear me!"
Yamcha groaned and closed his eyes.
"Woah! Beerus said that?" Krillin piped up.
"He certainly did!" Bulma said, more than a little miffed. "Well, Whis mentioned the pool part, but still!" She corrected begrudgingly.
A muffled snort sounded to their right side, and suddenly Vegeta rose up, hand covering his mouth and left the table. Goku could feel his amusement under his own overwhelming embarrassment. Vegeta made it almost to the other side of the setup before he broke down and then his gruff laughter could be heard even over the hustle and bustle of the other guests.
This seemingly triggered a chain reaction because suddenly everyone sans Tien, Yamcha, Goku, and Broly were laughing.
Bardock had unshed tears in his eyes, and Turles had his head tossed back, gasping and laughing, rocking back and forth in his seat.
Toma bit his hand to at least try and spare his cub some humiliation. Same with Gohan and Videl.
Krillin had given up and crawled under the table to laugh it out, unseen. Everyone could still hear him, but it was the thought that counted.
"Oh, knock it off, ya guys." Goku blushed and took a bite out of his waffles.
Broly, not understanding why the others were reacting like that, just took a bite out of the strange yellowish food and almost couldn't contain a pleasured moan.
"Are those
-heheh-
THAT good?" Bardock asked, small laughs sneaking out here and there.
"Try some." Goku cut off a piece of his syrup covered waffle and gave it to his parent.
Bardock actually did moan when he tasted the waffle, very loudly, making other guests close by turn their heads, and their Earthling friends just shake their heads. They were used to the Saiyans' antics by now.
"Toma! These are great! Not as great as the chocolate treats Kakarot gave us back then, but the sauce covering it-"
"Syrup, actually. Maple syrup." Goku corrected.
Bardock turned to his cub with starry eyes. "Where do we get these?"
"I'll show ya how t' make 'em." Goku got up from his chair, wishing he could eat more of his meal, and showed his parents how to make waffles in the waffle machine.
It was safe to say that, by the end of the buffet, there was no food left. The waiters had never seen the chafing dishes so utterly cleaned out. They also noticed how often this particular group of buff guys with strange hairdos and tails kept coming over and piling up food on their special sized plates.
"Oh, damn! This was a good meal." Turles said as he patted his belly.
"Much better than last night." Bardock said as he chewed on a toothpick.
"The uh, steak- MMM! Delicious." Raditz leaned back on his chair.
Videl came back with a pot of coffee and served it to her friends at the other table.
"What's that black liquid?" Bardock asked. "It smells horrible."
Goku looked back at the other table. "That? Oh, that's coffee. It's bitter, but ya can add sweet things t' it and milk t' make it taste better-"
"Sweet?!" The Saiyans all asked in unison.
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. Last thing they needed was Saiyans high on caffeine.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Bulma, the un-sexual love of my life!"
A way too cheery voice made the group turn to look at who it was greeting them.
"Jean!" Bulma got up and gave the fashion designer a double 'cheek-on-cheek' kiss, and offered her friend a chair.
Goku suddenly became very focused on his food. He was still processing humans, besides Bulma, having seen him mid sex and wasn't ready to look Jean in the eyes yet.
Meanwhile, Broly looked interested at the cup of black liquid that Bulma was sipping. "Does that taste good? It smells kind of bad."
"It's an acquired taste, but humans drink it to help wake up in the morning. It makes you feel less tired, and you can add sugar and cream -No! Again, not THAT type of cream, Bardock- to make it taste smoother." Bulma informed him.
Bardock rolled his eyes but didn't dignify that with a comment.
"Can I try some?" Broly asked his mate.
"Sure! I'll getcha a cup." Goku got up from his seat and went to the empty buffet table to get coffee; the only thing being served alongside hot water pots for tea.
Vegeta really wondered what Goku had inside his head. Giving coffee? TO BROLY?! He didn't say anything, however. This would be a once in a lifetime experience he was not willing to miss out on.
Bulma turned her attention back to Jean, and soon they were giggling like perverted school girls.
Broly, being curious and feeling rather tired, wanted to try, but there was still on question on his mind. "It's not spicy, right?"
Bulma giggled, "no, Broly, I promise. Not spicy at all."
Goku returned with a coffee pot, sugar and different flavored creamers, and several mugs on a convenient tray, "I figured everyone else would wanna try." He shrugged and started serving coffee.
Vegeta simply stared incredulously over Goku's insanity/idiocy. It was one thing to give Broly some coffee, but the entire pack? Well. This would be fun to watch if nothing else.
He simply observed as the pack got started on the coffee.
After a quick guide on how to mix cream and sugar, and a few test runs where the Saiyan in question dumped more sugar in after every sampling, soon all the Saiyans had a cup of cream and sugar with some coffee in it.
"Okay, not gonna lie, it tasted like shit at first, but it's drinkable with all the sugar and cream in it." Said Bardock. "Although-"
Bulma interrupted, "no, Bardock you're not going to pour real cum in it here at the table."
Yamcha choked on his tea. Krillin shook his head. A few others rolled their eyes at the cum craving alien.
"But-"
"No."
Bardock huffed and continued sipping from his mug.
"Hey, this stuff ain't half bad." Raditz commented as he took another sip.
"What do you call this cream again?" Turles lifted one of the creamers.
"Hazelnut. Ya can try the irish cream too. They all have different flavors." Goku informed.
The Saiyans downed their coffee and switched to other flavored creamers, dumped a whole bunch of sugar in their cups, and repeated the action.
Several cups later, they started feeling it. The rush of excitement and hyperactivity.
"'Geeta, 'Geeta, ya want some? Ya should try some. Ohhh, pancakes. I looove pancakes. We should get some, 'Geeta. I think the staff can make some more, 'Geeta. Answer me, 'Geeta-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, KAKAROT!"
Vegeta had avoided the coffee, well aware of the trainwreck it would lead to. Alas, he'd forgotten that Goku would be even more hyper happy than usual, said Saiyan was practically bouncing on his chair.
"Hey, anyone feel like a spar?! Bulma, do you have a place we can spar? I so feel the need to let out pent up energy-" Toma yammered enthusiastically.
"Let's go fishing! We haven't fished in a while and the fish below us are all ripe for catching-" Raditz continued rambling.
Bulma laughed silently at the sight of the hyper Saiyans. "Broly, do you like it?" she asked innocently.
"Yes, I like it. I like it very much. Kakarot, thank you for showing me, and for bringing me here. It's so nice here. I like it. The people are so nice. The food is wonderful-"
Goku gaped a bit at how chatty Broly was, before his own hyper kicked in and soon they were both chatting a mile a minute. It was strangely adorable.
By now, only their tables were occupied, the rest of the guests having finished a while ago and left for other activities.
Suddenly, Broly said something that made the conversation halt.
"I'm horny, can we go have sex?"
"Yeah! That's a great idea, Broly!" Said Goku, as if Broly had simply asked to go on a stroll.
"Ohh, me too! I haven't had a good dick inside me since forever!" Turles said loudly.
"I could do with some sex as well! Then we can all go for a spar!" Toma added.
"Okay, let's go fuck!" Said Bardock in a commanding voice and all the Saiyans, sans Vegeta, rose and stood up forcefully, tipping their chairs over.
The humans simply gaped while Bulma almost shot coffee out of her nose.
The Saiyans practically ran out of the deck-turned-restaurant, tossing a few 'farewells' and 'thank you, Bulmas' back at the table.
The 'Earthling' table and one Prince were left sitting there.
Jean summed up what they were thinking pretty well. "Well… That just happened."
"That's Saiyans for you." Bulma commented.
"Indeed. Dearest, I hate to run but I have a half naked latino beauty waiting for me at the pool. Oh! And don't forget to mention the winner of the wrestling match to your alien friends, I think you can handle them better. Taa, sugarcube~"
"Will do, Jean!" Bulma waved her friend goodbye.
After the wrestling match was over, Bulma had received a call from the judge, aka, Jean, and he had secretly told her who they were going to make into the cover photo for the Saiyans' portfolio. They also planned on giving this Saiyan a special treat after the cruise. Bulma was looking forward to it.
"So what do you have planned for us today, Bulma?" Oolong asked.
"Well, apart from me having to ask the repair men to wait a few hours before going into the Saiyans' room to fix the shower they broke, I was thinking we could have a bit of a free day where you all got to choose what to do. Come night time, we have a little surprise for everyone on board. How about it, Prince? Feel like spending some time together? Just the two of us?"
Vegeta crossed his arms, "as long as we are not going shopping, I do not see why not."
"Well then. I think I'll go enjoy the view at the pool." Said Oolong with a lecherous grin. "How 'bout it, old man?"
"Mmm, yes, indeed." Roshi replied. "There are some nice looking babes on this cruise. Come with us, Turtle."
The old reptile, who was hanging out in his own world, was happy to be included in whatever activity his old friends engaged in.
"Urghhh! Just keep in mind security has permission to make you leave!" Bulma called out to their retreating forms.
"I think I'll ask Eighteen to spend the day with me also." Krillin said.
"I want to check out the stores on this cruise. Last time, you didn't want to do that." Eighteen huffed.
"Sweetie, that's because you keep asking me what I like and we both know that: A. I have terrible taste in clothes, B. I find you hot in anything, and C. Everything is expensive here."
"Did you forget I won a million Zeni last night?" Eighteen said with a frown.
"No, but I've also not forgotten just how fast you can spend even that amount of money. At least let us buy something for Marron first. She's earned it, being so good."
"True, she needs a new bed, how about that one we saw in the-" They started talking about children's furniture and tuned out everyone else.
Bulma watched her two friends bicker with each other over furniture and how they needed something good, but affordable. Her heart was moved and her mind was still devious. "Eighteen, tell you what, I'll lend you my credit card and you can go splurge a bit."
Krillin swore another entity had just entered his wife's body. That or some program left over from Gero had been activated by those words.
"YES! THANK YOU, BULMA! Want me to shag you later? I'd totally do it, fyi."
"EIGHTEEN!" Krillin squeaked.
"You can watch! It's not like it'd be a hardship for you or me."
Bulma laughed and dug into her purse and pulled out a golden credit card. "Maybe later, let's not rule anything out."
Eighteen snatched it faster than a human eye could see. "How about it, Videl? Wanna join?"
"Sure thing!" The young woman grabbed Gohan by his shirt and followed an excited android and a not-so-excited monk to the second deck where all the shops and restaurants were at.
Gohan and Krillin exchanged resigned looks. Both knew their fates were sealed for the rest of the day.
Yamcha scoffed after Eighteen, Krillin, Videl, and Gohan left. "Women. Always thinking about shopping."
Cheelai shot a death glare at the human. "At least I'm not in denial." She mumbled.
Yamcha spit his tea everywhere.
"What about you, Yamcha?" Tien asked. "There's a sparring ring on the third deck. Want to go there for a warm up? Get your ass kicked?"
"Absolutely!" Yamcha finished the rest of his drink and stood up.
After their friends went their separate ways, Cheelai gathered the courage to ask Bulma for something she had been wanting for a couple of days now. "Hey, Bulma. You think you could do me a favor?"
"Of course, hun! What do you need?"
"Do you happen to have one of those... You know, sex toys I could use? I read on a small card in my room that sex toys are available upon request." Cheelai rubbed the nape of her neck.
"Then you'll have some delivered at your room discreetly before night time." Bulma smiled. "Anything in particular you want?"
The green woman blushed, "I-I'd like a big one? Maybe not as big as Broly." She chuckled nervously.
"I'll see what I can find in the storage room." The scientist winked.
"Hngggggg!" Came Vegeta's strained voice suddenly. "They have started-" Was all he said before he pulled Bulma up with him. "Let us go to the suite first!"
Bulma laughed but followed him out of the restaurant, waving goodbye to the two aliens as they parted ways.
Cheelai looked over at Lemo. "Wanna head to the pool?"
"Sure." The old alien replied happily.
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Sex with the pack was one of the greatest activities in the world, Goku concluded as he lay in the ruined nest, supremely satisfied, sweaty, and sticky.
Turles and Raditz were cuddled up together, while Bardock and Toma lazily made out with each other.
"Ahhh, man! I needed that, Broly is amaaaaazing~" Turles stretched out his limbs and let out a whimper.
"Hmmm, I hear ya." Said Goku before a huge yawn nearly cracked his jaw. "Damn, I'm tired though. We barely got…" Goku counted with his fingers, "one and a half degrees of sleep before Bulma and Bardock woke us."
"Would ya've rather I'd let ya sleep and humans walk in on ya?" Bardock asked in a grouchy tone.
"I think he'd like them seeing him. Right, Kakarot?" Was Turles' snide remark.
"Hey, that ain't- I mean, no!"
"Stop lying to yerself and go to sleep, brat.'' Bardock said drowsily.
All the Saiyans were coming down from the sugar and caffeine rush, and the nest was warm and soft, albeit a bit worse for wear from having Broly go Super Saiyan while drilling into Goku. And Bardock. And then Turles.
Goku still couldn't believe his mate was able to remain in control while transformed. Broly had been spectacular, and the Earth Saiyan was very proud of his achievement. They were all closer to moving to Earth and leaving that forsaken planetoid behind.
With that thought in his mind, Goku slowly drifted to sleep. Soon they were all softly snoring.
-
"Woman, you have the worst pillow talk ever." Vegeta groused.
"It's not pillow talk,
dear
. We really need to talk about Yamcha's intervention and how the pack should behave when it happens." Bulma snapped back as she paced the room.
"I just had amazing sex with my Earth mate, felt my bonded mate get impaled by a legendary cock, and you want to talk about that human?!"
"Look, sex alone does not change the fact that you helped break the bathroom. You owe me. Now, I need to discuss some things with you."
Vegeta sighed, cursing Kakarot's flourishing libido.
"Yamcha is in denial. VERY much so. Like, even more than Goku was about being Saiyan, enough said. BUT he's our friend regardless of how he's acted. We need to be supportive and the voice of reason, not attack him for having hang ups about his sexual orientation. I realize that for you Saiyans sexual orientation is nonexistent and holds no meaning to you, BUT, for us humans, it can be a very, very delicate thing. It needs to be dealt with carefully, and I know for a fact that 'careful' doesn't come up much in your vocabulary."
"I suppose not, we Saiyans rarely bother with being careful. It is insulting to the other, and pointless since things would come out in the end anyway."
"Yes, don't I know that. Hell, even Goku has that 'no filter' setting. The stuff he's said because it was true from what he knew…" Bulma shook her head.
"You are still angry he called you 'old'?"
Bulma leaned over the bed and pinched his nipple.
"OUCH! WOMAN!"
Bulma carried on unconcerned. "Point is, we're not dealing with Goku, a Saiyan. We're dealing with Yamcha, and Yamcha is not a Saiyan. He is a human, and we do things differently on Earth-"
"Slower you mean." The Prince grumbled.
Bulma chose to ignore that remark. "…As their leader, you need to tell your pack about this, so that they know to hold back the biting remarks. I fear they've hindered as much as they have helped. If not more."
"How do you mean, woman? They practically rubbed it in Yamcha's face that he loves dick! He now knows he loves dick. That is progress if you ask me." Vegeta leaned back on the pillows, placing his arms underneath his head.
"Well, while Yamcha now clearly has admitted that he likes
Saiyan
dick, he's also more defensive when around the pack. At this point, it's simply a battle of wills, but the thing is, you can't force him to want to be gay. Deep down he is gay, but he doesn't want others to see him as gay and that's what we need to help him with."
Vegeta closed his eyes and damned this cursed species for over complicating the simplest of things. "I swear, getting Kakarot to come around was simpler than this shit."
He took a deep breath to steady his ire.
"Of course!" Bulma said as if it was the most obvious thing. "He is Saiyan after all. Not to mention, raised away from the whole 'straight culture', Muten Roshi's teaching aside. Besides, he's always listened to you, even if he didn't agree at first."
"And was pent up as Hell. Everyone knows he and Chichi barely did anything." Vegeta interjected, leaning up on his elbows again.
"Well, that's because Chichi comes from a traditional lifestyle. She doesn't have the perverted- Or should I say 'liberated' streak I have, that you love so much." Bulma winked.
Vegeta snorted. "That foolish woman. Idiot or not, with his looks, Kakarot could have been drowning in dicks or pussies before I got my hands on him."
"Ohh, you'd have run him ragged if it'd been you he'd ended up with. Or me for that matter." Vegeta glared at her. "Hey, I'm not blind. Also you don't have any high ground when it comes to lusting over someone NOT married to you. Kettle and pot, Prince." Bulma crossed her arms with one hand in the air.
Vegeta sighed and leaned back into the pillow. "What shall you have me do?" The Prince finally relented.
"Simple. Tell the pack to keep all their mean and nasty comments to themselves, you can threaten them with not getting anymore goodies from yours truly, and tell them to leave any questions for after the intervention. We don't want it to be about them learning about human culture, we want it to be about Yamcha accepting himself."
"I doubt Turles will keep his mouth shut. Even IF I threaten him."
"Hmm…" Bulma thought. "Tell him you'll let him be Raditz's mate!"
Vegeta sat up. "NO! Especially not for the sake of that sniveling human!"
"Worth a shot. So carrot or stick, what does he want besides Raditz's dick?"
"Well, he wanted Kakarot before I set him straight."
"Wait- What?! When?!"
"Never you mind, it is also not an option. So stick it is, unless we come up with something else."
Vegeta mulled over the matter for a few seconds. "Bardock ought to know him better, he might have an idea." Vegeta shrugged.
"Then call him, and ask him what Turles wants the most." Bulma grabbed the phone on their nightstand and passed it to Vegeta before he could retort.
-
The phone startled the pack that was still slumbering, they jumped and their tails fluffed out like a scared feline's.
"What is that cursed sound?!" Bardock hissed.
"Oh, man. It's the phone…" Goku covered his eyes.
"You mean an intercom?" Turles asked sleepily as he shook his tail to help get the fur back down.
Broly grabbed a singed pillow and used it to cover his head.
"Sorta, yeah. I better answer." Goku tried to get up from his comfortable spot next to his mate, he really did, but after having his pussy crushed by Broly in Super Legendary form, he could hardly move. Turles and Bardock weren't that better off either. "Uuuugh! Toma, yer closest t' the phone, can ya answer? It's gotta be Bulma, and I think we all know how she'll react if we ignore her. Just grab the thing and hold it up t' yer ear and mouth."
Toma nodded and drowsily shuffled over and grabbed the receiver. He put it next to his head upside down then Goku told him to turn it around.
"Toma here."
-Toma? Where's Kakarot?-
"Kakarot is- He can't get up."
-Ahh, right. Broly?-
"Broly." Toma confirmed.
-Just put your sweetheart on.-
"Okay. 'Dock, the Prince wants to talk to you."
The older Saiyan grumbled. "The Hell does he want?!"
"I don't know, just get over here. He sounds cranky." Toma whispered that last part, covering the receiver with his hand.
Bardock dragged himself out of the ruined nest, muttering curses under his breath at the pain, and limped towards the phone.
Toma handed him the receiver.
"Bardock speaking."
-Bardock, I need you to come over to my room. It is important.-
Bardock arched an eyebrow. "What? Why? I had a hard time walking to this phone thing!"
-I shall tell you when you get here, now move it!"-
"Fiiiine." The scarred Saiyan put the weird apparatus back on the phone base and staggered to his wardrobe to throw a robe on.
"Where ya goin'?" Goku asked.
"The Prince needs me." Was all he said before heading out to the nextdoor suite.
Goku found it weird, but let it go. It wasn't his business and he was still tired and so, so sore.
He snuggled into his already again sleeping mate, pillow still over his head, threw an arm around his broad chest and a leg snaked in between Broly's larger ones.
-
A knock on the door was heard and Bulma opened it. "Bardock! Thanks for coming. We need your help with something." She ushered the Saiyan inside and shut the door.
"What's this all about?" Bardock asked, wincing in pain as Bulma pulled him inside.
Still naked on the bed, Vegeta answered with a question, "what is the one thing we can bribe your clone with."
Bardock found the question odd, but thought about it for a moment. "I know he wanted to become a latcher… Wait. I know! He was devastated when Nappa burned his ovaries. VERY devastated. I overheard Nappa talking about that one time-"
"Excellent. We shall ask the Dragon to heal his body if he behaves." Vegeta told Bulma.
"He had his ovaries burned?" Bulma made a face and touched her belly.
"Nappa said he lost his mind over that. For a Saiyan, not being able to reproduce is even worse than not being able to fight." Bardock informed the blue haired human.
"That's-" She covered her mouth in shock, looking pale.
Bardock nodded. As much as he hated Turles, even he'd felt nauseated when he found out.
"Nappa was a barbarian. But it was his job to be one." Vegeta said, shivering a bit at the thought of not being able to bare cubs.
Bulma composed herself with a few shaky breaths. "Okay, we're giving him those back no matter what, I don't care about his attitude. But let's still offer it, just so he doesn't feel we're pitying him."
Bardock looked at his extended circle. "Yer as clever as they come, Bulma, but… Are ya really giving him those back?"
Bulma looked at him weirdly. "Yes, I mean, it'll be presented like a trade but yes, why do you sound hesitant?"
Bardock looked away.
Vegeta looked at him with eyes far older than Vegeta's actual age. "Bardock, his involvement in you losing a cub does not mean he should not have the right to have a cub of his own." He said solemnly.
The scarred Saiyan flinched.
Bulma's eyes widened before she rose up on her toes and hugged the older warrior. Vegeta was a parent, but he was not a mother, and right now Bardock was a mother who had lost his cub.
Bardock allowed himself to lean into the hug for a few seconds, before he stood back, poker face firmly in place.
"What about Gine? Yer gonna use the dragon- Things to wish for his ovaries to be restored, but what about my mate?" He asked, his facade cracking a bit if one paid close attention.
"Well, good news." Bulma began, "we are allowed two wishes now from the Dragon, so we can wish for Turles to be healed and for your mate to come back. I really can't wait to meet him. However, the second set of Dragon Balls will be ready as well, with Namek having a much shorter year than Earth and you guys said you just used one wish. But I'm not sure if we'll have two wishes or just one. In any case, we'll have more than enough wishes to heal Turles and bring Gine back."
The room almost literally lit up with Bardock's face of relief and gratitude.
"Wait, shall we not need three wishes for all of that?" Vegeta pointed out. "After Namek's destruction, we needed to wish Kakarot's spirit to the checkpoint before wishing him back to life, even if it turned out he was still alive."
"Ohh, right. Hmmm. Even if we just get one wish with the Namekian Dragon Balls, we still have the Earth Dragon Balls. The delay would be just a few weeks perhaps."
"If you must, then please do Gine in one go. I don't want him pulled out of the afterlife to roam aimlessly while we wait for the next set to be ready." Said Bardock.
"Of course, but then we might need to wish Gine with the Earth Dragon Balls then, since the Namekian set will be ready sooner and we don't know if we'll get one or two wishes. With the Earth set, we know for sure we'll get two." She said.
"Turles will likely want the reward as soon as he can and we do need him to agree to this."
Said Vegeta matter-of-factly.
Bardock took a deep breath, accepting the possibility of him having to wait even longer for Gine to be wished back to life. "As long as he comes back."
"Alright!" Bulma clapped her hands together. "So, Bardock, if you can tell Turles-"
"None of that." Vegeta interrupted, "I shall tell the pirate about it, he is- My subject after all. As was Nappa for many years. Like it or not."
"Okay, you guys decide when and who tells him. As long as it's before Yamcha's intervention tomorrow."
Bardock nodded and headed back to his room, albeit slowly.
"And Bardock!" The old Saiyan stopped. "Do keep your mouth shut." Vegeta told him.
Bardock smirked, "not really my style, Princeling, but I'll keep quiet." He exited the door and closed it behind him.
A small sob escaped him before he caught himself, and walked back to their room, both sadder and happier than when he arrived.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Look at this one!"
"That one's cute! And look at this!"
"Oh, you'd look fabulous with that one."
"I HAVE to get that top they had on display."
Krillin and Gohan morously watched as their wives raided the upteenth store. At least they could catch up while the girls did their thing.
"Sooo, Gohan. How are you handling all… This." Krillin gestured around him.
"You mean the shopping? I'm used to it-"
"No, no, I mean your family. How are you handling them."
"Oh." Gohan couldn't help the blush that spread on his cheeks. Memories of his private time with the full blooded Saiyans invaded his thoughts. Also, how needy he was feeling after being introduced to proper anal sex. Videl had ordered a strap-on from Bulma's 'private stash for guests' just so she could satisfy this previously suppressed side of him. Honestly, Gohan was very grateful for all her efforts and acceptance. She deserved anything and everything he could give.
"They're not so bad once you get to know them?" Gohan scratched his head. "They're nice enough, just a bit 'direct', you could call it." The demi Saiyan sweatdropped when he remembered how his dad had pulled Bardock away from Gohan when he'd tried to suck him off with little to no warning.
Krillin snorted. "That's certainly one way to put it."
"Eighteen! Videl! Is that you two?"
Four heads turned and found Bulma's mother standing there, a little swarm of robots behind her, weighed down by her purchases.
"PANCHY!" "Mrs. Briefs!" Videl and Eighteen replied as they paused the shopping to walk over and hug the older woman.
"Gosh, I haven't seen you guys since the ceremony. How are you enjoying the cruise? My little Bulma put so much time into this." The kind and always smiling woman gestured around them.
"It's been great, she really outdid herself." Said Videl and Eighteen nodded next to her.
Panchy smiled. "She's always been good at multitasking, and had a good taste when it came to this stuff. She really got the best of both of us. She even handpicked the stores allowed to sell onboard too, with a little help from myself of course." She giggled, prompting smiles from the other two women. "I take it you're shopping too?"
The android smiled, "indeed, we've been wanting to explore these stores for ages. Is your husband joining you?"
"Afraid not, he's always stuck running experiments on this or that. Even if only mentally. That's why he built me these little guys." The blonde pointed at her little robotic helpers.
"Since I dislike shopping alone, I was wondering if you'd mind me tagging along? You can tell me all about what you've been up to and we can go and get some lunch later?"
Videl smiled eagerly, "sounds great, right honey?"
"Yeah, sounds great." Gohan forced a smile. Videl deserved this and far more and he would not let a little soul crushing ruin that.
Krillin simply sighed in acceptance of his fate.
The women zoomed in on a large table with folded shirts and started digging through the piles.
"Ohh, this one is cute, right?"
"Oh, yes! Do they have one in a size-"
The guys zoned out and settled in on some chairs some kind employee had set out, likely for this exact purpose.
-
"HYA!"
Yamcha blocked a kick aimed at his head. He spun around with his leg held high and missed Tien's torso by half an inch as the triclops threw himself back.
They had gathered quite a crowd as their sparring match became more intense. Tien even noticed a few of the guests placing bets among themselves. He scoffed. He might not agree with everything he had learned from the Saiyans, but one thing was shared between himself and the aliens; humans were an odd lot. Especially this one human sparring with him.
Yamcha had a lot of inner demons Tien just wanted to suffocate, not for his own benefit, but for Yamcha's piece of mind. That night at the nude pool party he had seen how much Yamcha enjoyed getting rammed up against a wall. And bent over a counter. And lain across a lounge chair. And spread open inside the pool…
How could Yamcha be so blind? Why did he have to fall for someone so- So-
Infuriating!
Tien knew that people had different reasons to be in the closet, and Tien respected that fully. But he felt there was a difference between being closeted and being just plain obtuse.
A punch to his jaw dispelled all thoughts of Yamcha as Tien almost toppled over.
"Dude! You daydreaming or something?" The ex bandit laughed.
"Yes, in fact. This fight got so boring I started drifting away." Tien baited his friend.
"Ohoho, you douchebag!" Yamcha grinned at their playful banter and powered up, putting more effort into beating his friend.
The people watching them cheered the two fighters on, but soon, the fighters started running out of stamina.
Tien figured the crowd had had their fun, and he had let Yamcha 'let out some steam'. It was time to put an end to this. With one cleverly placed leg and arm, Tien threw Yamcha on his back and pinned him to the cushioned floor of the ring. He hooked his legs around Yamcha's and gripped his arms far out to the sides. The smaller male tried wiggling his way from under Tien's bigger form to no avail.
Tien started counting down from ten.
Yamcha struggled, rubbing their hot and sweaty bodies together, trying to escape Tien's hold.
"Three… Two… One. Guess I won." The triclops said casually, but his triumphant grin was ever present.
"Fuck!" Yamcha cussed and stilled, looking at his sparring partner's face above him.
Tien softened his features, "hey, you'll get to beat me someday. I've just had more training than you." He shrugged. "I'm confident that you'll get stronger."
Yamcha huffed, but took those words to heart. Then something happened. Yamcha noticed how Tien was not moving. The fight was over, why-?
Tien closed his eyes and ducked his head next to Yamcha's, relishing in their close proximity.
Yamcha blushed as he started noticing the heat from the other's body, his heartbeat, every breath he took, the taut muscles…
"Tien, my man. Get off."
If only you'd let me.
Tien wanted to say. Instead he said, "but mooom, five more minutes."
Yamcha choked on a chuckle, but tried to remain serious. "Really, dude. People are gonna get the wrong idea."
"So let them. To Hell with what they think." Tien nestled his face in Yamcha's hair.
Yamcha tensed, a spike of arousal coursed through his veins but was quickly suppressed. "Dude! Did you just sniff my hair?!"
"No." Tien got up on his elbows. "I was just wiping my sweat off with it."
"Grooooss!" Yamcha laughed awkwardly as his friend stood up.
"Time to hit the showers." Tien held out his hand to help his partner up and Yamcha accepted it.
The crowd dispersed after the two fighters left for the locker rooms. Two older women enjoying their anniversary with this lovely cruise had enjoyed the show immensely. It was like the old martial arts tournaments had come back. The newer ones were rarely as exciting as the old ones had been, in their opinion.
As they rose up, one of them couldn't help herself. "So was it just me or…?"
"Ohh, no," said her wife, already knowing the question. "They wanna fuck like there's no tomorrow. Ahh, young love."
"Thought so. Anyway, lunch?"
"Sure." Her wife grabbed her hand and they headed off.
-
Tien started taking off his clothes as well as Yamcha. This had been a casual routine for them throughout their life and neither had paid much mind to it, until recent events, that is.
After having experienced a real cock, several times, Yamcha was more self aware of his surroundings. More specifically, other males' bodies.
Yamcha saw Tien step into the shower and turn the faucet on, letting a cold spray hit him before the water gradually became warmer. Yamcha hadn't noticed before, or had noticed but shrugged it off, just how built Tien was. His muscles bulged from a strong bone structure. His tall form was intimidating to those who didn't know what a teddy bear he really was.
Just add a tail, take away the third eye and you got a Saiyan.
Yamcha thought.
He stopped in his tracks. Was he seriously ogling his lifelong friend?! A guy?! Yamcha shook his head and stepped into another stream of cold water. The chilling effect would help clear his mind.
God, Tien had felt so heavy on top of him…
Yamcha squeezed his eyes shut. He opened them again and looked to the side only to see Tien turned around, soaping his rippling muscles. The soapy water flowed down his hard chest, his washboard abs, and down to a patch of hair which led to-
Oh, Kami on the Lookout.
Yamcha gulped. He quickly looked away and proceeded to wash himself as well. It wouldn't do for Tien to catch him staring. Besides, Tien was a guy. Yamcha was NOT attracted to guys. He was just too wired up from all the amazing sex he had had with non-male
aliens,
thank you very much.
Having no hair, Tien was done soon after and began towelling himself off, unaware of Yamcha's scrutiny.
Suddenly, they both felt power levels rising, followed by the ship starting to shake.
"What the Hell?!" Yamcha turned off the faucet and stepped away from the shower. "Is that Broly?! It's gotta be! I'd never forget it. I nearly shat myself the first time they fought here on Earth when I felt his power."
The ex bandit grabbed a towel, not noticing a long fluorescent light bulb falling towards him.
"Watch out!" Tien shouted. He grabbed Yamcha from behind and yanked him away just in time. The lamp shattered into a million pieces on the tiled floor, Yamcha's towel lay there among the broken glass.
"HELL-" Yamcha gasped. "Are they sparring too?"
Tien took a deep breath. "No, they're having sex. Their ki is more… Intense, but it lacks the anger and challenge from the first time. It's sex."
Yamcha blushed. Images of the hot warriors humping each other while in Super Saiyan form invaded his mind, and this time, Yamcha couldn't help the arousal he felt shoot down his spine.
Another lamp crashed on the floor.
"They're gonna destroy the ship!" Yamcha shouted as he covered his head.
"Goku won't let that happen." Tien said calmly as he held his friend tighter.
Yamcha subconsciously wrapped his arms around Tien's, hoping to all the gods in the universe that the cruise would withstand their combined power.
They remained in that position until they felt a blast in Broly's ki. It was so strong, the humans toppled over and fell to the floor, Tien still holding onto Yamcha and keeping him safe from the shards on the floor. Glass dug into Tien's back, making him wince.
As soon as the energy died down, the two z-fighters could breathe again.
"Man!" Was the first thing Yamcha said. He couldn't even imagine anyone capable of handling Broly in his transformed state. He must be HUGE!
Tien sighed in relief when it was made certain the ship wasn't going to sink. "Yamcha… As much as I enjoy having you in my arms- The glass…"
Yamcha was too scared to even register Tien's flirt. Instead he quickly got up, minding the glass, and helped his friend up as well. He turned Tien around to assess the damage.
"Dude! You have bits of glass in your skin!"
"Could you pull them out for me?" Tien asked.
Yamcha began carefully pulling out the shards he was able to see. "I can't see the smaller ones, there's not enough light and blood is all over!"
"We can go to my room. I have tweezers there and a first aid kit."
Yamcha nodded, grabbed two robes for them and their dirty clothes, and they made their way up to Tien's room.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
A shy knock on the door alerted the pack. They had been resting in their messed up nest and with no strength to even go downstairs to eat. And that was saying something.
"Raditz… The door…" Goku groaned.
The long haired Saiyan grumbled but got out of bed and opened the doors. He was surprised to see a meek Gohan, blushing like a teenager, standing there with a few colorful boxes of some sort in his hands.
"Gohan! What gives?" He asked his nephew as he leaned against the door frame.
Gohan, already used to seeing his family naked, stepped inside and closed the doors before other people could see Raditz's state of undress. Gohan’s eyes widened when he saw the state their room was in.
"Hey, Gohan." The demi Saiyan heard his dad's tired voice coming from inside.
"H-hey. Just checking on you guys. We, uh, felt some of you power up. Us and pretty much the rest of the guests." Gohan scratched his head.
"Oh, yeah." Raditz chuckled. "Whaddaya think of my new power level?" He struck an intimidating pose. Or tried to.
"It's great- Listen, I know you guys must be very tired, since you didn't come down to lunch, so I thought we could order room service and maybe play a few games?" Gohan lifted the game cases in his hands.
"Room service, yes! I totally forgot that was a thing." Goku facepalmed. He slowly got up from the nest, wincing and groaning in pain, and limped his way to the phone to order some food for the pack.
"So, you think you guys could, I don't know, throw something on while I'm here?" Gohan asked, trying to avert his eyes from the naked warriors.
"Why?" Came Bardock's confused reply.
"Baba, just put some clothes on." Goku told his carrier. He understood Gohan needed time to feel one hundred percent comfortable with seeing them naked.
Bardock smirked. "What's wrong, cub? Ya like what you see? If yer up for it-"
"No, no, it's not that. Just- Please. I've had a long day already." Gohan sighed.
"Urgghh, fine. If it'll stop yer bitching. Honestly." Bardock stretched atop the remains of their nest, cracking a few joints, kissed his mate soundly, and got up to get dressed.
Meanwhile, Goku rang room service and asked for pizzas in the special sized portions Bulma had arranged specially for them, and for a batch of new nest materials.
"So could ya bring fifty- No, sixty pizzas to our room? Any toppings, get creative."
-H-how many?-
"Ya should have a special option for this room, right?" Goku asked, wishing they would just note down the blasted order already, his hips were killing him.
-Umm, ohh, yes. It says 'say-aan'?
- The valet tried to pronounce the word.
"Saiyan, and yes, that's the one. Dun forget, all the toppings ya can think of- Oh! And about twenty four bottles of soda. Just pick and mix some."
"I want cherry~" Turles called out.
"At least one has t' be cherry." Goku said into the receiver.
"I liked that root beer they had!" Bardock piped up, throwing a black tank top on himself and loose, low cut shorts that hung underneath his tail.
Goku sighed. "Hang on." He held his hand over the receiver. "If ya want a specific order, tell me now so I dun have t' change the order after everyone of ya."
"I liked the clear one." Toma said.
"So sprite for ya. Anyone else?"
"The black one- Coke?" Raditz asked.
"Okay, make sure t' include some that are cherry flavored, root beer, sprite, coke, I want fanta…" Goku told the employee, "Broly, how about you?"
"I like the green one." The large Saiyan said.
"And green apple fanta." Goku spoke into the receiver. "Gohan?"
"I'm okay with any flavor, really."
"That'll be all then. Uh-huh. Thanks!" Goku hung up. "Pizza'll be here in three hours."
"THREE HOURS?!" Raditz griped. That was one and a half degree if his math was correct.
"Hey, it's a loooota pizzas. Humans can only eat ONE usually, so they ain't used t' makin' this amount. One pizza takes a bit less than twenty min- Bit less than ten counts t' make." Goku explained.
"What is a pizza?" Broly asked.
"Ohh, it's a great party food. Ya take some dough, flat it out and make a circle, and then ya put on tomato sauce and toppings like little sausages, ham, pepperoni, vegetables… Even pineapple! And then tons of cheese on top. And when ya bake it, it becomes this magic circle of heaven." Goku put on a dreamy face as his saliva glands took notice of the mental images of this delicious food.
A gurgle from Raditz's stomach made Goku stop.
"Ahh, hang in there, 'Ditz. Three hours will pass before ya know it." Goku hobbled his way to the closet, put some loose clothes on and slowly shambled towards the entertainment room, where he carefully sat down on the sofa with a grimace.
After putting some sort of cropped leggings on, Broly sat down next to him, looking concerned.
"I'll be fine, I'm just sore, not injured." Goku reassured him.
Broly leaned in to nuzzle Goku's neck in an apologetic way, purring as he did so. Goku rested his head against Broly's, as a sign of 'apology accepted'.
Gohan joined them on the couch, and sooner than later, the others, thankfully dressed, came into view.
"So what are we doing here?" Raditz asked, as he took a seat at his brother's feet.
"What's this game ya wanna play? I strongly doubt it'll be like in The Games." Asked Bardock, still smarting a bit over having had to put on clothes.
"Well, you play the game on the screen, and you control it with controllers. Hang on, let me get the console." Gohan opened up the small cabinet under the T.V., and pulled out a nintendo switch that was among other consoles. He set up the console and connected two controllers.
"Dad, I kinda need your help to demonstrate, would that be okay?"
"Son, I can hardly move-"
"Dad. You've been in worse shape than this from past battles. You fight against gods, surely a round of Mario Kart won't kill you?" Gohan stated. "Besides, you can use the stick instead of motion. You only have to move your fingers." He pressed on.
Goku sighed. "As long as I dun hafta move, I guess."
"Thank you. Here, I set it up for you." Gohan handed him a controller before he sat down on the sofa too. The Saiyans watched as the screen came to life with weird looking characters.
"Okay, now this is a racing game, you choose your character, your car, and stats like this." After Gohan’s lengthy explanation, father and son had their cars lined up for the first track.
"You can start gassing up before the race, but if you do it too long it backfires."
"Ya need t' start gassing it at the two second mark." Goku added.
The sound of the cars rumbled throughout the room from the surround sound bass speakers.
"Three… Two… One… GO!" Gohan shouted.
The happy music turned more intense as the racers drove off on the screen.
"Okay, so you can see your character on the little screen in the corner, this stick here controls the direction, you can also tilt the controller itself if you prefer that. NOW, pay attention to those boxes." Gohan said as he steered into a large, sparkly box with a question mark on them.
Broly, Raditz, and Turles paid attention to Goku while Toma and Bardock watched their third circle cub. Broly was too fixated on the moving screen to focus on what was being said.
Father and son demonstrated how to get loot from the boxes and how they worked, what happened if you fell off the track, and how to boost using coins.
"Once you get better I recommend trying out how to drift. It can really help." Gohan added after they'd wrapped up the practice track.
"So the objective is to be first." Bardock said, walking to the bar where he left his chewing sticks, and placing one in his mouth.
"In a nutshell, yes." Gohan told him. "And you do that by driving better with a better car, or sabotaging your opponents with loot."
Bardock and Turles turned and looked at each other.
It was on.
Gohan set up two more controllers after asking who was going to try it out. Bardock and Turles were the first ones to snatch a controller from the box, and Toma reluctantly accepted the controller Kakarot handed to him.
"Let's use the practice mode-"
"Screw that! I'm a master at strategy! Give me the REAL deal." Bardock growled with enthusiasm, interrupting the younger demi Saiyan.
Turles shook his head. "I think we've seen enough to know how to use these."
Toma wasn't sure he could even get the car started.
Gohan chuckled at the eager Saiyans. "Alright, It's your funeral."
"What's a funeral?" Broly asked.
"Ehhhhhh, nevermind right now," said Goku, "he just means that they won't win."
The countdown started and the cars took off. Bardock's car dragged on the dirt at the start and took longer to catch up with the others, Turles' car kept bumping into obstacles, and Toma kept accelerating and stopping.
It took a while, trial and error, but eventually, Gohan had three acceptable opponents in the game. Well, two acceptable opponents. Bardock was having a hard time controlling the turns.
The others cheered them on. Gohan won the race by a long shot, Toma came in second, followed closely by Turles, and Bardock finally reached the finish line in last place.
"So, Bardy, where's your overconfidence now?" Turles chuckled.
"BEST TWO OUTTA THREE!" Bardock shouted.
"I think it's fair for someone else to take a turn." Gohan suggested.
"Take mine, 'Ditz." Turles handed the controller to the long haired Saiyan.
"Broly, do you want a shot at it?" Toma asked his cub's mate.
"I'm not sure I should." Broly answered.
"Yer fine, big guy. With all that pent up energy released, ya'll do fine." Goku encouraged the larger Saiyan.
Broly gulped and accepted Toma's controller. He was so scared he might break it.
"Here, let me help ya put together a car." Goku said as he told Broly what to pay attention to and which buttons did what.
Broly's car was finally done, and since he was new, Goku turned on smart steering. "Now, dun worry about the controller, okay? Trust me. Bulma can buy enough t' fill a swimming pool."
"Let’s go alreadyyyyyy!" Bardock griped.
Soon the counter appeared and the race began. And once more, Bardock arrived last. Even with Broly's careful driving, the scarred Saiyan lost the race.
"FUCK! BEST THREE OUTTA FIVE!"
Goku chuckled at his carrier, and took the controller from Broly. "Okay, baba, yer against me too."
Bardock growled as the beeps started. He took off, and missed a curb, falling off the bridge. The small cloud picked him up. The next lap came and he missed his turn again.
"THIS CLOUD IS FUCKING ANNOYING!" He barked.
Raditz chuckled as he passed him again. "Only if ya fall off~" Raditz quipped.
"FUCK YOU!" Bardock yelled.
"Later, 'Dock, right now I am…" Raditz passed the finish line, "beating ya."
Very soon, everyone else had done their three rounds, only Bardock was still zigzagging around on the course, clearly in last place. Again.
Bardock cussed in their native language as the scoreboard came up.
Just as they were about to change players, the door to their suite slammed open and a very loud, very upset voice startled the Saiyans and demi Saiyan.
"KAKAROOOOT!"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Like a demon from Hell, Vegeta emerged in the archway to the entertainment room. His furious eyes landed on Goku like a ton of bricks.
Goku pushed himself further into the couch.
'Ohh, no. Did I fuck while Vegeta was busy again?'
He wondered as he stared stiffly at the royal's pissed off form.
"TAKE. THE GODSDAMNED. BEAN.'' Vegeta demanded angrily as he threw something hard enough to leave a small bruise on Goku's forehead.
By reflex, Goku grabbed it as it bounced off his head. In his hand lay- "A SENZU BEAN!" Goku looked at the green legumin. "'Geeta how did ya-" He stared up at him.
Vegeta snorted, "as if I would go anywhere with you lot without them. Fights aside, you are a magnet for trouble, Kakarot. Do not bother denying it!"
Goku looked away. He kind of did have a point there.
"Now fucking EAT IT so I do not have to feel like someone shoved this ship UP MY ASS!"
Goku chewed and swallowed the bean without thinking twice, and soon enough, his body was recovered. A dual sigh of relief escaped them both.
"Hello?"
A strange voice came from the main room.
"Oh! That must be the pizzas!" Goku said as he got up and trotted to the main entrance.
"Pizzas. You ordered-
PIZZAS?!"
Vegeta seethed.
The whole pack sniffed the air.
"Ohh, damn, that smells good!" Said Turles before jumping off the couch and running towards the main room, the pain from having a legendary cock inside him forgotten.
"Please, come in- Um, ignore the mess." Goku stepped aside so the servers could enter.
Five humans carrying boxes came in, and another one pushing a dolly stacked with soda caddies followed. The boxes were set down on the table while the employee bringing the drinks unloaded the small platform. The aroma coming from the pizzas helped mask the room's sex smell, but the humans still rushed out as soon as they could. They didn't even ask for a tip. Goku shrugged and closed the doors.
"Turles, help me take a few sodas t' the entertainment room." Goku asked the pirate.
Turles grabbed a caddy and followed Goku carrying a stack of boxes to the other room where hungry Saiyans waited for their meal.
Several pizzas later, and several games later, the Saiyans finally had content stomachs, even if Vegeta did steal a box or two. They all agreed that it was worth putting up with humans if only they could eat pizza everyday.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, and now they all prepared for the final round on the gaming device.
"The final round will be between Kakarot and myself." The Prince stated, much to Bardock's displeasure.
The scarred Saiyan hadn't been able to win a single race and was very frustrated at the moment.
"I need cock." He grumbled while taking a slice of pizza. "Toma?"
"We're about to witness an epic battle between two of the most powerful beings in the known universe, and you want us to miss it?" Toma asked incredulously.
Bardock bared his fangs at his mate and took another bite of the cheese covered delicacy. "Fine! I like pizza more anyway."
"Surely you don't mean that." Turles purred.
"It's a close call." Bardock shrugged and finished his slice.
-
About half an hour later, Gohan sat on the floor of the former entertainment room.
He'd just wanted to play some games with his dad, 'new dad', and the pack in general. Was that so much to ask?
He looked around the room. Bits of pizza clung to every surface. The switch lay discarded on the floor, and the controllers that had survived had been scattered to the winds. Furniture was pushed away or toppled over and there were charred spots on the floor and walls from ki blasts. The expensive looking, shaggy area rug was beyond trashed. How had it come to this?
Right. Vegeta and his dad mixed with Mario Kart. In hindsight, a recipe for disaster.
It had started out okay, both of them snipping and taunting the other a bit, but in a friendly, competitive manner. They had teased while assembling the karts, each of them arguing about how to best build one.
It was after this, the first trouble began.
Vegeta had made a snide remark and Goku, in retribution, had picked, of all courses- The Rainbow Road.
The presented challenge was written all over Goku as loudly as the 'challenge accepted' almost being screamed from Vegeta's body language. From there on, it was a roller coaster drop into a surefire disaster.
Gohan looked around at the rest of the pack, all of them standing around the room with a 'well, fuck' air to them. From the main room, one could hear grunts and moans after the pack, mostly Bardock, had asked- Read: demanded- That they go fuck it out or fight outside.
Goku had all but tossed Vegeta out into the main room where they now occupied the remains of the nest.
With a sigh, Gohan decided to try and straighten up the room, and the pack awkwardly followed his example. Gohan learned then that cleaning up a room while listening to your dad getting fucked was an excellent occasion to reflect on how you got to this point in life.
After the cleanup- And weren't ki burns so much
fun
to clean off the walls- Vegeta and Goku had finished 'making nice' with each other, and now lay in the ruined mattresses, catching their breaths. A familiar knock on the door called their attention and Goku got up from the 'nest'.
"Hey, Bulma." He said before opening the doors.
"Ohh, shiiiiiiiiit-" Was all Vegeta had time to think.
"Hey, Goku. How did you know it was me? Did you smell me- OH, MY GODS!" Bulma all but screeched when she saw the state the suite was in.
Goku tried to explain everything that had happened, and drops of sweat made their way down his face with every twitch of Bulma's angry eyes.
"I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! I WAS WITH VEGETA WHEN IT HAPPENED! Do you have any idea how much explaining and apologizing I'll have to do for my guests?!" She yelled.
The Saiyans in the former entertainment room gathered in the main with guilty expressions on their faces.
"Sorry, Bulma, we just-"
"You couldn't even clean up?!" She gestured wildly towards the demolished nest.
"We tried but-"
"But what? You got horny again?!" She looked pointedly at her husband's nude form in the nest remains. "And open the goddamn windows! It smells like someone shot a porn in a pizzeria!"
"Well…" Goku felt like a five year old getting scolded.
"Seriously, Son. I'm happy you're blossoming into a young Saiyan, free when it comes to sex, but I feel you're starting to overdo it. A lot!” Here she sighed and rubbed her forehead with two fingers in exasperation. “ Well, at least the nest material is already stocked up. So it should be easy to-"
Gohan chose that moment to drag out a large bag of garbage from the entertainment room.
"Hey, Bulma, how are you?"
The whole pack froze, as did Bulma.
A smile that was so fake-sweet it would have given them cavities (if Saiyans could get those), stretched across Bulma's face.
"Son. If I were to go into the other room, what would I find?" She asked in a far too calm voice.
"Ummm, I- We- Vegeta…" Goku flummoxed.
"Because surely you would not be so brazen as to ruin the ONE. REMAINING. ROOM, RIGHT?!" Her voice had grown in volume steadily as she spoke.
"Well- Vegeta and I were playin’ this video game, and things miiiiight've gotten outta hand-"
The infamous Briefs temper barged onto the stage at this point.
"That's it." Bulma growled, not unlike a Saiyan warrior. "All of you,
OUT.
I'm having this whole room remodeled. You can go- Go- Hang out at the pool or something!"
All the Saiyans, even Gohan, despite having nothing to do with the state of the other two rooms, nodded furiously.
The Saiyans quietly changed into their swimsuits, while Gohan quickly slipped out of the room and Bulma made her way into the other room. A loud scream made the hearing sensitive Saiyans recoil.
The pack's survival instinct kicked in and they knew it was best to hurry and get as far away from her as possible. As they made it towards the exit, however, Bulma stopped them.
"Hold it right there! I came to tell you all that there's a special event happening at eight p.m. on the main deck, where we had breakfast this morning. BE HERE. IN THIS ROOM. AT SEVEN ON THE DOT. You guys are wearing something special for the occasion and these garments you'll be wearing take time and professionals to put together."
Nobody dared groan less they attracted ire back at themselves. They just mumbled subdued 'okays' and 'yes, Bulmas' and made their way to the main pool on the lower deck.
"Damn, she's scary when she wants to be." Turles commented.
"You would not expect it from just looking at her, would you?" Vegeta said.
"Well, I wouldn't have expected it from Gine either." Toma shared.
Bardock nodded. "Gine might've been much nicer all around than most Saiyans, but when he did get mad, Goddess preserve whoever had caused it."
"He had this wicked way of throwing knives at Saiyans who wanted to shoplift a package of meat." Toma shivered.
"It's a miracle I never got scalped." Raditz touched the top of his head.
"You were his cub, even if you did have sticky fingers.'' Toma said, matter of factly. "Others were less fortunate." He continued, remembering some of Gine's bullseyes on certain body parts.
"One time, Gine straight up chopped a shoplifter's tail in half! Left him with a stump tail." Bardock smiled nervously at the memory.
Vegeta silently reflected on how Kakarot's personality suddenly made more sense. When the Earth Saiyan got mad, he got MAD.
"Gine went for quality rather than quantity when it came to being vicious." Bardock said with a lopsided grin.
Goku smiled at his parents' memories. He couldn't wait until the Dragon Balls were ready to use again.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The pack arrived at the pool where they immediately spotted Roshi and Oolong catcalling the female pool users.
"You shall get thrown out, old man." Vegeta snapped as the pack made themselves comfortable in and around the pool.
Goku nodded towards the pool and Broly followed him, more confident now that he could see other people swimming calmly and without any worry on their faces, only smiles.
Vegeta grabbed Raditz by the hand and led him to two empty lounge chairs where they could catch some sun and chat.
Turles was busy catching the eyes of several onlookers, and absolutely preening at the attention.
Toma and Bardock sat on the edge of the pool, observing the strange creatures that lived on this planet, and also catching up. Bardock told him about these ridiculous notions humans had about breasts and public feeding. Toma just shook his head in disbelief.
"Okay, Broly. Ya think yer ready t' tackle the deep end?" Goku asked his mate.
Broly put on a determined face and nodded, letting Goku guide him towards the other end of the pool.
"Hey, guys!" Cheelai waved at them. Broly smiled at his friend and Goku waved back. Lemo also came by and greeted his Saiyan friends.
"How's it goin'?" Goku asked.
Cheelai gasped, "oh! The strangest thing happened earlier today. The ship started shaking and this- This green aura enveloped everything! I thought it could be an Earth phenomena, but the way people were screaming-"
The savior of humanity sweatdropped.
"Oh, really? That's odd." Goku scratched the back of his head and chuckled.
Lemo simply looked at him. "Look, I know it was you guys, so stop that. And while I don't care about what you do out of my sight, I do politely ask that you don't sink this ship because you get horny, okay?"
Goku hung his head down and nodded.
"Wait- Was it…?" Cheelai looked towards Lemo, Broly, and Goku, finally settling on Broly.
"Seriously, Kakarot, how do you keep messing up stuff just by fucking?" Turles teased, sitting on the pool edge nearby.
Goku turned towards him, face red with embrasement. "Oh, shut up, Turles. Ya were there too. It ain't me who started it with goin' Super!"
"No, but you did join. Very willingly, I might add. Did you enjoy Broly's Legendary Super Saiyan dick inside you?" Turles asked, kicking his legs in the pool and sipping his drink.
"HEY! Ya kept it goin' too. One round woulda been all if not for you two!" Goku pointed accusingly at Turles and his carrier.
"DON'T YA POINT AT ME, BRAT, OR IMMA WHACK YER TAIL OFF!" Came Bardock's angry voice.
Goku put his hand down, he'd forgotten how rude it was to point among Saiyans. "I'd like t' see ya try." Goku stopped. Where did THAT come from…?
Bardock rose up, cracking his knuckles.
Goku hunched down automatically. He might be a lot stronger, but his instincts knew better than to go against his center.
"Let's not be too hasty, love. Remember, Kakarot IS bonded with Vegeta." Toma tugged gently at his mate's tail.
Bardock made a 'tch' sound and looked at his mouthy cub again. Seeing the submission, he begrudgingly sat down again.
"Still, it ain't just me who caused it." Goku insisted stubbornly.
"So has Broly learned to control his powers? You think we can move here now?" Cheelai asked enthusiastically.
"Ehehehe, I wouldn't call it a victory yet. He still got a lotta practice t' do, but he'll manage soon." Goku said that last part as he looked at Broly. The larger Saiyan smiled back.
"Fantastic. That Vampa place has been on my nerves for a while." Lemo said, "it can't begin to compare to the beauty on this planet." The older alien swam away to continue with his exercises. Before all the Frieza mess he got himself into, in his younger days, he would often swim on his planet as a means to tone his body. He really missed it.
Cheelai heard Videl and Eighteen calling her over from the chairs. They had planned earlier on getting together at the pool to catch some sun and gossip. "Well, they're waiting for me. Better go back, see you guys!" She waved at Goku and Broly and swam back to the Earth women, who she had become very fond of.
"Well?" Eighteen asked as Cheelai lifted herself out of the refreshing pool.
Cheelai smiled and reclaimed her place between the two curious gals. "Yep! It was totally Broly who went Super while 'mm-mm' Goku."
"I knew it!" Eighteen smiled.
Videl blushed, not wanting to picture her father-in-law in that position.
"The moment I felt the ship shaking, I knew it was them." The android placed her sunglasses back down and sat back to relax. "Whenever shit goes down, it's always them, one way or another."
"I'm just glad Gohan didn't turn out to be so… You know, like them."
"Oh, I don't know, Videl. He went pretty wild at the pool party that time." Eighteen said while checking her nails. "Boy's got a hidden side to him."
Videl choked and blushed, but said nothing. She'd started seeing more of Gohan's unusual tastes, but as long as she was included or in the know, she accepted it. That was not, however, the same as blurting it out to Eighteen, the gossip queen.
"We both went a little wild that night, and let's leave it at that, Eighteen." The young mother settled on saying.
The android pulled her shades down and winked at the human, making her blush.
"We all had fun, why get hung up on details? I'm just glad the ship is in one piece." Cheelai concluded.
-
"Just look at them…"
Vegeta pulled Raditz back by the hair when the larger Saiyan sat up to look at where Vegeta was looking.
"Can you not be less obvious!" The Prince snapped.
"Hmm? Ya mean the females?" Raditz asked quizzically, rubbing the sore spot on his scalp.
"They just cannot keep their noses in their own business."
"Well, to be fair, neither could 'Dock, or Turles, for that matter, and YOU are minding their business too."
Vegeta blushed a bit around the ears. "That- That is not the same!"
"Noooo, eavesdropping ain't the same as gossiping, yer right." Raditz said with a smirk.
Vegeta cuffed him upside the head for that one. "Shut up, smartass."
"So ya can hear them better?" Was all Raditz said before immediately getting off the chair until he wasn't within prince-size arm's reach.
The Prince growled at his husband and mate, and when the royal neglected to retaliate for that sassy comment, Raditz arched his eyebrow. Vegeta made a 'come hither' motion instead, and Raditz cautiously inched his way back.
"Oookay, this is unlike ya, Vegeta." He said as he sat down again next to his mate.
"I must talk to you, tell you something." Vegeta explained. "On this planet, there is a special chamber. Remember where we arrived before going on the cruise, the floating palace place?"
Raditz nodded, vaguely recalling the whiteness and serenity of the place they had teleported to and that bizarre character, Mister… Pop? Poppy? Raditz remembered this being staring deep into his soul. A chill ran down his spine at the memory.
"In this palace called 'the Lookout', there are different rooms. I wish to spend time with you in the Time Chamber, away from the pack, and everything else. Spend time with you. Just you."
The long haired warrior blushed. "Shucks, Vegeta, wontcha get tired of me?"
"Never." The Prince leaned in to give him a quick kiss.
"Get a room, you two!" Oolong called out from his chair.
"We are
trying!"
Vegeta shouted back at the pig.
He turned his attention back to his mate. "The thing is, Raditz, this chamber is special in that time moves differently."
Raditz looked mighty confused. "Huh?"
Vegeta smirked. "It is in a different dimension. One Earth cycle out here, is one. Whole. Earth. ORBIT inside the room."
Raditz looked gobsmacked.
"Kakarot and I have often used it to prepare for upcoming fights, and… Other things, but the point is- We can spend a long time inside, but in reality, just a few hours will have passed.
I tell you this because, while I do not put that much stock in human customs, they do have one that I like.
"After a wedding, the mates usually escape to a remote location for what they call a 'honeymoon', where they basically screw each other silly for weeks at a time. I want that with you. I have already had one with Bulma when we got hitched and- Well…" Vegeta trailed off, and looked at the pool, needing some distance after laying his heart out like that, so he was slightly startled when his face was cupped and hot, insistent lips met his own.
Vegeta was not one for public displays of affection in front of strangers, but in this moment, he really didn't give a damn. Let them look. And feel jealous.
Raditz pulled back, eyes lit up and his body almost bursting from desire. He grabbed Vegeta's hand and practically dragged him towards the resting beds in the nearby VIP area.
They ignored their friends' catcalls thrown their way. It was fine. Vegeta would get even with them later.
-
The older couple, in reality very young for a Saiyan, watched as Goku taught Broly how to handle the water.
"Look at those two. They remind me of us when we first met. Officially." Toma said fondly.
"HA! I still can't believe ya did that in front of the King and the Elders. And then ya fucked me right on the banquet table!" Bardock guffawed. "Ya shoulda seen their faces."
"Hey, I was about to lose the sexiest piece of tail on the planet to His Majesty, and I knew that my dick was the only solid memory you had of me!" The tanned Saiyan justified his less than proper actions.
"And then we had to play matchmakers for King Vee and his mate- What was it- Sakinuya?" Bardock arched his eyebrow.
"Oh, wow. That was quite the adventure. I was trying to get you pregnant every step of the way."
"I was on my heat back then, wasn't I?" The Commander said fondly.
"You sure were. Your entire team wanted a piece of you and I even knocked Toteppo out cold." Toma laughed.
Bardock smirked. "Gine was so mad at us.
'We're on a mission', 'stop acting like first timers', 'the King's future depends on us'."
Bardock mocked Gine's voice.
"Well, Gine was always a bit more… Reluctant about sex than most Saiyans." Toma mused in remembrance. "I remember when I finally got you pregnant I almost bit Gine's hand off when he tried to get near you. You were building your nest, remember?"
"Gods, yes, right in the middle of the Snow Mountains. I swear ya guys drove me up the wall. It was like having cubs already."
"And then we had our first precious, little cub…" Toma said in a sad voice.
Bardock leaned his head on his mate's strong shoulder. "I miss them, both of them. So fucking much." He said silently, turning his head into Toma's shoulder.
"Hey, we have the orange balls though, right? We can wish both of them back to life!"
"I want Gine first. He deserves to be there before we get our baby back."
"Didn't Kakarot mention we can get two wishes or something?" Toma turned to bury his nose in Bardock's hair.
"About that, there's something I need to tell ya, come with me." Bardock uttered and stood up.
Confused and curious, Toma followed his mate as they left the pool area.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The two Saiyans located an empty storage room and entered carefully to avoid knocking over the pool supplies. Bardock sat on a lone chair, while Toma leaned on a wall.
"So, what was it that you wanted to tell me? Can- Can they not do it? Kakarot said-"
Bardock stopped him. "They can, but when is the issue. Ya remember how I was called over to Vegeta's room earlier?" Toma nodded.
Bardock gave a recap of the conversation he'd had with Bulma and the possible outcomes to when they could get their circle members back. Toma was crestfallen. He was so looking forward to getting Gine back as soon as possible, and maybe have their cub revived with the other wish.
"All this to keep Turles quiet because of a human's sensitivities? Don't our wishes have more importance?" Toma asked.
"Hey, we're lucky to get any wishes at all." Bardock huffed. "We've done little to deserve such treatment. Besides, they have two sets of those wish balls, so it won't take as long as you fear."
Toma nodded. "Kakarot doesn't know about Cumber being brought back, does he?"
The scarred Saiyan shook his head.
"I'll talk to him before the balls are active.
Truth is, I've barely talked to him about our cub, only once to explain why Turles and I didn't get along- Among several other reasons. It was just… Too much." His eyes grew distant as he lost himself in memories of happier times.
"Hey." Toma walked over, pulled Bardock up, and hugged him. "It might take longer, but we'll get them back, okay? We just need to hang on."
Bardock nodded into his chest.
"We've a chance to see them again, unlike most others who lose someone." Toma continued.
The couple stayed there for some time, seeking refuge in each other.
"Hey, 'Dock?"
"Hmmm?"
"Thank you, really."
Bardock looked up at him, confused. "For what?"
"For choosing this planet for our cub. Without it, or him. Well…"
Toma had a point. This planet, while it had messed with their youngest cub, had also kept him safe and granted them the chance to be a full circle again. They stood there in silence. Neither of them felt like moving for a while.
"So, um… 'Dock?"
"What?" Bardock wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer.
"Do you know when it was that Bulma wanted us to meet?"
"Oh, shit!"
They both rushed out of the room, neither of them knew if they were late already.
-
Time passed and the pool goers slowly started leaving towards their rooms. Bulma had sent out special invites to everybody's room for a mysterious event that night, and anyone who was to attend needed to dress snappy.
Raditz and Vegeta had headed to their suite early, Bulma had told them to be in her room before seven. Turles had (finally) grown bored of all the attention he was getting from the humans and had made his way to the pack room after seeing that the other warriors and Goku's friends were leaving too. He didn't want to be late and cause Bulma to have another tantrum.
So it was that the pool area cleared out, the sun was setting in the horizon, and two oblivious Saiyans, plus a few other guests that weren't going to go to the event, continued enjoying the water.
"Broly! Yer in the deep end!" Goku clapped.
The large Saiyan stopped doing the breaststroke and floated in the water, looking around. He hadn't even noticed that he had swum away from the shallow end and was now swimming confidently in the side he feared. Broly smiled and swam back to where his mate was sitting at the edge of the pool.
"Hey, check out that sunset." Goku pointed at the reddened sky. He pulled Broly up from the pool and they both walked to the ledge of the cruise, watching the beautiful scenery of the sun painting the ocean.
Goku had seen this view several times and in different settings, but for Broly, it was a breathtaking picture.
"Are the sunsets here always like this?"
"The scenery changes. In some places it's too foggy t' see, or some have mountains that cover the sun before it gets the chance t' touch the horizon, but when yer at the ocean, yeah, they're often like this."
"It's… Out of this world." Broly used the words Goku had taught him, making the older Saiyan smile.
The warriors stayed like that well after the sun had disappeared and now stars were adorning the night sky.
"How do you tell time?"
Goku was put aback. In all this time, he had never taught Broly how to read a clock. "Well, ya usually use a clock, or just look at the sun. In fact, they should be serving dinner soon."
"We need to get dressed before dinner, right? Like Bulma asked us to?" Broly looked at his mate.
Realization punched Goku in the gut as his heart dropped into his balls. "OH, CRAP! BROLY! We need t' head back! I completely forgot! Bulma's thing- She'll kill us!"
"I would never let anyone kill you." Broly said in a serious tone.
Goku made a sound while trotting in place, and grabbed Broly's hand. There was no time to explain to his mate what that expression meant.
They ran back to the suite, looking more like blurry gusts of wind than flesh and blood people. Goku quickly opened the doors to reveal nobody was there, although the room had been fixed.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." He had never cussed so much in a non sexual situation before. Well, there was that time when Vegeta had breached him-
"Ohh, we are dead! Ya'll have t' wish me back, Broly. I'll miss ya."
Broly was much more calm. He walked over to the table and saw some colorful outfits lying neatly on top.
One was green and had a colorful image of something on the back. The other one was orange and had a similar design.
"Are these what we're supposed to wear?"
"KIMONOS?! Bulma wants us t' wear KIMONOS?! Oh, nooooo." Goku grabbed his hair.
"Ya need help puttin' these on and I dun know how. Chichi always did them for me." He whined.
"Let's try. At least we can show up if we can wear them, right?" Broly reasoned.
Goku sighed. Broly clearly had no idea of how pissed or crafty Bulma could get when wronged. If one looked up 'Hell hath no fury' they'd likely see a picture of Bulma. Or his ex wife. Broly did have a point though. His ass was already in hot water. At this point it was just a matter of how much.
"Okay, let's try this, maybe we get lucky."
-
While Goku and Broly wrestled with their garments, the event downstairs had already started. Jean proudly walked onto the small stage and tapped on the microphone. Guests sat at small tables positioned throughout the lower deck lit with dim lanterns. As they recognized the designer, some clapped at him and whistled.
"Ladies and gentlemen and other genders, my name is Jean de la Roca, intimate designer by trade, and I'm happy to announce that we have something exhilarating prepared for you tonight."
Cheers were heard from the crowd.
"Bulma has put together a rambunctious video, introducing the new hit models of the twenty-first century! Now, this video is just a taste of what will come soon, and I assure y'all, you'll be swept off your precious little feet.
"The video here was shot a while back, and as luck would have it, the stars are here on this amazing cruise with us! We'll be showing several categories of clothing. Keep in mind this was the first show our models ever did, but talent, and good looks-" Here, he winked and the crowd giggled. "-Will always shine through. So without further ado, I'll hand over the reins to the brains behind the operation and our host; the always lovely, Mrs. Briefs!" Jean handed over the mic to Bulma while the crowd applauded.
"Thank you, Jean. Hello, everyone. First off, thank you for being here tonight. I know you're all curious to see the show, so I'll keep this short. What you are about to see is not only the first fashion show featuring some of Jean's designs for the next season, but also the very first fashion show featuring extraterrestrial models!"
The guests cheered uproariously.
"Yes, yes, most of you know about Saiyans from the speech I gave when I announced our wedding, but for the rest of you, Saiyans are males on the outside, hermaphrodites on the inside, and wonderfully relaxed about nudity and sex. More info will be provided afterwards since I think I've stalled long enough. So everyone, I hope you enjoy this historical moment. Thank you again!"
The crowd clapped, some stood up and shouted gleefully as Bulma stepped off the stage. Yamcha groaned and placed his face on his hands. He knew exactly what was coming. Honestly, he had expected to see drop dead gorgeous girls, but NOOOO. It was 'Saiyans this' and 'Saiyans that'.
"Come on, Yamcha. I don't want to be here either, but we're supporting Goku and his family- Pack, whatever." Krillin elbowed his friend. "Besides, I thought you'd
warmed up
to the Saiyans lately," he added.
"Hey, that's not-!"
"Shhhh!" Came a voice behind them.
Yamcha closed his mouth and sank into the fancy but far too fragile looking chair they'd set up.
The technician started running the video on a huge white canvas that had been placed behind the stage.
A deep voice came from the tall speakers. Fog erupted from behind the screen, adding an eerie ambience to the setting.
As soon as the fog had settled, music began beating, and colorful lights painted the whole audience.
-Freak Out-
Some guests started tapping to the beat as the video started playing. Lewd images of the alien warriors started flashing. It showed them strutting down the catwalk in sexy outfits, made even sexier by their alluring demeanor.
Yamcha turned beat red when he saw Goku wearing a black and orange skirt, high heels that would annihilate anyone's back, and a shirt that read 'Butt Slutt'. His nose bled when Goku crouched down and lifted his tail, giving everyone a perfect view of his ass, and- Did he just lick cum off his fingers?!
"Goku owes me big time after this!" Krillin muttered, hiding his face.
"Lighten up! He's sexy! If you got it, strut it!" Eighteen yelled in Krillin's ear over the music.
"And I'm happy for him, I just don't need to see it, at least not see sooo… Much!"
For the sake of appearances, Gohan had to hide his face, as soon as his father appeared on the video.
"Cheer up, Gohan. Not everyone has a dilf for a father!" Videl called out while smiling.
Gohan wanted to die. Still keeping up appearances, he replied, "lucky them!"
Images and sounds kept ravishing the spectators' senses. The stars of the show were seen posing in many different outfits.
The crowd gasped and roared when Broly came out and his outfit ripped from the seams when he flexed his arms.
Yamcha nearly fell out of the chair, before he caught himself. He heard the subtle thump that might've been someone else actually falling to the ground, but with the music he couldn't be sure.
Krillin felt very small… All over, when confronted by that sight. Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed his own. He looked down and found Eighteen's hand clasping his, thumb stroking over the back of his hand comfortingly, despite her never looking away from the screen. He smiled and squeezed back in gratitude.
Cheelai was whistling loudly and calling out as memories from the fashion show came back to her. It was a good thing Lemo had decided to sit this one out. He had said Goku would surely understand.
Tien was actually impressed. He never had seen these civilization-destroying creatures with eyes other than acquaintances, or in Goku's case, friends. Now, seeing them wearing these outfits, he was beginning to see why even Yamcha wasn't able to resist their charms. He noticed even Oolong couldn't take his eyes off the screen.
Master Roshi sat in his chair, drinking a beer, and watching his prized pupil on display. "Goku, you have made me proud in every aspect." He muttered to himself. "I wish you happiness in all of your discoveries and adventures that are yet to come."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The video ended showing all the Saiyans posing in their lingerie outfits. On cue, fireworks illuminated the night sky, as the majority of guests stood up to applaud the presentation.
When the crowd had settled down, Bulma took the stage again. "Jean de la Roca, everybody. Give this wonderful man a hand!" After the spectators settled down from their roaring applause, Bulma continued. "Well, that was the sneak peak, everyone. I hope you enjoyed it and are eager to see more in the future. And now, for the best part! Honey, come up and bring the pack with you. Let's give our stars a round of applause!"
Vegeta's tail fur stood on end, but the woman had made him promise not to show his bloodthirsty side tonight. He nodded for the pack to follow him. The whole pack, minus two, made their way back out onto the stage where they lined up behind Bulma. The blue haired woman noticed that the pack was incomplete and she seethed on the inside, but rolled with it.
The crowd clapped and whistled at them and the striking picture they made. Turles predictably went full diva and struck a pose, Raditz tried showing off his muscles through the kimono, while the rest grit their teeth and tried to smile.
Bulma waved for the applause to die down. "Thank you. However, I'm afraid that's all we'll be seeing tonight, but to those of you staying for the afterparty, we'll be with you soon. For the rest of you, again, thank you so much for being here and helping us with our 'R.F.H. foundation'; the first rainbow foster home for teens and young adults that have been kicked out of their homes for being part of the LGBTQ community. I remind you that all funds collected on the cruise will be donated to this cause. But for tonight, please enjoy the buffet and bars, one hundred percent on the house!"
The crowd gave an uproarious standing applause after which, people started packing up to leave. Bulma and the pack walked off stage.
Jean intercepted Bulma before she could go backstage. "Bulma, dear, I couldn't help but notice-"
"Yes, I know they're missing, and yes, there will be reckoning." Was all she said.
Jean wisely left it at that.
-
Goku and Broly ran down the stairs, jumping more than several at a time. Goku didn't want to go at his full speed in fear of ruining his getup. He had tried, lords, had he tried, but kimonos were a very involved attire to wear. There was nothing simple about them.
The powerful warriors finally arrived at the aft and Goku felt his heart was finally able to beat properly. Everyone was either enjoying drinks at their tables, or mingling.
"Oh, good, the gatherin' is still on. I just hope Bulma didn't notice we were late." Goku rubbed his face. Broly smelled anxiety rolling off his mate and he offered a comforting hug. When they separated, Goku took a deep breath. "Might as well join in for whatever remains of the party."
Goku reached out with his ki and searched for his family. Once he found them, he took Broly by the hand and made his way through the crowd. A lot of people were staring at them, oddly enough. Did everyone know they had been late? Had he screwed up the kimonos too obviously? What was going on?
"Hey, that's butt slut!" A patron said while pointing at Goku.
Goku made a face, "butt slut- Wha?"
"Oh, my god, he IS as huge as he looked in the video!" Another one commented.
"Could you imagine the size of his 'you know what'?"
Goku bared his fangs at the people ogling his mate. It was one thing to share Broly with the pack, another to even share him with his friends, but these-
Strangers
had no right to be eating him up with their eyes. They didn't deserve him. They were nobodies!
Goku shook his head to dispel the darker thoughts he was having.
Damn, the bond with Vegeta was really starting to take its toll. Goku wondered if there was a way to shield himself from the influence of it…
"There you are! Finally decided to honor us with your presence, eh? You missed the whole show." Turles snapped. He and Vegeta were avoiding the crowd while Bardock and Toma were being harassed by a group of fans. Further away, Raditz was happily feeding off the attention he was getting.
Goku ignored him. "Hey, guys. Where's-" He visibly gulped, "-Bulma?"
"She is entertaining guests at the moment." Vegeta replied. "You have some serious grovelling to do later on, Kakarot."
"I'm so sorry," Goku groaned, "we lost track of time! The sunset was so beautiful and Broly had never enjoyed one t’ the fullest before-" The young Saiyan felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and he was pulled against a strange smelling body.
"Hey, babe, you were wack on that video. I'd like to get more acquainted with you. How about we go to my cabin for some privacy?" The voice whispered in his ear.
Goku squirmed a little to get a better view of the stranger hugging him.
"Uh, video? Um, no thanks." Goku chuckled. "I- I have a mate, ya see, and-"
"I assure you we can have some nice fun under the sheets." The human insisted.
"No, really, I-"
"Hands off him, maggot!" Vegeta growled.
The stranger looked at Vegeta's stature and laughed mockingly. "And what are you going to do, pintsize? Let your boyfriend decide who's the bigger man and choose for himself."
Turles had to bite his tongue not to laugh. The human snaked his hand down to Goku's ass and squeezed a round, firm cheek, making Goku squeak. Before Vegeta could explode in a seering aura of pure, unrestrained rage, another Saiyan beat him to it. With a growl, Broly picked up the much smaller human and threw him overboard. The intruder let out a high pitched scream and broke the ocean surface with a loud splash.
"MAN OVERBOARD!" Was shouted from the crow's nest and the lifeguards immediately took action.
Vegeta watched with sadistic glee as the semi-conscious transgressor was hauled back in the boat and taken to the clinic.
"Oh, my god- You just yeeted that creep off the boat!" Came a familiar laughing voice; Yamcha and some others approached the commotion.
"Well done, Broly." Vegeta said with pride. The large Saiyan beamed.
"Wait, what happened?" Cheelai asked as she joined her friends.
"This dude thought he could just feel Goku up right in front of his boyfriend!" Yamcha laughed.
Goku frowned and straightened out invisible wrinkles in his kimono. "Broly ain't my boyfriend, Yamcha. He's my mate. In human terms, he's my spouse."
"Psh- Well, you didn't get married
here
,
so technically, he's just your boyfriend." Yamcha crossed his arms.
Eighteen walked up to him with her fist at the ready.
"Eighteen, honey, calm down-" Krillin nervously tried to stop his fiery wife from killing his dumb friend.
"Hey! So that just means Goku and Broly should get married here as well!" Videl said loudly, trying to stop the incoming, one-sided battle. At least it stopped Eighteen.
The android turned to the human and stared. "I get to pick Goku's dress."
Goku blushed furiously. "N-now wait a minute-"
"If you get to do that, I get to choose the theme!" Videl countered.
The two women started throwing wedding ideas at each other, much to the discomfort of the rest.
"SON GOKU!"
A loud, angry voice interrupted Videl and Eighteen's 'perfect wedding' planning, and they all turned around to see an angry Bulma stomping towards the Earth defender.
"Oh, boy…" Goku wanted to hide inside his kimono.
"WHY WERE YOU TWO NOT HERE IN TIME?!" Bulma screamed at him. She couldn't well blame Broly. Poor thing probably had never seen a clock before.
"I- We- The sun! It was-"
"Easy, Bulma. Goku just said he was going to marry Broly so they could be recognized as spouses among humans. Give him a break." Eighteen informed the fuming scientist.
Goku floundered, "I NEVER SAID-"
"He did? Son! When were you going to tell me this?" Bulma completely changed her demeanor and ideas started formulating in her head. Vegeta and Turles were quietly enjoying Kakarot's predicament. They just needed popcorn.
The spiky haired Saiyan tried to explain, "Bulma, I swear, this-"
"He proposed to Broly earlier today. On his knees and everything." Turles added more wood to the flame. Vegeta barked out in laughter.
Goku rounded on the pirate and was about to tell him to shove it, when Bulma turned him around and hugged him.
"Oh, Goku! I'm so happy for you two! I need to make plans for your ceremony, where will it be held… Oh, my god, what food shall we serve…" Bulma, lost in her thoughts, forgot all about why she was angry at Goku.
"It's official, then. I'm having two father-in-laws!" Videl said enthusiastically.
Goku's jaw fell.
"Two father-in-laws? What's this about?" Gohan walked up to the group and asked, having missed the previous events. He handed Videl her drink.
"Thank you, dear. Your dad is getting married!" Videl told him.
Gohan spat out the liquid he was swallowing.
"Marron is going to be the ring bearer." Eighteen said proudly.
"Honey, please…" Krillin tried to keep this from escalating even more.
"Saiyans do not wear rings." Vegeta commented.
Bulma was still muttering to herself. "The bridesmaids will have beautiful dresses…"
Goku closed his eyes. He was about to lose it.
Just then, Bardock, Toma, and Raditz made their way back to the group.
"I overheard yer gonna get married, Kakarot?" Bardock asked his cub.
"Wait- What?" Raditz stood in shock.
"HAWAII! THE WEDDING WILL BE IN HAWAII!" Bulma shouted.
"ENOUGH!"
A loud voice silenced the group and some of the guests that were near them.
One Namekian warrior, having caught the group's attention, decided it was time for him to intervene. He had heard the entire conversation from a distance and if Goku wasn't going to put a stop to it, then he most certainly would.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The gang watched as Piccolo took his place next to Goku. "You are all a bunch of selfish assholes. You pretend to know what Goku wants when Goku has been trying to stop your planning of his personal life for the last ten minutes! You didn't even bother to listen to him. You start building his life for him in what you think would be best for YOU and not him, instead of asking Goku what HE would like to do. This isn't a Build-a-Bear workshop! This is Goku's personal life and he can very well decide for himself what path he wants to travel with his life partner! Right now you are all taking advantage of his far too nice nature that keeps him from speaking up. He already got married once because of pressure. Stop trying to force it again, especially if you're all going to design it according to your preferences. You have the audacity to call yourselves his friends."
The group looked down at their shoes.
"So
you,
stop fanning the flames." He looked at Turles. "And Bulma, you stop mentally picking out table cards or whatever. You've had two weddings of your own to design already. IF Goku wants one, let him have a say in it. As of right now, the next one who forces the issue will be the one to tell Chichi. Maybe THAT will cool your eagerness."
The group collectively gasped. Piccolo was right. While Goku and Chichi had separated and were no longer living together, they had never officially divorced.
Goku looked up, speechless, at the green alien who'd just said more in one minute than in their whole friendship. He suddenly grabbed Piccolo and hugged him.
Piccolo choked on his words as his friend clinged to him. "HEY!"
"I know ya hate this and I'm sorry, but I'm so happy yer my friend. We'd be screwed without someone sane."
Bulma was so touched by the scene, she started clapping, a few others followed with more subdued applause.
The Namekian was able to pry himself away from the Saiyan and ignored the sounds coming from the others.
"Wow, you really put us in our place, Piccolo." Bulma winked. "I didn't know you had it in you. You could be a lawyer."
Piccolo sputtered, before regaining his ability to talk. "I've more or less become the babysitter of you lot." He grumbled.
"Same difference, really." Bulma said with a laugh. She looked at Goku and laid her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I got carried away, Son. It's your wedding. So you get to decide."
"Oh, thank you, Bulma, but the thing is… I ain't proposed t' Broly." He said, scratching the back of his head.
"Wha- But-" She gaped before she looked around. "TURLES!"
Everyone looked at the now empty spot where the pirate had been standing just a few seconds ago.
"Say what you want about him, but he knows how to pick his battles," said Vegeta.
Goku laughed, glad the tension was gone.
"What's a Build-a-Bear?" Broly asked.
"Don't ask." Piccolo replied with a shudder.
Goku decided to tie up a loose end. "However, Bulma, IF we do get married, ya'll of course be a part of it." He told his oldest friend.
"Of course." Bulma waved him off. "You'd be lost without me, Son." She added with a wink.
"And Kakarot, next time just punch the creep yourself. Far easier than having all this mess happen." Vegeta huffed.
Goku sweatdropped.
-
After the whole life lesson from the Namekian, the group went back to enjoying the party. The guests of honor were being constantly interrupted by their newest fans. Goku politely turned down petitions for an autograph, Bardock kept scaring others away, Raditz and Toma were awkwardly signing sheets and papers and napkins, not really understanding why these humans wanted their names -They wouldn't even be able to understand their written language.
The Saiyan that was getting the most attention, however, was Broly. He was the most popular 'future model' among the pack. Some buff guy even asked to arm wrestle with him. Goku immediately shook his head, but Vegeta wanted to see this human humiliated for daring to compete with a Saiyan, and their fans kept spurring them on.
One sprained wrist, dislocated shoulder, and broken table later, the man ruefully headed to the onboard clinic. Goku simply gave Vegeta A Look, as he tried to comfort Broly who felt bad about accidentally hurting the human. Broly had tried to be as gentle as possible. The only plus side was that no one else was stupid enough to challenge Broly again after that.
Turles had re-emerged from his hideout and was now soaking up all the attention, flirting like there was no tomorrow.
Bardock shook his head in disdain. "Why do ya egg them on? Yer not even gonna go to their rooms."
"Oh, it's just too much fun to get their hopes up~" Turles purred as he was given another room number. "Also, you never know what you might need. Besides, it'd be rude to refuse them." The pirate waved back to the couple who gave him their number. He turned to his look-alike and made his eyes go big and innocent.
Bardock simply glared at him but left it at that. It wasn't his business anyway. He then felt someone gently pulling the hem of his sleeve and turned around. He was met with a group of four older females. The oldest one looked like she was about to keel over.
One of them, the boldest one with a rich accent and brown hair, leaned up to him and asked seductively, "so, handsome. What do you get up to in your free time?"
Bardock bared his fangs at the female and growled. "I suck dick."
There was total silence aside from one of them choking on her champagne. The two others started to laugh until Bardock legitimately thought they'd die from it, and Bulma would get pissy again.
"Heheh, tough luck, Blanche."
"Oh, shut up, Dorothy." The bold one snapped at her friend.
"He'll suck any cock on the planet- Well,
our
planet." Toma commented as he slung an arm around his angry mate.
"Is that so? Well, we can't help you there, but we'd loooove to hear more about your planet, right, girls?" Blanche asked her friends.
The other three nodded, one of them still coughing a bit from her champagne encounter.
"And about how much ya suck dick." Said the oldest one.
"MA!" The tallest one reprimanded.
"Whaaaat. It's honest to god curiosity."
"Ain't got no problem retelling stories of my earlier days, but I've sucked dicks taller than you, shorty." Bardock told the oldest female as they made their way to a table.
"And I've taken them larger than you, scarface!" The old woman replied.
"MA! Please, show some decorum!"
"Ohh, read the room, Dorothy."
Toma smiled at the four females. The oldest one was a sure firecracker.
-
Suffice to say, the Saiyans met a lot of colorful characters that night, some more colorful than others. They had drinks, swayed to the music, laughed, flirted… All in all, it was a pleasant night. However, the Saiyans were getting a bit tired of the same scene.
"So, Goku. What does it feel like to be a celebrity?" Krillin asked his friend.
"A-
Ahem-
Celebrity?" Goku had to clear his throat when the monk said that. Surely he was joking…
"Face it, you guys are famous now, and it'll only get worse from here. You'll have presentations, interviews, late night shows, fan letters, stalkers- Well, not that you guys need to worry about those twisted creeps."
"Just what happened while we were late?" Goku asked his best friend, more than a bit concerned.
"Oh, right. Bulma showed a video of you all doing some fashion show. Also, you owe me big time, Goku. There are some sides of you I didn't need to see." Krillin replied.
Goku missed the last part as realization punched him in the gut for the second time that night. The fashion show in the cave. Bulma had mentioned it at the reception, but Goku had totally forgotten about it. Oh, gods…
Krillin noticed Goku turned a pale, sickly green. "Hey, hey, buddy! Calm down. I didn't mean to scare you. Bulma will most likely hire agents to settle most of those things."
"It ain't that, Krillin. The reason why we kept quiet after Cell was t' avoid all that! I dun know how t' handle that popularity stuff!"
"Ageeeeents." Krillin made jazzhands. "Goku, trust me. There is no way Bulma would let YOU guys handle the P.R., in any form. In fact, she'll want you as far away from it as possible when she's not there to do damage control. So relax."
"It's easy for ya t' say, Krillin. What about Chichi? If she ever sees me doin' that sorta thing…" Goku dropped his face in his hands.
"Well… You might want to stay on that other planet for a while." Krillin joked to ease the tension.
"That's yer advice?" Said Goku in disbelief.
"That and tell her about getting married again, right there. Get it all over in one go, you know?"
"My kids, Krillin! What about Goten? She could take him away from me!"
"Goku, I know you dislike this, but all you have to do is go up to the King, show him your childhood photos, tell him you beat King Piccolo, and they'll toss Goten to you in a heartbeat. She'll be out of the picture for good."
Goku rubbed his hair bangs back. It wouldn't be so easy. All of his belongings were in his former home, in any case. "But I dun want Chichi not t' be able t' see him, and vice versa. I dun want Goten t' go through all that mess."
"Then get visitation rights, or shared custody. That way you can visit as much as you both want."
Goku still looked nervous. "I dun want him t' see us argue, and Chichi- Well…"
Krillin knew what he meant. Chichi was typically very vocal about her opinions. "Tell her that you shouldn't be yelling in front of the kids. Hopefully, she'll respect that."
"That'll just make her madder." Goku said, resigned to his fate.
"I'm afraid those are the options, unless you take full custody and she visits instead."
"I can always threaten her for you." Eighteen suddenly sidled up to them.
"She won't back down." Goku replied without missing a beat. "She slapped Buu, for Kami's sake! Ya won't scare her."
"Yeah, and she got turned into an egg. One would think that’s an easy lesson to learn. Anyways, my offer stands." Was all she said before heading towards a waiter with a platter of drinks.
Broly smelled his mate's anxiety rise again from where he was standing near them, talking with some eager young adults about his life on a deserted planet. He left the group, apologizing, and went to Goku's side.
The questioning look was not lost on spiky haired Saiyan. "It's okay, Broly. Just some things I need t' figure out."
"Look, Goku, there isn't really an ideal solution to this, but Bulma has the best lawyers you can buy… So all of them. She can help you get it sorted out. And Vegeta, HA! I hate to admit this, but he cares for you. He would sooner blast Chichi to the fire dimension than let her hurt you in any way." Krillin tried reassuring his friend.
Goku smiled a small smile. "I would like for my cubs to still have their mother alive after this, so probably not go that route. But maybe Bulma can help."
Krillin scoffed, "Bulma's the smartest woman alive, I'm
certain
she can help."
"I hope yer right, Krillin. I hope yer right."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Bardock, Toma, and Turles returned to the main group after handling their latest 'fans'. The Saiyans seemed both exhilarated and exhausted.
"Took you long enough." Vegeta griped.
"Whatever. We met these very nice and refreshing old women. Ya'd have loved Dorothy." Bardock commented.
"Hmph. I do not 'love' humans just because they are nice and refreshing." Vegeta said mockingly.
"I'm surprised ya chatted for so long, they musta been interesting." Raditz grinned.
"Rose and Kakarot would hit it off well, I think." Toma said mostly to himself.
"Sofia's a hard-nose! If i'd met her while in space, I'd have offered her a spot in my crew." Turles jested. "She might not have any strength in combat, but she makes up for it in attitude. She even pinched my ass before we left." The pirate rubbed the sore spot. She'd one Hell of a pinch for her age and species.
"I tire of being here." Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. "Catering to all these humans…"
"It won't last forever, Vegeta." Raditz sighed. He too had become tired of humoring every fan that came up to him.
A young, slender man approached the haughty Prince. "Sir, m-may I have your autograph? You were just amaz-"
"NO, YOU MAY NOT!" Vegeta shouted, scaring the poor human to death.
Toma, risking his life, stepped forward and laid his hand over Vegeta's mouth. "He means not right now, but thank you."
Vegeta was about to rip his fingers off when Toma said one word. "Bulma."
Forcing himself to be calm with the self control gained from living among idiot humans and one idiot Saiyan for years, Vegeta got himself under control. "I do not do autographs." He gritted out.
"I'll be happy to sign my name for you." Turles, feeling bad for the frightened guy, snatched the booklet he was holding and scribbled his name on it.
The human gave a nervous smile and turned tail. Vegeta just rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hey, guys! How's it hangin'?" Goku approached the other members of the pack.
"Hanging?" Raditz asked, confused by the phrase.
"I mean how's it goin'. So many people have wanted to meet us. At least Broly's not bothered by it." Goku rubbed his wrist. He'd never had to sign his name so many times and he'd won the largest martial arts tournament on the planet. Some brazen people had even asked him to write his name on- Parts of their body. Goku had politely declined.
"Well, Turles here is having the time of his life," Bardock informed, "Vegeta loves scaring people away, and I don't blame him, and Toma is-"
"Missing your mouth on me." The tanned warrior interrupted as he hugged the Commander's waist.
Bardock groaned. He wanted this party to be over with so he could spend quality time with his mate.
"Where's your darling?" Turles asked when he noticed Broly wasn't there glued at Kakarot's side.
"Oh, he's gettin' t' experience fame for the first time in his life. I just came over t' check on ya guys. I'll head back soon before all the new people overwhelm him."
Just then, a waiter came with glasses filled with pink liquid with little umbrellas in them. "From the ladies over at the bar." The waiter informed them as he placed the tray down on their table and left.
Goku smiled at the women waving at them. Turles waved and accepted his glass.
Raditz grabbed a cup and tasted it. "Mmm, these ain't bad. They need stronger alcohol though."
"Don't they all." Bardock groused.
Vegeta ignored the drink. "Kakarot, you need to get us out of here. Convince Bulma that we have done our part and wish to leave this nightmare!"
"Are ya crazy? I ain't exactly her favorite person right now. Try Turles, they seemed to hit it off."
"You're joking! I love it here." Turles said evilly.
"Yer her husband, you talk t' her." Goku told the Prince.
Vegeta sighed. "I promised the woman we would be here until the end. I- I underestimated how taxing human fans can be."
"Well that was yer mistake." Goku spoke out of turn, making Vegeta growl at the insolence. "Ya know she'll never let ya off the hook early. Especially since Broly and I were late, AFTER we messed up the room."
"Why did you have to lose track of time?" Vegeta asked in a resigned tone.
"Why do ya have t' be antisocial?" Goku countered.
"Kakarot, I am very social with MY OWN people. Not these pestering fools!"
"It took ages before ya wanted t' be social with me." The Earth raised Saiyan frowned.
"Well," Vegeta smirked, "I believe I have made up for lost time, do you not agree?"
Goku blushed a bit, which didn't go well with his orange kimono. "'Geeta, not here." He said, looking around.
"Oh? But I thought you liked an audience, Kakarot." Vegeta said smugly.
"Shhhhh! Can we not talk about… THAT here?" Goku's eyes shifted and looked for anyone who might've heard.
"Fine." The Prince said in a friendly way.
Far too friendly.
"How about like this then? Just imagine it, us finding a nice little corner, me pressing you against the wall, lifting your kimono up, sliding inside you, mounting you on my dick and fucking you where anyone might hear you or walk in on us, seeing you moaning like a whore, seeing how much you crave cock."
Vegeta's voice rang in Goku's head, smooth and alluring. The younger Saiyan blushed fiercely, but his breeder gave a little clench from the mental image.
"Hey, guys. I hate to interrupt yer bickering, but we've had someone staring at us for the past three counts." Bardock interrupted their secret conversation.
"Well, we better focus on the party if we cannot leave anyway. Right, Kakarot?"
Vegeta smirked.
Goku gave him a look and turned to see what his carrier was talking about. A few meters away, a small japanese woman was trying (and failing) to hide her interest in their outfits.
"I wonder what he wants." Toma asked no one.
"I think that's a 'she'." Raditz corrected.
"Probably just seeing how fabulous we look." Turles said, sipping his fruity drink.
Noticing that she'd been caught, the woman tried to turn away and pretend she hadn't been staring.
"Stop that. We already saw you, just tell us what you want." Vegeta barked out.
The woman, looking very embarrassed, turned back around and stepped a bit closer. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Please accept my apologies."
"Dun worry about it." Goku, ever the gentle soul, assured the human.
"I did not ask for an apology, I asked what you wanted." Vegeta retorted, thankfully not in an overtly angry tone.
"'Geeta! Would it kill ya t' be nice?" Goku snapped at the prince.
"We shall never know~" The royal sassed.
Goku rolled his eyes, before looking at the very uncomfortable human. "Please ignore him, he's cranky. What brought ya over here? No one will get mad, promise. Did ya want our autographs too?" Goku asked with his trademark smile.
"Oh, no. You see- Oh, where are my manners. My name is Kaori Higurashi."
She bowed in the traditional greeting. "I'm an Ikebana artist by trade. That means I make flower arrangements. In fact the ones you see in this room are my work, and… Another one of my interests are kimonos, so when I saw yours I just got a bit… Distracted." She looked down at the floor, obviously embarrassed over being caught essentially gawking.
The Saiyans all glanced down at their kimonos involuntarily.
"They are very well put together, except yours." The woman looked at Goku.
"Oh, yeah, my mate and I did the best we could. I'm no expert." Goku chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
"That is what happens when you are late, Kakarot." Vegeta remarked.
"Can we stop focusin' on that? I was late because we got distracted. There." Goku crossed his arms.
"Well, you still managed somewhat. I'm guessing you have worn them before?" The japanese woman asked.
"Yeah, but I had help there too." Goku informed her.
"Yes, but you still get a small idea of how to do it. The rest is practice." Kaori said.
"Thank you. Also, the arrangements are really pretty."
The petite female smiled gently. "Thank you. Most people think it's all about matching the flowers based on colours, but it's also a matter of sending the right message, or vibe."
The pack looked confused.
"Message?" Asked Raditz.
"Why, yes. Every flower has a certain meaning, you see. A feeling, a concept, a personality trait. You need to make it all come together in harmony depending on where and who it's for." She clapped her hands together in excitement. "I tend to get swept away when talking about it so bear with me, but would you like to know the ones on your kimonos?"
The Saiyans looked at each other.
"Sure, I'll bite." Bardock shrugged.
"I'll go get Broly." Goku quickly left the group and headed over to where his mate was now starting to look a bit uncomfortable, surrounded by admirers.
One woman was even not subtly squeezing Broly's bicep from where she'd laid her hand on his arm.
"Uhhh, hehhe." Goku gently removed the woman's hand from Broly's arm. "Sorry, guys, but I need
my mate
for a moment." He pointedly looked at the woman who had her paws all over his life partner.
The woman looked like she wanted to pout, but restrained herself.
The smaller Saiyan took Broly by his hand and the tall warrior followed, relieved to be away from the crowd. Humans talked so much and the touching felt a bit weird, but Broly didn't know enough about this species to know if it was normal or not.
Goku chuckled, feeling his mate relax. "Looks like I came t' get ya just on time."
Broly nodded his affirmation and let the spiky haired Saiyan guide him towards the table where their pack was gathered.
"Okay, Kaori-san, this is Broly. Broly, Kaori-san. She made the flower arrangements and she wants t' tell us about the flowers on our outfits.'' Goku pointed at the flower on Broly's kimono to help illustrate what he was talking about.
"So these are called… Flowers?" The bulky Saiyan asked.
Kaori looked flabbergasted.
"Dun mind him, he grew up on a desert planet with hardly any plants." Goku hurried to explain.
"Ohhh, you poor dear! Flowers help brighten our surroundings so much. I can't imagine…" She trailed off. "Apologies, I got distracted. Who would like to go first?" Kaori asked, glancing around the table.
"Seniority rights-" Bardock began.
"To Hell with your seniority rights, Bardock!" Vegeta interrupted. "You stole the shower from me, so I get to go first!"
Raditz rolled his eyes. "Here we go again…"
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"Ya were too slow, that weren't my fault." Bardock argued.
"You had HIM-" Vegeta pointed at Turles, making the pirate's tail bristle, "-help you!"
"Actually, I just wanted to see your face when-"
"Do not push your luck with me, pirate." Vegeta growled, his hand curled up into a tight fist.
"Guys! Just for once can ya behave? Do I need t' get two chairs again? Right here in front of the humans?" Goku began getting annoyed.
"You would not." Vegeta said in a dangerous tone.
"Oh, I would. I ain't got nothin' t' lose." Goku countered. "YOU, on the other hand…" He trailed off, looking at Vegeta.
Vegeta let out an undignified sound. "FINE! I shall… Not fight with the whore, for now. But I still go first and he goes last."
Feeling like he'd bribbed one of his cubs with a cookie to go to bed, Goku simply nodded in an almost non condescending way.
"Hey!" Turles snapped.
"Turles- Chair." Was all Goku said before the pirate huffed and crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, Kaori san. They tend t' get a little rowdy. Please tell us about Vegeta's outfit." Goku apologized for his clan members.
Still unsure about the strange company she found herself in, Kaori looked over Vegeta's Kimono. "Hydrangeas- The flower of the rain season. Their symbolism is pride."
"Hmph!" Vegeta smirked. "I told Bulma to choose a dignifying flower for myself. She did not disappoint. She left me the task of choosing yours, however. I shall allow the flower expert to explain them."
'Mostly because I cannot remember them',
he thought to himself.
"Aptly chosen." Bardock snorted. "Okay, how about mine?"
Kaori glanced over him. "Hmm, this has a dual meaning. The Edelweiss flower that grows high in the alps. It represents courage and/or power."
"Nice," Bardock replied.
"Should've made it a dick," Turles commented from further down.
"Pardon?" Kaori was sure she'd misheard.
"Nothing. Never mind them." Goku said before giving Turles a light kick under the table.
The renegade jumped slightly and looked over at Goku, mouthing an 'ow' at him.
Toma, ever the kind soul, stepped up. "What about mine?"
Kaori looked at the flower on his back. "The Pansy. Although the name has gotten a more unfortunate meaning, it represents thoughtfulness and caring."
"Well, that ain't untrue." Said Bardock before kissing Toma's cheek. The tanned Saiyan laid his arm around his mate in response.
"Indeed." Kaori smiled. "Who's next? How about you?" She nodded at Broly.
"Alright." Broly turned around.
"Oh, the White Rose. Triple meaning; innocence, silence, and devotion."
"Hot damn, ya did good with these, Prince." Bardock said. "He rarely says anything, barely knew about anything, and the devotion… Well."
They all looked over at Broly who leaned down and put his head on top of Goku's. The spiky haired warrior blushed a bit at the implication, but slid his tail around to join with Broly's all the same.
"Not like it was hard. Broly was making doe eyes at Kakarot since the first time they
'trained'."
Vegeta remarked.
"Got him hooked from first fuck? Way to go, cub!" Bardock smirked at his third born.
"BABA! Not here!" Goku snapped, hinting at Kaori who politely acted as if she'd heard nothing.
"How about we handle yours next?" Kaori asked Goku, eager to move onto another subject.
"Oh, sure." Goku smiled in expectancy and showed Kaori his back.
"The Red Poppy, the symbol of fun loving." Kaori stated with a smile.
"That is him, indeed. A large cub." Said Vegeta.
"'Geeta, not everyone can be grumpy all the time." Goku groused.
Vegeta opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Raditz interrupted. "Me next!" He said, brushing his hair further back to show the flowers on his kimono.
"Hmm, the Sunflower. The symbol of summer. It means respect, passionate love, and radiance."
"Well, my brat is sure passionate." Bardock smirked.
"And I can attest to that." Bulma's voice suddenly came from behind the group. "Hey, guys. What are you all up to? Hey, Kaori san!"
"Oh, Bulma san, I was telling your friends and family what their flowers symbolized." Kaori informed.
"Oh, yeah! I had their kimonos tailored to represent them. Vegeta helped me out on that part." Bulma turned around and showed off the flower on her kimono. "Mine is the Tiger Lily. It means wealth!" She turned back. "Not just money but also family. I'm the richest person alive thanks to my family." She brushed Raditz's hair behind his ear.
Vegeta harrumphed.
"Oh, don't be jealous, you." Bulma walked over to the prince and gave him a peck on his forehead.
"Woman! You know how I feel about you kissing me in public!" Vegeta complained.
"You don't seem to have any problem kissing Raditz." She winked, making Vegeta blush.
"THAT- That is not the same!"
"Alright, you all had your fun. What does mine mean?" Turles turned around and showed Kaori his kimono.
Vegeta was not the type to freeze up unless faced with something truly horrific, but this time his mind did hit the break button when he remembered what he'd picked for Turles, ages ago. About to interrupt, he was saved by an unexpected ally.
Kaori had taken a glance at Turles' purple and yellow outfit after turles had almost demanded it.
"Let me see… Ohhh… Bulma san, I just remembered, I need to talk to you about some… Details on the arrangements, yes! Could we go talk privately? Excuse me, gentlemen." Kaori bowed quickly and gently pulled Bulma away.
"Umm, okay, sure. Be right back, you guys." Bulma called out as she allowed herself to be pulled away from the table.
"Well, that was… Odd," Toma scratched his cheek.
"Is she okay? " Broly asked.
"I think so, but somethin' was off." Goku responded.
Vegeta pointedly looked down at the table. When Bulma had asked him back then, he and Turles hadn't made their truce yet, and he now felt a bit uneasy over what he had chosen to represent the pirate. Bulma had asked him to choose among a list of flowers and their meaning, and being petty and wanting it over with as soon as possible, he had picked a less than nice meaning flower for the renegade.
He hoped that Turles never learned what it meant.
"Hey there! How's the fame treating you?" Krillin came over to the group of Saiyans.
"Oh, ya know. It's…" Goku began.
"Tedious." Vegeta said.
"Agreed." Turles said while stretching. "Even I'm getting bored of the same thing over and over."
"Well, good news then, I suppose." The monk shuffled his shoes.
"Out with it." Vegeta snapped.
"Oh! It's nothing really. Me and the team are headed for the dance floor. They're having karaoke tonight, and I thought it might be a new thing for you-"
"We are leaving then." Vegeta stood up.
"Wait, ya sure, 'Geeta?" Goku asked.
"Even karaoke is better than being hounded by these incessant humans."
"What is karaoke?" Asked Toma.
"Just wait and see." Vegeta replied.
"Ominous." Was all Toma said as they rose to follow the short and bald human.
Krillin led the way to the upper deck where all the others were waiting.
"Hey, Kakarot," Raditz whispered to his brother, "what is this 'karee-oky' thing? Is it painful?"
"Hehehe, only when it's Krillin's turn. It's mostly bad singin'." Goku explained.
"Umm, then why are we-"
"Because it's fun-bad singing." The shorter Saiyan replied with a smile. "But a word of advice, use earplugs since these things are made for humans." Goku joked before leaning against Broly's large body and joining their hands as they passed another group of fans gawking at Broly's large form.
The other Saiyans overheard and were suddenly not too keen on this new activity.
"Do not dare to think about leaving." Was all Vegeta said as if sensing their reluctance. "If I have to suffer through this, so do you."
"You're the one who agreed to this." Grumbled Turles.
"I promised Bulma we would participate in the afterparty until the end. It is this or all the
faaaans.
" Vegeta declared, emphasizing the last part.
"Urgghh. Damned if you do, damned if you don't." Bardock huffed.
The group soon joined the rest of the gang, it seemed like they all wanted to partake in this activity. Everyone was there except Piccolo- Lucky him. Goku looked around; Bulma wasn't here either, but he was sure she would join eventually. Bulma wouldn't miss this for the world. Yamcha was already on the small stage, singing to a familiar song, while the others sang along with him, or just listened.
"Hey, dad! Glad you could make it." Gohan greeted his father.
"Yeah, we had t' get away for a bit. The guests were gettin' t' be too much, what with the autographs and questions and gropin'…" Goku sat down in the booth next to Gohan's while the rest of the pack took their seats in the round seat or chairs that had been placed close to the stage.
"That sounds… Horrible." Gohan took a sip of his beer.
"It is! One guy even started grindin' against me before Broly threw him overboard!"
Gohan's beer went down the wrong pipe and he coughed to try and clear it out. "What?! Broly did what?" He wheezed.
Just then a new song started up and Goku's reply died in the face of it. The pack settled down to try and enjoy this new thing, and after a few seconds of listening to the singing, they realized there wasn't going to be much enjoyment. Still, it was slightly better than being the center of attention for the whole night, if one could tune out the offkey singers.
"I need to be drunk for this." Bardock said with an aghast expression on his face as the next participant started singing.
"Good luck with that," said Vegeta.
"I'll see if they have absinthe at the bar." Turles offered as he got up from his chair.
He made his way to the counter, but before he could place his order, he happened to see that flower human talking with a couple. Seizing the moment and still curious to know the meaning of his flower, the pirate approached the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hmm?" Kaori turned around and saw the dark skinned model. "Oh! We meet again." She said awkwardly.
"What is the meaning of my flower." Turles asked her. "You just ran off before you could tell me."
"I- I'm not sure I'm in the position to say what it means-"
Turles grabbed her wrist and practically dragged her to an unoccupied corner of the room. "Tell me. What does it mean." He said in a low tone.
"I-I don't think it's polite to-"
Turles stood up to his full height and crowded the smaller human's personal space. "Let me tell you a little something about us Saiyans. We are very deadly creatures, and just as curious. So tell me now if you value your wellbeing."
She sighed, unhappy and not a little scared. "I hoped to avoid it since it felt so… Personal. But if you insist." She braced herself, "your flower, the Yellow Tulip, means… One-sided love."
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Turles' face fell.
"I'm sorry." Kaori apologized.
"That's… Quite alright. Well played, Vegeta. Well played indeed." He looked away and leaned against the wall.
"I'm truly sorry, I just couldn't say it in front of the others, it felt so wrong and I just-"
Turles held up his hand to stop her. "It's not your doing. If anything, I'm the foolish one here for thinking I would ever…" He shook his head, stepped away from the wall, and made to leave.
"Wait! Are you okay?" The japanese woman asked before he could walk away.
Turles laughed bitterly, "no. Then again, I never was… And I never will be, it seems." He left without glancing back.
Kaori was left looking at his retreating back, feeling like she'd just broken something fundamental beyond repair. Not in a party mood any longer, she headed back to her cabin, for once not as enthusiastic about flowers.
-
The pirate walked to the bar and asked for the strongest drink they had. The bartender was about to serve him a shot when Turles stopped him.
"Just leave the bottle."
"This is absinthe not beer. I can't-"
"I said
leave it."
Turles growled at the human.
The bartender shrugged, "fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
Turles grabbed the bottle and drank it as if it were water. The bartender gaped at him, but shook himself and continued tending to the other customers.
-
"SOME WILL WIN, SOME WILL LOSE! SOME ARE BORN TO SING THE BLUES!"
"UUUUGH! Somebody PLEASE kill me!" Bardock grabbed his ears to try and muffle the short human's awful singing.
"GO KRILLIN!" Eighteen, Videl, and Cheelai shouted.
Toma looked at everyone cheering the human on the stage, spurring him on. He couldn't believe people would WANT to listen to this. Broly let out a whine.
"C'mon, big guy. It ain't that bad." Goku smiled at his mate while clapping to the beat of the music.
Broly returned the smile with an unsteady one and turned his attention back to the stage. He couldn't really grasp the concept behind this monstrosity.
"Where's Turles with the absinthe?!" Raditz pulled on his hair.
"DON'T STOP BELIEVING! HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEEELIIIIIING!"
"Please, Goddess Lune, make it stop!" Toma lowered himself and buried his face in Bardock's crotch, breathing in his mate's scent to help distract him.
Vegeta's eye twitched. Certainly this was better than being harassed by fans. Right? Sitting here, watching the humans make fools out of themselves?
Finally, the song was over and the Saiyans, sans Goku, gave out a collective sigh.
"Kakarot," Bardock reached over Broly and grabbed his youngest cub's kimono, "tell yer bald friend that his life is in danger if he takes the stage again."
Goku laughed nervously and shook Bardock's hand off. "We're just havin' harmless fun."
"Harmless?!
Yer friend could single handedly take out an army with that voice!" Raditz groused from his chair. He watched as another person took the stage. At least their voice was tolerable.
"I'm gonna go take a piss." Oolong told the others at his table before getting up and heading towards the bathrooms.
On his way to the restrooms, the pig spotted a certain alien sitting alone at the bar, practically marinating himself with absinthe. The shapeshifter suddenly got a wicked idea. Be it all the screwdrivers he'd had, or having seen that scrumptious, chocolate ass clad in a tiny bathing suit back at the pool, but the short creature had planted the idea in his head and now there was no way of going around it.
-
The pirate was contemplating his half empty third bottle- or was it the fourth? His arm was folded on the bar counter and his head was perched on his arm. He was playing with the bottle of absinthe, watching as the green liquid swirled inside.
"You'd think I'd have learned by now." He muttered to himself before taking a deep gulp, finishing off the bottle. He flagged the bartender for a new one when he felt a hand bury itself in his hair.
Turles looked up, turning around, and smirked when he saw who was behind him. "So what brings you here?" He slurred.
Raditz took a seat next to him. "I finally had enough of that stupid singing and was able to sneak away from that stuck up- Uhh, Vegeta."
Turles snickered. "You finally came to your senses." Turles swivelled in his bar stool to better look at the long haired Saiyan.
"Nah, I've always thought he was stuck up. It's- Part of his charm?"
"Mmhmmm~" Turles opened and passed the new bottle to Raditz. "Drink with me."
"Uhhh-" Raditz reluctantly took the bottle and took a swig. His throat tightened up as the burning alcohol made its way down. He coughed and hacked and tried to breath again.
"Are you alright, Raditz?" Turles purred his name.
"Uh- ACK! Yeah, just- Went down the wrong pipe." Raditz wheezed.
Turles smiled evilly at his love interest. He got out of his chair and grabbed Raditz by his kimono, dragging him to the bathroom stalls. The pirate pushed Raditz inside one, making the taller Saiyan lose his balance and fall on the toilet cover, and locked the door.
The clone seductively pulled his kimono up, revealing his naked skin underneath. "Are you sure this is what you want, Raditz?"
"Wha- What do you mean? Of course I want you!" Raditz chuckled nervously.
"Then take it out. I want to ride your hot, Saiyan cock." Turles said as he began to untuck.
Raditz fumbled with his kimono until he exposed himself to the gorgeous creature in front of him.
"Make yourself hard for me, Raditz~" Turles began stroking himself, licking his lips and giving Raditz bedroom eyes.
The long haired Saiyan gulped and began pumping his dick until it was fully erect.
"Oh, wow. Your dick looks even bigger than before." Turles looked at Raditz in the eye. "Must be the alcohol, hmmm?"
"Uhh- Yeah! You must be pretty drunk. My dick's always been this size." Raditz started sweating.
"Which hole do you want, love?"
"You- You mean-?"
"Or have you forgotten that Saiyans have cunts?"
Raditz's eyes widened. "Whaaaa? No! Psh- Of course not."
Turles crouched down in front of Raditz. "Or would you prefer I fuck
you
in your breeder~" A hand snaked down Raditz's crotch, past his balls.
"NO!" Raditz suddenly stood up, slapping Turles' hand away. "I uh- Want to top you, you know, like always?"
Turles stood up and ran his hands up and down the taller Saiyan's covered chest. "Like always? Don't you remember that time I fucked your pussy and you loved it?"
"Oh, heheh, that was just that time-"
"Or back at the nest when you begged me to fuck your ass~"
"I- I did?" Raditz gulped again.
Turles grinned, his sharp fangs gleamed under the light fixtures in the bathroom. "You have such a bad memory." He tsked and brought his crush’s face down to suck on Raditz's earlobe. A hand snaked down to grasp and play with the tall warrior's dick.
"I-it's- That's because… You make my mind go blank! You're so, so sexy." Raditz snaked his arms around Turles and grabbed his ass.
"Oh, 'Ditz!" Turles moaned in an exaggerated way. "Get down and suck my dick. Get it nice and hard."
"Uh- I-"
Turles used his super strength to push Raditz down to the floor, making him kneel in front of him. "Come on, love~ You know how much you looooove sucking me off."
Raditz gulped and closed his eyes shut. If doing this would allow him to get to fuck this hot piece of ass, then so be it. He gave a small, tentative lick.
"Open your mouth, Raditz." Turles said in a dangerous voice, his expression and aura going dark.
Raditz whimpered and did as he was told. No sooner did he open his mouth when it was stuffed full of cock. Raditz choked, he wanted to pull away but Turles' hands on his head didn't allow him to move back.
"Mmmm~ I want to come inside your mouth, Raditz. Make me come and then swallow it like a good boy." Turles began thrusting himself in and out of Raditz's mouth.
Raditz was able to pull off at one point and swatted Turles' hands away. "Okay! I sucked you off. Now can I fuck you?!" He said as he stood up.
"Hmmm. I don't know, I’m having second thoughts. Should I let you fuck me? Let you try a Saiyan for the first time?" Turles tapped his chin.
Raditz took a step back. "How…?"
"Oh, come of it, you pig! Did you honestly think you could fool me? You don't smell like Raditz, you got his dick all wrong, you don't have his memories, or sucking skills for that matter, you don't even speak like him!" Turles bared his fangs at Raditz's look-alike. "Really, if you wanted to fuck me so badly, why didn't you just ask?"
"I- I thought this form would be more appealing to you. Not many people want to fuck me in my true form. Actually, nobody does."
"It
is
more appealing. It's actually one of the most appealing forms you can take." Turles gave the shapeshifter a once over. "But I have fucked far worse things than your kind and I've enjoyed it."
"So you will let me fuck you?" Oolong asked.
"I just feel insulted that you even tried to trick me. Would you even be able to imitate a womb knot?" Turles snapped and crossed his arms.
"YES! I-I'll do anything! I can change any part of my body into any form you want! I’ve been training a lot lately with Puar, I can do anything with my body! I-I can make my dick even bigger!" Oolong said in a desperate tone.
Turles squinted at the pig in Raditz's form. Then he remembered why he had even started drinking tonight. The pirate felt rotten for doing this, but when had he NOT taken advantage of a situation to cater to his needs.
Turles sighed. Nobody had to know. This would stay between the two of them. He doubted the pig would want anyone to know he fucked someone other than a female. "Change into something less eye catching and show me to your room."
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"Bring the champagne over, sugarcube." Jean called over to Bulma before she could join them in the hot tub where the fashion designer and his latin boyfriend were waiting. The blue haired woman finished ordering the toys for Cheelai through her wrist phone, put it back in her bag, grabbed the bottle and three glasses, and brought them over to the jacuzzi she'd had installed on Jean and Armando's balcony. They had a VIP suite after all. She set the glasses and bottle on the corner of the jacuzzi and turned on a laptop with a small projector. The images projected onto a canvas that had been set up in front of the jacuzzi, and they now had everything they needed to enjoy the director's cut of the Saiyan fashion show. "Excited, Jean?" Bulma asked as she slid into the warm bubbly water. "YES! You've been teasing me with this since before the cruise, you minx!" "I can't wait to see Broly's- Endowment again." Armando giggled. "He has de biggest dick I've ever seen in my life!" "Better brace yourself. We don't want you passing out in the water. Be a sad way to go." Bulma laughed. "Are you saying you wouldn't save me? I am hurt!" He said mockingly. "The water I can pull you out of, but I can't save you from blood loss because you saw a boner." She joked back, pouring a glass of champagne. Jean pecked Armando's cheek. "I would never let you drown in water… If you know what I mean." He teased. "Oh, shush!" Armando chastised his lover. Bulma handed out the glasses to the couple and poured one for herself. "Hey, guys, before we start, I want to say 'thank you' to both of you. Not just for the clothes and helping set this whole thing up and the photoshoot, but also for being so accepting of the guys in general. Most humans would've been iffy around… The incest parts and all that." "Oh, honey, there's nothing to thank for! Personally, I would never ever DREAM to be part of a family orgy, but I'm not them. They come from a different world, different customs, different everything. It would be foolish to try to adhere them to human culture." "Also," Armando added, "it's weirdly hot in dat 'it's not for me, but de sheer naughtiness of it kinda makes it even hotter' way." Bulma laughed. "I know what you mean, and I'm with you both. It was a real shocker when I found out that Saiyans were basically taught sex ed by their parents in a VERY hands-on way when they became adults. When Vegeta told me- I was floored! But then it got me thinking- The universe isn't built around humans and their sensibilities, so why should we act like our way is the only way?" She shrugged. "Okay, ladies. Let's get this show on the road!" Bulma grabbed the remote control and the recording started playing. The scientist watched with glee as she saw her friends' eyes widen and heard them gasp at the creatures donning the skimpy outfits. "Dey are spectacular." Armando said, his jaw almost hitting the floor. "That they are. We need to send Goku a fruit basket. Without him we'd never have seen the sight that Saiyans are." Jean said, eyes glued to the screen. Bulma chuckled. "You're better off sending him a basket of chocolates and candies. Saiyans have an unbelievable sweet tooth. It's insane!" "Send him de whole fucking factory!" Armando exclaimed as Broly's loincloth clad form showed up on the screen. "Tell me something, babycakes. Just how did Goku end up on this planet?" Jean asked without taking his eyes off the images. "Long story short- Bardock, his 'mother', sent him here to save his life. Good thing too since their planet blew up several years later." The blue haired scientist informed. "Sorry to hear that… Tell me more afterward, will you?" Jean said with a grimace. "Sure. Ohhh, now brace yourself for THIS part!" Bulma said with glee as Raditz and Bardock came out onto the stage. Armando and Jean almost had a heart attack. The coup d'etat came when Goku's finale came. The hair, the leotard, the dance show- Both men sat with jaws hanging open, unable to tear their eyes away from the vision. When Goku ripped the lower half off, poor Jean actually got a nosebleed and had to look away. Armando put his hands together in a praying position and started to mutter under his breath. "Mi piel está limpia, y mis cultivos están floreciendo." Bulma simply grinned. Minutes passed and the show came to an end -to answer your questions, guys, yes, that WAS Broly's arm pulling him backstage. My stage did not survive, FYI-. The men were glad that they were wearing swimsuits to hide their more involuntary reactions. "Bulma, is there any chance that-" Jean started. "Of you getting a copy? Weeeell… It would involve a legal binding that states 'no sharing', no leaking, and maybe some more clothes for the next show, but I think it can be arranged." She said smugly. "How many times have you seen dis video?" Armando asked, inches from jumping Jean right there, the audience be damned. "Ohh, honey, I've lost count. I've had a lot of fun thanks to this video." She laughed. - "Kakarot, we are leaving." "But, 'Getaaaa. I was about to get on the s-stage!" Goku slurred as he wagged his tail expectantly. "You are drunk, I am tired of this ridiculous activity, we have mingled long enough to appease the woman, and the others look like they are about to tear their ears off." The Prince argued, eyeing all the empty absinthe bottles on their table. Raditz had kept bringing them since turles had never come back. Who knew what the pirate had gotten tangled into. "'m not drunk! Just a bit tipsy. Lemme -hic- grab one more bottle-" "Absolutely not!" Vegeta stood up to catch his wobbly friend before he could fall flat on his face. "I shall not have you get shitfaced." "'Getaaa -hic- I'm not as think as you drunk I am." Vegeta simply arched an eyebrow, and demonstratively started to pull him away from the booze area. Goku scrunched up face in thought. "But what can we do -hic- then? I dun wanna go back t' the- Party and ya won't let me si-sing. Ohh! We should go swimmin'!" He said happily. "No, I am not going to play lifeguard to keep you from drowning in the pool." Vegeta countered. "Yer so mean, 'Geta, but I still like ya." Goku hugged the Prince. "Tch! Well- You are so annoying!" Vegeta tried to pry the drunk Saiyan off. "But ya still like me~" Goku sing-sang, grinning wisely as only someone who'd had too much to drink could. The royal sighed. "Let us head back to our room, we need to make a new nest anyway." "THANK you." Bardock slammed his hands on the table, making it tip dangerously towards himself as he got up. Toma scooted off the booth to let his mate out. Goku looked around blearly. "Broly, come on, we're goin' back. Ya comin', Go-Gohan?" The young demi blushed and looked at his wife still enjoying herself. "I'm going to have to pass this time. But you guys go on and enjoy the rest of the night." "Awww. Shame, but okay. See ya later, son!" Goku waved goodbye. Broly came over to where Vegeta was now holding up Goku with a suffering expresion. "Is he alright?" "He is fine, just wasted. Fair warning, booze makes him very clingy." Vegeta informed before he pushed Goku over to Broly who now supported his drunk mate. "BROLYYY! Did ya have fun? I hope ya did, I want ya t'-t' have fun here. Because ya haven't… Had much… Fun, ya know? Before?" Broly smiled affectionately, and slung his strong arm around his mate's unsteady form. "I've had a lot of fun, thanks to you." He pressed a kiss to Goku's forehead and the shorter warrior's smile grew wider. Raditz stood up and stretched. "I can't wait to get outta here." Vegeta nodded and made his way through the crowd, followed by his pack. People stared at the aliens as they walked towards the exit, some even trying to start up a conversation with them. Gohan watched as the other guests couldn't seem to take their eyes off them. He sunk into his cushioned seat and frowned. "What's wrong, sweety?" Videl asked when she noticed Gohan's expression. "Oh, it's just- People have no respect! They should keep to themselves instead of harassing others. I don't care how famous someone is, they have a right to a private life. Seeing people thirst over my family… Especially my dad, it just makes me feel so uncomfortable." "Oh, jee, I wonder what that's like." Videl rolled her eyes in good humor. Gohan tilted his head, then realized Videl was all too used to this kind of life and she took it in stride. She was a resilient person, Gohan concluded. - Goku walked slowly and he scowled as the others seemed to go faster than him."Brooolyyy, can ya -hic- carry me? They dun wait. So not nice." Broly reached down and picked up the shorter Saiyan without a word, now carrying him much like a child; one arm under his butt and one across his back, chests pressed together and Goku's tail wrapped securely around Broly's arm. "Thank ya. Yer so nice, Broly. I like ya so much, ya know? Really. Ya know that, right?" "I know." Broly replied in a soft tone as he rubbed Goku's back comfortingly. Goku started pressing kisses against Broly's face, giggling, and hugged him tighter, pulling a soft purr out of the larger Saiyan’s chest. "Ya always help others however -hic- ya can… And yer so smart! Ya learned t' swim so fast. So proud, I want ya t' know that." Goku laid his head on Broly's firm shoulder as he relaxed into the strong grip around him. It really was a shame Goku was facing the wrong way, because right now Broly's face was flushed red from the onslaught of sincere compliments from his drunk mate. "Hey, Broly. Do ya, do ya remember when I got drunk… The last time and ya fucked me like this?" Goku said with a content smile. "I do, very much." Broly said, the memories vivid. "Can ya -hic- fuck me again like that?" Goku asked as if he'd simply asked for Broly to pass the salt. "Hmm, I would, but Vegeta wants us back in the room." Broly replied. Goku huffed. "Later then?" "Alright." The taller warrior smiled as he nuzzled Goku's hair. "Ya promise?" "I promise." The pack finally arrived at the suite and entered. They looked around the cleaned room, and Vegeta did a quick tour. "The bathroom is fixed, and the entertainment room is good to go again. However, we need to make a nest first." He announced. Everyone looked at the pile of materials in the center of the main room. "Broly, you and Kakarot tend to the nest, since you two wrecked it." Vegeta ordered them. Goku gasped in outrage from his perch in Broly's arms. "OI! It was not just us!" Vegeta crossed his arms, "no, but you started it." "We did not! Toma-" Goku stopped to remember, "…Yeah, Toma went Super first!" "Maybe, but it was YOU two who actually wrecked the nest!" "I can help make the nest," Toma shrugged, "if Raditz helps too." He looked pointedly at his cub. Raditz floundered for a good minute before angrily lashing his tail around and taking off the kimono to help build the nest. At least he tried to take it off. "How the FUCK do ya get this shit off without ripping it to shreds?!" Vegeta rubbed his face and turned Raditz around, gently unfolding and untying the obi. "There. It should be much easier to take it off now." He began undoing his sash as well. While he would never admit out loud that kimonos looked nice and flattered his form immensely, wearing them for so long became… Tedious. Meanwhile, Broly gently put Goku down near the nest materials and got started on the nest. Goku tried to help, the keyword being tried . He was alright in pushing the mattresses together, but he kept flinging the duvets and pillows around, giggling happily. "Kakarot, just stop." Bardock came over to his youngest cub after taking the kimono off and placing it haphazardly on the table. "But 'Geta said-" Goku started. "Yer not helping, just sit there and let us do this." "But babaaa~" Goku whined. "Stop whining, brat! And stop calling me that!" Goku pouted and with all the melodramatics of an angsty teen, he flopped down onto the nest-in-progress and lay there, sulking. Vegeta growled at the drunk Saiyan and pulled him off by his feet, dragging him across the floor until he was away from the others trying to put the nest together. "'Geta! Stop, the kimo-thing will get dirty!" "You should have thought about that before I had to drag your drunken ass out of the nest!" Vegeta picked Goku up and turned him around. The Earth Saiyan twisted in his grip to look back at him. "But… Ya didna have t' pull me away?" He stated, confused. "You were in the way, not just that, you were messing the nest up!" Vegeta turned him around again and undid the obi, going as far as taking the entire kimono off for him and folding it neatly on the table. When Goku started making his way back to the nest, Vegeta yanked him by the tail and semi-dragged him to the entertainment room. "For the love of the gods, you are like a child! Now sit there! Time out!" "Are ya -hic- mad at me?" Goku asked with a kicked puppy expression on his face. Vegeta inhaled deeply, before seemingly managing to calm himself. "No, I am just a tiny bit annoyed! Now sit here until we are done, understood?" Goku pouted again and crossed his arms together in a show of moodiness. "Here. Entertain yourself and keep out of trouble." Vegeta grabbed the remote control and tossed it to Goku. The younger Saiyan's reactions were too slow to catch it and it landed square on his stomach. The Prince just sighed and exited the room again. As much as Vegeta bitched about the inferior booze on this planet, he was, nonetheless, happy that it had meant that even at Bulma's parties, he'd rarely had to deal with drunk Kakarot. Although there had been a few fun times in closets here and there when they both had gotten tipsy.
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With one last heave and some straightening out, the nest was finally done.
"Gods, that took longer than expected." Toma huffed.
"Yeah, but we're done, thankfully." Bardock said, cracking his neck.
"I shall go get Kakarot now that he can come out." Vegeta strode into the entertainment room to get his future mate.
"For fuck's sake…" Was all he could say when he found the younger Saiyan sprawled on the sofa, arm dangling off, mouth open, and snoring.
He went back into the main room. "The dope is asleep, one of you go put him in the nest."
Raditz instantly volunteered and headed into the room, emerging shortly after, carrying his naked and drunk brother in a fireman hold.
"Come on, brat." The long haired warrior spoke as he carefully tugged his brother into the nest.
"Well, now that he is taken care of, anyone else want to turn in for the night?" Vegeta asked, looking around.
"I think I'll turn in." Raditz said as he lifted the cover and slid into the nest, cuddling up to Kakarot's oblivious form.
"Fair enough, anyone else?"
"Actually, I'm not ready to sleep yet, I kinda wanna have some more fun." Bardock placed his trusty chewing stick in his mouth from where he had a spare one in his bandana.
"I'm not that tired yet either." Toma commented.
"What about cha, big guy? Ya sleepy yet?" The scarred Saiyan asked, looking at Broly's large form.
"I can stay up a bit more." Broly shrugged as he tried to take his kimono off. Bardock offered a helping hand.
"That leaves us four, we shall check out the entertainment room some more." The Prince ordered and moved towards it.
The rest of the pack followed out of habit and instinct. Vegeta was their leader after all. Well, one of them.
Raditz ignored the others and happily snuggled closer to Goku. Things had worked out after the bumpy start and he was now able to sleep with and cuddle his brother, much like he would've done if they'd grown up together, as they should have.
Soon, the comfort of having his baby brother next to him, their combined heat and scent, and Kakarot's soft snores, regardless of Kakarot's breath smelling of booze, Raditz drifted into dreamland as well.
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"So. Aside from that cooking show…" Bardock began.
"There are many channels we can watch." Vegeta informed them as he flipped through the T.V. stations.
"We have sports."
"Pass." Bardock rolled his eyes. "It ain't never gonna be as hardocre as our games got."
"Nature shows about the animals here."
"Sounds a bit boring." Toma scratched his cheek.
"And that will just make us hungry." Bardock added.
Now the T.V. showed a group of women, all with very large boobs and strangely puffy lips.
"NO! NO REALITY T.V.!" Vegeta violently pressed the 'change-channel' button.
The others' eyes flicked back and forth, not knowing the cause of Vegeta's outburst.
"How about the porn thing? I'm curious to see what the humans come up with, since they have a whole industry." Bardock suggested.
"Now THAT is something I'm up for." Toma agreed.
Vegeta sighed and picked up the new T.V. guide (the old one hadn't survived his and Kakarot's gaming session), and found the channels that showed porn.
"Do we want male-male or male-female…?"
The older Saiyan considered the options. "Hmmm, I kinda wanna see both, to be honest."
"I'd like to see how females do it." Toma suggested. "They have very curious bodies."
Broly just sat there, his mind on his mate and not entirely on the screen. Whatever they decided on watching, he was just happy to share moments with his pack.
"Very well. With this here we can rent movies too, I shall find one." Vegeta browsed through the catalogue and found a bisexual orgy one. "Right, this one should have both. Let us give it a look."
He entered the desired channel and soon, a title screen appeared, followed by images of a group of people sitting around in a stark living room.
"Why are they all just sitting around talking?" Bardock asked no one.
"Question: what's college?" Toma asked when he heard that word spoken by the narrator.
"It is a learning academy, but it is famous for also having a lot of sex and drinking. On T.V. at least." The Prince explained.
"Huh. Okay… Do they learn how to have sex? " Toma was confused.
"Not officially." The royal answered. "Enough with the questions, I shall make it go a bit faster." He hit the fast-forward button and waited until it seemed like something was happening. Vegeta stopped when the women started undressing. "There we are."
"Oh, wow. Their bodies are so different." Toma leaned on his elbows and observed the females' body shapes.
"This is ameteur porn." Vegeta informed.
"So they don't know how to fuck?" Toma couldn’t help but ask.
"No, more that this is not their job on a regular basis. Also, they look like… Regular humans rather than the idolised version they chase, but never reach."
"I don't really get that, but let's carry on." Bardock placed his arms on his knees, leaning forward.
On screen, the females started giving the males blowjobs while some of the males kissed.
"No, no, NO!!! That ain't how ya do it!" The Oral Master complained. "I thought they were supposed to be at the sex learning place! How are they so bad?!"
"Vegeta said they weren't professionals, love." Toma argued, trying to calm his mate down.
"YER SUPPOSED TO USE YOUR HANDS-"
"Bardock. Shut up and just watch." Vegeta snapped at the older Saiyan.
"BUT- BUT…"
"You could outsuck all of them, we
know
. You cannot change how they do it, the movie was recorded ages ago. It is a done deal." Vegeta scoffed. "There will be no one on this planet that compares to your sucking skills. Let it go."
Bardock threw his arms in the air and then crossed them. He continued to cringe and grimace at these humans and how bad of a job they were doing in silence. Toma leaned over and pecked his mate's cheek.
Broly watched as one couple began having sex, and another changed positions so now the male was pleasuring the female with his mouth. "Does it feel the same?" He asked after a while.
Vegeta turned to look at the Saiyan sitting next to him. "What?"
"Do females enjoy sex like males do?" Broly specified.
"Absolutely." Vegeta said. "My wife made it very clear that human females enjoy sex as much as the males. Can you believe there are people that believe the female orgasm is a myth? Ridiculous humans. I have had Bulma squirt on my face when I would go down on her. I have felt her contract and pulse on my cock when she would climax. People that do not believe females can have an orgasm are truly brain dead." The Prince shook his head. "Although, humans… Experience orgasms differently. Females have orgasms in waves that decrease in intensity, much like we do when we come, whereas the males just have one wave and come down from it. I am so glad I am not a human male."
"Just one wave?" Bardock asked in disbelief. "That sucks!"
"They also do not have as many kinds of orgasms as we do. I have concluded they only have two; penile or clitoral and their g-spots. They try to make it seem like there are more, but in reality, the 'extra kinds' are only pleasure zones with a pulse." The Prince explained, a bit miffed.
"I feel more sorry for humans the more I learn about them." Toma tsked.
The last couple started having sex while the first one stopped. The guy in the first couple pulled out and his dick began to soften.
"That's it? He came and immediately went soft?!" Bardock gaped at the scene.
"Why didn't he knot his partner?" Broly asked.
"Humans cannot create knots, Broly." Vegeta answered.
"THEY CAN'T?!" Bardock and Toma yelled.
"Keep it down, you two oafs!" Vegeta hushed his subjects. "Male humans cannot form knots of any kind. The best they can do is have surgical enhancements to make penetration more enjoyable. But these are just minor enhancements. Last I heard, there was a human that volunteered for an experimental, extreme surgery where he would be given the means to create an artificial knot, but it is only experimental, nothing concrete. Besides, the knot would be different. It would be at the base of his dick, not at the head."
"Wow." Bardock raised his eyebrows. "They don't know what they're missing."
"Oh, trust me, the human cervix is not built to have a cock ram inside it. It would cause unimaginable pain, even tearing."
"So that's why they were looking horrified at Kakarot when he tried to explain Saiyan reproduction to them." Bardock snapped his fingers. "I thought they just didn't like HIM explaining sex to them."
Vegeta smirked, "a bit of both, I would believe."
"Huh. I get that not all species are like us, but humans look so similar to us." Toma said pensively. "It's kind of hard to picture them in a different way. Sometimes."
"They smell and taste differently, I can tell ya that!" Bardock scoffed.
They continued watching the show, at one point the males started getting it on and that got the Saiyans' interest.
Broly tilted his head. "They don't have breeders."
"Indeed. Humans are very different from us, in many ways." Vegeta commented.
"I hate to break it to ya, Prince, but this is boring." Bardock said.
"I know. Porn never interested me much either, and it certainly does not get me in the mood for sex." Vegeta shrugged.
"You can't smell them, the views are sometimes unfocused, you're not free to choose what you want to look at, you can't participate-" Toma listed the negative points of porn.
"Oh, I can fix that~" Bardock purred as he leaned over and began suckling on Toma's flaccid cock.
"Mmmm, now this is the porn I like." Toma spread his legs apart and let his mate work his magic on him.
"Hmph." Vegeta turned the T.V. off and looked at Broly. "You shall service me." He said seductively and began pumping Broly's soft dick.
The large Saiyan bent down to capture Vegeta's lips- The Prince allowed this-, and he let himself be taken to the world of real enjoyment.
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"Rise and shiiiiiine!"
The curtains to their suite opened and the Saiyans growled at the source of their despair.
"Vegeta. Yer gonna be down one mate if ya don't tell Bulma to stop it with the wake up calls." Bardock mumbled from under a pillow.
"You would kill your brat's mate? Barbaric." Vegeta said sarcastically.
"I got you all pick-me-up pills~" Bulma tauntingly waved the bottle above the drowsy Saiyans.
Goku immediately shot out of the covers and snatched the medicine bottle.
Bulma counted the Saiyans in the new nest; one was missing. "Where's Turles?"
"He ditched us at the singing thing." Bardock said offhandedly.
"Oh, bummer. I came to tell him some good news. Turles wouldn't want to miss out on that." Bulma bit her nail.
Suddenly the ajar door to the suite was kicked open. There stood Turles, reeking of booze, sex, and shame.
Bulma turned to see the missing member, worse for wear, come inside the room. His kimono was a disaster, he looked like shit warmed over, and he was limping.
"YOU! Did you know?!" He demanded, pointing at Bulma.
"Excuse me? Know what?"
The pirate took a few wobbly steps inside until he was a few feet away from Bulma. The blue haired human recognized the 'I-got-fucked-so-hard' gait.
"What THIS means." He said, shakingly pointing at the flowers on his kimono.
"Well, no. I picked Vegeta's flower, but the rest…" Bulma trailed off as realization hit her. She turned to the Prince, whose tail was curled up nervously.
"WHAT. DID. YOU. CHOOSE?" She demanded, glaring at her first husband. The whole pack was now looking back and forth between them.
"I'll tell you
-hic-
what it mean, if he doesn- Doesn't." Turles clumsily ripped the crooked kimono off himself and practically threw it to the ground. "Really cute move, Vegeta! You always were a little bitch. Same fruit out of the same seed, I guess."
The royal growled at the pirate's insolence.
"Does he mean the flower meaning, like that female was talking about?" Toma whispered to his mate.
"I think so. Seems Vegeta did him dirty though." Bardock replied.
Bulma tapped her foot on the floor. "Vegeta, I'll ask one last time. What did you pick?! Don't make me google it on my watch!"
Silence greeted her.
"Fine!" She reached for her multi-purpose watch.
"Woman, at the time I was not on acceptable terms with this wretch!" Vegeta snapped at his wife. He was a Prince! He didn't need to explain himself to nobody.
"I don't care! You evidently not just hit but stomped on a nerve here! And I
know
you. When you get petty, you aim low!"
"One sided love~" Turles purred mockingly.
"What?" Bardock, his circle, and Bulma turned and looked at the pirate standing there with his eyes fixed on the kimono.
"That's what it means." The dark skinned Saiyan specified.
Bulma's eyes grew wide with realization as did the pack's, sans Broly who was too innocent to know the meaning of that phrase.
"VEGETA! How dare you?! That's just- I can't even! You made him walk around with THAT written on his clothing?!" Bulma was fuming.
"Like I said," Vegeta growled, "at the time I chose the blasted flower, we were not on good terms!"
"That doesn't matter! That's not just mean- It's fucking cruel! And embarrassing to poor Turles!" Bulma turned and looked at the pirate standing there, looking like someone had let the air out of him. "I am so sorry, dear, if I'd known-" She tried, but the pirate waved her off.
"I don't blame you. He's your mate. You trusted him."
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Yes… I did." She glared at her husband again. "Guess he fucked both of us over then, right, Vegeta?" The short human mockingly asked. Vegeta scoffed and looked away.
Goku glared at his future mate and stood up. He approached Turles, making the pirate flinch.
"What now? Are you going to make fun of my love life too?!" Turles gasped as he felt two strong arms wrap around him.
"I'm so sorry. I can feel how much this hit ya. Ya feel betrayed, dontcha?"
"Wha-? No…! I always knew he hated me." Turles said in a nonchalant tone.
"Yes, but this time… Ya thought that things were gettin' better, that ya might actually be fully accepted, eventually, and now he… Ruined that." The Earth raised Saiyan insisted.
Turles stood still, clenching his hands hard around Goku's arms.
Damn Kakarot and his ability to sense emotions.
Goku turned around and motioned for the others to come join. When only Broly got up, Goku let his ki flare, sending a powerful gust of wind as a warning. "Now!"
Raditz, Bardock, and Toma reluctantly got up from the nest and approached the pirate.
Turles scoffed, "what is this, a pity party? I don't NEED your compassion!" He tried pulling away from Goku as the others began wrapping their arms around him.
"No, this is us showin' ya that we do consider ya pack. Vegeta's actions dun show how we feel. Like ya feared it did." Goku explained.
Turles rolled his eyes and buried his emotions as best he could, he wouldn't let the others see him crumble. "You and your fucking need for mush, Kakarot. Why do you always do this-" His voice cracked on the last word.
"Just for the record, I'm only doing this to appease my brat." Bardock grumbled.
"Shut up, baba. Even you felt appalled when ya learned about the meanin'." Goku snapped. "And dun lie, I'll know if ya do."
Bardock grumbled some more. "Well, I still don't like ya, but I do consider ya pack. There. Happy?!"
"Much." Goku smiled at his carrier.
"As do I." Raditz said solemnly.
"Me too." Broly commented, towering over all them.
"Me three." Toma added.
A set of small arms tried to wrap around the group. A few heads turned and found Bulma trying in vain to hug them all.
"Hey, I'm pack too, remember?" She snapped half heartedly.
Turles let out a sound that was between a scoff and a chuckle.
"Is he laughing? I can't see him over you lot. Someone tell me what's going on." She said, craning her neck.
"No, I'm not
laughing."
Turles said in an angry tone.
"Sounded like it~" Was her smartass remark.
"Hey, Turles?" Goku began. "Why do ya smell like Oolong?"
"Sh-shut the fuck up and hug me!" Turles hoped that would distract Kakarot from any more questions.
"But-"
"HUG!"
"Okay, okay!" Goku hugged him harder.
Turles hadn't realized how deep Vegeta's metaphorical punch hit, he'd been so ashamed and angry over having not only been wearing that symbol, but also over the possibility of the pack secretly stringing him along, toying with his wish for acceptance and a mate; close but never fully accepted as a pack member.
Fact was, the pack tended to follow Vegeta's lead, with him being royal and all, or Bardock’s. If Vegeta made it clear that Turles was a persona non grata, chances were slim anyone would side with Turles over him. And Bardock… Well, they had an ugly history between them.
A huge weight fell off his shoulder as he now realised that it was only Vegeta who'd been in on it.
Eventually the group separated, and Goku turned to look at the Prince. "Now, I want ya t' say yer sorry-"
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Vegeta roared, his tail lashed out angrily.
"-For makin' a pack member feel called out and humiliated."
The Prince got up and walked past the group towards the shower.
"Apologize-"
"I SHALL NOT!" The flame haired Saiyan spun around violently, tail puffed out at the tip.
"VEGETA! I will cut you off from sex INDETERMINATELY, if you don't apologize right now!" Bulma shouted at her husband.
"Hmph! You shall come crawling back to me, woman. We both know you cannot resist Saiyan dick." Vegeta smiled evilly at her.
"Oh, is that so? Did you forget I have another one now?" She waved her hand, flashing her new ring. Raditz covered the side of his face, not wanting to be brought into their argument.
"Tch, fine! I have a whole pack who-"
"No!" Goku said in a firm voice.
"What?!" Vegeta asked, getting very annoyed.
"Ya dun have us, especially not me. Not until ya apologize!" Goku crossed his arms.
The royal gaped. "You really intend to-"
"Yes. No sex until ya say that yer sorry t' Turles for what ya did."
"You may say that, but I outrank you! If I tell the others to spread their legs they will ask 'how far'!"
"Ya dun outrank me in the arena, or Broly for that matter." The taller Saiyan said, his demeanor turning dark. "Also, even if ya pull rank, this is Earth, not Vegetasei." Goku approached the Prince, towering over the shorter Saiyan, "and furthermore, even if some of them dislike Turles personally, ya did this to a pack member, Vegeta. Even if ya had a beef with him, if ya could do THAT t' him, ya could do it t' any one of us!"
The older members fidgeted on the spot. Royal or not, Vegeta had really not acted in a manner befitting of royalty or unofficial leader of the pack. Kakarot had a point.
Vegeta looked at his long term rival, then at the rest of them. "This is preposterous! A prince does NOT apologize-"
Goku's hand shot out and wrapped itself tightly around Vegeta's neck, his tail made warning curves in the air. "He does when he has fucked up and wants forgiveness." He said dangerously.
Vegeta's eyes widened. In any other scenario, he would've found Goku's newly acquired, 'darker' side arousing. He'd never told anyone, but he had damn near creamed himself when Goku went ultra instinct the first time.
"Now, I am hungover, I am hungry, and not gonna lie, pissed at ya on Turles' behalf. So here's the deal: until ya apologize, cold turkey, no sex with any Saiyans-"
"Or me." The scientist interrupted.
"Or Bulma." Goku added. "We're goin' down t' breakfast and ya stay here. YOU dun get anythin'. Ya'll stay here and think things through."
Vegeta snarled. "Since when did YOU get all high and mighty-"
"I got somethin' from the bond, I guess." Was all Goku said as he turned around and headed for his closet to get dressed.
Vegeta gaped at his retreating back. Bardock whistled and was about to open his mouth.
"NOT A WORD." Vegeta lifted a finger.
Bardock snickered and pivoted, heading towards the wardrobe to get dressed as well. "Or what? Ya'll not get blown even more?" He asked with a smile.
"Bardock!" Toma hissed at his mate as he, too, went to get dressed.
Turles felt like he was daydreaming. The pack had actually… Sided with him? Over Vegeta? He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and turned to find Raditz smiling at him.
"Better get ya some food. I get the feeling ya've only had liquids for a while."
Turles laughed, unable to help himself. "Well, yes, but I did -hic- get something solid too, if you want to be technical."
Raditz snorted and headed over to his closet.
The pirate hobbled over to his wardrobe for something clean, uncaring about the fact that he likely smelled like a night at Playboy Mansion and that the lights hurt his eyes.
"There's a great breakfast buffet today at one of the restaurants. They have something from almost all the countries in the orient, if you guys are up for it." Bulma informed as she started helping a confused looking Broly with picking some clothes.
The pack, except Vegeta, started getting ready for their early sun meal and soon they were headed out the door.
When the door shut, Vegeta had already been standing there for a solid ten minutes. They actually just… Left him. The pack had really just left him alone, just like that. The old royal temper flared and he was about to toss the first ki ball when suddenly the door was opened again.
Bulma's blue hair covered head popped in. "Forgot to mention- If you get pissy and ruin the suite after I got it fixed, the no sex period will be extended. Think about what you did." With that, she closed the door again.
The flame haired warrior stared incredulously at the door before roaring with anger. After many many transformations, his lung capacity was huge and the windows almost shattered from his voice alone.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It was a few hours later that the pack returned to get their swimming trunks. Vegeta was sitting on the sofa in the entertainment room and paid no attention to the others as they started pouring in.
"Well! Who'd have thought. Me, winning the wrestling tournament." Turles, feeling much more sober, happily strode to his closet and began divesting.
During their meal, Bulma had announced that the winner of the wrestling match had been Turles. She had said they would use his picture as the cover of their portfolio, in addition to a relaxing day at a spa. Goku would accompany him as his plus one, and also so they could conveniently teleport back to Vampa once the treatment was over.
"Ya got lucky. The camera was favoring ya." Bardock groused as he took off his clothes.
"Whatever do you mean, Bardy." Turles purred, his tail was happily making figures in the air.
"Tch!" Bardock picked out one of those swimming outfits and put it on. "Look, fact is, there ain't no reason why one of us should look better on the camera than the other. Also, I even sucked a guy off in front of the camera! I shoulda won!"
"For the last time, Bardock, they can't use that footage for a publicly posted picture." Bulma explained tiredly. "Besides, if it came down to those criterias, then Goku would've won." She jabbed her thumb in Goku’s direction.
Goku blushed as he remembered getting fucked by Broly in front of the camera.
"Though I must say, if anyone had told me that you'd become an amateur-profesional pornstar someday, Son, I'd have laughed in their faces. I'm sure the old pervert would be proud of you." She added with a wink.
Goku flummoxed. "No! I ain't- It just happened. I didna-"
"Come off it, brat. We all saw what happened. Ya were blissed outta yer mind." Bardock interrupted his youngest cub.
Raditz huffed and focused on getting inside his tight bathing suit.
"HEY, Broly's dick is just good, okay?!" -Broly beamed at those words-. "That dun mean I wanted t' be filmed durin' it!" Goku donned his swimming attire and was ready to end this conversation.
"But you did, as it turned out." Bulma said cheekily.
Goku sighed. There was no winning against her alone, but absolutely no chance when his center was in the room too.
"By the way, Bulma. What is this spa thing? You never got the chance to explain." Turles asked the scientist.
"OHHH, thank you for reminding me. Spas are simply amazing! …When you have money, but I'm here, so no worries. They're private resorts where you can get pampered in the best ways possible." She explained.
"So a sex place?" Turles arched an eyebrow.
"Mm, not that kind of pampering. You'll want something we call a 'brothel' for that service. Here you get things like massages, mud baths, baths inside hot springs, body scrubs, saunas, aromatherapy, which might be too strong for you guys. But there's even hair and nail treatment! It's a very relaxing setting and I know you'll enjoy it. I'm going to invite the girls over to see if they want to join. We need more girl time." Bulma's mind wandered for a spell. "It's essentially an expensive relaxation and beauty treatment rolled into one thing is what I'm getting at."
"So like the luxury treatments royalty and sometimes first classes used to have. Oh, well. We can always add 'sex' to the list of treatments and have fun on our own." Turles shrugged.
"I dun think we're allowed t' have sex in these places." Goku said.
"Well… I am going to rent the place out, so who knows." Bulma looked towards the adjacent room and shook her head. Vegeta sure was a hard nut to crack. "Well, are we all ready?" She asked the group of aliens.
"Sure are." Toma said, looking forward to spending more time in the water, albeit, strange smelling.
"We're all ready." Raditz commented flatly.
"What's eating ya, cub?" Bardock asked.
Raditz waved him off. "It ain't nothing big."
As the pack was leaving, a princely voice came from the entertainment room. "I shall have words with the pirate."
Everyone stopped and looked at Turles. The dark skinned Saiyan shrugged and stayed behind while the others shuffled off towards the pool.
"We'll be at the outdoor pool, okay, hun? Good luck." Bulma whispered that last part and patted Turles' arm. She sent a glare in Vegeta’s direction that promised swift retribution if he fucked this up, even though he couldn’t see it, per se.
The doors were closed and Turles fidgeted on the spot.
"You shall not keep me waiting." Vegeta's voice came from the other room.
Turles rolled his eyes and walked to the other room. "Yes, Your Highness?" He said with contempt, leaning on the archway and crossing his arms.
Vegeta closed his eyes and let that one slide. "If I have sex with you, shall you tell the others I apologized." Vegeta didn't ask.
Turles scoffed. "You think having sex with me, FINALLY, will get you off the hook?"
"This is not easy for me." Vegeta growled.
"Hmmm. No, I prefer hearing you apologize. I know eventually you'll come around and fuck my delectable ass." Turles slapped said ass, making it bounce. "Although, we could work something out if you were to let
me
fuck
you."
The Prince suddenly got up from the couch and rounded on the pirate, startling Turles with the aggressive move. "They day I let YOU fuck ME."
"Would you rather apologize then?" Turles composed himself when Vegeta didn't make a move to kill him.
The Prince's eye twitched. He thought he would be a free Saiyan by now, what with Frieza out of his hair and all. But then Bulma had to come along and become his new 'overlord'. It was either let Turles fuck him, or apologize to that miscreant. The good ol' 'rock and a hard place' situation. His pride rebelled against both, but he'd made a promise that he would give the pirate a chance if Turles was honest. Maybe it was time to see how that was going.
"Tell me, pirate, aside from the sheer glee over this I am sure you are experiencing, why do you care about my approval?"
Turles snorted, "is this not enough? Having things be in my favor for once?"
"It is a perk, I am sure. But what drives you besides it? The sex? The comfortable living? The chance for a mate? Protection from Frieza and his ilk? A shot at the Dragon Balls? Maybe some info about how to become stronger? Or is it perhaps you just wanting to get on my good side so I let you have Raditz? You could have fucked off ages ago, unless this is simply your only option now that your crew is gone and you fear loneliness?"
Turles tensed at the mention of his dead crew. He started shaking and before his mind could talk some sense into himself, his hand made a fist and punched Vegeta square in the face. Vegeta’s face barely turned from the force, but he retaliated tenfold by punching Turles in the gut. The pirate coughed and wheezed, falling down to his knees.
"Sore spot? Was it really what Kakarot implied? Acceptance? The thing that you lost with your motley crew?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Turles wheezed. "I don't need to hear this from
you
of all people! Like you didn't stay and cling to Kakarot's tail because he was the only Saiyan left as far as you knew!"
Vegeta growled at the sheer insolence. He crouched down and grabbed Turles by the hair.
"Do not fucking dare bring him into this! Bad enough you chased after Raditz until suddenly, you decided to pursue Kakarot as a stand in."
"What- Like you did?" Came Turles' pissed off reply.
The Prince had had enough. With a roar, he punched Turles and sent him careening into the main room. The dark skinned warrior skidded across the cold, hard floor and came to a halt before he would crash into the wall.
"What, did I hit a nerve?" Turles mocked as he rose up, clutching his ribs. "We both know that if Raditz had lived, you'd never have given Kakarot a chance."
Vegeta snarled, "do not presume to know my feelings, renegade! I tire of your impudence!"
"My honesty, you mean. Otherwise, you'd have shrugged it off." The spikey haired warrior snorted. "My feelings for Kakarot as a mate might've been less than solid, but at least I never blamed him for defending himself and those he cared for, unlike what you did after he killed Raditz." Turles added defiantly.
And that was when Vegeta lost it. His aura exploded in blue light as he transformed into his ascended god form.
Turles was more than a little scared. "He-hey! If you kill me, the pack will never forgive you!" He tried placating the royal.
"That is a sacrifice I am willing to make." Vegeta said through gritted teeth as he approached the pirate.
"Even if you lose Kakarot?"
Vegeta stopped when he reached Turles and started charging a ball of ki with his left hand.
Turles braced himself. Really, he shouldn't be surprised. Dying by the hands of a higher class Saiyan was par for the course of being a clone. Getting axed by royalty in god mode was a deviation though.
"Just so you know, they'll just wish me back. They'll be mad at you AND you won't have gotten rid of me."
Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "Who said anything about killing you?"
Turles started. "You did… Back in the arena? Pretty sure you threaten to kill me and bring me back."
"I brought the Senzu beans after all." Vegeta added with a sinister smirk. "It is really amazing how much Saiyan bodies can take without it being lethal."
"Oh, please. Nappa was my lover. I know exactly what my limits are before keeling over."
"I am not Nappa." Vegeta's eyes glinted with something evil in them and he aimed the energy ball at Turles' face.
"No, you’re not. You actually have some honor, much as I hate to admit it. But that honor is why we're here now, right?"
"Is that your last bid? Appealing to my honor?" Vegeta asked humorously.
"I know I'm pretty much fucked right now. So I'm not appealing to anything. Do your worst."
"Famous last words, pirate." Vegeta said with certain finality and cupped the ki ball with both hands.
Suddenly, he seemingly pulled the energy ball in two and grabbed Turles’ wrists in both hands, pressing them against the wall. When he removed them, two ki cuffs were keeping Turles' wrists firmly shackled.
"Let us begin, shall we?" Vegeta commented while pulling off his gloves, smirking at the bewildered expression on the other's face.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Goku stopped the volley game suddenly, and stared at a random place in the pool water.
"Cub?" Bardock snapped his fingers in front of his youngest cub's face.
"Vegeta just powered up, I can still feel Turles' ki though." Goku answered.
Raditz put the ball down and began getting out of the pool.
"Wait!" Goku stopped him. "Lemme see how this plays out."
Toma noticed the tension in the air at that moment. He had been partially paying attention to the humans around him and partially focusing on the game to notice the change in atmosphere. Not to mention, the acrid smell of the pool water covered any change in scent coming from the others.
"What's wrong?" He asked, looking at his circle.
"Vegeta powered up, can't ya feel his energy?" Bardock asked.
Toma shook his head. "I need to be more focused to sense energy. I still don't have a handle on that."
"It's outrageous." Bardock concentrated on the Prince's power level. He had trouble sensing smaller ki signatures, but one as big as Vegeta's? It was like a beacon in a dark, clear night. "He's charging an attack." Goku placed two fingers on his forehead, ready to transmit to Vegeta. "Hang on, he stopped. He… Ain't attackin'. Not sure what he's doin', but it feels less murderous now."
"Goku? Is everything alright?" Bulma asked when she noticed the Saiyans had stopped playing.
Goku nodded briskly, "I think so, but it's too early t' say for sure."
"Is it Vegeta? Do I need to go up there?" She asked.
"Vegeta yes, not sure about- OH!" Goku stopped himself, blushing. The others stared at the Earth raised Saiyan. "Good news, they're gettin' along better now." Was all he said as he became self conscious about his tight swimsuit.
Raditz let out a sigh of relief. Ever since he could remember, Vegeta had hated Turles, and leaving them unsupervised in a room, all alone… It was unsettling. He really hoped Vegeta didn't hurt his former, unofficial mentor.
-
"Hit me harder!" Turles howled as Vegeta rammed into him. After a couple of rounds against the wall, one restrained with ki cuffs, the Saiyans had moved onto the nest.
"If I hit you any harder, you shall die." Vegeta said camly.
"What a way to go, right?!" Turles laugh-gasped.
"Oh, NOW you want your life to end. Still, no."
"Choke me then." Turles' eyes gleamed.
"You are sick." Vegeta tsked as he wrapped his hand around the Pirate's neck and squeezed as hard as he dared without crushing his larynx or stopping his own powerful thrusts.
Turles started choking and trying to gasp for air as he clawed Vegeta's arm. After a few more poundings, his body tensed and he came for the fifth time since the Prince started this 'session'.
When Turles' arms fell and he stopped struggling, Vegeta released his neck and slapped the renegade none too gently. Turles woke up with a start and took several big gulps of air.
"Oh, my Goddess." Turles grabbed his hair with shaky hands.
Vegeta smirked in a smug manner and pulled out of Turles' breeder.
"Wha- Why-?"
"Shut your mouth." Vegeta commanded as he flipped Turles over and pulled his butt towards his dick. Instead of going back to fucking Turles' mating entrance, he instead pushed inside his ass with no preparation, tearing a passionate shout from the pirate's mouth.
He began pounding him immediately, ripping more screams from the dark skinned Saiyan. In his Super Saiyan Blue form, Vegeta was as big as Raditz, Turles would be feeling this for weeks if not for the Senzu bean he would have to give him. There was no way he was letting the others see just how damaged Turles' body was at the moment, Kakarot would kill him and so would Bulma, no matter how much the pirate got off on this. They would certainly smell the blood, however, not to mention see the bloody stains on the nest.
"Scratch my back more~" Turles purred.
The Prince shook his head and dug his fingernails in his partner's skin, ripping flesh and creating new bruises. "Why can you not be a normal lover." He mumbled. Vegeta grabbed Turles' tail and looped it between his fingers, as he made a fist, Turles' tail dislocated in several parts and the pain obsessed warrior let out a shrill scream, soiling the nest with more cum.
"Have you had enough, pirate?" Vegeta asked out of curiosity.
"Never!" Turles then taunted, "come on, Nappa did far worse!"
"I told you, I am not Nappa!" Vegeta punctuated every word with a thrust.
"Evidently!" Turles panted.
"This is punishment, pirate, in case you missed that."
"The only punishment here is how bored I'm getting." He shot back at the Prince.
"Is that so?" Vegeta suddenly powered down and pulled out. He then left the nest towards the cleansing room.
Turles watched the Prince leave, and when he heard the shower being turned on, he angrily left the nest after him, albeit, limping. "You're just going to leave me like that?!"
"I refuse to do any greater damage to you, Turles." Vegeta said as he got under the spray.
"Why?! It's not like you actually care about me! I think you have proven that beyond doubt."
Turles argued as he limped into the bathroom.
"For the last time-"
"Yeah, yeah, it was before- Yada, yada. As if things have changed that much." Turles interrupted in a mocking tone.
Vegeta sighed and braced his hand against the fixed, tiled shower wall in front of him.
Inhaling deeply, he seemingly came to a decision.
"Get in here." He ordered.
Turles tilted his head, "why?"
"Just… Just do it!" Vegeta snapped.
Turles staggered into the shower. "Okay, now wha-"
Suddenly, Vegeta pushed him up against the wall, as one hand snuck down to pump Turles' shaft that had lost a bit of firmness.
"Wha-? If you wanted to fuck, then why did you stop before?" The confused pirate demanded.
Vegeta ignored him as he kept pumping until Turles was fully hard again. When he was at full mast, Vegeta pressed his whole body flush against the other's.
"Vegeta, what-"
"For once, shut up and do what you are told. Now pay attention." Vegeta said before floating a bit and tilting himself before-
Turles gasped as he slid inside the royal's smaller frame. Shocked to the core, he stared at Vegeta's face for an answer.
"I do not like you and you do not like me." Vegeta kept sliding himself up and down on the pirate's cock, staring him straight in the eyes. "With that said, I am… Not proud of my actions when it came to the flower-thing. Am I still suspicious of you? Yes. Do I dislike you making eyes at my mates? Hell yes. Did I go too far with the kimono? Also yes."
Vegeta slowed down. "Am I willing to accept you as pack? Also yes, but it depends on you." Vegeta clenched down hard around the other, making Turles gasp. "I have given you my truth, shall you give me yours." Vegeta asked-demanded.
Turles seemed to flounder for a second before he reached down and grabbed Vegeta's hips. He spun them around, slamming the Prince against the shower wall, and started fucking up inside him faster.
"I
want
to hate you!" He growled at the smaller royal.
"Why do you not?" Vegeta asked out of curiosity, panting and moving his body in tandem with Turles' thrusts.
"Because- Because you hate me for
me,
because it comes from caring about Raditz and your pack. Everyone else just hates me for how I was born. Because I hate the idea
of
you more than
you
. The elite, the cherished, the acknowledged. No matter what you do you are accepted, and no matter what I do, I am not. And it feels like even now, with almost everything gone, you still can't begrudge me even some happiness."
Vegeta looked at him, pondering. "That was not my intention. I assure you, personal dislike aside, it was mainly to keep my pack and circle safe, I just am…"
Turles kept moving his hips. "Bad at showing affection? I think everyone knows that- Argh!" Vegeta clenched down around the other's cock in retaliation.
"Turles, do you know why I grew to care about Kakarot? Looks, strength, the life changing, and freedom that followed from meeting him aside?"
The dark skinned Saiyan looked very confused, his hips slowed down as he felt that this was a pivotal moment.
"The thing is, as much as I harped over him never showing proper decorum regarding my title, a part of me… Liked it. I had been raised to expect the respect my title demanded as an obvious thing; unquestionable, self explanatory, and given. But with Kakarot, I knew that whatever respect I got from him was from my own effort. He did not ever care about my title, his affection was earned and so was his respect for me. Not for my lineage, not for the position of power, and not because 'that was how it was supposed to be' as any Saiyan would have felt, except perhaps Bardock. And this brings me to the point; you have the chance for a fresh start like I had, but you keep acting like you would have on our planet. And that version of you could not be trusted. Here, you have the chance to earn your place amidst the pack. But I need to know…
Who are you?"
Turles stopped moving all together. What was he? He was a Synthetic Saiyan. A trickster. A traitor. A classless. A defiler of sacred places. A destroyer of worlds. A bad offspring. A bad brother. A survivor. A mess. Always stuck outside, looking inside, hoping for a place to belong.
Turles looked into Vegeta's calm eyes. "I… Don't know. I've had to be so much, and now…"
"Well, this is the perfect time to find out, would you not say?" Vegeta suggested as he grasped the pirate's messy hair.
"Now, shall you show me some of you?" The flame haired royal asked.
Turles smirked.
~Sure.~
The pirate grabbed Vegeta's hips harder, and with a loud roar, he turned Super Saiyan, pushed himself up as far as he could, ripping a lust-filled scream out of the smaller warrior, and hammered away.
Vegeta was surprised to say the least, the teal eyes and the contrast between Turles' golden hair and dark skin were mesmerizing. He didn't stay behind and turned Super Saiyan as well, both strained against the other, neither giving in without a fight.
"Is this- All you got, pirate?" Vegeta taunted as he slid up and down the wall.
Turles gave the Prince a sinister smile.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The drink in Goku's hand almost cracked as he felt Turles transform. "No way…"
"No way what?" Bardock asked.
"Oh, nothin'. I just remembered somethin'." Goku lied and shifted in his seat as he felt Vegeta's pleasure rise. It wasn't his place to reveal Turles' ki level to the others, that was up to Turles when and if he decided to tell them. He only hoped the others would be too distracted to notice Turles' change in power.
The lie wasn't lost on the master strategist, but Bardock let it slide. He was much too happy feeding small hors d'oeuvres to his mate while lounging on the side of the pool with their human friends.
"Krillin, be a dear and bring me another mojito." Eighteen asked her husband.
Ever the simp, Krillin nodded and got up to go to the bar.
"Oh, since you're going there anyway, gimme a refill on this… Whatsit?" Raditz turned to his wife, showing her his almost empty glass.
Bulma lifted her sunglasses, "I think you had a mimosa."
"Mimosa." Raditz raised his glass.
Knowing better than to say 'no' to a planet destroying, alien warrior, several times stronger than he was, not to mention several times bigger, and just having that 'pushover attitude', Krillin nodded, "sure thing."
"I need a refill too, Krillin! It's a daiquiri." Yamcha shook his glass towards the monk.
"Well why don't you all just tell me what drinks you had and I'll diligently serve them to you." Krillin asked, a bit miffed.
"I'll have another beer!" Roshi exclaimed.
"Same here!" Oolong quickly finished the rest of his beer.
"I'm g-OOD, Krillin." Goku grinned sheepishly.
"If it's okay, I'll have another margarita." Cheelai asked the short human.
"Anyone else?!" Krillin asked. When nobody said anything, he added, "I'll try to remember all your orders." And with a huff, Krillin made his way to the bar.
"Nnng-" Goku tensed on his lounge chair, his tail was puffed up and wiggling beside him.
Raditz, who was closest to him, sniffed the air and had to hold back a purr when his brother's endorphins hit his nose. If his deductions were correct, his mate and Turles were getting 'reacquainted' with each other, and Kakarot was feeling it through the bond.
"You okay, dad?" Gohan called to him when he noticed Goku shifting about.
"I'M FINE!" Goku replied a bit too loudly. "Broly, let's go back t' the pool and I'll keep teachin' ya how t' dive!" The Earth Saiyan got up and hastily made his way to the pool to cool down.
Broly sweatdropped a bit at his mate's odd behavior, but followed him into the pool, nonetheless.
-
Two sweaty Saiyans lay on the new nest, panting and ultimately satisfied. Vegeta couldn't believe the things he let Turles do to him, nor the things Turles had asked him to do. But at least now he didn't have to apologize to him.
"Wow. That was a good session…" Turles said in a breathless voice.
"You are a crazy fucker, pirate." Vegeta panted.
"I think… You better give me a Senzu bean now before the others find me all broken and bruised." The renegade had this wild smile on his face.
Vegeta nodded and got up to put a robe on. When he reached the door, Turles piped up.
"You're leaving?"
"The beans are not here. They are safely tucked away in my suite." Vegeta said before opening and closing the door behind him.
Turles let out a long breath of air. Vegeta wasn't half bad under the furs. But like the Prince had said, 'he was no Nappa'. Turles thought back on the savage sex sessions with the bald Saiyan. He really did miss them. Not Nappa necessarily, but the rough, brutal sex and utter bliss he felt after a good, violent fucking. Many times, Turles would end up with broken bones, unable to even get himself into a healing tank without help. He would have to get his scouter to call his pseudo carrier to help him out because Nappa, he just wouldn't give a damn about the aftercare. And Turles was absolutely fine with that.
The pirate winced. If the others found out how little he thought of himself… They would no doubt pity him, and that was one thing Turles would never let happen.
The door opened and Turles shook away the dark thoughts, changing his demeanor completely; he was good at pretending.
The Prince sat down on the nest and gave Turles a Senzu. The dark skinned Saiyan's hand trembled a bit as he grabbed the bean and plopped it in his mouth.
"Turles, there is another thing I must speak to you about…"
The pirate swallowed the bean and felt his injuries stitch themselves back together, felt his stamina get restored, and he also felt full. "About what?"
"We talked about this with Bulma. We are giving you one wish. To undo the damage Nappa did in your body."
Turles frowned. Nappa had done a lot of damage to his body, but he had healed-
The older Saiyan suddenly sat up. "You don't mean…" No, this wasn't possible. Surely they wouldn't waste a wish on something so inconsequential.
"Yes, you shall be able to bear cubs again."
Turles was shook. He wanted to shout, he wanted to hit something, he wanted to cry.
"But, as with many things, there is a catch. I expect something from you and you shall get this wish once you fulfill it." Vegeta explained.
"Anything."
Turles said in a strained voice, said voice cracking at the end.
"The idiot human's intervention is happening this cycle. You are to keep your mouth shut and body language neutral." Vegeta said firmly.
"That's… That's it?" Turles couldn't believe such a tremendous thing would come to him by doing so little. If this was some kind of cruel joke…
"That is all."
The pirate didn't have words, he simply nodded. Vegeta noticed Turles was barely keeping himself together. The royal got up from the nest, threw something on, and walked to the door again. "I shall leave you now. You shall tell the others I apologized and not speak a word about what happened between us, understand?"
Turles nodded again, his lips trembling as his facade started to break.
As soon as Vegeta closed the door and was far enough away, Turles let out a choked sob and curled up in the messy sheets, clutching his abdomen, wrung dry emotionally from the heavy hits of these two days.
-
Krillin was bringing back to the lounge area a large tray with all the drinks he'd been asked to get by the time the Prince made it to the pool.
"So you are our servant now, bald man?" Vegeta smirked as he walked past the monk.
Krillin, lost in his own musings about how he ended up being the group's waiter, was so startled to hear Vegeta's voice right next to him, he turned around quickly, making the glasses almost topple over, and in his haste to get them to steady, he didn't notice the pool edge was getting closer and closer.
One more step back was all it took for Krillin to lose his footing and fall into the pool, tray, drink, and all. All while the pack and his friends watched the events unfold.
Raditz was the first to start roaring with laughter, followed by the other Saiyans. Even Goku couldn't help but chuckle at Krillin's shocked face as he broke the surface of the water and saw all the glasses slowly sinking to the bottom. He was so focused on the scene he didn't even realize Vegeta wasn't back in their suite, nor Turles missing.
Vegeta tried to be princely about this, but in the end, he couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling up and leaving his mouth.
"You guys, really. Don't laugh at Krillin." Gohan chided the Saiyans.
"Oh, come off- Come off it, brat. That shit was funny as Hell!" Bardock laughed.
"Watching others- Make a fool outta themselves- Always is." Raditz could hardly breath.
Goku snorted loudly and covered his mouth with both hands, feeling bad about laughing at his best friend.
"Well, didn't know Saiyans enjoyed slapstick." Bulma shook her head at the guffawing warriors.
"What- What is that?" Toma asked, wiping tears out of his eyes.
"It is a type of humor they have on this planet. We Saiyans simply know it as humor." Vegeta informed the pack after taking a seat.
Krillin had finished fishing out the cups from the pool and settling them on the tray. He quietly got out, embarrassed about what happened, when Vegeta called out.
"While you fetch the new batch of our drinks, you shall bring me something fruity."
"WHAT?!" Krillin shouted at the Prince. The Saiyans roared out again.
Goku took a few steadying breaths and spoke up, "Krillin, ya dun need t' bring nothin'. We'll get our own drinks."
The monk huffed and placed the tray down on an empty table, before making his way back to his seat. "Gee, thanks a lot, Goku." He replied, annoyed at his best friend still chuckling.
Gohan had seen the reaction to Krillin's misstep and heard Vegeta's offhand comment.
"So liking slapstick is a Saiyan thing?"
"Hmph! It was THE humor among our race. You would not have found one Saiyan who did not laugh at it." The Prince explained.
"Oh, I thought it was just dad and I. Hey, dad! Remember how we used to watch Tom and Jerry?"
Goku's face lit up from happy memories. "Yep! We loved that show! I can still hear Tom's screams." Goku chuckled.
Vegeta stared at Kakarot in utter surprise over him seemingly taking pleasure in someone's screams of pain.
Gohan saw the confused faces of the pack. "Tom and Jerry was a very famous cartoon for kids here, where a cat constantly tries to catch a mouse named Jerry, but it usually ends up with Tom getting beat up."
"What's a 'cat'?" Raditz asked.
"What's a 'mouse'?" Bardock added.
"They are animals, natural enemies on this planet." The Prince informed. "Cats look like
mulkins
and mice would be the equivalent of
nudons."
"Yeah. Every time Chichi went grocery shopping we'd watch it." Goku carried on.
"Why only then?" Toma asked.
Goku sweatdropped. "Chichi didn't really… Approve of the show. Somethin' about 'makin' kids violent' or somethin'." Goku nervously explained.
Vegeta grumbled something Goku figured was best he didn't hear. It was then that he realized Vegeta's presence and remembered he was supposed to be grounded until he apologized to Turles.
"Hey, where's Turles?" He asked the Prince.
"He needed some alone time, so I came down here." Vegeta hated to explain himself, to a third class, no less, but having Goku pushing him for information was more irritating.
Goku squinted at the smaller Saiyan. He knew something was up, he had felt them power up and had felt Vegeta's pleasure through their bond, but he wasn't about to bring that up in front of the others.
Gohan thought for a while. The Saiyans would probably get a kick out of a show he'd discovered as a teen. He wondered if they would like to watch it, and Gohan could also enjoy spending more time with the pack. Especially after the Mario Kart fiasco.
While his dad had been dead when the show came out, Gohan had still watched it when he could, even if it took a lot of sneaking. It had involved learning how to time the VCR to record, and a lot of luck. Other boys his age had snuck porn, he'd snuck Jackass.
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After Gohan had mentioned to the Saiyans that there was this funny show they would get a kick out of and could watch on the T.V. apparatus, the pack had decided to go back to their suite to see what the demi Saiyan was talking about. The pool was fun and all, but variety was the spice of life.
They had seen Turles who suspiciously had puffy eyes, but nobody had mentioned that detail, nor had asked questions about what had happened with Vegeta. Turles looked like he had been emotionally distressed and Saiyans didn't like to needle with emotional stuff. Goku had given him a knowing glance, one Turles wasn't sure about its meaning.
"Hey, Kakarot, how about ya order some more of those
peessas
again." Raditz asked his little brother.
"Ya mean pizzas? We just had them…"
"But ya said they came in different flavors, right?" The long haired warrior enquired.
"Sorry, 'Ditz, but we ordered all the flavors they could offer last time. We can order them again if you want, but-"
"YES!" Toma, Bardock, and Turles shouted in unison.
"Fine, fine, but it'll take a few hours again. Same sodas?" He looked around at the pack who all nodded.
"Vegeta, what soda would ya… Why is there blood stains on the bed?" Goku suddenly realized all the red on the sheets, not to mention he could plainly smell the blood now above the smell of chlorine. The other Saiyans and demi Saiyan looked at the nest.
"Never you mind that. And I shall have a ginger ale." The Prince replied.
"DUN CHANGE THE SUBJECT!" Goku shouted at his ex rival.
He walked up to Turles and stared at him straight in the eye. "What. Did. He. Do. T' ya."
Turles was taken aback by the sheer murderous gleam in Kakarot's eyes. "Nothing I didn't beg him to do." Was his simple reply.
"Easy, brat. Turles is a known pain whore. It'd be weird for there
not
to be blood stains after he's had sex."
Vegeta rounded on the scarred Saiyan that had spoken out of turn.
"What?" Bardock shrugged, "the room smells like angry sex. It's pretty obvious ya two fucked and made up."
"You shall do well in keeping your cock hungry mouth shut!" The Prince seethed.
Bardock ignored the royal and began changing clothes, as well as the others. Gohan modestly looked away.
"I'm uh… Going to get the T.V. set up." Feeling that sense of awkwardness that came when one was the only clothed one in a locker room, Gohan made his way to the entertainment room- Remodeled entertainment room. He cringed at the memory, hoping things would go better this time, if only to avoid Bulma’s wrath.
He turned on the T.V. and browsed the movies and shows catalogue in search of the target show.
While Gohan set up the T.V., Goku made his way over to the phone and dialed roomservice to order. A few instructions later and another batch of freshly baked pizzas and sodas were on their way to the Saiyan cabin.
Once the pack had chosen loose, comfortable fighting clothes- except for Turles and Bardock-, the alien warriors shambled into the entertainment room where the demi Saiyan had set up the earthian show he was sure the others would enjoy.
Vegeta took a seat on the sofa as well as Bardock, Broly, and Goku. Gohan was seated near the T.V., Turles was spread on his side on the shaggy rug, and Toma and Raditz were leaned against the seat cushions; Toma in between his mate's legs and Raditz leaning on his brother's.
"So what's this show ya spoke of?" Bardock inquired.
"Right," Gohan began, "it's a show about how people do dangerous and hilarious things, sometimes disgusting, and basically make a fool out of themselves. Let's start."
"Humans making fools out of themselves is always the highlight of my day." Vegeta joked.
Goku snapped his head back at the Prince and pouted, "I thought it was training with me!"
"It is a close call." Vegeta humored him.
Gohan clicked the remote and the first video started. It was a human going down a lengthy set of stairs in a shopping cart. The first few stairs went down as expected, but by the fourth or fifth, the cart toppled over and began rolling down the stairs, human and all, until it hit the ground at the bottom.
Suffice to say, the Saiyans roared with unrestrained laughter at the poor human's plight just as Gohan suspected they would. Even Broly chuckled for a second and immediately silenced himself.
"I- I feel bad for him- But it's just way too funny!" Goku wheezed.
"Why- Why would he do that? What a moron!" Turles snickered at the ill fate of the human that could barely stand up once his friends went to collect him.
Gohan dried a few tears from his eyes and explained. "They do it for the money on one hand, but on the other, it's this show of no fear towards things that are dangerous. It's a ballsy approach to life. And people sometimes need to feel that power- Even though they end up failing most of the time, if not always. It also gave this team popularity and that's often seeked out by most people."
"But why did it become popular to see others get hurt?" Toma asked between chuckles.
Gohan shrugged, "I suppose it's because people like to connect with others that seem to be having fun. The team almost always is laughing by the end of their stunt."
"It is simple and stupid. This is why it is popular." Vegeta added. "There is enjoyment in things that are not hard to understand. Raditz agrees with this."
Raditz nodded before he realized Vegeta was poking fun at him. "He-HEY!"
The second video began and the Saiyans once more laughed out loud at the ridiculous things humans put themselves through for the sake of entertainment. This went on until the pizzas arrived and after letting the staff in to deliver the food- once again, the employees left before Goku could even tip them-, the group settled back in the entertainment room with their delicious meal.
They continued doing this into the late hours of the afternoon. Gohan bonded more with his family, got to know the individuals behind the tough, dangerous exterior, and concluded Saiyans, when relaxed and not blood or sex thirsty, were not that different from humans. They were creatures that simply wanted to enjoy life and connect with their loved ones.
Gohan was fine with this discovery.
It wasn't until the sun was almost setting when they heard the doors to the suite opening and a familiar scent mixed in with theirs. A small figure let themselves in and snickered at the pile of bodies on the mattresses.
"Well, looks like you're getting more familiar with your other half, huh, Gohan?" Bulma smiled at the youngest warrior.
Gohan squealed when his brain registered just who it was that came into the cabin room, and scrambled to cover himself.
"Oh, hun, you have nothing that I haven't seen before and you have nothing to be ashamed about. I think it's wonderful that you're finally getting to connect with your own kind. And Videl is simply amazing for letting you freely enjoy yourself." Bulma winked at the beet red Demi Saiyan.
Goku stretched his limbs, too boneless to worry about his nudity, and yawned. "What's up, Bulma?"
"I came here to remind you guys about Yamcha's intervention. It's happening in an hour or so. The others and I have prepared an empty cabin for the meeting and I trust you lot will be showered, dressed appropriately, and on your best behavior for when the time comes?" Bulma pointedly looked at her first husband.
"I have had words with my pack. They shall behave." Vegeta reassured her.
"Good! Now, judging by how long you take to get ready, I say you need to start now. I'll come back within an hour to get you guys." Bulma waved at the Saiyans and left at that, no room for questions.
"Does she always have ya by the balls, Vegeta?" Bardock teased.
"Shut your filthy mouth." The Prince huffed and got up to start the shower. "I shall go in first. You decide who goes after me." With that said, the royal closed the bathroom door and began to get ready for this- he was certain- disaster of an intervention.
"I better go to my cabin." Gohan informed the others and began collecting his clothes.
Goku yawned again and spoke in a sleepy voice. "Yer welcome t' shower with us, son."
"Thanks, but I have everything I use over there, plus, I haven't been with Videl much today." Gohan scratched his head and quickly got dressed.
"Suit yerself~" Raditz purred as he snuggled next to his carrier.
"Kid, we ain't got no time for this. Ya have any idea how long it takes ya to wash yer hair? That alone will take up most of the time we have." Bardock pushed Raditz's face away with an open hand.
Raditz groaned and removed the hand on his face, "it ain't my fault my hair takes up so much care! I'll go in last if that's what yer worried about."
"I'm going in next with Broly." Goku informed nobody in particular.
"You'll be stuck there for ages if you go with your breeding mate." Turles said in a suggestive tone, making Goku blush.
"It- It ain't like that. We're just gonna wash…" He replied.
"MMHMM!" Came a chorus from the others. Goku buried himself under a pillow and Broly immediately wrapped an arm around him, sensing his discomfort.
"Well, I'll be seeing you guys later." Gohan told the pack once he was dressed again. "And… Thanks. For… You know."
Bardock smiled at his third circle cub. "Anytime, brat. Yer a part of us."
The half blooded Saiyan smiled at his… 'Grandmother' and waved goodbye to the rest as he left the room. While he was making his way to his own cabin, the thought of what was coming up next filled him with a certain dread. He'd had to deal with homophobes and closeted people in his school back in the day, and this intervention could either be an eyeopener… Or it could go very wrong. He hoped Bulma knew what she was doing and he prayed to any god out there that the Saiyans actually behaved.
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Night time came too soon and the pack- sans one long haired Saiyan- was ready and waiting for Bulma to arrive. They heard the click-clack of her high heels before the double doors to their suite opened, and the scientist appeared with an eye fetching attire and a bit too much perfume- in a Saiyan's opinion.
"Woman, I have told you to use less of that artificial smelling concoction!" Vegeta griped as he hacked.
"It's a special night and Yamcha likes this perfume." Bulma simply said. She counted the bodies in the room, "Where's Raditz?"
Everyone pointed at the cleansing room with a look on their faces.
"Hmmm." Bulma squinted her eyes and marched over to the bathroom. "We're going to be late if we don't hurry."
She entered the steamy room, closed the door, and walked over to the shower, yanking the curtains open once she could reach them.
Raditz startled and almost fell flat on his ass at the sudden movement- the water hadn't allowed him to hear someone coming in.
"FUCK! Bulma! What are ya doing here?" He asked, grabbing his chest. Had his tail been dry, it would've been all poofed out.
"I came to see what the hold up was, Handsome. We're waiting on you."
Raditz groaned. "It's my hair. It takes a long time to wash."
"Here, let me help you." Bulma yanked Raditz down to kneel on the tiles and helped him scrub softly scented shampoo over his hair since they had run out of oils.
More than a little embarrassed at the intimacy they were sharing, Raditz blushed and continued scrubbing his scalp as his wife got the longer strands. It took a solid fifteen minutes to get all his hair shampooed and rinsed, and the water was promptly turned off.
Raditz got up and ki dried, much to Bulma's annoyance. "…Thanks." He said in an almost imperceptible volume.
"What are mates for, right?" The female human waved him off.
And wasn't that concept still foreign to him. He still wasn't used to seeing this human, powerful human, as his mate. Their union had felt a bit rushed, even though it was common for Saiyans to quickly take a mate, sometimes even a breeding mate, and they really didn't know much about each other.
"Hey, if it weren't for Vegeta… Would ya have mated with me?" The tall warrior asked. He blushed when he realized what he had said. "Not that I give a damn either way." He added to save face.
Bulma laughed outright at Raditz's attempt at looking tough and uncaring. "Oh, man. You Saiyans are all struck on the same anvil." She walked up to Raditz and looped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to do so. "You don't have to pretend with me, Raditz. I won't think you any weaker for admitting to having soft emotions, okay?"
The long haired Saiyan placed his hands on her waist and nodded curtly. "It's a habit."
"And to answer your question, maybe not. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't have found you extremely attractive. If Vegeta wasn't into you, I'd have definitely found a way to convince him to invite you to our bed. There would've been no way I'd have missed out on all this~" The small human traced one hand down Raditz's hard pecs, across his washboard abs, over his small patch of soft, black hair, and squeezed his genitals tightly, making Raditz growl lasciviously.
"When I first saw you when you arrived at Kame house, I thought you were so hot, regardless of your smell… But then you turned all tyrant on us, and I stepped back. There's no doubt if you'd have shown your true intentions and been honest about your feelings, I'd have ended up marrying you and not Vegeta. But don't tell him that." Bulma whispered the last part. Raditz chuckled richly at that.
"For what it's worth, I think yer hot too. Strange body, but hot." The alien leaned down to capture his wife's lips to which Bulma responded eagerly. His strong, large, rough hands hugged her breakable frame against him, one hand traveling low to grab one of her ass cheeks, the other hand burying itself in her short, blue hair.
Their kiss deepened and their heartbeat increased as their aroused bodies pressed and danced against each other. They weren't expecting a loud clearing of a throat coming from the entrance, and they turned to see a fairly pissed off prince at the door.
"We are going to be late if we do not hurry."
Vegeta childishly mocked what Bulma had said earlier, standing there, one hand grabbing the door knob, trying not to crush it, the other hand on his hip.
The scientist snorted and laughed.
"Okay,
Vegeta. SHEESH. He's my mate too, you know." She turned to Raditz and pulled him down by his hair, pecking his cheek. "Get ready quickly so we can get a move on."
Raditz gave her a heated look and smirked, watching her as she sidestepped around the pissy royal and left the bathroom. His hand instinctively went down to grip his hard-on and stroke it.
"Moron! We do not have time for that!" Vegeta chided his tall mate.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Raditz let go of his cock and grabbed the attire he had brought in when it was his turn to shower.
Vegeta couldn't help but rake his eyes over the larger Saiyan. He shook his head and left the cleansing room. If he stayed a second longer, they would never make it in time to the stupid intervention thing.
-
"Shit, man. What's this all about? Why you gotta be so cryptic?" A slightly buzzed Yamcha chuckled as Tien pulled him down the hall towards the cabin where shit was sure to go down.
"I told you, it's a surprise. All the others are waiting for us there." The triclops repeated himself.
"Are
they
going to be there?" Yamcha asked, a bit worried.
"Every one of our friends is going to be there, even Master Roshi." Tien pulled on his friend's arm when Yamcha slowed down.
"Really? Damn, dude. What kind of surprise would include our Sensei AND the Saiyans?" Yamcha tried to pry for information, but Tien was resilient. It was why he was chosen to fetch the ex bandit once everything was settled.
"You'll see. And you'll need to trust us, alright?" They finally reached the room and Tien touched the doorknob, hesitating.
"Pff- What is this? Of course I trust you guys. And Goku. The other aliens, not so much…" The shorter human chuckled.
"They'll behave." The bald warrior said pensively and sighed, turning the doorknob and pushing his friend forward, effectively blocking any attempts at escaping.
Yamcha rolled his eyes at that last part- Saiyans behaving, yeah, right. His smile faded, however, when his eyes fell on a big, bright banner that read in rainbow colored letters:
YOU'RE GAY AND IT'S OKAY!
"Yamcha! You're here!" Bulma walked from the table where there were snacks and some alcoholic beverages and happily jogged to meet her ex lover.
"What- What is this shit?" Yamcha noticed how most of the group was sitting on chairs placed in a circle, others making their way to said chairs, and just like Tien had said, EVERYONE was here. Even Bulma's parents.
Bulma took a deep breath and nodded at Tien before addressing Yamcha's question. "This is an intervention, Yamcha… For you." She bit her lip and pressed her hands together.
"An intervention- What the Hell for-" The former bandit's eyes widened when it all sank in. "Wha- I'M NOT GAY!"
"Oh, boy." Krillin hooked his hands behind his head. He knew this was not a good idea and had said so since the start.
Goku walked up to his friends and said in a kind voice. "We're just tryin' t' help ya, Buddy. Please hear us out?"
"Help me?!"
Yamcha's eyebrows shot up and his tone was incredulous. "You mean force me to be what you want me to be?!"
"Yamcha, sit down right now, or I'll make you." Eighteen suddenly said in a firm voice. Videl nudged her a bit to keep her calm cool.
"It won't hurt you, Dear. If anything, we'll all grow from this some way or another." Bulma grabbed Yamcha's hand and attempted to guide him to his chair. The black haired fighter snatched his hand away, however, and stomped towards the empty chair at the head of the circle but not before angrily grabbing a bottle of scotch from the snack table.
"Yamcha-" Tien began.
Bulma placed a hand on his chest, "No no, this is good. Might actually get him to loosen up. Not the best method, but I'm taking it." She took her seat a few chairs away from the guest of honor and waited for everyone to take their place.
Yamcha took a swig of the bottle and glanced at everyone in the room. This was absolutely ridiculous, he was certain that at least Vegeta would make fun of him for being so 'repressed', even though there was nothing to repress. At least he had his liquor; his buzz wouldn't go away any time soon.
"Alright!" The blue haired ringmaster started. "I first want to assure you, Yamcha, while you're not allowed to leave this room until we've said our peace, you hold the control here. We are doing this for
you
. And while it isn't advised to force someone to admit to something, we think it's better if you come clean and accept your true self. Your denial is hurting you more than any acceptance would. I
know
you, Yamcha, and I can tell something is eating at you, and that cannot be healthy. We all care for you-"
Bardock had to bite his tongue not to scoff. Vegeta gave a long, long blink.
"-and we want what is best for you, not what we think is best, or what you think is best, but something that will truly help you come to terms with yourself. So we've prepared this reunion to try and get rid of the cobwebs that are clouding your better judgment, so you can finally open your eyes and see that we'll still be here by your side, knowing who you really are, accepting your true self, and not this straight macho man you think you need to be in order to be likeable." The former desert bandit huffed and gulped a bit more of his drink. He'd let them talk and get their itch scratched. In the end, they'd all realize what fools they were being and see that he was straight. Liking aliens that happened to have a similar male anatomy did NOT make him gay.
"Whatever, dude. I'm just here for the drinks." He knew he was being childish but so were they if they thought they could magically convince him to be something he was not.
"Old man?" Bulma cued the turtle hermit.
Roshi cleared his throat and fiddled with his sunglasses. "I'm easily the oldest one here, therefore, I should be the most closed minded and set in my ways; old fashioned and what have you. I'm telling you as your teacher and senior: homosexuality won't make you any less of a man, whatever meaning it is you have given to the idea of 'being a man'. Take Goku, for example. He loves getting his snatch pounded-"
Goku choked on a piece of a pretzel he was eating while Bardock lost his shit. Turles' face turned red as he tried to contain his laughter. He promised he would behave.
"-he's saved the world, even the universe, countless times. He's one of the strongest beings out there to have ever existed. He's my prized pupil in more ways than one. He has excellent survival skills and is a genius at combat. And even though he comes from a race that has one gender, he's as 'man' as they come. Do you think any less of him because he is in a, technically, homosexual relationship with all these other guys?" The old man asked.
"It doesn't count if he's an alien." Yamcha stubbornly said.
"We didn't even know he was an alien until his brother came by. Did you think of him as a manly man before that?" Roshi continued.
Yamcha huffed, but didn't admit out loud that he did think Goku was a prime example of a man. At least, before he came out…
"He's a man because he's true to himself, not because he sleeps with this or that person. We live in an era where sexuality is widely accepted and not judged, at least not judged by people that matter. Alien or not, Goku has proven himself a pure and caring soul, strong in character, unshakable in the face of adversity. Even if he knew he was going to lose, he still gave it his best. If anything,
that's
what makes a man a 'man', as you say. Not what you put or not put inside your ass." The wise teacher finalized his turn.
A few of the occupants face planted on the floor. Roshi's sunglasses reflected a gleam of light.
"Not to mention," Bulma added after recovering, "Anyone can be a 'man', and the concept of 'being a man' doesn't mean being all tough and resilient and dominant. That line of thinking is from the dark ages. You can also be a woman and still be all those things, see? Gender identity is fluid and in its own category, it doesn't define your entire being nor does it mean you have to act a certain way. So you saying 'be a man' really doesn't hold any significance other than a gender label, which is still important to a lot of people. Women, men, non binary, gender fluid, agender, transgender, and sooo many other genders, can act however they want. What matters is being a decent human being. Who cares if you're manly, or girly, or masculine, or feminine, or androgynous. That won't lessen or raise your value as a person. Your actions will."
"If I may interject, gender as well as sexual orientation aren't the only things that make you you." Krillin said. "There's so much more to a person than just those two things. You're putting too much stock into them when there are other things that are just as important, if not more so."
"And this is why I said 'I do'." The android swiped a strand of Krillin's hair from his face and smiled at him.
Krillin chuckled nervously.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The Saiyans (sans Goku) were feeling quite out of place with so much emotional talk. The way their kind handled things was either fight it out, or fuck it out. This thing here was entirely foreign to them.
The night had progressed, many of the humans had given their speech, Yamcha was more than a little buzzed, and the alien warriors couldn't wait to change to more pleasant activities- Like eating real food, or drinking, or going for a swim, or going back upstairs for some more bonding.
The snacks were almost gone by now- Bulma had reassured them beforehand she would have enough to satisfy their appetites-, their tongues itched to give their two cents, and these chairs weren't exactly the most comfortable.
"I can't take much more of this coddling." Bardock whispered extremely quietly to his mate.
Toma nodded in agreement. He was a bit more in touch with the sentimental side of things, but he was no 'Gine'. Gine would've absolutely loved to be here and help out with this human's problems and make him see the light. He was sure Vegeta would've banned everyone from talking except their absent mate.
He turned to survey the others and winced. Raditz had his face in his hand, softly snoring, Turles had a murderous glare, most likely wanting to explode in a burst of heat and light, incinerating every human in the room, the Prince was the most composed of them, except for Broly and Goku, but Vegeta reeked of anger and frustration.
And his wonderful life partner, the love of his life, Toma could sense Bardock was about to break Vegeta's ban and speak his mind. He always did…
"We're here for you, Yamcha." Videl spoke out. "Hell, have you ever stopped to think that all of us here are allies? We have only a few straight people here and they support our sexual orientations. The
entire cruise
is LGBT friendly. There's no better moment to come out."
Gohan nodded and backed up his wife, "You'll be making the right choice to come out and be your true self." The dark voice inside his head sarcastically remarked. 'Oh, you should do that too. Let the others know all those deep, forbidden secrets of yours~'. The demi Saiyan shook his head and ignored his thoughts. "We'll stand by you, no matter what. You can do this!"
"Hmm." Panchy sighed as she touched her cheek. "Maybe the poor thing has a good reason not to come out. When he feels the time is right, I'm sure he'll accept himself, and he'll know we'll support him. Maybe we shouldn't be pressuring the darling."
"Quite right. And my wife knows ALL about boundaries and not pressuring others. She's quite the expert. Aren't you, Pussycat." Dr. Briefs grabbed the blonde's hand and kissed it.
Panchy giggled and allowed herself to peck the older scientist's mouth. Bulma saw how in love her parents still were. Sixty one years and still going strong. They must be doing something right.
"You do have a point, Mom," Bulma addressed the older woman, "And I realize some people feel safer in the closet, but Yamcha has no reason to be afraid of being judged for not being straight. The thing gay people, actually ALL people, struggle with most is 'validation'. We are here, loving him, knowing he's gay. He just needs to be okay with it himself, come to terms with it so he can be free and
start living.
THAT is what this is about."
"Oh, enough of these useless, pretty words! For fuck's sake, he ain't made outta glass!"
"Bardoooock."
Vegeta warned the older Saiyan.
"Please, Love. Don't do this." Toma placed a hand on Bardock's arm, trying to coax his mate to be quiet.
"No!" Bardock snatched his arm away- the loud reply made Raditz jump awake-. "I'm tired of this shit! Yamcha, we ALL know ya like cock, have ya been treated
any differently
by yer friends?!"
Raising an eyebrow at the scarred alien, Yamcha scoffed. "I've only slept with aliens that happen to have a dick-"
"Dontcha see it were only a matter of where we were born? And we're just a liiittle bit different?" Bardock lifted his hand, index finger and thumb barely an inch apart from each other. "Unless my eyes completely deceive me, we look almost exactly like human males!"
"It's NOT the same if it's not one hundred percent human." The former bandit argued.
The Commander gave Yamcha a look. "So what- Yer gonna keep using our different genetic coding as an excuse to deny the truth?!"
"Bardock, that's enough!" Bulma raised her voice at her 'mother-in-law'.
"No?" Yamcha shot back the same look at the older warrior. "Women and men also have different genetic coding, happen to be the same species, and I'm not gay if I don't like men! Not to mention, you're an
entirely different species!
I'm only gay if I like 'men'." He said the last part in a smug tone, sure that he had won the argument.
"Genetic coding, human, alien… If ya like dick, then ya like dick!" Bardock placed his hands on his own chest, "We're considered both 'male and female' as ya humans put it, and as far as I've been told, ya showed much more interest in our 'male' parts!"
"T-that's because you didn't give me the chance!" Yamcha faltered. He didn't expect this guy to become his verbal contender, and now Yamcha was running out of ammo.
"Tell me, Yamcha." The master strategist pressed on. "If yer so against gay humans to the point yer denying being one, even though everyone can see through that load of crap, is it because yer truly fucking dense… Or did something happen in yer past to make ya hate gay humans?" The sneer on Bardock's face would make children cry.
Vegeta had been about to put a stop to this verbal clash when he'd realized what Bardock was trying to do. And now his eyebrows lifted at the clever approach the older Saiyan had taken. 'Get the human riled up enough to get the truth out of him.' And what his wife's ex lover said next confirmed his suspicions.
Yamcha felt his throat constrict and it took some effort to make words work again. "I- N-no! Nothing happened!"
"HA! YER LYING!" Bardock exclaimed as he stood up.
"Vegeta, do something!" Bulma yelled at her husband, but the Prince simply looked on at the slow unraveling of a hidden secret. If things became physical, Vegeta would step in. He sensed his bonded mate was about to intervene, but one hand on his shoulder made Goku look back, and Vegeta shook his head at him. The younger Saiyan relaxed his stance, albeit, minutely.
"You dare call me a liar?! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME!" Yamcha suddenly stood up from his chair, but Tien was quick to stop him from advancing closer to Goku's carrier.
"Vegeta, this is getting out of hand…" Raditz whispered to his mate.
"Hold steady. Trust the tactician." The Prince reassured the other warrior.
"I know a repressed fucker when I see one!" Bardock shouted, feeling his mate's tail coil around his leg in warning. "Something happened in yer past specifically involving gay humans to make ya so blind and up yer own ass!"
"Bardock!" Toma hissed at his Center, but Bardock ignored him and continued his verbal assault.
"Did ya fall in love with a gay human? Hmm?! Did he reject ya?! Did he hurt yer
wittle feewings?!"
"I WAS RAPED!!!"
Silence followed the abrupt and ear piercing admission of the human in denial. Bulma gasped and quickly covered her mouth to hide it. Vegeta's eyebrows shot into his hairline.
'Godsdammit, Bardock…'
He was one of the greatest Commanders on Vegetasei for a reason. The Prince felt anxiety and shock coming from Kakarot and snuck his tail around his mate's darker one instinctively to give him comfort.
"Hmph, thought so." Dirty job well done, Bardock took his seat again and crossed his hands behind his head. "Now that the truth were finally out, we can get to the actual fixing."
And that was when Yamcha saw red. First this bastard made him blurt out one of his darkest secrets, and now he was implying Yamcha needed fixing?!
"MOTHER FUCKER! I'M NOT BROKEN!" Yamcha cried out, trying to get loose from Tien's hold to slug that cocky smirk off that asshole's face.
"I'M NOT BROKEN!" He yelled again and began banging on the triclop's chest as emotions and memories seized his mind and tears began falling from his eyes.
Tien winced as Yamcha's punches rained down on his chest, and he held out a hand when Bulma started getting up. Last thing Yamcha needed was to feel crowded.
Decades worth of repression and anger were delivered onto Tien's body as the ex bandit continued punching him with all his strength. However, gradually, the force behind the blows diminished and the sobs brought on by his treacherous emotions became more apparent.
"I'm not broken-" Yamcha whispered as his frame shivered, weakly banging on the broader chest in front of him.
"We know you're not." Tien reassured him, still holding him close.
"F-fuck you. Fuck all of you…" The shorter human spoke in a low voice.
Tien guided Yamcha back to his chair, taking his own seat next to him where he had been sitting from the start of the intervention.
Bulma felt horrible for this turn of events. She would have words with the pack later on, especially Vegeta for not doing the one fucking thing she asked him to do. "Yamcha, I'm so s-"
The distressed human held out one finger, arm outstretched, to stop her from finishing that sentence. "Do. NOT. Pity me." It came out in a growled voice.
Feeling that Yamcha needed the spotlight taken away from him so he could calm down and wanting to share a bit of his secret, personal life, Krillin sighed and cleared his throat. "It's not about pity, Yamcha. My… My mother was also… Well, she was also a victim of sexual assault and quite a lot actually. I was her illegitimate child. As soon as I was born, she gave me to an orphanage, the same one she had grown up in.
"When I was four, I was given to the Orin Temple nearby to train in Martial Arts. I was bullied there a lot. I was the bastard child of an orphan who later became a prostitute." The monk laughed without humor. "Plenty of ammunition there. I was short, the weakest student, no-" Krillin touched where a nose would be on his face, "-and abandoned by my mother, the town slut. If anything, I'm the one who should be pitied, not you."
Turles choked down a laugh, making several others glare at him. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He lifted his hands in defeat, but his smirk he was trying to repress still showed. Raditz couldn't help a small grin of his own at Turles' slip up.
Krillin gave the dark skinned Saiyan a look and continued. "But! Despite all that, I came across a great master," the short human looked at his old teacher, "I became one of the strongest humans alive, I have a beautiful wife," Eighteen bent down to kiss his head loudly, "A precious daughter, my best friend is one of the most powerful beings in the universe, but more important than that, he's an amazing friend," Goku cast his eyes away, trying to conceal the water forming in them, "And I got all you wonderful people in my life. My point is; our past doesn't dictate who we are now or what we can become."
Quickly drying his eyes and getting a hold on his emotions, Goku looked back at his bestie. "Wait a minute… Ya've mentioned yer parents once or twice, even said they were six feet tall."
Krillin laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I might've… Stretched the truth on that one."
"Master Roshi," Tien asked his teacher, "Did you know about this?"
The Turtle Sage contemplated his answer. "I know a lot of things about my students. You have all confided in me, and I've held my peace. It wasn't my place to tell any of your stories, including yours, Yamcha."
Bulma did a double take at that. "You knew Yamcha was raped?!"
Yamcha interrupted the back and forth between his teacher and his ex. "I told him one day about what happened in my past. He promised never to tell a soul."
"Mhm." The bearded man nodded. "However, I think it's time for you to get it out in the open, Yamcha. You can't let it eat at you any longer. It's starting to affect you AND others. So how about you get rid of all that pus so you can start healing your wound?"
Buzz absolutely extinguished, Yamcha took a deep breath and gave a small nod.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
I was twelve years old when I ran away from home. My dad was almost never around; his work required him to travel a lot. And my mom, she didn't like being alone and had lovers left and right. They were all trash, they abused me, and my mom wouldn't believe me when I would tell her. The last one was really bad. He would blame me playing baseball for my injuries. One day, he went too far. Instead of going to my mom- she wouldn't have believed me no matter what I said-, I packed a few essentials and left without a trace.
I wandered the streets for a long time until I happened across a gang of teens and young adults. I saw them running away from a convenience store with a bunch of stolen stuff and cash. They passed by me and turned a corner around an alley. The owner came out with a shotgun and couldn't see which direction they went. He asked me if I saw them, and I said 'yes' and pointed him in the wrong direction.
Once it was safe, the team leader, Kataki, told me I was 'alright' and invited me to join their team. Since I didn't have anything to lose, I accepted. I became part of the Okami Gang. I grew up with them, they became my family.
We'd steal, vandalize, trespass, drink, get high, gamble, all those bad things. I fell into a bad group, still better than the men my mom slept with. The gang didn't hurt me like they did. At least, that's how it was until that night…
-
"So tell her, man!" A latin boy by the name of Sucre draped an arm around Yamcha's shoulder, egging him to ask Josey- Yamcha's first love interest- for a date.
Yamcha scoffed at his friend and laughed, flipping his butterfly knife in his hand. The group had had a successful hit on an auto garage repair shop and had made it out with really good machine parts they could sell. They had also been able to smuggle out some good cuts of meat from a supermarket and other items, and Yamcha had been able to prepare them a feast at their abandoned warehouse hideout. He was, after all, not a bad cook.
All in all, his special day had gone well so far.
"She would have to be a real bitch to say 'no' to you today." Cage, their resident goth, drawled as she played with her Zippo lighter (she could do mad tricks with it).
Yamcha gulped. Cage did have a point, and she never talked out of her ass.
"The worst that can happen is that she tells ya to fuck off, ya know what I'm sayin'?" Buda, the legend on the dancefloor, commented from his seat at the gambling table. He was playing against Whale, the best gambler in the scene, also the group's chub-cherub.
Whale played a card that ruined Buda's chance of winning, making the slim teen cuss. "Roll the dice, if you get a seven, you
don't
ask her out." The heavy youth shrugged.
"Maaan. My boy, Slugger, don't gotta do none of that shit. All he gotta do-" Sucre pushed Yamcha towards the bike Josey was repairing, "-Is tighten up his balls, stop being a little cry baby, and go ask her."
"Hey- Stop! Okay, OKAY. I'm going." Yamcha smirked at his clique of bandits and shook his head, whispering encouraging words to himself as he pocketed his knife.
He became more nervous the closer he got to the girl of his dreams. "I can do this, I can do this…"
"Hey, Mr. I Can Do This, pass me that breaker bar, will ya?" Josey asked from the back wheel of the bike, pointing to the tool on the messy, oil-stained table.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah." Yamcha reached for the breaker bar and passed it to her. "Hey, so I was wondering… Now that I'm older-"
"Ya wanna go out with me, is that it?"
Yamcha's heart lodged in his throat. Josey wasn't the second in command for nothing. After all, she was the brains in most of their operations.
"Ha… Can't hide anything from you, can I…" Yamcha scratched the back of his head, feeling foolish for listening to his friends.
The older girl stood up and wiped her hands with a dirty rag. "I have eyes." She gave him a lopsided smile. "I've seen how much ya look at me."
"YEAH- Okay, I'm sorry. You probably think I'm a loser for liking you. You're- Waaay older than I am and- Oh, gods. I-I didn't mean it like that!" Yamcha shook his hands, wanting to be buried already. "Nothing wrong with older girls- Um, women. You're hot no matter how old you are- …Shit!" Yep, six feet under the ground.
"Relax, Slugger. Yer cute when yer all flustered." Josey tossed the rag on the table and signaled for Yamcha to follow her to the hanger.
Like a puppy dog, the shaky teen followed her to the hanger- their designated motel room-, away from any prying eyes. He heard the others hoot and cheer for him; he would finally lose his virginity and to the hottest girl on the team!
Josey opened the side door and chuckled at the state Yamcha was in. "Hey, Nervous Wreck. Try not to pee on yerself, okay? I'll go nice and easy on ya." She winked at the first timer and playfully shoved him inside, closing the door behind her.
Yamcha scrunched his face when she turned on the lights. "So… What do you want to do first? I've read about all the positions and all the ways to 'please your girl'-"
"I dunno, Slugger. Why dontcha ask him?" Josey nodded behind Yamcha and the teen turned around.
Yamcha gasped when he saw their leader sitting on the hood of a broken down car they kept in the makeshift motel.
"'Ways to please your girl', hm? You've been going through those dirty magazines Whale keeps under his mattress?" Kataki asked as he cleaned his nails with a pocket knife.
"N-no! I stole one from a convenience store- Uhh, Cosmopolitan?" Yamcha defended.
The oldest member of the gang snickered and put his knife away. "If you say so. I don't care if a kid goes through that stuff, not my problem."
Yamcha frowned, "I'm not a kid."
"You sure ain't anymore." Kataki pushed off the car and sashayed towards him.
Yamcha began to get nervous. Kataki always was a shady character, but he had never given anyone any reason to fear him, aside from the violent stories of his past he shared at bedtime.
"So, um, I-
We
need the hanger for a bit, if you catch my drift…" The teen began backing away as the team leader got into his personal space. The strange look in his eyes gave Yamcha chills.
"Oh, we sure do~" The older adult replied.
"Wait- Wha-AAAH!" The air in Yamcha's lungs was expelled as he was thrown to the bare cement floor. He turned to see Kataki straddling his legs and unbuttoning his jeans. "HEY!" The long haired teen grabbed the other's wrists and tried to move his hands away, but their leader was a borderline bodybuilder.
Yamcha reached inside his pocket for his butterfly knife, pulled it out, quickly opened it, and slashed Kataki's cheek.
The larger male shouted and touched his face where blood was already dripping out. "Oh, that was a big mistake, Boy. I was gonna go easy on you, get you nice and stretched for my dick. I ain't that small, you know."
Yamcha's eyes widened. "Wha- What the fuck do you mean by that?!"
"It means I'm gonna fuck you."
It didn't take a genius to put one and one together, and Yamcha did know about sex, theoretically. He just never thought about two guys having sex, or how it worked exactly. One thing was for sure, he didn't feel any attraction to this guy. He liked Josey.
"J-JOSEY, HELP!" He cried out when Kataki snatched his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head, his other hand went to unfastening his pants.
"Nah, Slugger. Ya don't need help from me, just enjoy it. Kataki is a sex master. He always takes care of initiating the inexperienced." The girl had chosen to sit on the car hood to watch the show.
Yamcha couldn't believe his team mate's words. He began to feel his eyes water as he noticed his chances of escape were narrowing down to zero. He had no idea what to expect, what to do, what to say to convince their leader to back off.
"P-please…" He said in a hushed tone. "Please stop…"
"Aww, got him to beg in record time. Usually, it's much later when they start crying. You must really be a coward." The youth teased cruelly.
Yamcha gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, a couple of lone tears rolled down his temples and got lost in his hairline. He kept himself from sobbing too loudly. If this was going to happen no matter what he did, he refused to be seen as weak.
Kataki worked Yamcha's pants and underwear down his thighs and picked him up from the floor, pushing him towards the hood of the car. Once there, he pressed the young man's face on the vehicle and secured his arms behind his back.
"You got a nice ass on you." A hardened hand snaked up Yamcha's thigh and grabbed one cheek, squeezing it and making Yamcha bite back on a whimper.
"He's gotta cute face too." Josey pinched Yamcha's cheek before slapping it softly.
"Hey, Jos. Thanks for bringing me this one." Kataki leaned forward to kiss the girl that set him up with Yamcha, and the younger male's heart was absolutely crushed. He would never trust a woman again…
Yamcha heard a zipper and some rustling before feeling something warm pressing at his back entrance. A split second later and all he could hear was his own ear-piercing screams and feel pain like he had never felt before.
-
After the deed was done, Kataki stepped away and cleaned cum and blood off his dick with his handkerchief. Yamcha slid down the side of the car until he was kneeling and hugged himself as he sobbed. He felt so used, so dirty, so invaded.
"See, Mr. Cry-a-lot? That wasn't so bad. And now ya getta have sex with any of us." Josey cooed at the crying teen as she got up to leave and let Yamcha collect himself. First timers always cried, then they got used to it.
"He wasn't so bad himself." Kataki said around a cigarette he was lighting. He slung an arm around Josey as they walked out of the hanger. "Oh, by the way… Happy birthday, Yamcha. Now you'll never get to be a real man."
The last thing Yamcha heard was the two older members' laughter before the door shut and he was left in the darkness.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"So after that, I waited for everyone to go to sleep and packed the few things that I owned, stole some small, expensive items I could sell, took some cash that we all stored in a small bag, and booked it out of there. I never saw any of them again. I don't know what became of them." Yamcha finished retelling his story.
The room had listened quietly and remained silent for a while. Turles had grimaced during the narration. He knew first hand what it felt like to be wronged badly. His breach had been forced on him as soon as he started turning of age; the experience was not a pleasant memory. And then his chances at having cubs had been taken away from him, along with his freedom- but that last one was on him.
"This is why you've never liked birthday parties?" Bulma asked her ex boyfriend.
Yamcha had almost forgotten he was in a room, surrounded by friends and… 'Other'. He nodded to Bulma's question, "Yep."
Another moment of awkward silence passed.
"Ya feel better now, Kid?" Bardock asked the human.
Yamcha looked up at the older Saiyan. "…Yeah, actually. I feel… A lot better. Lighter?"
"And ya do realize that asshole was a complete waste of space, right?" The mastermind asked, leaning forward to rest his arms on his legs.
"He was- Is." Yamcha replied.
"So why the fuck would anything that shitstain said have any value or truth? Ya still get to 'be a man' and like cock. And nobody ain't forcing ya to have sex."
Yamcha raised an eyebrow at Bardock.
"I
insisted
so ya could enjoy one of my legendary blow jobs, and ya LOVED it. That ain't forcing ya to have sex with me, not the way this dirt pile did. I weren't an asshole about it. Be glad ya ain't a Saiyan, in our culture, the strong takes whatever he wants from the weak. It were common to force another Saiyan to have sex. Nobody even blinked." Bardock crossed his arms.
"Adult
Saiyan." Vegeta added.
Bardock did a double take. "That's what I said."
"It is wise to specify you are talking about adults only." The Prince pinched the bridge of his nose.
"That much should be obvious…" The Commander was confused at the point Vegeta was trying to make. As far as he knew, these humans weren't like the putrid scum that worked for Frieza and would take whatever they wanted from ANYone.
Shaking his head from those disturbing thoughts, Bardock continued, "We're getting off track. Listen, Yamcha, and listen good. I absolutely love dicks. I love sitting on 'em, I love worshipping 'em, I love getting filled by 'em, I love getting impregnated by 'em," Toma whimpered and coughed to hide it while a couple of the men in the room felt uneasy at Bardock's words, "And I LOOOOVE sucking on 'em. It were like I feel incomplete if I don't got a dick in my mouth. Anything that involves a dick, a Saiyan dick-" He looked back at Vegeta and added,
"Adult
Saiyan dick-, I'm there for it."
The bandana clad warrior suddenly stood up and reached over Broly to grab his youngest cub by the scruff and haul him over. Goku let out a sharp whine, and it pulled at the wild Saiyan's heart, but he knew better than to go against Bardock.
The oldest dom of the pack held his cub at waist height, ignoring Kakarot's half-hearted attempts at removing his hand. He turned his attention back at the guest of honor, "It ain't a secret that Kakarot were a million times stronger than me. If I tell him to jump, he don't even ask 'how high'. I got power over every one of these Saiyans here-" Vegeta scoffed but didn't deny it, "-including the legendary one. And if I understand yer concept of 'being a man', ya ain't never gonna see a more 'man' than me. Bardock pointed at his own chest with his thumb and released the younger warrior.
Goku quietly went back to his seat, smelling Broly's anxiety and his heavier tail coil around his own.
"I don't give a fuck what others think of me liking what I like. If they got a problem with me, I'll show 'em I ain't one to fuck with." Bardock continued. "Ya ain't a weak human. Ya got worth, otherwise my cub wouldna let ya be part of his little team if ya didn't. Ya need to stop worrying about what others think, ya need to stop thinking little of yerself, and ya need to stop letting yer own chains hold ya back."
The scarred Saiyan took his seat again, "I weren't always like this, ya know. Took some hard and true words from my loving mate, that ain't here, for me to pull my head outta my ass and finally open my fucking eyes. Ya gonna open yers, Yamcha? Or are ya gonna keep being blind and miss out on all the wonderful thing ya can see just because ya don't wanna see the few bad things?"
Yamcha turned his gaze away. The old warrior had a point, but he'd had enough introspection for now. He needed time to reflect and relearn concepts. That did not happen overnight.
"As far as I'm concerned, anyone that thinks a person were less for liking certain things in their sex life, when they ain't hurting no one, they deserve to get their head blown off. And I ain't got no problem doing that." The Commander cracked his knuckles, making a few satisfying pops. "Don't let them win.
You
win instead."
Bardock's words struck a chord somewhere inside the former desert bandit. All his life, Yamcha had almost never won a battle. He would always lose the World Martial Arts Tournaments. He would always end up being all bark and no bite. He would always be the first to die.
Not having said much during the entire intervention, more because he wasn't sure if it was his place, Lemo gathered the courage to say a few words. "I don't know if you have a similar saying here on Earth, but on my planet, the wise folks would say something that translates into this: 'Pick up a stick, and begin fighting. On the road to victory, you'll find better weapons, and you'll use them to help face your battles more prepared.' Things may seem hard for you now, Yamcha, but if you listen, see, and commit, you'll find all the tools necessary to be happy in life. No battle has been won by sitting on one's tuchus, however. You need to put a little effort in it."
Yamcha listened to Lemo's encouragement. He was so tired of fighting the wrong battles, of denying himself. Maybe he should try fighting the one that would actually make him happy. Maybe he'd be able to win a battle, finally. Yamcha grabbed the bottle he had been drinking from and was about to take a swig when a hand took the liquor away.
"Better stay away from the drinks tonight, Buddy." Tien suggested as he pulled the glass container out of Yamcha's hold.
"Speaking of, we're ready to mingle and have drinks." Bardock announced. "Lots of 'em. Before we leave, I have one more thing to say to ya." He looked at the guest of honor. "Now that ya've made progress, I wantcha to go to yer room with my youngest brat and sex each other up."
"BABA!!!"
Goku all but screeched in a high pitched voice, taken for a loop at the sudden command.
"WAAAAHT?!" Yamcha was equally as stunned. Last thing he needed was to have an alien he was crushing on… Ooooh.
Vegeta's uproarious laughter was interrupted by his wife as she stood up to prevent Bardock from giving everyone more heart attacks. "OUT OF THE QUESTION! You've done enough tonight, Bardock!"
Calmly, Bardock explained why it was necessary. "Yamcha needs to find out what exactly he feels towards Kakarot. He's got Three Eyes over there pining after him, and he can't give him a definite 'no' or a definite 'yes'."
Yamcha looked at Tien with a raised brow.
"I- I don't know what he's talking about." Tien rubbed his neck, a tell of his when he was lying.
"Come off it. I can sense yer scent change every time yer near him." The scarred Saiyan pointed out. "Now that we hopefully got the gay issue outta the way, it ain't fair that Yamcha got ya waiting for him to make up his damn mind."
"Oh, I can help him makin' up his damn mind!" Goku started.
"Ya have no say in this, Brat. Unless Yamcha proves to himself that yer not his type, and he WILL see that ya ain't, he'll always hold a candle to ya." Bardock interrupted.
Goku scoffed at the mildly insulting implication. "Now, waitaminute!"
"It is settled." Vegeta stood up and stretched. "Kakarot, accompany Yamcha to his room and show him just why it would never work out between you two."
"Vegeta…" Bulma called to her husband. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
The Prince gave Bulma a look. "As much as I hate to admit it, Bardock has seldom been wrong in his strategies."
"Pah!
Seldom…"
Bardock huffed. He had NEVER been wrong when planning.
Sighing, the human female acquiesced. "Very well. Goku, go with Yamcha-"
"BUT-"
"-And before you lot go downstairs to have fun, I will have words with you." Bulma shot the Saiyans a pointed glare, a few of them shifted uncomfortably.
Goku's shoulders slumped. It seemed he wouldn't have a choice in the matter, and if it ultimately helped Yamcha get over him, then Goku would do his best to disappoint him.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE SAID THAT TO YAMCHA?! BACKING HIM INTO A CORNER LIKE THAT, MAKING HIM BURST OUT AND REVEAL A VERY PERSONAL PART OF HIS LIFE?!"
The Saiyans winced at Bulma's loud volume. The scientist had them all sit in the entertainment room of their suite while she chewed their ears out for misbehaving.
"You did go overboard." Vegeta told Bardock, backing up Bulma's lecture.
"DON'T YOU TRY TO BUTTER ME UP, PRINCE!"
Vegeta flinched when his wife rounded on him and screamed in his face.
"You didn't uphold your part of the bargain! You didn't keep your pack in line!" Bulma yelled.
Ungrateful bitch,
Bardock thought but refrained from insulting the pack's main provider. "If I hadn't gotten involved, we'd still be down there, going around in circles, and Yamcha would still be holding onto all that crap he had buried inside!"
Bulma held up a finger and prepared her next line. "Okay, I'll give you that it did help, but the way you went about it was simply mean!"
The oldest Saiyan of the group shrugged, "Hey, sometimes ya gotta do the dirty nobody else ain't willing to do in order to truly help others."
The scientist sighed. She hated that Bardock was right, and that his approach had actually been the thing Yamcha needed to open up, but she had specifically asked the pack to not get involved. And they had disobeyed.
"Sooner or later, Yamcha would've opened up if treated kindly. We don't know for sure if the rude reproach was the
only
way he would've gotten all that out. In any case, what's done is done, HOWEVER, you still disobeyed me, and if my terminology is correct, I'm one of the Centers of this pack. Remind me what the punishment for disobeying a Center is, Vegeta?"
The Prince took a deep breath; he knew this was coming and had prepared a contingency answer for just this situation. "Unfortunately, for many of our punishments in our culture, you lack the… Equipment down there. Not to mention, overall strength."
Bulma raised a manicured eyebrow. "Oh, Honey- You have no idea of the toys I have that can give me the 'necessary equipment'. Alas, I won't use sex as a punishment, that is your culture, not mine."
"Exactly. So pick a human punishment for us instead of trying to pass as a
Saiyan
Center." The flame haired royal stressed each word.
"Fine. A human Center can be just as ruthless as a Saiyan one." Bulma stood towards the pack, facing them with her arms akimbo, and delivered her punishment. "There will be no more absinthe for you lot for the rest of the trip, and I'm going to have a cleaning crew come here and get rid of all this- Smell you got going on in your room. They will not be using Saiyan-friendly products."
Suffice to say, the pack was not happy. They groaned and griped, complaining about their identity being erased (and the banning of absinthe), but Bulma did not stand down. "I also want Bardock to apologize to Yamcha for using such a harsh approach."
"THAT IS ABSOLUTE COCK!" Toma grabbed Bardock, impeding him from getting up as he shouted.
"You want me to take your flavored sticks away? Hmm?" The blue haired female asked nicely.
It was at that moment, Bardock knew he had fucked up. This human was a force to be reckoned with. If one crossed her, all their nice things disappeared. "I'll apologize when I feel like it." He said through gritted teeth.
"That works." Bulma walked over to the bar and grabbed the box she recognized as the flavored sticks she had bought for the Commander. "Toma, be a dear and grab the one he hides in his bandana."
Toma gulped and looked at his mate with uncertainty etched in his face.
"Ya just try to get near me."
Bardock hissed.
"Sorry, Love. In this circumstance, Bulma's authority supersedes yours." As fast as he could, Toma snatched the stick from Bardock's headwrap and passed it to the human. A loud screech left his lips as Bardock grabbed his tail and bit it.
"I'll be keeping these until you feel like apologizing. Alright!" Bulma said happily. "Now that this is out of the way, I do believe Goku has an appointment."
The Earth Saiyan sighed and rubbed his face. "Do I hafta?"
"Don't you care about Tien, Goku? Once you settle things with Yamcha, he'll see his feelings were misplaced and focus on the people that do want him." The scientist explained.
Goku knew Bulma and his carrier had a point. "Alright, I'm goin'." As he got up from the floor, Broly also stood and began following him. "Broly? Ya dun need t' come with me. I'll get this over with soon and come back."
The wild Saiyan shook his head. "I want to go with you."
He said it with such an anguished tone that Goku couldn't say 'no' to him. "Okay, Big Guy. Ya can escort me." The younger locker held onto his mate's hand and both left the room.
"My job here is done. Now I can go downstairs to unwind." Bulma took her leave and gave the Saiyans one more warning. "Oh, and if I find out you've been drinking absinthe, and I WILL find out, I'm going after your sweet tooth next. Taa~"
"She is heartless!" Raditz gasped. He felt his lust spike at the power this woman had, his wife. Watching someone be able to put Bardock in his place was such a treat. Bulma reminded him of Gine in that way.
"I don't know about you suckers, but I'm going downstairs as well and TRY to get drunk off some other alcohol." Turles announced as he stood up to put something pretty on.
"That sounds about right. Let's go." Bardock left the entertainment room with Raditz and Toma behind him.
"Toma."
The tanned Latcher stopped and turned to Vegeta. "Highness?"
"I shall have words with you." The Prince commanded.
Toma cocked his head to the side, "S-sure, Prince Vegeta. 'Dock! You go on without me!" He called to his mate.
They stood in the entertainment room in silence until Turles- the last of them-, left with a scandalous dress on and his attention grabbing heels.
"What's this about-?"
"It is your third born. Take a seat." Vegeta gestured to the sofa. The taller Saiyan sat down and listened attentively to whatever the royal had to say about Kakarot.
-
"Yer really gonna just wait here? While we… Ya know?" Goku asked Broly when the bigger warrior showed no intentions of leaving or entering Yamcha's room with his mate.
"I understand that whatever will happen in there is needed for some reason, and I'll be out here for when you come back to me." Broly reassure Kakarot.
Goku closed his eyes as the Latcher's hands touched his face. "I'm sorry. I dun really wanna do this, but yer right, it is needed. I won't be long, hopefully…" With a peck on Broly's cheek, Goku knocked on the former bandit's door.
"Just a minute!"
Came from inside.
The door opened a few seconds later, and Goku's eyes widened. Yamcha was dressed to kill tonight. He had formal clothes on, and Goku could smell hints of aftershave on him. Was that soft music coming from inside his cabin?
"Oh! Uhhh, Broly! Didn't… Expect-" Yamcha began to reek of anxiety.
Goku rolled his eyes and pushed the human back inside the room as he stepped through the door as well. "I'll be right back." He told his life partner pointedly before closing the door.
The Earth Saiyan placed his back on the closed door and opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and coughing. "The incense is a bit much…"
"It is?! I asked the staff for the most mild smelling one. I'll get it." Yamcha walked over to his dresser and put the stick out. "Anything else that's too much?"
Goku gulped. "The roses…"
"Oh, hahaha, that. Those were just a joke." The human grabbed the flowers that were randomly placed on his bed and tossed them to a corner. "Okay, but you can't say I didn't go wrong with the ambience. I made it very suave with the candles~"
"It's fine and all, Yamcha, but ya really didn't hafta. It ain't like yer tryin' t' go on several dates with me. We're just gonna talk and see where things take us." The alien took a seat on the edge of the bed. The romantic mood Yamcha had chosen while Goku had decided to wear the same loose fitting clothes he wore to the intervention made it rather awkward for him.
"Oh, totally!" Yamcha took a seat next to his friend. "I don't want you feeling pressured."
The Saiyan gave a broken laugh but didn't say just how pressured he already felt. "The music is nice. Ya chose Traditional Japanese."
"Yeah! I figured you'd like that. I also got these." The older male reached over to the night stand and got a red, heart shaped box. As he opened it, Goku could see they were chocolates.
"Where- Where did ya get these?!" Goku asked with wide eyes. There wasn't supposed to be a single thing made out of chocolate in the entire cruise.
"I bribed one of the kitchen chefs that I heard had smuggled a crate of cocoa powder, and he made me some." Yamcha picked up a candy and held it to the alien's mouth.
Goku's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he smelled the delicious, sweet treat. "Yamcha… There's a reason why Bulma banned chocolate on her ship. Chocolate… Makes Saiyans really horny."
"It does? Then I hit the nail on the head with this one~" Yamcha pushed the chocolate bonbon past Goku's full lips, and the Saiyan couldn't help but accept it.
"Mmm! I really shouldn't- Oh, this is good~ Seriously, chocolate fucks us up…"
"Speaking of fucking…" Yamcha scooted closer to his old friend and leaned in slowly.
Goku swallowed the chocolate and closed his eyes when he felt lips against his.
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Toma waited silently, sitting on the couch as Vegeta paced across the entertainment room. The Prince was obviously disconcerted by something, and the older Saiyan felt his curiosity start to reach dangerous levels.
He was about to open his mouth to coax some answers out of the smaller Saiyan when Vegeta spoke.
"What if he is not making the right choices?"
Toma floundered for a moment. "You- Um, you mean Kakarot?"
"That is who I wish to talk about, yes." At least Vegeta had stopped his pacing, and was now stood, arms crossed with one hand touching his chin, and his tail was waving pensively.
"You think Kakarot is making bad choices? On what?" The latcher asked.
"We are the only Saiyans alive that we know of. We are his only options."
Toma made an 'oh' face when he realized where this conversation was headed to. Vegeta wasn't sure Kakarot was choosing him for him, and his cub was only accepting Vegeta as a breeding mate because he was the only option available.
"Prince Vegeta, if you're feeling any doubts, then you need to tread care-"
"What if we bring Vegetasei back?" The flame haired royal suddenly blurted out, making the tanned warrior almost fall out of his seat.
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me, Toma. If there were more Saiyans around, I would know for sure if Kakarot desires
me.
I do not wish him to settle when he can select."
"Your Highness… While it would be fantastic to have our people back, I don't think-"
"I have even thought about ways to word the wish so the dragon could grant it without giving us trouble." Vegeta interrupted.
Toma blinked. "You- You need to word wishes a certain way in order to get them?" He wondered if they would need to think about a proper way to wish Gine back. Although, if Vegetasei was going to be wished back, was there even a point in using a wish on just one Saiyan?
"The dragon has limitations in quantity and time length. If I ask the dragon to undo Frieza's last attack on our planet without affecting the surviving Saiyans, that should work…" The Prince said while pointing up with a finger.
"That's an odd detail. Why without affecting the Saiyans that are alive?"
"If we do not specify that, it could disrupt the current timelines, and I do not wish to get involved with any Time Balancers." The royal explained. "They are a pain in the ass."
"Wouldn't making any wish mess up the current timelines, Your Highness?" Toma pointed out.
"This is true, but it is a timeline that never happened. Once Vegetasei was destroyed, its timeline and all the other Saiyans' timeline ceased to exist. They cannot be modified if they do not exist. By reopening that timeline, I am not modifying it, I am allowing it to continue just like it would have had Frieza never happened."
The taller Saiyan ran his fingers through his short, spiky hair. "This is too much for my brain, Prince. In any case, you need to talk about this with Kakarot AND Bulma before making any life altering- No-
Universe
altering decisions. It wouldn't hurt to talk to Bardock as well."
Vegeta sighed and rubbed a gloved hand down his face. "I had a feeling you would say that…"
"Prince Vegeta? Why did you choose me to talk about this? You could've talked with your Earth mate and my cub and Bardock without involving me." Toma asked, curious as to why Vegeta would talk about such a serious matter with a Saiyan that held a relatively minor position in decision making among the pack.
"Have you seen how hot headed Bardock and Bulma are? And Kakarot… He is a few cards shy of a full deck. No, I was forced to consult with the only member of our pack who is mature enough, smart enough, and who thinks things through without tearing the walls down with his temper. I… I respect your perspective on things. You are not as emotionally driven as others and your reasoning is higher than most of the pack."
Toma's eyebrows shot into his hairline. "I'm… I'm flattered, Your Majesty."
"Yes, and if I find out you have repeated any part of this conversation to the others, I shall rip your tail off." Vegeta threatened.
The larger alien lifted his hands in defeat. "Nobody will hear a word about this from me."
"That is another thing I respect about you. You know when to keep your godsdamned mouth shut." The brown haired Saiyan let out a heavy breath. "Is this a wise plan? Do you believe it is half baked?"
Toma thought for a moment. "It seems reckless to bring back an entire planet full of violent, world conquering creatures. Not that that matters to us, nor would it have any consequences on THIS planet with how powerful we've become. I'm too biased to answer that, Prince. I will obviously say 'yes' to bringing back our kind. Better check with the others on this, Bulma especially, even if she's hot headed. She'll have a human perspective on this situation, something we don't have.
"As far as the plan being half baked… Given the reasoning you have told me, I believe it is. This isn't the best solution to your insecurity. Kakarot needs to know about your doubts with your future mating. Taking another as a breeding mate is no laughing matter, but you two are already bonded, you're going to be side by side for the rest of your lives. Don't you think 'having cubs' is just a small detail compared to the absolute connection you already have with him?"
"I just do not wish him to pick me because he has no other choice…"
"Talk to him, Prince Vegeta. Nobody knows Kakarot's emotions better than himself."
"If that is what you think is best, then I shall do so." Vegeta hadn't told Toma this, but he was the closest Saiyan to a 'source' Vegeta had now. If things were different, he would've been talking to the King about his problems. Maybe, if things worked out, that would soon come to be.
-
The door to Yamcha's cabin swung open and Goku stepped out, looking a bit worse for wear. Broly, who had been sitting on the floor right next to the door, immediately stood up and began smelling his mate. Broly suddenly felt confused…
"I dun wanna talk about it. Can we go somewhere private? The pool maybe? I dun feel like partyin' with the others." The Earth Saiyan asked his mate.
Broly nodded and grabbed Goku by the hand, leading him to their next destination and away from the human that his mate had been with.
When they arrived at the glass door, Goku retrieved his access card and they entered. The Earth Saiyan leaned his back on the door as it closed, and sighed. Broly wanted to ask, gods knew his curiosity was killing him, but he felt like his mate needed a distraction from whatever had happened in Yamcha's room and not to bring back memories.
He had a good idea of what could redirect the older Saiyan's attention, but he didn't quite know how to go about it and fidgeted, his scent changing a tad acrid with nerves.
"Broly?" Goku lifted his head as soon as he noticed the change. "Are ya okay?"
The wild warrior shook his head.
"Is it cuz of Yamcha?"
Broly thought for a moment then shook his head again.
"Let's sit down, and ya can tell me what's botherin' ya." The smaller Saiyan grabbed Broly's hand and led him to the lounge chairs at the side of the pool.
Once they were sitting down, Goku tangling their tails together, the stronger warrior gathered his courage to speak.
"Is your promise… Are you still keeping it?" He asked.
"My promise?" Goku tilted his head, confused by the unexpected question.
"You promised you'd give me two whole… Hours of whatever I wanted if I learned how to tread water, swim, and dive during the cruise." Broly reminded him. If his memory was correct, two hours were the equivalent of a degree.
Goku's eyes widened. "Oh! Yeah, I did promise ya that!" Face sparkling with curiosity, he asked Broly what he wanted. "Have ya thought of anything ya want?"
The larger Saiyan nodded his head and… Blushed. Biting his bottom lip, he turned his head away.
"Hey." Goku touched Broly's face and brought it back to look at him. "It's okay. I did say whatever ya wanted. Aside from lettin' ya hurt others, I'm open t' anythin' ya wanna do."
Broly gulped and winced. "I want… I want you… Inside me."
The slightly older Saiyan stared at his life partner; he was absolutely stumped. Out of all the things Broly could've asked him, he just wanted Goku to top him?!
"Broly…"
"It's alright if you don't want to do that. I can think of something else." Broly smelled disappointed, but he lifted his hand in acceptance.
The Earth Saiyan chuckled. "Broly, I'll fuck ya anytime ya want, anywhere, any day. Ya dun need t' ask for such a simple thing-"
"I want that." The younger Saiyan said with conviction in his tone.
Goku remained silent for a couple of seconds and then slowly nodded. "Okay, Big Guy. But just let me make one thing clear. Ya dun always hafta top me. I prefer that over anythin' else, sure, but we can switch whenever ya want. Ya don't hafta use this one time t' bottom for me. Understand?"
Broly nodded vigorously, "Yes. I understand." Leaning closer to Goku, the larger alien pressed their lips together.
Goku closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he felt his life partner's mouth on him. Broly's scent, his temperature, even the strong-feeling flesh, these lips felt right against his.
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It was like being in a rigorous battle. Flesh collided together, teeth were bared, breaths came in heavy, skin perspired, and bodies moved in perfect synchronization. Broly's hands traveled up and down Goku's sweaty body, and the smaller Saiyan's legs and arms tried trapping the latcher's frame, clinging to it as if afraid he'd dissolve into a cloud of smoke. "Broly- How do ya- Wanna do this?" The Earth Saiyan panted. Broly stopped kissing his life partner and pulled back. A hesitant look crossed his features, and words wouldn't come out. "Tell me, Big Guy." Goku removed a strand of hair from Broly's face and pecked his lips. "These two hours are all about what ya want." "I… I want you to behave like Bardock." "…What." Goku was taken aback by the request. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Did Broly have a crush on his carrier? How long had that been going on for, if that was the case? Did he mean he wanted Goku to suck on his dick like his life would be over if he didn't have a cock halfway down his throat?! Broly bit his lips and began exuding the acrid smell of nervousness. "I know you don't have it in your nature. It's okay if you can't." "Can ya please explain?" Brows furrowed and eyes fixed on a spot on the cushions of the lounge chair, the larger alien thought for a while. "Bardock- He knows what he wants, and he takes it. He's assertive and dominant- The opposite of you. It was just wishful th-" Broly wasn't expecting to be suddenly half spun and shoved on his back with Goku pinning him and a threatening aura surrounding his mate's smaller form. "So ya want me t' be more like my carrier in that sense?" Goku asked with an oddly menacing tone. "And ya think I dun have dominance in my nature?" The latcher didn't know how to respond to that, thinking he had angered his life partner. "It's not- It's not like that-" "Be careful what ya wish for, Broly. I can let my dominant side show if I wanna." Brows knitted and fangs bared, Goku sat up straight, sitting on Broly's abs and let his ki skyrocket, slipping into his first transformation. "Ya see, Big Guy, every time I let my power go free…" Goku's ki shot up, leading him to his ascended form, "The more Kakarot takes over and the more Goku recedes." Letting his power level reach the maximum of his mortal transformations, Goku shouted, his hair started getting longer, and his aura became searing, almost hot enough to burn the fabric of the lounge chair. "Until there's no more sweet, submissive Goku. Just me." Kakarot growled. Broly had never seen this form before. His mate looked breathtaking with long hair and that piercing look in his eyes. He opened his mouth to comment on how striking Kakarot looked, but he was abruptly flipped onto his stomach and felt his partner draping himself over Broly's back. "You don't talk unless I tell you to." The golden haired Saiyan growled warningly. Broly nodded without thinking twice. "Yes, Sir." The dominant locker emphasized. A small and shy 'yessir' escaped Broly's lips, and a spike of arousal and anticipation traveled through his body. "Good boy." Kakarot patted Broly's rump. "Now lift your ass for me." Broly tensed for a moment while Kakarot got up. He wondered if his mate meant to have anal sex with him- not that he was opposed. He had just been sure Kakarot would first fuck his breeder. Nonetheless, Broly arched his tail over his back to expose both entrances, and Kakarot would choose whichever one he wanted, Broly had no say in that decision, and it thrilled him that the love of his life had such control over him. The golden warrior brought his hand over towards Broly's tail gland and began massaging it with his thumb pad, getting the soft, round nub to produce oil. After a few seconds, Kakarot stood up to straddle Broly's ass, facing towards his mate. He reclined his body, bracing himself on the latcher's hips, and aligned their tail glands together. Moving his hips in small circles, Kakarot began rubbing the base of their tails against one another, mixing their scents, blending their identities together. Broly moaned when he felt his mate's soft gland against his, the peach-like bumps covered in oil slid wonderfully opposite each other. The taller warrior blushed at the intimacy of such an act. He'd seen Goku's parents do that once or twice, but never questioned it, disregarding it as another one of their antics. But being in that position and actually feeling and smelling their scents combining, was entirely an entirely different experience. "You really are eager to accept anything I do to you. Do you even know what I'm doing to you? What it means?" Kakarot asked with a bite in his voice. Broly could only shake his head and groan. He didn't care what it meant, as long as his life partner kept at it. "This is known as 'trotting'. It can mean a few things. In this particular case, I'm emphasizing my ownership over you. You belong to me and nobody else, got that?" The wild warrior nodded vehemently. "Yessir." "Good." The slightly smaller Saiyan purred. "Now show me how much you love it while I mark you as mine." It took a minute of more tail gland frotting for the aliens to have a tail orgasm. It was gentle and smooth, unlike the other explosive orgasms they could have, but the meaning behind the action was what made Broly's spirit soar. "Mmm~ That was a good appetizer." Kakarot stood up and stretched his back, tail still trembling from its moderate orgasm. "On your back, Big Guy. And spread yourself for my cock." A hand was brought to the Super Saiyan's hard-on, and it began stroking the meat rod. Broly lay on his back, and with legs bent at the knees and separated as much as they could, the taller warrior brought a hand to his cunt and held his slit open with his thumb and index finger, blushing at being so exposed but also excited when he smelled his mate's arousal become stronger. Kakarot got off the chair and knelt at the foot of it, leaning over to take a closer look at Broly's pink insides. "Look at you. Already dripping and pulsing, trying to find something to grab onto but getting emptiness. Let me help you with that." Broly's fingers were removed, and the latcher felt two enter him. Gasping, Broly threw his head back as his partner's digits filled up his channel. Using his middle and ring finger, Kakarot pushed them as deep as he could go and began fingering the larger Saiyan, pulling an orchestra worth of small moans, whimpers, and purrs from his breeding mate- plus the wet, squelching sounds coming from his pussy. The moment Kakarot put pressure on his sweet spot, Broly tensed, his back arched, and his tail poofed up, writhing on the cushions below them. A loud gasp left his open mouth, fingers dug in and ripped linen, and the wild Saiyan closed his eyes to further enhance the sensations coursing through his body. Kakarot hummed as he enjoyed feeling his partner clench around his digits. "Your cunt is ready for me to fill it. You're going to FEEL me in my third form." A shy whimper managed to escape Broly's closed lips. "What's that?" The transformed Saiyan asked. "Please fuck me…" At a quirked, golden eyebrow, Broly added, "S-sir." "So eager to be squeezing my dick instead, hm?" A seductive, raspy voice filled Broly's ears, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Very well then." Kakarot pulled his fingers out and licked the ring one, the middle one was shoved inside the larger Saiyan's mouth, and Broly gladly accepted it, sucking his own slick off the powerful digit that could destroy a comet if it so wished to. Bringing his hand back to balance himself, Kakarot positioned his groin near Broly's and guided his now thicker shaft inside the Legendary. "Mmm~Aaaah!" A pleasured sound left Broly's mouth, and he scrunched his eyes at the tight fit. His mate was almost as big as Raditz now, and maybe a bit wider in his 'further beyond' state. "Too big for you?" Kakarot asked with an amused expression. Broly shook his head, eyes still closed, and wrapped his legs behind his mate's hips to coax him further inside. A growl from the illuminated Saiyan made Broly stop. It was clear Kakarot wanted to set the pace, and the stronger warrior would let him. Kakarot kept pushing in and pulling out, gradually going in deeper until his gold pubic hairs met Broly's groin. His bright colored tail made waves behind him as the shorter alien basked inside his life partner's tight channel. When Broly whined, Kakarot pulled back and slammed back in again, keeping still and pressing against the other's cervix. Broly shouted at the sudden move, and it morphed into a lustful moan. At the next exit and slam back, the dark haired Saiyan's hand found purchase on a strong, muscular shoulder, his other hand went to his own dick and began stroking it. "Not so fast!" Kakarot grabbed both of Broly's hands." I don't believe I allowed you to touch yourself." He placed a ki cuff around both hands and shoved them above Broly's head, feeling the larger warrior clench around him at his show of dominance. "Keep these here." Kakarot punctuated every word, and when his lover nodded, he went back to fucking him, increasing the pace bit by bit until he was hammering his breeding mate at full speed and strength- something Broly encouraged with all sorts of pleasure sounds. All too soon, Broly found himself typing over the edge. His back arch away from the lounge chair, he struggled not to break the cuffs around his wrists with his superior strength, and when he felt his dick begin to pulse and his cunt tighten like a vice, something clasped around his shaft, and the cock pounding into him stopped abruptly. The Legendary Saiyan opened his eyes to look at the warm object keeping him from coming and saw it was a ring made of light- a cockring. Worried eyes turned to look at teal orbs, questioning the sudden decision to stop his orgasm. "You'll ask for permission before you climax. I want to hear you beg for it. Beg me to let you come." Kakarot reassured him, in a way, that Broly would be able to orgasm, just not on his own terms. "Yessir." Broly sighed in relief, not opposed to some edging in the slightest. "Good boy." Kakarot lovingly caressed Broly's face and returned to fucking him vigorously. The wild warrior tried his best to not have a breeder orgasm, but when his life partner all of a sudden dived down to his shoulder, and re-bit his mating mark, sharp and long fangs piercing flesh and drawing blood, Broly couldn't stop himself from shouting and coming through his mating entrance. The golden warrior pulled back, blood dripping from his chin, and gave Broly a look. "You came…" "Sorry! I couldn't- AAAAAAAH!" Broly screamed when his mate pushed all the way in, piercing his cervix, and began obscenely fucking into his core and through his ring of muscles, making the larger Saiyan lose his mental faculties for a hot minute until Kakarot reached his orgasm and came deep within his breeding chamber. Kakarot surprised Broly when he leaned down to kiss him, painting his lips red, and the latcher eagerly reciprocated the passionate kiss. Several moments passed of the two bodies writhing in pleasure, when Broly couldn't take it anymore and begged to be released. "Please, Kakarot- Sir. Let me come, please…" The words felt odd coming from his mouth. He never had had to beg before, and Broly wasn't sure he was doing it right. "Well~" The dominant Saiyan panted. "Since you asked so nicely…" The cockring was removed and Broly let out the loudest howl yet as his dick was allowed to orgasm. He felt his vision start to blur and coherent thoughts failed him. He only watched as Kakarot sat up, grabbed his larger dick, and aimed it so that semen would pour into his mouth like a water fountain. He didn't even notice he had started lactating from his large pecs nor the dissolving cuffs around his wrists. Kakarot drank as much sweet cum as he could, he was surprised when it lasted longer than usual- Broly must've been really backed up and horny-, but eventually, the stream died down and small spurts of white continued falling over his lover's body. The golden warrior pulled out and stood up, drops of slick and cum dripping from his sensitive cock, and fixed his partner with a heated look. "Use your tail to clean your breeder. And lick your tail clean after each thrust inside." Broly nodded and wiggled his tail inside obediently. He followed his mate's words to the 'T', and sucked on his own, black furred tail before returning it to his pussy. The taste of their combined love liquids made his toes curl and his eyes flutter shut. After the third or fourth attempt to fish out all the cum inside his cunt, Kakarot surprised him by straddling his chest and rubbing his cockhead over his milk covered nipples, alternating between left and right, between using his dick and fingers. A few minutes was all it took for Broly to have a nipple orgasm. Dew gently squirted out his buds, mixing with milk and sweat, and soon, mixing with Kakarot's cum as the shorter Saiyan reached his peak and made sure to come over his dark, rosy nubs. A smile stretched Broly's lips as he lay there content and satisfied. His tail tapped languorously on the destroyed cushions. All in all, this had been a good session. "Thank you, Kakarot." A snort came from the other Saiyan, and it made Broly look up questioningly. "We're not finished here. It has been one hour, give or take. You're going to pass out from pleasure by the time I'm done with you. That is a promise and a threat." Broly gulped and watched with curiosity as his mate bent down to coat his hand and arm with their combined bodily fluids. Milk, cum, and dew all covered Kakarot's left extremity. "What are you doing?" Broly thought it was a very weird way to clean him. The other Saiyan arched an eyebrow, and Broly added 'sir' to the end of his question. "You'll see in just a moment." Kakarot got off his mate's hardened body and kneeled on the floor at the end of the lounge chair. "Scoot yourself towards me, Big Guy. Feet on the floor." Broly followed the instructions and scooched to the edge of the lounge chair, planting his feet on the ground. "What now, Sir?" His tail tip swayed from side to side, showing curiosity. "Lie back, and bite on your hand. You're going to get loud." Not knowing what Kakarot meant by that, Broly did as told and put the back of his hand in his mouth, biting the flesh there. No sooner did he do that, a piercing scream left his mouth as he felt his breeder being stretched beyond its limits. He lifted his head and whimpered when he saw his life partner pushing his hand inside him.
"MMMMMFFFF!!!"
"Shhh, you can take it. I know you can. The strongest Saiyan in the known universe? It's just my arm~ Saiyans get false claims all the time, and they do just fine." "Your- ARM?!" Broly shouted. "Did I say you could talk?!" The larger Saiyan put his hand back against his mouth and bit harder as more of Kakarot's hand entered him. Just when Broly thought his cunt couldn't get stretched more, his mate continued pushing deeper and deeper and deeper. He wanted to tell Kakarot to stop, that he couldn't take more, but he couldn't deny the wonderful sensation of being filled to beyond the brim as he was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Once Broly felt Kakarot's fingers touching the entrance to his core, he sighed in relief. It would only be downhill from here. How wrong he was. He wasn't expecting his lover to pull back and literally start hammering inside him, hitting his cervix every time his arm bottomed out. And when Kakarot extended his middle finger to pierce through his ring when his arm was all the way in, Broly couldn't hold back an Earth shattering scream as his breeder unexpectedly contracted, and he came. Slick squirted in vast amounts from his shooter gland, splashing not only over Kakarot's arm, the lounge chair, and the floor, but Kakarot's torso and legs as well. "Just look at you." Kakarot spoke as he continued fisting the Legendary Super Saiyan. "You love getting stuffed so much that my dick wasn't enough. You had to have my entire arm inside you to make you squirt like this, you slut. And here I thought Turles was the whore." The dominant alien extended two more fingers and began ringing his mate as Broly continued squirting and howling with lust. Kakarot began to time his movements with the dilating of Broly's cervix, and when he found the right moment, he extended all his fingers and speared through the contracting muscles, making a fist once he was inside the other Saiyan's core. Broly screamed again so hard, his throat became raw, and he felt his consciousness slipping away from the amount of pleasure and pain he was feeling. When he came to, he saw the blurry silhouette of his life partner now kneeling over him. Broly's vision was slowly restored, and he realized Kakarot was jacking himself off. He didn't make a fuss when his limp body was flipped over, his hips hiked up, or when the tip of Kakarot's shaft entered his back tunnel while the marginally smaller Saiyan orgasmed. He could feel hot cum coating his channel as Kakarot kept spilling inside. After a minute or so, Broly whimpered as his ass was spread open when his mate slid all the way inside. He felt his ki open at the bottom of his spine, right before his tail started, and begin to flow out and into Kakarot. Broly wasn't concerned about yielding his base ki to the love of his life. If Kakarot wanted to take it all and leave him the weakest Saiyan, Broly would let him. Power meant nothing to him compared to his feelings towards his life partner. His eyes snapped open when he could no longer feel his lover's strong aura. Out of the corner of his eye, Broly saw Goku back in his base form and let himself be maneuvered back against the pillows of the ruined lounge chair. Goku then lay behind the much larger Saiyan and spooned him as much as he could, nuzzling Broly's hair, inhaling his scent. Together, the two warriors, destroyers of worlds, drifted off into a light sleep- at least for a few minutes. Goku suddenly woke up when a particular scent hit him, and he sat up, startled. He could smell blood, and it wasn't his. "Oh, gods… I hurt ya!" Broly shook his fuzzy head and looked back at his mate's worried features. "I liked it. It's okay." "No! It ain't okay." Goku quickly crawled to Broly's bottom end and lifted one of his heavy legs. He gasped and covered his mouth when he saw his breeding mate's entrance dripping blood. He could also smell dried blood near Broly's face and also checked him over there, finding he had remarked him. "Crapcrapcrapcrap! I shouldn'ta powered up! I get crazy when I'm in my third form, the power goes t' my head. I'm so sorry, Broly. It won't happen again, please dun be mad!" Tears started prickling the edges of the older Saiyan's eyes as memories came flooding back with a vengeance. Smelling his life partner's anxiety coming off him in waves, Broly sat up, wincing as he did so, and without warning, clamped his strong jaws on Goku's trapezius muscle, right above his mating mark. Goku gasped loudly as flesh was broken, and now, the scent of his blood joined Broly's. "Ahhhng~ Broly?!" The larger Saiyan pulled back, licking his lips. "This means we're united forever, right?" Goku nodded, a tear falling as he closed his eyes, and he quickly wiped it away, struggling to get a hold of his emotions. He flinched when a set of strong, toughened hands cupped his face, and he melted when Broly touched their noses and foreheads together. "I would die for you, Kakarot."
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Goku insisted they have a quick wash at the pool stalls before heading towards the restaurants for a bite to eat. After satiating their appetite (and making the staff work overtime), the two aliens returned to their suite.
The planet's personal hero was on the verge of passing out, Broly noticed, and he was quick to send Goku off to sleep, saying he'd get another pack member to fix him up- Turles was more than enthusiastic to volunteer for the task when the pack returned from their 'night out'.
That night, curled among the members of his pack, his circle, his mate, Broly fell asleep peacefully, feeling safer than he had in his entire life.
-
Morning came too soon, and the group of alien warriors dragged themselves out of bed and downstairs to get breakfast. After emptying the restaurant once more, the pack toured the cruise, went to the pool, and returned to their room to get rid of the scent of chlorine.
What they didn't expect was an even stronger, more offensive scent waiting for them in the suite.
Vegeta was the first victim. As soon as he opened the doors, a cloud of chemicals crashed into his face, making the sensitive Saiyan keel over in a fit of coughing and hacking.
"What- Oh. OH, GODS!" Goku was foolish enough to jog over to the dying Prince and grimaced at the smell of their room having been cleaned with strong smelling products. He grabbed his future mate by the shoulders and moved away from the toxic room.
"The fuck's going- HURK!" Bardock doubled over when he smelled the younger pair coming towards them. They reeked of chemical warfare, and the others took several steps back as the smell Goku and Vegeta had tracked with them reached their nostrils.
"This brings back memories!" Raditz said in a nasal voice, keeping his nose pinched.
"Wrong, Moron." Vegeta fanned the air around him. "Even Frieza's ship did not smell as corrosive as our sleeping chamber does!"
"Someone needs to open the windows to let the room air out." Toma pointed out as he grimaced and tried breathing through his mouth. That only made the air sting his throat.
"I'll go." Broly offered, but before he could take one step, Turles placed an open palm on the large Saiyan's chest, stopping him.
"Opening the windows doesn't involve smashing a hole in them. Let me go. I have experience dealing with deadly fumes. Plus, you've been limping since early sun, you can't be quick about it." The pirate said.
"You're going to need help." Toma noted. "I'll go with you, and we'll get the job done twice as fast."
"Toma…" Bardock turned to place his hands on his life partner's shoulders, giving him a pained look. "Ya don't hafta do this. I- I couldn't bear to lose ya again."
"Pray to Lune that I may return to you in good health." The tanned latcher replied before kissing his mate and turning to the Synthetic Saiyan. "Ready when you are."
"You do realize we might not make it back." The mocha skinned warrior warned Toma.
"We shall bring you back with the Dragon Balls if you perish during this act of bravery." Vegeta told them in a solemn tone.
"Good luck, ya two." Goku said with a pained expression.
"We'll erect a monument at the place ya've fallen." Raditz promised.
"Erect a monument where?"
A well known voice belonging to their female Center made the Saiyans turn to see Bulma followed by their earthling acquaintances. Cheelai and Lemo were also tagging along.
"Bulma!" Goku exclaimed and ran to hug his oldest childhood friend.
"What's this about monuments?" The scientist asked.
Toma began explaining their dilemma. "We need your help. Our nest room. It-"
"You sent the blasted room service to clean our chamber with those gods forsaken chemicals!" Vegeta shouted, finishing the explanation from his mate's source.
"Oooh. That's what this is about. Oopsies, I forgot to tell the cleaning staff to not use detergents.
Ammonium hydroxide-based detergents."
Bulma added with venom dripping from her words.
Vegeta's jaw dropped. He had heard tales and legends about the so-called ammonia; how it was even used by some people as a weapon for self defense.
"Consider this punishment for misbehaving during the intervention." The blue haired female tossed her short hair and continued to her marital suite. "By the way, we're going to play a neat game. You can hang out in my room while yours airs out. Yamcha, be a dear and help these world crushing creatures with their room service aftermath."
Yamcha smiled nervously at the aliens and timidly made his way through them to open the windows in their suite. He came out a minute later, victorious, and unaffected. He felt a surge of accomplishment and pride as he saw the Saiyans' expressions of awe.
"Well, come on, you bloodhounds. Let's get this show on the road!" Eighteen zigzagged past the stunned fighters and followed her blue haired friend into her suite.
The humans and soon the pack all entered Bulma's large-enough-to-fit-thirty-people room.
Goku stayed behind and pulled Gohan back.
"Son, what game are we playin'?"
Gohan adjusted his glasses and smiled knowingly. "Truth or Dare!"
Goku had to gulp. It had been years since he'd played this game with his friends, and since at that time Chichi hung around them, the game was toned down. Now, with Bulma's crew, and his pack, the Earth's defender was hesitant whether he wanted to risk playing this particular game.
"Don't worry, Dad. How bad can it get?" Gohan patted his father on the back. "Also- Why's Broly walking like he has a broken leg?"
"EHEHEH. Dun worry about that. He musta twisted his ankle…"
"If you say so, Dad." Gohan rolled his eyes and smiled as he entered the suite.
It took a few seconds for Goku to follow. He made a metaphorical hand movement of throwing something behind him before entering.
It was his pride and dignity.
-
"Alright! I'm asking the first question. DIBS!" Eighteen touched her nose as soon as she saw a few people, including Raditz, move their hands to call dibs.
After explaining briefly what the game was about, furniture had been moved to make space, and everyone had sat on the floor in a circle in the middle of the main chamber. Vegeta, Eighteen, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Goku, Broly, Videl, Gohan, Bardock, Toma, Lemo, Cheelai, Turles, Raditz, and Bulma were all sat next to each other with drinks in their hands, ready to create fun and embarrassing memories.
"Okay, first question goes to…" The android scanned the group, her blue steely eyes falling on one long haired Latcher. "Raditz! Truth or dare?"
"Hm? What about truth and dare?" The tall Saiyan was caught off guard.
"Ya wanna answer an embarrassing question or do something embarrassing?" Bardock reminded his dense cub.
"Oh, right. I'll pick truth." Raditz chose.
"Answer me this." The blonde cracked her knuckles. Krillin rubbed his face- he knew just what his wife was going to start with. "What's the highest number of orgasms you've had in a day?"
Yamcha choked on his tequila.
Raditz scratched his cheek and thought about his answer. "Well, I was a professional Breacher back on Vegetasei. One time, I performed almost twenty breaches since we were running low on Favors that term. Each session usually lasts fifteen counts, and Saiyans have multiple orgasms, not just one. So let's see… Vegeta?"
The Prince rolled his eyes- Raditz was never good with numbers. "Rounding it off, I would say that comes to two thousand orgasms in the length of twenty hours, give or take."
All the human penis owners suddenly felt very inadequate. Lemo whistled.
"HOLY SHIT!" Eighteen yelled.
"There is no way you have enough water in your system to produce that much cum." Bulma, the ever analytical mind, pointed out.
"Born Latchers can have dry orgasms." Raditz reminded his wife. "Besides, one of my high ranked clients was kind enough to provide me with water from his well. I was plenty hydrated."
"Saiyans can come a hundred times in just one session." Bardock bragged.
Turles added, "And several types of orgasms. Seven to be precise."
"Lucky bastards…" Yamcha mumbled, huffing like a teenager that was grounded from his computer for a month.
"It's my turn, right? We're going clockwise?" Krillin interrupted the conversation. At this point, the pack was just flexing.
"Go ahead, Pint-size. Ask your question." The android sassed her husband.
"This one's for you, actually. Since you started the game with such a risqué question." The pint-size quipped.
"Fine," Eighteen shrugged, "Dare."
As soon as she said 'dare', she realized her mistake. She had a feeling Krillin was going to ask her to do something with one of the other girls.
"Slowly run your tongue from Bulma's collarbone to her earlobe."
"Hmph. Called it. So unoriginal." The blonde crawled past Vegeta and winked at the scientist. "Expose your neck for me, Blue."
Bulma giggled and tilted her head back. The Saiyans, especially Vegeta and Raditz, gawked at the ease with which Bulma obeyed. Eighteen traced her tongue from the older human's collarbone, up the length of her neck, and stopped at her earlobe to suck at it.
When she took too long, Krillin blushed and burst out. "Okay, OKAY! It backfired…"
Eighteen pulled back from a flushed Bulma and took her seat. "Learn not to challenge me with those things." She admonished her husband. Krillin mumbled a 'yes, Dear'.
"My turn! Cheelai." Yamcha called to the green woman. "Truth or dare."
"I'll take 'truth', thank you very much." The pink eyed alien sipped from her cocktail.
"Have you ever faked an orgasm?" The former bandit asked.
He wasn't expecting an immediate chorus of 'YES!' from all the girls.
Gohan gasped and turned to Videl with a worried expression. "Is that true?"
Videl chuckled, "Not with you, Silly. Past partners that didn't even know where stuff was."
"Have you faked with me, Bulma?" Yamcha gave the scientist a kicked-puppy face.
"Sorry, Yam, you already asked your question. It's Tien's turn." The evil genius replied.
"I have an easy one for Vegeta. Truth or dare." The triclops smirked.
The Prince squinted his eyes at the tall martial artist. He didn't trust Tien for one second. "Dare." There was no way he was going to let Three Eyes get information out of him.
"Perfect. Cry like a baby for one full minute."
Everyone in the room gasped. Vegeta almost popped a vein on his forehead. "I refuse."
"Nooonono, you can't refuse, Your Majesty." Bulma stopped Vegeta from getting up to leave. "If you don't do your part, I won't let you near me for my next five periods."
Vegeta gaped at her, his jaw hitting the floor. "You wretched, vile creature…" The royal sat comfortably, and a look of concentration crossed his face. He wasn't sure if he would be able to lower his mask for an entire minute in front of everyone, much less cry.
Suddenly, he felt Kakarot through their bond. The younger Saiyan was communicating with him telepathically and sending his emotions through their link. Vegeta choked up and clapped a hand to his mouth. Tears began falling down the resolute Prince's cheeks. He closed his eyes as he felt a pang of aching and longing and disappointment in his chest.
"Kakarot, stop…"
The flame haired elite whispered and held out a hand as he struggled to not bawl.
Goku smiled at his future mate, also wiping water from his eyes. "Alright, 'Geeta."
The smaller Saiyan rubbed his face, brushing off the salty trails that had run down his face. "Fuck. I need a drink."
"No absinthe." Bulma noted.
"Bring me the strongest thing you have then." Vegeta replied in a tone that was not his usual strong, assertive voice.
"For fuck's sake, Goku, what did you do to my husband?" Bulma asked as she got up to retrieve a bottle of quadrupled whiskey.
The Earth Saiyan was about to reply, when Vegeta sent him a warning through their bond. "Sorry, Bulma. I ain't allowed t' say."
The scientist squinted at the two bonded Saiyans. She'd get her answer later.
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Somewhere between Vegeta trying to blast Tien's head off, and Bardock and Turles getting into a bitch fight, Bulma popped out the big guns and served a few bowls of unending snacks; several kinds of popcorn, a variety of pocky sticks, flavored pretzels, colorful mochi… And all kinds of dips, including a wasabi dip which the Saiyans stayed away from.
Snacks, plus a few rounds of sweet alcoholic beverages, seemed to calm the group down, and they were now ready to continue.
Spilling his cocktail all over as he laughed his ass off, Goku met Yamcha's choice of 'dare' with an embarrassing challenge. "Call yer usual pizza place, say yer name, and ask if they use cruelty free wheat in their dough. And ya can't say it's a dare!"
Gohan rolled over in a fit of laughter, and a considerable amount of liquor shot out of Eighteen's nose. Videl had tears in her eyes, and Tien rubbed his face at his friend's ridiculous dare.
"You can't be serious. As soon as I speak, they'll recognize my voice and say 'hey, Slugger! You want your usual?' There is NO way I'm ruining my reputation by asking such a thing!" Yamcha barked back at the giggly Earth Saiyan.
Bulma tried to speak as she wheezed, "You- You have to- Endure the humiliation-" She gave up after not being able to contain her laughter.
"FINE!" Yamcha dolefully pulled out his cellphone, called his favorite pizza place, and grimaced when the cashier he used to date answered.
"Hey, Liv. I have…" Yamcha anxiously bounced on his butt. "An unusual question."
After explaining to her what he meant by 'cruelty free wheat'- because the girl was just not getting it-, the former Desert Bandit gave up and said it was a joke, and he only wanted to hear her voice again, and hung up.
The group roared at the miffed, embarrassed expression on his face.
Then it was Broly's turn. He asked Tien, and 'truth' was chosen.
"Where do you see yourself in five orbits- Years." The largest Saiyan asked.
Tien felt a little hot under the collar as all eyes turned to him, and the room quieted. "Hopefully, with my Special Other. If he'll have me…" He shot a look in Yamcha's direction, and the Baseball player blushed harder than before.
"I'm sure he will. His scent changes whenever you look at him." Broly said sweetly.
"NOT COOL, MAN!" Yamcha exclaimed. "You don't go giving away people's scents!"
Broly smiled at the bickering once Bulma intervened. He wondered where he would be in five orbits, what would become of everyone, if he'd be able to control his power. One thing was certain, he planned to have a second circle with his mate before the five orbit mark.
"Alright, Lemo! Truth or dare?" Videl interrupted Bulma and Yamcha's verbal spat.
"I'll go with 'truth'." The orange alien replied.
"Which would you rather give up for a year: sex or alcohol?" The young mother asked.
"Well, since I'm not having sex anyways, I'll keep my drinks." Lemo took a sip of his martini as most of the Saiyans hissed at his response.
"My turn, and I have one for you, Cheelai." Gohan challenged the green female. Once she said 'truth', the demi Saiyan continued. "If you had to swap lives with someone in this room, who would it be and why?"
Pink eyes immediately darted to Goku and then the tall Saiyan sitting next to him. "I… It would be Goku. Because… Because of Broly." She felt heat rising to her face and hid behind her small hands.
An arm pulling her to a much warmer body startled her, and Cheelai looked up to see Turles with a set expression, looking down at the floor. She knew he was offering empathy. He, too, had unreturned feelings.
"Sorry, that was a loaded question." Gohan apologized, and Cheelai waved him off.
"I have a dare for Broly." Bardock spoke up to keep the game going.
"'Dock, you're supposed to ask the other player what they choose." Bulma corrected the older Saiyan.
"Alright. Broly, truth or dare. Pick 'dare'." The Commander smirked at Bulma's expression of disbelief.
Broly, not wanting to go against his Center's wishes, chose 'dare'.
"Swap clothes with Krillin."
"WHAT?!"
The monk cried out, and the clique of friends roared with laughter.
Several minutes later, a monk with swimming trunks ten sizes too big for him, and a giant of a Saiyan with pieces of shredded cloth came out of the bathroom. Krillin's clothing ripped with every step Broly took. The stretchy shorts the petite human had chosen to wear had more holes than fabric, barely covering Broly's gigantic genitalia, and the shirt was reduced to random strips of torn cloth, crisscrossing Broly's abnormally sized chest.
Everyone was back to laughing and losing their composure, thanks to Bardock's insistence on a dare. Bulma realized just how much of a strategist her 'mother-in-law' was.
"That was my favorite shirt…" Krillin said morosely after sitting down. His wife couldn't even formulate a word.
"Turles, truth or dare?" Toma asked between giggles.
"Da- Dare-" The pirate was still laughing at the ludicrousness of the small human and the behemoth swapping clothes.
Toma shot the chocolate warrior a heated look. "Show us your best sex face. Get everyone hot and bothered."
"Oh, that's easy." The clone closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, and drew his brows together. His hands came up to play with his dusky nipples, and when the time was right, he opened his eyes, pupils crossed, and let his mouth hang open with his tongue out and saliva dripping from it. A lustful moan finished off the effect.
"Fffuck…"
Raditz worded out what everyone was thinking. Everyone's scent had changed, especially the Saiyans, who could sense Turles adjusting his own body odor to be more enticing. Even Vegeta had popped a boner.
"Alright, back to serious questions. Truth or dare, Broly." Lemo asked the latcher.
Broly thought better this time, "Truth."
"I've been meaning to ask you this; what is one thing that you would want to change about yourself?"
Broly grimaced and looked at his life partner. When Kakarot nodded for him to respond, the Legendary gulped. "My power level."
"You wish to become stronger?!" Vegeta asked with a startled expression.
Broly shook his head. "The cruise is ending soon, and we'll have to return to Vampa. If it wasn't for my high ki and lack of control, we wouldn't have to leave this wonderful place. I know Kakarot misses living here. He's only staying on Vampa because of me."
Broly gasped when he felt a kiss on his cheek. He turned to see his mate smiling at him.
"We'll get there, Big Guy. Ya'll learn t' control yer ki, and ya can become even stronger without havin' t' worry. But I wouldn't change anythin' about ya."
"Ugh. I'm gonna get diabetes just from watching these two…" Yamcha complained. Eighteen reached over Krillin and threw a sweet corn flavored pretzel at the ex bandit. She made sure it hurt.
"My turn!" Cheelai announced as she turned to Bulma. "Truth or dare."
"I'll go with 'dare'." The scientist replied.
"Okay, I dare you to tell the group your grossest vomit story."
Bulma was taken aback by the odd challenge. Nevertheless, she had quite a few unsavory experiences, what with being pregnant twice. By the end of her story, the entire group felt a bit off kilter.
"I got one for Three Eyes. And I'm certain he's too cowardly to choose 'dare'." Turles shot Tien a mischievous glance.
The bald martial artist huffed. "I know you're playing me like a fiddle, but I'm blaming the drinks on this. 'Dare'."
"Rub that maya white dip in your hair, and leave it on for the rest of the game." The pirate dictated.
"You mean mayonnaise? In case you haven't noticed, I don't have hair." Tien deadpanned.
Turles smirked, "Oh, I bet you do have hair somewhere on your body~"
Tien was silent for a few seconds. Vegeta was the first to laugh, then the others.
"Bulma. Pass me the mayonnaise if you happen to have any." Tien said in a very flat voice.
"You kidding me? No mayonnaise with THESE fat-carb loving monsters?" The blue haired genius got up and fetched a fresh bottle of the popular condiment. Tien accepted the bottle once Bulma handed it over and began to stand up.
"Woah, there! Where do ya think yer going?" Bardock asked the built human.
"I'm not going to do this in front of you all. I'm going to the bathroom." Tien snapped back.
Turles shook his head. "No can do. From now on, all the dares take place so everyone can witness them."
Tien snarled at the insolent alien.
"C'mon, man. It's just light scrubbing around your pubes. Didn't your tribe used to practice naturism?" Yamcha asked.
"Yes.
Within my tribe
.
Not with you sexual deviants."
Goku started chanting 'put on the mayo!' and a few others joined. In the end, Tien told them all they could go fuck themselves and lathered a hefty amount of the egg based sauce around his dick.
After the group settled down, it was Raditz's turn to issue the challenge. "Krillin. Truth or dare?"
"What? Why me?" The monk was surprised his best friend's brother picked him- the same alien who had swatted him with his tail and sent the small human careening into Kame House.
"I have a feeling ya ain't gonna be picked much." Raditz shrugged.
"Raditz!" Bulma called him out. "Ignore him, Krillin. Truth or dare?"
"Dare. I-I MEAN 'TRUTH'! Oooh,
shit!"
Krillin grabbed his hair, mad at himself for accidentally putting his fate in a Saiyan's hands. Raditz would certainly make him do something obscene- Maybe with one of the guys or the aliens themselves. The monk prayed to the gods that the long haired warrior wouldn't dare him to make out with Goku.
The latcher cracked his knuckles, "I want ya to worship yer mate's favorite body part in front of us."
Krillin lifted his head, not sure he heard correctly. "You- You want me to- With Eighteen? Oh, thank Buddha…"
The blonde had a lovely pink staining her cheeks. "You sure you want to do 'that' in front of everyone, Pint Size?"
"I don't mind if you don't." The short human replied. "I'm not ashamed that you like that. I'll indulge whatever you want, Eighteen. Almost anything."
"Yep. Definitely getting diabetes." Yamcha groused.
Krillin began running his hand down Eighteen's exposed leg towards her sling backs and slipped the back strap off to remove the footwear.
"You're kidding me." Gohan mumbled.
"Oh, my…" Cheelai blushed and covered her cheeks.
The small human carefully lavished each of his wife's toes, ran the edges of his teeth up and down the sole, nipped at her heel, and licked the top of her foot. All the while, Eighteen had her head thrown back and was not being quiet- at all. Her eyes had rolled to the backwards, she was leaning back on her elbows, and her hands were fisting the material of her colorful sarong.
"Well. This ain't what I was expecting." Raditz lamented.
"You really thought Krillin would go down on her in front of us?" Bulma swatted Raditz's bulky arm.
"This is a surprising turn," Toma analyzed, "I didn't know you humans did that too."
"Hey! My race does it too." Cheelai griped. "Don't think you Saiyans are so special that no other species can have the kinks you do."
"Ya got a womb knotting kink?" Bardock asked with a smug grin. (That shut her up- he had made his point.)
"Okay, Krillin. We get it. Let's move on." Bulma fanned herself while Krillin placed one last kiss on the top of his wife's foot and replaced the shoe.
"You're going to get it next time we're alone." Eighteen panted, fixing her clothes and hair.
"Next question!" Bulma exclaimed. "Vegeta, truth or dare?"
"There is no way I am revealing any information in front of these insects. 'Dare'." The Prince snarked.
"Oh? Very well then. I dare you to lick peanut butter off Lemo's abs."
Goku spat his drink when he heard the challenge and felt his bonded mate's absolute incredulity.
"And before you refuse," Bulma continued, "Just remember what will happen. The choice is yours."
"FUCK!" The royal's fury began to rise, his face turning red in anger, a small flicker of gold appeared in his hair and tail. He briefly considered the fact he could always force Bulma to spread her legs whenever he wanted her to, but that thought quickly was replaced with the promise of a not-so-swift death coming at him through his bond with Goku if Vegeta ever disrespected Bulma like that.
As soon as the Earth Saiyan felt vicious, sexual emotions from Vegeta, Goku cut him off with the overwhelming sensation of danger. A few choice words sent telepathically to the Prince sealed the deal.
"Relax, you clown. I would never do that to my own wife." Vegeta barked at his future mate.
"Yeah, ya better be careful about yer thoughts towards her." Goku shot Vegeta with a stern look.
"What- What thoughts? What is he planning, Goku?" Bulma asked, more irked than worried. She hadn't told anyone this, but she had created a contingency plan in case their planet was ever attacked again- that included the sexy race of tailed aliens. If any one of them ever stepped out of line, one little prick was all they needed to go back to Otherworld.
"Woman, just pass me the blasted legume cream." Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose.
"That's what I thought. And you better lather a hefty amount all over him." Bulma specified as she stood up again to retrieve the brownish butter.
"Did anyone bother to ask if I wanted to be licked by him?" Lemo was just as appalled by the challenge as Vegeta was.
"You get to have my royal tongue on you. You best be honored." Vegeta snarled at the orange being.
Lemo crossed his arms defiantly. "Hmph. Not likely."
Bulma handed the jar of peanut butter to her husband, and Vegeta ruefully walked towards the old timer, plopped down, lifted the ex soldier's shirt up- much to Lemo's chagrin-, and lathered the cream on his torso, licking it off afterwards.
Vegeta would never again be fond of peanut butter…
"Excellent work, Dear. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Bulma asked, all sweet-like.
Giving his human partner a death glare through his lashes, peanut butter still smudging his mouth, Vegeta smiled maniacally at her and spoke. "It is my turn, Woman. Truth or dare?"
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Bulma's jaw dropped as a few gasps from the group were heard. "You're kidding me. I chose dare then, because I'm NOT answering that question."
The Prince, who formerly worked for an evil tyrant, smirked, expecting resistance and having thought of a contingency plan. "Very well. I dare you to tell us five things you find the most annoying about Broly. Roast style."
"YOU CAN'T CHOOSE THE SAME QUESTION!" Bulma screamed at her very possibly future ex husband.
"There are no rules that say that, Woman. Now, tell us what you dislike about our legendary cinnamon bun." Vegeta dictated.
"Vegeta,"
the scientist stressed the name, "That isn't fair." She only got an elegantly arched eyebrow from the royal.
Life wasn't fair. Ever.
Sighing, Bulma gave Broly a look of regret. "I'm really, really sorry for this. I think you're a wonderful person- Saiyan. Imperfect, kind, loyal, and not bad to look at. Some things, however, can become tedious for someone who isn't as understanding as I am. I know you don't mean anything by it, you're too pure to see the negativity hidden within reality."
The large alien gave Bulma a confused expression and turned to look at his mate. He noticed Kakarot was also worried.
The blue haired genius had to think for a while.
"Bulma, you can put a stop to this game, you know?" Cheelai suggested.
"I know. But I'm also stubborn, and I don't back away from a challenge. I made myself that promise when I was a kid. Alright, here goes. Just know that I had to stretch a few things, and they're not heartfelt by any means." Bulma told her childhood friend's life partner.
She prepared to speak the hardest words she had had to muster in a long time.
"The way you cling to Goku is sad. You wait for his opinion on things as if his word were law. Just think for yourself for a change, and stop being such a Goku lapdog."
Now it was the Earth Hero's jaw's turn to drop. Videl covered her mouth and several eyebrows shot up into hairlines.
"You are naïve as Hell, maybe even more than Goku. Aside from fighting, you don't know much about anything, even for a Saiyan that has been raised away from his home planet. Goku hit his head and didn't have a parent or a guide until much later in life. What's
your
excuse?"
Goku felt his temper rising, not at Bulma but at Vegeta for daring her to roast Broly; the most innocent being of the entire group and most undeserving of such harsh words.
"You're careless, clumsy, and aloof. Always breaking things, making a mess every time you transform, and guess who has to clean up after you.
Me."
Bulma pointed to herself.
Toma took a deep breath and let it out through his mouth. Truthfully, all the Saiyans felt that last part.
"I've had to spend SO MUCH on the pack, thanks to you. It would only be Vegeta and Goku, but because of you, everyone else got brought back one way or another, and now I have to provide for an entire pack of needy bottomless barrels. If I didn't have the means, we'd all be very screwed. You have any idea how much it costs to only feed
one
of you aliens? Circa two million Zenni PER MONTH! I provide for TEN of you. At least Goten, Bulla, and Trunks don't consume nearly as much as you all."
"Holy SHIT!" Krillin exclaimed. A pampered human spent five times less that amount.
Gohan suddenly realized why his mother stressed so much about money. Luckily, his dad had hunted for the majority of their meals, and their farm had helped.
"All that could be forgiven," Bulma continued, feeling worse and worse with each word she uttered, "If you only weren't so
attention grabbing.
Because of your lack of control, I get to spend less time with my husband, him having to be on Vampa to help Goku with damage control.
"Every time I get to see Vegeta, he gets distracted through the bond he has with Goku because you can't keep your dick out of your mate for ONE afternoon so I can enjoy Vegeta's 'non sexual' company. I end up sore and hurting because Vegeta needs to blow off steam whenever you and Goku fuck.
"Not to mention the worst part; our kids miss their father. Not just Vegeta, but Goku as well. Little Pan hardly gets to see her grandpa anymore, and Bulla sometimes comes to me, wondering where her father is. I have had to come up with the most creative ways to explain to a child that her father is busy keeping an eye on the Legendary Super Disaster."
Blue eyes turned to assess the damage, and Bulma felt her heart tear into a million pieces when she saw a single tear fall down Broly's scarred cheek. Broly had his face turned downwards, his tail was wrapped tightly around his waist, slightly trembling, and his hands were fisted above his knees. His entire form was tense, and the others weren't able to smell him, but the Saiyans' nostrils stung with the scent of despair, guilt, sadness, and regret.
"Broly?" Goku reached over to wipe away the wetness from Broly's face. "Ya know she didna mean all that. It was just a challenge."
Broly rubbed under his nose and shook his head. "It's all true. I've been a nuisance without realizing it."
"Oh, Broly!" Bulma got up and dropped to her knees in front of the strong being to hug him. "You are NOT a nuisance, Sweetheart. You're just parkour, a little rough around the edges." The scientist became teary eyed as she apologized for all the awful things she had listed.
When Goku heard an almost imperceptible whine coming from his life partner, he shot Vegeta a death glare, his black tail lashed angrily from side to side. "Vegeta, how could ya?!"
The Prince was taken aback, "Must I remind you that I did not choose the words that were said?"
"That does it." The resident Commander growled and pressed his index finger on the floor. "I'm laying down a law. No more gods damned questions or challenges will be asked that can compromise the group's harmony!"
Feeling and seeing her crush so distraught, brought tears to Cheelai's eyes, and she stood up to hug the bulky Saiyan as well.
"Ya took it too far, Vegeta." Raditz said in a disapproving tone.
"Tch! I never claimed to be nice and mellow all the time. I may have stopped destroying civilizations, but I have not lost my bite when I am bitten." Vegeta defended his stance.
"What you did was just as bad as destroying populations but on a smaller scale." Gohan pointed out. Videl agreed.
"Even I'm not that vicious." Eighteen shook her head at the royal Saiyan.
Bulma turned to look at her spouse with unshed tears. "This will not go without consequences, Vegeta. Games are supposed to be fun!"
The Prince shrugged her off, "You can all act salty about it, or you can look at it this way; Broly can use this new knowledge as a motivation to put more effort in his training and growth. Once we move back to Earth, things will be much different and better for all of us."
From over his green friend's shoulder, Broly looked up to give Vegeta a determined glare. "I will. I won't let anything stop me from bettering myself and learning to control my power. Not even you."
Vegeta gazed back at their tallest pack member, a smirk slowly appeared on his face. "And there is the true Saiyan spirit."
"Okay, time for the next round. We can still salvage the game and keep it FUN." Eighteen announced, interrupting whatever staring contest was going on between Vegeta and Broly. "Krillin!"
The short monk jumped out of his skin.
"Truth or dare?"
Krillin sighed and ran his fingers through his short hair. "For the sake of bringing the fun back, since I've been assigned the 'comedic relief' by you people, I'm going to go with 'dare'."
"That's my hubby." Eighteen added her slender, deadly fingers to the ones threaded in Krillin's hair. "Have Turles do ten squats over your face while you lie underneath him."
The nose-less human stared at his wife through incredulous eyes.
"You do realize I'm wearing a tiny, little swimsuit, right?" The pirate pointed out.
"I do." Eighteen gave him an evil, mischievous smile.
Turles grinned back.
"Now, wait a minute-"
"No can do, Krillin." Bulma interrupted. "That's a fair dare. So lie in the middle and let Turles teabag you."
Krillin made a strangled noise and was ushered to the center of the group and prompted to lie on his back. A few bowls and empty bottles were removed to make space for the small human.
The monk began to sweat as he saw Turles stand, his eyes immediately going to the purple thong that flashed him for a second from under the patterned sarong the mocha colored alien was wearing. He could've sworn he saw a bit of scrotum peeking out from the side.
"Can you at least do that thing you Saiyans do and suck in your nuts?!" A high pitched voice left the nervous little person.
"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" Turles winked as he placed a foot on either side of Krillin's head.
"I
like
him." Eighteen commented as Bulma and Cheelai returned to their seats. "Where did you say you know him from, Goku?"
The Earth Saiyan sweatdropped. "He um… He planted- Ya know what, I'll tell ya some other time." Goku leaned into Broly's side and curled his tail around one of his mate's massive arms.
"I planted a tree that would suck in all life from this planet." Turles lifted his sarong and gave Krillin a predatory look. "In hope of eating its fruit and becoming… Stronger." He squatted down until his junk was almost touching between Krillin's eyes.
"EeeeEEEEEE!"
Krillin stared at the oncoming pouch barely contained by a thin string of lycra. He could smell pool water and musk and was about to bail when the alien stood up again.
"I didn't expect Kakarot here to thwart my plans of world domination." Turles squatted down again. Another screech left Krillin's mouth.
Eighteen barked out a laugh, "Hey, I can relate to that last part."
Turles righted himself and licked his lips. "You planned on conquering the galaxies as well?" He ducked down, and his swimsuit touched the monk's lips.
"OH, MY GODS! IT TOUCHED MY MOUTH!
IT TOUCHED MY MOUTH!!!"
Krillin squealed.
"Oops. I got distracted." Turles lied.
The conversation continued between the android and the pirate as the majority of the group laughed at Krillin's over-the-top reactions. By the time the dare was completed and Krillin managed to scramble away from the deathly hallows, the odd group of friends was back to being in a good mood and ready to continue with their afternoon of leisure.
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"Alright, will you guys knock it off?!" Krillin came back from the bathroom after washing his face several times. "I am deeply offended that you washed off my scent." Turles teased. "HEY! I am NOT a Saiyan. I don't care to have ball scent all over me!" The monk yelled back, making the group fall into another fit of laughter. Cheelai slapped Turles' arm, almost hurting her hand in the process. "I can't believe you actually did that." A loud snortle left her throat. Turles raised his eyebrows and gave his green lover a 'really' look. "Classic." Raditz snickered. "Guys. It wasn't funny! Scent marking him like that…" Goku shot daggers at his laughing pack and his other friends as well. "For real!" Krillin sat down again and huffed at his wife's guffawing- the poor android could hardly breathe. "Okay, it's time to make a joke at a Saiyan's expense. I choose Bardock. Truth or Dare." Wiping tears from his eyes, Bardock gave the short human a mischievous glare. "Truth." "So. What is the longest you have ever gone without a shower?" Krillin asked. Bardock had to think for a while. "How much is a half Aro orbit, Vegeta? About two years? But Broly got us beat with… Over forty Earth years." At the grimaces of a few faces, Bardock's tail fur ruffled and stood on end. "Hey! We do tongue baths to keep clean! And we were VERY clean. On a desert planet and if yer a low class, ya can't fucking afford to have the luxury of showers!" "Water felt really good the first time I showered on Frieza's ship." Broly commented. A few of the Saiyans bared their fangs at the name. "I got one for Bardock, seeing as it's my turn now," Yamcha pressed forward. "Truth or dare?" "I'll choose 'truth' again." The scarred alien replied. "Who was your first sexual partner?" "It were Rocket." Turles perked up, surprised at Bardock's answer. "Rocket? You mean my Rocket?" "I happened to come of age and only he was around. It were… More than pleasant. Surely ya knew we've had sex?" The Commander raised an eyebrow at his clone. Turles turned his face away, the smell of sadness began pouring out of him. "Yes, I knew. But I didn't know he was your first. He- Ideally, he would've been my first too." Sensing the mood about to drop once again, Tien interrupted whatever dark thoughts were crossing the Synthetic Saiyan's mind. "Turles, truth or dare?" That seemed to pull out the pirate from his spiral, and he shook his head. "I'll choose dare." Tien picked a dare that was sure to kill any bitterness from the dark skinned warrior. "Let someone in the group cut a piece of your hair." All the Saiyans, sans Broly and Goku, shifted awkwardly and touched their own hair. Turles floundered for a second or two, "Wha- You do know that removing any hair or fur is an affront to our culture, right?!" "Hey, now," Yamcha intervened, "We have to go through with our challenges. If I had to ruin my reputation then you can stand to lose a few hairs." "What you did wasn't a violation of your beliefs. Unless you have some sort of cult here on this planet that doesn't allow you to play the fool on your communicator." Turles countered. "Cruelty free wheat." Gohan began snickering, taking others along the funny memory lane again. Yamcha grumbled and crossed his arms, looking morose and childish. Tien had a light bulb moment. "I'll change the dare then, only because I know what it's like to honor your culture, and I'm not petty like others." Tien and a few other eyes turned to look at Vegeta, making his tail fur puff out in anger. "Here." Tien tossed an empty bottle at the renegade, and Turles caught it without even looking at it. "Spin the bottle in the middle of the circle, and whoever the opening lands on, you need to sweep them off their feet just with a kiss." "Now, that's more like it." Turles smirked and placed the bottle on the floor, spinning it. Little did anyone know, Tien used 'Chounouryoku' - a telekinetic ability Chiaotzu had just started teaching him-, to manipulate the bottle to land on someone specific. It required a large amount of concentration and reaching out with one's ki, something Goku immediately took notice of. Before the Earth raised Saiyan could say anything, the bottle stopped spinning and landed on none other than Gohan. "Ohhh, it's the hybrid I need to stun with my mouth~" Turles began crawling towards the innocent, panicking demi. "Uh… M-my wife is right next to me!" Gohan stretched his arms out, shaking his open hands. A rather tipsy Videl barked out a laugh. "Oh, don't use me as a shield, Gohan. Get swept off your feet. It's just a game, and I've seen you in worse stitchuations…" Gohan was about to argue that this situation was different, when lips were suddenly on his, blocking any words from coming out. It must've been a minute later, that felt like hours, when Turles pulled back and noticed the boner Gohan was sporting, along with a dreamy expression on his face. "Gohan, you need it bad." Eighteen pointed out. Videl nodded, much to Gohan's horror. "Remind me of getting together with you again some time soon and taking you for a ride that will scratch all your itches." Turles winked at the speechless, kiss-drunk half blood. Goku's fur stood on edge, and he snarled at the clone. "Okay, okay, ya had yer fun! I got one for Bulma. Truth or dare?" "Truth. And you better not ask me something embarrassing." Bulma warned as Turles joyfully returned to his seat. "It ain't embarrassing at all." Goku hoped. "Have ya ever pretended t' like a gift ya hated, and what did ya end up doin' with it?" The blue haired scientist thought about that for a moment and remembered a certain gift that almost traumatized her. "I remember one time, Vegeta hunted several ortolans for me. I was horrified, but I put on a mask and thanked him, then I processed them and fed them to our cats." The Prince snapped his face so fast towards his wife, he almost sprained a muscle. "THAT WAS A COURTING GIFT, YOU SOW! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH TO GET THOSE FUCKING BIRDS!" "IT IS ILLEGAL TO HUNT THEM!" Bulma shouted back. "ASK ME IF I GIVE A DAMN! IF I DESIRE TO GIVE MY WOMAN THE RARE, EXOTIC, FORBIDDEN GIFT SHE DESERVES, I SHALL!" Bulma was taken aback by Vegeta's confession and couldn't stop her cheeks from reddening. Before their screaming match could get worse, Broly spoke up in his soft voice. "I have one for Lemo." The orange male looked up at the gentle giant, "Is that so. Okay, Big Guy, hit me with a dare." Broly eagerly spoke his dare, "Do a magic trick." Lemo chuckled. "You really liked those ever since I showed you. You don't get tired of them?" Broly shook his head, his tail tapping excitedly on the floor now that he was feeling more relaxed. "Somebody has a small, flat object I can borrow?" The old timer asked. "I have a coin." Yamcha reached in his satchel and pulled out his wallet, flicking a coin to the slender being. Lemo caught it and stood up so everyone could see better. He twirled the coin up and down his fingers, "Reality isn't always what it seems." He grabbed the coin with his left hand and opened it, revealing that the coin wasn't there. "Sometimes reality can sneak up on us and throw the unexpected to our face." He made a series of quick movements with his hands, showing that the coin wasn't in either of them. When everyone was convinced the coin had simply vanished, Lemo flicked his right hand and the coin appeared in it. The group clapped and howled in amazement at the coin trick. Comments on 'how' and 'what' were made, and the game kept on going as the day went by slowly but steadily. Later, Videl dared Broly to smell Goku's armpit for ten seconds- Broly did so gladly, claiming he loved his mate's scent. Gohan dared Eighteen to get a wedgie from the person across from her, which turned out to be Bardock. (He ripped her panties clean off.) Bardock dared Raditz to have someone pour ice cold water down his body, and not use his ki to warm up. Cheelai volunteered happily, and the poor Saiyan was left trembling in the cold. Toma asked Broly what his partner's hottest attribute was. Broly immediately replied with 'milk'. Lemo asked Yamcha who he'd stop talking to from the group if he had to. Yamcha laughed and said 'Vegeta, obviously'. The Prince rolled his eyes- it seemed Yamcha was still sour about him stealing the richest woman on Earth from the baseball player. Then Yamcha was asked by Cheelai if he had any sex toys and to talk about them. The former bandit blushed furiously and began listing all his dildos, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, brand and name, and talked about how each would have its own specialty. Raditz paid close attention to the list and how each worked. He couldn't deny his interest being peaked. Ever since that conversation with Bulma, he'd promised to explore that side of himself more, and he intended to keep that promise. Then Turles asked a question that would haunt their resident royal elite to the end of his days. "Bulma, who's the best sexual partner you've ever had?" "That's easy. Raditz." Vegeta choked on a snack and had to use ki to obliterate the obstacle entering his lungs. Once he wasn't in danger of dying via mochi, he floundered, giving his first-mate-ever an aghast look. Bulma shrugged. "He's more attentive and careful than you. Less selfish." Sensing that the Prince was peeling his skin off with his eyes alone, Raditz quickly asked Tien 'truth or dare' to get the unwanted attention off himself. When the triclops chose 'dare', the long haired warrior challenged him to try and turn someone on in the room using just his voice. Tien observed everyone in the group and settled on the blonde. "Alright, you seem easy." "Excuse you?" Eighteen said in an unamused tone. Tien began narrating the most typical, generic, romantic things he'd do to the android (if he were attracted to her.) That only succeeded in making Eighteen cackle. Bardock shook his head in sheer disappointment. "That ain't how ya turn someone on! This were how ya do it." He turned to his breeding mate who was currently eating caramel popcorn from a bowl in his lap. "Toma, get me full of your cubs." The tanned Saiyan's boner was so immediate, it collided against the bowl of popcorn, making it tumble to the floor. Tien scoffed, "That's easy. He's your mate! And Toma, please cover yourself." "Alright," Bardock accepted the challenge, turned to the group's android, and gave her his most lecherous look. "I'm gonna suck on each and every one of yer lovely toes, run my sharp teeth across the tips. Then I'm gonna lick yer sole from top to bottom, kiss along the sides, and make ya wet just by using my mouth on yer exquisite feet. After all that, yer gonna step on me-" "PLEASE! No more." Eighteen panted. "How the Hell…" Bardock casually shrugged with a smug expression and winked, "It were power play. I got it too." The blonde fanned herself, making Krillin sulk and resent the master strategist. "And that were how ya turn someone on just by using yer voice." Bardock rubbed it in. Tien rolled his eyes. "She could be just acting to make you look good." "Oh, no. I can smell her." Bardock gave the bald martial artist a toothy sneer. "Yep. She smells aroused." Raditz confirmed. Tien looked pleadingly at Goku. "Sorry, Bud. Eighteen's turned on." The second youngest of the pack patted Tien's back. Bulma downed her drink in one go, feeling the second hand 'horns'. "Well done, 'mom'. Gohan, truth or dare?" "I choose 'truth'." The demi replied. "Have you ever had a fetish sex party?" A few of the group members 'ooo-ed' at Bulma's question. Gohan twiddled with his fingers before nodding. Videl's eyebrows shot into her hair. "Mmm, we're having a long conversation to-tonight." "Oh! Speaking of tonight," Bulma interrupted, "You know the Night of Witches is going to be in a couple of days, so I planned the costume party for tonight! You know, since the cruise ends tomorrow. The custom made disguises you previously selected will be delivered to your door at sunset." Cheelai squealed, "The masquerade party is tonight?!" "Indeed! We have a lot of goodies and fun activities prepared." The blue eyed genius informed everyone. The Saiyans perked up at the magic word. "Goodies? Ya mean sweets?" Bardock asked to make sure. "Ya mentioned there were gonna be a festivity, this Hallows' Eve, I believe it's called? And ya promised lotsa sugar rocks." Bulma gave Bardock one of her slyest looks. "'Dock, by the end of the party, you'll HATE candy and sweets." All the pack's tails began to wag.
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"So the brat does have a dark side to him." Turles purred at Gohan after the demi helped Kakarot complete Vegeta's dare.
"I underestimated you." The Prince relented.
Yamcha tried to keep his face straight, "Can we continue and keep it… You know… Human friendly?"
"Oh, I got just the thing!" Eighteen said sarcastically. "Turles, dare or dare?"
The pirate chuckled and gave the android his signature smirk. "Issue your challenge, Goldie."
"Do a reenactment of the first time you had sex." The cybernetic human naively asked.
"Hmm, afraid I can't do that without making others uncomfortable." Turles explained. "See- I was, as you humans call it, raped by my parent's mate. My first time wasn't a pleasant experience, unfortunately."
"You were forced too?" Yamcha cautiously asked the Saiyan.
"Indeed. However, in our culture, being forced into sex is not a big deal. Forcing a breach, on the other hand, is a high crime."
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bring the mood down." Eighteen shrugged.
"Seeing as Turles were my clone, I think if I reenact my first time, it counts as an answer to that challenge." Bardock stood up and grabbed two chairs that were nearby. He stood up on them, giving his back to the group.
"Oh, nooooo…" Krillin looked away when Bardock let the chairs slide on the floor away from each other until he was doing a perfect split. Then he placed his hands on the floor, giving the spectators quite the display.
"Mercy me." Lemo cleared his throat and respectfully looked away as the older Saiyan began moving his hips up and down, pretending to have a cock inside him.
"I want that…" Toma thought out loud.
"I believe several of you want that." Cheelai giggled watching a few of her friends blush and look away.
"Next question!" Krillin's voice cracked, and he cursed the gods. " Toma, truth or dare?"
"I'll break the thread and say 'truth'." The latcher replied as his mate took his place back in the circle.
The monk nodded, "Okay, what's the dumbest thing you've done to impress a crush?"
"Crush is…"
"It means about the same in our language." Vegeta told Toma. "Slightly less violent origin."
"Ah, so Bardock was my first crush. Actually, my only crush." Toma smiled as Bardock caressed under his chin with his tail. "I had sex with the love of my life in front of our King when the King was about to mate said love of my life."
"Toma, you sly dog!" Bulma chortled.
"That's not all! I swiped trays of food off the banquet table and threw myself with Bardock under me and fucked him on the table! I- I could've been killed by Prince Vegeta's source if it weren't for Bardock." Toma kissed his mate's hand.
The Commander blushed and snatched his hand away. "Vee woulda never harmed anyone that meant the world to me. 'Sides, I wouldna let him kill ya."
"You two are too sweet." Tien commented in a flat tone.
"I choose Gohan!" Yamcha interrupted the wholesome moment. "Truth or dare?"
"I'll go with dare. Why not." Gohan shrugged.
"Hehehe, let your wife look through your phone for two whole minutes." The former desert resident mistakenly chose a dare that would put the demi in hot water.
"Uh… It's not charged-"
"Yes, it is." Videl yanked the phone out of her husband's pocket and swiped it.
"You don't keep it locked?" Eighteen raised an eye at the young half alien.
"I… I've never needed to." Gohan kept all his secret, shameful things password protected, thankfully, but he still began to sweat.
"Somebody were nervous~" Bardock sing sang in a low voice.
"What? Noooo. I have n-nothing to hide." The demi fibbed.
"I'm not going in your folders, Gohan. You installed Nova Launcher Prime. That means you have hidden apps." Videl put the phone out of reach when Gohan tried to snatch it back. "Two minutes, Gohan!"
"The game was supposed to be fun, not harmful! That was the rule!" The half breed yelled.
"So you DO have things you're hiding from me!" The young woman stood up and began walking away when her husband followed, trying to get the phone back.
"Please give me my phone back, Videl." Gohan pleaded with her. He didn't want to use his powers on her- as they had agreed on the first day of their marriage, unless it was for sex-, but he was very tempted to break that rule in order to save his wife the shock she was going to feel when-
"Gohan?" Videl stopped walking and stared at the screen, reading all the apps Gohan had hidden. "What's Whiplr? Grindr?! FETLIFE?!"
"Give me the phone, please."
Videl had fallen into the rabbit hole and wanted to keep going deeper. The pit was bottomless, however, and it got more intense the more she swiped through the apps. Tears began prickling her eyes. "This… These are dating sites. I know you need more than I can give you, but… Why did you keep it hidden from me?"
Gohan felt his heart break. "I didn't want you to see just
how much
I need… To feel satisfied. I didn't want you to know that- That you can't entirely fulfill me in bed." The last part was whispered.
Videl felt crushed, not because she wasn't the almighty miracle solution to her husband's Saiyan level libido, but because she felt cheated, cheated that Gohan wouldn't trust her to have an open mind and support him with whatever he needed to have a happy and fulfilled life. She also felt bad that Gohan had had to hide all this, and the tension he must've felt, knowing he was doing something wrong and not being able to tell her.
"This is too much for me right now. I need to go back to the cabin." The blue eyed, black haired mother handed Gohan back his phone and headed to the door.
"Videl, Sweetie? Do you want me to come with?" Bulma offered.
The heartbroken female stopped and shook her head. "I'm okay, Bulma. I just need to process all this. Game's over for me."
That said, Videl left the room of perplexed individuals and a desolate Gohan behind.
The professor took off his glasses and pinched between his eyes. He startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder and was surprised when he saw his dad and Broly standing next to him.
"Son, do ya need…?
"I need to go to my wife, Dad. And try to salvage our marriage." The half blood's voice trembled at the end of that statement. A few of the others got up to offer their comfort.
"Videl has been part of the group for a long time, Gohan. She'll come around and see that this small bump is not going to stop you two from going strong." Eighteen spoke. "You should see the bumps I've had with my pint size."
Krillin chuckled indecisively. "We've gotten into serious fights, not exactly like yours, but bad enough that I've had to sleep on the couch once or twice. But we always make up. If not for us, then the little one we're raising together. Videl isn't going to throw all that she has away, no matter how bad the apps were."
"How… How bad were they?" Yamcha couldn't help but ask.
"Yamcha!" Bulma pulled his ear and took him away.
"I don't understand what happened. So the kid likes extreme sex with others, so what?" Bardock shrugged.
"That's not why she was upset." Tien explained. "It was the hiding part she didn't like, the lack of trust. Trust is very important to humans, I don't know how it is in your culture."
"HA! Trust a Saiyan? Never." Turles huffed.
"Indeed. We only trust our circle. Sometimes not even that." Vegeta added.
"Saiyans can turn on ya just like that." Raditz snapped his fingers. "I guess we're one of the few exceptions to the rule. We've become soft."
Toma added his two cents, "Outside of my circle, I've only trusted Bardock's crew and Gine. I'm
just
beginning to trust the pack."
"And rightfully so." The Prince agreed.
Gohan wiped under his nose and patted his father's hand. "Thanks, everyone, for the kind words and other info, but I really need to go see Videl. If all goes well, we'll see you at the costume party."
"Good luck, Gohan." Bulma called out.
The demi hugged his parents and left through the door, quick on his feet to catch up with his partner.
"I guess we should all start getting ready for the party." Krillin suggested- Eighteen agreed.
"I need to sober up a bit before I get drunk again." Cheelai slurred. "I also want a warm bath. You joining?" She asked Turles.
"I would love to, Gorgeous Green, but I have a previous engagement." At Cheelai's downcast expression, he added, "I'll see you after the party, when you're good and drunk. You have the damnedest mouth on you when you're more alcohol than blood."
The white haired alien chuckled and got up on unsteady legs.
"Here, I'll walk you to your cabin," Lemo offered, "I need some down time too so I can stay up past my old man bed time."
Bulma chuckled and waved her friends goodbye as they filed out the doors.
"What about you, Yamcha?" Tien asked.
"I actually need to think things over. A lot of information was given out about Saiyans and… That." The ex bandit replied.
"You can always come to me, and I can shed some light for you." The blue eyed genius offered. "I'm familiar with their ways, and I've been around them more than any human."
"If you two are going to have 'the talk', then I want to be present too, at least to meditate if you start getting on each other's throat." The triclops stated and pulled his old friend out the door.
"Alright, Tien, Yamcha. See you tonight!" Bulma called out as the two left.
"We best get a move on too. We got business to take care of." Bardock got up and stretched.
"He means 'sex'." Turles 'helpfully' provided.
"Yes. I know, Turles." Bulma huffed a laugh and began cleaning.
"Let me help you, Bulma." Toma offered and began collecting the bottles, placing them on the bar.
"Broly and I will help too!" Goku offered and began throwing empty paper plates away, scarfing up any leftover snacks.
"Thanks, Guys, but I actually need to have words with my husband." Raditz and Vegeta stopped at the door. "The mean one."
Raditz raised his hands and shimmied out of the room, "That means you, Vegeta."
The Prince growled at his long haired mate as he marched out of sight, and he watched as Bulma ushered the stragglers out.
"I'm fine, nothing I haven't done before. I have practically two teenage boys living at Capsule Corp.." Bulma closed the door behind a hesitant Goku and locked it. Then she turned around and gave Vegeta a death glare so intense, the elite warrior almost gulped.
"Now. Dearest. About that dare you gave me that made Broly cry…"
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"What you made me say to Broly was honestly disgusting!"
Vegeta took a deep breath to calm his rising temper. "He
needed
to hear the flaws he has to work on coming from someone he looks up to."
"I- He… What?" Bulma was taken aback by the sudden information.
"I have noticed there are two people he looks up to: Kakarot and you. His scent says so."
"You…
Knew that? And still had me say those awful things?"
The young scientist emphasized.
"Like I said," The Prince gritted his teeth, "He needed to know that there are things he has to fix. Coming from you, the same words I would have said had more of a lasting impact on him. Let us say, you are a parental figure to him."
Bulma scoffed and crossed her arms, "Honey, I'm not THAT old."
Vegeta ignored that comment in favor of continuing with his vent of sorts. "Even as his prince, my words would not have stuck."
"Be that as it may-" Bulma stopped herself when her superior mind detected hidden information between the lines, her brain mincing the royal Saiyan's words. Vegeta seemed genuinely worried about Broly bettering himself, not for Broly himself, or for Vegeta's sake… But for Goku.
The way the genius mind analyzed Vegeta's words indicated the Prince wanted Goku to have the best of the best, not only a powerful mate, but a mate that had character. Broly might be strong, but that wasn't everything a person, or Saiyan, needed to have in order to satisfy Goku in all aspects. That coming from Vegeta, the proud Prince of All Saiyans, meant the flame haired alien had realized that strength wasn't everything, especially not for Goku. It was a shocker to say the least.
She also learned that Vegeta was willing to ruin his redeemed reputation and become the bad guy again in order for Broly to have someone tell him he needed to improve on some aspects. She realized Vegeta had come to terms with someone else being better equipped to tell the wild Saiyan where he was lacking, words Broly would value more coming from Bulma and not his prince, and he had made it all seem like a dare.
Vegeta had sacrificed his image in order for Goku to have a better mate.
"Wow."
The flame haired alien's hackles rose, "What, Woman?!"
The female shook her head and waved off her reaction to the eye opening discovery she had just made. "N-nothing. You've just… Changed a lot is all. I remember how you were on Namek-"
"Woman. Stop it right there." There was a tinge of sadness in the Prince's voice if one paid attention.
"Right, sorry." Bulma got closer to her husband and kissed his cheek.
"Hmph! Whatever for?" Vegeta asked, blushing slightly.
"For thinking you were just being an asshole."
The elite scoffed, "I AM an asshole."
Bulma couldn't help but pinch Vegeta's cheeks. "Of course you are~"
The brown haired warrior's eyes widened as a furious red stained his face.
"You're my big, bad pwince~"
"I SHALL NOT HAVE YOU BABY TALK ME, WOMAN!!! I have a pack to make amends with! I must depart." Vegeta fumed.
Bulma smiled at her coarse partner who truly had a heart of gold and patted his muscular chest. "You do that, Dear. I have a room to clean, a narrow minded nitwit to enlighten, and a costume to get ready for. See you at the party soon?"
"If you insist." The royal elite hissed.
"Make sure you put on-"
"Yes, yes, YES. That ridiculous outfit you picked out for me." Vegeta seethed, not happy at all to be celebrating a human custom.
"Hey! We compromised!" Bulma reminded him.
The Prince simply harumphed and left towards the exit.
"Oh! One more thing." Bulma stopped him.
"What is it, Woman?" Vegeta turned around and spoke through his teeth.
"How in the world did you manage to cry like that on the spot?"
The alien warrior stared at his human wife, eye twitching, before he recovered his ability to talk. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" He slammed the door immediately after on his way out.
Once Vegeta left the room and had the door closed, he leaned against it and covered his face. Thoughts came rushing back:
His people being killed by Frieza.
The time Raditz left him to search for his brother.
Vegeta not able to defeat the lizard tyrant.
His frustration at not being able to transform.
The first time he held his cub in his hands.
That cub's future self dying.
Goku dying whilst fighting Cell…
The overwhelmed Prince scrunched his eyes shut, trying not to tear up again. He pinched between them, leveling his breathing. Years of training helped Vegeta lock down his emotions, compose himself, calm his scent, and walk towards the pack suite where the others were waiting for him.
Always active, his mind came up with a way to make nice with Kakarot and Broly for his indirect transgression, albeit, well intended.
As he neared the suite, however, he was able to make out a shouting match between the two 'bitches' of their pack. Vegeta sighed and opened the door.
"YER GONNA SLEEP WITH THOSE HUMANS?!" Bardock screamed at his darker look alike's face.
"Oh- So now I need your fucking blessing in order to have sex with other species?" Turles yelled back.
"Calm down, Love." Toma attempted to hold back his mate. "Jean and Armando are… Bulma's friends. If she trusts them, surely we can-"
Bardock rounded on Toma and snarled at him, "Ain't NOBODY can be trusted one hundred percent!"
"What's the worst that can happen?" Goku tried to be the voice of reason. "They're harmless." He also swiped his tail under Broly's nose to relax the tense, wild Saiyan.
Raditz nodded in agreement, but before he could say his part, Bardock began yelling again.
"THEY AIN'T SAIYANS!"
"All the more reason to trust them, yes?" The tanned Latcher suggested.
"HA! If you knew the entities I've slept with…" Turles snarked back, tail swinging angrily in the air.
Bardock's tail was puffed twice as much as Turles'. "What would Rocket think of his clone sleeping around with non Saiyans?!" He growled.
"First off, I was his CUB!" Turles bared his fangs. "Not his clone! Second, don't act like you suddenly care about me and what or whom I do!"
The moment Vegeta felt Bardock's power level begin to rise, he decided to put a stop to this ridiculous spat.
"ENOUGH!"
A burst of power threw everyone off balance, except for Goku and Broly.
Calmly, Vegeta addressed the two bickering warriors. "Children. We have things to do, people to see, and a party to prepare for."
"Ya stay outta this, Brat!" Bardock growled. "This were between me and the fa-"
"I shall ignore that verbal quip and spare your pathetic life in exchange for a bonding session-" Vegeta interrupted, then gave his pack a cursory glance, "-With Gods' Blood."
That seemed to settle any discourse between the chocolate craving aliens, and they all perked up, tails in the air, paying close attention to what Vegeta had said, all negative emotions thrown out the window.
"But… We don't got that. Chocolate was banned from-" Goku stopped and watched as his bonded mate walked to his wardrobe and fished out a small pouch.
"…Where'd ya get that?! Ya had it there all this time?!" Goku exclaimed.
Vegeta bounced the bag in his hand smugly. "One must always be prepared with his private, secret stash." He proceeded to dig in for a capsule and pulled it out once the correct one was found.
"Ohohoho, ya didn't." Bardock smirked at the small contraption, licking his lips at the prospect.
"I most certainly did." Vegeta said, examining the capsule that had the words 'Last Resort' written in Saiya-go.
"Why'd ya have it in my closet though?!" Goku asked, still worried about being found as an accomplice if Bulma ever found out.
"Kakarot. I can put password protection on these capsules. Program them to open with my unique Saiyan voice vibrations. Add a retina scan. Saliva swab to test DNA. Even code it to my dick temperature. Bulma will find a way to hack into it and find out what I have brought without her knowing." Vegeta explained.
"Yer awful for usin' my space for yer illegal activities!" The Earth raised alien griped.
A heavy and bulky arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulders, and Goku turned his head to see his brother leaning on him.
"That's part of his charm, Baby Bro. Don't cha think?"
Goku gave him a suspicious squint.
"Well? What are we waiting for?" Toma rubbed his hands together. "Open it!"
The Prince smiled wickedly, "This is our little secret." He pointedly looked at his future mate.
Goku let out a deep breath and relented in the end as all eyes turned on him. "Fine. On one condition."
About to click the capsule, Vegeta stopped and glared at his former rival.
"I top ya before the cruise ends." The Earth's savior stated while locking eyes with the royal elite.
It was almost instant. Bardock and Turles began cackling, doubling over. Raditz snortled and composed himself when Vegeta shot him a death stare. Toma was simply surprised by his cub's terms and conditions while Broly was convinced that the image of his breeding mate topping the Prince would be rather hot.
Fuming nearly literally, Vegeta hissed at the taller, younger Saiyan who dared bargain with the royal in such manner. "You may top me. Once I am good and high." When he saw Kakarot bouncing on his heels like a giddy school student, he added, "AND drunk."
Goku's grin faded into a pout at the last part at the same time Vegeta clicked and tossed the capsule on the floor. A cloud of steam poofed out of it, and when it dissipated, a hefty bag of Gods' Blood became visible. The smell saturated the room, and the Saiyans began to feel the first stages of arousal from the anticipation alone.
The Earth warrior was so focused on the bag of sins that he didn't notice someone approaching him until a seductive voice whispered in his ear.
"I can always film for evidence, you know?"
Goku jumped out of his skin and swiveled around to come face to face with his darker look alike.
"If you break your promise of keeping this a secret, I'll make sure to show you at every turn that Vegeta
did
complete his part of the deal." The soothsayer purred. Goku gulped.
"You shall do no such thing." Vegeta decreed, grabbing the brown sack. "Last thing I want in your possession is my former rival fucking me."
"We'll see about that once you can't think about anything other than cock in your pussy, Prince Tsundere." Turles winked at the smaller Saiyan.
Vegeta's hackles rose, but he didn't dignify that with an answer. He instead tossed the Gods' Blood towards Toma. "Make the lines. One for each."
The ponytailed Latcher caught the bag and nodded curtly, making a bee-line for the table and swiping everything that was on its surface; items clattered to the floor. Toma diligently began measuring the powder with a small scoop and making the lines they would soon inhale before their lust filled trip began. They had to be quick about it too, the party was a few hours away.
"I'll take the first hit as I'm expected by someone, and I do like to be punctual." Before he was granted permission, Turles nudged Toma to the side, pressed one side of his nose, lowered his face to a line, and snorted the cocoa powder. The mocha alien shivered and shook his head, letting out a sound of cheer.
Vegeta and Bardock growled at the Synthetic Saiyan who had just disrespected their hierarchy.
"Wooo! That's the good shit." Turles said as he strutted towards his wardrobe, getting undressed on the way. He only took a dufflebag out and turned to the double doors their suite had.
"Ya ain't goin' out naked, are ya?" Goku asked, genuinely concerned.
Turles looked back and smiled at the innocent Saiyan as he grabbed his robe from a hook near the exit. "You worry your pretty, little head too much. I vote for Kakarot to take the next hit. He needs it urgently."
Goku scowled when Turles winked and threw him a kiss before throwing his robe on and swaying his hips and tail as he made his way to his appointment.
"Later bitches~" The door closed, and the pirate was gone.
"Tease…" Goku snarked at the doors the clone just exited.
"He sure is, Baby Bro. Now, go take a hit." Raditz shoved Kakarot to the table and rubbed his hands eagerly as his sibling snorted the cocoa powder.
Vegeta raised his arms in the air and brought them down just as quickly. "Well why do you not all take a hit before your fucking prince!"
The long haired Saiyan turned and gave Vegeta a smug look. "As yer consort, I vote myself next." He winked, pulling a growl from the darkest depths of Vegeta's chest.
"Toma and I are all you brats' elders! We go next!" Bardock stomped to the table where Raditz already was inhaling the brown lust dust.
His tail was suddenly yanked, and the Commander yelped at the tight grab.
"You forget yourself, Master Cocksucker." Vegeta pulled the older warrior a few feet away from the table and stomped towards the Gods' Blood to take a hit.
Bardock swished his tail to get rid of any cricks and stings. "If that were an implication of wanting a good suck from me, ya can forget it! Pulling my tail like a young cub…"
The Prince pulled back and took a deep breath before turning around and opening his eyes; his pupils were blown wide, and he cracked a lazy smile at Bardock. "I have an entire pack to service my royal meat rod." Vegeta grabbed a fistful of his bathing suit and ripped it off.
"I ain't doin' it! Not after all the mean things ya said to my mate!" Goku argued as the last three Saiyans had their lines.
Vegeta arched an eyebrow at his bonded partner and began stalking towards him predatorily.
"And I brought out the Gods' Blood as an apology. I am not good with words, you know this."
Goku gulped again and began backing away as Vegeta kept advancing. The Prince's smell was becoming more intoxicating by the second. He felt a wall at his back, suddenly, right before two unforgiving hands slammed against it on either side of his head.
"I calculate one round with you will… Quench my thirst. After that, you may carry out your condition."
"Y-ya really gonna let me top ya? TOP top ya?" Goku began to feel a tad nervous.
"It depends~ On how well you work my cock with your holes. All three of them." Vegeta specified in a soothing, gruff voice.
The younger fighter whimpered, "All- All three?"
"Did I stutter, Kakarot?" The flame haired Saiyan leaned up to kiss his once-upon-a-time enemy, but a hand on his shoulder made him stop and turn around when he noticed a certain scent.
"What do you want, Broly?"
"I called dibs," The wild Saiyan replied, having learned the meaning of that word, "Since the game. I get Kakarot first."
The Prince's face turned a light shade of blue.
"His holes will be unusable after you are done with him!"
"'Geetaaaa!"
Broly spoke in a calm voice, "Breeding mates come first." A flash of gold shot across the Legendary Saiyan's pupils, and Vegeta reluctantly backed off.
"Grrr- FINE! I shall take sloppy seconds." The short alien walked away to leave the two love birds to do their thing. It was about five steps that he gave before an arm slung around his shoulder, followed by the sound of mocking laughter.
"HAA! The Prince bows down to the Legendary. This shoulda been recorded!" Bardock guffawed, already high on the lust powder.
"Tch! You are as bad as your clone." Vegeta turned to the older Saiyan and looked at him expectantly. "Have you changed your mind about me giving you an oral workout? A warm up before I wreck your third born?"
"Sorry, Prince Vegeta." A soft voice came from behind before Toma appeared in the brown tailed Saiyan's view. "Breeding mates come first, and I have an appointment with this one's mouth."
Vegeta's jaw all but hit the floor as he watched Bardock gladly turn his attention on the tanned Latcher, ignoring the elite royal completely.
"RADITZ!" Vegeta shouted for HIS breeding mate.
"Aww, and here I thought ya forgot all about little me. I'm hurt~" Raditz sauntered up to his older life partner.
"I did."
Vegeta hissed. "Now, get on the nest and spread them."
The long haired Saiyan's eye twitched.
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A knock on a heavy, metal door of the lower deck was heard, and a certain renowned fashion designer asked his boyfriend to welcome their evening guest. He was expected, after all. Armando opened their cabin door and was about to greet their Saiyan pet project when he was abruptly pushed back inside the room with a pair of redwood colored lips smashing against his own dusky toned mouth. The thump of a duffle bag was heard as it hit the lush carpeted floor, followed by the click of the cabin door as it was gently kicked shut by the alien currently devouring Armando's soul via oral assault. While the couple consumed one another, the orchestrator of this clandestine visit made his way to the main room with three flute glasses in one hand and a fancy champagne bottle in the other. "Well, now. I do believe my eyes are playing tricks on me. I was under the impression that Saiyans didn't do kissing." Jean interrupted the pair, making them part. Turles turned his playful gaze at the older human in the room, "I'm feeling rebellious this cycle. I left the Saiyan rule book just outside before I came in." He left out the part where it would piss off Bardock immensely since he would be able to distinguish the smell of human saliva on Turles' breath. "I have no problem wit dat." Armando supported Turles' decision. The spiky haired warrior gave the Latin male a lecherous grin before planting his mouth on Armando's once more. His supple ass cheeks were grabbed and squeezed with one strong hand as the young cameraman began to disrobe him with the other. "Heavens to Betsy! Don't mind me, this is a show I'd love to watch." Jean quickly sashayed towards an animal patterned sofa and lopped down, turned on the surround sound system, and poured himself a glass of bubbly. "He won't join?" Turles asked as his breathing became heavier, and his pulse picked up speed. The music he heard coming from odd devices placed around the luxuriously furnished guest room, however, was soothing and alluring as well as the general ambience of the room itself. He could do without the heavy scent of those flowery chemicals humans were so fond of, but there were things the pirate was willing to overlook when his best interests were at hand. "He likes to watch until he's ready to join." Armando explained, taking away Turles' robe and hanging it on a hook by the cabin door. The mocha colored warrior arched an eyebrow at first but decided to accept the humans' setting for the time being. Turning to the Hispanic man, Turles cracked a smile and clawed at Armando's shirt, tearing it where his nails raked through it. "You have too many layers on you." The alien purred. "Why don't you finish undressing me, Piel Morena? You seem to be doing a good job at eet anyway." Turles tilted his head at the strange language. He found it ridiculous that one planet could have more than one main language, aside from Galactic Standard. Nevertheless, he left the judgmental thought for a later time and proceeded to rip off the built human's shirt almost aggressively. A surprised gasp left Armando's mouth as his silk, button up shirt- which had probably cost an average paycheck and a half-, was torn apart and yanked from his body. "Oh! You certainly are a wild ting." "Baby, you have no idea what 'wild' is until you've had me~" Turles spoke with conviction and through a wicked grin. "Show me." The green eyed human challenged. Back on the sofa, Jean made a noise of excitement, almost spilling his champagne from enthusiastically bouncing his legs. "How good are you with your mouth, Sugar Tits?" The renegade Saiyan slowly kneeled, and biting the hem of Armando's pants, he ripped them clean off, discovering the male human wasn't wearing anything but the brightly colored, skin-tight leggings. "You better make it wort my expensive cloze." Armando chided half heartedly. Looking up at the man through his eyelashes, Turles grabbed Armando's dick and began pumping it. When it began getting hard, the Saiyan added his tongue to play along the shaft, and once it was fully at attention, he began lavishing it, pulling moans and groans from his new human lover and making their spectator hot under his robe. It took about two minutes of being enveloped in a very warm and moist, talented Saiyan mouth for Armando to reach the edge. When he felt himself twitch, the Latin man pulled Turles off his dick abruptly. "Stop! Stop. I'm close." "Is that a problem?" Turles lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head. His tail slid to the left side, tip curved in curiosity. Armando gave a curt nod towards his sugar daddy, "He sets the pace." Taking a sip from the tall flute glass, Jean cleared his throat and regarded the two exemplary masculine figures- even though one had more female traits than the other-, coming to a decision. "How about you paint his pretty face, Armando Dear?" "Can do." Armando one-handedly grabbed Turles' black spikes and held them taught, tilting the alien's head back so he could carry out his lover's wishes. He began stroking his shaft, pointing the end at the alien's face. The clone moaned as he swiped his moist tongue over puffy lips. A black tail snaked up to fuck his breeder while he waited for his new lover to release over his features, and his hand went to his own member and began pumping it in time to Armando's speed. "Pull my hair harder, Papi~" "Since when do you know Spanish, Sugar Cube?" Jean asked in surprise. He had heard from Bulma that Saiyans were phenomenal at learning and imitating, inhumanly so, but he still doubted these aliens had picked up on another language so quickly without hanging around himself and his Latino boy toy. "I heard you call Armando that word one time, and his scent changed." Turles turned his gaze at the human standing in front of him. "He smelled aroused." Armando's breath caught, and he pulled Turles' hair harder, making the pain-seeker moan louder. That seemingly triggered the human's orgasm, and white began decorating the warrior's face. "Ooooh, you are a beautiful creeture." Armando panted and stroked his dick a few more times until he was spent. Turles' face ended up mottled in cum. The Synthetic Saiyan darted his tongue out to catch a drop dribbling down his lips and had to make an effort to not grimace. He'd had worse. "C'mere, Caramel, and let me see that face." Jean's voice was heard from a few feet away. Pulling out his tail, Turles got up and sauntered towards the headmaster, climbed on the plush sofa, and sat on Jean's lap. His hips began rotating against the fashion designer's groin as if it were a conditioned response any time the clone straddled someone. "Not so fast, Spaceman. You need to get your pretty, little face cleaned up first. You have jizz all over." Jean drawled in his foreign southern accent. He raised his hand and motioned for his long-term lover to come over and help with the cleaning. The mocha-skinned alien's curiosity peaked when the tall, built human quickly stepped into the adjacent room and returned with a piece of cloth in his hands; it seemed to have been moistened as well. "And that wet cloth is for…?" Turles quirked an eyebrow at the odd creatures. "For dis." Armando brought the moist towel to their guest's face and began gently cleaning it, removing his cum from Turles' fair skin. The warrior had a very puzzled expression, one Jean would put to rest promptly. "Let me explain a few things to you, Sweetheart. We're all gentlemen here… Kind of." Jean added with a chuckle. "We do things right and not half assed. If you get dirty, we are going to clean you up properly, at least how us humans do it. And likewise. We don't expect you to be our cleaning rag." The fashionista gave Turles a critical look-over. "You have much more worth than that, Pumpkin." The clone was even more confused about why tongue-bathing was viewed as an inferior method of getting things nice and clean. Then he remembered that many other species, including Cheelai, shared the same distaste for something that felt so natural for Saiyans. He shrugged in the end. "I'll play by your rules for tonight. If there's a second get together, under different circumstances, I'm doing things the Saiyan way. I'm certain you'll enjoy it." "And we don't mean to step on your culture, Sugar Plum. So tonight, we'll do it our way as was planned before the oil wrestling came to a conclusion. Tomorrow, whenever that may be, you show us how things are done your traditional way." The older male winked and blew a kiss in Turles' direction before lifting and sipping from his champagne glass. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest… Appeasing people." Turles tried to keep his cringing down to the minimum. "Someting tells me you're not used to being treated with dignity?" Armando asked as he finished cleaning off the white strands from Turles' face and neck. "I'm a Synthetic Saiyan, a clone. I'm lucky I even got to live this long, so being treated like less is something I'm used to." The dark-skinned fighter casually explained to the uninformed humans. "How do you mean, Sugar?" You were cloned- As in a lab?" The smallest human in the room asked. "Like dose experiments on T.V.?" Armando added. Turles nodded curtly. "I was made with coding from two Saiyans, one of them is Bardock. And he's the one who hates me the most. Almost all Saiyans mistreat clones." He tried to keep his voice level, uncaring, as well as his temper. All this chit-chatting was starting to make the Saiyan uncomfortable. "That is deplorable." Jean had a genuine expression of disgust. "Why- If you'd ever consider being our regular, we'll certainly treat you proper. Ain't that right, Hazelnut?" Armando took a seat next to Jean and nodded, "Absolutely! In a way, I'm glad dat you came to us wit your 'soliciting'. Now you'll get to experience the wonders of spa treatment once we return to land." “Hmm, I'll need to consider a follow-up now.” Turles grinned at his new human playmates and petted both their faces with his tail, leaving a trail of slick under their chin- slick that Armando wiped off before removing the sad remains of his expensive clothes. "Have you really never been treated wit care? Never been loved?" The young, amorous man asked without much thought, making Turles visibly tense. "Honey, I believe that is much too personal of a question." Jean placed a loving hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. Turles was torn between snapping at the humans and calling it quits, or taking the opportunity to open up to creatures that didn't shun softer emotions. The latter, however, would piss off Bardock more if he ever found out. He settled for stirring the pot. "I've been lo… Loved by three individuals. My pseudo carrier, Rocket, who was my other code donor. My childhood sweetheart, Broko, who was also a clone but had beautiful, soft, white fur. And…" The oldest of the group struggled to keep any emotion out of his voice. "Raditz." "You mean that long haired fella?" Jean remembered some of their names. Others were too forgettable. Armando scoffed, his rivalry against the alien with long, luscious locks increasing in level. "Do you two lovelies have a backstory?" Curiosity overruled the romance enthusiast's lust as Jean threaded his fingers through Turles' unruly spikes. "We do. Long story- I thought I was here to fuck?" The chocolate-colored fighter made a questioning face and shook his head free from Jean's fingers. He was capable of revealing only so much of his personal life. It was bad enough Turles almost let the mask fall and the dam break when he mentioned his carrier and his first love, but Raditz was still a sore spot to talk about. The fashion designer respectfully removed his hand and patted Turles' thigh instead. "Sorry, Baby Doll. We're just sentimental old fools. Well, I am. My Latino lover here is still young." “HA! Steell young…" Armando joked. He was well on his way to the half point mark of an average human life. "He came from a macho man culture, so I understand if you prefer not to talk about feelings or things that get too close to the heart, Cookie." "My family never took dose tings seriously. I never used to cry even when I wanted to so badly. Jean taught me to be more accepting of my emotions and express dem proudly." The Synthetic Saiyan smirked but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "In our culture, we don't do that. And I'm not about to start. I'm here to dick or get dicked, not get mushy." Turles tapped Jean's nose with his index finger. Both humans gave twin schoolgirl giggles and shared a look between each other. "You're an outright stitch, you know that?" Jean placed his drink on the side table and grabbed Turles low on the hips. "You know it. Now, what's next on your master plan, Jean?" The trickster began stroking his cock to get hard again. Armando's eyes followed each movement of Turles' slender but deadly fingers. "I want a taste of dat Saiyan cum of yours. I heard dat you Saiyans have good flavor, according to Bulma. Give me the goods." Jean crooked a finger, motioning for Turles to lean over, and whispered something in his ear. The alien's eyes widened, and a smirk played with the corner of his lips. "I can do that to your 'Latino lover'." He didn't exactly know what that word meant, but Armando seemed to smell of pride whenever it was spoken. "What. What did he say?" The long-haired human asked eagerly. Turles placed a hand on Armando's chest and pushed him down on the sofa. "Just lie down, and let me work my magic on you~"
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Nighttime began to fall over the small speck of a cruise in the vast ocean waters. Stars littered the dark sky, the moon sat proudly in the cosmos, and if one looked west, they could see the tiniest sliver of red left from the sun setting.
A bottle rudely interrupted the serenity of the night as it hit the yacht's floorboards and toppled over, rolling away and leaving a small trail of whiskey in its wake.
Yamcha grabbed the second bottle he had brought with him, opened it, and took a very long, very needed swig. Pulling the bottle away from his lips, the troubled human observed the immense darkness surrounding him. He could see a few lights in the distance belonging to the buildings resting on the far away coast.
The ex-desert bandit sighed and took another leisure sip from the bottle.
"Loneliness is bad company when drinking."
Yamcha tensed and turned around when he heard the familiar voice and came face to face with his three eyed friend and sparring partner.
"I got a lotta demons to drown out." The shorter man said as he turned back to stare into the darkness.
Tien joined him on the rail, leaning on it, shoulders almost touching. "Did things not go as planned with Goku?" A hint of jealousy decorated the triclops' words.
Yamcha chuckled softly. "So, you remember that."
"Of course I remember. Unlike you, I wasn't drunk. And Bardock made it clear you two should get it over with. I get the feeling Bardock is the leader of the group- Pack."
Yamcha stared at Tien for a moment before realizing his friend was being sarcastic. The younger male couldn't help but laugh at Tien's poor attempt at blatant humor.
"Sooo, how was he? Not that I'm interested in knowing about 'that' part of Goku's love life. I only see him as a friend." The bald human rectified.
"Yep. So do I." Yamcha took a sip of whiskey.
Tien arched an eyebrow, "It didn't go as planned, I take it?"
A small pink stained Yamcha's cheeks, unnoticed under the cover of night. "It wasn't quite what I expected."
The taller of the two looked at Yamcha, practically vibrating as he waited for the other shoe to drop. When his friend took another swig from the bottle, Tien concluded the second shoe wasn't coming without prompting.
"WELL?!"
Yamcha startled slightly at the raised tone. "Huh? Well what?!"
Tien pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Why are the cute ones always the dumb ones…"
"Yo, man! Give me a break. This is my second bottle!"
"You need to slow down then." Tien snatched the bottle away from his dizzy friend, recapped it, and kept it on the far side away from him. "Now. Spill. What happened between you two?"
When he realized he was not recovering his bottle of 'feel good' any time soon, Yamcha sighed and relented. "He's… Not what I expected, you know, under the sheets. Goku isn't what I'm really looking for, turns out."
"So, the crush is over with?"
"Pretty much." Yamcha let out a long breath, not entirely convinced but ready to move forward.
A small rejoicing voice inside Tien's mind squealed like a schoolgirl who was asked to prom by her idol. The three eyed demi human cleared his throat, "What exactly are you looking for?"
Tomorrow, Yamcha would blame the alcohol for the next bit he was about to say. "I'm looking for a guy who can make me his bitch, apparently."
The bottle in Tien's hand slipped and fell over the rail for one eternal second, headed towards the ocean and whichever unfortunate sea creature happened to be in its collision course. The bald human's hand shot out to catch it, struggling not to fall over the rail and into the water himself, bottle and all, until the glass escape artist was back in his tight grasp.
Getting his act back together, Tien set the bottle on the deck and tried to pretend the last five seconds didn't happen. "Like Vegeta is with Goku?"
Yamcha snickered at the other Z-fighter, "I guess." He tried to make a grab for the bottle, but Tien stopped him.
"Don't drink your problems away, Yamcha." Tien said as he grabbed his friend's wrist. "Does that mean you want Vegeta now?"
"HAA-"
Yamcha choked on his sudden burst of laughter, wheezing and coughing. "Dude, he was the one who stole Bulma from me. Besides, he's too bitchy and full of himself." The former thief was still sore about the shameful way Vegeta made him apologize to Goku, even if he did deserve it.
"Turles?"
Yamcha shook his head, "He reminds me too much of Goku, an evil Goku. He even has devil-looking horns in his hair!"
"Raditz then." Tien teased his once tournament rival. "I bet you loved his… Endowment."
"I…" The ex-bandit lit up like a beacon. "No, Man. Vegeta would rip my balls off or worse. He's just too possessive of his grabs and hates me. Plus, he's married to Bulma now."
With a tinge of sadness in his voice, Tien continued, "Point. Well, I hope you find someone that fills in the… Umm…"
Yamcha's eyes widened comically as he slowly turned to look at the bald, three-eyed male who was currently struggling to remove the big foot from his mouth. "Fills…?"
Tien laughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry. That would've sounded horrible if I finished it."
"Try me."
"…Fills in the hole you have inside that you desperately need to have filled." The demi human finished with a snort.
"Tien Shin Han!"
Tien slapped Yamcha's bicep with the back of his hand. "Oh, cut it out. You knew damn well what I was going to say."
"And here I thought the Saiyans were bad." The dark-haired human remarked playfully.
A sad smile appeared on Tien's face, "I may not be one, but I'm the next best thing."
Yamcha's grin faded gradually. "What are you saying?"
"That time when we were drinking all those years ago, the time you didn't take me seriously… Yamcha, I WAS serious."
The shorter man's jaw all but fell to the floor. "You-"
Placing a hand on his crush's cheek, Tien gave Yamcha an intense look, "You don't need to answer now. Whenever it is you're ready to start a journey with me, all you need to do is give me a sign."
Before Yamcha could reply to his older friend, Tien took a couple of steps back, removing the hand cupping the other's face. "The party is starting soon. Better get our costumes ready."
The former desert dweller nodded, unable to form any words, still shocked at the realization that all those years ago, Tien had been serious, and Yamcha had taken it as a joke. What shocked him even more was that Tien's feelings for him hadn't changed since then seemingly.
"And no more drinking for you." The triclops grabbed the whiskey and gave it a few shakes for emphasis.
The smaller male simply scoffed, and once Tien was gone, he grabbed the empty bottle and left for his cabin to put on his disguise for the Hallows Eve celebration.
-
Above, on the upper deck, Bulma was placing the finishing touches on her Spartan princess dress. It consisted of one long tunic that barely covered her breasts and sat loose on her body, held together by two gold belts, one just below her bosom and another just above her pelvis. The effect was complete with authentic replicas of Spartan sandals and jewelry- She had spent a handsome amount of cash on her costume as well as the pack's attires and their alien friends.
The last item was a wig that she was sure her husbands would appreciate, at least the tall one. It was long and luscious and had a soft, golden color, a color Bulma was told was rare among Sand Saiyans when in base form.
Straightening out the jewels that flowed from the tall bun on the wig, the now Spartan princess gave herself a onceover, approved her look, and left to the suite next door, expecting to find the pack doing anything except getting ready as they should be.
Experience had taught her no differently, and Bulma was a fast learner. She gave herself a sarcastic, mental thumbs up after opening the doors and seeing the piles of limp, naked, Saiyan flesh on the mattresses, a couple on the minibar counter, and the two Bardock look-alikes weren't even present.
"Alright you lot." Bulma sighed in defeat. "It's time to get ready for the party. Vegeta!"
"Woman… Shut. Up." The royal groaned.
That was the genius' turning point in the world of limited patience she had for unpunctuality. "GET YOUR LAZY FUCKING ASSES UP, AND GO SHOWER AND GET DRESSED!!!"
Toma's purring was cut off as he winced from their provider's loud voice. "Sorry, Bulma. We're a bit… Stuck." He nuzzled his mate's neck from behind, making Bardock turn to give him a wide smile.
"Fuck yeah~" Bardock said groggily as he caressed Toma's chin with his tail.
"UGH!" Bulma nearly pulled on her hair, remembering she had a delicate wig on. "Well, get UNstuck and hurry it up!"
"Woman, you know that is not how it works!" Vegeta mumbled from his spot on the nest, face down, wanting to hide from reality a little longer. He grabbed a pillow and covered his head for good measure.
"She knows it's possible, Vegeta…" Raditz commented, still sore from being fucked nine ways till Sunday by his Saiyan mate. "It just hurts a lot- Bulma? Yer hair looks- NG! Different." Raditz winced as he attempted to turn completely to take a better glance at their wife.
The genius human noticed the pain in Raditz's voice, and when he grimaced, she hurried to his side. "Sweetie, are you okay?" She reached the side of the bed where the tall Saiyan was half dead and kneeled next to him.
"OH,
HE
gets to be called terms of endearment while I am called a lazy ass!" The royal Saiyan complained as he lifted his head from under the pillow. His eyebrows shot into his hairline when he saw his wife's new look.
Before he could comment on it, however, Bulma shushed him with a 'Prince Tsundere' at the end, making Vegeta choke on any words he was about to say.
"I'll be fine." Raditz waved off Bulma's concern and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He had been warned by the brown haired royal to NOT tell their human mate about how unhinged Vegeta had behaved while giving Raditz a good dicking. He was warned there would be consequences if Bulma ever scolded the Prince for going Super Saiyan whilst buried inside Raditz's cunt and giving him an unforgettable ride.
So instead of revealing details about his coupling with Vegeta to the one human who could tame the hot headed Super Elite and put him in his place, Raditz opted for distracting her so the clever scientist wouldn't see through his lies.
"Okay, you." Bulma slapped away the clever hand that had slipped inside her loose top to touch her chest and pink bud with its fingertips. That pulled a chuckle out of the sly Saiyan. "You need to get ready, Babe. Where's Turles?" The C.E.O. asked as she stood up.
"Turles fucked off to yer friends' cabin." Bardock informed Bulma in an angry voice. "You mean Jean and Armando? Odd… And where's Goku?" The genius asked the others.
A zombified voice crept from the entertainment room, one that raised concern from the petite human.
"Over heeeeere…"
"Oh, Lord." Bulma walked quickly to check on her childhood friend. She found the warrior collapsed on the couch with questionable fluids and markings all over his body.
"You look like a bullet train ran you over. Broly?"
"'Geeta…" Goku said in a raspy tone.
Bulma couldn't help but snicker. "He got on your case?"
"Actually, he-"
"DO NOT DARE!"
Came from the adjoining room.
Goku lowered his voice to a whisper so Vegeta couldn't hear him. "He rode me like a wild buck."
Unfortunately, Bulma's loud laughter notified the Prince that his bonded mate hadn't heeded his verbal warning.
"DAMMIT, KAKAROT!"
"Did you really let Goku fuck you, Prince of All Saiyans?" The Spartan-dressed female taunted her first husband.
"NO!!!"
"I have it all recorded."
Bulma heard Bardock say. She came out of the T.V. room to witness the conversation directly.
"You are just as bad as your clone!" Vegeta barked at the older Saiyan.
"You better share with me." The scientist requested of the pack's second leader- she was the first in her mind.
"It were on that scouter-"
Vegeta abruptly fired a strong enough ki blast at the communications device sitting on the far table, obliterating it entirely. Broly woke up with a start, feeling the energy increase. For a second, he was scared something bad had happened, but when he smelled and saw everyone was calm and safe, the Legendary relaxed and lay back on the mattress.
"Prince!" Toma called out to the young, temperamental Saiyan. "That was the only scouter we had aside from Turles'!"
"I was going to destroy it anyways." Vegeta said angrily. The scouter had been used to record there latest session and had very emotional, private moments between himself and Kakarot. He was not about to let Bardock use that as leverage nor trust him to permanently delete the files.
"Shorty confessed his love to Kakarot while my third born were balls deep inside him." The Commander growled spitefully. Who knew when he would get his hands on another scouter, it wasn't as if Cheelai or Lemo had an unlimited supply of them. He also doubted Bulma would be able to recreate Icejin technology.
Vegeta's face turned a deep red from fury alone. He prepared another ki blast, this time, in Bardock's direction. Before he could fire it, he felt a tug in his bond with Kakarot, a warning to not hurt his carrier, or else.
The Prince cursed in his native tongue and extinguished the energy ball, lowering his hand.
Bulma turned when she heard footsteps dragging behind her and saw the submissive alien warrior rubbing his face. Out of exhaustion or impatience the woman wasn't sure.
"We'll get ready as soon as possible, Bulma." Goku gave his friend a tired smile.
"THANK you. See that 'Shorty' puts on his costume correctly." The smart human giggled when her first husband's eyes landed on her with an almost audible crash.
"FUCK YOU TOO?!" The flame haired Saiyan denoted disbelief that now his human mate was using that tasteless term for him.
Bulma gave Vegeta a smug look and left the pack to fix themselves up. "Love you too, and see you all at the party. Oh! Goku?"
"Yeah, Bulma?" Earth's hero replied.
"The festivities are about to start, so how about you get your mate to help Bardock and Toma get separated? Before you're all even more late?"
The Commander tensed at this new twist and sputtered in his rising panic. He even tried to will his body to release his favorite cock to no avail before Broly and Kakarot would force a separation.
Toma paled- Bardock would not be in a good mood afterwards, bar none.
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The night had been very young when the festivities started. The entire yacht had been decorated in orange, black, purple, and green streamers. Ghosts, spiders, pumpkins, skeletons, witches, and other wacky characters were displayed in many different mediums throughout the cruise.
The restaurants and shops had closed for a few hours so all the employees could help with the decorations. Bulma had been quite proud with the result and effort everyone had put in the preparations; she even promised a bonus after the cruise ended for such a spectacular job. It was a true Hallows' Eve extravaganza in the middle of the sea.
People were filing in on the main deck, checking out all the different activities, food, and raffles Bulma had organized (with help from her ever smiling mother), showing off their wonderful disguises of all shapes, colores, and sizes, and many complimenting their hostess for the wonderful, spooky ambience the yacht now was dressed in.
Some of the party-goers were already building a nice buzz with the myriad of alcoholic, Halloween themed beverages. Some were invested in the delicious food served on long buffet tables; bloodied fingers made with sausages and ketchup, spider deviled eggs, ghostly shepherd's pie, meatball creepy crawlers, and countless more.
And then there were some that were running late.
The pack arrived an hour after the party had started. They were all dressed up to the nines with their custom-made outfits, courtesy of their pack provider. They were all admiring the decorations a few of them had never seen before and could hardly wait to stuff their faces with all the sweet-smelling foods.
"I'm gonna eat till I sprain a muscle." Raditz commented as he patted his belly, trying not to laugh as he watched his carrier limping at the front of the group. He and Vegeta, both.
Goku, Toma, and Broly felt very bad about what their Center had gone through prior to getting ready for the feast. It had been, however, a necessary evil. It was either the pain of having a knot forced out of his womb, or the pain of Bulma screeching at them for arriving more than fashionably late.
This was, of course, not a decision Bardock had made; it had been made for him. His pack full of traitors had opted for separating him from his mate's cock in order to avoid the blue haired human's wrath, and the Commander of the Planet Elite Force would have his retribution.
"GOHAN!" Goku shouted all of a sudden when he spotted his first born and his wife. He left the pack's side to meet them, running and waving as if he hadn't seen them in years.
"Hey, Dad!" Gohan waved back, and the closer Goku came to him, the more the half blood noticed his father's disguise. "You look… Oh." The warlock gulped. Goku was dressed as a construction worker with overalls, no shirt on, working boots, and utility belt. Faded marks painted his bulging muscles, and the way his pants clinged to him like a second skin was very unfair for everyone who wasn't allowed to touch, just look.
"Nice outfits." The young Saiyan commented- Gohan was dressed as a warlock, and Videl was a faerie. "What are ya supposed to be?"
"He's a sorcerer, and I'm his faerie helper!" Videl informed her FIL in a slurred voice. "You look… Gooood." The female human raked her eyes up and down Goku's torso, making him feel suddenly exposed.
"Eheheheh." The Earth's Saviour scratched the back of his head and resisted from crossing his arms over his pecs.
"Sorry, Dad. She's drunk. We uh… Had a loooong talk with some drinks, and she drank one too many." Gohan apologized for his wife's unmannerly behavior.
"Did ya get things solved?" Goku asked to change the topic.
The demi Saiyan looked sheepishly at his father. "Kind of. We ended up- HOLY SHIT!" Gohan slapped both hands over his mouth when he spotted the rest of the pack headed towards them.
Broly, just like his dad, was wearing the same skin tight overalls, no shirt, boots, and his utility belt low on his waist. The behemoth's pants seam was very close to the money maker, and Gohan had to avert his gaze, lest he gave away his interest to people that didn't need to know details about Saiyans and their family relations.
He turned his eyes to see Vegeta and his uncle wearing Spartan outfits; Raditz a soldier and Vegeta a more regal design. They were just as exposed as his dads, Gohan realized, and stopped himself from ogling the two older aliens.
He decided to check out the oldest members of his family and regretted his life choices as they were even 'worse' than the others. Bardock was wearing a lascivious fireman outfit, complete with a natural firehose, should he feel the need to put out the fire he was surely causing any bystander, and Toma was dressed as a disgustingly provocative police officer.
Gohan quickly wiped a trail of blood trickling down his nose. For their age, his grandparents were
clean cut,
and the young adult briefly wondered if Gine was also as pleasant to the eye as they were.
"Ya okay, Son?" Came the concerned voice of his father, pulling Gohan out of his daze.
"Kakarot," Broly softly shook his mate's shoulder, "These leggings are too-"
A loud ripping sound interrupted the tall Saiyan as his pants succumbed to his massive thighs and tore unevenly from knee to hip on both legs. A thud from somebody fainting barely registered in the group's minds. It was now Goku's turn to get a slight nosebleed.
"You guys finally made it!" Bulma's cheery voice cut through the sexual tension building up among the aliens. "Fashionably late, but oh, well."
Under the new lighting, the scientist looked even more ethereal with her disguise, and now that Goku was more aware of his surroundings, he could thoroughly appreciate his older friend's beauty. "Yer really pretty, Bulma." He remarked innocently.
"Oh-" It took the female a moment to register the rare compliment coming from the one person she knew that had little to no judgement about her appearance. "Thank you, Goku." She couldn't help the small amount of blood rising to her face. "You look nice too, all of you."
Her second husband couldn't miss the opportunity to milk her compliment and also to blatantly undress her with his eyes. "Especially me. Right, My Liege?" Raditz winked at the Spartan Princess, having had a little bit of a history crash course of the Spartan empire when Bulma had suggested the three of them; Vegeta, Raditz, and herself, represent that particular culture.
"You speak out of turn, my dear soldier." The blue-eyed human replied with an equally seductive tone. Vegeta scoffed at their role playing.
"My apologies. I only have the highest respect for my princess. I am but yer humble servant who would gladly lay his life for ya-"
Raditz let out a yelp as his Saiyan mate pulled him by the ear.
"Enough of this nonsense!" Vegeta barked.
"I find this acceptable," Bulma slapped Vegeta's gloved hand away and pulled Raditz down for a kiss. "Anyways, you all look great! Oh, you should see Turles in his sexy, little number."
"Tch!" Bardock crossed his arms and chewed on his stick angrily. He was still sore at his clone for running off to fuck some humans rather than stay and bond with the pack.
"He's already here?" Raditz asked with too much interest, and it wasn't lost on the alien Prince.
"Mhm. He arrived a few minutes after the party started." Bulma informed the others. "In fact, he's over there, flirting with that group of people."
"Not for long he ain't!" The Commander took the flavored stick out of his mouth, placed it in his bandana, and marched over to where the unsuspecting pirate was, smell and tail giving away how upset he was.
"Love? Please don't start- Shit." Toma cussed as his life partner paid no mind to him and left in a huff.
Bulma could practically taste a fight coming up, and she rushed with the others to stop it. "What's his problem this time?!"
"He's starting to show a Center's concern over his pack members." Toma explained. "Sometimes it takes a while to grow, and sometimes it can come off as controlling or mean."
"Does that mean he finally cares for Turles?" Gohan asked.
"Ridiculous. You do not understand how the role of being a Center works, Brat. We do not 'care'. We are obligated to look out for our circle and pack members. It is our responsibility." Vegeta snapped at his bonded mate's first born.
"Oh, really?" Bulma stopped partway and spun around to glare at her smaller husband. "Then why haven't you ever called Tarble?”
Vegeta sputtered, at a loss for words.
"Who?" Goku asked, not recalling the name he had heard so long ago.
"Vegeta's younger brother, remember?" Gohan asked his forgetful father.
"V-Virginia has a smaller
-hic-
brother?" A drunk Videl stumbled over her words.
The flame haired warrior's eye twitched, and a vein appeared on his forehead.
"VIRGINIA?!"
Goku then snapped his fingers, "Oh, yeah! He was really small for a Saiyan. Even smaller than ya, 'Geeta. And yer the smallest person I know, aside from Krillin and Chiaotzu."
Toma rubbed his face as he smelled the change in his prince's scent. The feisty royal was about to throw hands.
"I shall have you know, you absolute moron, that our growth was stunted!"
Vegeta shouted at the naive alien, his tail lashing out angrily.
"Whatever happened to the small ankle biter?" Raditz asked, completely forgetting why they started walking hastily 'away' from the food.
"He came to visit, got initiated, and returned with his turnip of a mate." Vegeta said with an air of resentment.
Goku waved Broly to bend down and whispered in his ear, "He was way nicer than Vegeta here." (Broly gave a tiny snicker).
"I HEARD that, Kakarot." Vegeta growled.
Just then, a certain green female approached them, all peppy and wearing a lacy, black and white dress with a pointed hat. "Hey, you guys!"
"You look beautiful," Broly commented on Cheelai's outfit and makeup.
The small alien beamed at her crush, "Right?! I'm supposed to be a witch! Like the healers you mentioned, only a human version of them."
Lemo appeared seconds after his former coworker and joined the group. He was dressed in a sharp suit with jack-o-lantern designs all over. "I don't know what I'm supposed to be. Some kind of plant? Looks nice though, matches my skin color."
Raditz leaned over to his source, "Looks like he ain't wearing a thing and has skin prints all over."
Toma tried not to chuckle but failed in the end. "Behave, Brat." He whispered back, unable now to unsee Lemo naked with what humans called 'tattoos'. He was glad though that this would most likely be the closest to him seeing the senior, orange alien nude. Toma was fine with that.
Goku was about to compliment them both when he saw his friends nearby and excitedly waved them over.
"Ya'll look amazing!" The powerful Saiyan said once the others were within hearing distance. Krillin and Eighteen were dressed as a plug and an outlet. Roshi, Oolong, and Turtle chose a detective theme. Tien was dressed as a jiangshi. And Piccolo was…
"Hey, Piccolo. What are ya disguised as?" Goku asked his pointy ear enemy-turned-friend.
"As a Namekian." The green warrior replied in a deep, flat tone.
Goku made a face at his wet-blanket of a friend.
"You're all rocking those outfits." The android said, looking at the built Saiyans and their costumes that left little to the imagination.
"Thanks! Bulma helped pick them out. Where's Yamcha?" The spiky haired Z-fighter asked.
"We haven't seen him yet." Krillin answered his best friend, feeling a bit self-conscious among all that eye candy- at least for his wife.
Goku was about to ask more about the former bandit's whereabouts when he felt two beings power up and remembered why they were rushing towards Turles in the first place.
"Shit!" The young Saiyan spun around to see the pack was already running to a growing group of spectators. Goku took off and arrived just in time to see the pirate and his carrier baring their fangs at each other while the ignorant partygoers cheered 'fight, fight, fight', and some were even placing bets already.
Luckily, Broly had taken charge and grabbed Bardock, holding him back, and Vegeta had Turles pinned with his eyes alone, daring him to start anything.
"YA BETTER START ACTING LIKE A SAIYAN WARRIOR!" Bardock shouted as he glared at Turles' bunny outfit.
"Oh, that is RICH coming from the one who insists on calling me a fake!" Turles shot back.
"You two, this is neither the time or the place." Toma gently tried to talk reason into the growling, puffed-up tailed Saiyans. He knew, sadly, that once Bardock got started, there was little chance of slowing him down, and he knew Turles well enough to be certain the pirate
wouldn't let
Bardock slow down.
Bulma approached the older alien and placed her hands on her hips to seem more menacing. "Bardock, I swear you will lose all your privileges if you don't quit it this instant!"
"He has no shame and reeks of human scent!" The scarred warrior growled back.
Turles outright cackled at his model's words. How could he feel proud of a race that had practically disowned him and his brothers? "I have no pride in my race. Or should I say your race?"
Bardock gave Turles a look of pure violence and lunged at him, only to be held back by the unmovable object that was Broly. The Commander's tail swinged angrily between his legs, it was unfair he was held back from sinking his fangs in his clone's neck and ripping it to shreds. What was a friendly bite among comrades anyway?
The old timer's underlining words had not been lost on the Prince of All Saiyans. "Are you saying smelling of humans is deplorable? Careful where you tread, Third Class." Vegeta growled out the title.
Bardock stopped trying to get loose and stared at the royal. In his anger, he had forgotten that Bulma, Vegeta's mate, was very much human, not Saiyan.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Bardock changed his scent to alert Broly to back off his Center, and shook the Legendary off as soon as his grip weakened. He turned to glare at Turles and scoffed after a few seconds.
"I need a drink. Bulma, absinth is back on the table." With that said, Bardock marched off, making a bee-line towards the ghostly decorated bar.
Bulma inhaled sharply at the sheer audacity of the spiky haired alien, but before she could run her mouth, Vegeta raised a glove to stop her.
"Not this time, Woman. He has been acting off lately, ever since his pack instincts awoke."
The analytical female looked puzzled at what her husband meant by that- she would ask at a more opportune time.
"Can I continue enjoying the party, Your Majesty?" A disdainful voice cut Vegeta and Bulma's conversation, and they looked at the pirate still standing there, waiting for the royal's permission to move- Turles wasn't sure just how far Vegeta would go if challenged, nor if the Prince even remembered their truce.
"Keep yourself out of trouble." Vegeta said warningly.
"Don't worry about me, Princeling. I'm well acquainted with the word 'trouble'." Turles pivoted on his high heels, gave everyone his back, and strutted off, shaking his hips from side to side in his playboy costume.
"Gods, those two…" Raditz ran a hand through his wild mane, wondering if Bardock would ever get along with Turles. Especially if his childhood mentor were to become more than just a pack member.
Bulma suddenly clapped her hands together and put on her best smile. "Well then! I'm not letting the party sour up because of those divas." Turning to the gathered group of people, the hostess excitedly exclaimed: "Who's ready to bob for apples?!"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It wouldn't be a stretch to say Bardock won the 'Bobbing for Apples' contest, not a stretch at all. The orally talented Saiyan simply unhinged his jaw- something very few Saiyans could do-, and dove right in for the goods floating in the large barrel of water.
When he found out what the prize was, however, he clamped his unyielding molars shut and crushed the entire apple to bits. The supervisor of this particular game placed the winner's pin on Bardock's costume with shaky hands- the alien's entire chest vibrated under his disappointed growling.
The pin was of an apple, the Commander observed, the badge being made of gold for the winner while second and third places got a small bag of candy. Bardock glared at the bag of sweets the other unknown human participants received. His tail puffed up at the tip.
"Don't worry, 'Dock." Bulma patted the alien's hard chest and tried not to compare his constitution with Raditz or Vegeta's, "The more gold badges you collect, the higher chance you have of winning the Grand Prize!"
"And what were the Grand Prize? A bigger badge?" Bardock groused.
Bulma crooked her finger for her MIL to bend down and whispered in his ear. "A lifetime supply of products from Candylicious." When the older Saiyan seemed nonplussed, the scientist added: "More than five thousand different candies and chocolates from the best brands worldwide."
It was comical and somewhat scary to see how wide Bardock's eyes became.
"Is that true, Bulma?!" Goku interrupted the duo, carrying an entire 'bloody' cheesecake he had taken from a buffet table.
"SHHHHHH!" The blue-eyed female shushed her friend. "Goku, I swear! Nobody knows this is the Grand Prize! You best keep your pie hole shut!"
"Pie? Is there more pie?" Raditz came back with a plate stacked skyhigh with all sorts of desserts: caramel apples, cookies, pumpkin pie, cinnamon buns… He was about to gulp down an entire slice of cake when Bardock grabbed him by his side bangs and pulled him in close.
"Now, ya listen here, Brat. Ya take yer brother and his cunt-wrecker of a mate and keep them from participating in ANY games in any form, shape, or color! That Grand Prize is mine! YA HEAR?!"
Raditz gulped and nearly dropped the frosted piece of Heaven in his hand. "I-I don't understand-"
Bardock growled and snapped his sharp fangs one millimeter from the long haired Saiyan's nose.
Raditz pulled back, tucking his tail between his legs, and nodded. "No games. Gotcha."
Toma grabbed the frazzled cub by his shoulders when he saw their Center almost bite his nose off. "Really, 'Dock? What happened now?"
"YOU!"
Bardock grabbed Toma and dragged him, without further explanation, to the next stand hosting a contest.
Bulma stared wide eyed at the retreating forms of one very confused Latcher and one hellbent on world destruction Locker. "What's up his ass?" She asked, trying to steal a bite from Vegeta's platter as the Prince neared the small group. Vegeta carefully slapped her hand away.
"Get your own, Woman."
"I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW!" The Spartan princess snapped at her first husband.
"Baby Bro, do ya know anything about why 'Dock is acting so violent?" Raditz asked Goku, who looked just as confused as his older sibling.
"I think it's cuz he wants t' win a lifetime supply of candy. That's the Grand Prize-"
"GOKU!!!" Bulma shouted in the canary's face.
"Oh- My bad!" The imprudent Saiyan grabbed a piece of his loot and stuffed it in his mouth, attempting to speak through it to prove his point that he couldn't 'sing' anymore.
Bulma sighed and decided an explanation might as well be given to the rest of the pack that was gathered around. "There is a Grand Prize of sweets to the guest who has the greatest number of gold badges. Obviously, Bardock can't handle a little bit of friendly competition and wants all the badges for himself to win."
"Can he simply not collect everyone's badges in the end and wear them all?" Vegeta reasoned.
Bulma shook her head, "The badges are locked into place. They can't be removed without tearing a piece of cloth away before they're deactivated. I took extra measures to prevent cheating." She gave the Saiyans a cursory look, as if telling them THEY were the reason she spent a fortune coming up with anti-trickery devices.
"Cheating, you say?"
A rich, purring voice came from behind them, and Bulma turned to see none other than the Space Pirate. "Oh, nooononono."
"Oh, yesyesyes." Turles countered. "This is excellent information. If you'll excuse me, I have some badges to win."
"Turles, why? WHY do you love antagonizing Bardock so much?" The genius human asked in a pleading tone.
"Because it is fun to piss him off." Vegeta replied for him.
The mocha-skinned warrior winked at their prince and sauntered away, once again, to begin this unspoken competition between himself and his prototype.
Bulma stomped her sandal on the floor and thought for a moment while the Saiyans gobbled down their sugary confections.
"CHEELAI!!!"
The yelled-out name was so abrupt, it startled the Saiyans into dropping their plates, and they were only able to catch their food by use of their superhuman reflexes. Their tails, however, did show their annoyance.
"What about her, Woman?!" Vegeta sneered at his wife.
"I need to get Cheelai to distract Turles!"
"Ain't that a bit underhanded for ya, Bulma?" Raditz asked the multi-trillionaire.
"At this point, I'm willing to try anything to not have another show between those two drama queens like we did before." The human explained.
"Not t' be that guy…" Goku began, receiving an intimidating look from the Capsule Corp. heiress. "But ya kinda did spill the surprise out loud." The Saiyan disguised as a construction worker cowered under Bulma's steady gaze and ended up stepping behind his tall mate for protection.
"I like this new underhanded you." The royal gave Bulma a smile that crept right down her spine and settled in her loins.
"Now's not the time for flattery, Vegeta. Let's go find the others." That said, Bulma and the partial pack went looking for their friends.
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On the other side of the yacht, the warriors known as the Z-Fighters were happily chatting the night away with food, drinks, and pleasant company. Everyone, even Turtle, was sitting on one of the bat-looking sofas scattered across the deck or on pumpkin bean bag chairs.
"Nobody's seen hide nor hair of the tailed fellas. Usually, they're rambunctious enough to always be in the spotlight." Oolong commented and sipped from his Frankenstein Martini.
"You just want to check out the Mocha Latte."
Oolong sputtered and almost dropped the glass. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The android fixed the changeling with an all-knowing look. "I've seen you gaping at his bubble butt."
"Ahem." Gohan cleared his throat, not wanting to have the image of Turles' otherworldly ass at the front of his mind. "They tend to lay low when there's food involved, especially sugary foods." He explained.
"What about you, Gohan? Don't you share a sweet tooth as well?" Krillin asked the adult demi.
Gohan sheepishly scratched the back of his head and reached for his drink, pulling it away when his tipsy wife tried to steal it. "I do like sweets, maybe not as much as my dad- Dads or the pack, but I can't get any right now, I need to keep an eye out for Videl."
Eighteen took a drag of a cigarette in her fingers and let the smoke out before putting it down. "Go get yourself something, we'll watch her." She added a wink towards the drunk female, making Videl giggle.
The half-Saiyan was about to reply when he felt Yamcha's ki approaching right before his scent hit him. Gohan turned to see his father's childhood friend and gasped. "Oh, my…"
The others turned to look at what had Gohan fogging up his glasses; Tien's eyebrows hit his nonexistent hairline.
"Hey, guys." Yamcha waved awkwardly at the group, standing there in a very provocative werewolf costume. His hair was gelled into a messy up-swipe, the angles of his face were defined with makeup, including a black spot on the tip of his nose, and he was wearing high, fluffy shorts; fingerless, fluffy gloves; a fluffy top; and fluffy, knee-high boots. A bushy tail in the back completed the costume.
The jiangshi-dressed triclops stood up courteously without a second thought. "You- You look good."
"Hey, Yams. What kept you so long." Krillin asked the newcomer.
"I was… Sobering up." Yamcha cleared his throat. "Tien, a word?"
The tall, bald warrior nodded and followed wherever his wolf fighter would take him; to the end of the world if Yamcha so chose.
The former thief, however, chose a simple, secluded corner away from the hustle and bustle, not much 'the end of the world', but good enough to keep wandering eyes from wandering too far.
"What's this about?" Tien asked, trying to hide his unease.
"I like your costume, by the way." Yamcha stalled. "Are you supposed to be some kind of Chinese ghost?"
Tien stopped himself from sighing exasperatedly at the change of topics. He knew Yamcha was beating around the bush. "If you want to get technical, it's a Chinese reanimated corpse."
"So, a zombie?"
"Undead, vampire, zombie… Some legends say it's a sort of ghost. But the main story says that if you write a command on an ofuda," Tien reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a small wad of fancy papers, "And place it over the jiangshi's face, it will carry out that command."
"Really? And you actually have papers that people can write on, and you do what they say?"
The older warrior shrugged, "I thought it would be fun. I don't carry out all the commands. I refused to get on the stage and shout 'I'm a fluffy, three-eyed chinchilla' in front of everyone."
"Master Roshi?" The werewolf asked, knowing there could be only ONE person who would ask Tien to do such a ridiculous thing.
"Yep." The taller fighter nodded.
"What if I write something?"
"Sure. Knock yourself out." Tien pulled out a brush and small ink bottle and handed them to Yamcha.
The ex-bandit set one of the papers on the floor, kneeled down, and began writing in elegant calligraphy.
Tien's heart started racing as he read what his crush was writing. Yamcha stoppered the small ink bottle and got up with the paper in his hand, but when he was about to pin the ofuda on Tien's cap, the triclops snatched his wrist.
"Yamcha…"
"It's okay, Dude, I've given it a lot of thought. Let me do this."
Tien sighed and let go of the other's wrist, and Yamcha hung the paper that read 'kiss me' on the side of the cap with one of the pins that were there.
"Carry out your command, Jiangshi."
Tien lifted his shaky hands to cup the werewolf's face and leaned in to plant a kiss full of love and yearning on his lips.
They remained unmoving for a while, each feeling the other's lips and closeness, until Tien pulled back.
"I'm sorry, but this is killing me. What happened between you and Goku?"
Yamcha chuckled at Tien's insistance to know. Maybe it was because Goku was their friend, and it was a bit weird to be 'in the same space' one's friend could've been in. "Absolutely nothing. We both wanted to get dicked, and Goku has too much bottom energy."
"So, you want a dominant partner."
"I… I want… I want to have…"
Tien stopped Yamcha's struggling with another kiss. This time, it was deeper and more passionate.
The shorter warrior parted away with a gasp; his makeup hardly covered the blush staining his face. "Dude! The command was for one kiss!"
"The command said: 'kiss me'. There's no specification on how many times." Tien pointed at the ofuda still hanging from his hat.
"BRUH! I meant just one kiss when I wrote tha-MMMMMMPH!"
Tien kissed the shorter male until Yamcha was melting in his arms.
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"There you are!"
Cheelai stopped herself from throwing a dart towards a balloon filled with treats when she heard Bulma calling. "Hi, Bulma! What's up?"
Bulma looked around before leaning in and lowering her voice, "I need to ask you for a favor to avoid a fight between the queens."
"Oh, you mean Bardock and Turles?"
"Exactly." The taller woman nodded. "You think you can… Keep Turles busy for the night? That box of toys I sent you-"
"Say no more." Cheelai put a hand up and smiled, "I've been meaning to get some personal time with him, but with the pack and all, he's always on the run. By the way, where are they?"
The Spartan princess shrugged, "They decided to stay out of my scheming. You see…" Bulma briefly filled the green female in on what had happened and how Turles wanted to stir the pot.
"I honestly don't blame them for wiping their hands of that plan. Bardock can be scary at times, and if he found out he got help-"
"Oh, pfff! No, they just wanted to stuff their faces with sweets." The blue-eyed scientist interrupted.
Cheelai snorted, "Typical of them."
"So can I count on you to help keep the peace?"
"Sure thing! It's the least I can do to repay your kindness. Besides I-" The witch turned a shade of magenta and silenced herself.
"You need a good lay?" Bulma filled in the blank with a smirk on her face.
"You don't understand, Saiyans are so good in bed." Cheelai said in a pleading tone.
"Honey, I have two very Saiyan partners. Believe me,
I know."
The C.E.O. stated.
"I'll go find him and convince him to go to my cabin some way or another." The alien nodded, feeling a bit envious of the other woman.
"You're a lifesaver, Chee!" Bulma leaned in to hug the shorter female, and Cheelai hugged her back.
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Bardock had finally won all the contests, and he wasn't happy when the game supervisors didn't allow anyone to participate again for the chance to win another gold pin. They explained they would give only one gold pin per first place no matter how many times the person decided to participate. The Commander, naturally, made a fuss about stupid rules, but Toma calmed him down by swiping his tail under his mate's nose and suggested they get food and join the earthlings until the costume contest began.
At the mention of food, Bardock's stomach growled loudly, and he decided it was high time they got something to eat.
They stacked up as much food as they could fit in several big platters and balanced them as they walked towards the Z-Fighters and company- the humans weren't even phased at the amount of food the two warriors brought with them, food that quickly began disappearing as the group chit chatted with each other.
Soon the platters were as empty as a church on a weekday.
"We need to get more. This were just too good." Bardock commented.
"Better than Gine's food prep?" Raditz asked his parents.
The older Saiyan pointed a drumstick in his cub's direction. "Ain't no food prep better than Gine's."
Toma nodded, agreeing with his mate. "Remember when the Prince demanded him to become his personal chef?"
"HMPH!" Vegeta crossed his arms and snarled when Goku 'awed' at him.
"Shut up, Brat. Ya loved Gine's
meril
stew." Bardock snapped at the huffy royal.
Before the conversation between the two most hotheaded members of their clique turned into a downright brawl, Krillin piped up and asked a question that was sure to redirect the Saiyans' attention.
"What about you guys? You must have scary stories to share." The monk gave a sigh of relief when all eyes turned back at him.
"Scary story?" Bardock tilted his head.
"I got one." Toma began. "When I was young, too young to fly, my friends insisted I'd go with them to steal water from Old Man Gord. My circle didn't really need it as we were higher classes, but I liked hanging out with rowdy cubs, most of them second class."
"Wait, I thought high classes didn't mix with low classes." Gohan asked his grandparent, remembering all the times his father got hated on for being a 'so-called Third Class'. "Weren't you an elite soldier?"
"That's usually the case. My source just ain't prejudiced like ninety percent of upper ranks." Raditz explained.
"Too bad Vegeta wasn't part of that rare ten percent," Oolong slyly added, "Otherwise he would've been nicer to Goku."
The Prince of the mighty Saiyan Race grabbed an olive pit from an empty martini glass on the table and flicked it at the pig, making him squeal. Goku elbowed Vegeta, upset that he hurt his shapeshifting friend.
"Toma gave up his elite status just to get with me." Bardock bragged about his love's sacrifice. He felt Toma's tail wrap around his and give it a soft squeeze.
"That is so sweet," Eighteen said genuinely AND sarcastically like only she could muster. "Wonder if Virginia would ever have done that for Raditz or Goku."
Videl suddenly snorted and began giggling. Gohan regretted, at that moment, telling the others about his wife's slip-up thanks to all the drinks she'd had.
"WATCH IT, YOU TOASTER!" The Prince tensed his body as if ready to strike.
"Want me to break your arm again, Super Saiyan?" The android threw back with a smirk.
Goku, sensing murderous intent in his bonded mate, sent a warning to Vegeta to not do anything rash.
"Anyways," Toma continued before he lost his train of thought, "We trespassed on Gord's property, and I was told to get water from the well. I stood over it and began lowering the bucket, when suddenly, we heard screaming from the old man that had caught us. I was so startled I took a wrong step and fell into the well. I could've swum with no difficulty, but a
kai shin
grabbed me by the leg and pulled me under."
"What's a
kai shin?"
The blond female asked.
"It is similar to an octopus or a squid. They grow to be very, very large." Vegeta informed, knowing nobody else would know what the creature could be compared to.
"And their meat were among the most luxurious of all Vegetasei." Bardock pointed out, wiping his mouth when he drooled.
Raditz quickly spoke before Toma could continue, "I was lucky to have
kai shin
occasionally with Vegeta here."
"You talking about that octopus animal?" Bulma's voice was heard from nearby as the scientist came back from talking with Cheelai. "It's supposed to be tender and soft like fish but with a calamari flavor. It sounds delicious, wish I could replicate a synthetic meat." She sat down with a tray full of Halloween snacks and ordered a waiter for more drinks.
Toma puckered his lips, resisting the temptation to ask everyone to stop interrupting him, and continued with the last part of his story.
"Continuing with my story, I fell inside this deep, dark, huge well, started panicking, swallowed water, and began to drown. Old Man Gord pulled me up just as my vision started blurring. I remember feeling nothing but pain until I coughed up water and was able to breathe again. That's probably the scariest story I have-" He wanted to add he was even more afraid when Dodoria was killing him, but he figured Bardock would not take kindly to that. (He wouldn't even dream about mentioning how he felt during Cumber's last moments.)
"Sometimes Toma wakes up thinking he were drowning, coughing and gagging and hacking." Bardock elaborated.
"It's true! I still get nightmares from that experience."
Feeling bad, Goku got up from his seat and walked to his side parent to give him a hug; Toma gladly accepted it even if he did feel awkward doing so in front of the others.
"I'm glad ya didna drown, otherwise I wouldna met ya… or Raditz."
The long haired Spartan soldier blushed at his younger brother's words.
"I'm fine now, Brat." The tanned Latcher nuzzled his soft-hearted third born cub.
"Does that mean you're afraid of water?" Gohan asked, not able to help but wonder how Toma was the first one to dive in the ocean.
"Underground water." The pony-tailed Saiyan clarified. "I'm better with open water."
"He can't be afraid of- Open waters. He caught- Fished that dolphin!" Videl slurred, remembering the comical scene from all those days ago.
A few of the members of the group chuckled when memories came back of how the dolphin had flipped off Toma after it was released back into the ocean.
"Hey! We come from a planet and culture where if ya can't fight off a predator, yer the next meal." Bardock said in a serious tone.
"Indeed. Humans are too forgiving of creatures that are overdue for extinction." Vegeta casually added, knowing that his wife hated talking about that particular subject with him.
"Vegeta, I swear!" Bulma grumbled under her breath.
"Aww, but if they go extinct, then there woulda be anymore yummy food or cute, fuzzy pandas." Goku pouted.
Bulma loudly said 'THANK you' to her childhood friend.
"I hate to break it to you two, but if an animal goes extinct, it's because it wasn't fit to survive nature, or it was over-hunted. We don't over-hunt, ever." Toma explained.
Bulma gave her FIL a stank-face.
"I guess," Goku scratched the side of his face. "I hunted many weak animals. Well, they were all weak for me even when I was a cub. Hey, Bulma! Remember when I killed that dinosaur that made ya piss yerself when it wanted t' make ya its next meal? It was sooo delish!"
The C.E.O. of the tech empire that was Capsule Corp. turned red at the disclosure of one of her most private and embarrassing experiences.
"GOKU!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
Everyone laughed at the mental image, some harder than others, Vegeta in particular.
"That monster grabbed me when I wanted to pee, and I was so scared that I couldn't hold it!" The blue eyed genius countered.
Ever the big-mouthed, eager-to-teach Saiyan that he was, Raditz cheerfully gave out a private bit of information about his race. "When Saiyans are scared and have no way out of a life and death situation, we milk- OW!
BABAAA!"
"Dontcha DARE finish that sentence, ya spat!" Bardock growled at his dense second born. Thoughts about how Cumber would've turned out to be, unlike his two other feckless cubs, returned to the elder Saiyan's mind; his demeanor changed for a fraction of a second before Bardock recomposed himself.
Raditz lowered his eyes, still rubbing where his Center had thrown one of the empty bottles of absinthe at his head.
"Bardock! Don't hurt my husband, or I swear I'll take away your alcohol privileges again!" Bulma shouted at the cranky alien, making Bardock's fur stand on end and a soft growl bubble up inside his chest.
"Don't worry, Bulma. They do this sort of thing all the time. It's just a bottle, 'Ditz will be fine." Toma eased his cub's human mate's worries.
The long haired Saiyan, dressed as a Spartan soldier, scowled angrily at his source for dismissing his pain. He knew he was being a spoiled brat for feeling this way; better Saiyans would shrug it off.
"Oh, don't get pouty with me." Toma leaned over to chastely kiss the miffed Latcher for a split second, reassuring his cub that he was still loved and accepted, if only a little soft. "'Dock has thrown worse things at you."
Raditz shivered as he remembered his carrier getting so mad at him one time he broke the stone slab table on him. His source had been angry for an entire span at Bardock for breaking their old table- and also for breaking it on Raditz. He wondered what Gine would have done if he had still been around, probably would've shaved Bardock's tail.
Opposite to the alien warriors, an old, wise man sat on a bat-shaped sofa, watching Goku's family interact with each other intently as well as watching their surroundings, always vigilant, always the Master.
Oolong, on the other hand, was having a hard time not pointing out the elephant on the 'boat'. "So, about this Saiyan family business… Is anyone else disturbed, or is it just me?" Earlier, a little bird had told him about the Truth or Dare gathering the others had had, and the shapeshifter was still trying to process the information.
"What we think or feel about their business is irrelevant. As far as I'm concerned, this isn't about our philosophy. This is about watching all the cute girls in their tight, little costumes, bobbing for apples." Roshi leaned forward to get a better look at a competitor bending over a barrel, her short skirt giving the perverted old man and companion a prime view of her lacy underwear.
A creepy 'old man' cackle escaped the Turtle Master. It was followed by a thunk on his head, courtesy of Bulma and Eighteen overhearing the lewd greybeard.
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An aged woman with curly blond hair walked briskly towards the chatting group of friends and acquaintances as soon as she spotted them. After stealing a tray holding an entire carrot cake on her way over, Panchy couldn't help but stick her finger in the creamy frosting of a pumpkin and scoop up some orange goodness to lick off. Her youngest daughter had outdone herself again, had made everything spooky and festive, and had hired the best team of workers she'd ever seen. The young-looking grandmother was certainly pleased with Bulma's accomplishments. Both her daughters had done her proud. "Evening, Dears! Are you enjoying the party?" The blonde came behind Bulma and hugged her with one hand. "Oh! Hi, Mom." The blue-eyed scientist watched as her mother rounded the sofa and placed a delicious-looking cake with pumpkin decorations on the table and began cutting it with a spatula that had come along with the pastry. "That dress looks beautiful on you, Mom." "Mhm! And the party is great so far, Mrs. Briefs. Thank you." Krillin added. The grandmother waved the monk off, "Oh, pish-posh. The name's Panchy, I've told you not to call me Mrs. Briefs. Besides, Bulma is the one who organized the party, I only gave her a few tips." The older woman began serving the slices of carrot cake on napkins. "Are those pieces of cake reserved or free for all?" A few heads turned to see Yamcha and Tien taking a seat on one of the purple and black sofas, looking dreamy and sweaty. "About time you two came back. Have you been checking out the games?" Oolong asked, swiping a piece of cake. Bardock scoffed, accepting the dessert that Kakarot gladly grabbed for him. "Can'tcha tell? It were obvious they've been fooling around. They reek of arousal and each other." "BABA!" Goku snapped at his carrier. "Bardock, for fuck's sake." Vegeta rubbed his gloved hand down his face, groaning at the old Saiyan's indiscretion. Tien shrugged and took Yamcha's hand in his, "Seeing as the old man- Alien, whatever, outed us, yes, we were fooling around. Kissing if you want to be specific." Yamcha blushed, feeling uncomfortable, and tried sniffing himself to see if he really smelled like Tien. "FUCKING FINALLY!!!" Eighteen exclaimed as she took away the cake Krillin had grabbed for himself. The short human sighed and grabbed another one. "Yamcha, I'm so proud of you." Bulma clapped her hands together. "You took the first and hardest step to the first day of your life, the real version. No pretenses, no lying to yourself, just living without chains." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Ya go, Buddy!" Goku gave his two friends a thumbs up. "So, does that mean yer together? Boyfriends?" Broly suddenly tapped his mate's hand, "He's uneasy, Kakarot. You are all bothering him." He said, looking at Yamcha. "How can you tell?" The curious android asked through a bite of the delicious baked goods. Raditz touched his nose, "Saiyans." "Ah. Well, for what it's worth, I'm proud of you too, Yam-Boy. Now, are you going to let us see some smooching or something?" Eighteen shot the new couple with an intense look. At that moment, Yamcha actually wanted to die. "No, you're not." Tien replied, making the cybernetic human boo at him. "We're not boyfriends yet, Goku." "We're not?" The ex-bandit gave Tien a genuinely concerned look. "You took a big step today, and that's good enough for me. When you're ready for the final step, you'll KNOW we're an item." The triclops gave Yamcha's hand a reassuring squeeze. Yamcha did feel disappointed at that, but Tien was right, there was no rush, and good things came to those who waited. "I think you two make an adorable couple. You won't be getting any hate from us, Yamcha, Sweetheart." Panchy brought over two napkins with cake slices for the newcomers. "And speaking about items…" The senior female turned to Vegeta, who was enjoying a glass of some fruity drink, and squeezed her breasts together inconspicuously to those that weren't paying attention (the Prince was). "You can put your grout between my tiles anytime, Handsome." Half of the royal's drink that was currently traveling down his throat came back up with a vengeance and shot out of his nose. The other half decided to add insult to injury and lodged itself in his lungs. A hacking fit ensued, and Vegeta began to turn blue in the face. Through their bond, Goku could feel his future mate dying and WANTING to die. "MOOOOOOOOOM!" Panchy giggled and waved her off. "Oh, I'm just teasing, Cupcake. Vegeta isn't my type. Too much big dick energy for such a little guy." Vegeta had just recovered from the liquid onslaught and had caught his breath when he suddenly choked again. Bardock almost fell from his seat from laughing so hard. "Yer… Not wrong." The Z-Fighters silently agreed with Goku's statement. Wheezing, the Prince shot the younger Saiyan, his once time rival, with the dirtiest look he could muster. "Kahkaroht. I shahll kihll you-HACK!" "Well, gotta run! Those pumpkin spice rolls won't eat themselves." Panchy waved goodbye to the group and left with her wavy cobweb-themed gown twirling behind her, hurrying back to the dessert table.
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It wasn't terribly hard for Cheelai to find her target. Turles' outfit and bronzed skin sparkled under the colorful lights decorating the main deck. Not to mention, his uniquely shaped hair, without counting Bardock or Goku. As the green-skinned witch neared her on-and-off lover, she noticed Turles trying to bribe one of the game supervisors into giving him more pins. Cheelai realized, at that moment, that when Turles wanted to win, he could play very dirty. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Cheelai grabbed the Saiyan and pulled him away from the flustered supervisor by his arm. Turles was rather surprised to see his booty call suddenly snatch him away. His clever mind immediately went into overdrive and began collecting information from the tiniest details, such as how flustered she seemed. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" The female alien tried her best to keep the figurative mask on. "I just missed you, and I did get that box of toys from Bulma…" Now the trickster knew something was up. He took a big breath, inhaling the air around Cheelai, and squinted, "You missed little old me? I find that hard to believe." "I… I do miss you! We haven't had fun together in a long while." Next thing Cheelai knew, she was being pressed against a wall, an arm hooking between her legs, pushing her upwards until her shoes couldn't touch the floor. Another arm pressed against her neck, all this in a matter of a second. A whimper left Cheelai's mouth the moment Turles realized the pink-eyed girl wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress. He pressed in to whisper in the smaller alien's ear, "I could hear your heart beating faster the moment you said you missed me. Your scent changed as well." Cheelai could feel Turles' muscles in his forearm tense as he pressed harder against her crotch, her entire weight being held up by that point. "I don't- Know what you are implying-" "Oh, I think you do." The renegade ran his fangs up Cheelai's delicate neck. "Now, tell me, why did you really seek me out? And no lies this time." "Lies?! Hehehe, I'm not- EEEEP!" Cheelai squealed when she was pushed up higher against the wall, Turles' face now being level with her breasts. "I may not be as good as Bardock at detecting lies, but I'm not his clone for nothing." The pirate felt her tense when he mentioned his prototype's name. "Ah, so Bardock is involved." The young woman closed her eyes and faced away, feeling herself getting wet. "There's just one scenario I can think of, given that you have a bit of Bulma's scent on you," Turles continued. "Bulma asked you to be a distraction for me, so I wouldn't make Dear Old Center mad he couldn't get more badges than I could and didn't win the Grand Prize." "G-Grand Prize?" Cheelai stuttered. "Never mind that. What I'm curious about is… How did you think you would ever trick the trickster if you can't even mask your scent?" Turles leaned in again and took a whiff of the witch's arousal. "Excuse me, Miss? Is this guy bothering you?" The clone turned around to see a human standing there, smelling quite protective. He let his prey down on the floor, licked his arm, and addressed the nosy male. "And what if I am?" Cheelai grabbed onto Turles' muscular bicep and tugged. "He's not! We're- We're lovers! Isn't that right, Hot Stuff? Let's go to my cabin, okay?" "Mmm, no. I have a lifetime supply of sugar rocks to win and a certain Saiyan to beat." The chocolate-colored warrior turned down the offer. "There's a Latcher dick!" That got the Saiyan's attention. "Yeah, you heard me." Cheelai pressed on and shooed away the man that had 'come to her rescue'. "I'm fiiine, go away." She briefly remembered being in a similar position and having Broly be her rescuer. He had definitely been more appealing… And intimidating. "Psh, ungrateful little bitch." The human waved Cheelai off and gave two steps away before finding himself suddenly being picked up by his costume, drifting higher and higher until he was hooked onto the very end of the tallest mast and left there kicking and screaming. Cheelai covered her mouth, trying not to laugh as Turles floated back down, dusting his hands. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO OUR FRIEND?!" One of the guy's acquaintances ran over to the alien pair. Turles turned to the green woman, "On second thought, this party has soured. I'll take you up on your offer." He threw an arm around Cheelai's shoulders and walked away, ignoring the shouting coming from behind them.
-
"Dearest Partygoers, the costume contest is about to begin…"
The contest announcer spoke through the microphone as Bulma waited for Goku to bring down the frazzled guest from the rig. "I'm so sorry for this, Kevin. Can I make it up to you?" "I'm going to sue you for bringing these beasts on board!" Kevin, the human Turles had left on the highest mast on the yacht, threatened the rich scientist. "I will sue you for all your-" A gloved hand belonging to one pissed off and territorial prince shot up and pointed directly at the man's face. A shiny and dangerous-looking ball of energy began forming in the Saiyan's palm. Just the heat of it was enough to make Kevin's makeup melt down his face.
"Go on, Human. Finish that phrase, I dare you." Vegeta said in a warning tone. "Vegeta, lower your hand." Bulma pressed down on her husband's arm until he snuffed out the energy and removed his hand. She returned her attention to the almost burnt victim. "If it's financial compensation you want, then I'll gladly pay-" "LIKE HELL YA WILL!" Bardock interrupted. "Ya heard the witness saying he called Cheelai a bitch. Turles simply taught him a lesson. And I can smell that clone on him as well as Cheelai. Let me tell ya, Turles were pissed . The human should be grateful he weren't gutted right then and there." Bulma felt a headache coming on, and she rubbed at her temples. "Bardock, we're not on VEGETASEI! NOW, YOU SAIYANS KEEP YOUR AGGRESSION AMONG YOURSELVES, AND LET ME HANDLE MY GUESTS!" Bulma's voice was piercing enough to make the pack grab their ears. Toma quickly ushered his people to the contest, "Come along on, you lot. Bulma knows how to better deal with these situations. We should give her some credit." Before leaving, Bardock feinted an attack towards the meek human, making him jump back so violently he lost his footing and fell on his ass. "BARDOCK!" Bulma yelled at her MIL. "Yeah, yeah. I heard ya." The Commander waved her off and left with the others, letting the furious multibillionaire to handle the mess. "You and my bro should participate." Goku tried changing subjects for his bonded mate' sake, still feeling Vegeta's fury through their connection. "Nonsense! I shall not partake in such absurd activities." The royal snapped at his former rival for even suggesting such a heinous crime. "Unless it's me suckin' ya off in front of everyone…" The Earth's Savior mumbled under his breath. Vegeta swiveled around and pressed his chest against Goku's abs, getting all up in his face- or trying to. "Would you like me to shove my cock in your mouth on the stage, Kakarot?!" "I'm gonna participate." Bardock stated. "We might just-" Sudden silence befell the pack, stretching for seconds that seemed like hours, tension growing as the energy around them shifted. "Impossible…" Toma said in a meek voice, looking up to the dark sky. Raditz gasped and ran his hands up and down his arms, "I can feel it too!" Broly was confused when he felt a weird sensation on his hair and fur and the smell of the air beginning to change. "Kakarot, what's happening?" "Whaddaya mean?" His mate asked in a perplexed voice, wondering why his family members felt like they were about to burst. Vegeta sighed, and a smile appeared on his face. "It is about to rain."
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"Rain?" Broly asked, curious about this new word.
Goku realized then that this would be the first time his breeding mate would experience water falling from the sky and not a showerhead. "Li'l drops of water fall from the sky and get ya wet."
"And it is cold as fuck." Vegeta added to the other's information.
"Will we not be able to breathe?" The question coming from the innocent Saiyan's mouth pulled at Goku's heart.
"Yer safe, Big Guy. It ain't even as much as a splash at the pools." Earth's savior could smell Broly's anxiety, "We can go inside and watch it rain from the window. Or I can ask Whis t' make it stop."
The large Saiyan nodded.
Vegeta's tail shot out, puffed all over in anger, "KAKAROT, DO NOT DARE!"
"Ya never reject the Gift of Rain, Kakarot. Let him experience it." Bardock confronted his cub.
"This is his first time! I ain't gonna force him and have him end up hatin' the rain." Goku countered. He took Broly's hand in his, and with one last glance at the pack, he guided the giant warrior back to their room.
The Commander turned to give Raditz a piercing look,
"What about ya, Brat? Gonna leave too?"
Raditz tensed at the accusing tone in his Center's voice, "I um- Well… If Vegeta and Bulma-" He stopped all of a sudden when he felt a drop of cold water fall on his nose.
The Prince held out his hand and felt his glove get wet as a few drops hit it. He took a deep breath, "It is starting."
"How many cycles or spans will it last?" Toma asked eagerly. He was very excited for this new turn of events. Rain meant life, after all.
"The Rain here does not last that long." Vegeta explained. "Perhaps a few degrees. We do, however, have it in abundance all over the planet, except in a couple of places that do not pertain to us. So, expect to have Rain much more frequently than on Vegetasei."
Bardock felt like burying himself, "Only a few degrees?!
What the fuck?!"
Rain began falling more frequently with every passing second, Toma lifted his face to the night sky and let out a genuine laugh of happiness. The dark clouds above bestowed the life cycle upon them, with thunder and lightning, and the essence of life itself.
Bardock couldn't help but watch his mate with yearning, remembering the Rain Season on their planet and how much joy and hope it brought to his people. But then movement and noise around him caught his attention, and he turned to see the humans screaming and trying to cover themselves from the rain as well as running for shelter.
"The fuck…?"
"Why's everyone covering themselves?" Raditz asked the royal who had more experience living on this planet.
"Well, this is certainly an inconvenience. Seems like the party is over, Folks. Costume contest will be cancelled…"
The announcer apologized for the turn of events, baffling the dessert born aliens among the crowd of near-panicking people.
One scarred Saiyan was about to explode- and not in the fun way.
Vegeta offered a comforting hand on the fireman-dressed warrior's shoulder. "Humans have not learned to appreciate the Rain. It has the bad reputation of creating floods, and on this planet, floods are considered a natural disaster."
Bardock, Toma, and Raditz exclaimed
'WHAT'
simultaneously.
Just then, Krillin came running to them, covering his head with an empty tray from the buffet table. "Hey, guys, we're going to head up to Bulma's suite and continue the party there, watch scary movies, order some food and drinks… Want to join?"
Bardock and Toma both shouted: "PASS!"
"Yeah, Bulma warned me you guys might want to enjoy the rain."
Raditz felt torn and looked at his life partner.
"We shall have many, many, many Rains in the future, Moron. We do not need to sacrifice the rare, good food and company to enjoy a common thing." Vegeta reassured him.
The long haired Latcher looked down and nodded his head, deciding to follow the Prince's lead.
"We shall join." Vegeta told the short monk.
"Great! Meet you at Bulma's room." Krillin ran off to get out of the rain and join the others in the elevator.
The flame-haired royal addressed the older couple next, "Shall we not expect you until the Rain ends?"
Grabbing hold of Bardock's hand, Toma looked sheepishly at their Prince, "Forgive us, but we're staying outside this moontime. We've become sentimental in our old age."
Bardock stomped on Toma's foot; a small sound of distress rose up the taller Saiyan's throat.
"Very well. We shall see you at sunrise then. Knowing Bulma and this holiday, the get together shall continue for most of the night. Come on, you big lug." Vegeta nodded for Raditz to follow and didn't wait for him as he began heading upstairs.
Raditz stuck his tongue out at his mate's retreating back. "Have fun, you two." He waved to his parents and trotted towards the smaller fighter.
One bandana clad Saiyan and his pony-tailed mate stood there, watching as everyone was shuffling inside or standing under the roof, and also watched as the employees put all the food away.
"Have you had enough to eat, Love?"
"I have for now. Follow me." Bardock took off with Toma following not far behind. They flew up to the very top of the yacht where their suite and Bulma's were located.
They perched up on the flat surface of the roof, and Bardock raised his arms, took a deep breath, and let out a boisterous laughter and a howl of euphoria.
Toma laughed joyfully at his mate's clamor and picked him up by the waist, spinning them around and sending drops flying about. When he placed Bardock down, they both began undressing until they stood naked under the falling sky.
"I will say, this Rain weren't warm at all." Bardock flared up his ki a tad to make the rain heat up around him.
Toma did the same. "Better than nothing." He stepped over to give his mate a kiss.
"I wanna conquer this planet, Toma. Let's make it ours." Bardock said flirtatiously, hooking his hands behind the taller Saiyan's neck.
The Latcher smiled, "Or we can live in harmony with the humans and avoid all the destruction. Make them serve us."
"The humans don't know how to appreciate this beautiful mudball. They don't deserve this place."
Toma nodded, "Kakarot wouldn't let us though. Not to mention Vegeta or Bulma."
"Wishful thinking." The Commander shrugged. "In a few centuries, we can change their mind. Maybe even fix the planet up a bit. Make it more Saiyan friendly."
In a warning voice, Toma called out his life partner's name, "Bardoooock. I can hear your brilliant mind scheming." He tapped the other's forehead.
"Oh, I have grand plans for when we move up here."
"You always have plans." Toma cooed, kissing his mate. "One of the many things I love about you."
"Would ya follow me into battle?" Bardock asked his subject.
"I would follow you to the end of the universe, my commander. Slice a billion throats for you to walk on their corpses. Make you a throne of bones and skulls, bathe together in the blood of our enemies."
Bardock let out a lengthy moan. "After we bring Gine back. And I'll have ya both standing by my sides as we watch the planet burn and then come back to life under our care."
Toma gave the love of his life a genuinely happy look. "We'll repopulate the planet with grateful people."
"Speaking of repopulating…" Bardock began, "Remember that time when we were fucking on Vampa?"
"I remember every single session." Toma replied.
"When we turned Oozaru."
"I remember doing that but-"
"Ya don't remember what I told ya." Bardock interrupted. Toma shook his head.
"I wanna add another cub to our circle." Bardock wrapped his tail around Toma's bigger one.
"You- You mean…?"
"Plant one in me."
"Oh, gods…" Toma tried not to cry from joy. He grabbed Bardock's face and started placing kisses all over, getting hard as a rock. He pushed his breeding mate down until he was lying on the roof and reverently kissed down his body: neck, nipples, abs, genitals, down to his Center's feet.
"When my next heat comes, I want us to find an isolated spot so it's yer seed that takes."
Toma had to grab his balls and squeeze the top to avoid bursting. "I'm not going to last long if you keep talking like that."
"Then get over here and fuck me." Bardock challenged him.
Toma scooted over and reached for Bardock's breeder, inserting two fingers to prepare him. But when he heard his mate growl, Toma pulled his fingers out before his hand got bitten off.
"Okay, okay, OKAY. You want to go hard. I have no problem with that." Using the rainwater, the Latcher slicked himself and lay on top of the smaller warrior. He grabbed his dick and pressed inside slowly.
"TOMA, I SWEAR!"
"Goddess Lune!" The tanned Saiyan shoved his dick all the way inside in one go, ramming his cockhead against Bardock's cervix and making the scarred Saiyan's breeder stretch to the max.
"MMMGAH! Fucking finally! Now, breed me till I'm full of nothing but yer cum!"
"Fuck, 'Dock…" Toma started thrusting in and out, feeling Bardock tense on purpose to make him lose his mind. "Easy, Love. I don't want to hurt you. You just got torn from the forced separation."
"I have popped three fucking brats from there, ya better start breeding me now or I'mma go to another Latch-AGGAAA!"
The tanned Saiyan rammed in with a vengeance. "NOBODY BREEDS YOU BUT ME!!!" There was a fire in those dark, grey eyes.
"Oh, we're possessive now, AH! If ya don't- Hurry it up and knot me, Broly were next."
Toma growled as he pulled out, stood up, and put Bardock in a breeding position; face down, ass up in the air, toes barely touching the roof. He thrusted back inside, using his life partner's hips to fuck him up and down his cock. The Latcher's tail wrapped around Bardock's dick to help him come faster, his thumbs playing with the other's rear entrance and tail gland.
"Next cub you push out of your cunt will have my blood!"
The bulkier Saiyan spoke in a hoarse voice, teeth clenched, already on the edge, but he wouldn't spill a drop of semen outside of Bardock's womb.
The older Locker moaned and clawed the roof, leaving slashes in the metal. "Ya best make sure it were only yer seed inside me then. If someone else happens by, I ain't stopping them."
Toma growled and shouted as he transformed into the golden warrior out of sheer possessiveness. Bardock's eyes crossed, his tongue hung out, and legs bent at the knees in a subconscious display of submission.
"I will rip off anyone's dick that dares to breed you!"
"Good luck stopping the Legendary." Bardock taunted, loving every second of his partner' s rare dominant side.
Lightning that didn't belong to the storm shot through the air as Toma kept fucking into his mate over and over.
"OPEN UP, BARDOCK!"
The scarred Saiyan shivered at the aggression in Toma's usually sweet tone, resisting a whimper from leaving his throat, and felt himself start to fall over the edge. "I'm- I'm com- Coming-
AAAAAAHHH!"
As soon as Toma felt Bardock begin to dilate, he pushed in but avoided going all the way into the other's core. He pulled out and thrusted back in several times, the tip of his glans barely piercing his mate's ring.
"TOMAAAAA! DO IT!"
"Not until you say it!" Toma growled.
"F- fuck ya and knot me already!" The Commander began turning a shade of pink.
Finding star metal resolve, Toma pulled out completely. "SAY IT!"
"GrrrrAAAAAAAAAH! NO!"
Bardock tried pushing back into his mate's shaft, but Toma's grip on his hips was resolute.
"Do it, or you won't get my cock!"
A soft mumbling came from the bottoming Saiyan as his face lit up in embarrassment.
"Louder!"
"YA FUCKING HEARD ME!" Bardock screamed at the warrior currently tormenting him.
Toma slapped Bardock's round ass hard enough to make the Commander yelp. "This will be the first of many if you don't scream it!" He threatened, rubbing the tip of his cockhead against his older partner's slit without going in.
Bardock wished, at that moment, that Toma would go to the lowest level of Hell and burn there as much as he felt himself burning.
"I'M YER BREEDING BITCH!"
Satisfied, Toma re-entered his panting mate and timed his thrusts with Bardock's cervix as it continued to throb. This time, he didn't stop himself from sliding all the way into his core. The small, spasming muscle clamped down immediately, securing Toma's cock inside as the swelling took place inside while both beings cried together in passion.
After catching their breath and powering down, Toma released the death-grip on Bardock's hips, leaving him to dangle on his cock. "That wasn't so ha-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, OR I BREAK IT!" Bardock shouted as he found purchase on the roof with his feet again.
The taller warrior chuckled and helped pick up his life partner, laid them both down, Bardock on top of him, and continued enjoying the rain pouring on them as their interlocked organs pulsed together in rhythmic bliss.
"Vegeta were right. This Rain is cold as all fuck…" Bardock spoke after a silent pause where only thunder and rain were heard over their heavy breathing.
"Mhmmm. That's why I put you on top of me~"
Toma yelped when Bardock elbowed him.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Goku and Broly hastily ran up the staircase- the elevators were too crowded for the burly fighter to cram inside with all the people returning to their rooms. Goku knew the stairs would take longer and using their ki to zip through faster would be too risky, given the few stragglers that were still hanging out in the hallways (they would not appreciate being run over by two unstoppable objects).
Broly would startle and freeze every time lightning struck and thunder made the walls of the yacht vibrate.
"What are those lights and sounds?" The gentle giant asked his mate.
Goku stopped and turned to swipe his tail under Broly's nose to calm the anxiety he was reeking of. "Broly, ya can make lightnin' far more powerful than these small things. It's just electricity fallin' from the clouds." The older warrior was surprised he knew that information. He blamed the bond he had with Vegeta.
"Clouds… The white things in the sky?"
"Yeah! Only they get dark when they're full of water. Let's go, Big Guy, we're almost at the room." The Earth Saiyan gave an encouraging kiss to his scared life partner.
Broly followed, flinching whenever thunder was heard. By the time they entered the suite, his tail was puffed up and slightly shaking.
Goku noticed the skittish warrior's furry appendage and brushed down the feathery, black fur. "How about some t' eat?"
Broly shook his head as they both took off their construction worker costumes.
"Drink?"
The taller alien ignored the question and hugged Goku against his chest. The loud sound banging all over them had him on edge, and food was the furthest thing from his mind at that moment.
The locker let himself be embraced by a pair of strong, well-toned arms. "Okay, Big Guy, I'm here for ya. Let's go t' the nest." Thankfully, Goku knew how to deal with someone who had a fear of lightning thanks to him raising Gohan when he was a small cub, who was pretty much scared of everything.
They sat down on the soft pelts, and Goku pulled his mate towards his lap. Placing Broly's head on his crossed legs, the older warrior began petting the other's hair. Both aliens were facing the large window, and Broly could see the rain pouring down all around them and lightning illuminating the dark skies every so often.
"Why do we hear sound after the light?" Broly observed.
"Dunno." The bond with Vegeta hadn't given Goku precise information about storms and the physics that applied to them. Just basic data had been exchanged.
"Why can't the water fall all at once and get it over with?" The naive legendary warrior asked.
"I dunno, Broly. I ain't very good with those sciency questions. "Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "We can ask Gohan though! He's smarter than I am with that kinda thing."
The shaggy haired Saiyan pressed on. "How does water even get up there?"
Frustrated that he didn't have any answers for his mate, Goku turned Broly's face towards him and kissed him. When they parted, the Vampa-raised Saiyan had a dreamy look. They stared at each other's eyes for a while, Broly caressing his partner's face.
"Will all the water disappear from the oceans?"
Goku made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, "I dunno! It ain't never happened so far. I think the rain refills the oceans… We can worry about that tomorrow. Alright, Broly?"
The larger fighter nodded and kept quiet; Goku felt his scent change. He started petting Broly's mop top again.
"Sorry for snappin' at ya. I just dunno the 'why' about the weather, just when it happens and what t' expect. Especially with farmin'. Ya see, I never went t' school." Goku explained.
"What's school?"
"It's a place where ya go t' learn. They got people there that know all about these things; they're called teachers. Our son is a teacher."
Broly turned his face to look at his mate, "Gohan or Goten?"
"Gohan, of course," Goku replied, chuckling. "Goten is still a student that learns from teachers."
A frown knitted Broly's eyebrows together. "Why didn't you go to school?"
The spiky-haired Saiyan shrugged. "I dunno. Grandpa never took me t' one. He taught me a lotta things though. Sadly, he didna live long enough t' teach me everythin'. Then I met Bulma and Master Roshi and learned more from them, but some things were too hard for me t' understand. I can understand fightin' techniques, how t' move yer body in ways that mess up yer opponent, how t' predict moves, and come up with counters on the spot. I know how to gather energy and manipulate it. I also know a lot about survival skills! Those are the fun ones."
Broly listened to his mate intently as he explained how to track prey, avoid hunting pregnant prey or youngling, poisonous mushrooms that should be avoided, how to mix herbs to make healing pastes and teas, how to build a shelter, how to fish…
Broly couldn't help but compare his life to his mate's; he, too, had had to learn to survive. Granted, his experiences were different, but they both adapted to living in foreign lands, regardless.
"It wasn't easy," Goku continued, "But at least I had water. I can't even begin t' imagine how it musta been like for ya. Did Paragus ever-"
This time, it was Broly who silenced his mate with a kiss, having learned quickly that it was a very practical distraction tactic.
"Okay, not talkin' about him. I get it." Goku relented after the strategically placed kiss.
Instead of resuming their conversation, Broly pressed their lips together again, deepening their kiss. It wasn't sexual, however, just a deep connection of the two complimenting spirits. Broly pushed Goku down on the mattress and tentatively touched his muscles, slowly trailing his large hand up and down the smaller Saiyan's torso, memorizing every dip and curve.
Goku reciprocated the caresses, his palms traveling up Broly's pecs, around his shoulders, and grabbing onto his bushy hair.
When they parted, words suddenly spilled out of Goku's mouth.
"I love ya, Big Guy."
Instantly, the Earth's savior became very embarrassed about blurting out such a blunt phrase, but Broly was soaring. He began to instinctively rub his chin against Goku's face and over his body, purring and waving his tail happily in the air.
"Whaddaya doin'?"
"I don't know, I just need to…"
Broly focused his attention back on Kakarot and kept scenting him, rubbing his identity on his mate's body instinctively, marking him as his own, making a promise that Goku was under his protection, making it obvious to everyone who smelled him that Goku was off limits.
At the same time, Goku was wondering if Broly knew what he was doing. The Earth hero remembered this particular lesson Vegeta talked about: Rubbing one's scent on their partner meant they were covering them in love, protecting them, possessing them. It meant Goku belonged to Broly as much as Broly belonged to Goku, and no other living soul would dare come between them.
After running his face, hair, and tail all over Goku's body, Broly curled up next to him, pulling the smaller Saiyan into his ample embrace.
"I love you too."
Goku beamed at his mate's words, and they soon fell asleep in each others' arms until the next morning; the rain was left forgotten as a background noise as both Saiyans drifted deeper into the realm of sleepfulness with smiles on their faces.
When they woke up, Goku untangled himself from Broly, sat up, and stretched. He felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist, Broly already having woken up a while ago.
"Were ya awake, Big Guy?"
Broly nodded as his mate turned around to face him. "The rain stopped."
"Yeah! It dun last that long usually. Just a few hours." Goku elaborated, "And we're still here, everyone is safe and sound…" He left out the part where Bardock and Toma had woken him up when Goku felt his side parent transform. Luckily, Broly had slept through it, and the shorter Saiyan pondered how did the pack manage to sleep through others' sex sessions but woke up at the slightest sound of someone tiptoeing out of the cave.
"Just like I said we would." Goku finalized his thoughts.
"Thank you for calming me down, you're the best mate I've ever had."
Hiding his blush, Goku chuckled drowsily, "I'm yer only mate, silly."
Broly was about to tell his mate that he was still the best thing to ever happen in his life when his stomach beat him to it. Before he could utter these words, the Saiyan's bottomless pit gave an almighty
ROAR.
"Brolyyyy! Why didna ya wake me up if ya were this hungry?!"
"I didn't want to wake you. You looked so beautiful while you slept." Broly spoke in such a genuine voice it made the spiky haired Z-Fighter blush from head to toe.
"Well," Goku cleared his throat, "Let's go down t' breakfast. I'm curious t' know what the others did last night."
As the two strong warriors got dressed and headed to meet up with the others for a much needed meal, Goku stopped at the door and turned to face his mate, remembering an important topic that needed to be discussed with the gentle giant, his life partner, before Goku could take the next step on said subject.
"By the way, Broly, I need t' ask ya about somethin' serious. It's somethin' Raditz told me a while back…"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Back on the main deck, a group of very sleepy warriors- humans, androids, and aliens alike-, and their companions were seated along a large table, looking miserable and trying to get some food in their system.
"I can't believe ya humans enjoy watching those types of picture frames." Raditz played with his food, head leaning on his arm, hangover at its peak. Bulma's miracle pills had run out, and now, the group was left to deal with the consequences of drinking too much (the way nature intended.)
"Oh, they weren't that bad. I had to try to not fall asleep," Bulma drank from a coffee mug, extra light, extra caffeine, extra strength. All she had left now was common painkillers and her black elixir of life. She briefly prayed to the gods to take away the pain in exchange for her never drinking again- she was certain as soon as the medicine took effect she would think about spiked beverages at the next party.
Gohan winced at how the usually sparkling scientist was now all gloom and doom. "You're telling me that that creature thing didn't scare you one bit?!"
"Gohaaan… Inside voice, please. And no, once you know all the tricks they use and special effects, the movies lose their charm. Besides, we've dealt with scarier stuff, right, boys?" The C.E.O. asked.
A few nods and groans were given. Vegeta chose to not participate in the conversation, mainly because he knew his wife knew how much horror movies affected him, especially the ones with long, slimy, wriggly creatures. He could still remember his nightmare vividly during the few hours of sleep he got that morning.
"Pass me the salt." A half dead voice coming from a half dead commander was barely heard over the noise surrounding the group of friends.
"You look like crap, Bardock." Tien passed the small salt shaker to the older Saiyan.
Bardock simply gave Tien the middle finger. "Toma and I were up all night fucking on the roof."
"Yes. We could HEAR you bastards." Vegeta finally spoke.
"Really?" Eighteen squinted at the Prince, not believing that for one second. "With the T.V. volume so loud?"
Vegeta ignored the android in favor of stuffing his mouth with more of his Mediterranean shrimp cocktail.
"Shame the Rain didn't last longer." Toma commented as he picked up the bug-looking animal from his cocktail glass and plopped it in his mouth.
"Yeah, what's up with that shit?!" His bandana clad partner asked.
"There are places on this planet where it hardly ever does NOT rain." The Prince informed his former mentor.
"We should go there," Bardock grabbed his head as sharp pain shot through it. He, too, made a promise to Lune to never drink again, a promise that would always be broken after recovery.
"That'll be a trip for another time, fellas. Speaking of! Today, we return to land at three on the dot. So, it's packing time after breakfast." Bulma announced to her friends and family.
Krillin huffed in good humor, "Figures the cruise would end on my birthday."
"That's right!" Yamcha snapped his fingers, "It's your birthday today!"
"Oh, noooo! I forgot to reactivate all my reminders!" Bulma looked at her phone and checked it, confirming it was Krillin's birthday. Her brain immediately went into planning mode; gears turned, making lists of all the things she would need to give their short pal a small birthday bash. Just like that, her prayer to the gods to never drink again became a distant memory as the scientist already was thinking about the cocktails she would share later that night in celebration of Krillin's forty sixth birthday.
"What's a birthday?" Raditz suddenly asked.
"Humans celebrate the cycle they were born every orbit." Vegeta explained to his breeding mate.
"Psh!" Bardock scoffed.
Videl looked at the Saiyans with a shocked expression. "You mean to tell me you guys don't celebrate birthdays?!"
"Inside voice!"
Bulma snapped.
"We don't, but we do have other celebrations regarding age. Right, 'Ditz?" Toma nudged his second born.
Said long-haired Saiyan gulped down his bite quickly to reply. "Oh, yeah! Our first age, second age, and third age."
"Yer forgetting one, Brat." His carrier kindly reminded him.
"Well, there's the fourth age, but nobody ain't ever reached that one." Raditz shrugged.
"Surprised you could count up to four." Vegeta teased his life partner.
Raditz stuck his tongue out, "Fuck you, Prince Tsundere." Vegeta did not appreciate that and let the other know by pinching a bit of fur on his tail and yanking on it. Raditz slammed his fist on the table, one newton away from breaking it, and bit on his bottom lip.
"What do you mean by ages?" Lemo asked the pained warrior.
After drinking some fruity, creamy beverage, Raditz forced down the aching in his tail and responded, "First age is when we get our first ki spike, still children. Second age is when we get an erection for the first time, and we become adults. Third age is when we get a second ki spike. And fourth age… Um…" He looked at his parents for an answer to that stage.
"It were said that our Oozaru form merges with our base form. Ain't nobody's reached the fourth age that we know of personally. Only rumors have been passed down through generations." Bardock finished for his cub.
"And here I thought you were in your hundredth age." Yamcha laughed at his own joke. His laughter was cut off as Bardock fired a small ki ball at him, strong enough to singe his hair ends and leave his skin charred.
"So you have milestones, but how old are you when you reach each age?" Tien asked, passing the ex-thief a handkerchief so he could clean himself.
Bardock's circle looked confused.
Vegeta explained for the humans, "We do not measure our age with years. We measure it by Rain Seasons. It involves complicated math, and I am not in the mood to use my brain at the moment. Just know each Saiyan is treated as an individual, and everyone reaches their milestones when their body is ready."
The monk scrunched his face, "But then… Would that mean…?"
"Relax, Krillin." Bulma interjected, "Vegeta explained it to me. The average age when a Saiyan becomes an adult is in their twenties."
A few gave a collective sigh of relief.
"Kakarot is here." The Prince suddenly mentioned right before the cheery warrior and his legendary mate appeared.
"Hey, guys!" Goku took a seat with Broly near his alien family, and the Saiyans started coughing and hacking as soon as they sniffed the air.
"For fuck's sake, Brat!" Bardock rubbed his nose.
"Wh-wha?" The Earth-raised Saiyan looked at his pack members, who were either sniffling or shuffling in their seats uncomfortably.
"Ya didn't have to rub it in our faces, ya know?" Raditz scolded the two youngest pack members.
"What's going on?" Eighteen, curious as she was, asked anyone willing to answer.
"I'm confused too!" Gohan looked at his grandparents.
"Kakarot and Broly have scented themselves." Toma told the others. "They reek of each other worse than Tien and Yamcha did last moontime. It's… A bit offensive."
"Somebody was also having sex besides you two. So what?" The android squinted at the old couple.
"They do not smell of sex." The Prince snapped. "This is strictly a scenting thing Saiyans do when they mark their mates as their territory. It means nobody else is allowed to claim them until the scent wears off."
"So why hasn't Raditz done it to you?" The triclops asked.
Raditz's face shot up, and he stared at the three-eyed human with a look of horror.
Vegeta laughed sarcastically, "He knows better than to dare scent his prince."
"What about you two? I'm sure you guys must've done it." Lemo asked Bardock and Toma to redirect the group's attention off Raditz, who was still looking rather pale.
"I've scented Toma a few times." Bardock smirked cruelly at his life partner.
Toma groaned, "That was so embarrassing. Everyone made fun of me during that cycle."
"Gine loved it when I scented him."
"That's because HE likes that sort of public display of affection!" The tanned Latcher shot Bardock an accusing glare.
"Wait a minute. I thought you liked smelling of each other. What?" Yamcha asked.
"There is a difference between smelling of each other's sex, and smelling like each other's… Love… And protection." Vegeta made a face of disgust.
"Oooh. Remind me t' scent ya one of these days, 'Geeta." Goku winked at his bonded mate.
"YOU DO NOT DARE!"
"Are we talking about scenting now?" Turles' voice was heard as he reached the table with his lover. He remembered how Broko loved being scented by him but had to wash every time before Paragus would return from missions. His eyes suddenly drifted to Broly, and they met with the giant Saiyan's kind ones before Turles looked away.
"Morning, everyone…" Cheelai greeted, tired as Hell; she envied how peppy Turles was. After spending the entire night together either having sex or enjoying the rain- at the pirate's insistence-, the green female was astounded she hadn't caught a cold and had the energy to get up and go down to the main deck for breakfast.
They found an empty seat, separately, and began filling their plates with pitas, frittatas, quiches, and other Mediterranean delicacies.
"Perfect timing! I was waiting for you two to tell you guys about today's schedule. Make sure you're packed before lunch because we'll be docking immediately after. Turles, Goku, and the gals are coming with me to the spa. The rest of the pack will go to Vampa, and everyone else will be taken back to Capsule Corp. where your rides home are waiting for you." Bulma disclosed. "And we'll meet again at night for Krillin's party."
"Making a big deal out of it isn't necessary, Bulma." The police officer chuckled nervously. Bulma wasn't having it, however.
As the humans argued, Turles leaned over to whisper in Kakarot's ear, ignoring the strong, warning scent covering his entire body and Broly's glare. "Looks like it'll be you and me, Kakarot. Expect us to become… Closer." The renegade finished with a wink.
Toma sniffed the air and realized his mate was one click away from losing his shit. "Easy, Love."
Ever vigilant, Roshi finally spoke up and asked more questions about Saiyan ages to avoid Bardock and Turles catfighting again.
As the plates were emptied and refilled more times than was socially acceptable, the earthlings and others learned more about Saiyan culture and the planet they lived on long ago. They learned there were other species of Saiyans; their jungle and snowy mountains counterparts. They learned how a Saiyan made his journey into adulthood. They also learned about a few traditional dishes- it became apparent Goku's source was due for a cookout for all of them as soon as he was revived, having such a remarkable reputation in the kitchen.
By the time the pack was full, and the humans couldn't take in much more information, it was time for everyone to return to their cabins and start packing; they would all disembark soon.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The loud sound of the yacht's horn reverberated throughout the air. The group of tailed warriors on the main deck were startled beyond belief, and their hands shot up to protect their ears; it wouldn't be the first or the last time they'd hear this blaring noise.
They were all ready to return to dry land. Bardock, Turles, and Raditz had made a point to finish all the liquor in their minibar- only a few bottles were left-, and they had also ordered the last batch of all-toppings pizzas to be taken to their room before the clock marked three.
A consecutive blast was heard, and the auditorily sensitive Saiyans covered their ears again, cursing such a horrible, piercing sound. The large ship turned to port and threw the anchor, slowing down as it reached the dock.
"Why in the nine layers would humans create such a noisy thing?!" Bardock exclaimed, rubbing his ear canal with a finger.
"It's a signal." Turles provided. "Ships do that when space is limited, they turn, or stop. Could be a location signal as well. Or danger." The pirate shrugged.
"And you suddenly know all this about Earth ships?" Vegeta crossed his arms and gave the renegade a piercing look.
"Don't be silly. I only know from my flying experience in different locations and situations." The bronzed warrior snarked. "Sounds and lights are universal ways to alert others and avoid unnecessary collisions, mostly."
"Well, they don't call you the Space Pirate for nothing," Raditz nudged the navigation expert with his hip.
Turles looked at the long-haired Saiyan with heated eyes, "That's not the only thing I've been called~"
Bardock growled at his clone and was about to open his mouth when Toma ushered him along as the line of people began forming. "Better save our spot, Love."
"Wha- Toma!" The Commander was moved towards the group of people and away from the source of the majority of his outbursts.
"I'm just glad the cruise is over." Goku cheerfully said, wrapping his arm around Broly's when he felt his mate begin to get tense.
"Agreed." Vegeta huffed. "I had my fair share of nonsense on this vessel."
"Oh, come on, 'Geeta." Raditz slung an arm around his life partner.
"Do not call me that."
"Ya can't deny enjoying at least some parts." The older Latcher argued.
"Arm off, or you lose it." The Prince snapped at his childhood sweetheart. Raditz wisely took a step back- Vegeta never did like to act chummy in public.
"You can wrap those strong arms anywhere around me, Babe." Turles winked at the long-haired Saiyan.
Vegeta glared at the pirate and grabbed Raditz's arm, placing it around his own shoulders again.
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Bulma stood at the gangway to see her friends and guests off; the captain of the cruise ship was also there at the other side, greeting the VIP passengers and wishing everyone a safe journey.
As luck would have it, Beerus and Whis were among the first passengers to leave the yacht (and planet as well.)
"I'm really happy you two could join us." Bulma sucked up to the god and angel.
"The pleasure was all ours." Whis replied. "I hope my little contribution helped you in your secret endeavor." The blue skinned deity stopped his train of thought when Bulma placed a finger on her lips.
"Oh, absolutely."
Whis mimicked a zipper movement with two fingers above his mouth.
"Longest boat ride I've had in a long time. I was about to get testy." The grumpy cat-god sulked.
"Eheh… Good thing we've arrived then." Bulma sweatdropped.
"And just in time too. Lord Zeno called us last night. Something is about to go down, as you humans put it. I'm rather excited." The angel giggled in his dulcet tone. "Ready for the show, Lord Beerus?"
"Let's." The God of Destruction stood next to his angel and waited for Whis to activate his staff.
"Have a safe-" Bulma blinked as she stared at the place where the two supernatural beings had been a mere second ago before disappearing into thin air, "…Trip."
"Thanks, Bulma!"
The scientist turned to see Yamcha and Tien with their traditional suitcases, ready to disembark. She smiled and shook her head at her ex-boyfriend and the stoic martial artist. "You guys have safe travels as well." She was about to remind them about the birthday bash later that night when a force to be reckoned with shot past her and slammed into the scarred human.
"YAMCHA! I MISSED YOU!" Puar had tears in his eyes as he face-hugged his lifelong friend.
"PuarIcan'tbreathe!"
Yamcha pulled the shapeshifter off and took a big gulp of air. "Hey, Buddy! You enjoyed yourself while I was away?" The tearful expression on the cat-creature's face told the former bandit that his gender fluid friend had not enjoyed being alone.
"I'm home now, Puar."
The blue being wiped their eyes and smiled.
"Welcome back, Tien." Chiaotzu greeted the triclops by taking a bow, one Tien reciprocated.
"It's good to be back. Coming, Yamcha?" The tall, bald Z-Fighter called out to his distracted friend.
"Yeah, Man. I'm ready to stretch my legs at last." The wolf warrior emphasized by extending his arms.
"What are you talking about, Yams? You did a whole bunch of stretching during the cruise." Bulma winked at the man in question.
Puar tilted his head and arched a small eyebrow at the blue-eyed woman."You mean you were training? On a cruise?"
Yamcha turned a subtle shade of red, "I guess you can say that…" He quickly walked down the ramp to avoid any more interrogations by the shapeshifter. He wasn't looking forward to telling Puar everything that had happened out at sea.
"I don't understand. Did he hook up with someone?" Puar felt jealousy rise inside her, recognizing Yamcha's attempt at escape.
Bulma cursed inwardly, forgetting how possessive Puar was of her best friend. "Uh, I don't-"
"Puar, can you help me with this bag?" Tien handed a small carry-on to the cat creature, hoping that was enough to distract her and delay the inevitable for a little longer.
"Take care, guys!" Bulma waved at the Z-Fighters, plus the jealous feline. "Oh, Chiaotzu, Krillin's birthday is today, my place. So, please remind everyone to stop by for the party tonight."
"Will do, Bulma!" The small emperor bowed at the multibillionaire. "Thank you for having us over."
The scientist waved at Chiaotzu as he floated after the others. "I wish those ruffians had manners like him."
"I assume by ruffians you mean us."
Bulma felt a shiver go down her spine as a sultry voice was suddenly heard right next to her ear. The genius tried not to scream and slowly pivoted on her heels to see her first husband glaring at her.
"Well," Bulma cleared her throat, "Toma is polite."
The tanned Latcher hid a chuckle behind a cough and bid Bulma farewell. "We'll see you later at moontime, I presume?"
"You're absolutely welcome to join!" The blue-haired female extended the invitation. "If you're not too tired of putting up with the likes of us."
"Of course not-"
"Just make sure there's food and booze." Bardock shoved his way between them and snapped his fingers for the others to follow; Toma, naturally, obeyed.
Bulma squinted at her MIL's back, "Ooo, I wish I could give him a piece of my mind right now."
"It's not worth it, Blue." Eighteen placed a supportive hand on Bulma's shoulder.
The C.E.O. turned to Vegeta. "Will you handle all the teleporting, Prince Tsundere?"
"Hmph! Only to Vampa. Raditz and I shall be busy today; we might join later, but Kakarot will need to I.T. the pack back here if they wish to arrive on time."
Bulma quirked a thin eyebrow at the royal, "Something you want to tell me?"
"No." That said, Vegeta nodded for Raditz to come along and headed to dry land.
Raditz leaned down to whisper in Bulma's ear, "Something about a time room-"
"RADITZ!"
The long-haired warrior's tail fluffed out, and he made haste to catch up with his mate, not wanting to anger the hot-tempered Prince more.
"Those two should be on a show." Goku laughed softly.
"No kidding. I'll meet you and Turles as soon as everyone is off the cruise." Bulma then faced the tallest pack member and cupped the giant's cheeks. "Broly, you're a sweetheart. I still feel bad about saying those awful things, but you keep on shining no matter what."
Broly smiled at the petite human, having to bend down for her to reach his face. "Thank you. Please take care of my mate."
Goku felt his heart skip a beat and grabbed Broly's hand, "C'mon, Big Guy. I bet ya can't wait to be on steady ground again."
As the two left, Turles gave the females a wink, "I'll see you girls later~"
"As soon as my husband is done packing our things, Mocha." The android waved at the pirate as he, too, disembarked.
It felt weird to be on unmoving land again, Turles had to admit that even space travel wasn't as bumpy as traveling on water. The others were also feeling odd as if their bodies were still moving, even though they were standing still.
Goku inhaled and let out a long breath, "So good t' be back on the ground!"
"Indeed." The Prince agreed with his future mate.
The Earth-raised Saiyan felt Vegeta's unease through their bond and turned to the smaller fighter. "Hey, it's just a day at the spa. Bulma's gonna be there!"
"I shall see you tonight at Capsule Corp. for the midget's party." Was the royal's reply.
Goku let out a throaty laugh at Vegeta's choice words for his short childhood friend and the utter hypocrisy. Suddenly, he felt a small energy force running towards them at top speed.
"Daddy! Papa!"
"Goten!" Goku kneeled down to receive his second born with open arms only to have the cub leap on his head and use it to jump on the larger Saiyan who was standing next to Goku. The Earth savior had never felt like a mere prop before.
Broly caught the small demi in his hands and watched as Goten expertly climbed on his shoulders. The young half-blood nuzzled his side parent's soft, bushy hair, catching a faint scent of one of his favorite foods: pizza.
"Did you bring me any?!" He asked his confused parents.
Another young voice interrupted the group, "Hi, Pops. Hey, Rad-Dad." Trunks was much more polite in his approach to the older Saiyans.
Raditz tilted his head at the word he'd never heard before, "Rad-Dad?"
"Well, you're married to my mom and pops now, right? And you're the tallest out of them." The purple-haired hybrid explained.
"Watch your tongue, Boy!" Vegeta snapped at his first born. It caused the three oldest members of the pack, Bardock, Turles, and Toma, to snicker, much to the royal's disapproval.
"You were gone forever!" Goten pouted when he couldn't spot a pizza in sight.
Goku chuckled at the young teen's exaggeration. "It was only a few days, Son. What have ya two been up to while we were gone?"
Before Trunks or Goten could answer, a shrill voice cut through the air, startling the group.
"Goten! Ya get off that- Monster right this instant!"
Vegeta growled at his bonded mate's ex-wife (and possibly next murder victim.)
Frowning, Goku steeled himself for the undesired fight that was sure to come. "Chichi, Broly ain't a monster. And as Goten's second father, he has every right-"
"SECOND FATHER?!" Chichi screamed.
"Hiiiii… Mom," Gohan broke the typical one-sided shouting match between his mother and father, looking around for his daughter, "How about you help me and Videl get settled in our car, and we can tell you all about the trip?"
The older woman harrumphed at the word 'trip'. "Ya mean that cruise of debauchery is more like it!" Chichi tried to make a grab for Goten but couldn't reach him. "GOTEN!"
"Can't I stay up here a while longer, Mom? Papa is so tall! I can see everything-"
"Don't ya dare call him that! He's a danger to us all! An anomaly!" The angry female exclaimed.
To the side of the confrontational woman and the two youngest pack members, Turles elbowed Raditz and spoke in a low voice, "Seems like we are in for a show."
The taller Saiyan elbowed him back, "We should place bets." He said jokingly.
Perhaps it was the happiness of being on land once more- a feeling the space traveling aliens would always feel when returning planet side-, or the gross amount of alcohol he had imbibed recently, but the idea of placing bets caught the semi-drunk Commander's attention. "Enough talk. Let's do it."
Turles turned his blurry vision to his look alike, "You're serious. Ten favors the blonde hits her first."
"Oh, I place ten on Bulma." Raditz met the offer.
"I place ten on me. I'mma pop that bitch right now!" Bardock said as he rolled up his sleeves. Toma sighed and grabbed his life partner by the tail to stop him from committing manslaughter.
Before the bandana clad warrior could bite Toma's hand off, there was an abrupt slap, and Chichi took a few steps back, holding her cheek.
"That's for insulting the kindest, most innocent person I've met in my life!" Cheelai growled at the surprised mother. "And there's a lot more where that came from! Don't make me go attack mode on your sagging ass!"
"Oh. Oh myyy~" Turles watched as his lover put Kakarot's former mate in her place. A jolt of arousal spiked through his mind as his pants became tighter.
"Does this mean we all lost our bets?" Raditz asked.
Chichi couldn't believe the odd-looking girl struck her, but soon, she found her temper again. "You little scamp! You dare hit your seniors?!"
"That so hard to believe, Granny? I'll send you home in a box!" Cheelai threatened with a vicious edge in her voice.
"And that's how she made it into the Frieza Force." Lemo informed whoever was listening.
Chichi got into a fighting position, ready to let out her anger on the female challenging her.
Roshi's sunglasses gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, and the old Turtle Master hummed. "Mmm, dinner and a show."
"Somebody should throw water at them." Oolong proposed and gave a perverted laugh.
"Mom, please!" Gohan tried to plead with his feisty mother to no avail.
"This ain't necessary-" Goku knew it was a lost cause when Chichi set her mind to something, but he had to try.
"Is it too late to exchange another wager?" Turles asked the other two partially inebriated Saiyans.
"I'm game! Fifty Favors on Cheelai!" Bardock said with a bit too much glee.
"Fifty on Cheelai too," the pirate gambled. "That leaves you two to bet on the loud one."
Toma and Raditz groaned.
With a battle cry, the two females took on one another, both having a high skill level of training, albeit different fighting techniques.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Many of the passengers and their awaiting family members had gathered around to witness the rather intense fight between the two females. It was quite the spectacle to see an expert martial artist go against an equally knowledgeable alien soldier while a spiky-haired meddler was trying to break up the fight to no avail.
At the far end of the mass, however, a certain fashion designer was done watching the unexpected show and decided it was time for the rivals to stop and have everyone disperse to clear the wharf so other passengers could disembark and meet with their expecting relatives.
"I think we've seen enough, Sugar Cube. Go fetch Bulma so she can put an end to this." Jean told his cameraman and boyfriend.
"Agreed. It would be a shame if tings got too violent," Armando took off up the crowded gangway to get a hold of their wealthy client.
Back at the front line, a watchful pair of eyes gazed upon the two women warriors. They watched as Chichi dodged a block and caught Cheelai's cheek, and they watched as the green female countered with an elbow to the older woman's mouth, and a tooth went flying through the air.
The eyes flashed with gold for a split second, and Broly put a hand to his forehead, as if he were experiencing a headache. His ki fought to be released, to protect his friend, to stop the mean human from causing his mate more distress, to end this unnecessary violence.
Broly's tail curled around his waist and tightened every time Cheelai received a punch or a kick. A whine escaped him as he felt his control slipping.
"Broly?" Goku noticed the familiar acerbic smell coming from his mate that indicated high levels of stress.
Seeing his father worry over his new taller dad, Goten felt compelled to help calm Broly. He acted on instinct and let his body warm up while placing his smaller head over the giant's messy hair. A tiny hand reached for the Legendary's face and began tracing the ridges of the scar on Broly's cheek.
The large Saiyan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he felt the hand of his mate's second born lightly tracing the injury Paragus had left on his face a long time ago. He focused on their cub's scent and found himself relaxing minutely, enough to get his power back under control.
"VEGETA! STOP THEM!" Goku shouted to the Prince, not wanting to leave Broly's side in case worse came to worse and he needed to teleport him away.
"You jest, Kakarot. This is quite the entertainment!" The unhelpful royal yelled back, knowing very well that things were still in the safe zone. Broly would never learn to restrain his ki if he was coddled and not allowed to practice. Besides, Vegeta was enjoying watching someone do what he had wanted to do for ages; he envied Cheelai quite a bit at the moment.
The Earth defender growled in frustration as he saw Vegeta cross his arms and smile when Chichi received a roundhouse kick to her shoulder, causing her to fall to the wooden planks.
"GOHAN!" He shouted to get his son's attention before his ex-wife could get back up, "GRAB YER CARRIER!"
"My wha-?" Gohan looked at his father and then realized what he meant. "You really want me to interrupt Mom when she's fighting?!"
Goku mentally cursed his son's lack of spine when it came to his mother. "Turles! Can ya get Cheelai? I'll get Chichi!" He tried bargaining with the pirate only to receive an incredulous look from the clone.
Tien suddenly zipped past the worried Saiyan with Krillin hot on his trail, and they both separated the two fighters at long last. Goku let out a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods…"
"I'M NOT DONE WITH HER!!!" Cheelai cried out, licking her busted lip.
"KRILLIN, YOU LET ME GO, OR IT'S YOUR ASS NEXT!" Now sporting a black eye and a missing tooth, Chichi tried to break away from the monk's firm hold.
"Sorry, Chichi, but you two have caused enough of a spectacle." Krillin said calmly. "It's my job as a peace officer to put a stop to this."
"FUCK! We lost this bet as well." Bardock complained in a slurred tone.
"You have to admit though, the human runt does have a backbone when he's on the job." Turles commented.
"You better believe he got one of those." A blond bombshell spoke from behind the older Saiyans.
Having seen the fight from the ramp, Eighteen had followed Bulma towards the chaos in case she needed verbal backup as soon as the C.E.O. heard about the fight. "Well, I'll be damned!" The android whistled when she saw the state Chichi was in, "Little Green Bean knows her stuff!"
"What the Hell is going on here?!" The blue-eyed scientist screamed.
"Mom was sparring with the green girl!" Goten cheerfully answered for Bulma. He seldom got to see his mother fight, but when it did happen, it was quite the exhibition of the older woman's strength and skill.
"And she got her ass kicked!" Trunks added, much to the older prince's glee.
"Toma, take the kids away from here, please." Bulma asked the tanned alien, knowing he would be more than happy to take the children with him.
"Say no more." Toma joyfully helped Goten off Broly and settled him on his own shoulders with a big smile on his face. He offered Trunks his hand afterwards, "I heard they have a lot of desserts leftover."
Trunks crossed his arms and arched a purple eyebrow.
"Is there pizza too?!" Goku's tiny look alike asked with huge, sparkling eyes.
"Of course!" Toma nudged Trunks to follow him with his tail. "We can ask for pizza too."
"Pshhh." Trunks let the tail on his back push him gently before removing it and walking in front of the others up the ramp. Secretly, he was squealing at having touched a tail- his father never let him-, and the sound of pizza plus sugar was the best thing he had heard all day.
"Yer having pizza without me, Toma?" Bardock gave his mate a look of betrayal.
The older Latcher rolled his eyes and grinned at his commander, "You can come too if you want some sweets and pizza, Love."
"Yeah! Come with us, Gramps!" Goten excitedly waved for Bardock to follow.
In his buzzed haze, Bardock forgot himself and smiled at his third circle cub, finding the scene of his mate carrying a child on his shoulders again heartwarming. Together, the quartet headed up the ramp, leaving the pack provider and the feisty human to settle the dispute.
"Chichi, for years I've tolerated you appropriating my best friend, and for years I've put up with your old-fashioned views. I've even kept from interfering with the terrible way you have raised your kids." Bulma glared at the younger mother.
Gohan slowly pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat, "I'm right here, you know. I can hear you."
The blue-eyed genius clicked her tongue, "I didn't mean you turned out wrong. Your upbringing was awful though. Anyways, I can tolerate all that out of respect for my best friend, but I will not tolerate you attacking my friends IN MY PROPERTY! And in front of the children no less?! In front of everybody?!"
Chichi finally managed to throw Krillin off her and confronted the other woman. "Ya think yer the only one who's had to put up with skewed views?! Ya think having two bed partners is a good example for yer children?!"
"Those bed partners are my HUSBANDS. Legal, written on paper, in big print!"
"I will have ya know that a piece of paper does not overrule the traditional meaning of marria-HUUUURGK!"
A tall, green, annoyed-looking Piccolo had come behind Chichi, pushing Krillin out of the way, and had snatched her up in one arm. "Enough of this nonsense. I'll take her home."
A train of jumbled words, insults mostly, blurted out of the raven-haired female as the Namekian carried her like a duffle bag. Kicking and screaming, Chichi wasn't able to get out of the hold this time; Piccolo was much stronger than Krillin.
"Thanks, Buddy." Goku sighed. He could feel Broly start to untense at last.
"Don't mention it.
Ever."
Piccolo warned in his deep, sultry voice. Next, the green being took off with the fiery housewife in his arm.
"Well, that's the end of that," Turles shrugged, "But not bad if I do say so." He approached Tien and Cheelai as the triclops let her go. "Ready to have some fun at the spa?"
Pink eyes looked fiercely at the renegade Saiyan. "You kidding?! After that warmup, I'm ready to have some more fun!"
"Right answer~"
"Alright, guys, give me a bit to get my hover car and we can be on our way. Go get Toma and Bardock." Bulma felt a tension headache set in. She hurried to her vehicle to pop some painkillers and stop the aching from ruining the rest of the day.
After retrieving the two grandparents and young cubs and trying to pry Toma away from Goten and Trunks, everyone said their goodbyes. Goku took longer bidding Broly farewell than the others, reassuring the tall and gentle being that they'd be back together in no time. Vegeta then instructed the pack- minus Goku and Turles-, to touch his arms or back.
Goku waved to his circle one last time before his bonded mate reached out to the ball of ki he had left in the cave, and the five Saiyans flashed out of existence, leaving the small group of spa customers on the dock.
"Now, Kakarot, I hope you're ready for all the fun we're going to have. It's been a while since our last session, and I do want to feel you again." Turles purred into Goku's ear and slithered an arm around the lighter Saiyan's waist.
"So much for having fun with me." Cheelai huffed.
Turles grabbed her wrist with his tail and pulled her closer. "Babe, you know I can take care of two lovers at the same time." The Synthetic Saiyan winked at Krillin and Eighteen, making the blonde toss her hair defiantly and the policeman blush.
Krillin was dreading the certain orgy that was sure to erupt at the spa, with his wife being one of the instigators. "Well, Sweetie. H-have fun. Don't forget you have a husband and beautiful daughter-"
"Oh, for crying out loud! I'm not going to leave you just because I'm going to some hot springs with a bunch of horny friends."
Goku and Videl sneezed suddenly.
"I love
you."
The android fixed her husband with her ice-blue eyes.
The monk took a deep breath and steeled himself. "I love you too, Eighteen."
At that moment, Bulma returned in her car, parking it close to the harbor. She had her sunglasses on and the window rolled down. "Come on, you guys! It's pampering time!"
The cybernetic human turned to look at Krillin one last time, "Say hi to Marron for me. I'll be back to celebrate your birthday." She petted the monk's short hair and kissed him between his eyes before hurrying to the hovercraft where Turles, Goku, Videl, and Cheelai were boarding.
Krillin saw Turles whisper something in Eighteen's ear before his wife cackled.
"And tonight, we're having a little party of our own! The three of us!" The blonde slung an arm around Turles' shoulders as the car started to float into the sky.
It took a moment for Krillin to realize the implication of his wife's words alongside the lecherous look Turles was giving him. Luckily for Bulma and company, they were already too high up to hear the cop's screams of denial.
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The unmoving air inside the cave was repelled in all directions as six figures suddenly materialized in the middle of the cavern. Vegeta swiped away the hands that were touching him and snuffed out the ki ball he had left as a return beacon. He took out the capsules that contained their belongings from his pocket and slammed them down on one of the food crates Cheelai and Lemo had brought last time they went 'space shopping'.
"Organize all this while we're away."
"Excuse you?!" Bardock turned around and gave Vegeta an incredulous look.
"We? Who's we?" Lemo had his own things to put away, especially the recipes he had been able to exchange with Bulma's mother whenever he could.
The Prince stared at the orange alien and then at Bardock; both of them were wearing expressions that demanded an answer for Vegeta's sudden order.
The flame-hair Saiyan sighed, "Raditz and I are going back to Earth."
"What?" Bardock was taken aback. "WHAT EVER FOR?!"
"It is none of your business, Mouth of a Thousand Dicks!" Vegeta barked at the Commander.
"He mentioned going to a time chamber for this honey thing humans do-"
Vegeta snatched the nearest object and threw it at his blabbermouth of a mate; it happened to be one of Kakarot's boots, one that Raditz was lucky enough to dodge.
"For your information, we are going to practice a human tradition called 'honeymoon'. Newly mated couples take a break from all the SHIT they are required to put up with on a daily basis and finally get to have some downtime away from all you clowns!" The Prince felt compelled to answer the others before more questions were asked, questions that could become dangerously private.
"I thought it was an intimate bonding time with yer new mates." Raditz blurted out innocently.
Vegeta reached for Kakarot's other boot and hurled it at the idiotic motormouth. This time, Raditz wasn't quick enough to elude the oncoming projectile, and it hit him square in his yapper.
"So, it's like a special time you share with your partners. Sort of a sentimental moment?" Lemo asked for clarification.
"That's so sweet of you, Prince Vegeta, to grant my second born the chance to see your soft side." Toma teased.
"You two keep your FUCKING MOUTHS SHUT!" Vegeta screamed at them; he was very tempted to blast them into oblivion, but the hassle of wishing them back to life made him put his hands back down.
"Yer not going to fuck me again are ya?" Raditz grumbled through his hurting lips. Last time Vegeta topped him, he was left hurting for quite a while; the Prince simply didn't know how to hold back.
Vegeta rounded on his breeding mate, "I shall do whatever I want with you! Now let us get moving!"
"If ya get too rough on me, I'm telling Bul- Ow ow ow!"
Grabbing Raditz's ear and pulling him down to his height, Vegeta looked at the others on last time, "We shall return in a few degrees."
"JUST a few degrees? But that don't-"
Before Bardock could finish his sentence, Vegeta blinked out of existence, taking Raditz with him by the ear.
"They're gone now." Broly helpfully informed the older dominant Saiyan.
Bardock breathed deeply through his nose and seethed, "I can see that. Now put away all the shit we brought from the cruise."
"Easy, Love, no need t-" Toma dodged a boot that his life partner launched at him. "You know… You and Vegeta are too much alike."
"What did ya say?!" Bardock glared at his mate, about to reach his boiling point.
"I said I'm going to put the things away." The tanned Latcher grumbled. "You helping me?" He asked Broly and Lemo.
Broly nodded and the old alien cracked his fingers, "The more help, the better- my mother always said."
As he unencapsulated the pack's belongings, Toma looked around and said something that was on everyone's mind. "Is it just me or does this place feel so… Empty?"
As the three made small talk, divided tasks, and tidied up the place, unpacking or putting stuff away, Bardock stretched, satisfied that the work was getting done without him having to lift a finger, and lay on the nest to 'supervise' the job.
He thought about how this leisure time would be over soon once Gine was brought back- there was no way his smaller mate would let him live off the coattails of the pack- and couldn't help but chuckle and welcome any future he'd have with his two mates by his side.
He didn't know, however, that the future was bringing him a bigger storm than anyone had anticipated.
-
"And then what?" Cheelai asked with a bit too much curiosity.
Videl gasped and shouted out her green friend's name, "CHEELAI!"
Goku and his daughter-in-law's embarrassment was reaching higher levels with every passing minute. With every comment coming from one kinky blonde and one horny, mocha-skinned alien, the shy individuals' faces became a darker shade of red.
"What are you all doing to the poor things?" Bulma asked from the driver's seat, sensing that her best friend and Videl were being harassed by the two perverts.
"Oh, just making plans for the spa is all." Eighteen replied innocently.
"Very naughty plans. Isn't that right, Goldie?" Turles winked at his new partner in crime.
"Indeed, Mochaccino." The android swept her pale hair behind her ear.
Eighteen and Turles had shared the back seat while Goku, Videl, and Cheelai sat in the backwards-facing middle seat. At the Saiyans' request, Bulma had stopped by a local shop and purchased a few bags of anpans; Japanese sweet rolls filled with red, green, and white bean paste, and a few typical drinks as a pre-gaming for the hot springs they were going to be enjoying soon.
"Ya guys are terrible!" Goku snapped at the troublemakers.
"Is that so, Kakarot~?"
The way Turles enunciated his name made a shiver crawl up Goku's tail.
"So, what comes after you tie them up and gag them with a towel?" Cheelai asked again, this time, adding a few details that were sure to catch the driver's attention.
Bulma's eyes widened, "Now THIS I need to hear." She activated the autopilot and joined the others in the back, grabbing a sweet roll. "What are you tying them up with, if I may ask?"
"Ki infused ropes would do. It's a tricky process not to burn the rope but manageable." The older Saiyan informed Bulma of their imaginary plan.
"Hm, afraid not." The scientist shook her head.
"Don't tell me you're going to be the wet blanket of the group, Bulma." Eighteen scoffed in disbelief.
"Not at all." Bulma poured herself a drink, "Just saying there's no rope where we're going. You'll probably need to use belts off the robes."
"Yer as bad as Master Roshi, did ya know that, Bulma?" Earth's defender sneered at his old friend.
"And I think those won't be a sturdy enough material to withstand any type of ki." Bulma continued, making the targets of the insidious plan sigh.
"Thank goodness." Videl cleaned off a few beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead. "At least YOU agree that this is a ridiculous-"
"So, I have ki-infused ropes already in the trunk of my car. You can use those." Was the C.E.O.'s conclusion.
"BULMAAAA!" Videl and Goku whined at the nefarious, blue-haired woman.
Turles smirked, "I knew I liked you for a reason."
Bulma winked at the Goku look alike. "We need to go through the itinerary now. They actually have routines at the spa that will give you the best results. First thing is a shower for all of us."
"I'm giving Kakarot a tongue bath." Turles immediately proposed.
Goku's pink color returned to his cheeks, "I'm gonna shower."
"SHOWERS, Turles, not tongue baths. After that we're going to the hot springs…"
As Bulma explained their schedule, the others listened intently, especially Cheelai and Turles since they had no knowledge of this earthly activity. They snacked on the sweet rolls and drinks until there were no more left and spent the rest of the journey making idle chat.
On the other side of the district, two figures suddenly materialized out of thin air in front of an unsuspecting Namekian.
-
"FUCKING-!" Piccolo fell out of his meditating position in the air and dropped to the hard, white tiles of the Lookout.
"Piccolo, language!" Dende scolded his fellow kin.
Piccolo simply stared at the young Earth Guardian. His nerves aflame with anger traveled up his unique anatomical composition to concentrate in his left eye, making it twitch, but no words came out that would give Dende a taste of real cussing. Piccolo liked to think he was 'the bigger person'.
"Apologies." It came out strained and not entirely honest.
Dende squinted at the semi-permanent Lookout guest and turned to the others. "So, what brings you two to our
peaceful
lookout." The guardian emphasized the word to try to deter any perverse plans the Saiyan warriors might have, raising an eyebrow at them.
"I am here to use the Time Chamber. This one is to keep me company. I understand you tweaked it to have different rules?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes, in fact! I have been working with it for a while, it now has unlimited entries per individual, and you can have up to five people inside at the same time but only for a maximum of one year."
"Wonderful." Vegeta deadpanned. He crooked his gloved finger for Raditz to follow. "I shall use the chamber for a total of seven hours in real time, whatever that equates to, and there are to be no interruptions OR spying. Am I clear?"
Piccolo sneered at the commandeering way the Prince was directing himself to the smaller Namekian. The part of him that was Nail bled into his conscious mind, and Piccolo couldn't stop himself from defending Dende.
"You do not talk to Earth's Guardian-"
"We'll be happy to allow you entry for that time." Dende calmly placed a hand on Piccolo's arm, staying him from any argument with the hot-tempered royal. "One week inside the chamber would be the equivalent."
Vegeta didn't even dignify either of them with an answer. He harrumphed and continued on his way but not before poking fun at the older Namekian's expense. "By the way, Plant-man, looks like you are definitely the babysitter of the group. Are you going to dress as Santa Claus too?"
Piccolo felt his disdain for the flame-haired Saiyan rising. "At least I'm a better father figure than all you Saiyans combined."
"The harpy must have been grateful for that and the lift home. Although how she would thank you is an entirely different matter… Dickless." Vegeta threw back at him.
Dende used his cane to block Piccolo from charging at Vegeta. "Let it go, Piccolo. This is a resting area."
Fuming, Piccolo held his ground and let the laughing Saiyan and his partner take their leave.
~Now that is a real piece of work.~
Piccolo heard Nail's distinct voice in his subconscious.
~Why does Dende cater to that spoiled brat?~
Kami joined the conversation.
~Because Dende is still scared of that Saiyan.~
Nail said jokingly.
"Piccolo, I can hear them." Dende glared at the stronger fighter. "You need to up your meditation more and keep the voices quiet."
Piccolo felt a rare headache coming on.
-
On the trek to the chamber, Vegeta and Raditz spotted the one person they would go out of their way to avoid.
"Just our luck…" Raditz gulped as they came closer and closer to the soul snatcher. Vegeta began feeling a chill in his tail.
"Hello, Vegeta and Raditz." Mr. Popo greeted. "Come to help me with the plants? Because I can't think of any other reason you would come this far."
The Prince tried his best to keep his voice steady and gave Popo a fake smile, "Good afternoon to you." He kept walking, almost tempted to shield his face from the piercing gaze of the genie, Raditz practically using Vegeta as a shield, both their tails curling tightly around their waists.
"Hold it right there."
The Saiyans froze at the clear command.
"Am I to understand you are headed towards the Time Chamber? The one I BANNED you from for destroying it?" Mr. Popo settled his all-seeing eyes on the alien warriors.
"If you must know, yes. And this is what is going to happen. You- Are going to let us use-"
"Vegeta and I are spending our honeymoon together and we thought the Time Chamber would be the best place for it so we're not gone too long from the pack!" Raditz jabbering interrupted his mate.
The royal slowly turned to look at his life partner; he was two steps away from choking the life out of him.
"Oh, how very romantic!" Mr. Popo smiled. It was a smile that would make fish crawl out of the water and kneel before him.
"Somebody kill me…" Vegeta mumbled.
"I thought somebody already did. Several times." The genie chuckled and spoke to the taller Saiyan. "Thank you for being honest with me, Raditz. Only because of that and because you're Goku's brother, you can have a short pass."
Before Vegeta could say anything, Raditz shoved him all the way to the doors of the time dimensional room and entered. He slammed the door shut behind him, anything to create a sense of security.
"I know. I KNOW. I shoulda kept my mouth shut about it, but-"
Vegeta yanked the larger warrior down and pressed their lips together.
When they parted, Raditz had a dreamy expression on his face and a tent in his pants. "Wh-wha?"
"No more pretenses, Raditz. We are alone now." Vegeta attacked his mate's mouth again, hands caressing everywhere they could reach; his body, his hair, his face…
Raditz grabbed Vegeta's waist and simply enjoyed having the Prince he'd yeared for have his way with him. "I've missed this. Us, just us." Raditz whispered.
The Prince gave him a genuine smile, one that very few got to see. "Then what are you waiting for?"
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"I will fuck your breeder infront of the humans just as your mate did a few cycles ago and ruin it for the rest of the pack." Turles purred in Kakarot's ear. He raked his teeth along the lobe, making his younger look alike tremble and scoot away a few inches. The pirate had no problem in closing the distance again.
"Wait- You're not as big as Broly, Sweetheart." Bulma reasoned. "How are you going to ruin it?"
Flipping his tail in a condescending way, Turles replied matter of factly to the pack provider. "Has Vegeta ever talked to you about the spiral slammer?"
"Ooooh. Yes, he even tried it on me, and I just couldn't." The blue haired woman bit her nail, remembering that night when her first husband was extra frisky.
"Spiral…" Goku gulped, "Spiral what?"
"You'll find out soon, Sweet Cheeks." The clone winked at his prey.
"And we're watching, right?" Eighteen shot a warning look at her fellow delinquent.
"Absolutely! Kakarot likes to be watched~" Turles assured her.
"NO!!!" Goku exclaimed, not wanting to have any part of these wrongdoers' plan- even though a part of him couldn't deny being thrilled at the prospect.
"There's no use denying it, Son." Bulma felt her phone vibrate and opened her inbox. "OH! I just got the first prototype of the calendar! These people work fast, good lord." After ogling the picture sent to her, she passed the electronic to Cheelai.
The green female took the phone, wondering what Bulma wanted her to do with it, and she saw Turles on the screen; her nose started bleeding.
"Hey, Mean Green, you got something right there." Eighteen handed over a handkerchief and took the cellphone so Cheelai could tend to her nose. "Hot damn! I knew you were cute, Goku, but Turles! Fuck, you're hot."
Curious, Turles leaned in to see, his eyebrows rising as he saw himself. "Not bad. But I look different. Something is off."
"Photoshop. It gets rid of shadows and blemishes and hairs that are uneven. Trust me when I tell you this, the editors only did minor fixes. Usually, they completely redo the photo in this program to make people look more appealing." Bulma explained.
"I don't know how I feel about that." Cheelai said honestly. "Saiyans are practically perfect-looking."
"HA! That's because you haven't seen more of us." Turles huffed, remembering some nasty looking Saiyan inhabitants on their planet, most of whom he had slept with due to them compensating in other areas.
Goku reached over to confiscate the phone from the android and choked when he saw the cover art of Turles in a deplorable pose, nothing left to the imagination.
"Like what you see, Love?" The clone whispered seductively in Kakarot's ear again.
Clearing his throat as the only response to that question, the Earth's defender passed the phone to Videl.
The poor raven-haired mother blushed down to her neck and all but tossed the device back to Bulma. "I suppose it's a g-good angle."
"ALL my angles are good." Turles bragged. "Especially this one." He stood up and turned around, kneeling on the seat to give the others a prime view of his bubble butt.
Bulma, Cheelai, and Eighteen cheered at him, the android even going as far as to slap his cheeks.
Content with his audience's reaction, Turles sat back down, "You'll see more of me later."
At that moment, Bulma's autopilot dinged, informing her they had arrived at their destination. "We're here!" She exclaimed as the hover car came to a stop, landing on a reserved parking space.
The group exited the vehicle after Bulma called for a small robo-maid to clean up the car. Crumbs, napkins, paper plates and cups had been strewn about, and if robots could express emotions, the robo-maid would've shaken its head at the mess.
"Oh, wow!"
"Amazing…"
These were the general reactions of the spa guests as they looked upon the luxurious place Bulma had RSVP'd for them.
"Is this…? I don't know if this is standard for Earth or if it's…" Cheelai asked out loud, unsure if this was what 'high-end' was on this particular planet.
"This is fancy. Oh, yes." Eighteen replied, not able to take her eyes off the elegant and traditional decorations of the resort.
"This place isn't half bad."
"Like you've seen better?" Bulma chuckled at the space voyager. She was certain, with the number of galaxies Turles had traversed, he'd seen it all. If such a well-traveled individual said this wasn't half bad, Bulma would take that as a point to her favor.
Goku was much humbler and unknowledgeable. He was more worried he couldn't sniff out anything edible than the small architectural details of the onsen. He was, however, able to smell the offensive scent of perfume coming from an employee who was headed their way to greet them.
The kimono-clad attendant chatted with Bulma for a short while and led the group inside once it was established that this was, indeed, the group they were eager to tend to.
"You guys go into the lounge area, I need to sign a few papers." Bulma ushered her friends ahead of her as they entered. "The place is ours for the day. I wanted privacy for this endeavor." She made sure they were all entertained with the many paintings and decorations in the lounge room before leaving them to sign in at the front desk.
The pale Saiyan looked around, resigned that there was no food, only tea smells at best, and found an ornamental vase with a dragon curled around it, reminding him of Shenron. The details were breathtaking, even for someone as aloof as Goku.
"Wow, this place is full of expensive stuff." The curious warrior couldn't help but touch one of the dragon's legs; it broke off instantly.
"Shit!"
He cussed under his breath, picking up the piece and trying to put it back on. He even licked it as a desperate attempt to get it to stick.
Eighteen happened to witness the entire scene and finally took pity on her former enemy. She snagged the small piece from Goku and chucked it inside the vase.
At Goku's horrified expression, she added: "They'll never find it or ever notice it's missing."
"What do you think of this place, Videl?" Cheelai asked the short-haired mother.
"It's about as standard as what my dad goes to and sometimes drags me along."
"You seem nonplussed." Turles took notice of how casual Videl was in a place like this.
"Sorry, I'm just used to this kind of lifestyle. It is really pretty though, traditional of the Edo Period." One thing Gohan's wife did notice was all the questionable paintings on the walls, every single one of them sexual in nature, one worse than the next. "These are… Different though." Videl gulped when she saw the painting of a women's bathhouse.
"You humans certainly have interesting paintings." The clone commented while looking at one with a tentacle animal 'hugging' a female. Memories came rushing back, and the pirate couldn't stop a sigh from escaping.
Videl took that as a sign of discomfort. "In a nutshell, there was a time where it was illegal to show human genitalia. So, to get around that law, people got creative and used 'nonhumans'."
Smelling the young female's unease, Turles waved her off. "Hey, I'm not judging nor am I repulsed. Been there, done that, you know?"
Videl's expression grew shocked, and a tinge of blue stained her face. "You- You've been there…?"
"Alright people, and Saiyans." Bulma came in at that precise moment with an escort behind her. "This is Sashiko, she's going to take us to our locker rooms where we'll undress and put robes on."
"Wait- Locker rooms?" Turles mumbled in confusion.
"I've told the staff we won't be needing robes unless necessary." The C.E.O. continued without a pause.
"It is necessary!" Videl exclaimed, covering her chest.
"Live a little, Raven." Eighteen wrapped an arm around the young woman's waist.
"You're welcome to accept or refuse the use of robes. These people have seen it all, and they are indifferent to what we do." Bulma concluded her small speech.
The petite woman, dressed in a colorful kimono, bowed to the group and gestured to a hall, where each party member had their own place to put their belongings in, inside a secure locker with a code.
Letting the others go on ahead, Turles pulled Bulma to the side, "You have lockers on this planet?!"
"Oh!" The blue-eyed woman chuckled, "Lockers are not what you're imagining, Turles. For humans, lockers are small compartments where you store your belongings and then secure them with a padlock, combination, or key so nobody can get into your things."
"I see. That is such an odd concept."
"I'll help you get your locker set up, but there's actually something I need to talk to you about… Alone." The scientist whispered in case anyone could overhear them.
As Eighteen helped Goku set up the numeric combination for his locker, and Videl helped Cheelai, Bulma pulled Turles by the arm into a bathroom stall and locked the door.
-
Back on Vampa, the Saiyans, plus Lemo and minus Bardock, were about done putting their things away and tidying up when Broly suddenly froze in place, a look of concentration and later fear appearing on his face.
"Why'd you stop, Broly?" Toma asked his third born's mate when he smelled anxiety coming from the burly warrior.
"Something is headed this way. It's getting closer." Broly could sense a huge energy coming at them at high speed. He had felt this energy a long time ago but had little to no recollection of it.
"Is it now… Or do ya just want an excuse to stop working?" Bardock got up from the nest and walked to where the youngest Latcher was standing. He focused his senses and felt around the energetic realm until he sensed a familiar presence. The Commander's eyes grew comically large. "Shit."
Lemo was now beginning to get concerned; not many things unsettled the scarred Saiyan. "What is it?"
"No, no, no. It can't be…"
Toma watched his mate shake his head in disbelief. He tried reaching out with his ki but could feel nothing. "What's going on, Love? Who are you sensing?"
Bardock, realizing neither Kakarot nor Vegeta weren't there, called out to the Legendary Saiyan, "Broly! Ya need to flare yer ki up as high as ya can."
The youngest member of the pack startled at the strange request. "But I-"
"DO IT NOW!"
"Bardock?" The tanned fighter placed a hand on his life partner's shoulder, practically hearing his Center's gears turning.
Bardock took a deep breath to steady himself. "Let's hope to the gods this gets someone's attention."
-
On Earth, the keeper of the Dragon Balls unexpectedly sensed a powerful ki signal coming from Goku's mate. He immediately focused and searched for an open link to communicate with someone from the pack and see what was going on.
Dende found Bardock's mind ready to connect near an almost blinding ki that no doubt belonged to the strongest warrior he knew.
~Bardock? What's going on?~
~Vegeta and Kakarot need to get the fuck back here immediately!~
~Did Broly lose control?!~
~Worse. We got unwanted company headed to Vampa.~
~Understood, I'll get Vegeta and Raditz right away.~
~Get Kakarot and Turles too. This were gonna be a big f- AAAARGK!!!~
The communication link severed as Bardock fell to the ground, grabbing his head and shaking violently. The last thing he heard was Toma's shouting right before his world went dark.
When he came to, several minutes later, the bandana clad Saiyan opened his eyes and noticed three worried faces hovering over him. "I ain't a side show. Back off."
Toma helped Bardock up and brushed his hand over the older Saiyan's forehead, "'Dock, are you okay? Did you have a vision?"
Bardock suddenly remembered what he was shown and grabbed his mate's arms. "Toma, promise me, by the end of this clusterfuck, ya'll keep Raditz safe."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Toma looked at his mate with a worried expression. It wasn't every day that he saw or smelled Bardock as frightened as he was now. "What do you mean, Love? Raditz isn't even here."
"JUST DO IT!" The Commander shouted back with desperation in his tone, grabbing his head as pain flashed through it- a usual side effect after a vision.
Broly rushed to get him a cup of cool water, hoping that it would help calm down their older Center. When the cup was offered to him, Bardock looked up at the kind hearted giant and then at the cup.
"Thanks." He replied with a sneer, taking the cup and drinking from it.
"What happened? You suddenly fell on the floor and began having some kind of seizure." Lemo asked, crouching down to Bardock's level.
The scarred Saiyan debated on telling Lemo about his well-kept secret, but he supposed the orange alien was trustworthy enough. However, time was of the essence. "I had a vision, but we don't have time for chit-chat. We need to get ready for battle."
The others now began to smell worried as well. Bardock gave Toma and Broly a serious look, conveying the danger they were all in. "Frieza were on his way here."
-
The manager sighed as she watched another masseuse run out the door holding her hands up and crying.
"That's the fourth one." An employee commented. "I think it's time for you to send in the Ivanov twins."
Nodding, the manager sent in her assistant to get the two strongest masseuses they had available for guests who wanted a deep tissue massage. Seconds later, the assistant returned with a middle aged, bulky woman and a man who was just as big and muscly.
"You two, go in. We have a couple of guests who need a strong hand." Their boss explained.
The two professional therapists, brother and sister, saluted with their fist in their hand and left towards the assigned room.
Inside the luscious setting of the calm massage room, with several bamboo ornaments that had water running through and soothing music that seemed to drip down the walls and cast a mystical spell over its guests, Goku was feeling mortified that a few massagers had broken their fingers trying to give Turles and himself a deep rub-down.
"Bulma, maybe we can skip it?" The Earth-raised Saiyan pleaded.
"I want my massage." Turles, as opposed to Kakarot, found the entire situation amusing as all Hell.
"I know the manager will come through. She always gets her clients the treatment they need. And here I thought that Vegeta made it hard for the masseuses on purpose. I owe him an apology…" Bulma lay on one of the padded table as her muscles were being kneaded by expert hands.
"You'll inflate his ego more. Don't." The pirate warned the blue-haired human.
"What if I give them a massage, Bulma?" Eighteen suggested. "No Saiyan is going to break my fingers."
"I'm tempted."
As Bulma pondered, the door swung open, and two new employees entered.
"Oh… They look dangerous." Videl whispered to the other girls. "Like somebody hired them right out of a wrestling tournament!"
Bulma stared at the siblings and lowered her voice, "Those are the Ivanov twins. They're from the northern district."
Cheelai squinted at the scientist, enjoying the soft hand movements on her back. "You sound worried. You think Goku and Turles won't be able to handle it?"
"I'm predicting a few things. It should be interesting in any case." Bulma replied.
"And who do we have this… Time." Turles gulped as he turned around and saw the muscular humans making their way towards their cots.
"Brother and I were summoned to massage tiny men." The huge woman announced.
"I'll take the one with short hair."
Goku spun around to give Turles a horrified look. "But- That would leave me with the other one! She looks like someone from the Ginyu Force!" He gritted out, his pitch getting higher and higher.
"Called dibs. Besides, you're stronger. You can take the scarier one." Turles nodded at the woman and was happy to see her go to Kakarot's cot.
Goku let out a whimper when the woman grabbed his head with her meaty hands and shoved him down on the bed with such force the furniture rattled. He began to pray to Kami.
The man marched to Turles' bed, about to give him the same treatment.
The clone raised his hands, "I can lie down on my-
OWN!"
Air left Turles' lungs as the bulky human pressed him down on the cot, and the clone yelped when his back muscles were grabbed with enough force to crack rock.
"Pah! Why yelp? I give you baby level treatment." The man scoffed and continued pounding the muscles on Turles' shoulders until the mocha-skinned warrior was sure they would become a mass of goo. He closed his eyes, gripped the edges of the table, and gave into the harsh treatment.
There was no way he was getting out of this without coming a few times from the pain.
-
An hour later saw four females worried about their alien friends and how they were walking.
"It's good to know you have strong humans on this planet." Turles groaned while rotating his arms. "Granted, Kakarot and I had our ki's down to one."
Goku shuffled in his slippers, "I had to raise mine a little…"
Turles glanced at him and then looked away. "…So did I."
"It's out of the asteroid field from here on, right?" Cheelai asked the group leader.
It took a while for Bulma to understand that meant downhill in a 'galactic' version. "Yes, we are now headed towards the hot springs."
"And
fun, isn't that right?" The android slung her arm around Videl's shoulders and ushered her to the water, stealing the younger woman's robe in the process. The shorter mother squealed, running after the robe thief.
"Your turn, Son. Take your robe off." Bulma invited Goku to join the nudist party. Out of everyone there, Goku and Videl were the only ones wearing their robes, for obvious reasons.
Goku hesitated and fiddled with the belt until Turles snatched it away.
"TUR-"
The Synthetic Saiyan cut Kakarot off with a kiss and led him to the hot baths until they both toppled into the water.
Bulma held out an arm for Cheelai, "Shall we?"
"We shall." The green alien hooked her arm with the older woman, and together, they jumped into the hot springs.
-
Panting, moans, and grunts echoed through the vast emptiness of the stark Time Chamber where two warriors were having full blown out sex for what felt like hours, but in reality, only a couple of minutes had passed since they had left their dimension.
Vegeta had his legs spread, and Raditz was lying on his back, carrying the smaller Saiyan's weight in his hands as he lifted Vegeta over his cock and let him fall on it repeatedly. Every time Vegeta was slammed on his mate's dick, he'd feel Raditz's glans hit his cervix, making bright lights appear in his vision and his body shake violently; he felt an orgasm creeping up fast.
Sweat fell over the Latcher who was also perspiring from their continuous sexual activities. The only pause they had was to eat and drink much needed water- Vegeta had banned Raditz from cooking when the third class had almost set the entire kitchen on fire, and he'd taken it upon himself to prepare the food (as much as his cooking knowledge allowed.)
"'Geta… Are ya close?" Raditz asked out of breath.
"If you come again before I do, I shall make you eat your balls!"
The taller Saiyan huffed and let his head fall back down on the bed. "Guess ya don't want cubs with me then." He retorted with a smirk.
He gasped when his hands were removed from Vegeta's thighs and pinned over his head. Next thing he knew, his Saiyan partner was glaring at him with bared fangs.
"I can always get
you
pregnant."
Raditz turned a shade of blue and flipped the Prince on his back, increasing his thrusting in speed and force. "I don't get heats, Yer Majesty. So, good luck with that."
"I am one wish away from making you able to carry cubs. Slack off and try my patience." Vegeta threatened lightheartedly.
Raditz knew he was playing around- it had always been a silent agreement between them that if they ever had cubs, Vegeta would be the one to carry them-, but something inside the Latcher snapped at the offhand comment and made the long-haired alien fall for the bait.
"I know what yer playing at, Vegeta." Raditz growled. "If that's what ya want, ya'll get it!" Raditz suddenly powered up, his hair bled into a shiny gold, and his eyes turned teal.
The royal's eyes crossed, and he cried out, feeling the cock inside him grow thicker and longer. His breeding mate's weight increased as well; muscles bulging, veins popping and throbbing, and the vicious look Raditz had now made the Prince shiver and his cunt tighten.
"Is this what ya wanted, Bitch? To see my dominant side?!"
"FUCK, YES!"
The flame haired Saiyan placed his feet on Raditz's torso and kicked him off, sending him careening through a bedpost and smashing into the opposite wall. Several tiles cracked as Raditz's back slammed against them.
The Latcher shook his head and bared his fangs at the shorter fighter.
"Yer gonna pay dearly for that."
Pushing off the wall with one strong leg, Raditz surged forward and crashed into Vegeta, pinning him to the mattress and breaking the bed as well. The Prince lowered his ki to be grossly weaker than his lover to give Raditz the edge he needed to overpower him.
He flipped Vegeta onto his stomach and secured his arms with one hand against the sheets. As he was about to shove his dick back inside, Vegeta began fighting back, using his tail to squeeze Raditz's balls, knowing full well that it would piss the older Saiyan off more.
Raditz grunted, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain, and yanked the tail off him.
"I should rip this off ya for even trying to stop me from fucking into yer slutty hole!"
Before Vegeta could reply with a biting comment, Raditz stood up and pulled the royal's ass up by his tail, ripping a scream out of him. Coiling the brown tail around his hand and making a fist, Raditz secured the appendage, aimed for Vegeta's breeder, and sank inside with all the strength he could muster.
Vegeta screamed out in pleasure as he was filled again and ravished by his life partner; no mercy was given when Raditz began pile driving into the smaller Saiyan, bending Vegeta's lithe body almost in half.
At this point, the Locker couldn't form any more coherent words. All he could do was lie there and take it.
"Ya like that, huh?! Being filled with my cock? Yer nothing but a cum whore, just like Turles!"
Vegeta growled at the comparison and was about to retaliate when Raditz's hand came down on his ass, making a loud slap resound inside the room.
"Growl at me again, and I'll make sure ya can't sit down for a span, ya runt!"
Raditz barked at the smaller warrior. He felt the Prince begin to spasm and pulse under him, signaling he was very close.
It was time to deliver the finishing blow, Raditz concluded, and letting go of Vegeta's waist, He bent down until his mouth was next to the elite's ear and whispered harshly.
"Come for me, you needy bitch! Or I'll rip ya in half with my cock and use yer insides to satisfy my lust!"
"Oh- FUCK!"
Vegeta roared as a powerful orgasm shot through his body, from tail to head. He shivered violently as juices rained down on the sheets, soaking Raditz's groin with his slick.
Timing his thrusts with clinical precision, Raditz pushed through Vegeta's spasming muscle and filled his core with his own ejaculate. Once he was locked in, he turned his face towards the Prince's shoulder and bit into his flesh, right above his mating mark. The action surprised the brown-haired warrior and pulled an ear-splitting scream out of him.
Raditz let his body fall to the mattress on his side so as to not break his mate in half. He let a moment pass of tasting Vegeta's blood in his mouth before letting go of the flesh and his transformation.
Both Saiyans lay panting, limbs tangled together, sticky from their intense session, and utterly satisfied. It took a while for them to regain their senses and clear the fuzziness from their heads, and when they caught their breath, Raditz was the first to break the calm.
"Are ya- Satisfied now?"
"Very." Vegeta answered dryly. "Next round- I shall be the one- To wreck your cunt."
Raditz bent down to kiss Vegeta's nape and nuzzled him, a purr coming up to express his state of content. His eyes shot wide open when he heard a reciprocating rumble from the smaller Saiyan who rarely purred.
"Look at ya, making such forbidden sounds in front of a third-"
"Do not ruin the moment, you illiterate ding-dong!"
The heavier of the two chuckled and hugged his life partner closer, wrapping their tails together. "It's when ya fling creative insults at me that make me happy I ate yer companion."
The royal choked before turning to look at Raditz with a horrified face. "Do you have any idea how much groveling I had to do to convince my miserly parents to buy me a companion?! And a
bachi
no less?!"
Raditz snickered again and hugged Vegeta tighter, more out of protection than affection. "It was delicious."
"WHY YOU-" Vegeta began struggling to get out of the other's hold, shouting out the most colorful insults he could remember in Galactic Standard and their native tongue. It only made Raditz laugh harder.
When the Prince finally settled down with a pouty face, the older alien loosened his grip on him. "It was the best day in my life when I met ya at the Marketplace."
"Your carrier was pregnant with your brother." Vegeta smiled.
"Gine did not like others even looking at the old coot." The Latcher chuckled again, praying to the gods Bardock would never hear him use that word for him. "He was so possessive of 'Dock while he was carrying Kakarot."
"And I was on leave from that tyrant. Allowed to be planetside for once. Only happened during Rain Season."
"I saw this tasty looking bug fly by. I was hungry, we hadn't eaten in quite a while- Except Bardock. He was hogging all the food… Fucking cunt."
"I remember seeing Toma try to catch you while you were chasing my poor companion. And Nappa was furious, especially when you dove under his legs and made him lose his balance. I got swatted by his tail."
"HA! Nappa hit ya with his tail?! I'm surprised he wasn't executed for that."
Vegeta elbowed Raditz's ribs. "It was your fault."
"Yer fault for bringing a companion to the Marketplace!"
"He was running an errand for us!" Vegeta frowned.
"Bachis
are very smart and very expensive."
"And tasty." The long-haired Saiyan received another elbow to his guts.
"It was the viciousness you exhibited in that cycle that made me obsessed with you." Vegeta suddenly confessed after a few seconds of silence. "And that grew into something stronger."
Raditz kissed the royal's neck and pressed his hips against Vegeta's groin; cum dripped out and made more of a mess on the ruined bedspread. "Love ya too, 'Geta."
Vegeta twisted his body until he was able to reach Raditz's mouth and kissed him thoroughly. It was at that moment when the chamber's door swung open and a Namekian rushed in towards them, interrupting their make out.
Both Saiyans jumped on the bed, tails fluffing out, and Vegeta readied a ki blast to end the perpetrator's life.
"It's Piccolo!" Raditz shouted, trying to lower the Prince's hand.
"I know!"
Vegeta growled back. In the end, he relented and lowered his arm. "What do you want, Plant-man?!"
"You two need to get your gear on and I.T. to Vampa immediately!" Piccolo told them in a harsh tone, averting his eyes from the Saiyans' nudity.
Vegeta instantly focused his senses on the planetoid, searching for Broly's ki. "What are you babbling about?! Broly is fine!"
"It's not Broly." The green warrior informed them ominously. "Frieza's on his way there."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Not far from Vampa, among a ring of asteroids that surrounded the planetoid, Frieza's ship was making its way rapidly to where the Icejin's future prized soldier had settled many years ago. The tyrant could practically feel Broly within his grasp; his dream of having the ultimate, most powerful henchman working under his command was moments away from becoming reality.
If only Turles had done his job, Frieza would already have the Legendary Super Saiyan as his subordinate. The pirate had failed, however, and the emperor had activated the bomb he'd ordered his scientists to surgically place in Turles' neck in case the clone didn't deliver and immediately had set course for Vampa.
"Never send an underbred to do an Icejin's job."
Frieza could picture the Saiyan's entrails splattering all over the place after the explosion; a smile graced his purple lips imagining the sound of Turles' scream as his body was torn to shreds. The cold being's only regret was not being there to personally witness the Synthetic Saiyan's demise but envisioning the look of horror on the others' faces was good enough to lift his spirits marginally.
"It's one
munki
less you need to worry about." Beriblu observed, allowing her master to take solace in that fact.
"Indeed." The Icejin agreed. "And once I have my new toy, he'll become my killing machine! I'll advance to the highest level of hierarchy among my people and achieve an elite status! As is my birthright."
"You'll put Cooler's devotees in their place at last, My Lord. They'll see you for what you're truly worth." Beriblu pandered to the Icejin.
Kinoko nodded, "Your father would've been proud, Lord Frieza."
"Hmph!" The tyrant dismissed the sentimental thought. "I stopped seeking my father's approval years before he was murdered by that purple-haired freak that cut me up into pieces!"
The sound of snickering coming from a soldier caught Frieza's attention, and he pointed at the irreverent recruit, firing a beam of light that pierced right through the offender's armor. The rest of the present soldiers struggled to not gulp and shake in fear as they saw their comrade's lifeless body drop to the floor.
Kinoko began sweating and adjusted his collar, "Ahem, Lord Frieza, we're about to enter Vampa's atmosphere."
"Excellent. Beriblu, ready my troops. Seizing my prize won't be so easy this time. He's made a few allies, and I'm sure he's become even stronger."
"So have you, My Lord. They will never know what hit them." The blue alien gave the signal for the soldiers to get into formation, and they obeyed without question.
"Not you two." Frieza glared at a couple of artillerymen; the two individuals froze in a state of panic. "You're in charge of locating Broly's headband. I'm sure that useless clone never got around to putting it on the brute. Grab the tracker, find it, and secure the band on his head at whatever cost."
"YES, LORD FRIEZA!" The soldiers exclaimed and were given the small remote. They bowed and disappeared as quickly as their feet could carry them, anxious to get out of the ruthless emperor's sight.
"Mark my words, by the end of the day, the Legendary Super Saiyan will be under my command, and Goku will be nothing but a miserable memory, soon to be forgotten!" A hysterical laughter erupted out of the despot's mouth as he stood in front of a huge window, looking threateningly at the celestial body down below.
-
"YOU SHALL NOT CALL HIM!" Vegeta roared in Piccolo's face as the Namekian tried to contact Goku telepathically. "I alone shall put an end to the oppressor of my people! As their prince, it is my right and obligation to be the one to rip his heart out!"
Piccolo's eye twitched, and he shouted back, "You've never beaten Frieza ONCE! Every time you face him,
you die!"
A string of angry words in a foreign language spewed out of the angry royal's mouth. Piccolo didn't need to know the Saiyan's native tongue to know Vegeta was insulting him and his ancestors in every way imaginable. He could tell so by the look of sheer shock on Raditz's face.
"Calm down, Vegeta." The Latcher placed his hands on the shorter Saiyan's shoulders, mainly to stop him if Vegeta decided to make soup out of the green man, as he had threatened. "Remember, Piccolo, we don't need Kakarot cuz we have Broly with us. We're sure to win!"
Vegeta rounded on his breeding mate and punched him in the stomach, making the impudent blunder mouth fall to his knees.
"Even Broly will not be necessary! I have grown stronger, and I do not require anyone's assistance!"
"Now you're just letting your idiotic pride cloud your better judgement- If you ever had one." The Namekian threw back at the Prince.
Vegeta had half a mind to fling his naked life partner to the green thorn in his boot. Smelling the Prince's intentions, Raditz was perceptive enough to slither out of Vegeta's reach.
"The clown has not even noticed Frieza's ki! He is so focused on his own pleasure at the moment, I am willing to bet you shall get a dial tone if you attempt to communicate with him!"
Raditz snickered when the scent of jealousy reached him- that was a mistake.
"FETCH ME MY ARMOR!" Vegeta screamed at his mate, making the Latcher scramble to his feet and run to get their clothing.
The Prince paced the antechamber, his tail swinging wildly behind him in fury. After about five seconds, he stopped and snapped his face towards the unwanted intruder. "Are you done gawking at me, Plant-man?!"
"Whatever, Shrimp. Even if I were interested in sex, I would never go for your tiny package or flat ass."
Vegeta turned a shade of blue as his pupils shrunk to a singularity. He aimed a Final Flash to the jeering alien just as Piccolo made a dash out the door, missing the energy attack by a millimeter.
The Prince shouted in exasperation, pulling his hair and puffing up his tail. He suddenly felt eyes on him and turned to see Raditz with his jaw wide open and staring at him on the verge of a laughing fit.
"NOT. A. SINGLE. WORD. OUT OF YOU."
"I'm telling 'Dock~"
Raditz would regret his choice of bad humor that day. Vegeta would make sure of it.
-
Not all was bad in Universe Seven, as luck would have it. While some were preparing for a battle they could very well lose, in the Milkyway Galaxy, Goku was having the time of his life- much to his horror. In fact, the young Saiyan was so hyper focused on what was being done to his body that he didn't even realize the goings on on Vampa.
"Ngk- Turles! Not theeeeeeere~"
The pirate lifted his face from Kakarot's chest, lips covered in sweet, white liquid, "You mean not here?" He swiped his tongue over the younger Saiyan's rosy bud even harder than before.
Goku choked on another moan that desperately wanted to escape his mouth. He couldn't believe he had given in and let Turles have his way. He'd tried to fight him off, and he could very well overpower the clone, but the scent of his own kind called to him, awoke his instincts, and made him yield to the other's wishes.
The three mothers, plus Cheelai, would occasionally side glance and snicker every time their pure-hearted, innocent protector struggled to remain quiet, trying to not call attention to himself.
"Please, Turles! They're right there!" Goku whispered angrily through clenched teeth while the chocolate-skinned warrior sucked on his pecs.
"You love being watched, Kakarot. You're not fooling anyone but yourself."
Goku gaped at Turles' comeback and tried pushing him away again to no avail.
"Don't mind us, Mr. I'm in Denial." Eighteen teased while she was getting her hands and feet treated along with the other girls. They had left the hot springs several minutes ago just before their skin would wrinkle and were now enjoying their manicures/pedicures- as well as the show.
Videl was, however, on Goku's side. She didn't really want to hear the father of her husband moaning and groaning while having his nipples sucked off by an ex-villain. She tried focusing on anything else, but Goku's needy sounds made it impossible.
"We- We're fallin' behind on the treatment schedule!" Goku attempted to get away one last time- he had already run out of excuses.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Son. We'll wait for you guys to finish." Bulma helpfully reassured her childhood friend's worries. Goku gave her a dirty look.
"Enough with the lame excuses, Kakarot. Spread your legs, you cock slut, and let me breed you!"
Goku shut his legs tighter. "Yer the cock slut! Ya should be spreadin' them, not me!"
Turles pulled back and arched an eyebrow, "You want to top? Sure." He shrugged. "Go Super Saiyan inside me~"
The lighter warrior nearly missed what was said to him, and it took a few seconds for his brain to catch up to the invitation.
"Really?!"
Turles' breath was taken away, and a red tinge appeared on his cheeks, whether it was from Kakarot's bright, sunny smile or his tail wagging like a cub getting sugar rocks was beyond him. Next thing he knew, he was being flipped over and spun around on his stomach. Kakarot now standing behind him at the edge of the thermal spring.
Hooking his thumbs inside Turles' breeder, Goku spread open the clone's entrance and easily slipped inside."Kai Almighty- Yer so wet!"
Turles was unamused, "Well, we
are
inside the water, Kakarot…"
The Earth Saiyan frowned and slammed all the way inside Turles' pliant body, "That ain't what I meant!"
"MMM~
Fuck me hard, Sugar-tits."
Videl choked on the drink she was having while Bulma, Eighteen, and Cheelai laughed out loud at the nickname Turles gave Goku; it seemed very accurate.
"He's not wrong. Saiyan milk is sweet." The green female pointed out.
"Absolutely!" Bulma agreed, having tasted both her husbands as well as Goku's that one time.
"You two are lucky…" The android sulked. "How does Gohan's milk taste like, Raven?"
Videl did choke that time.
"That reminds me!" The blue-haired scientist suddenly exclaimed. "When we were playing truth or dare and Goku had to twerk, you guys made a big deal out of him lifting his leg. Why is that, Turles?"
"It's an ultimate sign of sub- submission. It drives our dominant side crazy, I'll show you." The pirate expertly got into the so-called 'cKosai' position, crossing his arms behind his back, lifting one leg while wrapping his tail around the other, and lowering his chest to the ground.
The effect was instant; Goku felt a fire ignite inside him, seeing Turles so vulnerable underneath him and utterly compliant.
"What the f-"
In less than a second, the naive Saiyan's ki exploded, and his eyes turned teal. His hair shined in golden light and started growing down to his knees. Driven by the need to assert himself over the pliant Saiyan, Goku grabbed Turles' hips harshly and began pounding into him without holding back.
Turles was perfectly content with this outcome, and he let everyone in the area know how much he was enjoying having Kakarot's Super Saiyan Three Dick slamming into him mercilessly. It felt as wide as Broly's and almost as big as Raditz's, but he was being fucked as if it were Nappa.
The girls and manicurists stopped to stare openly at the two alien warriors going at it as if they were in a battlefield. One could feel the temperature in the room begin to rise, and the air was alive with electricity.
"Watch Turles get pregnant soon after this." The blonde spoke, mesmerized at the almost violent scene unfolding before her.
Bulma and Cheelai decided to keep their mouths shut about Turles' past, not wanting to ruin the moment, and simply nodded.
"Who knew Goku had a dominant bone in his body." The C.E.O. blurted out.
"He got it from Bardock, no doubt about that." Cheelai replied.
"Hey, Videl. Does Gohan also take after Bar-"
"EIGHTEEN, SHUT UP!"
The black-haired woman screamed at the nosy android.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Chest plates, hip guards, arm braces, and boots were handed over to each of the Saiyans. Even Lemo was donning his old uniform and mentally preparing himself for what was to come. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a case that held a laser assault rifle- a weapon he had used in the past for sniping enemies.
Taking a deep breath, the orange senior checked all the parts to make sure it was in perfect shape before exiting the small capsule home and approaching the Saiyan Prince with a request.
"I'll need someone to fly me to highgrounds so I can get a clear shot."
Vegeta hardly paid any attention to the lay-about, focused more on fixing his gloves. "There is no weapon in this universe that would harm Frieza, especially not one of his own design."
"I was more aiming towards smaller fish. You never know if his soldiers are going to pull a fast one." Lemo countered.
"It is too risky." The royal turned to look at the short alien, "Broly will have a fit if anything happens to you."
"I refuse to be left behind!" Lemo raised his voice. "I used to be a soldier not long ago, a damn good one!"
"I think that were a good plan." Bardock interrupted the pair. "He can safely settle on a high peak and snipe anyone who tries to get a cheap shot in."
Vegeta closed his eyes for a spell; the last thing he needed was to let his mate's carrier get under his skin. "Wonderful. You just volunteered to take him there."
"As if! Toma and Raditz will be in charge of that and keeping him safe while I take on the lizard."
Said Saiyans were not happy with their Center's decision.
"Excuse me? I am fighting him first! There is no telling how much stronger he has become. I do not need him to kill you before the battle even starts!" Vegeta snarled at his ex-mentor.
"I ain't gonna give him the opportunity to kill me, ya brat!" The Commander seethed, "We need to tire him out first and have our strongest fighters go last!"
Vegeta calmly walked up to Bardock until their chests were almost touching, "You think you shall be able to tire him out? Not even if Toma and Raditz join you as Super Saiyans shall you be able to make him break a sweat!"
"For fuck's sake." Bardock rubbed his face. "Then forget yer pride and call KAKAROT!"
"And Turles," Toma added.
"SHUT UP, RADITZ!" Vegeta and Bardock screamed at the long-haired latcher.
Raditz's jaw dropped, "I DIDN'T SAY NOTHING!"
"Time is running out, and you will need all the help you can get…
Since Vegeta refuses to get Goku."
Lemo reminded the others and couldn't help but add his two cents about Vegeta's stubbornness.
The elite Saiyan growled in irritation and made way to the cave's exit, the others following him at a fast pace to catch up. As Vegeta took off to the darkening sky, Lemo hitched a ride on Toma's back, and Broly and Raditz flew at a distance behind Bardock and his rising temper, all heading towards the general area where Frieza's ki could be felt coming from.
"Yer being irrational, Vegeta! I taught ya better than this!" Bardock flew in close to the Prince to continue their verbal argument.
"Kakarot will make no difference in this battle. Broly is more than enough back up for me-"
"Yer putting all yer Favors on one soldier! That'll be everyone's downfall!"
"You simply do not understand. I MUST BE THE ONE TO END FRIEZA!" Vegeta shouted back above the loud sound of the wind rushing past them.
The battalion landed on an empty plateau and waited to get a better idea of where the Icejin's ship was going to land.
"So yer gonna estimate Frieza's strength, then send Broly in, and when the moment is right, ya'll deliver the finishing blow? Ya think Frieza won't fucking notice that's yer plan?! Yer gonna be the one he'll focus on the most, SO LET ME FINISH HIM!"
"We have a visual on the ship!" Lemo warned the team as he pointed to a small speck in the vast, yellow atmosphere.
Bardock motioned with his hand for everyone to follow him to get closer to 'ground zero', never once taking his eyes off the approaching ship. The group hid behind a few boulders and observed the craft slowly getting closer to the ground.
"Toma, Raditz," Bardock called to his circle, "Take Lemo up that tall rock and do not let yerselves be seen! The three of ya will stay there, eyes sharp."
Raditz scoffed and contended with Bardock's order, "It ain't fair that we don't get to fight!"
An unexpected slap to the back of his head made the defiant Latcher recoil and turn around to see his source's angry face.
"Obey your Center! This is the tyrant that destroyed our entire race with just a flick of his finger, and he's much stronger now! Neither you nor I have any chance of making a difference in battle. The best we can do is keep Frieza's soldiers in check!"
Raditz growled softly, feeling helpless, and stormed towards the elevation where the three could snipe their enemies at an opportune time.
Toma rolled his eyes at his childish cub and faced the others. "Be careful. All of you."
"Right back at ya." Bardock walked to his mate, and they both touched foreheads together before Toma and Lemo headed towards the slope.
Once everyone was in position, they bided their time, adrenaline kicking in, until Frieza's spaceship landed a few yards away from them.
"Bardock, you shall have your turn after I fight the first round." The Prince said quietly and calmly. "Do not let your emotions cloud your judgment."
"Ya mean like yer letting yer pride cloud yers?" The scarred Saiyan threw back.
Vegeta felt his temper flare but chose not to play into the Commander's game. "Broly, I need you to focus on us while we are fighting Frieza. Learn his movements, memorize his weaknesses. When I tell you, attack him without a second thought. Remember, he is the one who killed your source." The royal strategist avoided mentioning the Icejin had a death wish against Kakarot, he didn't want to incur the Legendary's wrath too much, just enough to motivate him.
Just as he expected, his words seemed to strike a nerve as Broly's ki began to rise.
"Not now, Brat! Now's the time for ya to put all that learned control to the test." Bardock placed a hand on the large Saiyan's chest to stay him.
"This will not be easy, but mark my words; I shall kill both of you if you perish." Vegeta threatened the other two warriors lightly.
"And then Kakarot will kill ya." The bandana-clad Taskmaster huffed with humor.
"I shall deal with that after I am holding Frieza's beating heart in my hand. Pray to the Goddess things go without a loss for us." The shorter of the three added with a subtle hint of worry in his tone. As much as he enjoyed fighting with his bonded mate by his side, Vegeta's pride always came on top by the end of the day, even if the Prince knew they would all be better off with his former rival's involvement.
"I am." Bardock looked up at where the two weakest links of the pack were, and for the longest time ever, he felt a great fear.
-
~Goku.~
~GOKU!~
Goku startled when his brain registered Piccolo's voice, but that didn't stop him from pounding inside his former rival's tight pussy. With how much Turles got fucked and how many he'd fucked at once, it was a miracle his channel was anything but loose like a stretched out plastic bag. Although, if Goku were being fair, Saiyan skin was very elastic.
~FOCUS!!!~
The Earth-raised Saiyan cussed and forced himself to come back from cloud nine. "What is it, Piccolo?"
That made Turles snap his eyes open and look down at his side-squeeze with accusing eyes when he realized Kakarot was receiving a telepathic message. "Oh, no. I swear to the gods if I get cockblocked AGAIN!"
~Vegeta isn't going to like this, but since when have I cared. You need to get back to Vampa immediately!~
Goku's concern grew exponentially when he heard his Namekian friend say the word 'Vampa', and he stopped thrusting up into his lover, pulling a frustrated noise from the pirate. "Is Broly okay?!"
~He might not be if Frieza has anything to do with it.~
"FRIEZA?!"
The younger Saiyan instantly stood up, causing an unlucky Turles to fall back in the water. From their comfortable lounge chairs, the girls looked back at Goku when they heard his outburst.
The paler warrior lost his transformation and zeroed in on his bonded mate's emotions- he found extreme worry, doubt, and guilt. Further ahead, Goku could feel Frieza's stronger and improved ki, and at that moment, regret filled his heart.
"How could I let myself get so distracted?" Here he was, enjoying a leisure moment with his friends when his circle and mates were in terrible danger.
Turles re-emerged from the water, coughing and expelling water from his nose. "What's this about Frieza?" The clone briefly considered banning Kakarot from ever topping him again, as well as all the others that had left him unfulfilled. When he realized that would be the majority of the pack, Turles reconsidered.
"He's on Vampa. I need to get there now!" Goku replied.
When Bulma saw her childhood friend place two fingers on his forehead, she yelled out to stop him. "WAIT! You need to get your things, Son! Not a good idea to fight in your birthday suit."
The naive alien looked down and realized how unprepared for battle he was. "I suppose Frieza wouldna appreciate seeing me like this… Even though he's never used clothes." Goku scratched the back of his head.
Turles gagged at the mental image and thanked the gods that Icejins didn't have visible genitalia.
"Go save the world, Big Boy!" Eighteen clapped her hands to get Goku's attention. "We'll be cheering for you. Not much more we can do."
"And please be careful." Videl added as Goku got out of the hot springs and dashed to get his clothes.
As Turles climbed out and shook his head and tail from the water, Cheelai also stood up.
"I'm going to-"
"DO NOT EVEN." Bulma pulled the green female back down on her chair. "You stay right here; this is a Saiyan's fight."
"More like Vegeta, Kakarot, and Broly's fight." The chocolate skinned fighter commented wryly.
The scientist squinted at Goku's look alike, "You better get your ass over there too. Do not let Goku leave without you, and remember to take the item."
"Of course I'll remember." Turles winked at Bulma and hurried after Kakarot before the Saiyan could teleport away.
"Come back to us, Mocha!" The android called out to her new friend, then she turned to Bulma, "What was that wink about?"
"Don't worry about it, Blondie. I don't want to jinx it." Bulma stared at the wall, worried about the outcome of this battle.
"I think it's best to inform the others." Videl's voice dispelled the haze of uncertainty that was clouding Bulma's mind.
"You're right, call the guys. And I'm sorry, girls, our vacation was cut short- we'll have to reschedule." The C.E.O. finished her tea and got up. "We need to get a hold of Uranai Baba too."
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
As soon as the lizard tyrant stepped out of the ship, strutting behind a dozen armed guards, the Saiyans standing in close range caught a whiff of the Icejin's offensive smell and scrunched up their noses. Their tails ruffled up and coiled around their waists instinctively as they saw their biggest enemy square off against them.
"He looks different." The bandana clad Saiyan whispered.
"That is his fourth form. The next one is the one we need to worry about." Vegeta revealed that information to Bardock, who had never known Frieza could transform.
"He can transform too?! Fuck me sideways…" Bardock cursed their luck under his breath.
"We-he-hell!"
Frieza chuckled, raking his eyes over the Legendary Saiyan who was standing tall next to the inseparable duo. He also noticed Turles was nowhere to be seen, signifying that the bomb had worked perfectly. "I see these years haven't been kind to you, Goku."
"And yer eyes have deteriorated," Bardock stepped up to the short, white being. "I ain't Kakarot."
Frieza's eyes widened marginally when he heard that familiar, gruff voice; it was too deep to belong to Goku. This Saiyan's skin was darker, the lines marking his face were more pronounced, the scar, the messier hair…
"You're that crazy
munki
that tried to take me on before I destroyed that loathsome planet full of pests!"
Bardock felt his blood boil,
"That planet were my home! My people!
YA TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!
Including my cub!"
"I've killed many mongrels in my life." Frieza scoffed at the outburst from the sentimental fool. "Don't expect me to remember one out of so many vermin. I doubt he was any more special than a common pebble in a river, doomed to fall over a cascade eventually."
Bardock bared his fangs at their long time oppressor, growling in unbridled fury as his hair began to stand on its ends and an invisible wave emanating from him unsettled the nearby dust. "Fuck this.
I'M GOING FIRST!"
The master strategist transformed and launched himself towards his enemy, creating a small crater on the ground from the force of his liftoff.
"DAMMIT, BARDOCK!" Vegeta roared at the older Saiyan who had just messed up all his plans.
Not a second passed after the Prince yelled that Bardock reached Frieza, and the Icejin was confident that any attack coming from a mere Super Saiyan wouldn't even bruise him, hence, he gave the angered warrior a free shot.
He wasn't expecting, however, to get a handful of sand in his eyes suddenly, as Bardock quickly reached down to scoop up dust before throwing it in the tyrant's face. Frieza's guard dropped for an instant, and an instant was all the strategist needed to land a solid punch on Frieza's stomach.
The lizard was sent flying backwards into his ship, piercing through it and landing on the ground at the other side. Once Frieza stabilized himself and got rid of the debris in his eyes, he opened them to see the tremendous hole he had left on his aircraft.
"You… YOU BASTARD!"
The ship wouldn't be able to fly after the damage that had been done to it. The tyrannical dictator was about to throw a tantrum when he heard a blast coming from above the ship, right where the communications system was located.
"What- What are you doing?" Frieza was in shock, realizing this was no ordinary fight with a meathead, battle hungry Saiyan. He was fighting against a dangerous strategist.
"TAKE OUT THE SCOUTERS!"
The Icejin heard Bardock shout out the order to his crew, and that was enough to knock him out of his momentary trance. "DON'T YOU DARE!"
While the soldiers were being targeted by the Saiyans, some dropping dead on the spot, others scrambling to take cover and protect their scouters, the overlord charged a ki blast and aimed it at the top of a tall peak where the sniper attacks were coming from.
"WATCH IT!" Toma cried out and pushed Raditz off their lookout and grabbed Lemo, all three barely avoiding the explosion.
"My gun!" Lemo cried out.
"Half a click more and we'd all be dead." The tanned Latcher quickly flew off, carrying Lemo to safety and with his cub following them. They found a barren hill that wasn't as suitable as the tall plateau, but it would have to do.
"Ya don't have anything on ya?" Raditz asked.
Lemo reached into his holster and pulled out a smaller gun. "Just my raygun. It's not good for sniping, but it'll do a lot of damage."
"It'll have to do." Toma relinquished. "Keep firing at the scouters! If I know Bardock's battle logic as well as I do, he's going to make sure Frieza will be fucked even if we all die."
After firing the deadly blast at the snipers, Frieza zapped back to where the fight was taking place, with the intent of killing the transgressor who was actively cutting off all paths for the Icejin to return to home base. Even if he could survive in outer space, the despot had no way of locating HQ without a scouter or a radio. He'd either be stranded on the remote, desert planetoid for who knew how long or floating endlessly in the void of the cosmos.
He spotted the scarred Saiyan crushing a soldier's face, scouter and all, with his boot, and the lizard attacked with a left hook. Bardock surprisingly dodged it and the kick that followed, but Frieza caught his temple with his tail and sent the war veteran careening into the side of a cliff. The blow was strong enough to render Bardock unconscious and out of the picture.
"BARDOCK!" Toma saw his mate crash into a scraggy mountain and rushed towards his life partner. Unfortunately for him, Frieza intercepted the taller Saiyan mid-flight and punched his side, breaking a few ribs and sending him flying into the rubble as well.
"Shit!" Raditz cussed, glaring at their opressor.
Lemo could practically smell the young alien's intentions. "If you're going to leave me up here and go to your parents, at least make sure you're not seen!"
"…Right." The long-haired Saiyan jumped off the hill and took the long way around to avoid getting caught in the battle.
Frieza touched down where the two older Saiyans had fallen and smiled, "Two
munkis
down…" He raised a pale, white arm and readied a finishing blow when an unexpected punch to his cheek knocked the lizard back a few yards. The tyrant shook his head to dispel the fuzziness and saw Vegeta in his base form blocking the path to Frieza's victims.
The warlord felt a tooth had become loose and spit out blood- the runt had gotten considerably stronger, Frieza thought to himself.
"FIGHT
ME,
YOU COWARD!" Vegeta roared at his tormentor.
Frieza scoffed, "Where's Goku? I'd rather fight a real warrior, not a pet!"
Red filled Vegeta's vision, his mind went blank after horrendous memories from his past rushed back just from hearing that word. All his plans went out the window as rage took over.
"You die this cycle."
The royal growled and powered up, an aura of electric blue encircling him and bathing his surroundings with its tint. The Prince of All Saiyans then shot off towards his archnemesis to end their ongoing rivalry once and for all. Today, only one of them would come out alive.
-
Two soldiers saw their boss fire at the top of a mountain where laser shots were coming from. They saw three snipers disperse just before the blast destroyed the peak.
"This is our chance! Let's move!" The first soldier in charge of locating a certain headband turned on the radar and began running towards the dot on the small screen.
"Ya gonna get shot if ya don't wait fer me, Raji!" The second soldier, Banko, was responsible for watching the radar user's back and making sure he would retrieve the headband.
"Damn, and I was just two billings away from retiring." Raji chuckled when his teammate caught up.
"Are ya crazy?!" The sentry with a thick accent looked at his comrade in disbelief. "Ain't nobody retires from the PTO!"
"Do I have to explain the joke to you?!" The purple-skinned tracker scoffed.
"Just focus on what the scanner is telling ya." Banko retorted. "And I'll watch yer back!
-Two Hours Later-
"It's nearby!" Raji exclaimed as the beeping on the locator became stronger with each step.
"Good! We've been going on fer ages. I did not join the Frieza Force to run marathons!" The watchman complained.
"You bitch more than my wife's mother! Would you rather be back there, getting shot?!"
The taller soldier made a face at his coworker, "Hey! I was supposed to be transferred to control! All this fieldwork is too much fer my weak heart."
"Didn't you know?" The older officer asked. "Frieza fucks random soldiers over on purpose just to get a kick out of it and keep everyone on edge- There it is!" Raji rushed to the shiny item halfway buried in sand.
"Don't tell me- Frieza also fucked ya over?" Banko kept a sharp eye out for any unwanted dwellers.
"I was supposed to be in navigation. Never even applied to be a soldier." The tracker examined the band and wiped it clean.
"Now we need to go all the way back…" Banko protested yet again.
"I'm tempted to page a buddy I have in the Black Market and tell him I got something. This must be worth a fortune! And it can control powerful warriors? Forget it."
"Ya gonna get paid in yer own blood if Frieza even hears ya."
Raji shrugged, "One can dream. It would surely teach the bastard a lesson."
The sentry chuckled and took out a water container to have a drink, passing it to his colleague after having his fill.
"Alright. We've wasted enough time," Raji wiped his mouth and handed over the flask. "Let's get going before we're too late."
"Y-y-ya don't hafta tell me that!"
Raji glanced back at his work partner and saw a look of horror on his face- Banko was looking at something behind the older soldier, and when Raji turned around, his face paled as he discovered what the other was so shaken up about.
A huge, intimidating, insect-like creature was almost upon them. Banko pointed his gun at the bug and fired several lasers at it- the rays bounced off its exoskeleton like pebbles being thrown at it.
"FUCK!" Banko shouted and turned to his partner, "Run back to the base, I'll try to-"
The sentry stopped cold when he saw his comrade many yards away, arms flailing, screaming, and running for dear life.
"DOUBLE FUCK!"
Banko raced to catch up with his partner, shooting every so often at the insect roaring and chasing them down. Needless to say, it took them half the time to return to the battleground.
"HOW ARE WE GONNA GET THE HEADBAND ON IF WE CAN'T SHAKE THIS THING OFF?!" Banko shouted in a high pitched voice.
"YOU DISTRACT IT WHILE-"
A laser shot blew up in front of the soldiers, leaving a small crater in front of them. They both jumped back and looked towards a rocky hill in the distance.
"IT'S THE SNIPERS!" The guard aimed at the silhouette of a soldier atop the high ground.
"THE BUG!" Raji shouted back; the giant insectoid was ganging up on them.
The PTO officers were in between a rock and a hard place with nowhere to go. They would get shot at or eaten in the most horrible manner. Either way, they would fail their task, and if they somehow survived, Frieza would kill them for their incompetence.
"We're so fucked!"
Banko squealed while trying to protect his teammate and himself from the sniper and the bug simultaneously.
Raji saw the big monster preparing to launch its cylindrical, blood-sucking tongue at them and cowered behind his guard.
"This is it, man!"
The soldiers yelled in anticipation of the finishing blow, but it never came. Instead, they heard a gruff roar coming from an unexpected individual right before the creature erupted in a splash of green goop and entrails.
Having heard screams of terror coming from behind, Broly had turned to see two soldiers about to become dinner for a bug that was about to pierce their body with it's long tongue. The kind-hearted Saiyan had gasped, memories of him saving Lemo and Cheelai from the same situation rushing to the forefront of his mind, and the Legendary couldn't help but act out on instinct.
"BROLY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Lemo cried out to his naive friend, who was now covered in green bug juice.
Broly wiped slime off his face and looked up to where Lemo was shouting at him. He tilted his head in confusion; he had just saved these two soldiers' lives. Last time he did that, those PTO soldiers had quit the Frieza Force and had become his closest friends.
About to open his mouth to explain his actions to his orange pal, Broly let his guard down for a minute, and that was enough time for Raji to slip on the headband. The strong Saiyan's mind went blank before he could even reach for the strange object that was placed around his head.
Lemo cussed and aimed at the soldier, praying to the gods he wouldn't accidentally hit Broly, and shot a laser beam at him. The small ray of pure energy pierced right through the one soldier's head, blood rained down on the ground and the dazed, tailed warrior, and then the veteran fired at the second guard, ending his life as well.
"BROLY!" Lemo left his hiding spot and ran down the hill towards his friend to see if he was alright.
"Are you okay?" The orange senior reached for Broly's head, "Bend down for me so I can get rid of that-"
Lemo never saw the hand coming at him and slapping him away as if he were a mere fly.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Hehehehe… Hahahahahaha! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" Frieza suddenly began laughing hysterically, making Vegeta stop mid-fight.
"HE'S FINALLY MINE!"
The overlord shouted in glee, flashbacks of the days when he tried joining the elite ranked crossing his mind. He would finally be able to have a title among his people, worth, advantages… All those were now in his grasp.
The tingling sensation on the top of his head told him so; a powerful warrior was now his. Granted, the methods of obtaining said warrior were unconventional, but there was no rule among the Icejins that specified how one should go about managing their apex pet.
"You have gone off the deep end at last, have you not?" Vegeta stared at the cackling lizard. When Frieza ignored him, the Prince reared back and threw a punch at his oppressor, only to have it unexpectedly caught in a much bigger and stronger hand.
The brown haired royal looked up to see Broly's dead eyes and blank face. "Broly, what-?"
A solid collision of a large fist to Vegeta's solar plexus interrupted the smaller Saiyan and sent him flying backwards through several mountains that happened to be in the way.
"VEGETA!" Raditz, who had been keeping an eye on Frieza and Vegeta's fight, powered up and charged against the Icejin.
"I WON'T LET YA HURT MY MATE!!!"
Frieza snickered as the other tried landing a hit, although he was surprised to see yet another Super Saiyan. That didn't mean anything to him now, however.
"You insects have been busy training, I see." The tyrant aimed a right hook to Raditz's face, and the Saiyan was thrown across the air until he crashed into the rocky ground where he lay unconscious.
In the opposite direction of where Raditz landed, over destroyed, barren fields now littered with rocks and debris, Vegeta tumbled a few times on the ground until he was able to stop his momentum, joints scraped, bones fissured, and angry, purple bruises marring his otherwise perfect skin.
"F-fuuuuuck!" The Prince coughed up blood and furiously wiped his mouth with his gloved hand. He tried standing up, but his knees kept giving out.
Just then, Vegeta felt his bonded mate's ki lock onto his seconds before Kakarot and Turles appeared in front of him. He couldn't hold back a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar messy hair and innocent eyes- along with Kakarot's hideous orange attire, which he would never admit out loud that he'd grown fond of.
Goku looked around at the destruction and then at his former rival on the ground. "Vegeta! Are ya okay?!"
"Never been
-HACK-
better." Vegeta replied sarcastically as the third class helped him to his feet. "K-Kakarot, Broly is-"
Before the elite royal could finish, Goku's eyes widened at the mention of his mate's name, and he instantly teleported to Broly.
"Fucking- MORON!" Vegeta coughed up more blood.
"I see you still have a sharp tongue on you." Turles teased.
The Prince squinted his eyes at the pirate, "Fuck you. Broly- Is acting- Strange." That said, he all but dragged himself to warn the impulsive bane of his existence, leaving Turles behind.
Once Vegeta was out of sight, Turles' smirk disappeared, and he quickly pulled out the small box Bulma had given him.
"If you are listening to me, bless a clone with good luck for once, Lune."
-
"FRIEZAAAAAA!!!"
Goku screamed as he took off towards their enemy with the intention to kill him for ever hurting his loved ones. He lifted a hand and curled his fingers into a fist the moment he was fractions of a second away from punching Frieza's lights out. But all of a sudden, his knuckles met with a very hard, very familiar chest.
The Saiyan Z-Fighter pulled his hand back and shook it to get rid of the pain, "Broly? What are ya-?"
The taller alien slapped Goku away, leaving him disoriented and his ear ringing. The older warrior gave a surprised yelp and staggered back, holding the side of his head to stop the aching. Feeling wetness coming out of his ear, Goku looked at his palm to find blood.
The Earth-raised third class was shocked to see such violence coming from his kind and pure life partner; something was very, very wrong and turned worse when he saw a gold shine light the ambience. Goku snapped his head up to see Broly transformed into a Super Saiyan.
He was very confused when his mate's golden eyes settled on him. "Big Guy? What's goin' on?!"
With a roar and explosion of energy, Broly attacked Goku, forcing him to transform into a Super Saiyan as well. Even so, the shorter of the two wasn't able to defend himself against the more powerful fighter.
"BROLY, TALK T' ME!" Goku wondered why his breeding mate was angry at him, his mind going through a list of possibilities, but nothing would warrant this behavior from the Saiyan he'd fallen in love with.
"Fool! Can't you see, you dim witted
munki?!
HE IS FINALLY UNDER MY COMMAND!"
A grating voice coming from the white and purple colored tyrant cut through Goku's thoughts. He looked at Broly and gasped when he saw the golden headband on him. He remembered tossing it away instead of destroying it and became more disappointed in himself for arriving late to the battle and for not doing things the right way when he had the chance.
It was apparent the others hadn't been strong enough to stop Broly's mind from being overtaken, not even Vegeta or Bardock. Goku mentally kicked himself; in all the chaos happening, he had forgotten his circle.
He looked around for any sign of his pack and noticed at that moment the pungent scent of blood and charred flesh. It was so saturated he couldn't tell if the blood belonged to his family- at least all the dead bodies were Frieza's soldiers and that one bug that had seemingly burst into pieces.
Covering his mouth and trying not to panic, Goku sent out his ki in search of the others: Bardock, Toma, Raditz, Lemo, their life force was barely there.
A punch to his nasal cavity brought Goku back to the fight, and the smaller Saiyan shouted, nursing his broken nose in his hands. A quick snap to the side helped set the bone back, but it did make Goku bite back another shout.
Spitting out some blood that was able to get in his mouth, Goku stared at his Legendary counterpart through sad eyes, "Broly, please come back t' me!"
"It's no use, Goku. He's mine now, and I won't let anyone steal him back!" Frieza rebuked, amused when he saw the spiky haired Saiyan float to his strong pet and caress his face, even going as far to kissing Broly.
"Enough of this," the Icejin made Broly kick Goku away the moment he saw the orange clad buffoon try to subtly slip the headband off with his other hand.
Goku zipped through the air and had to transform into Super Saiyan Blue before hitting the ground to lessen the impact on himself.
"Dammit!" The third class pulled himself out of the crater he left and barely kicked off far enough to avoid a punch coming straight at him. Broly's fist destroyed the bedrock where Goku's body had been an instant ago. The blue haired warrior sighed in relief; last thing he needed was another hole where one wasn't supposed to be. He shivered when he remembered what that had felt like.
"BROLY, STOP! I DUN WANNA HURT YA!"
Goku shouted at his life partner as Broly continued attacking him; all he could do was duck and cover. He didn't have the heart to hit his mate back.
The older Saiyan knew if the fight continued like this, his Ultra Instinct form would awaken, and Broly would transform into his Legendary state to keep up with him; Goku wanted to avoid that at all costs.
It didn't take long for Goku to realize he couldn't focus enough on the battle, especially after having Broly smash his body against a cliffside. He was on the losing end, not able to defend himself against his mind-controlled mate.
When the giant Saiyan grabbed him and began charging a mouth ki blast, Goku knew it was over for him; his head would disintegrate with the amount of energy generating in the other's mouth. If Broly were anyone else, Goku would be able to fight back with all his strength and fury.
The defender of Earth closed his eyes, not wanting to see Broly's emotionless eyes. It didn't belong on his life partner's demeanor. He wanted to remember Broly's smile, his innocent expressions, his curious face, the way he looked at Goku when they were in the throes of passion…
All of a sudden, Goku couldn't feel Broly's strong grip on him nor the energy emanating from him. He opened one eye to see Vegeta in his blue state and Broly a few feet away wiping a small trail of blood from his lips.
"'Geeta?" Goku choked up when he saw who he considered his long time friend.
"KAKAROT! FUSION! NOW!"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Goku looked at his fighting partner with wide eyes and an expression of utter shock. "'Geta? Ya never initiate fusion. Did Broly hit ya too hard?"
"KAKAROT!" Vegeta snapped at the distracted Saiyan, placing two fingers on his own forehead.
"You got it." The orange clad fighter also placed his digits on his brow, and they both focused on their green friend's ki back on Earth.
They weren't expecting to have Broly suddenly appear next to them and grab their heads in each of his hands. In one fell swoop, said heads were smashed together, one step away from cracking their skulls.
The two smaller Saiyans shouted out in pain and backed away from the Legendary warrior, nursing their braincase.
"Ehehe, this brings back- Memories."
Goku said through clenched teeth, feeling a dizzy spell overcome him and a couple of tears falling down his cheeks.
Vegeta felt his eyes spinning as he erratically hovered in the air.
"Your head is- Still hard as fuck!"
He gritted out.
Two simultaneous punches sent the dazed aliens hurtling to the ground once again.
Goku dug his way out of the rubble, bleeding from several wounds, gi torn in various places, and dirt covering random parts of his clothing and skin.
"Vegetaaaaa!
Tell me how the Hell are we gonna win this battle if we can't even I.T. away t' fuse!"
"At least Bardock took out the ship and the communication system." The Prince climbed out of the hole and dusted himself off as if that would help him get cleaner. "Old cunt knows how to fuck up his enemies. If we all go down, Frieza will be stranded on a desert planetoid, in the middle of a remote galaxy, with no sense of direction on where to go, eating fucking bugs until he decides to end his own existence!"
"Oh, damn! But… What about Broly?" Goku asked, worried about his life partner's fate should they all fail.
"That is why we must not lose. Now, shut the fuck up and fight with me, you moron!"
The younger Saiyan smirked and made fists with his hands, "Right! We attack Broly, and when Frieza is distracted enough, we-"
"WATCH IT!" Vegeta rammed himself into the other, pushing themselves out of harm's way, just in time to avoid an extremely powerful energy beam being shot directly at them. Broly's attack made a deep tunnel into the planetoid, making Vegeta and Goku wonder if it pierced the core.
"SHIT! He is not even giving us a chance to come up with a plan!" The flame-haired fighter growled as he watched the dark hole for any signs of magma.
"Oh, no! At this rate, he's gonna destroy the planet!" The Earth defender cried out.
"We better think of something fast!" Vegeta dodged another ki attack that managed to burn off one side of his chest plate and singe his flesh.
Broly made a quick movement with his hands and the same energy blast curved back at the older Saiyans, this time headed towards Goku.
The dark-haired fighter ducked in time for the ki beam to pass over his head, a few hairs disintegrating as the ball of burning light zoomed by. He screamed when the same attack returned to him in an instant, too fast for him to completely avoid it. Part of his orange gi pants was incinerated on the spot, leaving one leg and part of his crotch exposed.
"That was too close!" Goku sighed in relief when he felt himself down there to check that his organs were still intact. If they all got out of this fight as victors, it would be quite a shame if he didn't have his junk anymore. At least he would still be able to feel pleasure through Vegeta…
"THAT'S IT!" The naive Saiyan suddenly exclaimed. The royal evaded another attack and raised his eyebrow at Kakarot's outburst. "I hope this works…"
Concentrating as much as he could on his future mate, Goku tapped into the link they both shared to try and communicate with Vegeta that way. The Prince felt a buzzing sensation in the center of his brain, and he knew it was Kakarot. He didn't know how, but he could feel his bonded mate entering his mind and himself entering Kakarot's.
~Kakarot, you are a genius!~
~I thought I was a moron.~
Both warriors dodged an incoming kick, followed by a punch, and used the momentum to ram their palms against Broly's arm on opposite sides, breaking cartilage and dislocating his elbow. The Legendary Super Saiyan didn't even scream, he simply busied himself with setting his arm back.
~Most of the time you ARE a moron!~
~Well, yeah. I said 'yes' t' being yer breedin' mate…~
Vegeta bit back a chuckle at Kakarot's smart mouth- mind, and while their opponent was healing his injury, they synchronized their thoughts even further until they were ready to attack as one warrior in two separate bodies.
Using their unique bond, Goku and Vegeta fought in tandem against the powerful Saiyan. It was like fusion, only their bodies weren't melded together, and that gave them an advantage regardless of not being as strong as their fusion counterparts.
As the battle continued and the duo kept splitting Frieza's attention between the two of them through Broly, the bonded mates began gaining the upper hand right up to the moment they were working towards; they were able to find an opening in Broly's defense and struck.
"NOW!"
Vegeta and Goku shouted and reached for the headband together, dislodging it from the Saiyan's head. They fired at the metallic ringlet, obliterating it in its entirety.
"NOOOOOOO!"
The Emperor screamed as he saw the band explode into dust. He wasn't able to feel the connection to Broly's mind anymore.
Life returned to the gentle giant's eyes as he staggered in the air a bit, grabbing his head and blinking several times. "Wha- What happened?"
"Broly!" Goku exclaimed with pure joy at seeing his mate back.
"YOU ABOMINATIONS WILL PAY FOR THIS!"
Before Goku was able to embrace his life partner, he heard Frieza scream right before a flash of light blinded him. Two twin energy beams hit Goku square in the chest as well as Vegeta, injuring them both enough for the duo to drop down from the darkening sky.
Broly watched in shock as his mate and the Prince plunge to the ground. In a flash, he zipped downwards and caught Kakarot before he hit the rocky floor. He hurried to catch Vegeta, but was surprised when an injured Raditz leapt out of nowhere to stop the smaller Saiyan's fall.
The kind-hearted warrior handed Kakarot over to his older brother, who took them to a safe place, and turned to glare at the monster who dared hurt the Saiyan that mattered the most to him.
Broly screamed with all his might and fury. His ki skyrocketed and bathed the ambience in an eerie green. The air crackled with electricity, the bedrock rumbled as the entire planetoid shook, and Broly's eyes glowed red before fragmenting and disappearing.
"NOBODY HURTS MY MATE!"
Frieza felt the Legendary's voice pierce through his flesh and rattle his bones and quickly ascended to his golden form in time for Broly to sock him in the face. The Icejin tumbled through the air a few times until he was able to stop himself.
"That one was for free." He grinded out and raised his ki even further beyond before charging at the green-glowing Saiyan.
Back on the ground, Raditz kept his brother and husband safe from any stray ki blasts or flying debris, waiting until they came to.
Vegeta was the first to groan and sit up. "Raditz?" He squinted at his mate- the rainbow before the storm. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH LEMO!"
"I-I was, but… Things got dicey, and I had to intervene!"
"I told you to remain safe! You deliberately disobeyed me!"
"What he means, Rad, is that he loves ya too." Goku interrupted in a weak voice; he could feel Vegeta's concern and care for the long-haired Saiyan. The Saiyan elite just had a hard time expressing it through words.
Raditz chuckled and helped Kakarot into a sitting position. "I gathered as much. He ain't too keen to say how he really feels." He received a bonk on the head for that.
"Where's Broly?!" Goku asked, looking around until he spotted him fighting with their enemy.
"Frieza has become stronger." Vegeta concluded after a few minutes of observing them. "Broly is struggling to keep up."
"Damn! Frieza's more powerful than the Legendary?" Raditz was shocked. "Then why did he need Broly to fight for him?"
"Because he's an Icejin. It is what they do." The royal deadpanned.
"Whaddaya say, Prince?" Goku turned to smile at his old sparring partner, "Should Gogeta help Broly out, and together, eliminate that tyrant once and for all?"
Vegeta felt a shiver go into his tail at the unexpected use of his title. "I suppose one last battle would not be amiss."
"Yer gonna fuse?" Raditz asked. "Ya two can't even stand, let alone do that silly dance."
"Raditz, I swear…" Vegeta pinched his nose.
Goku got to his feet and shook off any pains and cricks he had, swishing his tail once or twice before wrapping it around his waist again. "Let's do this, 'Geta!"
The flame-haired royal stood up and readied himself to fuse. Then he noticed his spouse eagerly watching them.
"TURN AROUND, YOU DUMBASS!!!"
"GODS, yer so hormonal!" Raditz shouted back and pivoted angrily on his feet, crossing his arms and staring back at the battle.
Once the other wasn't watching, the two second strongest Saiyans prepared to do the steps to create Gogeta.
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"FUUUU-SION-HAA!"
Two spirals of energy and light shot out of the two Saiyan warriors, one red and one blue, intertwining together and merging with one another. Once the initial explosion of power died down, a lone warrior stood in place of Goku and Vegeta.
Gogeta had once again reemerged on Planetoid Vampa.
The fusion examined themselves, cracked their neck, and took a deep breath, preparing themselves for battle; the air was oversaturated with the smell of death. Gogeta sensed eyes on themselves and turned their face to see a tall Saiyan with a long mane looking at them with hunger in his eyes and a tent forming in his under armor.
"Hmph! A bit eager, aren't you?" Gogeta asked with an arrogant smirk.
Raditz gulped, "I just- Really wanna jump ya…"
The powerful warrior strutted towards the horny Latcher and smoothed a hand over Raditz's chest plate, "Your timing couldn't be worse. We have a cold-hearted monster to take care of before we take care of this." Gogeta tapped the tip of the other's erection. "Now, be a good boy and stay safe for us, keep the others out of harm. It's time we end this battle."
"W-whatever ya say, Gogeta." Raditz shivered as the fusion gave his boner a light squeeze before taking off towards Broly and Frieza.
The merged fighter sped up towards their target, taking Frieza by surprise as they shot a ki ray at his tail, injuring it badly. The overlord screamed in pain as he felt his flesh burn.
"WHO DID THAT?!"
Gogeta hovered in the air with a smug expression, "It was us. We're back for our long due fight!"
Broly wiped a trail of blood dripping from his lips and stared at the warrior that had almost killed him a long time ago; a warrior he'd also enjoyed physically. A tint of pink colored the Legendary's cheeks.
"You! You freaks joined together!" The Icejin seethed.
"And we're going to kick your ass for what you've done, Frieza! We'll send you back to Hell permanently!" Gogeta pointed their finger at the tyrant.
The warlord laughed disdainfully and shouted back, "HA! It is you who'll meet their demise by my hand!"
"Big words from such a lowly lifeform!"
Frieza screamed in fury at the insult and charged at the fusion; the fight that would decide everyone's future began.
The two powerful beings fought for a very long while until Gogeta realized their opponent wasn't going down easily. "Broly! You're missing out on all the fun!"
Broly snapped out of his trance from seeing the graceful warrior fight against the lizard. He concluded that, indeed, he was letting a glorious opportunity pass him by to fight side by side with Gogeta. It wasn't every day that he could team up with someone more powerful than he was.
So it was that Gogeta and Broly joined forces to put an end to their oppressor once and for all. They fought like comrades who had won epic battles together, comrades who intimately knew their fighting style and used that knowledge to best their enemies, comrades who were once enemies, and now, had turned into allies, even sharing the pleasures of the flesh together.
The upper hand the two Saiyan warriors were gaining was suddenly taken away from them the moment the Icejin powered up even further and landed a solid punch to Gogeta's jaw, sending the fusion careening into a cliffside. Raditz was quick to go to them to see if Gogeta was okay, only to find his brother and the Prince instead.
"HAHAHA! SEE, YOU FILTHY MUNKIS! My power has no equal!"
Broly growled and charged at the lizard fiend, only to receive a lightning fast uppercut, dazing him and making him lose control of his transformation. Eventually, the Legendary Super Saiyan reverted to his base form, confused, exhausted, and scared.
The victory the pack had in their grasp was taken away from them in an instant.
-
Two powerful Saiyan warriors climbed out of the crater on the mountain side with Raditz's aide, shaken and utterly puzzled to find themselves back in their own bodies when it hadn't been thirty minutes yet for the fusion to dissolve.
"Ya guys need to fuse again! Broly ain't gonna beat Frieza by himself in his current form!" Raditz exclaimed with worry.
"Fusion does not work that way. We need to wait half a degree before we can join bodies once again." Vegeta said in a downcast voice.
Goku gave a few steps before his knees buckled, and he tumbled to the ground. "We- Gotta help him. No matter what!"
"We have lost, Kakarot!" The Prince barked out to his former rival. "It is no use to even try."
"DUN SAY THAT! Whatever happened t' yer pride?! Where's the Vegeta that wouldna ever give up?!" The younger of the three rounded on his future life partner with ire and disappointment in his eyes.
The royal elite turned his gaze away, unable to face the naive Saiyan's judgmental glare. "That Vegeta… No longer exists."
Raditz shook his head and scoffed, unwilling to believe a word his prince had just muttered. "Lies."
"And soon none of you will exist as well!"
Their opponent's grating voice interrupted their thoughts as Frieza touched down near them with a limp Broly in his grasp. The tyrant tossed the legendary warrior at them and cackled evilly. "I cannot be beaten! Not even by your strongest fighter. And the best part is that I've discovered a transformation beyond my golden form- AND I HAVE UNLOCKED IT!"
Goku and Vegeta tensed up when the reptilian overlord confessed to possessing a greater power than he had now. Their eyes widened as Frieza began charging up his ki to unmeasurable levels, golden and black light enveloping him. Vampa's crust began breaking apart as the planetoid shook again stronger than before. Magma began surfacing.
"Broly!" Raditz called out over the rumbling of the land, "Ya okay to fly?!"
At the larger Saiyan's nod, Raditz grabbed his brother and the Prince and flew off to where his parents were, with Broly hot on his trail.
Back where the older couple lay, Toma began regaining consciousness as he felt the ground shake dangerously. He turned to check on Bardock, finding him still out cold and the others gathered around. Broly was terribly injured, bruises and blood wherever Toma's eyes landed; Raditz was tending to Vegeta and his third born, who didn't look that well off either; and further in the distance, the tanned Latcher was able to make out Frieza's form surrounded by an aura of intimidating energy.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
"It's Frieza!" Raditz replied to his source. "He's ascending beyond his golden form!"
"Impossible…" Toma shook his head slowly and averted his eyes for a second before focusing them on the dastardly being in front of them. "He's a true monster! I've never imagined a power like this was possible! The legendary is supposed to be the strongest warrior, but not even Broly’s strength can be measured to Frieza's now!"
The gentle giant was crestfallen, "I'm sorry."
"Ya did yer best, Big Guy." Goku leaned over to wrap his arms around his mate as far as he could.
"Heheh- We ain't gonna make it, are we?" Raditz chuckled nervously, but the disheartenment in his tone left no doubt as to how he was really feeling.
Vegeta looked up at the long haired Latcher, at a loss for words. He knew Bulma would revive them, even if it would be one by one. It would take a damn long time, however, until all of them were reunited again.
"AFTER I FINISH YOU ALL, EARTH IS NEXT! YOU WON'T EVER COME BACK FROM THE HELL I'M SENDING YOU TO!"
Frieza laughed maniacally as he began to morph into his ascended golden form.
'So much for that plan.'
The royal thought to himself. "Come now. We shall go out on our feet. As Saiyan warriors." Vegeta said as he wobbly stood up.
The others followed, Toma carrying Bardock in his arms (he would not let his mate die on the ground like an animal). Wrapping his tail around Raditz's to get his attention, the former elite said in a low voice, "Brat, I've never told you this, but you've done me proud."
He felt his second cub tighten his tail around his, and then Toma turned to look at Kakarot, "I'm glad I was able to meet you, Cub. Thank you for giving us this time together."
Goku looked back at his side parent and fought to hold in his emotions, "I'm glad I got t' meet my circle, the real you and not the heartless Saiyans I thought ya guys were." He finished the sentence with a smile.
The young Z-Fighter gazed at his unconscious carrier and brushed a lock of Bardock's hair out of his eyes. "Ya too, Baba. See ya when this is all over."
The tyrant felt his blood rush with adrenaline, seeing the looks of defeat of these weeds known as Saiyans.
"BEHOLD MY GREATEST TRANS-AAGHK!"
On the side of his neck, Frieza suddenly felt a stabbing pain. His hand shot up and grabbed the object that had been embedded in his skin, pulling it out.
It was an empty syringe.
The Icejin turned around only to see Turles in his Super Saiyan form, standing there, breathing hard, and with a winner's smirk on his face.
"Forgot about me?"
"You-" Frieza's eyes opened wide, "YOU'RE ALIVE?!"
"What can I say?" The pirate shrugged. "Pests are hard to get rid of~"
Feeling his rage build up to exponential levels, Frieza raised his hand to fire at the transgressor but saw his own flesh begin to dissolve into foam. "What in Hell-?" He felt a loss of sensation on his tail and turned back to see it was also melting.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!" In one hand, the overlord still held the small, glass tube he had been pricked with. "WHAT IS THIS?!" His digits lost consistency and the syringe fell to the floor along with bits and pieces of his effervescing skin.
In the distance, Goku slowly began scooting away from the scene that involved a needle. Vegeta yanked him back by his tail before the taller Saiyan could make a run for the hills.
"This is a clever mix, fashioned by Bulma with Whis' help. It's a type of soul dissolver." Turles drawled, looking at his fingernails. "You won't be walking this off."
"A sho- thoul… Wait- NO!" Frieza's mouth began diluting. He had to use ki to hold himself up as his legs began pouring onto the dirt.
"WY KI!" The tyrant tried speaking. He could feel his energy disappearing into a void slowly.
"This potion dissolves EVERYTHING. Your body, your ki, and your essence. Everything that is you is being deleted permanently, molecule by molecule, until you're nothing but a mere, horrible memory." Turles spat out at the Saiyans' gravest enemy.
Having heard the renegade's words, the others took a sharp breath and winced as Frieza's golden form morphed into his fourth form, then the third, until he reached his base form.
Turles swished his tail scornfully and walked up to the frothy being, staring at him in disdain. "In time, not even the memory of you will exist." He watched with a sinister sense of satisfaction as Frieza's face began to melt right off his skull.
The Icejin wasn't able to talk at this point, but his last thought was: if he was going down, he would take at least one
munki
down with him. With great effort, Frieza lifted the stub of an arm he had left and fired multiple beams at the dark-skinned traitor.
Several rays of energy pierced through Turles' body, damaging vital organs and causing blood to flow freely from the new holes. With a surprised shout, the pirate fell to his knees, losing his transformation, and covering his wounds to try and stop them from bleeding.
"TURLES!"
The clone heard Kakarot and Raditz's voices in his foggy mind. Quickly, he reached into his armor pocket, praying to the gods it was still there, and sighed-coughed when he felt the small bean in a corner- he had stolen a Senzu from Cheelai during one of their romps and had kept it there in case of an emergency.
Before he could pop the green legume in his mouth, however, he saw Frieza aiming at Kakarot. "WATCH OUT!" He shouted to get the others' attention, not expecting Raditz to act on instinct and jump in the way of the blast.
"NOOOOO!!!" Turles screamed with all his might as the energy beam caught his crush right in the chest. Raditz's body fell to the floor at the same time Frieza became a puddle of fizzy goo that started evaporating into nothingness.
"RADITZ!" Vegeta cried out and turned his wheezing mate around to see a gaping hole in his chest. "Nononono!"
Bardock flopped to the ground as Toma rushed to his second born's side, pushing the Prince out of the way to get to Raditz. His breath caught when he saw all the blood flowing out from his offspring.
"MY CUB! NO!!! LUNE, PLEASE, NOT AGAIN!"
This time, Goku couldn't hold in his emotions and let them pour out, "YA IDIOT! WHY'D YA DO THAT?!"
Raditz chuckled brokenly as he looked at Kakarot, "Cuz, silly. Yer my baby bro-ther."
A few yards away, Turles was observing the circle bawl over the dying Saiyan. The pack was worried about Raditz, yet nobody was concerning themselves over him. Nobody was running to him. Nobody was shedding tears for him.
"Heh. Figures." The space pirate looked at the small bean in his hand; it would be wasted on him.
"Hey- Broly!" He called out to the large warrior. "Catch!"
The legendary nabbed the Senzu in midair, but he struggled between giving it back or giving it to Raditz.
"St-op stalling- And save h-him!" Turles reassured the indecisive alien.
In the end, Broly pulled his mate away from the long haired Latcher so he could feed Raditz the magical bean.
The Synthetic Saiyan sighed in relief. Raditz would be spared from death this time, and Turles was glad he could change his one-sided love's destiny. He couldn't change his own though; it would be a small price to pay.
"Guess- I'll be seeing y-you soon. Rocket, my b-brothers… And Broko." With those final words, Turles let his body fall to the ground, and he welcomed the darkness.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Beeping sounds, odd smells, shuffling of bodies around, tinkering of metallic objects, conversations- some voices he could recognize, others were unfamiliar. Everything hurt… In the bad way. He wanted silence to envelope him, darkness, to stop the pain.
~It's not your time, child.~
Turles woke up with a start and sat up on the cot he was resting in, startling Bulma and the doctors that were operating on him. Pain seized the injured clone, and he let himself flop back down with a grunt.
"I don't understand," one surgeon commented in puzzlement, "Those sedatives can put down a horse!"
Bulma neared the alien, "Turles, we need to give you more sedatives to put you under. We can't patch you up while you're conscious."
"Put me under?" The weakened warrior asked. "You fuckers- Aren't putting me… Under nothing."
"You want us to sew your wounds up while being awake, Sweetheart?" Bulma cocked an eyebrow.
"Been through- Worse pain." Turles muttered.
The anesthesiologist placed another injection in the I.V., but before it could be pressed, it was yanked out and destroyed.
"I'm not… Going to be unconscious-" Turles strained his voice since a lung was injured badly.
The blue-haired scientist softened her expression and took the Saiyan's hand in hers, "I'm here, Turles. You trust me, don't you?"
"I trust… Nobody." The space pirate replied, pulling away his hand.
-
Just outside the operating room doors, the pack was waiting with bated breath, some seated, others unable to stay still. Raditz was pacing in the hallway, Goku had his eyes fixated on his older brother walking back and forth, Vegeta was leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and mood down the drain, Bardock was almost fully recovered and looked a few decades older, and Toma had his tail wrapped around his mate's good arm, as if he would slip away from him at any moment.
Broly was nowhere to be seen.
"STOP PACING!" The Prince suddenly shouted at his husband.
"Yer in a sunny mood…" Goku sarcastically commented.
"Fuck you, Kakarot." Vegeta was in no mood for his bonded mate's attitude. He was feeling bad enough, not having been able to protect his pack as a leader should; it was his job as royalty and Center. It was no wonder Bardock had more authority over the others. If only the old goat had still been conscious, maybe-
A bloody scream leaked through the spaces between the doors and the frame, stopping all movement and thoughts from the group of concerned aliens.
Raditz stared at the entrance and took a step towards it, halting only when he felt Vegeta grab his tail in warning.
"Do not go in there."
"They're killing him!" The long-hair Latcher argued back. Turles had saved his life, and Raditz felt he needed to return the favor and save his former mentor.
"Hmph! Our wife will do no such thing. Turles is with the best healers this planet has to offer. My bet is the maniac did not desire to be put under a tranquilizer." The short royal huffed in annoyance.
Goku perked up, horrified, and stared at Vegeta, "Why would he do that?!"
The flame-haired warrior gave his sparring partner a look. "Last time I checked, you would not let a needle near you, and you are placing blame on Turles?"
The Earth's savior stood up abruptly, tail puffed out. "I'd NEVER let a needle near me! Ya saw how evil shots can be! Didna ya see how Frieza melted like ice cream on a sidewalk?"
On cue, Goku's stomach grumbled.
"Of course
you
would get hungry at a time like this." Vegeta's tail whipped angrily.
"I'm nervous, okay?" The younger Saiyan pouted.
Another scream of wretched agony reached the pack's ears, and they all tensed.
"THAT DOES IT!" Bardock shot out of his seat and stormed towards the operating room.
"You shall do no such thing, Bardock!" Vegeta warned the hot tempered geezer.
Before going through the double doors, Bardock turned around to deliver one last quip at the Prince of All Saiyans. "Suck my cock." And he entered the place where his clone was being tortured.
"What is all this shit?" He asked as he observed the miscellaneous devices and tubes, all looking nothing like the Tuffle technology they had back on their planet. "Don't ya humans have healing tanks?!"
A nurse rushed over and tried ushering him back outside; it was akin to moving a mountain. In the end, Bardock shoved her away like one would flick a tiny balled up piece of paper.
"You can't be in here, Bardock." Bulma spoke through her mask. "This is a sterile-"
"Save it." The war veteran lifted a hand and approached the bane of his existence. "Yer puny germs won't do shit to our immune system. Turles!"
The Saiyan in question opened his eyes slowly and flinched when he saw his older look alike. "Came to- Join the party?"
"What the fuck do ya think yer doing, ya pain slut?!" Bardock snapped.
The trickster looked down to see a modest erection, according to Saiyan standards, tenting his hospital gown. "Heh. Never fails. I don't- Trust these people."
Bardock wiggled his finger towards Bulma, "Give him the sedative." He then grabbed Turles' shoulder and arm and held it down.
"Bardock! You- Fucking catcher!" The renegade tried dislodging the older Saiyan's hands, but he was simply too drained. Bardock was also stronger- much stronger.
Bulma quickly signaled for the anesthesiologist to replace the I.V. and add the tranquilizer. Turles went limp after the pathetic fight against the less injured fighter.
"I believe 'thanks' is in order. The surgeons were a bit on edge, operating while the patient was still awake… And aroused." The blue-eyed mother of two replied with a shake of her head.
"Will ya… Be able to fix him up?" Bardock asked, scratching his nose with his good hand.
Bulma left the other surgeons for a moment to meet with her 'MIL' outside the O.R.. The other Saiyans immediately gathered around her and began bombarding her with questions until she raised her hand.
"I'm not going to sugarcoat it, guys. Turles' vital organs have received a lot of damage. We're doing everything we can, but it's still a time of uncertainty. We're also going to need more blood." The genius explained.
"On it!" Toma volunteered without a second thought.
"What blood type are you?" Bulma asked the valid question.
"Blood type?"
"We do not have blood types, Woman." Vegeta interjected. "Saiyans have one kind of blood: the best."
Bulma sighed and rubbed her forehead, "Alright, but I'm going to need someone else to help. Toma can give only so much."
Goku hid behind his brother, his tail wrapping around one of Raditz's beefy legs.
"I'll give out my-"
"I'll do it." Bardock interrupted his second born. When everyone stared at him with their mouths open, he added, "What?!"
"I'm not questioning a good thing." The multi-billionaire shrugged. "Alright, you two. Follow Vegeta, he knows where the lab is. I need to get back in there."
The short royal couldn't even argue with his and Raditz's wife after she quickly disappeared through the doors. He could only harrumph and start towards the laboratory, Bardock diligently following him.
"Are you coming, brats?" Toma asked his cubs.
Goku shook his head vigorously and hid further behind Raditz.
"I'll keep an eye on him." The younger Latcher reassured his source.
Toma rolled his eyes, knowing exactly why Raditz wanted to stay behind. Ever since the long-haired Saiyan was almost killed and promptly recovered, Kakarot's scent towards his taller sibling had changed; it was more concentrated, free of impurities such as resentment, doubt, and obligation.
"Alright, just remember to check on Broly. He's been outside on his own for too long." The tanned warrior suggested.
"Sure thing, Toma." Goku peeked over Raditz's shoulder by standing on his toes.
Toma nodded and jogged after his mate and the Prince.
-
Capsule Corp. was an immense complex full of buildings, gardens of all shapes and colors, huge animal sanctuaries, pathways with resting places, and bodies of water with fishing docks and running tracks alongside them.
Near one of the still ponds, under one of the many trees that provided fresh air to the eco-friendly compound, Broly sat quietly, legs crossed, eyes closed. The youngest pack member took in a deep breath, trying to calm down his garbled mind.
It had been a little over a cycle since they had defeated Frieza and teleported to Earth, the Lookout specifically, Raditz carrying a moribund Turles and Toma carrying a passed out Bardock. They had looked for Dende but found he was on Namek helping to tweak their Dragon Balls that were about to become active any moment now.
Vegeta had directed the group to the second best place; Capsule Corp., and teleported them directly to his wife's bedroom, startling the daylights out of her as the Prince yanked Bulma out of her comfortable bed.
She had screamed in the royal's face, telling him she had the mother of all hangovers (Krillin's birthday party had been a huge success), but when she spotted the state Turles was in, the blue-haired scientist immediately called in her best medical team, guessing Dende wasn't available.
The team's response couldn't have come sooner, and when they had arrived, they all went to work on the dying Saiyan pirate, while some on-call nurses tended to the other injured warriors, very familiar with Bulma's first alien husband with how much he would get wounded.
Eventually, Bardock had woken up, had been filled in by Kakarot, and had surprisingly kept quiet when he heard that Turles had saved Raditz's life. After being discharged, the bandana-clad Saiyan had asked Vegeta where the operating room was, and everyone had promptly gathered outside it, waiting, praying, keeping themselves busy how ever they could.
Broly had decided to go outside to meditate. His reasoning? His mind was weak.
Nobody had questioned it, and the gentle giant had chosen a peaceful spot by the body of water reflecting the blue sky.
His attempt at meditating was cut short when he felt two familiar presences approaching.
"Hey, Big Guy."
The sweet voice of his mate brought a smile to his lips.
"Ya okay?"
And there was Kakarot's brother, someone Broly would most likely have to share with. Not that he minded, Kakarot had a heart big enough for everyone. And ever since the battle, the shorter Saiyan wouldn't leave his sibling's side.
"I'm trying to be okay." Broly replied calmly as the two Saiyans sat in front of him.
"Ya know… Sex really helps in times like these." Raditz offered.
Goku snorted and covered his mouth. "It reminds me of the first time we tried meditatin', ey, Broly?"
The Legendary Saiyan lit up at the memories of the first time he was intimate with Kakarot. "It was different back then. I was different."
"And look how much ya've grown." The smaller of the trio grinned brightly, trying to hang onto anything positive in this dark time.
"We've all grown," Raditz added in a serious tone, "And we all got a lot more to work on. ALL of us."
"Like you bottoming for others." Goku teased his brother, making Raditz beet red and Broly laugh.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
After hours of top tier surgery, Bulma's hired medical staff called it a night. They had done everything they could, and now, Turles' recovery depended on him and the gods that watched over him.
During the operation, Bulma had been able to learn many new things about Saiyan anatomy, and she couldn't wait to discuss this freshly acquired information with the others.
She had also learned a tad bit of personal particulars about this specific Saiyan warrior; it had peaked her interest, to say the least.
A groan coming from the hospital cot alerted the blue-haired scientist that Turles was waking up, and she was by his side almost instantly.
"Welcome back to us, Turles." Bulma said with a smile.
"Wa-ter…"
The pirate requested in a raspy voice.
Bulma raised the upper half of the bed and gave the pirate a glass of ice. "No fluids after anesthesia, Turles. Apologies."
Turles glared at the human and raised his ki enough to melt the ice just to spite Vegeta and Raditz's mate.
As he was gulping down the water, the scientist purposely asked what could be a very private question- two could play at this game.
"So who's Broko?"
Turles choked on the water, and some of it shot out his nose. After coughing out the drops from his lungs and sinuses- a very unpleasant experience, especially after a major operation-, the trickster gritted out, "How do you know that name?"
Casually grabbing a nearby towel and drying the Saiyan's front carefully, Bulma explained, "You were muttering his name after the operation… While you were still unconscious."
Turles cussed in his mind and would later curse the fact that he couldn't think straight. At the moment, he didn't seem to care about sharing some of his personal life with the human that had helped save him.
"He was… Another clone like me- A Snow Saiyan clone. We were childhood friends, then became lovers. We would've become mates if it weren't for Paragus."
Bulma arched an eyebrow, "I know I've heard that name before."
"It's Broly's bastard of a source." Turles clarified. "And… He was Broko's guardian, a terrible one at that. In fact, that's the reason I strived to become stronger, the reason I planted the Tree of Might here, and why I was banished from Saiyan society."
"Wait a minute." The C.E.O. held up her hands, "This is quite a load you just threw at me. Did the Great Turles, Renegade Space Pirate, go through all the tree trouble… For love?"
Said space pirate's eye twitched and the corners of his lips lowered into a scowl. "You have the pack and my injuries to thank for still being alive after saying that." Bulma smiled at the empty threat and gave Turles a chance to gather his thoughts.
"Broko was my first and only one, even before Ra- Well, before anyone else. Paragus took him away from me and force mated with him."
Bulma gasped and covered her mouth, "You're not saying what I think you're saying…" At Turles' nod, she continued. "Have you told Broly?"
The clone chuckled and regretted it when pain flared up his entire body, "By now, you ought to know Saiyans suck at emotional talk. And trust me, there will be strong feelings, and I don't think the Legendary is ready for that."
The human thought for a moment, "You know, I could break the news to him if you'd like."
"Nice knowing you." Turles joked and took another sip of water just as a familiar form appeared out of nowhere.
"DAMMIT, GOKU!" Bulma shouted at the insolent teleporter, grabbing her chest.
"Turles! Yer alright!" Goku ignored his friend's glare and bent down to hug the pirate.
"KAKAR-EEEK!"
The cup in Turles' hand was squeezed as the lovable Saiyan embraced the injured one- water spilled everywhere.
"Goku! He's still recovering from surgery, for fuck's sake!" The mother of two screamed at the overly emotional being.
"Heheh, my bad." Goku said as he released a gasping Turles. "I'm just happy t' see he's alive."
The doors to the operating room swung open abruptly and three more entered; Vegeta, Raditz, and Broly.
"Hey! Yer alive!" Raditz stomped to the cot, tail wagging, ignoring Turles' scared look, shaking head, and outstretched arms.
"DON'T YOU-HURK!"
"RADITZ! GET OFF HIM!" Bulma slapped his second husband's back several times until her hand began hurting. "I just told your brother to be careful with him!"
"Sentimental morons. Both of them." Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Huh?" Raditz turned around to look at his mate and accidentally slapped Turles' face with his tail.
"WHY DON'T YOU ALL JUST KILL ME ONCE AND FOR ALL?!" The pirate screamed.
"Because that were my job." A gruff voice came from the entrance.
"Are you going to hug me too, Bardy?" Turles asked in a mocking tone.
"Fuck off." Bardock grunted when Toma jabbed his elbow on his bad arm.
"You promised!"
Toma whispered angrily.
Turles turned his attention to the tallest Saiyan in the room, throwing all thoughts about his and Bulma's previous conversation, "Let me guess, you want to hug me too?"
The fidgety Saiyan nodded, making the dark-skinned patient sigh.
"Well, bring it here before I come back to my senses. I'm still high on that shit they gave me, no thanks to that old
iyagi
behind you." Turles cringed as the behemoth took two steps towards him but was surprised at the gentle embrace he received.
Vegeta cackled as Bardock started cussing Turles in their native language for being called the equivalent of an old goat; Toma held him back from the hem of his leggings.
"You smell like you've been busy with Kakarot and Raditz~" Turles purred in Broly's ear, making the tall and burly warrior stand up straight and back away, blushing.
"It would've been sad if you died," was the shy Saiyan's only response.
"You would've missed my hot ass." The clone smirked.
"What would've become of Cheelai, I wonder." Bulma teased the pirate before Broly could get any redder. "That reminds me, how was it?"
Turles laughed and consequently coughed, groaning as pain shot across his torso again. "A success- Ow! Why the fuck did you chose me to kill that lizard?!"
"Because Goku is terrified of needles." The genius explained in a cheerful tone. "He wouldn't have been able to carry out the task."
Goku gulped and started feeling uncomfortable as he realized how many needles there must be in this room. "I um- We better get something t' eat." Grabbing Broly by the hand, the Z-Fighter lead him towards the exit, looking back one more time at the recovering pirate and flashing him with a sunny smile.
"When do I get to eat?" Turles asked the mastermind.
"Just say the word and I'll ring for room service!" Bulma informed him. "Seeing as you know what you're doing."
"I'd like to eat right now." Turles' stomach gave a low rumble to back up his words.
"We should all get something to eat." Raditz casually mentioned as he followed Broly and Kakarot's lead. "See ya soon, Turles."
"How about it, Love? You want seconds?" Toma asked his mate.
"Ya'll go on ahead without me," Bardock replied, his intense stare falling on Bulma. "I need a minute with the clone."
"Hmm. I'll allow this, but if I find one hair on his head missing-" The human warned as she marched up to the older Saiyan and lifted a finger in warning.
Bardock lowered Bulma's threatening pointer finger and softened his gaze. "He'll be fine."
"He shall answer to me if he dares take advantage of a downed warrior." Vegeta huffed and turned tail towards the dining area.
Toma gave Bardock and Turles a worried look but he smelled no ill intentions in his life partner. "Don't take too long." He left along with Bulma, and the two Saiyans were finally alone.
The renegade looked at his model with reluctance in his dark grey eyes, "Listen. If you stayed behind to lecture me about how I could've done things better and avoided-"
Bardock suddenly marched up to the cot, startling Turles as he leaned in, placed a hand behind the pirate's head, and pressed their foreheads together.
The Synthetic Saiyan's eyes widened, and he gasped. "What the-"
"Shut up. This ain't easy for me." Bardock interrupted and took a deep breath. "Thank you. For saving my son's life."
The trickster's mouth fell to the floor, "You sure you're alright? Maybe you should ask Bulma to be tested."
"I'm being serious, Turles." Bardock stood up. "I- I had a vision of Raditz getting blasted in the chest, I was sure he would die. You managed to alter his fate by risking yours."
"You're going soft on me, Old Man. Besides, I knew Bulma would fix me somehow." Turles played off the emotional moment. "Remember, weeds don't die easily."
"A Saiyan that saves one of my own ain't a weed."
Turles was about to remark with something witty, but a gasp escaped him instead as his prototype grabbed the sheet and tore it off the pirate's body, leaving him only in those strange, one-sided Earth gowns.
"What- What are you…" The Synthetic Saiyan tensed when Bardock lifted the gown up to his midsection, exposing his lower half.
"Whaddaya think I'm doing? Yer supposed to be smart like me, unlike my idiot brats." The older warrior barked out as he kneeled between Turles' legs on the cot.
Somewhere in the cafeteria, Raditz and Goku suddenly sneezed simultaneously.
"But you- Oooooh, Goddess of Mercy…" Turles' toes curled as he saw his number one opposition bend down and take his soft dick into his mouth- it took two seconds to get it as hard as a rock.
Running his tongue up the underside, Bardock sucked on the glans, dipped the tip of his oral muscle into Turles' urethra, and pulled up, giving Turles a heated look as a string of precum mixed with saliva dangled from his lips.
The Commander let out a drawn out moan and ducked again, opening his mouth wide and moving Turles' cock from side to side as his tongue continued licking the shaft all over. The back of his warm throat teased the pirate's cockhead, tightening and loosening up rhythmically, massaging the tip like only Bardock could.
Then, all of a sudden, Bardock clamped down on Turles' dick and dragged his sharp teeth up the shaft until he was biting the very end of the glans. The clone cried out in pleasure as pain rippled down his member and into his loins.
Two calloused hands smoothed across a pair of muscular, chocolate thighs, one hand stopping to grab Turles' jewels while the other parted his slit.
Bardock pulled up, panting, and smirked at the blushing renegade, "Fuck yerself with yer tail."
"G-gods!" Turles obediently brought his tail up and entered his moist passage, groaning as his furry appendage slid right in as far as it could go.
Down the cock-master went once more, sucking Turles hard, squeezing his balls in a tight grip and releasing them sporadically, and running his fingernails down Turles' leg, leaving angry welts on his skin.
Turles grabbed his own spiky hair in his hands and moaned loudly, rocking his hips into Bardock's talented mouth. He needed only a bit more, just a little more pain. And when he least expected it, Bardock bit right under his cockhead and sent a pulse of ki to his mouth, a little stronger than usual, knowing that Turles would enjoy the extra zing. His nails dug into the trickster's leg, breaking skin, and he aggressively compressed the other's sac between his palm and Turles' own body.
The dark-skinned Saiyan howled out as he came in large bursts that went directly onto Bardock's tongue and were promptly swallowed. The paler warrior kept jamming his hand against Turles' balls and pressing deeper inside the clone's thigh muscle.
"FUCK, BARDOOOOOCK!" Turles never thought he'd scream that name with such passion pouring out of him. It felt as if a new page had been turned in their long history of hating each other. Once Bardock let off and the pirate regained his senses, however, Turles clamped down on this new emotion and buried it deep inside; it wouldn't do to get his hopes up too high.
It was time to play it cool again.
"You…
Truuuuuly
are the god of cocksucking."
Bardock lifted his head and licked his lips, "And if ya ever tell anyone about this-"
"You'll do unspeakable things to me. Probably make me eat my own tail while it is still attached." The Classless Saiyan smirked and pulled out his tail, presenting it to 'The Mouth of a Thousand Dick's to clean up.
Bardock grinned and scoffed at the audacity but licked the tail clean nonetheless. That was when he heard footsteps running towards the O.R..
"Shit…" He could feel Toma's ki getting closer, and he rushed to the exit, leaving his clone to recover on his own from the (most definitely) best blowjob he'd ever received.
"Bardock!" The tanned Latcher waved to his mate when he saw him exit the room.
"What's all the noise?" The Commander asked.
"Kakarot received a telepathic message from that young Namekian. The Dragon Balls will be ready in a couple of degrees!"
Bardock's eyes widened, and he stepped back inside the surgery room, blocking the doors so Toma couldn't enter and smell the scent of arousal inside.
"Ya heard that Turles? Yer gonna get yer wish soon."
The darker Saiyan sat up with a little difficulty and stared disbelievingly at his model. "I suppose this means I'll get my body restored completely…"
"Indeed." Bardock's voice did not hold back the disappointment that he would have to wait more until Gine was brought back. This was not lost on the clone.
"Heh. Maybe Toma can source all the cubs I'll be able to have now. Ey, Bar-"
A heavy object smacked him in the face.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Night time was covering the land like a large, deep blue blanket with stars sprinkled all over, and everyone was gathered for the impromptu event Bulma had organized in celebration for Turles' full recovery. She figured it would be appreciated at least by the space pirate and a few others of their clique.
After transferring the alien patient to a recovery room, Bulma and her girl team had paid him a visit, and they couldn't stop gushing about the wish Turles would make soon- much to the clone's annoyance-, after the blue-haired scientist gave them a summarized backstory of his tragic past.
Videl and Eighteen had been horrified, being mothers themselves, and set out to comfort the patient as best they could; Eighteen even disappeared for a moment to fetch the pirate some sweets, all of which Turles practically inhaled.
Their bond strengthened that night over the future additions to the pack; Turles kept these strange feelings of comradery buried deep down, lest the universe played him dirty again. He would, however, enjoy the moments with the Earth females while they lasted.
While the smaller group chatted about baby clothes and who the source would be and future education, outside in the large patio, Hakase and Krillin- and some robots- were gladly barbecuing every kind of meat available for the bottomless barrels and the rest of their close friends.
"I can't -gulp- believe yer missing out on this -munch- on purpose!" Raditz spoke between bites, not able to stop eating the delicious, juicy BBQ baby ribs the Earth men were cooking.
"Moron." Bardock mumbled and guzzled down his beer mug- it wasn't as strong as absinthe, but oddly enough, it went well with the plates and plates of sky-high meats they were being served. "Namekians ain't need all that food. They only need water. Freaks…"
"Life must be so bland for them with water as their only food source." Yamcha added.
"I'd appreciate it if you stop talking about me right in front of me." Piccolo snapped in a growly voice.
"You rather have us talk behind your back?" Trunks, who was finally starting to show a mild growth spurt, teased. "They do have a point though. And why do you even have fangs if you just drink water?"
"It's to make him look cooler and scarier," Goten replied to his smartass best friend, his voice having gotten a smidgen deeper. "Right, Piccolo?"
The green alien huffed and decided a punishment was in order for his on and off students. "We train twice as hard tomorrow, and your soul will be squeezed out of your bodies next weekend."
Trunks gulped the bite of rotisserie chicken and looked worried, "W-what do you mean?"
"You'll be on babysitting duty starting next Friday as soon as you return from school." Piccolo decreed.
"WHAT?!" The young teens shouted. Fridays were sacred to Panchy; she would always take her grandkids to the mall.
Krillin came over with a new batch of BBQed goods, having overheard the conversation. "Leave the poor guy alone. If his kind drinks only water, then they drink only water." The cop refilled Piccolo's glass and watched with contentment as the Saiyans immediately snatched unfathomably sized steaks, girthy franks, and long kebabs laden with vegetables and shrimp, and refilled their plates.
"You can always ask Marron for help." He added. His daughter gave him a glare as she continued picking at her grilled fish.
Watching his best friend wolf down the umpteenth plate of meat, Krillin gave Goku a fond smile, "At least my cooking won't go to waste with you guys here. I'm actually worried we brought enough food!"
"The woman has reserves." Vegeta told the monk as he fed a piece of deer to Bulla, who accepted it right away and asked for more.
Gohan wiped his mouth with a napkin and reassured the police officer-turned-chef. "We can always go fishing or hunting for more. Bulma has reservoirs not far off."
"I'm down for that!" Goku piped up.
"Me too! I wanna go with 'ganpa'!" Pan reached over to pull on Goku's gi.
"You need to go to bed soon." Gohan raised an eyebrow at his kid.
"Lighten up, Son! It's Saturday, after all." Goku laughed at how punctual and proper Gohan could be at times. He might've been very loose and carefree on the cruise, but once they had stepped on solid ground, his first born went back to being the responsible, refined college professor that he was.
Goku knew it was just a mask.
"Yeah, Big Bro! Let Pan live a little." Goten sided with his niece.
"Hmph. And since when did you become so wise?" Gohan deadpanned.
Trunks gave the older demi a smirk, "Since the day he decided not to become a nerd like you."
Yamcha and Goten laughed, and Krillin left the table with a chuckle under his breath.
"What's a nerd?" Lemo asked. "Is that a type of cult?"
"I guess you can call it that!" Trunks guffawed, making Gohan blush angrily.
"Never mind them, Lemo." The scholar mumbled.
"So you guys plan on hunting later on? At night?" Tien asked the Saiyans.
"We ain't got a problem seeing in the dark." Bardock explained. "If that were what ya mean."
Toma suddenly leaned in and whispered to his third born, "Kakarot, before you go get more food, I'd like to have a quick word with you."
"Oh! Sure thing, Toma." Goku looked expectantly at his side parent.
"In private."
"Hmm, I know a place." Goku stood up, "We'll be right back, guys," and kissed Broly on the cheek. Before leaving the table, however, the young Saiyan snatched a whole broiled chicken and munched on it while leading Toma to the far edges of the immense compound.
"What's this about?" The planet defender asked the older Saiyan once they were far enough that even a Namekian's superior hearing couldn't reach them. "Ya smell worried."
Toma rubbed the nape of his neck, much like his cubs did, and took a deep breath. "I guess you can say I'm worried. I'm worried about your reply to a request I have. Bardock and I have, actually."
"Request? Did ya need anythin'?"
Taking another calming breath, Toma explained, "You know you have- Had two older brothers, right?"
"Oh, yeah! 'Dock mentioned somethin' about… Um…"
"Cumber. The one that died as a young cub."
"That's the name! Ya wanna wish him back with the Dragon Balls, dontcha?" Goku cheerfully asked.
"I- Yes! You read my mind!" Toma's hopes tried to reach the sky, but the tall Latcher grabbed a hold of them quickly.
"It wouldna be the first time we wish someone back." Goku stated and added with an air of disappointment, "But… Does this mean yer gonna wish him back before Gine?"
"NO!" Toma cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Nono, Gine would be wished back first. Wishing our cub back would be in the foreseeable future. Gine was with us when we lost Cumber, he would appreciate it if he's here when we get him back. If that's alright with everyone; I imagine people are lined up to make their own wishes, but I was wondering if we could skip up ahead if that's the case."
"I dun see a problem with that. Usually, my friends' have wishes that ain't urgent." Goku said, thinking about Oolong wishing for Bulma's panties and Bulma wishing to look younger.
"Great!" Toma surged forward and pulled Kakarot into a bear hug, nuzzling their faces together. "You have no idea how much this means to us."
Chuckling, Goku hugged his parent back. "No problem! It would be nice to have another kid around. It'd be weird having a younger, older brother though."
The tanned Saiyan let go of the paler one, "It's not unheard of, believe it or not. Parents have taken in cubs older than their first born. The first born would always be the older brother, even though chronologically he's younger. I knew a circle or two that were in this situation."
Goku gave Toma a sad smile, "I wish our planet was still around. We can't wish it back cuz of rules and stuff."
"Well, that's a shame. You really would've loved it there." Toma touched Kakarot's cheek, "We would've gotten you back sooner too. You know, we had to send you away because of Frieza-"
"There you are!" Bulma interrupted the two, startling them. "Sorry about giving you the case of puffy tails, but Turles wants to have a word with you, Goku, before Dende grants him the wish."
Goku brushed down the fur on his tail from being startled and looked at Toma for one last word. "At least I got my circle back. That's more than I can say about many other people."
Toma clapped Kakarot's shoulder and shooed him off to avoid things getting too sentimental.
-
Goku knocked on the door to Turles' recovery room and entered. He was surprised to see Videl, Cheelai, and Eighteen there chatting up a storm. It was then that he realized the girls hadn't been outside with the others at all.
"So here's where ya've been!" The Earth Saiyan casually entered and greeted them.
"About time you showed up." Turles waved to the human females, "You go on to the feast, we'll only take a moment. Then I'll join you once I've been completely restored."
"Don't take too long, Mocha." Eighteen stood up and exited the room.
"Can't wait to see you all better." Cheelai leaned down to give Turles a peck on the cheek and followed Videl and the android towards the party outside.
Goku stifled a chuckle at Turles' embarrassed look and his attempt to wipe off the invisible gesture of affection. "What did ya need t' talk about, Turles?"
"You better sit down for this." The clone waited for Kakarot to take a seat before he continued.
"So, I've been thinking on my wish and how to formulate it to get exactly what I want. When you communicate with that friend of yours, you'll repeat this to him, word for word…"
-
"I tire of waiting for that clown." Vegeta leaned on his chair with his arms crossed, looking very impatient. Bulla and Pan had taken to chasing fireflies nearby.
"Give him some time. We've learned to think things through before making a wish, remember?" Bulma retorted.
"Tch!" Bardock grabbed his tenth toothpick and placed it in between his teeth, only for it to break in half. In all the commotion since the battle, he had lost his stick and hadn't been able to get a replacement for it.
Toma sighed, smelling his mate's disappointment, envy, and anger. Bardock wanted to make his own wish, to get his full circle back as soon as possible. The fact that his clone was getting what he wanted before him, regardless of them trying to make nice earlier, grated on the older Saiyan's nerves.
"We'll get him back when the Earth Dragon Balls are active. Shouldn't be too long." The Latcher comforted his life partner.
"Wasn't it just one more span?" Raditz asked.
"Don't know what a span is, but it'll be a couple of months, considering that Namek has a much shorter year and their Dragon Balls became active before ours." Tien explained.
"There he is!" Krillin pointed at his best friend coming out of the building.
"About damn time! What have you been doing, Kakarot?!" The Prince snapped at the tense-looking Saiyan
"Are you okay, Brat?" Toma stood up when he smelled how anxious Kakarot was.
"Huh? Oh, yeah! I'm fine." Goku took comfort when his mate stood up to swipe his tail under his nose and felt instantly more relaxed.
"Did that pirate do something to ya?!" Bardock growled.
Goku shook his hands in surrender, "Easy! He didna do nothin'." The young Saiyan lost track of his thoughts and stared into space for a moment.
"Is it time to make the wish now?" An impatient Eighteen brought her once upon a time enemy back to the ground.
"Uh, yeah! Let me contact Dende." Goku focused his mind and opened a link with the young Namekian.
"What's going on?" Lemo asked in a hushed voice. Goku was simply standing there with a concentrated look on his face.
Gohan put down his glass and addressed the orange alien, "My dad's having a telepathic conversation with Dende, probably so they get the wish right and not mess it up somehow. Porunga is a bit more finicky than Shenron."
"This is so boring…" Trunks groused. Goten simply observed his father and how his eyebrows were knitted together.
"Alright. Dende is translating the wish, everybody!" Goku suddenly announced, his demeanor changing to that of expectation, like a kid eager to enter a waterpark for the first time after having waited in line for an hour.
It took less than a minute for an unexpected burst of light to shoot down from the sky and hit the ground next to the table where everyone was sitting at.
Bulma jumped out of her skin at the blinding ball of spiritual energy and looked at Goku. "What the Hell did he wish for?!"
Goku smiled at his childhood friend and pointed to the silhouette of a person in the middle of the bright ball. "Just wait."
Bardock suddenly stood up, his chair falling to the floor and the table jerking back as his legs hit the edge. His face was that of utter disbelief and shock; a gasp escaped him as a particular scent reached his nose, one that had almost become a mere memory.
"It can't be…" Toma stood up much slower and watched as the light diminished until a small, familiar body was standing there, in the middle of the patio.
The individual that had been wished back looked around, confused and disoriented, his eyes falling on a Saiyan he hadn't seen in ages.
"Bardy?!"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The petite alien that was just revived ran towards a face he thought he would never see again, all but jumped in that Saiyan's arms, and hugged him as if never wanting to let go.
"BARDY! I've missed ya so, so much!" Gine felt tears run down his cheeks and couldn't stop smiling.
Unexpectedly, two strong arms wrapped around his waist and picked him up, separating him from his sweetheart. Out of instinct, Gine elbowed the body that was moving him away from his Center as hard as he could. When he heard a grunt followed by a familiar, gruff voice cussing in their native language, the small Saiyan was put down, and Gine turned around to see Bardock, the real Bardock, covering his nose.
"Wha-? Oh, gods! I'm so sorry! I thought that was-"
"I don't fucking care." Bardock let go of his face and embraced Gine tightly in his arms, lifting his short mate off his feet again. He couldn't fight back the water threatening to fall from his eyes and hid his face in the other's neck, placing random kisses everywhere within reach.
Gine let out a sob of happiness and returned the hug. A loud trill began in his chest, and the rebirthed Saiyan tensed when he heard Bardock's reciprocating purr.
"Bardy? Yer purri-" Lips upon his interrupted his observation; it was enough for Gine to shrug off this unusual display of emotions from his 'stick-up-the-ass' Center and just enjoy the warmth and scent coming off his favorite commander.
Toma cleared his throat and placed a hand on Bardock's shoulder to remind him that they weren't alone. "Hey, Short Stuff." His hand threaded itself through Gine's short, messy locks, prompting him to break the kiss.
"Toma?!" Gine's eyes widened, and he jumped from Bardock's arms to Toma's, pressing their noses together. "I dun understand. What happened?"
"We brought ya back." Bardock informed his smaller breeding mate with a smile.
"Brought back? Ya mean… I'm alive?!"
Toma placed Gine on the ground, "We were brought back too. I'll let the others do the explaining."
The non-combatant tilted his head and was about to speak when he heard someone approaching him from behind.
"HAAA!" A roundhouse kick connected with someone's face, and a loud thud was heard as Raditz fell on his ass.
"SOBA! WHYYY?!"
The long haired victim whined, massaging his cheek. Gine wasn't considered a warrior, but when it came to self defense and making a point, he could be as violent as the next Saiyan.
Gine's eyebrows met his hairline as he stared at the adult in front of him. He sniffed the air and gasped. "'DITZ!" The expert cook, as many would agree with, threw himself at Raditz's level and pulled him in against his armored chest. There was so much he wanted to ask his second born, so much he wanted to say.
"I- You-" Gine held out Raditz at arm's length and gave him a onceover as his eyes began to water. "You've grown! Was I gone for that long?"
"That ain't all, Lil-bits. Look at who we got back." Bardock low-key wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded towards Kakarot, who was shifting awkwardly in place.
"Hi, Shosha." Goku waved timidly at his source. From all the scenarios he had imagined could happen when they brought Gine back, this one was turning out to not be any of them.
Gine stood up and slowly approached the cub that he'd had to send away to another planet and never got the chance to connect much with. "Kakarot?"
Goku nodded happily and was about to speak when the words died in his throat and he choked up. He shot forward and hugged his parent as emotions and reality came crashing down. Save for his older, older brother, his circle was complete at long last.
"Oh, my baby!" Gine Couldn't hold back his tears again and began crying without holding back. He allowed themselves a minute to calm down before cupping Kakarot's face in his slender hands. "Ya look so much like yer carrier! Last time I saw ya, ya were this big-" Gine's voice broke as he held his hands apart at a distance.
"Gine?" Toma came up to the pair and turned his mate around. "We also have third circle cubs." He had grabbed Gohan and Goten from the table and dragged them over to meet their 'grandparent' as humans would say.
"Third circle- OH, MY GODS!" Gine squealed in delight and hugged the taller Saiyan. "Are ya Raditz's cub?!"
The Latcher in question choked.
"No, I'm actually-"
"Wait- Ya smell like Kakarot!" Gine interrupted Gohan and then looked down to see a cub who was a head shorter than himself. "And yer definitely Kakarot's cub too!"
Goten chuckled uneasily when Gine bent down to hug him tightly. "Man! For an old guy, you sure are strong!"
"PAH!~ Gine were almost exactly my age. We're still very young!" Bardock crossed his arms and sneered at the teenager.
"Why, thank you." Gine smiled at the younger cub. "I get by."
"That's not all!" Toma interjected and dashed off to get the youngest member of their family. He came back holding a confused toddler and presented her to the newcomer.
"Is that…" One inhale and Gine could tell they were related, but the blood wasn't as concentrated, same with the Kakarot look alike and his older brother. "This is yer baby." He looked back at the Saiyan wearing a double scouter on his face.
"Uh, yeah! Pan is mine." The scholar tried taking Pan from Toma; it was a lost cause as he soon discovered.
"We have… A fourth circle cub? Oh. Oh, my-" Gine began feeling a bit dizzy, luckily Bardock grabbed his arm quickly to stabilize him.
"Our daughter, you mean." Videl skipped over to join the group, eager to meet with more alien relatives.
"Daughter?" Gine raised a questioning eyebrow, but before he could ask what that word meant, a strange smell hit his nose. "You- Yer not a Saiyan."
Gohan and Videl shared a concerned look and then looked at Goku. When their dad/FIL shrugged, they turned to Bardock and Toma, unsure of how to proceed.
"She is a human. One of my mates is also a human, and I sired two half breeds as well." A serious, haughty voice reached the petite Saiyan's ears.
"Prince Vegeta? Yer here too?!" Gine fell to his knees and showed the palm of his hand, looking down to the ground.
Vegeta felt his fur ruffle at the show of respect coming from the Third Class and swiped his fingers over Gine's palm. "You may rise."
"HUH?! What was that all about, 'Geeta?" Goku asked, chuckling and making a face at the strange scene that had just unfolded. Gine gasped at the nickname Kakarot had used on their Prince and began to panic.
"THAT, you uncouth swine, is how you greet your superiors." The royal bared his fangs at his bonded mate.
It only made Goku laugh even louder. "Oh, man! C'mon, Vegeta! We're all family here." He bent down to pick his source up, "Ya dun need t' worry about all that nonsense anymore, Gine. Vegeta is just one of us now." Throwing a hand over the flame haired Saiyan's shoulders, the innocent Z-Fighter chuckled again.
"Kakarot!" Gine shouted, "Do not be so informal! He could kill ya with one flick of his wrist!"
Gine wasn't expecting the sound of laughter coming not just from his circle, but from all around them. In fact, Vegeta and a green alien were the only ones that weren't joining in. That's when he realized there were more people surrounding them, the air wasn't as hot and heavy as on Vegetasei, and there was an exquisite smell coming from a long table where the others were sitting.
That didn't matter, however, they were all probably going to die within the next few seconds. "Yer all gonna get massacred, ya fools!"
"Ease up, Gine." Bardock placed a hand on his first mate's head. "Kakarot were more powerful than the runt. And Raditz were currently giving it to him up the ass every chance he gets!"
"BARDY!" Gine slapped the older Saiyan in the face.
"It's true!" Goku piped up and added with a sparkle of light in his eyes and over enthusiasm in his voice: "And ya should see MY mate's power level! He's the Legendary Super Saiyan!"
Gine remained silent, staring at his third born, wondering if he had simply gone crazy in Otherworld and was dreaming all this. Or maybe it was Kakarot that had lost his mind. Perhaps everyone here was a few rocks short of a full load.
"Sweetie, no. That's just a legend-"
"Hi, I'm Broly."
Gine swiveled around and was met with six very hardened, very well defined abs. Above them came a pair of massive pecs, one decorated proudly with a deep scar, and after a thick neck that had a bite mark, came a soft face with a shy smile and the pair of most innocent eyes Gine had ever seen.
"Is that- That's yer breeding mate?" The master cook asked.
"Yep!" Goku answered while locking tails with Broly's.
"And… He's the Legendary Super Saiyan?"
The Earth Saiyan nodded gleefully, "Well, technically 'Dock is, but yeah, Broly is the Legendary of this generation, and-"
A thud resounded throughout the area as Gine hit the ground.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"So, let me get this straight." Gine rubbed his temples, trying to remember everything his circle had told him about their exploits. "Our planet was destroyed by that tyrant, but ya'll were revived with these Dragon Ball things to help Broly during his rut-"
"Except for Vegeta and Turles."
"Except for Vegeta and Turles," the master chef repeated after his older cub. "Cuz they didna die, fighting against Kakarot," Gine looked at Bardock's look alike, "And Turles planted a gigantic tree that made him stronger?"
"Eatin' the fruit made him stronger." Goku specified.
"Right. And after Broly's rut, ya became breeding mates." The small Saiyan watched as a few heads nodded. "Then Vegeta became breeding mates with Raditz, and had a uh…"
"Human wedding." The Prince helped the other out.
"That! Human wedding with Raditz and… Bulma?"
The scientist smiled at the newly revived alien that tried to memorize everything they had told him after Gine had regained consciousness. It was remarkable how much Saiyan's could retain in their memory bank, and Gine was trying so hard to recall everyone's name and role among the big group.
There was a problem, however. Nobody had told Gine about the first encounter Kakarot had had with his own kind yet, and Bulma fretted that moment.
"Ya smell worried," Gine suddenly observed when a draft of anxiety coming from the blue haired human reached his nose. "Did I say sum wrong, Prince Vegeta?"
"Nonsense." The royal waved off the Third Class' concern as he took another bite of his half finished meal.
"Oh, good. I was worried that I overstepped by mentioning yer human mate. Ya know, like some pet owners dun like their pets being talked about." (Vegeta chuckled at that thought.)
"PET?!" Bulma burst out in laughter. "If anything, Vegeta is
my
pet."
The Saiyan in question choked on a piece of meat that became lodged in his throat, and it took him a moment to remember to use his ki to incinerate it.
"Ya okay, 'Geeta?" Kakarot thumped the Prince on his back a few times until Vegeta swatted his hand away.
Gine stared wide-eyed at his third born and their prince's dynamics, "So how did ya two meet?"
A wave of tension befell almost everyone present, and the shortest of the pack raised his eyebrows, looking from face to face in case anyone cared to explain what was going on.
"Kakarot didn't exactly take it the good way when he learned about his heritage." Bardock cut in.
"How do ya mean, Bardy?" Gine's eyes shot towards Raditz when he smelled a big wave of stress coming from his second born cub.
The bandana-clad Saiyan glared at their youngest cub, making him gulp. "Should I explain, Kakarot?"
"Ehehhh… When Raditz came t' get me, I thought he was a bad guy… And we had a fight." Goku scratched the back of his head, beads of sweat started forming on his brow.
"To be fair, I did appear to be that way." Raditz helped him out.
Gine frowned at his two offspring, not understanding why they were tiptoeing around the subject. "Brothers always fight- Wait. Raditz came to get ya… But ya mentioned he was also revived as I recall."
Goku shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Suddenly, he was glad he had sat on the opposite side of the table, across from his source.
"I was the defender of this planet!" The young Saiyan burst out. "And I took that job seriously!"
"He had Raditz killed." Vegeta informed the bushy-haired Saiyan with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Kakarot slowly turned to look at the Prince with a hatred filled glare, one which was most gracefully returned with an even bigger smirk.
"Ya killed…" Gine closed his eyes, and a small, disturbing chuckle was heard. "Ya had my 'Ditz killed." When Gine opened his eyes, a red glow flashed across his pupils; it made Kakarot shrink in his chair.
"Gine? Short Stuff? Put the knife down." Toma reached across Bardock to place a soothing hand on top of Gine's which was grasping a steak knife tightly.
"If it helps any, technically, I killed him." Piccolo commented and had just enough time to dodge a metallic projectile zooming over his head.
Gine growled at the Namekian- he didn't even notice when he had stood up or when his chair had fallen to the ground or when a few of the humans had also stood up and gotten in a defensive stance. All he knew was the need for a settlement for this wrongdoing.
"Gine?"
A soft voice coming from his oldest grandchild snapped the small Saiyan out of his fit of rage, and Gine turned to see Gohan's worried face.
"Piccolo has saved me many times in the past. I consider that enough repayment, don't you?"
Gine thought over his third circle cub's words. After a moment of deliberation, his tail stopped swishing angrily, and the temperamental chef picked up his chair and sat back down.
"Why didn't you step in?!" Toma whispered angrily at Bardock.
"Calm down, Toma. Gine ain't stronger than Yamcha!" The scarred Saiyan laughed until he felt a sharp pain on his foot where it had been stepped on by his second breeding mate.
"Your source is scary." Broly told Kakarot in a low voice as Bardock and Gine began arguing over power levels versus skill with knives.
"I guess!" Goku wiped a trail of sweat from his temple, wondering what would become of him after his parents' love spat was over.
"I think we have another candidate to join our little girl club." Eighteen whispered to Videl, making the young mother gasp and choke.
"As much as I enjoyed the food, I need to have a quick word with my cub." Gine took another swig of the odd beverage provided and stood up slowly this time.
When he saw Kakarot begin to get out of his chair, the small Saiyan put a hand up, "Not you!"
It came out as a growl; Goku wasn't expecting his first time meeting his source to go so wrong. And it was all thanks to the royal pain in the ass.
"Honestly, Gine. It ain't that big of a deal-" Raditz tried to shrug it off, make it seem as if his first encounter with his brother had been a mere hiccup along the road, but his side parent wasn't having it.
"Now, Raditz!"
The long haired Latcher got up quickly and followed Gine away from the group and towards a trail that led into a lush garden. One Z-Fighter, the youngest of Bardock's children, watched morosely as his source and brother disappeared among the plants.
"What a shame." Vegeta prodded his gloomy bonded mate. "How does it feel like in that corner, Kakarot? The corner where you decided to have Raditz obliterated, all because he wanted to show off and impress his dear baby brother."
Goku lowered his gaze to his half empty plate, his brow furrowing with every thought that crossed his mind, every regret, every mistake. The guilt was consuming him, even after settling matters with his older sibling a long time ago.
"Now, wait a minute, Vegeta." Gohan cut in when even he could smell his dad's lamenting from a distance. "You all may have your Saiyan ways of expressing yourselves, but that doesn't mean that every Saiyan shares those views. You weren't there when Raditz arrived, and as much as I understand things now, as a child, I was terrified! My dad did nothing but protect his family from potential danger."
"And how was Raditz supposed to know Kakarot lost all his memories?" Vegeta countered. "We can go in circles all night, Brat."
"We can play the blame game, or we can look at examples that prove not all Saiyans understand and act like barbarians." Tien joined in the conversation. "Broly."
The giant warrior looked away from his mate and paid attention to the three eyed human.
"Let's say Vegeta was stronger than Goku. If Vegeta kidnapped your mate and threatened to hurt all his friends, how would you react?" Tien asked the tallest member in their group.
Vegeta growled at the slight and was about to tell the triclops off when Broly replied.
"I would kill him."
The Prince tensed and looked back at the usually gentle Saiyan and was met with hardened eyes.
"I wouldn't hesitate to rip his head off." There was nothing but sincerity in Broly's words. "And that goes for anyone that hurts my circle."
"I rest my case." Tien crossed his arms smugly.
"Thanks, Big Guy." Goku bumped his head against Broly's large bicep, "And thank ya too, Son."
Gohan smiled at his dad, "Of course. You know none of us blame you for protecting us."
"Way to get owned, Pops." Trunks gave Vegeta a toothy grin and received a snarl from the hot-tempered royal.
"You two and Marron, take the girls to bed, and you need to get ready for bed too." Bulma clapped her hands.
"Aw, maaaaan. Just when things are starting to get interesting." Trunks kicked away from the table, making the chair legs screech on the stone tiled floor and making a few of the invitees groan and flinch.
"Looks like a night of no video games or dirty magazines, 'Ten." The purple haired teen sassed to get a rise out of his mom as they were walking away.
"TRUNKS!" Bulma shooed the two boys while Marron took Bulla and Pan.
"What's a dirty magazine?" Goten whispered to Trunks while still within earshot.
"Beats me. Some dusty mags probably. Yamcha said he had some, and I don't see him as the type to read often, so they collect dust…"
Bulma turned her accusing eyes at a blushing Yamcha.
"I, um… I'm not used to having kids around. They might've overheard me?"
"Remind me to keep Marron away from you," Krillin half teased. "You're as bad as Master Roshi!"
"Not cool, Bro." Yamcha sulked, much to the others' amusement.
-
In the garden, among the many varieties of plants and trees, two Saiyans made their way to a gazebo that was far enough from the flowers to not get bombarded by their strong scent.
Gine sneezed to clear his air passages from pollen and rubbed his nose. "Does this planet smell like this everywhere? Or is there a nice deserted place where ya have settled?"
"We actually live on another planet. Vampa- That's where Broly was found." Raditz replied to his side parent.
"What's the deal with him anyways? He's always stuck right next to Kakarot." The small Locker took a seat on a cushioned bench and patted the cushion next to him for Raditz to join.
"He's… Very attached to Kakarot. It's sickening to see them sometimes. They have no sense of privacy, and ya'll soon see how bad they can get."
As Raditz sat down, Gine pulled on him so he was lying on the bench with his head on Gine's lap; his hair draped amply across the chef's legs and on the floor.
"And how do ya feel about yer brother? Especially after what he did." Gine began playing with Raditz's hair, combing his slender fingers across the thick strands and scritching his scalp occasionally.
Being distracted by Gine's caress, the Latcher thought for a while. Many emotions crossed his face; sadness, shame, longing, love…
"I care for him." Raditz chuckled halfheartedly, "More than anything- Except maybe Vegeta. Maybe."
"Have ya forgiven him?"
"I- We've talked about it," the younger warrior admitted with much embarrassment, "Kinda. And uhhh…"
Gine noticed the change in Raditz's scent and smiled, "Even after all that, ya still love him."
"I still remember the coordinates of this planet." The taller Saiyan smiled.
"Well, if ya've made nice with him, then he's okay with me too." The petite parent started making a braid with one of Raditz's locks.
"HA! As if ya wouldn't be okay with him. Ya died because he left, remember?" There was an undertone of bitterness and resentment in the young alien's tone, one that was not lost on Gine.
The newly revived Saiyan bent down to place a kiss on his cub's forehead. "I hope yer not mad at me for that. That don't mean I love ya any less than Kakarot. And I also loved Cumber equally. Where is he, by the way? I couldn't smell him at all."
Raditz tensed and struggled to find the right words to say. "I ain't mad. Ya'd already lost a brat, and losing two proved to be too much for ya. Cumber ain't been wished back yet. 'Dock said he wanted ya back first so ya can be there when Cumber was revived."
"Oh." Gine said with a little bit of disappointment in his voice, but he did understand his mate's motives. "Speaking of that devil, Kakarot said something about him being the Legendary?"
"I rather the old fucker tell ya himself. Something about being sent to the past by Lune… I don't remember the details." Raditz turned his head to the side so Gine could braid another lock.
"So Bardy can transform too. I thought it was all a myth-"
"We can all transform!" The younger Saiyan piped up. "Kakarot and Vegeta trained us to become Super!"
"Wha-WHAT?!" Gine stood up and knocked Raditz off balance. "YER ALL SUPER SAIYANS?! How can that be possible?!"
"I think even Turles is one," Raditz commented as he got up. "The last battle we had with Frieza is a bit foggy. Ya know I was close to dying?"
"Ya… Battled Frieza?" The master chef felt another dizzy spell overcome him and quickly sat back down.
"That shit stain is gone forever. Not even the Dragon Balls can bring him back." The Latcher said with pride and sat on the floor between his parent's legs. Gine continued working on the second braid.
"Ya guys HAVE to show me. Cuz I think a certain hellion ain't telling the truth." The older Saiyan accused playfully.
"Have I ever lied to ya?"
Gine laughed out and shoved his cub. "Yer a terrible liar, 'Ditz. I'd be able to tell if ya ain't being honest. Turn around so I can get the other side."
The two remained silent while a third braid was being created. Raditz couldn't help but purr as he felt his parent's delicate hands thread through his hair after so many years of inattention. Now that Gine was back, Raditz could finally enjoy being spoiled again, not just with affection, but with the other's super legendary food too.
He couldn't wait for Gine to start preparing meals again.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Why were they taking so long?!" Bardock growled out as he continued pacing on Bulma's nearly perfect lawn.
"God, someone shut him up before I slap the
bitch
out of him…" Eighteen rubbed her temples, feeling a tension headache start up.
The scarred Saiyan had been pacing for many minutes now, waiting for his recently revived mate and brat to come back from wherever they had fucked off to, and the android, along with a few others that weren't too keen on voicing their displeasure in front of the hot-tempered commander, had had enough of the old alien's antics.
"Toma!" Yamcha loudly whispered at the pacing Saiyan's partner. "Can't you… You know… Do something about him? Distract him?"
The tanned Latcher smiled apologetically and shrugged, "Can't do a thing when he's like this. He uses too many teeth when he's pissy."
Krillin raised an eyebrow, not catching Toma's meaning. "Too many teeth?"
Cheelai raised her fist to her mouth and did an obscene gesture while pressing her tongue back and forth against her cheek.
The monk paled and went back to his grilling.
"Can't you go get them, Goku?" Tien asked his friend.
"Huh?" Woken out of his stupor, Goku looked at his three-eyed fellow warrior and shrugged as well. "Ya saw how much I angered Gine. I dun wanna interrupt his chat with Raditz."
"Vegeta-"
"Do not even think it." The Prince snapped at Gohan. "I shall not stoop down to playing 'fetching boy'."
"I'll go look for them," having had enough as well, Bulma offered to be the one to look for Gine and Raditz to calm down the impatient war veteran. As soon as she cleaned her mouth with a fancy napkin and got up, the two Saiyans in question appeared as if summoned.
Gine had his arm locked with the taller warrior's arm, and both were joyfully sauntering back to the table, laughing and carefree.
"Took ya two long enough!!!" Bardock marched up to them and froze in his tracks when he smelled them. A low growl bubbled up in his chest as he glared at Raditz.
The younger Third Class cowered behind his side parent, "Gineeeeeeee!"
"Oh, dun get yer fucking tail in a knot, Bardy. We'll get to spend time together soon enough." The slender cook ignored his riled up breeding mate and took up a seat at the table to continue eating his foreign but tasty meal.
"So, how'd it go~?" Toma asked as he bumped Gine with his shoulder.
"I've missed out on so much! I heard ya can turn Super!" The older alien answered.
"Goku and Vegeta can turn Super Saiyan Blue." Bulma inserted that information as a way to gear Gine's attention towards his third cub.
"Goku?" The petite alien asked. "Oh! That's what ya call Kakarot."
At the mention of his name, Goku clenched his jaw and lowered his gaze to his half eaten BBQ rib. "Yeah, my grandpa named me Goku, but I'm slowly gettin' more used t' bein' called Kakarot."
"Hmph!" Vegeta grunted as he tucked into his umpteenth plate.
"You don't expect us to call you Kakarot too, do you?" Yamcha asked his former crush.
"I dun think it'll get t' that, but if it does, then yeah." The Earth-raised alien gave his long time friend a serious look.
"Well, I ain't calling him anything other than Kay or Kakaro-" An unexpected yelp cut off Gine mid sentence and many heads turned to see Bardock and Raditz tussling on the ground with Bardock pulling on Raditz's braids.
"Toma, be a sugar cube…" Gine patted the Latcher's muscular arm.
The former elite chuckled at the sweet gesture and stood up to drag his life partner off their cub. He knew exactly why Bardock was being extra territorial, and in Saiyan culture, it was rather endearing to see the bandana clad Saiyan assert his dominance over anyone who whisked Gine away from him now that he had his second breeding mate back.
"It's good to know Bardy ain't changed one bit," Gine chuckled. "So what's a Super Saiyan Blue?"
"Why don't you show us, Goku?" Lemo suggested the young Saiyan when Cheelai nudged him. In their time together, the orange ex soldier had come to learn how attune with emotions his green counterpart was. Cheelai was anything but oblivious about others' feelings, and she had seemingly sensed Goku needed an opportunity to fall back in his source's good graces.
"Eheheh… I ain't supposed t' use that transformation just t' show off." The humble Z-Fighter scratched the back of his head.
Gine's eyebrows shot up when he saw the familiar gesture Toma would do whenever he felt uncomfortable or embarrassed. It sent a nostalgic pang through his chest. "It's okay, Kakarot, ya dun need to prove yerself to me, for now."
At that moment, Bardock, Toma, and Raditz returned to the table. The scarred Saiyan sat down next to Gine with a huff and ripped off the leg of some earthian animal that was served in the middle of the table with a red fruit in its mouth.
"Try this. It tastes like
shino."
Bardock offered the piece to Gine.
"It smells like one. But it dun have as many legs." The small chef took a bite of the succulent meat and hummed. "Ohhh, I've missed this flavor!"
"Yer gonna miss it more once we go back to Vampa." Raditz groused as he tried to salvage the braids his side parent had crafted. Bardock had done a number on his hair.
"Well, what animals do ya have on Vampa?" Gine asked.
"Bugs." Vegeta said with a disgusted look on his face.
"Bugs." A few other Saiyans repeated.
"Bugs? I ain't gonna live in a place that just got bugs!" The small, bushy haired Saiyan made a face. "We can just stay here."
"I love you guys, but you need to get your own place," Bulma interjected, "As Saiyan-proof as I have tried to make my living space, one more Saiyan and I'll be eaten out of house and home."
"Nonsense, Woman. You could afford the entire planet if you so desired." Vegeta snarked.
"Vegeta! I-"
"Besides, that is not relevant to why we are staying in that remote world. Our Legendary comrade here must learn to control his power and master it. I shall not put my planet at risk if Broly loses control of his powers."
"MY
Planet?!"
Bulma gawked at her first husband's words.
"I'm getting better." Broly spoke with conviction and sincerity.
"Of course ya are, Big Guy." Goku laced his tail with his mate's. "We'll settle permanently here in no time!"
"That's great news. I'll be waiting for you here in the meantime." Gine gave the younger members of the pack a genuine smile.
A sudden bang on the table made everyone jump in their seats. "Ya'll
WHAT?!"
Bardock growled at the shorter Saiyan.
"I didna know ya gone deaf, Bardy." Gine sassed. "I said I'mma stay here, I can certainly carry my weight around unlike ya slackers."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
The Commander stood up from his chair, knocking it over.
The humans and aliens stared in awe as the newest arrival stood up and puffed up his chest to look tougher.
"I SAID: I AIN'T GONNA GO TO A PLANET THAT'S GOT ONLY BUGS! How the fuck am I gonna prepare meals with that?! YA HEARD ME NOW, OLD MAN?!"
"Ohhh… Fuuuuuuck." Yamcha stared wide-eyed at the ballsy alien standing up to THE Bardock.
"Wohohoah! Goku, your dad is the shit!" Eighteen was already planning future outings with Gine included in their small girl group.
Goku visibly recoiled and all but hid under the table, his tail tightening considerably around Broly's.
Bardock's face turned red, his body temperature rose several degrees, and his tail puffed out, swinging violently in the air. It felt as if he was about to explode and blast all of Capsule Corp. and its occupants to Hell.
Pack, friends, and allies waited with baited breath; one could hear the wood crackling underneath the burgers Dr. Briefs was happily and obliviously flipping over.
Making fists with both his hands, Bardock stepped up to his shorter life partner and bared his fangs, a deep, low growl erupting from his broad chest.
"Gods, I've missed ya."
While everybody at the table face planted, the bandana clad Saiyan grabbed Gine and smashed their lips together. They kissed furiously until Bulma screamed at them to get a room; the direct order was unacknowledged.
It was the polite thing to do, to look away. Goku tried focusing on his plate full of exquisite food. He tried downing his beer to distract himself. His mind, however, remained focused on the sounds coming from the other side of the table.
The Earth's Savior felt embarrassed. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably, feeling a pit in his stomach, and was about to eat another buttery corn-on-a-cob when a gloved hand shot at him, yanked him away from the table, and suddenly, Goku felt the tell-tale sign of teleporting to another place.
Next thing he knew, he was back on Vampa with Vegeta standing in front of him. The Prince's hand was fisting Goku's orange gi, his scent was acrid, and he was wearing a horrified expression.
"Vegeta? What the f-!"
"Kakarot! You are going into heat!"
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The cave had been broken into, that much was obvious. Two very distinct smells were present in their shelter; Vegeta recognized them as Frieza's right-hand assistants: Beriblu and Kinoko. The Prince stretched out his hand, pointing it towards the energy orb he had left behind for teleporting intents, and the ball of ki gradually shrank until it was gone.
"What did those bastards want here-" Vegeta startled when he remembered Lemo and Cheelai's ship.
"'Geta? Whaddaya mean I'm goin' inta heat?" Goku stole the royal's attention back.
It was useless to worry about the ship now; Vegeta was certain it was long gone and was willing to bet a few supplies were missing as well. "Which part of that sentence is so hard for you to comprehend, you big oaf?!"
"Ain't I supposed t' get cramps and feel horny?" Goku remembered his two previous heats spent with Vegeta on Earth. The first one had been a true nightmare; without a Latcher, or anything resembling a knotting device, Goku had had to endure a false claim from Vegeta. It was the lesser of two evils: false claim or risk becoming insane from sexual frustration.
The second one had been a breeze compared to the first time with Bulma's help. The toy she had built wasn't as accurate, but she did the best she could with the information Vegeta had provided her. It still wasn't completely satisfying, however. If what Vegeta was saying was true, Goku could ask the scientist for an improved version of the Saiyan knotting replica now that Bulma had first hand knowledge on how the 'mechanisms' worked.
Memories of all the times Goku had assisted Bulma in the name of science flooded the young Locker's brain, and Goku began to feel a tightening in his middle.
"MHM! Are you feeling it now, Clown?!" The Prince could also feel himself getting aroused through their bond.
"I was just rememberin' stuff. That dun mean I'm gettin' a he-AAAAAAAH!"
Vegeta doubled over as the familiar pain seized his loins while Kakarot fell to his knees hugging his midriff to ease the cramping typical of a heat cycle.
"Tell me something, Kakarot." The flame-haired Saiyan gritted out as he fought against the natural desire to roll up into a ball and die. "We have- Latchers now. Do you wish for me to apply a false claim, ask Bulma for assistance, or possibly get pregnant?"
"I- I dun want- TOYS!" Goku rolled on the cave floor, moaning in pain. His body was already responding to the hormones being released in his bloodstream; his dick was hardening, his breeder throbbed with need, his tail coiled and unfurled all over, and even his chest began to leak.
"And… And… I dun want- False claim!"
Vegeta's pupils dilated as his eyes centered on Kakarot's form. He had to bite his tongue and still his feet from walking him to his former rival and ravish him until the day turned night. He should've known the taller warrior would choose the real deal. Before, Vegeta was able to help, but now that they had a pack, his feeble attempts at dowsing Kakarot's fire with mist were no longer up for consideration, not when an entire ocean was at his disposal.
"So be it. I shall- Retrieve the others."
"Hurry!" Goku groaned as a stronger cramp hit him. "This one's worse than the others!"
"I assume you desire- Your breeding mate?" Vegeta panted.
"YES! BRING BROLY!" The aggravated warrior let out a howl of pain as he started tearing off his getup.
Vegeta hesitated; his pride screamed at him to keep his mouth shut, but his lust-addled brain soon prevailed over it. "I wish I could give you what your body needs at this moment."
The words barely registered in Goku's brain, and when he turned around to beg his bonded mate to fuck him first, he found a dark and empty cave.
-
"So you're saying he went Super inside you without any care?" Bulma repeated what Raditz had just implied. "He didn't go easy on you even after I warned him to take it slow?!"
The long-haired Saiyan looked away and gave a curt nod.
"I'm going to kill him." The scientist threw her arms in the air and let them fall back on the table. Grabbing a fork, she began stabbing her salad bowl and eating the plants with a vengeance. "Pass the vinaigrette!"
Yamcha shakily grabbed the bottle and handed it down until it reached his furious ex-lover.
"Ya do realize Saiyans ain't made outta glass, right? Not that I'm against someone bumping the royal brat down a few notches." Bardock drawled and took another swig of his beer.
"Alright, you guys! This is the last batch of burgers." Krillin announced to the group, carrying a tray stacked with succulent beef patties. "If you want us to keep grilling, you'll need to get us some game and clean it."
"Shouldn't we wait for my dad and Vegeta to come back?" Gohan asked nobody in particular.
"We have no idea what those two are up to. They could be fighting, fucking, or saving the universe again." Eighteen remarked. "For all we know, they got a message from Whis telling them there's a new enemy about to destroy our dimension. Or maybe one of the Olde Ones has been brought back and they had to split."
"While that could be a possibility, they wouldn't have left without the Legendary here." Bardock pointed out. "No, the universe ain't in no danger. It must be sum else."
"Maybe Vegeta sensed Goku needed a break from… You know." Videl looked at Gine sheepishly and said no more.
"Aw, crap. Was I that much of a dick towards him? I need to get back in touch with my sensitive side. Being in Hell for so long kinda makes ya defensive." Gine rubbed his neck.
Bardock made a gagging sound.
"You expressed how you were feeling, Gine. You were angry about Kakarot not welcoming Raditz like a brother should have, and that's understandable," Toma said, "and knowing that kid, all you need to do is apologize and he'll forgive you."
"I hope so." The short Saiyan felt ashamed about acting like the brutes he would always criticize back on Vegetasei. "I let my temper get to me…"
"Speaking of temper!" Raditz interrupted, "Bulma, whatever ya do, don't mention what I told ya to Vegeta. He promised a world of pain if I told on him."
"Oh, Sweetheart, trust me, I won't say a word about it." Bulma lied through her teeth. It took one sniff for all Saiyans to turn their eyes towards the female genius, having smelled the blatant dishonesty.
"Bulma, I mean it!" Raditz begged, "Don't tell him I said-"
A slashing sound cut off the conversation, and Vegeta appeared next to Broly, the one with the easiest ki to pinpoint.
"We have a situation." Vegeta began but stopped when he smelled his breeding mate's anxiety and saw all eyes on himself. "You were talking about me. WOMAN, WHAT DID THE MORON SAY?!"
"Seeing as Goku isn't here, I'm assuming you mean our husband." The blue-haired woman replied.
"Heeey!" Raditz took offense to that.
Bulma stood up, walked to the Prince of All Saiyans, and punched him in the face as hard as she could.
Vegeta's head barely turned to the side, and he blinked a couple of times before training his eyes back on his wife.
"You forget yourself, Woman."
"Keep your empty threats to yourself, Pint-size!" Bulma shouted back. Eighteen all but fell from her chair.
"I do not have time to put up with your pettiness! Kakarot is not well!" The royal snapped.
Broly stood up as well as Toma and Gine. Bardock turned all his focus to Vegeta, already warming up his mind for whatever ailment had befallen his third born. The rest also quietened to hear what the Prince had to say.
"What's wrong, Vegeta? Is he hurt?" Gohan asked, concern etched on his face.
"He is- Hurting." Vegeta grunted as he felt another cramp through his and Kakarot's shared link.
At that moment, Broly's eyes dilated, and he began smelling all over the Prince's body, sensing a sweet scent coming from him, a scent that wasn't Vegeta's.
"What the Hell…" One of the Z-Fighters commented when they saw the giant's odd behavior.
"Away, you beast." Vegeta gently nudged Broly's face from his form. "Kakarot has gone into heat."
At the mention of this, Raditz also stood up, making his chair screech against the stone tiles. "AND YA LEFT HIM ALONE?!"
"I RETURNED TO FETCH BROLY!" Vegeta yelled back.
"I'm going back too!" Toma rounded the table and approached their prince.
"AND ME!" Raditz also dashed towards Vegeta.
"Let me put this in words you dunderheads can understand: DO YOU WISH THIS ONE HERE TO DESTROY YOU?!" Vegeta grabbed Broly by his muscular arm.
"He ain't gonna harm ME." Bardock crossed over the table, not bothering to circle it, and grabbed the shorter Locker by his shoulder, digging his fingers in his flesh. He challengingly glared at the pack's tallest member, daring Broly to go against him.
"If Bardy is going, I'm going. Somebody has to have his wits about him." Gine, unlike Bardock and his crude behavior, floated over the table without disturbing its contents. "And who's gonna fix yer food, hm? Who's gonna keep ya'll hydrated?! Ya'll gonna be useless after dealing with Kakarot, and I need to be there to care for him!"
Vegeta rounded at Gine as soon as he came close enough.
"That window has closed for the time being. You shall reunite properly with him once his heat has passed, and then you can concern yourself with caring for him."
Growling and showing his fangs, the royal delivered his last chastising sentence,
"If caring for another is what you desire, there is a Saiyan in the healing station who requires attention; he is the reason you are now alive. Perhaps you shall show him more heart than you have to your third born."
Gine scrunched his face and furrowed his brow. He fought back the pain in his chest that was threatening to manifest in the form of tears and lowered his head. "As you wish, Yer Highness."
"Now listen here, ya off-putting
mioki-"
"That's cock, Prince Vegeta," Toma interrupted Bardock, "we're Kakarot's parents, and we have the right to be there for him!"
Vegeta was about to start a shouting match with the tanned warrior when he felt Broly's ki shoot up. He turned around to look at the wild Saiyan and was met with a pair of golden eyes.
"Take me to Kakarot NOW."
The Legendary growled through clenched teeth.
An imperceptible shiver ran up Vegeta's spine and tail, and beads of sweat began forming on his brow. Without any further arguments with the other pack members, the Prince shrugged away from Bardock's grasp, and teleported with Broly back to Vampa.
The familiar pull of Instant Transmission was felt throughout the giant's body as his physical form moved through the outer rim of the Time and Space Dimension. The universe itself bent in the middle and joined two distant points where both Saiyans could give one step and be light years away from their starting place. This would always leave an unsettling feeling in Broly's guts, but as soon as they appeared in their cave and Kakarot's smell hit the Latcher, all thoughts were abandoned, and only the base need to reproduce occupied his mind.
A feral growl left the legendary warrior's mouth; Vegeta wisely took a few steps back, trying to avoid getting aroused. The entire area smelled of sweet, receptive sex hormones, and it was a true challenge to not respond to their call.
The Prince quickly observed Kakarot had moved to the nest and was currently naked, writhing, and mewling on the green pelts, craving for a dick to fill him and end his agonizing cramps. Against his very nature, the royal kept retreating, not wanting to seem like a challenger to the much stronger Saiyan, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
His boot, however, decided to bump a loose stone, and the treacherous thing gave away his presence.
Broly turned around, his eyes a deep hue of crimson red, and a menacing rumble began surging up his chest as four pairs of fangs were slowly exposed.
"SHIT!" Vegeta brought two fingers to his forehead, focused on Bardock's ki, and teleported just as Broly's hands attempted to snatch him and most likely rip him in half.
His body manifested once more at the gathering; unfortunately, in the haste of the teleportation, Vegeta miscalculated and I.T.ed right above the Commander. The Prince's weight fell over Bardock, and both Lockers collapsed to the ground.
"WHAT IN ALL FUCKS?!" Bardock shoved Vegeta off and did a reverse rollover into a defensive stance, tail puffed up and standing straight up in the air. He scoffed when he sniffed around him and saw who it was.
The brown-haired Saiyan let out a shaky breath, relieved that he was still alive and in one piece. He didn't even care he had just been thrown off and was still lying on the grass.
"Vegeta!" Raditz came trotting towards him as well as a few more of Kakarot's friends. "Is my brother okay? Did Broly transform? They didn't get into a fight, did they? Oh, gods, did Broly hurt ya?"
The Prince gave an almighty roar as a heavy and massive feeling descended upon his nether regions. He felt his breeder expand brusquely to accommodate a girthy and long cock, and he felt his core being slammed into by said massive organ.
Of course, his physical body remained untouched and unmoved; Vegeta cursed the bond he had with Kakarot for the hundredth time and reached out to grab Raditz by the collar of his earthian shirt.
"Sex now, questions later!"
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The single moon circling Vampa began to set as the small planet gave way to the sun. The warm rays bathed the celestial body's arid grounds, waking some of the few morning creatures; others decided to ignore the light and continue their sleep.
Stars began to disappear, camouflaging within the brightness of Vampa's star. The green sky lazily bled into a deep yellow, changing the ambience of this side of the planetoid. Eventually, the inhabitants of the land started with their daily activities: forage, prey upon meeker beings, fuck, take dust baths, fix any damage to their homes… Their typical routine they had practiced during eons.
There was a particular event, however, that interrupted the Vampa dwellers' routine, an event that attracted passers-by to examine the odd and loud sounds coming from a remote cave.
They were mating sounds, the nearby inhabitants came to recognize, the continuous sounds of pleasure that had interrupted their sleep all night long.
One brave soul ventured close enough to the entrance in an attempt to witness the sexual act. The act was taking place between the strange creatures the Vampanians had never seen before the cosmic phenomena that had happened long ago, when an odd, metallic sphere crash landed on the planetoid's surface and a monster had emerged from it.
As time had progressed, other monsters had joined the first one, coming and going mysteriously, wrecking the landscapes at times, introducing new smells, and of course, reproducing to their hearts' content.
The lizard-like animal slithered further into the cavern, coming to a large opening where two of these monsters were mating. It was most bizarre the way the larger one was holding the other; the original invader was standing up on its nest, holding its smaller, receiving partner by the hips, while the slimmer monster was dangling from the larger one's hands.
The uninvited guest tilted its head, watching as the more threatening monster pounded away into his much smaller mate. Then, without any warning, both monsters cried out, and a strong light exploded from them, making the cave shake, rocks shoot out, and heating up the entire area to almost boiling temperatures.
The small trespasser lost its life the moment the light enveloped it.
The mated pair fell on the green furs, sweating, panting, and slowly regaining their higher functions. Goku struggled to get Broly off him, the large Saiyan was simply too heavy for him at the moment. The gentle giant mindlessly rolled onto his side.
"Ow- OW! Broly!" Goku snapped at his mate for being careless of their connection.
The Legendary made an unintelligible sound and dragged his mate atop his chest. Both continued trying to calm their breathing and heartbeat, occasionally smoothing their hands over each others' bodies, never tiring of touching or being touched.
"Broly…" The Earth-raised warrior smiled lazily, feeling Broly's cock pulsing inside him, feeding him with warm, creamy seed. Goku blinked several times, the fuzziness caused by his heat finally dissipating enough to allow cognitive thought.
"Ya with me, Big Guy?"
"Always." Broly replied. It made the older Saiyan chuckle.
"Thanks for helping me out." Goku's tail searched for its lighter counterpart and coiled around it once found. "This feels much better than a false claim."
"False claim?" Broly asked.
"Ya know, the thing ya do with yer fingers t' copy a knot?" Goku gestured with his hands in an attempt to replicate the technique to calm a Saiyan's heat when no Latchers or toys were available.
"That sounds boring."
The Z-Fighter laughed full heartedly, "It ain't that bad. Maybe Vegeta ain't good at it."
Broly hugged his breeding mate tightly and buried his nose in Kakarot's hair, "You won't ever need that now that I'm with you."
"I wouldna have it any other way." Goku twisted as much as he could and placed a chaste kiss on Broly's lips.
-
"Harder, you mop-head!" Vegeta shouted at his life partner. "My fifth circle parent can put more back into it!"
"Vegeta! It's late, my stomach is full, my dick is tired, and this position is putting strain on my spine!" Raditz whined; they had been fucking for hours now, and one could keep up just so much.
The Prince roared in anger and removed himself from the other's cock. "FINE! We shall switch. On your back, and pull your legs up!"
"But- I-" the Latcher stuttered, "didn't ya-"
"I am not going to fuck you, calm down!" Vegeta waited for Raditz to lie down and bring his knees up to his chest. Then the small royal turned his back to his lover, grabbed Raditz's angry-red organ, and sat down on it.
"I shall do all the work." Vegeta snarled at his long-haired mate and began bouncing himself up and down Raditz's shaft. He could feel Kakarot getting well pounded into and on the edge. With any luck, he could synchronize their orgasms and come together; it was always a mind-blowing experience.
Brows furrowing in concentration, Raditz's mouth opened wide in a silent scream as Vegeta made the entire bed quake. He was slightly concerned about the frame breaking along with his hip bone, but the way his mate's channel sucked him in and tried strangling him dispelled any further thoughts about anything other than breeding the Prince of All Saiyans.
On every downstroke, the air from the Latcher's lungs was forced out in the form of grunting or moaning. Raditz was getting too close to climaxing, and he knew well enough what would happen to him if he came before his royal lover.
"Ve- Vege- TAAA! I'M-"
"You shall wait until I tell you to come!" The flame-haired Saiyan snapped back.
Raditz's hand let go of his leg to grasp the base of his shaft; he regretted it when his fingers were practically smushed between his pelvis and Vegeta's crotch. "I CAN'T!"
The Prince growled, making his thrusts shallower until Kakarot would orgasm. He began stroking his own cock, feeling the dam on the other side begin to crack.
"Remove your hand." Vegeta instructed, and as soon as Raditz let go of his dick, the royal resumed his movements at a higher speed.
"OH, F-FUUUUUUUUUUCK~" The larger Saiyan released into his mate and covered Vegeta's walls with his cum for the umpteenth time that night. His entire body trembled, his balls throbbed, and his vision spun.
Vegeta let out a choked sound and allowed pleasure to overcome him, groaning as he felt his breeder contract around Raditz's engorged length. A well timed thrust had his ring stretching wide to let the other's cockhead through, immediately clamping down and locking it in place.
The couple rested almost motionless on the mattress, breathing heavily, beads of sweat becoming too heavy and dripping down their heated bodies onto the sheets.
"Oh, lords have mercy…" Raditz let go of his legs and let them fall on the bed with a solid thud. Vegeta lay down atop of his mate's broad chest, both facing the ceiling of their marital suite.
"Did ya both come- At the same time?" The long-haired Saiyan asked.
"We did." Vegeta replied breathlessly, his cock still squirting out the occasional strand of liquid passion.
"I hope ya feel satisfied now."
Vegeta's tail tapped thoughtfully on the bed sheet. "It was- Acceptable."
"Acceptable?!" Raditz chuckled, "I've never been told my cock is just 'acceptable'."
The Prince cracked a smile, sat up, and spun himself around on his life partner's rod and lay back down on the other, this time, facing him.
"You know you are more than acceptable to me, you pathetic creature."
A genuine smile appeared on Raditz's visage; his hand came up to grab Vegeta by the scruff as his face came down to place a kiss on the royal lips. "Ya can be such a headache sometimes."
"Sometimes…" Vegeta mused.
"Alright, all the time." Raditz received a tail-swat on his cheek for that comment.
"And you are not? You and your entire circle are the most aggravating Sai-
ACHOO!"
The Prince scratched his nose, wondering who was talking ill about him. "Especially your brother. Bardock does not hold a candle to him."
The Latcher hummed appreciatively, his scent shifting for a moment, enough for Vegeta to notice.
"Raditz? Raditz!" Vegeta snapped his fingers in front of the other's face.
"Hm? Huh- What?" Raditz's mind returned to the here and now.
The brown-haired warrior sat up and regarded his mate with an expression Raditz hadn't seen before.
"What's wrong, 'Geta?"
Vegeta took a deep breath and reinforced his mask. "I believe you and I must have a talk."
-
After Vegeta retired for the night with Raditz, Gine left the BBQ buffet to aimlessly wander the new territory he was brought to, feeling guiltier by the minute for letting anger get the best of him.
He heard two familiar sets of steps walking quickly towards him. "Prince Vegeta is right, ya know. I took it too far with Kakarot."
"Fuck that runt, Gine," Bardock snapped, "he's always been an asshole to everyone."
"He was just looking out for Kakarot," Toma tactlessly remarked, making Gine whine. "Sorry… What can we do to cheer you up?"
Bardock slung an arm around his breeding mate's shoulders and pulled him close, "Yeah, Gine. Yer back from Hell, yer here with us, there's so much we need to catch up on. What would ya like to do~?"
"I… I'd like to prepare food for Kay, and also for everyone else. Gods know yer gonna need the energy." The bushy haired cook replied.
"…" Bardock stared at his shorter mate at a loss for words.
"I'm sure Bulma can hook you up in the kitchen!" Toma dashed back to the group to ask their pack provider for assistance.
"I meant sex-wise."
Bardock muttered to himself.
"What's a kitchen?" Gine asked, but the scarred Saiyan was much too frustrated to answer. All too soon, the blue-haired woman and Toma came back.
"I hear you want to delve into the culinary arts." Bulma smiled and waved at the trio to follow her.
"The what?" The butcher didn't understand any of the key words the human was saying.
"Cooking! …Oh! Food prepping?" Bulma used a language the aliens were more familiar with. "Although I'm certain we're not going to have the same ingredients and spices you all had on your planet."
Gine's face illuminated at the word 'spices'. "Ya'll use herbs to modify food flavors too?!"
"Our food is basically ninety percent sauce and ten percent actual food." The scientist exaggerated.
"Just like the
Daijis
and
Ryoks!"
The small Saiyan exclaimed, making fists and practically vibrating. "I received knowledge from them when I was at the academy! Humans prepare their food like that too?!"
"We lost him. Again." The Commander groused, and Toma agreed. They watched as their mate and Bulma excitedly talked about food as they walked towards the main building of Capsule Corp. and entered through the tall double doors. Both Saiyans let out a long breath.
"I promise, after Gine has had enough of food preparing, we'll corner him and bond. Alright, Love?" The Latcher placed a sympathetic arm around Bardock's waist.
The war veteran swished his tail in agitation and nodded. "I'll hold ya up to that, Toma."
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"So, this is where we keep all the condiments, the pots and pans are on that shelf, water comes from this tap, you just turn the handle and… Gine?" Bulma saw the Saiyan grabbing random bottles and sniffing them, sometimes snorting when particles got up his nose.
"I need your attention, Gine." The human genius smiled fondly at her parent-in-law.
"Hm? Oh!" The butcher trotted up to Bulma and listened to her many explanations. When they got to the stove and oven, the scientist paused and thought for a moment.
"Vegeta briefly told me you use ki to heat stuff up. On Earth, we use electricity or gas inside the house. Outside, we use combustibles like coal, wood, all of those."
"I know wood. Dun know what coal is. We use rock as our heating elements." Gine explained as he analyzed a metal pot. "We have similar containers where we infuse meats with herbs. This material is odd…"
"Stainless steel!" Bulma informed the alien, "I suppose you can warm it up with ki without damaging it, but I'd rather teach you how to use these appliances."
"Uh-huh. And where's your meat closet? Do humans have those?" Gine asked, looking around.
"I actually had one installed after getting together with Vegeta." Bulma grabbed Gine's hand, to which the Saiyan raised his eyebrows, and led him to the large, refrigerated room she had built, following the Prince's specifications.
Bulma stopped midway and looked back at Gine, abruptly releasing his hand. "Sorry. I forget that Saiyans don't hold hands unless they're mates. Humans are more casual about that."
"OH!" The expert cook laughed in relief. "And here I thought ya wanted to have sex."
The blue-eyed female chuckled and waved Gine off. "I'm fine with my two Saiyan husbands. But I'm not opposed to having fun once in a while with the pack. Nothing too involved, mind you."
Bulma showed her newest guest where the rest of the food closets were; there was a closet for all the meats, another for fish and seafood, a closet for cheese only, another for vegetables and fruit, and the last one was a small icebox for ready-to-eat meals. Gine learned it was called a refrigerator, or fridge for short.
"We keep the grains outside in a silo, and we have workers bring in only what we use for that day- er- cycle." Bulma sighed and stood akimbo. "I swear, being a pack provider comes with its benefits, but it's a lot of work!"
"I suspected ya were the pack provider. I've never seen so many food reserves in one place! Not to mention so much water."
The two walked back to Bulma's personal kitchen, and the human sat down at the island, pouring herself a cup of pre-made tea. "One more thing. My carrier, Panchy, practically rules this kitchen; it's her kingdom. She'll be back in the morning- early sun, and she can teach you hundreds of recipes from all the districts on Earth!"
"Amazing…" Gine's eyes sparkled; he knew only a handful of recipes and couldn't wait to learn more ways to prepare food. His tail suddenly stood up the moment Bulma uncovered a small container.
"Is that- Is that sugar?"
"Oh, yeah! We have an abundance of sugar on Earth." Bulma smiled at the Third Class and offered him a sugar cube. "I bet you really want to stay here after that bit of info."
Gine bit into the small cube of sugar and groaned, "Ya bet yer ass! There ain't no way I'mma go to a barren planet when we can stay here." The bushy-haired cook showed his palm for another cube.
Bulma gladly gave him the entire sugar bowl, "Knock yourself out. We also have candy."
"The stuff kings eat?! I'm staying." Gine spoke through a mouthful of sugar cubes. Bulma was not surprised; Vegeta would use an obscene amount of sugar in his tea as well, sometimes forgoing the tea.
"Between you and I," Bulma leaned in and looked around to make sure there were no eavesdroppers, "I'm planning a huge thing for you guys. So, when Broly masters his ki, the entire pack will have a nice, quaint place to live in."
"Yer making us a forge?! What type of forgelings do ya use? Or is it a hand-made building?" Gine placed the empty bowl down.
"It would be considered hand-made, but we have machines to build for us, usually. Since I'm a scientist, I prefer using more advanced technology to build. It's called 'Capsule Tech'."
As Bulma talked science to Gine, the alien listened carefully, commenting when appropriate, while checking out more spice racks and bottles and jars, memorizing their smell, tasting them, and accepting Bulma's input on each of their names.
It was way after midnight when Gohan came in, bloody, panting, and with a smile on his face.
"GOHAN?!" Bulma stood up from the barstool.
"It's okay! I just came back from hunting with Bardock and Toma. We skinned our catch and uh… I'm a mess, heheh." Gohan grimaced when he saw the red and muddy shoe prints on the white, clean kitchen tiles.
"I'll have the bots take care of that," Bulma noticed the young adult's dilemma and clapped twice for a little maid-helper. "I'll get some clothes for you."
"It's also late, Bulma. Videl and I are going to head off soon." The young professor called out to the multi-billionaire's retreating form just as the small bot came out and began scrubbing.
"Nonsense! You're all staying here. We're having breakfast tomorrow!" Bulma answered back and disappeared up the stairs.
"What did ya guys hunt?"
Gohan startled and spun around, forgetting there was another in the kitchen. "Oh! Gine. We hunted deer mostly, some fish… Bardock fought a giant snake that wanted to steal our game, so we have that too."
Gine got up and approached his third circle cub, leaning in to smell the blood on his clothes. It made the demi Saiyan feel a bit awkward, but he stayed put. After several seconds, Gine pulled back with an expression of excitement on his face.
"I know exactly what to use with this meat!" Gine grabbed the demi's hand and sniffed. "This is fish. It'll go well with the white… uuuuh- PEPPER! Aaaand… Ment? Mint?"
"I see Bulma has been busy teaching you." Gohan smiled.
"Wait until ya taste the product of my lessons with Bulma!" Gine smiled back and watched the little droid finish getting rid of all the blood stains.
"Gine?! Are ya here?"
"In the kitchen, Bardy!" The butcher called out. He froze when an even more bloody Bardock and Toma came in, carrying many antlers dripping with blood, a few pairs of legs, a scaly skin, and several spines. They tossed them all on the floor.
The maid-helper looked at the new mess, beeped a handful of curse words in binary, and dashed back to its station.
"We brought ya some stuff." Bardock licked his hand and arm.
"I can see that…" The bushy-haired alien shook his head. These two would always make a mess no matter what planet they were on.
Toma couldn't help himself to a bite of the deer. "We have more parts to bring."
"Please don't." The halfling begged.
"Here you go, Goha-
AAAAAH!"
Bulma dropped the small pile of clothes when she saw the bloody mess in Panchy's immaculate kitchen. "WHAT IS ALL THIS?!" The Saiyans cringed at the high notes Bulma was yelling at.
"We'll clean up, Bulma." Toma offered, stopping himself from scratching the back of his head with a bloody hand.
"Like Hell we will!" The scarred Saiyan barked out. "We hunted and skinned. That were our job!"
Bulma glared daggers at the two homewreckers and pointed at the cleaning supplies closet. "You two will grab the mop and detergent AND CLEAN THE KITCHEN FLOOR!"
"Or what?!" Bardock crossed his arms and stood defiantly.
"Or I fuck ya last!" Gine neared the group.
The Commander's jaw fell, and he was about to retort when his shorter breeding mate stomped on the floor, cracking a tile.
Growling, Bardock pulled Toma along and opened the cleaning closet door, ripping it off its hinges. Bulma screamed again.
"I don't fucking know what a mop were!" The bandana-clad Saiyan snarled.
"This one," Gohan walked up to his two grandparents and took out the mop bucket combo and the detergent. "I'll help you guys clean, but first, take the hunt to the sink. Try not to let the blood drip on the floor."
"I'll do it!" Gine stopped his mates. "These two ain't got a single brain cell to prevent making things worse." He grabbed a large container and used it to transport the legs to the sink.
"I'll get some bots to help with that." There was no way Bulma was getting blood on her outfit.
It took the quintet a while to clean and transport the animal parts to the sink, and the bots to fix the door and the broken tile, but they managed just before Yamcha, Tien, and Krillin came over, carrying more bloody animal parts.
"OKAY! We have all the leftovers here," Yamcha called out, "where can we put them?"
"WAIT!"
It was too late; the men entered the kitchen and set the many body parts on the island, leaving a trail of blood and muck behind them.
Bulma and Gine stared at the shoe prints made of red, brown, and green. It was Bulma who spoke first.
"You three, grab the cleaning supplies and start cleaning. I'm going out to see the rest of our friends to their guest rooms. If this kitchen isn't pristine by the time I come back, I'm sicking both my husbands on you."
The Z-Fighters grimaced, and Bardock had to cover a smirk, glad it wasn't him who was stuck with all the domestic work this time around.
"Yer not off the hook!" Gine placed his hands on his hips, "Bulma, do ya have a cleansing room?"
"Yes, in fact. You'll use the hose outside to wash off, all of you."
"But- Bulmaaa. It's cold outside, and the hose water is even colder!" Krillin bemoaned.
"PAH!" Bardock crossed his arms again, "I ain't going anywhere near cold water-"
A vicious, bark-like growl came from the smaller Saiyan, and Bardock's tail tensed before coiling around his waist. "Bulma's got warm water to bathe in! Why do we gotta use cold water?!"
"Because I'm not letting your grimy asses anywhere NEAR the rest of my house! OUT!" The blue-haired woman pointed towards the door.
Gohan and Toma obediently exited the cooking area, leaving one angry Commander and three nervous, mopping humans behind.
"Bardy, dontcha even start!" The butcher saw the tip of his breeding mate's tail twitch; the scarred Saiyan was ready to put up a fight to avoid the cold water and breezy fall temperature mix.
"I ain't bathing in cold water if ya ain't." The older Saiyan replied. "I've let ya get away with enough crust for one cycle!"
Gine snarled at his life partner, "If ya wanna taste ONE BITE of my food, then yer gonna get yer sagging tits out there and clean up!"
There was a collective sound of gasping as the others stood still, some bracing themselves for a full-out, Saiyan brawl.
"I-" Bardock looked down at his well-defined chest, "THEY…!" He placed his hands below each of his muscular pecs, as if trying to prove to his mate that they were anything BUT saggy.
The master strategist ended up huffing in absolute rage and leaving after Toma and their third circle cub without another word.
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The next morning started bright and early for one Panchy Briefs. After her ritualistic Saturday, where she would spend all day and night with her female friends, rotating whose residence would house their gatherings at the change of the week, the tired grandmother returned to Capsule Corp.. As she parked her hover car at the front of the main building, she noticed movement inside her kitchen.
"Odd. Bulma is never awake at this time, and my dumpling never enters my kitchen." She wondered who else would be there aside from her daughter and husband.
Like a puma returning to her infiltrated den, claws out and ready to attack, the blonde flittingly shuffled towards her safe haven to catch the possible imposter.
Gine had been preparing meals all night- recipes he knew by heart, new recipes he created, and some recipes he was able to decipher from a cookbook-, and encapsulating them as the meals were finished just like Bulma had taught him. Bardock had interrupted his work a handful of times throughout the night, asking him to join their nest, but the small butcher was too energized to lie down and rest. Where others became exhausted and napped, Gine found preparing food would help him wind down.
He was about to add a bushel of potatoes to the sink when he smelled somebody approaching. It was a flowery, chemical scent; Gine hadn't sensed it at full strength since he had been revived, and as the figure came closer and closer, the Saiyan's guard solidified. Slender fingers wrapped around the handle of a sharp cleaver.
Panchy opened the door and saw a stranger standing near her sink, "Hello there! Are you one of Bulma's friends?" The grandmother asked politely.
"Are ya Panchy?" Gine replied with a question.
"Why, yes! Nice to meet-" The old woman was surprised when a force that matched a tornadic waterspout closed in on her, eyes as wide as saucers and as eager as a child on Christmas Eve.
"PLEASETEACHMEYERSECRETS!" It came out in a jumble of words, but Panchy still retained her astute hearing. Years of listening to her husband mumble had taught her to recognize words that were said in one breath.
"Secrets, my dear? Oh, but we've barely met." The blonde felt flattered but was cautious.
The other personaje straightened up and made themselves presentable, dusting down their-
Panchy's
apron and putting on a dulled down expression. It was then that Panchy noticed a furry 'belt' around this new character.
"I'm Gine! Bulma told me all about ya and how great ya are at preparing food and-"
"My word! You're a Saiyan!" The grandmother exclaimed with glee. "Are you by chance Goku's parent?"
"Who? OH! Kakarot. Yeah, I'm his source… I don't know what word you use for that." Gine scratched his cheek. "In any case! Please share your food designs!"
Panchy tilted her head; it took a few seconds for her to realize the alien meant cooking recipes. "By all means, Sweetie! Let me put my things away and change, and I'll be right with you."
"What's all the hoo-haw?" An older voice came from behind the two culinary artists, and they turned to see a groggy, orange old-timer walk into the kitchen, freshly out of the shower.
"Lemo… Right?" Gine recalled the former soldier's name.
"Morning, Lemo!" Panchy greeted the elder gentleman she had met during Bulma's wedding.
"Greetings to both of you. I heard you two talking about food? Are you making breakfast for everyone?" The veteran asked.
"In a second, Dear. We'll have the food ready as soon as I come back." The curly-haired woman trotted out of the kitchen towards her room.
"I'll help too, Gine. I was a bit of a food connoisseur back on my planet." Lemo said humbly. "And you two will need all the help you can get with an entire pack of Saiyans, plus a group of humans and others. Not to mention the kids."
"Hmmm," Gine stared openly at the other alien who was even shorter than he was.
The ex-guard quirked his hairless brow, "Something the matter?"
"I'm thinking there'd be too many different styles in the food prep." The butcher placed a crooked finger on his chin, "Even with Panchy, our differences might clash and end up ruining the meal."
"Well," Lemo suggested, "how about we make three different meals. Each of us cook separately, we make our signature dishes if possible, and serve them to the others. It could even be like those cook-off shows on the telly."
"The huh?" Gine gave Lemo a puzzled look, so the orange alien explained the cooking competitions he'd watch during the cruise. When the tailed warrior finally understood what television was and the concept behind a cook-off, his eyes grew wide and sparkled, much like Goku's would or his kids.
"THAT'S A FANTASTIC IDEA!" He exclaimed just as Panchy came back. Gine eagerly informed the woman about Lemo's idea, and the trio gave out a simultaneous cheer as they agreed to the competition and began gathering ingredients.
-
A full body tremor interrupted Goku and Broly's sleep; Goku released his mate's organ, and Broly's dick softly slid out of the smaller Saiyan. The Earth Saiyan sighed and laid his head back on Broly's large arm, relieved that his fourth wave was finally over and grimacing as he felt cum pour out his swollen mating hole.
Broly needed no invitation to sit up, flip his life partner on his back, and part his legs to begin with the clean up procedure. Goku's eyes shut tight, and a hiss escaped him as the other's tongue licked around the irritated bits. When Broly began licking past Goku's slit, his channel automatically contracted, spilling more excess seed over the furs. It mortified the Third Class, but it was an unavoidable evil during a heat cycle.
Goku's eyes opened when he heard a soft rumbling in Broly's chest. He lifted his head to look at his mate happily purring and cleaning their love mess. Lying back down, Goku couldn't stop a smile from stretching his lips. He knew exactly what was going through the legendary warrior's head: I'm sorry for being so rough and violent with you. I'll make it better.
The reciprocating purr from the older Saiyan came out as a startling raspy croak, signaling Goku was beyond dehydrated. Before he could get up to retrieve a much needed drink for himself and Broly, the latter jumped to his feet and made a dash for the bowls.
Goku was surprised at the amount of care Broly was showing, not that he hadn't shown care before. The Latcher just seemed anxiously devoted to seeing to the Earth Saiyan's every need, as miniscule as they might be.
The bowls were brought back to the messy nest and one handed to the Locker in heat. Goku drank greedily, and once he was done, Broly guzzled down his bowl. The stronger warrior returned to fetch more water for them.
Goku let himself be pampered for once. He lay back down and watched his mate dip the bowls into the large water barrel and return carefully to not spill. During this process of rehydration, the smaller of the two made some calculations (as much as he was able to). He figured his heat waves were coming at a three hour interval, too fast still. The waves would signal the end of his cycle when they came around twice a day, on Earth in any case.
He still had a long way to go.
After satisfying their thirst, Broly lay beside his life partner and began rubbing his face against Goku's hair. The purring restarted on both ends, this time, Goku could actually articulate the trilling sound, and the mated couple rested in each others' arms, occasionally rubbing their scent on one another.
They lost track of time, but when their bodies needed to remind the pair of the goings-on from within, a loud rumble startled both Saiyans, a rumble coming from Goku's almost insatiable stomach.
Broly instantly hopped into action, as Goku expected. The Legendary went to one of the large crates and opened it to grab an instant meal packet, only- there weren't any packets. There weren't even crumbs. He went to another crate and came up with the same result.
The bulkier alien looked at his mate before rushing into Lemo and Cheelai's capsule home; he came back empty-handed. All their food supplies had disappeared.
The hero's stomach grumbled again, louder this time, and Broly made a quick decision, reverting back to his early days before he met any of the pack members, back when he lived with his source on the barren planet, back when he needed to hunt to eat.
Without a word said, Broly left the cave in search of food for his hungry mate and himself.
Goku waited, and waited. He figured an hour or so had passed and still no Broly. His fifth wave would hit any moment now, and he would be damned if he didn't have a Latcher around when that happened.
The increasingly nervous Saiyan was tempted to teleport to Broly, but he had hesitated for too long; his mind was beginning to feel fuzzier and fuzzier, making him more reluctant to use Instant Transmission. His body began cramping, and Goku knew it was too late to do anything.
He would have to ride this wave by himself.
-
The early birds staying at Bulma's residence sat at a long table that had been set up for them. They all watched Panchy, Gine, and Lemo hurry from this side to that in the kitchen, preparing their best dishes, cutting up plants and meat, seasoning food, and firing up the many cooking appliances.
A few spectators had to wipe their mouths discreetly when the different aromas started wafting their way.
Lemo was the first to serve one of his chosen dishes; having worked as a cook in the F.F., he had to be swift, lest he risk losing more than his paycheck. Gine came shortly after; being the meal provider among vicious, hungry Saiyans had taught him many shortcuts to preparing fine food and quickly. Last came Panchy; she never had had to be rushed, her life had never been in danger, and she always took extra care in the details and embellishments.
Plates were promptly filled with food, some foreign, others recognizable, and the invitees began eating. Compliments abounded, sounds of 'oohs' and 'aahs' weren't amiss. It was agreed that the cooks, alien, Saiyan, and human alike, were the creme de la creme when it came to the culinary arts. If they were to give out an award, all three artists would receive one.
Panchy's classic earthian cooking, Lemo's bold fruity and sour concoctions, and Gine's subtle sweet and herbal combination made for a true feast, a five star breakfast.
The feast, however, would turn sour once the rest of the group, the ones who enjoyed sleeping in, joined.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Two bodies rubbed against each other, sweat mixed with more sweat, and heated kisses were exchanged between the passion filled lovers who were writhing on the odd, earthian bed.
"Mmm, Toma~" Bardock let his mask down only in the presence of his mates. He allowed himself to let free a multitude of breathy words, describing just how much he loved and craved the Latcher's cock.
"You really love my dick, don't you, Chub." Toma kissed down Bardock's neck fervently, reaching one of his nipples and sucking on it until it began leaking.
"DAMMIT, TOMA!" Bardock sat up and sharpened his senses in case anyone was nearby. He punched his partner's shoulder once he deemed there was no danger. "I've told ya not to call me that!"
"Aww," the tanned Saiyan grabbed the other and pulled him down on top of his torso, kissing the older warrior again. "There's nobody around, Love."
"For all we know, Bulma might have spying devices all over the place!" The Commander muttered angrily and went back to kissing Toma's lips.
"I can't wait for your heat cycle, 'Dock." Toma's entire body tensed, and his shaft leaked precum as he flipped them over and frantically rubbed Bardock's cleft with his length. They were fortunate to have their cub on his cycle, but imagining the love of his life bringing up a Saiyan baby inside him was enough to make the taller warrior shake from sheer joy.
"Calm down, ya single-cell organism!" Bardock placed his feet under his mate and kicked him off. As Toma tried to regain his balance and avoid falling off the bed, the master strategist jumped him, and they both toppled to the floor, biting and scratching and kissing.
Suddenly, Bardock stopped and lifted his head, sniffing the air.
"What is it, Love?" The taller alien could feel himself on edge already and had a mighty need to come inside his partner.
"I… I smell… It ain't quite his, but-"
Toma sat up and smelled around too, picking up the scent after a second. "Oh, gods… Is it?"
Bardock looked back at his mate; they both shot up to their feet, haphazardly put their clothes back on, and rushed out of their guest room, erections forgotten.
"And where are you two disappointments headed to in such haste?"
The scarred Saiyan and former Elite halted and turned around to meet the owner of the haughty tone.
"Make way!" Vegeta shoved himself between them, keeping his pace constant and head held high.
Raditz tried to slip through unnoticed to keep close to his breeding mate, but he knew his resentful carrier would never let that slide. He was proved correct when a foot tripped the tall Saiyan, and Raditz stumbled on top of the Prince.
"RADITZ!!!" Vegeta screamed from the floor, shimmying out from under the larger warrior's bulk, only to see Bardock bypassing them, laughing smugly, and Toma right behind him.
"Apologies, Highness, but this is Gine's cooking we're talking about." The tanned Latcher shrugged sheepishly and ran off to catch up with his Center.
Bardock's self-assured smile was short-lived, however; the older couple arrived at the kitchen to see a few of Kakarot's friends already eating, including his family and Cheelai.
"The fuck were-"
"Outta my way, Old Timer."
A short, lavender-haired boy passed by the bandana-clad Saiyan, followed by a more polite Goten, and sat at the table.
"… OLD-?!"
"Pan! Princess Bulla!" Toma interrupted his life partner when he spotted the two children.
"Morning, guys! I saved you a spot right next to the kids, Toma." Bulma announced happily. Videl whispered something in Pan's ear, and the small tot got up and pulled her great grandpa's chair back.
"OHMYWORD!!!"
Toma squealed when he saw the small baby he was holding yesterday stand up and move the seat. "She reached her first age?!" The tanned alien quickly approached the youngster; he even noticed she was taller and heavier when he picked her up.
"She suddenly had a growth spurt at dawn. We kind of need explaining…" Gohan scratched his head and looked pleadingly at Toma.
A growl bubbled up from the Commander's chest; first it was strangers eating HIS MATE'S food, then Toma ignoring him over their fourth circle cub, then Runt Jr. proving to be Vegeta's carbon-copy. He couldn't wait to see what came next.
"Great, so the little ankle-biter hit First Age. She'll be flying soon, and then were when things get amusing for ya." Bardock huffed at Gohan and his wife as he chose to sit opposite them.
"Pan can already fly." Videl informed them proudly; it made Toma make another high-pitched sound and kiss the toddler's cheek, but Bardock showed no sign of being impressed.
"Early greetings, Sunshine~" Gine intervened as he served his last signature dish and placed a kiss on the grumpy Saiyan's nose- Bardock was mortified.
"I ain't feeling a speck sunny this cycle!" The oldest group member gritted out, wiping his face and basking in the aroma of the food in front of him; the new bowl the short cook brought out smelled like
wild beiko
mixed with minced
okiwan
in some of Gine's best sweet sauces.
"I ain't talking to ya, I'm talking to our cub." The butcher waved when he saw Raditz and grabbed an available chair nearby, waiting for Bardock and Vegeta to sit down.
"Hey, Gine!" Raditz jogged towards his side parent and sat down, only to fall through and meet the floor with his ass. "WHAT THE FUCK, OL' YAN?!"
"Ya wait for yer Center to sit down, Brat!" The scarred Saiyan was about to take a seat when Vegeta grabbed the hem of his leggings.
"And YOU settle in after your PRINCE!" The flame-haired royal took a seat and left one empty for Raditz- the latter waited until his carrier sat down before situating himself between the two dominant Saiyans.
"That bastard will be the death of me…" Vegeta grouched as he grabbed a bottle of balsamic vinaigrette and reached for the cap. Before his gloved fingers could touch the top of the fancy, plastic bottle, the Prince of All Saiyans unexpectedly cramped as a monstrous wave of arousal overtook his body, making his hand muscles convulse.
The vinegary dressing squirted out of the bottle with fury, missing Bulma's face by a scant few inches, and assaulted Krillin's left eye.
"AAAACK! WHY ME?!" The monk cried out as he stood up and ran towards the nearest sink.
"You seem to have a propensity to be the icebreaker in tense situations, Babe." Eighteen deadpanned, trying to keep a straight face while the others cackled at their short friend's plight.
"Raditz, clean yer mate's mess." The command came in the form of a hidden threat, and the long-haired Latcher was taken aback by Bardock's words.
"Don't start, Bardy." Gine casually warned the higher ranked Saiyan as he served himself a bowl of Panchy's Broccoli Chicken Casserole.
"Yeah, last time I checked, I ain't part of the clean-up crew." Finding confidence within, Raditz asserted himself, knowing Gine had his back.
"I will fuck ya up if ya don't do as I say!" The scarred warrior exposed his fangs.
"I'll have none of that in my kitchen!" A flowery voice interrupted the potential fight from breaking out, and Panchy appeared at their side with a magicked wet rag to clean up the vinaigrette from the table. "The thought of having my guests clean! I'll get that for you, Honey. You enjoy your meal."
Raditz was many things, prudent was not one of them as demonstrated by the smug grin he shot Bardock's way. His tail was promptly stomped on as soon as the blond grandmother stepped away.
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Bulma threw her napkin on the table and glared daggers at her MIL. "If you're going to behave like a complete barbarian towards my husband, you can fuck right off out of here!"
Bardock sneered at the blue-haired human and received a warning tap on his leg from Gine's tail. "FINE!" He slammed the table with his hands, grabbed one of the serving trays prepared by his mate, "I'm taking this," and left the dining area.
There were a few random mutters here and there, and Gine felt he needed to defend his Center. "I apologize for Bardock's behavior. He doesn't appreciate when others eat food I prepare because he loves it so much, and-"
"Bardock's an ass," Tien interrupted, "we get it. Dominance is important to you guys, and you need to play aggressively to not show weakness. Isn't that right, Vegeta?"
"You c-can fuck off." The Prince gritted out, trying to ignore the raging hard-on between his legs. He was willing to bet the chair was soaked and considered himself blessed his pack members hadn't pointed that out.
"What I miss?" Krillin came back with a red eye.
"Bardock got told off," Yamcha gladly informed the short monk.
"And Gine believes he owes us an apology," Eighteen added and turned her icy-blue eyes to the Saiyan, "You don't. The grinch is the one who should apologize."
"Agreed," Krillin sat down and nodded.
Videl finished cutting Pan's food into smaller pieces and joined in, "We understand you have a hot-headed partner. It's alright."
To say Gine was surprised at how kind everyone was here on Earth was an understatement. He expected to be thoroughly shunned for acting weak.
"Honestly, how do you put up with a spouse like that?" Cheelai asked the short alien.
That caused the butcher to chuckle and turn a bit red in the face. "Because he's hot when he gets all huffy."
"Funny," Yamcha commented, "Goku is the same way with Vegeta! Guess you guys are attracted to aggression."
"Having angry sex with him is the best." Toma mentioned, followed by a screech from Videl and the subsequent covering of the baby's ears, Bulla and Pan alike.
"That ain't the only reason though, huh?" Trunks snarked.
"Isn't."
Bulma corrected her growing teenager who was entering the 'Thug Life' stage. "And Toma, you watch your language in front of the kids!"
"What… What language?" The Latcher asked in confusion.
"She means no sex talk in front of the brats," Vegeta aided the tanned warrior. The two teenagers started giggling, and Bulma's angry eyes turned on her first husband.
"Oh! I'll switch to our native tongue then," Toma reasoned, and he subsequently began talking in Saiya-go, listing the unspeakable things Bardock would do when he was angry.
Gine blushed and poured himself a glass of fruit juice. Vegeta choked on his bite and had to use ki to clear his windpipe. Raditz couldn't stop a grin as he listened to his source talk.
"Oh, man!" Trunks vociferated, "I didn't know you guys were THAT crazy."
The female scientist and alien prince stared at their first born.
"Brat, there is no way you- understood all that." Vegeta tried to keep his voice steady and not sweat when he felt Kakarot's arousal spike.
"I've heard you speak Saiya-go a few times~" The purple-haired teen looked at his nails.
"Not enough- to decipher an entire language!" The royal argued.
"Oh, I built a Saiya-go translator, and Rad-Dad helped me fill in the blanks." The teen bragged.
Vegeta choked again.
"Rad-Dad? You mean THIS Rad-Dad?!" Bulma turned to gawk at her second husband.
The long-haired Saiyan felt the weight of several eyes bearing down upon him. He carefully took a bite of food and chewed slowly, trying to be as still as possible to blend into the background.
"Ex
-hack-
plain- yourself, you traitor
-cough-
to the Crown!" The Prince tried suppressing his coughing fit.
"I've just been communicating with my new kid once in a while… Since the cruise. Trunks wanted to learn our language, sooo… I taught him?" Raditz gulped.
"When?" Toma asked, "I never saw you with a scouter."
Raditz swallowed, took a deep breath, and reached inside his hair, pulling out a small device that looked like a sleek headset.
Everyone stared at him.
"You STOLE the prototypes?!" Bulma stood up from her chair and slammed her hands on the table, looking at Trunks.
"THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL!" The youth grabbed his best friend as Goten was about to take a bite of the delicious meal, and dragged him off to his room; the younger teen went kicking and screaming about his uneaten food.
"Speaking of meal-!" Gine grabbed everyone's attention and fetched a bag full of food capsules.
"I prepared a lot of stuff for Kakarot and Broly. I'd give them this myself, but I have no transportation, and I'd rather wait until Kay is ready to see me again."
"The only transportation we have t-to Vampa now is teleportation. Frieza's lackeys- stole your ship. " Vegeta dropped the bomb to Lemo and Cheelai. The alien duo shouted a crisp 'WHAT' in response
"I shall- return there, seeing as only I am able to do that- aside from Kakarot." The flame-haired royal wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood.
"Vegeta? You haven't even finished-" The genius mother's eyes widened when she spotted a prominent tent in her lover's leggings.
"Mommy, Daddy has two tails!"
Bulma snatched up her daughter and covered Bulla's eyes and mouth.
"I wanna tail too!" Pan exclaimed. Videl inhaled sharply and covered the tot's eyes as soon as she noticed why Bulma had done that to her kid.
"Look away, Sweet Pea." Krillin started lifting his hand towards Marron's eyes.
"Don't even think about it, Halfpint!" The android swatted Krillin's hand away and received a soft thanks from the young teen; Eighteen knew Marron had absolutely no interest in that sort of thing.
"VEGETA! DO YOU MIND?!" The scientist shouted.
"I do, in fact, mind your human nonsense." Vegeta snapped back, grabbed the bag Gine was holding, and I.T.ed to Vampa before a fight could break out between himself and his wife.
As soon as his body materialized inside the cave, a tsunami of sex hormones hit Vegeta in the face like a baseball bat. He looked down to see Kakarot writhing in their nest, hugging his midsection, and howling in pain.
"'G-GETAAAA!"
The Locker cried out.
"YA EITHER FUCK ME NOW OR YA KILL ME!"
The plea didn't fall on deaf ears, and Vegeta didn't restrain himself this time. Dropping the bag of capsules on the floor, the Prince hastily undressed and got up on the stack of furs. He tightened his hands around Kakarot's ankles and spread his legs apart, exposing his wet, swollen cunt and puffy, swaying tail.
"You are a fountain down here, Kakarot…" The royal's shaft jumped as he observed how the other's slit contracted and loosened frantically, pulsing in need and dripping slick all over Kakarot's cleft, tail, and pelts.
Goku let out a pathetic whine and spread his breeder open with his hands, "VEGETAAA!" Instincts wanted him to bite the other Saiyan in the balls to get him moving, but the Earth Savior was in too much pain to move.
He watched in horrified anticipation as Vegeta's dick leaked precum and was still NOT INSIDE him. He wrapped his tail around the Prince's thigh as a last supplication, and howled out noisily as he was finally given what his body craved.
In one thrust, Vegeta slid all the way through his tensing channel, filling Goku with his meat rod. The younger Saiyan came instantly, his entire breeder clamped around the Prince's cock and sucked him in towards his cervix; Vegeta had no choice but to keep pushing inside until he penetrated the Locker's ring and lodged himself inside his core.
The gel-like substance coating Goku's womb, even more than usual during a heat cycle, pulled a forced orgasm out of the royal, and Vegeta roared out in surprise. He pulled out past Kakarot's ring and pounded back inside, each time, increasing his speed until he had his former rival screaming his name.
There was too much noise surrounding the shorter warrior, he wasn't able to hear the footsteps approaching, nor the thud of a heavy object falling to the ground. The scent of fresh blood, however, was too strong, and it made Vegeta freeze and snap his head up.
A few yards away from the nest, there was a long, green tail on the ground, as well as a few small, dead animals, and standing next to them was a tall, FURIOUS Latcher swinging his tail in anger and bearing his large fangs at him.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"I can't believe these humans!"
The door to the recovery room where one classless Saiyan was peacefully resting was thrown wide open, making it hit the wall with a resounding BANG.
"FUCK!" Turles jumped from his cot, aggravating his injuries sustained in their recent battle as he flailed and bumped against the tray table nearby. The sole cup of water that was minding its own business, doing its job to keep the patient hydrated, fell from the hospital table and spilled all over the floor as the door slammed closed again.
"Dammit, Bardock! What the fuck do you-"
"I'll tell ya what the fuck I want! I wanna put all these inferior creatures in their place!" The Commander spat.
The pirate groaned and lay back down, rubbing his face in exasperation. "Please, enlighten me. I LOVE to hear you bitching."
"Can ya believe that blue-haired menace kicked me outta the table?!" Bardock shoved the tray stand away from the bed.
"Yes. Yes, I can." Turles watched the other peeved Saiyan with little amusement. When Bardock unexpectedly yanked his covers down, the clone let out an embarrassing yelp.
"And the rest of them pests! Eating my mate's meal BEFORE I take the first bite! At least I got to enjoy one of Gine's dishes." Bardock plunged his hand inside his copy's hospital pants and grabbed his dick firmly. Turles let out another unsavory yip.
"On Vegetasei," the dominant Saiyan continued, "I'd be allowed to kill each and every one of them!" The scarred warrior accentuated each word with a pump of the renegade's flaccid cock.
"Keep- talking dirty to me," Turles said sarcastically. "That turns me on- sooo much." He flinched when the other started jacking him off with no lube or care.
"And that BRAT!"
The dark-skinned clone threw his hands in the air and let them fall back on the bed,
"Which one, 'Dock?"
Bardock grimaced and snarled, "The runt's brat! He were already acting like a pompous, spoiled, pretentious royal shit!"
The dick in the Commander's hardened hand finally started getting firm. "He's your third circle now, Bardy~" Turles smiled sweetly.
"HE WERE!" The bandana-clad Saiyan's grip tightened so much it made Turles flinch. "That were the worst part! I could be disciplining him, teaching him how to respect his fucking elders. Ya think Bulma would let me? NOOOO!"
A loud whimper left Turles' parted lips as Bardock pinched his nipples through the bandages.
"If that human weren't the pack provider, I'd show him a thing or two about crossing me!"
"Her." The clone corrected his model.
Bardock scoffed, "And that were another thing. Only our Goddess uses them words. Humans here are so entitled they demand to be addressed as gods!"
"It- means something different- to them." Turles moaned as he started getting in the mood.
The scarred alien dove down and raked his sharp fangs over Turles' delicate skin on his neck. "So yer saying it were fine that we respect human culture without having them respect ours?"
"You give a little, you get a little," the trickster lectured the older Saiyan. "They've- already put up with- with so much shit from us."
"Their lives were literally in our hands. If we wanted to annihilate them, we sure as fuck could!"
The pirate began thrusting into Bardock's hand, "But then who would prepare all that delicious food and craft all that 'comfortable' clothing?"
"Tch! Don't remind me of that shitshow. I can't believe Bulma put us through all that fuckery."
"You can make money and have so many perks just by exposing your body!" Turles exclaimed childishly.
"This planet were so backwards… Sex shouldn't be bought!"
"Pfff- Hypocrite." The mocha warrior smirked, earning him a rude gesture from the other. Turles remembered Rocket telling him about Bardock's infamous oral sex booth. "It's easy money; I'm taking it."
"That were cuz yer a slut." The lighter Saiyan grinned.
"Says the one who literally barged in here and attacked my dick!"
Bardock stopped masturbating his look alike and gave him a piercing glance, "This? This were my way of saying thanks for sparing Raditz's life and bringing Gine back to me."
"Heh." Turles laughed humorlessly. "What can I say? It seems I've grown a heart."
"Unlikely," the war veteran scoffed, "there ain't no other Saiyan as selfish and cynical as you."
With a smirk gracing his face, the space pirate pulled Bardock down and smashed their lips together. He was surprised when the older of his kind didn't pull back but responded to the feverish kiss.
Unbeknownst to the swindler, Bardock didn't plan on prolonging their osculation without giving the masochist the treatment he often chased, and without any warning, he tore one of Turles' more superficial sutures.
The clone pulled away from the lip-lock as he arched his back violently and let out a savage scream. A mighty orgasm came crashing upon him, and Turles' shaft released a copious amount of semen.
"I ain't never gonna understand ya and yer twisted mind." Bardock spoke in a husky voice, stroking the dick in his hand to the point of overstimulation.
Panting and trembling from the force of his climax, Turles gave the other a weak smile, "You won't if you don't try."
"Crazy fucker-" This time, Bardock pressed their mouths together at the same time the door opened and the nurse appeared with a frantic air to her.
"What is going- AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The poor health provider was met with a scene she wouldn't soon forget of two aliens locked in a passionate kiss, one jerking off the other with no signs of stopping, and said meat rod in hand spewing cum like a broken sprinkler.
The matron ran out not a second too soon, closing the door behind her; she would surely cry herself to sleep come nighttime, her fruitful employment benefits the only reason she would return to work the next day.
The aliens felt smug to have caused a bit of chaos at the human's expense. They parted from each other's lips with matching smirks.
"You must admit, they have the most amusing reactions to anything sexual," the trickster purred. "Are you going to clean me?"
"The fuck do ya take me for?" Bardock replied as if offended by the implication.
Unfortunately for both of them, as soon as the master oral pleaser began licking Turles' member, they heard footsteps approaching and caught the female's scents as well as Gine's. The master strategist quickly covered Turles back up with the hospital blanket.
Five women and one dyad entered the room, chittering and chattering about trivial topics, all of them with one common intention: to visit the chocolate-skinned patient.
Gine tensed as soon as he smelled crimson cells wafting in the air. He ran over to Turles and pulled down the sheets halfway, gasping as he saw red over white.
"BARDY!"
"I-it ain't what yer thinking!" The Commander flinched when his mate turned an irate gaze at him.
Bulma was the next to gasp, "You just can't behave, can you?!" The others looked at Bardock expectantly, waiting for a reason as to why the bandages were bloody.
"Oh, cut the crap! Ya'll know he gets off on pain!" The older member snapped.
"Actually, he's right. I can smell cum." Gine stated casually. Videl choked, and Eighteen whistled.
"We got a hardcore player here," the android commented. "Shame Krillin won't give in no matter how much I twist his arm." She added with a tinge of indignation to her voice.
"Whatever it was you two were doing," Bulma waved her hand in dismissal, "his wrappings need to be changed. NURSE!"
The caregiver entered, albeit reluctantly, "Mrs. Briefs," with the patient's lunch tray on hand; it was time for Turles' meal anyways, and if she could hit two birds with one stone…
"Be a dear, Soona, and clean up his wound. Silly thing reopened it by
accident."
The C.E.O. strained the last word.
"Right away, Mum." As Soona, the nurse, walked towards the bed, she suddenly slipped on the wet floor, and the tray items went flying across the room. It was the lightning speed of two Saiyans, a strong human, and a robotic blonde that stopped the food from making a mess and becoming waste, as well as keeping the middle aged matron from meeting the hard tiles with her bum.
"I see yer fast!" Gine looked at Eighteen with admiration, placing the covered plate of gnarly-smelling food back on the tray being held by his life partner. "Ugh, do Turles really hafta eat this?"
The android smiled and tossed the gelatin dessert at the scarred Saiyan, who caught it in the air easily. The apple juice was gingerly returned to the tray and the tray given back to the nurse. Videl helped Soona to an upright position, receiving a generous 'thanks' in return. All was well once more.
"Here you go, Sir." Soona left the food and hurriedly retrieved more bandages and stitches after analyzing the amount of damage to the patient's injury.
Turles watched the unappetizing meal as he uncovered the food and let out a sound of disgust, "Not this slop again. I had it yestercycle!"
"It dun smell good at all. From now on, I'm preparing yer meals," Gine promised the pirate.
"And me!" Panchy waved her hand in the air. "I simply delighted in cooking together with you, Sweetheart."
"Afraid he has a restricted diet for the moment," the nurse informed the eager cooks, "bland foods only for two weeks. He just came out of major surgery!"
"We ain't humans!" Bardock intervened and picked up the sorry piece of boiled chicken breast. "We can't live off of this flavorless chum! There were hardly any meat on this shit!"
"BLAND. FOODS." The nurse affirmed in a no nonsense tone.
The renegade forced himself to eat some of the green beans, grimacing at the overcooked legumes' taste. "Come on! A seasoned meal can't be worse than the time we ate those peppers… I'd give my seminal sac and the tip of my tail for some savory, fatty meat."
"Sorry, Turles, but I'll have to side with Soona on this one." Bulma approached the bed on the other side and patted the trickster's shoulder. "Saiyan or no Saiyan, there are compounds that need to be avoided for faster healing and… other reasons. You should've seen Vegeta when he refused to stay on a bland diet and kept sneaking in heavy foods. Boy, did he regret doing that."
Panchy and Gine shared a look all sudden-like, both sailing on the same brain waves of deceit and cunningness. They made a silent pact through their eyes to sneak in good food for the clone to enjoy, no matter what Bulma, the nurse, or anyone else had to say in the matter.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Ever so slowly, the Prince pulled out of his bonded mate and stepped away from the large nest, muttering a shaky 'dammit' under his breath as he stared at the challenger's glowing, red eyes. Every single movement, every small sound he made, any change in his scent would either allow him to pass under Broly's radar or cost him his life.
An untimely growl erupted from the insufferable Saiyan who was unaware of the contest going on between Vegeta and a warrior much stronger than he; Goku wasn't appreciating the empty feeling nor the chilliness touching his skin where a warm body once was.
Kakarot, you are the bane of my existence.
The flame-haired royal thought to himself. The growling sound was enough to set off the large Latcher, and Broly roared, taking off towards Vegeta. The smaller Saiyan didn't even have time to bring his fingers to his forehead as Broly blinked out of existence and reappeared behind him.
Next thing the Prince knew was pain centralized in the middle of his spine and, a second later, pain bursting from his front as he crashed against the wall on the other side of the cave. His face especially hurt after making direct contact with stone. Vegeta staggered a few steps back, grabbed his nose, and set it back into place with a hair-raising 'crack'.
"FUCK!" He shouted in pain as blood began dripping down his lips and chin. He brought his stained glove to his forehead in an attempt to teleport again, but the enraged warrior was right on top of him, impeding the Prince from going anywhere.
"BROLY!"
Vegeta heard himself yell at the Legendary Super Saiyan who was currently throwing powerful punches at him. All Vegeta could do was block as many as he could, that was until Broly grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him into the ground, knocking the air out of the brown-tailed warrior.
The Prince watched in horror as the burly brute lifted both his fists and readied himself to pound into his smaller rival. Vegeta was a fraction of a second away from transforming when Kakarot unexpectedly grabbed Broly from behind and pulled him away.
"BROLY! FOCUS ON-!"
The injured royal did not wait to hear the rest of that phrase. He quickly touched his forehead and I.T.ed back to Earth, to the strongest ki he could find.
-
"…to give us one as soon as possible," Bulma explained to Turles about the only bush that produced the magic legumes on Earth. "That being said, until the Senzu is available for you, I'll have medical staff around the clock to take care of you, making sure you're comfortable and-"
Eighteen huffed and brushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear, "Because we're just flowers on wallpaper."
"Y-yeah," Videl perked up, "we can take care of him, Bulma. No need to go out of the way and give employees even more work when we can help."
"Marron wants to become a nurse," the android added, "and this can be the perfect opportunity for her to learn the basics of caring for a non-human. You don't mind, do you, Mocha?"
Turles grinned at the nickname, "If it's choosing between people I know and strangers-"
"We'll go with the people we know." Bardock interrupted. He had picked up on his mate's silent intentions of spoiling the pirate with some (very) decent food, and as someone who could appreciate the magic a good meal did for the body and mind, the Commander wasn't going to let the down and injured miss out on Gine's cooking. If his favorite butcher had plans for sneaking in prepared food, he wanted in.
"If you believe you can handle a Saiyan as demanding as Turles," the blue-haired scientist winked at the trickster, "then I have no problem appointing you guys as his honorary nurses."
"I've handled him plenty of times," Cheelai joked, "he's easy to please." Turles stuck his tongue out at her.
"There we are!" Having finished the stitches and dressing up the wound, Soona threw the needle away in the sharps container and took off her gloves. "Anything else you'll be needing, Mum?"
"That's it for-"
A slicing sound cut off Bulma from finishing her sentence, and a blue-clad figure materialized out of thin air right next to Bardock, startling everyone and their tails. The nurse would have a sore throat from using her vocal cords so much during this shift.
"VEGETA?!" The female genius paled when she saw the state her first husband was in.
"Are you okay?" Videl was horrified when the supercilious royal stood up and left an alarming red stain on the tiles.
"Does it look like I am okay?" Vegeta replied starkly and made his way out the door, already feeling Kakarot getting hammered into oblivion.
"Oh, Sweetie? How about getting your injuries fixed? You're in the right place." Panchy suggested.
"Leave me be." Without acknowledging anyone else, the wounded prince, pride and body alike, left without a second glance.
-
Vegeta was scared of a few things: anything resembling worms, failing, weakness, losing his loved ones… but he would never admit them out loud, especially his most recent fear: Broly.
The wild Saiyan simply scared him- rather, his volatility and the raw strength he packed. Broly had come to be almost as strong as Vegeta and Kakarot's fusion, Super Saiyan blue fusion, and this was before he could be trained under the great masters.
The regal alien was terrified of what the Legendary Super Saiyan could become. He did, however, thank the gods Broly was on their side. It hadn't always been that way, but the youngest warrior and Kakarot had fallen for each other hard, and so, the gentle giant would remain their alley for the rest of his days.
During the rest of the journey from Capsule Corp.'s main building to the Gravity Chamber, Vegeta's mind raced with unwanted thoughts, and by the time he arrived at his safe haven and made his way to the cleansing area, the thoughts had become several shades darker.
The Prince winced as he removed his tattered spandex, some of the fibers already caught in his coagulating gashes. Briefly, he regretted not being tended to at the clinic; his pride quickly took care of that.
The torn parts of his body suit were promptly discarded and the shower turned on to scalding temperatures. The subtle spray hitting his bruised muscles began clearing up his skin from blood and debris; however, it wasn't enough to clear out the turmoil in his mind.
Vegeta didn't linger even a minute after all the blood was washed away like he usually did. As soon as the water ran clear, the royal turned the faucet off and observed the remainder of the droplets snake their way into the drain, forever disappearing.
Washed away, just like himself.
"DAMN IT ALL!"
With all the physical strength he could muster, the Prince punched the shower wall with his left arm. He watched with a scowl when the wall didn't bend or crack; Bulma had done a phenomenal job in creating the perfect metal alloy that absorbed energy and distributed it all around the chamber in equal portions.
It vexed him to no end.
"I am supposed to be the strongest, the Legendary! I was told nothing but lies!"
An image from a long ago memory came to the front of Vegeta's mind. He remembered it clearly, one of the few moments he had spent with his source as a child, and the King had assured him he was destined for greatness.
~Vegeta, you come from a strong bloodline, and you possess the potential power to join the Super Elite of all Saiyans. Never forget where you are from and train very hard, my son, because if you have proven yourself worthy, perhaps someday you will become a Super Saiyan.~
He had trained hard; sweat, blood, and tears. He had trained until the nights became days and the days became nights. He had trained until his bones had given out and fractured. He had trained until he had passed out from exhaustion.
Tears began to fall, "What am I doing wrong?" and the Prince of All Saiyans followed them, falling to his knees in despair.
Vegeta allowed himself a moment of weakness; he was so tired from keeping his stoic front up- a respite would do him well.
~'Geta, are ya okay?~
The flame-haired Saiyan startled when he heard his bonded mate's voice in his head; Kakarot must've felt his desolation. With practiced ease, the mask came back up, and Vegeta blocked his mind from further probing.
"Damn it all…" The royal got out of the shower, ki-dried, and sat on the sink counter to begin licking his wounds.
When he was halfway done, he heard a knock at the door and tuned his nose senses, picking up on Raditz's scent.
"I am not in the mood, Raditz." He called out.
The long-haired Saiyan entered anyway and followed the Prince's trail to the bathroom. "I ain't here for that. Bulma said ya got royally fucked, and she wasn't talking about yer injuries." Raditz winced when he saw all the cuts and bruises forming on his breeding mate's body.
Vegeta ignored him and continued to trace his wounds with his tongue, switching to his tail when it was time to heal the hard-to-reach injuries.
Raditz crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe, watching as the smaller Saiyan licked his tail tip and then passed it over the gashes on his back. "Ya know I can get those for ya."
Vegeta tensed and straightened up, hopping off the counter and walking past the other. "I am going to train now, and my training will liquefy the likes of you. Leave."
The taller warrior felt as if a ray beam had pierced his heart. It finally happened; the Prince had gotten tired of him, and now he was stuck with Raditz as his mate for life. The Third Class could even smell the annoyance coming from the Prince.
"As ya wish."
Wrapping his tail around his waist, Raditz diligently walked out of the chamber, trying to keep his emotions at bay and keeping a tight grip on his scent. He was certain, however, that he wasn't doing a good job at it.
Instead of going back to their wife and letting her know about the royal's status, the Latcher headed towards the gardens in search of solitude and concealment among the aromatic flowers.
He came across a small pond with colorful fish in it and a bench that overlooked the frolicking creatures. Deciding this was a good enough place to have a breakdown, Raditz sat on the wooden bench and leaned his elbows on his knees.
The koi swarmed around him in a show of false concern, opening and closing their mouths, waiting for the food that never came.
"FUCK OFF!"
The Saiyan screamed as his eyes began to water.
Birds shot up into the air, flying away from the sudden, booming sound. The fish, however, remained, swimming and jumping on top of one another, so desperate to satiate their everlasting gluttony.
The alien was tempted to show them a prime example of the food chain and where they stood, suddenly realizing how pathetic he was for wanting to take out his frustration on a school of harmless fish who only sought to feed.
"Gods- Dammit." The Saiyan let his emotions pour out; he was safe here, no witnesses, no judgment. Or so he thought.
Not a minute later, the distraught warrior perked up when he heard footsteps coming his way right before seeing a signature red bandana on the head of the one Saiyan that couldn't know how weak Raditz was feeling at the moment.
It was time to play it cool. "Oh, it's you."
Bardock gave his cub an offended look and touched his chest in mock shock. "Sorry to disappoint, Yer Majesty."
Raditz scoffed and then realized that, technically, he was royalty now. "Oh, gods… I ain't never getting used to that title."
The Commander sat down next to the taller Saiyan on the wide bench and got into a comfortable position. "Like it or not, yer mated to a prince now. Yer part of the royal circle, which were a lot more than I can say about half of us."
"And what about ya? Ya were almost royalty too."
Bardock turned to his cub and smirked, "Yeah, but I chose cock over power."
Raditz gave him a weak smile. If things would've gone slightly to the King's favor, none of them would've existed; the thought was morbidly alluring.
"HEY!" Bardock unexpectedly punched Raditz's arm, "Don't ya fucking go there, Brat." The scent coming from his second born was becoming vile and toxic, and the intelligent warrior could easily deduce what was crossing the other's mind.
"Tell me what the fuck happened to get yer tail in knots."
Raditz vigorously shook his head and tightened his furry appendage, "I ain't gonna embarrass ya no more than I already do."
The dominant Saiyan leaned forward and shot the younger Saiyan a piercing glare, "Don't ever let me catch ya saying shit like that when there were nobody else around. I know something's bothering ya, and yer gonna tell me everything."
Raditz gulped and took a deep breath.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Bardock was still pissed off when the trio arrived at their guest room. He pressed a button, and the door opened to let the dominant Saiyan inside followed by his mates.
"Why ya gotta be so mean to Raditz?" Gine asked with a raised voice.
Without saying a word and seemingly ignoring the small butcher, Bardock made a bee-line to the minibar and grabbed the first bottle his hand touched. The bottle was promptly opened and chugged as the bandana-clad Saiyan sat down in one of the bar stools.
Gine and Toma watched as their Center finished the bottle in a few gulps, sharing a look between each other as they noticed how tense Bardock was. His entire body, from curved tail to stiff fingers, was strained. His scent was also acrid.
"Love, are you alright?" The taller of the three asked, walking over and leaning on the counter opposite his breeding mate.
Bardock looked at Toma, then at Gine, got up to get another bottle, and sat back down before opening it.
"Okay, you." Gine marched up to him and snatched the bottle away. "Yer not going into a stupor before ya tell us what the fuck has yer tail in knots."
Bardock reached for the bottle only to have Gine move it further away from his hand.
The Commander sighed and rubbed his eyes. "It were Raditz. We talked in the garden…"
He informed the other two how their second born firmly believed he was a disappointment, especially in the eyes of their prince. Raditz was also pessimistic about outcomes that mattered the most in his heart. In summary, their cub was giving up.
"Oh, my poor baby," Gine exclaimed, covering his mouth and trying to keep his emotions from dropping. "I hope everything turns out well for him and everyone else."
"Hoping were for the foolish." Bardock groused. "It don't matter what we want. He needs to be the one to stand back up. We can only help him get his bearings."
Toma suddenly turned around and grabbed a bottle for himself, downing it as soon as he unscrewed the cap. Gine returned the bottle to the oldest Saiyan.
"Now ya see my dilemma. I were worried for him… Both of them brats. And what if Cumber turns out having the same problem?"
"Ya can't blame yerself, Bardy." Gine settled on Bardock's lap as he sipped from the bottle once more. "It dun matter if our cubs ain't like the rest of ya guys. We ain't on Vegetasei, and the humans here dun mind that sorta thing." He stole the bottle away from the dominant warrior and finished the last bit left.
"EUGH! This is water!" Gine grimaced and set the bottle down.
"Very much so. Absinthe is the strongest alcohol they got here. It's not as strong as our wine, but it does the job eventually." Toma explained.
"It'll take a long time before any of us get drunk off this shit." The master cook huffed.
"I can use the communicator to ask for some absinthe!" Toma got up and rushed over to the phone, hoping the room service was the same as on the cruise. He was certain Bulma had leftover crates of the strong alcohol from the wedding celebration and that she had kept them here especially for occasions like this one.
Gine giggled, "I feel like a First Class with all this remarkable service and endless food sources…" He wriggled his hips from side to side, rubbing against Bardock's crotch. "It's like living at the palace!"
The master strategist gulped as he felt his life partner's cleft move right over his dick, "Now ya see why I can't cross Bulma? She were an excellent pack provider. Veta would envy us."
"Bardy! Dun use our king's name like that!" The short Saiyan finished up the bottle and set it on the counter. "She… Do humans use those words casually or are they really that powerful?"
"It- It were complicated." Bardock shrugged off the question and kissed his mate instead.
"And we're good to go! A servant will bring us a crate of absinthe, and we can get inebriated just like old times." Toma came back, rubbing his hands together all giddy-like.
"WOO!" Gine let out a cheer as he lifted his arm and leg. "Damn, I miss getting stewed with ya guys. Ya always get so stupid."
The tanned Saiyan laughed and sat down next to his breeding mate and his nest mate. "You get pretty stupid yourself, Gine." A finger tapped the butcher's nose.
"What else do ya miss, Lil-Bits?" Bardock snaked a hand to Gine's stomach and pushed down, making the smaller alien moan and rotate his hips again.
"Cooking for ya buncha losers. Yelling at ya to pick up after yer fucking selves."
"EXCUSE ME? I am very fastidious. This one here is the uncouth one." The former elite mocked offense.
"I missed ya and yer snobby talk, Toma." Gine laughed.
Bardock didn't even try to hide his smile; he was thrilled to have both his mates back, their circle almost complete. "Speaking of uncouth…" Without any warning, the Commander hiked Gine up on his shoulder, pulling an undignified squeal out of him, stood up, wrapped his tail around one of Toma's wrists, and walked briskly towards the bed.
He stopped at the edge and pushed Toma on it. The Latcher dropped on the mattress with an 'oof' and subsequently had the wind knocked out of him when Bardock tossed Gine on top of him.
"I don't think this human bed was made for this…" Toma quickly warned Bardock as he saw their Center ready to throw himself over them.
"That weren't our fight." Bardock jumped on his mates, and as Toma predicted, the bed creaked, splintered, and crashed to the floor.
"BARDY! Ya fucking idiot!" Gine couldn't stop laughing at the flimsy piece of furniture.
"This were why we have furs on the floor and not these shitty pieces of wood." The scarred Saiyan sat up on his tallest mate's crotch and pulled Gine up, smashing their mouths together.
The ex-palace guard sighed and shrugged, "Wouldn't be the first thing we break."
"Or the last," Bardock smirked and pushed Gine down on his back so he was lying over Toma. Then he leaned over them and kissed both.
As the trio shared a common kiss, Gine petted Toma's sharp face and Bardock's softer one, reveling in the fact that they were reunited again.
"On yer feet, Gine. I want that dick of yers in my mouth."
The butcher chuckled at the typical order coming from their Center; Bardock would always take charge of their sessions- unless he was tied up and gagged. He stood up as Bardock straightened up and watched as the carrier of his cubs lifted his skirt.
"Mmm~ Ya smell just like I remember." The war veteran commented in a husky voice as he buried his nose in Gine's pubic hair.
"Were ya suspecting I was an imposter?" The cook teased.
"If ya were one," Bardock openly sucked Gine's shaft as it began to untuck, "then I'm keeping ya AND Gine, cuz yer just as fine~"
"For fuck's sake, 'Dock." Toma chuckled at the sentimentality the other was showing.
While Bardock took care of his cock, Gine spread his legs apart until he was low enough to pet Toma's face with his tail. "Wanna join?" He tempted the Latcher by swiping the tip of his appendage over Toma's dark lips.
"Always," the taller Saiyan quickly took his top off and attached his mouth over Gine's tail, suckling at it while his own tail teased Bardock. This was their favorite position: Toma on his back, Bardock sitting on his dick, and Gine getting sucked off. The difference was that they were still wearing too many clothes.
"Love, get naked." The Latcher grabbed Bardock's leggings and tugged on them. The master strategist quickly maneuvered the spandex off his legs, never taking his mouth off Gine, and pulled Toma's sweatpants down his muscular thighs as well.
Using his tail to grab the darker Saiyan's member and positioning himself over the tip of Toma's cock, Bardock slowly sank down on the endowed organ, moaning and sighing as his breeder was filled with his favorite Saiyan meat rod.
"That's it, ya cock slut. Ride him like ya thirst for it." Gine was back with his filthy mouth to provide that bit more of a thrill to Toma and Bardock's sexual exploits. It was just like back in the day, and the three aliens were filled with nostalgia with lust mixed in.
The three parents were halfway towards their first completion together since being reintegrated, when suddenly, there was a slashing, static sound before Vegeta and Broly appeared out of thin air right next to them.
Gine shrieked and jumped back, reaching the edge of the bed, losing his balance, and falling on his ass. Bardock suckerpunched the Prince while Toma got up into a crouching position with an energy ball forming in the palm of his hand. All tails puffed up as the five room occupants were startled beyond belief.
"Vegeta- VEGETA! THE FUCK WERE YA DOING HERE?!" Bardock was the first to recover and punched the Prince again after Vegeta regained his balance.
The royal staggered backwards into Broly, who was very confused at the violent way they were being greeted, and snarled at his former mentor. "Have you lost your mind in your old age, you catcher?!"
"That's what ya get for transmitting to me while I'm fucking my mates!" Bardock barked back.
"Your ki is the strongest one on Earth at this current time, and I am not wasting any more words with your sagging ass!" Vegeta marched off the bed towards the exit with Broly following suit.
Once the intruders left, Bardock threw one of his legendary temper tantrums about his ass being as plump as a peach.
-
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked the giant of a Saiyan walking diligently behind him after a few minutes of having the taller warrior follow him around.
"I'm following you." Broly innocently replied.
Vegeta stopped violently in his tracks, making Broly stop just as abruptly or risk running into the regal figure.
"I know you are following me. The underlying question is why?"
The Legendary floundered for a moment. "I don't know who else to follow."
Vegeta closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and counted the prime numbers before reaching two hundred. "Be your own person. Make a choice. Carry it through." He continued walking to the Gravity Chamber.
After a few steps, the royal stopped again,
"Why are you still following me?"
Vegeta grinded out.
"I'm doing what you told me to do."
Vegeta's eye twitched, "And you chose to follow me." He slapped a gloved hand over his face.
Broly nodded and waited for the smaller Saiyan to continue on his mysterious journey. The Prince, however, unbeknownst to the banished Saiyan, wanted alone time desperately.
His salvation came in the form of two teenagers laughing and chattering about whatnots.
"TRUNKS, GOTEN!" Vegeta called out to them, and the two youths approached in strides.
"Yes, Mr. Vegeta?" Goten asked.
"What's up, Pops?" Trunks casually greeted his father.
Vegeta's hackles rose. "You are to train with Broly. Now."
"REALLY?!" The younger teen's eyes sparkled. He strongly wanted to see just how powerful the Legendary Super Saiyan was. He had heard that not even their dads could defeat him without fusing.
"NUH-UH! We got a videogame to catch up on." Trunk crossed his arms defiantly.
The Prince stood up to his full stature and let a burst of ki explode from him, knocking the two teenagers over. "Shall I repeat myself?" He growled viciously.
"N-no no, Sir." Trunks quickly stood up and dusted himself off.
"Can we fuse?!" Goten stood up and asked with barely contained enthusiasm. The young boy couldn't read a room to save his life.
"'Ten, shuddup! Let's just go!" Trunks grabbed his friend and beckoned Broly to follow them to the training fields.
"Off you go." Vegeta nodded towards the young demis when Broly hesitated to follow. The large warrior nodded back and caught up with the cubs in a few long steps. The flame-haired prince let out a sigh of relief.
With the strongest Saiyan alive occupied with the half-bloods, Vegeta would finally have some privacy to drown in his dark thoughts while he pummeled a few combat droids. He was confident that the brats would keep the wild Saiyan out of his hair for a while.
Nothing could go wrong.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
One puzzled legendary warrior and two aghast teenage half-bloods stood still, observing the unmitigated plant-slaughter they had just committed. Well, Trunks and Goten had committed, specifically.
"We're gonna die, Trunks. You know that, don't you?"
The purple-haired teen looked at his best friend at a loss for words. They had royally screwed up and left Panchy's beloved garden a mangled mess of petals, sticks, and dirt.
-
Several Minutes Earlier:
"This is our own training ground," Trunks boasted, "my mom selected a small area where we can spar as long as no ki is used."
"You should see where my dad and Mr. Vegeta spar!" Goten unknowingly killed the other teen's buzz, "It's HUUUUUGE!"
"Alright, alright! When you're done running your mouth, let's fuse!" The older youth scowled, crossing his arms, not unlike the resident prince.
"Fuse?" Broly finally spoke; he was curious if they meant the same technique Kakarot and Vegeta used against him. "Do you change colors?"
"You'll see for yourself!" Trunks got into position, and Goten followed.
The adult Saiyan's heart began to beat faster. He still dreaded the fused warrior and all that was related to glowing, blue hair. Broly watched with bated breath as the two separate beings became one, a warrior with a higher ki and dual voice.
The result was different than what he expected; this fusion had black hair and purple on the sides. He was also a lot shorter than Gogeta.
"Prepare to meet your maker!" Gotenks pointed a finger at their challenger. "You'll be eating our dust!"
Broly tilted his head at the confusing phrase. Why would he eat dirt? And did they mean his carrier by 'maker'? The thoughts didn't die when the short fusion charged at him, a fist aiming at his face which was easily blocked by a large hand.
"You know my carrier?" Broly asked in a hopeful tune.
Gotenks did a double take and pulled back. "It seems our opponent is stronger than he looks. We won't let that innocent act fool us anymore!" With a loud scream, the teenage warrior transformed to his fourth form: Super Saiyan Three.
The Fighter of Legend squinted and turned his eyes away from the brightness emanating from the fusion. When the shine subsided, he looked at what seemed like a small SSJ Raditz.
"Now we can see your look of defeat!" Gotenks laughed derisively. They attacked again, only to have all their kicks and punches blocked effortlessly.
"WHAT?!" Gotenks pulled back again. "What's wrong with you?! Why are you just blocking? FIGHT US!"
Broly looked sadly at the short version of Kakarot's brother. He was a tad disappointed in the outcome of the fusion between the two adolescents, not because they were weak but-
"I don't know what to call you."
Gotenks face planted.
"You never told me your fusion name. I keep thinking of you as a young Raditz." Broly explained.
Having recovered from the sudden shock, Gotenks took a stance and put on a smirk, "You're wrong in comparing us to Raditz. HE'S WEAK!" (Somewhere in a cave in Vampa, Raditz sneezed.)
"Our name is Gotenks! And you'll come to fear our name when you-"
A solid fist connected with Gotenks' face and the fusion was sent careening through the air, creating a ditch on the ground where he landed.
"H-hey, man! What's the big deal?!" The dual teen rubbed their cheek.
"You told me to fight you." Broly came over to help Gotenks out of the crater.
The fusion stood up and squinted at their rival. "You mean you're going to fight seriously now?"
"Are you?" Broly countered.
It was enough of a blow to the young fusion's ego to kick start a fight, how ever uneven it may be. Gotenks was severely outmatched, and they didn't want to admit loss. Instead, the teen did the one thing Bulma had prohibited ANYONE when using the training grounds within Capsule Corp.'s compound.
Gotenks used an energy technique: The Kamikaze Ghost Attack.
Broly immediately caught on the gist of the special attack and began avoiding the odd-looking things, unaware that they would scuff him up at best. Without using ki as he was told, the large Saiyan ran away from the ghosts, making them accidentally hit the odd object that got in their way and explode.
It came to be that Broly got cornered by them, and the only way out was towards the sky. Leaping with all his strength, the youngest Saiyan took off into the blue sky and landed in a flower patch, hoping that Gotenks would put an end to the exploding technique. He lamented the fact that he had mistakenly landed so far away from the training ground when he saw the white bomb creatures coming at him.
It was with a heavy heart that Broly jumped to the sky again, at the last possible moment, and the ghosts touched the garden where he had been standing a fraction of a second ago…
-
The three individuals now stood at the edge of the massacred vegetation, dreading the moment Panchy or Bulma found out about their fuck up.
"This is Majin Buu all over again." Trunks commented in a very weak voice.
"Majin Buu? Broly asked.
"He was super strong. We had to fight him, and at some point, he killed every single person on Earth." Goten told his side parent. Broly's eyes widened comically.
"Almost every single person," Trunks corrected, "but that's not the point! The point is we're going to be grounded for the rest of our lives!" He added theatrically.
"Papa?" Goten pulled on the tall Saiyan's shirt, "Are you gonna tell on us?"
Trunks immediately joined his bestie in the groveling act, "Please don't tell, my mom will kill us!"
Broly couldn't imagine for the life of him that Bulma would kill any kid, much less her own. Still, he wasn't about to risk the teens' wellbeing based on assumptions. "I won't tell."
"Oh, thank you-thank you-THANK YOU!" The purple-haired teen dropped to his knees in relief.
Goten hugged Broly's leg, "Thanks, Papa! You're the best!"
-
Panchy's knife crookedly and suddenly cut through the ham she was slicing. "Oh, rats!" She grabbed the badly cut piece and tossed it to the side; it would go with the rest of the scraps that were fed to the pets and animals.
The blonde continued cutting even pieces of the pork to make sandwiches for Turles and the rest; she already missed having her alien helpers, although Lemo did offer to make the drinks, which was what he was gathering fruits for at the moment.
It was almost time for her daily walk in the park with the babies, and Panchy couldn't afford any more mistakes; this was the third slice of ham that she had ruined.
Heavy footsteps were picked up by the grandmother's ears, and Panchy turned around to see who her kitchen visitor was.
"Toma! What pulls you away from your love nest?"
The tanned Latcher chuckled and fixed his loose hair into his signature ponytail. "I guess my state of disarray gave me away?"
"I can tell you had fun." The smiling grandma went back to cutting the hard ham.
"Allow me-" Toma grabbed the knife and peeled thin strips of pork in a matter of seconds.
"Why- You never told me you were good at handling meat!" Panchy teased.
The tall Saiyan sputtered and then laughed when he realized the play on words was said on purpose. "I had good parents," was his simple comment as he walked away to have a seat at the bar, "and I'm packing quite a lot of meat."
"I'm sure you are," the old woman smiled sweetly. "Let me finish up these sandwiches, Sweetpie, and I'll have them ready for you all in no time!"
The blonde kept working on the snacks, all the while checking the clock and sending out distress signals that were only picked up by Toma's sensitive nose.
"You're late for something," the Latcher pointed out. "That's a time telling device, right?"
"It's time for Bulla and Pan's stroll in the park. I'm afraid I'll not make it in time. Oh, how I hate being unpunctual!" The shapely, old woman stomped the tiles with her comfortable espadrilles.
"I'm so upsetti-spaghetti." Panchy pouted.
Toma stood up, approached the dejected human, and grabbed the slices of bread from her hand. "You need these slightly burned, right?" He had seen the slender female make a few toasts—the process had been slow and painful to watch.
A moment of calculation needed and using one piece of bread as a test, Toma placed the starchy food between his palms and slowly heated them up, charring the bread just enough for it to become the right amount of crispy gold.
"Would this help?"
Panchy's face lit up as she grabbed the toast and crumbled it to hear if it was well done. "It's perfect, Dear! This will help me immensely. I need to do… Let's see, we are having twenty-eight mouths to feed today. Saiyans have four sandwiches each, three go to each demi, the babies have only one each, Marron just wants one, as well as Puar and Chiaotzu, and the adults, excluding myself and my hubby—we're having only one each—have two each… where's my calculator-"
"Sixty-eight sandwiches in total, which means a hundred and thirty-six pieces of bread." Toma replied routinely. "On it."
Panchy watched with an expression of utter amazement as the tailed alien casually began toasting the slices of bread. When Toma realized the aged human was gawking at him, he gave her a confused look.
"You're as fast as my Hakase and Bulma when it comes to math, and that's not putting it lightly. There are few humans that can do what you just did. I didn't even mention how many adults there were!"
"I take it math means number works." The tanned Saiyan explained how his kind was very sharp when it came to numbers, Raditz being one of the very few exceptions, and now that he knew him, Kakarot as well.
"By the way, once the sandwiches are done, you think I can come with you and the cubs to this park thing?"
Panchy smiled at the kind Saiyan who had a soft spot in his heart for children. "You're very welcome to."
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The Saiyan Prince and his first consort materialized back on Earth; Vegeta chose Bardock's ki again to pinpoint their destination, and fortunately, the dominant warrior was relaxed enough to not get startled out of his skin this time.
The older Saiyan was leaning against a wall just outside the kitchen, chewing on a sweet stick from a new set Bulma had gifted him—again—and gazing at the downpour.
"It's raining!" Raditz exclaimed and left the ledge to feel the water drops on his skin. He immediately regretted doing that and yelped at the cold liquid, returning back under the ledge where the other two Saiyans were.
"It rains so frequently on this planet one stops thinking about its significance." Vegeta gruelly commented.
"Ya finally made it back," Bardock smirked when lightning crossed the Heavens, illuminating the land as it broke the sky into irregular shapes for a fraction of a second. Thunder roaringly followed the electric phenomenon, and the windows rattled.
"We did!" Raditz stood in front of his carrier, blocking the view of the torrential event. "Notice anything different?"
The Commander had noticed as soon as he saw his second born. A rare, genuine smile appeared on his face, one that was meant for his circle's eyes only. "Go tell yer soba."
Raditz turned to his breeding mate with an eager expression, his body hardly containing the abundance of glee he was feeling.
"Tch! Go on before you combust," Vegeta shooed the taller Saiyan off, "tell the entire world if you must. I shall continue with my training before Kakarot's next wave hits." The royal shook his head amusedly as his life partner practically bounced towards the kitchen.
"And how were… how were ya taking the new situation?" The scarred Saiyan asked cautiously; Vegeta didn't smell ruffled, but the short warrior was known for hiding his emotions well.
"He is happy," was all the Prince said.
His body language expressed contentment, and his tail showed no signs of agitation; Bardock concluded that Vegeta had come to terms with the new development and accepted the changes.
"Good." The war veteran replied.
-
The delectable smells coming from the kitchen weren't the only thing guiding Raditz towards his side-parent's location. They were accompanied by a delicate melody, one the Latcher hadn't heard in a long, long time.
He followed his sharp nose as well as his ears, and they led him to a heart-warming scene of Gine diligently preparing food while singing what humans called a lullaby.
Hush now, sleep all you little ones
Rest now, go to your nests, no whines
It's now time to dream of sweet buns
Shut your eyes, let Lune in your minds.
Dreams follow our Goddess’ good deeds
When she comes, we'll all have no needs
Rain falls, blessing the land with seeds
We're her young, all three of our breeds.
She shows the way to our victory
She sees the strength in our hearts
Your enemies will become history
Just follow her light and her charts
Hush now, sleep all you little ones
Seek comfort in dreams sweet as
peick
The night will reveal our bright suns
And to the warmth of day, you'll wake
Leaning against the archway frame, Raditz crossed his arms and waited until his favorite childhood tune ended.
"I remember that moontime sound." He commented—Gine turned around to see his second born approaching.
"Hey, Rad! How'd it go?"
The taller, elated Saiyan sat at the island and swiped his hair to the side, showing off his new mark. "Ya tell me."
Gine's eyes fell on the small punctures on Raditz's skin. "Nooo. That's great, 'Ditz! We need to celebrate once Kakarot's heat cycle is over!"
Not a minute after the butcher had decreed a lavish commemoration and began making plans, Panchy strolled into the kitchen amidst the curious one-sided conversation.
"Hello, Dears. Something smells good! What are you making today, Gine?"
"Bardy caught some sorta gnawers. Scrawny, little things are only good for stew." The bushy-haired alien explained as he lifted the lid from the boiling pot.
"Gnawers?" Panchy looked inside and saw bits of meat and vegetables.
"Long, bushy tails. Two long, front teeth…" Gine dipped his hand in the boiling liquid as casually as if he were pulling car keys out of a purse and showed the blonde the animals Bardock had hunted for him.
"Oh…Honey, these are called squirrels. Oh, my."
The alien cook dropped the squirrel head back in the pot and closed the lid, licking his hand afterward. "Were these animals we're not supposed to kill?" He asked worriedly.
Panchy tried to be as unbiased as possible, "I suppose it's alright, they are protein after all, and we have a surplus of them. We need to go shopping at a proper grocery store, however, Darling, so you can get approved meat for consumption."
"What kinda store?" The foreign guest asked.
"It's a specialized building where you can buy food!" Panchy explained, stepping to the side as her son-in-law inspected the pot. "It's not good weather right now, but tomorrow, I'll take you to a nice store, and we can get all the ingredients you need."
Raditz snatched a small flank and ate it in one bite, savoring the unique flavor that only his side-parent knew how to create. "Mmm! I don't understand why Gine can't just use wild animals. This shit's fantastic!" The Latcher grabbed a ladle and scooped up a bit of broth, offering it to the grandmother.
Feeling more than conflicted as she pictured the innocent nut-eaters that roamed around tree branches, Panchy opened her mouth and accepted the stew—it was, indeed, fantastic—but she did reject a second spoonful.
"So, what's this about a celebration I overheard you talking about?" She changed topics.
"Oh, it's just wonderful news! Raditz has a new breeding mate!" Gine stopped himself from continuing when he remembered how earthlings felt about this sort of relationships, "Um, I know this ain't normal for ya humans, but it's natural for us-"
"Oh, pish-posh. Congratulations, Sweetie." Panchy wrapped her slender arms around Raditz's girthy torso, scantily able to link her hands together behind the warrior's hardened back.
Still worried about human sensibilities, Gine couldn't stop himself from justifying his culture further, "Raditz told me bonding works differently on Earth. On Vegetasei-"
Panchy let go of the tall Saiyan to cup the butcher's cheek, "Honey, I'd have to be very stupid to get my panties in a knot over alien customs and how they do things. As long as everyone's happy, I'm happy too."
"That's great!" A smile illuminated Gine's face; he was liking humans more and more with every passing day.
"Now," the blond bombshell continued, "I believe it's dinner time for our beloved patient. I had something special in mind that's finger-licking good. Care to trade recipes with me again?"
"Ready when you are! I got a few things almost ready to be encapsulated for Kakarot." The Saiyan master cook cracked his fingers and hurried with the dishes he was preparing. "Ya know, Lemo must be feeling better, and he can help us with some of his baked goods. Can ya get him, 'Ditz?"
Raditz focused on the orange ex-soldier's ki and located him. "Got 'em!" He set off to retrieve the old alien.
"Oh, Cupcake, after you get Lemo, Vegeta promised the girls they would play dress-up with you." Panchy gave the Prince's former bodyguard the most unsettling news.
Raditz froze, dreading Bulla and Pan's beloved activity of brushing their dolls' hair, tying it with ribbons and colorful bands, and dressing them up in frilly, layered clothes—they would certainly offer him the same treatment. Moreover, he was sure they would place bells on his tail as they had promised (threatened) in the past and paint his face with that gods-awful smelling make-up.
And there was only one wretched and depraved soul to blame, the only soul cruel enough to bestow such a fate upon his own life partner, the very soul that had been cast away and rejected from the flesh-melting fires of Hell itself.
"VEGETAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
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Getting used to the different day length on Earth was proving to be quite the challenge, Gine garnered as he woke up before his two mates and the others. Fortunately, he had the entire food prep area for himself; moreover, Panchy would take him to this so-called grocery store later during the day.
The butcher made his way down the now familiar route to Panchy's kitchen, chose the ingredients he would use to make new dishes for everyone to enjoy, and began his favorite activity of chopping and mincing.
"There ya were."
Gine had just started filling another large pot with water when he heard Bardock come in right after the older Saiyan's scent reached him.
"I missed this," the butcher replied, "waking up, getting food done, yer smell…"
Bardock sluggishly approached Gine and hugged him from behind, kissing his neck as he attempted to steal a red-colored fruit that smelled savory and delicious.
"HEY!" Gine slapped his mate's hand away and snatched the tomato back. "This is for Turles' early sun meal! And ya better not fight me on this."
"I ain't gonna fight ya, Lil-Bits," Bardock spoke groggily and began playing with Gine's apron. "Why did ya think I agreed for the humans to care for the clone? It'd be easier for ya and Panchy to sneak in food for him." A kiss was placed on the cook's shoulder.
Gine's mouth fell open, and he turned around in Bardock's embrace, "Yer okay with Turles eating my food? Who are ya~" He wrapped his arms around Bardock's shoulders and leaned in to lock lips.
The Commander suddenly let go of Gine brusquely and stepped back a couple of feet right before Bulma stormed in with two groveling teenagers tailgating her.
"Please, Mom!" Trunks whined, "it wasn't our fault?"
"We miscalculated," Goten added.
Gine tried not to smile—Bardock hadn't changed one bit; his soft side was still guarded. "What's the matter?"
Bulma made a beeline for the coffee pot and filled it with water, "What's the matter is that these two delinquents trashed my mother's prized garden!" She poured the water in the life-granting machine, added coffee grounds, and pressed a button. "The gardener called me in a state of utter panic! CALLED ME! IT'S SEVEN IN THE FUCKING MORNING!"
The adolescents visibly shrunk under the blue eyes staring daggers at them.
"I see yer not an early sun person either." Bardock leaned against the refrigerator and crossed his arms.
"You. Get me some bourbon. We're having a drink together." Bulma ordered. "I'm going to need liquid strength in order to break the news to my mom."
Bardock smirked and left for the minibar in the next room—might as well tie one over too before the day began.
-
It was early afternoon that saw two drunken souls talking about better days, a kitchen full of dirty dishes, and a shapely grandmother who was none the wiser about the state of her prized garden.
Panchy had quickly made an appearance in the kitchen after breakfast, gathered encapsulated tea and some pastries she'd had Lemo help her with, promised Gine to go shopping before lunch, and rushed to the infirmary where her patient was waiting patiently.
Turles was more than smitten with the sweet goods Panchy had brought for him today, and he was more than interested in the conversation topic the blonde graciously bestowed on him. The topic being: Cute Moments with the Prince of All Saiyans.
"So, I told Bulma to take a picture of Trunks sleeping on his chest, oh, goodness! I don't know how she managed, but she managed. Vegeta still doesn't know about the album's existence," Panchy confessed to the rapt pirate.
"Another time, he was made to dress up as a faerie for Bulla's birthday. The outfit turned out gorgeous, accented all the right places, even if Vegeta hated it. I baked the tallest cake ever for my little demi-bundle. We didn't have guests over, unfortunately. Vegeta had said it's either guests or the dress. Bulla opted for the dress, so Daddy had to keep his word."
The grandmother paused to giggle and sip her tea, "You should've seen him, grumpiest faerie ever!"
"I would love to have seen him," Turles examined a sugary, off-white mound of sublimeness that tasted a lot like
okiwan
.
"I don't suppose…"
"Oh, dear," Panchy brought a hand to her rosy cheek, "I couldn't! When Vegeta saw me with my camera, he promised he'd… Sacrifice me to the moon gods and bathe in my blood… Something like that." Panchy chuckled full-heartedly. "He is so creative."
Turles hummed and nodded, eating the small macaroon in his hand and planning on how to get his grimy hands on that special album. It would be the perfect leverage should he ever need a favor from the Prince.
A knock on the door interrupted the duo's thoughts, and in came a knockout android and her sullen daughter.
"Panchy, you're very much needed in the main building. Gine is worse than a spinning top that spits out five-course meals at random. He needs to be contained before he cooks up every ingredient on the planet." Eighteen deadpanned.
"OH! I promised him to go grocery shopping-" Panchy turned to Turles and grabbed his hand, "So sorry, Cupcake, I'm needed elsewhere, but you have two lovely women here to keep you company. Ta!"
The senior blonde left in a hurry after Eighteen reassured her she'd take care of the cups and trays. Turles continued snacking on the mouth-watering, sugary delights from Earth, his tail curling at the ones that would simply melt as soon as they touched his tongue.
"You Saiyans really have a sweet tooth." The android poured herself a cup of tea in Panchy's cup and stole a lemon tassie from the silver tray of sins. Marron grabbed a mini eclair for herself.
"Do help yourself," Turles sassed.
"I was thinking about letting my daughter play nurse with you." Eighteen unexpectedly mentioned. "Since she's homeschooled, we have all the time in the world to fiddle around, isn't that right, Sweetie."
There was something about the cyber-human's eyes that put Turles on full alert. His systems rebooted, and he was no longer interested in the sweet treats and tea.
"You and Krillin made a bet, didn't you?" He asked either one of the blond-haired threats.
"Mom said I could wrap you up in less than one minute. Dad said you'd try to kill me before I did." Marron replied.
"What do you say, Mocha?" Eighteen winked and snatched another lemon bite. "Help a girl and her kid out?"
"Only if you tell me what the stakes are, and I get half."
The android leaned in and whispered something in the Saiyan's ear—Turles' eyes widened.
"Alright, I don't need half of that, but I'll play your game." The clone readied himself to be tended to by an inexperienced future nurse.
"I'd like to add my own wager," Marron interrupted. "To make things more interesting, I get to go to my first party if I'm successful and nobody finds out who did this before the day ends. Sunset."
Eighteen squinted at her daughter; this part of the plan was unexpected, and she couldn't deny the pride she felt for the underhandedness Marron was naturally exhibiting. "You party here, and you can have ONE sparkly wine glass under my supervision."
"MOOOM!"
"Hey, you're lucky you get that," the android put her foot down. "So, what's it going to be, Handsome?"
"I'm all for causing a bit of chaos, but I have a favor to ask Marron; I'll let you know when the time comes. It's nothing worse than getting something for me… Covertly."
The teen shrugged, "I can get you anything as long as it's legal."
"Perfectly legal." The trickster promised.
"Alright then, Marron, do your worst." Eighteen stepped outside, confident enough that her daughter would know how to defend herself if Turles tried attacking; she'd been training Marron since she could walk and was certain the teen could hold up against a Saiyan. She also had to keep an eye on the nurse.
A few screams later and Soona trying to get past Eighteen, Marron came out with a smug smile and dusting off her hands.
"All done. Now we play the waiting game." She said as she walked off to see what Trunks and Goten were up to.
The android let the insistent nurse go by and chuckled when she heard her scream as well. "Don't worry, he consented. Turn a blind eye, and I'll make it up to you." The blonde pulled out a generous amount of bills and waved them.
Soona was torn; it wasn't as if the patient was in danger, mayhaps uncomfortable, but the Holidays were coming soon, and she could use the extra cash. "I'll let it be for now. But when my shift ends, I'll not be accountable-"
"Trust me," the android pocketed the wad of cash back in her jeans pocket, "this'll be over way before nightfall."
-
The umpteenth glass of bourbon was shakily poured into a tumbler belonging to the richest woman on the planet. If Bulma had a sound mind at the moment, she would say 'the richest in the galaxy'. Be that as it may, the C.E.O. was more preoccupied about her drinking partner; Bardock had been gone for a while, and, at this point, Bulma wasn't sure he'd come back.
Cheelai and Broly had passed by earlier, stayed to chat for a spell, and then politely rejected Bulma's invitation to join with a cocktail as they left. After that, her first husband had made an appearance mere moments ago, smelled the alcohol on her breath, and left with a roll of his eyes. Next, Bulma had heard Vegeta and Gine talking, followed by the sound of teleporting.
"That must be so cool…" The tipsy businesswoman pondered about Instant Transmission, wondering if she could create a portal of her own to occasionally drop in on the Saiyans—with assumed permission, of course.
Needing company, as many soused humans did, Bulma made a foggy mental inventory of others she could mingle with. Eighteen was the first to come to mind; the android and her daughter had visited today, and given that the blondes had a free schedule while Krillin pulled speedy drivers over, it was no surprise when Bulma had received an alert on her wrist-watch from their visitors.
Alas, the android was too far away from the main building to bother going to her, even by cart. Gine was just a few steps away but busy cleaning up his mess after preparing food for Goku.
A flash of chocolate crossed the scientist's mind, and she snapped her fingers. "Turles!"
Her brain settled on the pirate; Bulma downed her glass and grabbed the rest of the amber alcohol, setting off to the medical ward. What greeted her, however, was a sight that almost knocked the bottle out of her hand.
"TURLES?!" She exclaimed as her eyes traced over every loop of bandages that covered the Saiyan from head to toe—his eyes and hair were practically the only things visible. Even his tail was assaulted by the cloth strips!
"Who… who did this?" Bulma slurred and received a variety of mumbles and grumbles.
"Was it Vegeta? Oh, my god, was it Bardock?!" Bulma's question came out with promises of pain laced in every word. She quickly got to unwrapping Turles' mouth and helped him with his arms.
"What happened, Turles?"
Once free from the bandages, the clone replied mysteriously, "Can't say, but you have until sun down to find out who did this. It's all part of the game."
"GAME?!" Bulma's sobriety came back up at fifty percent, "Oh, that does it. I'm gonna have- Have a word with those two!"
As the blue-haired human exited the room, Turles couldn't help a slight chuckle. If only he could witness the two dominant Saiyans getting chewed out for something they didn't do…
-
"My Fire Lilies!" Panchy sobbed at the loss of her dear floral friends, "And-and my Slipper Orchids!"
Piccolo, who had witnessed the entire carnage at a distance, had summoned his pupils and the legendary warrior. He hadn't spoken for them, hadn't ratted them out, because he was sure they would own up as soon as they saw the frail, old woman kneeling among the petaled corpses, crying her eyes out.
The trio, however, hadn't 'fessed up yet, and the Namekian's patience was wearing thin.
"The Hell's going on?" Bardock and Raditz happened along while looking for Broly. Raditz whistled in shock when he saw the colorful mow down and his mother-in-law weeping.
"Woman! For the last time!"
The group turned to see a ticked-off prince marching towards them followed by an even angrier Bulma.
"There you are!" The flame-haired Saiyan walked up to Bardock. "Tell this incessant creature I did not attempt to mummify the clone, and it was you who wrapped him up like fucking dead pharaoh!!!"
"I- what?!" The Commander was absolutely lost.
A giggle alerted the infuriated Prince, and he turned to glare at the teens. "Did you spats have anything to do with that?!"
Goten and Trunks tensed and shook their heads. There was guilt in their scent, however, and it wasn't lost on the Saiyans.
"Damn. First Panchy's garden, then whatever ya did to Turles, and no outing this weekend. You brats need to shape up." Raditz crossed his arms and gave his kids a pointed look.
"Ex-cuse me?" Panchy hiccupped, "no outing this weekend?"
Piccolo was dreading this moment, as much as he feared every face-off with an even stronger foe. "The brats are grounded and will train during the entire weekend-"
"I BEG YOUR PARDON!" The blonde stood up and squared off against the green man. At the same time, the others began their own arguments.
Bardock justified his absence by rudely informing Bulma he was helping Raditz get rid of all the ribbons in his hair, Vegeta was shouting that he was delivering more food to their pack members on Vampa, the teens were whining that they were hanging out with Marron, and Broly was standing in the middle of it all.
"I'LL GET YOU NEW FLOWERS!" Piccolo suddenly yelled at the irate grandmother.
"WE DIDN'T DO IT!" Trunks and Goten exclaimed.
"I DIDN'T CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP!" Raditz defended himself when Bardock exaggerated the state he had found his ribbony second born in.
"IT WAS MAJIN BUU!"
Silence fell upon the group when they heard Broly shout in his loud voice.
Bulma was the first to recover. "Honey," she chuckled, "Buu hasn't done a single bad thing in a long time. Besides, I think he's on a tour with Mr. Satan right now."
"I did it." Marron appeared from behind, avoiding the broken bodies of Panchy's flowers. "I wrapped Turles up like that."
Vegeta and Bardock gave Bulma a look which the C.E.O. shrugged off with an ashamed expression.
"Baby, whatever for?" Bulma approached the usually silent teen.
"It was a bet, and I won." The young blonde smiled, "And Gotenks was the one who destroyed the garden. They told me so."
"Marron! You promised to keep your mouth shut!" Trunks snapped at his blond friend.
"And you promised to let me play Switch with you losers!" She snapped back.
"Everybody, shut up!" Bulma raised her voice, realization striking her. "Broly, where did you hear about Majin Buu?"
"Why does that matter, Mom?" The purple-haired teenager asked.
The brilliant scientist laughed, slowly at first and then kept building momentum. "You've given me an excellent idea!"
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Bulma leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes; she had taken her special painkiller medicine to avoid getting hung-over in the morning, but the waiting time she'd been on the phone would render all her efforts moot. Getting a hold of Mr. Satan when he was on a tour was akin to getting Santa to read one's mail first.
She'd been on hold for over an hour now, and the scientist was about to ask her first husband to I.T. her to Buu no matter whose book or chest he was signing at that moment. Alas, Vegeta was not on the planet and hadn't taken his scouter with him.
"Hello?!" Bulma sat up straight suddenly only to frown when one of Mr. Satan's many assistants thanked her for holding and told her to continue to hold.
"For fuck's sake…" The C.E.O. wondered if she was just as difficult to reach, if not more so.
An idea interrupted her thoughts; it was a very bad idea—or a very good one—that would help her pass the time in a more enjoyable way.
He was married to her, after all, and his tongue was a god-given gift.
Picking up her pager, Bulma typed a quick message, praying to everything holy that he would be available and not… immobilized.
She allowed herself to indulge in a quick daydream before her entrant arrived and imagination got the best of her as she felt herself getting wet. Hopefully, her call to Mr. Satan would go unanswered for a few more minutes.
After a minute or two of waiting, Bulma sat upright when the door to her office opened and in came her second husband looking a tad worse for wear—in a good way.
"Ya called- oh…" Raditz immediately smelled Bulma's arousal as soon as he entered. "I take it ya need help with that?"
Closing the door and locking it behind him, the tall Saiyan made his way to his human mate and leaned against her desk. "So, Vegeta ain't available, huh?"
Bulma was taken aback, "I can call on you whether he's accessible or not. I just got to thinking of that magnificent muscle you have~"
Raditz leaned in and smirked, "Which one?"
Bulma returned the grin and leaned back in her chair, spreading her legs apart to hint better at her intentions, "I've been on this call for almost two hours. I need some relief."
The Saiyan caught on and licked his lips as he kneeled in front of the small human, "What's that phrase ya said once?" He asked as he ran his strong hands over her thighs and scooped her legs up.
"Once you have Rad, everything else is bad."
Raditz bit his lower lip before leaning in and biting her underwear off—the flimsy cloth didn't stand a chance. He further spread Bulma's legs to fit his head between them and began licking her 'un-Saiyan' breeder, remembering what he had learned since they first lay together.
He remembered how Bulma liked having the small nub licked softly at first as well as having the inside of her legs grazed with his teeth. He also kept in mind that she wasn't a Saiyan; any wrong move and he could snap her bones or rip a piece of flesh off.
Thank the gods he'd had enough practice to know how much strength to use.
"Whenever you're done teasing me, I'd love to feel that massive tongue of yours inside me."
The command was subtle and polite, but it did remind Raditz of Vegeta; he could get pretty demanding if there was too much play before the real business. In many ways, these two were very alike.
~Mrs. Briefs?~
A voice on the phone startled Bulma into sitting up straight; however, Raditz's firm grip on her thighs didn't allow her to move much.
"H-hi, I'd like- like to speak to Hercule, please?" Bulma tried keeping her voice even, and of course, her asshole of a husband chose that moment to shove his entire oral muscle deep inside her.
"NGK!"
~Pardon, Ma'am?~
"Sorry, pesky sneezing." Bulma lied and waited for the secretary to put the renowned 'hero' on the phone.
~Alright, who's this? I'm in the middle of a tour, can't ya see I'm busy?!~
"Hi, Hercule, this is Bulma. You know, the only person more -MM!- famous than you? And who isn't ratting you out for being a con artist?" The blue-haired genius said sweetly.
~BULMA?! Well, why didn't ya say so! How can I -uh- be of service? Hahaha!~
"Listen, Hercule, I n-need a favor-"
~Anything, Sweetheart, just say the word!~
Bulma's eye twitched at the pet name, but she chalked it up to the southerner's mannerisms." I need-" She suddenly covered the phone when she saw her husband kneel up and lower his sweatpants.
"Raditz, what are you doing?!"
Bulma whispered agitatedly.
"Giving ya relief," the Saiyan replied in an evil tone.
"DON'T YOU- MMMMM!"
The poor woman had to bite her lips to not scream out as the buff alien began pushing his cock inside her.
"Sorry, Hercule, the dog is b-being a nuisance." Bulma punched Raditz's arm when he growled playfully like the earthian canines. "I need to borrow Buu for a few minutes, do you think that's possible? He'll fly in and fly back in a matter of an hour at MOST!"
Bulma swatted her taller husband several times as hard as she dared after he pushed in too deep. The Saiyan simply chuckled, and Bulma had to make a coughing sound to mask his laughter.
~I don't see why not. It must be pretty important if you reached out to me personally, heheh! I'll have him fly out sometime before the weekend, seeing as those days are very busy for me, because my fans-~
"THANK-YOU-HER-CULE!"
Bulma quickly ended the call as soon as her second husband began thrusting into her, throwing his entire mass against the chair.
"Aw, you ended the call," the long-haired fiend pouted mockingly.
The C.E.O. squinted at Raditz and sneered, "Alright, you… Playtime's over, if you're going to fuck me, do it properly."
"Oh, I will~"
"And you're having another make-over session with the girls after this." Bulma added with a cruel bite in her voice, making her second spouse stare at her in shock before letting out a string of pleas for mercy and forgiveness.
-
"…So, after my ama made her husband's favorite dinner, she waited all night for him to come home, but my aba and his buddies were out drinking. She ended up eating her bowl and left his out. Later that night, Aba realized it was way past dinnertime and rushed home, but not before going on a little shopping spree with his pals." Cheelai told the group gathered in Turles' recovery room.
Eighteen, Videl, herself, and their honorary patient had gathered for snacks and stories; today's topic was romantic tales, personal or indirect. Cheelai was recounting one wholesome story about her grandparents.
"They went and got apology gifts for all of their partners for missing dinner—
Gapru
is, after all, a very important holiday for couples, kind of like your
valencia
day here." The green alien mispronounced the earthian love festivity.
"Riding one of his friends' boxcars, they all went to the only store open at that ungodly hour of the night and bought their mates beau~tiful flowers!" Cheelai gesticulated with her hands as if trying to express the splendor of her home planet's plants.
"All my aba's friends went back to their residences and gave their spouses the flowers. Aba even told Ama that he got her these beautiful flowers because they were just like she was; he also apologized for missing dinner. The funny part is that he was so sauced, he didn't realize he had bought fake flowers. "Next day, my ama met with the partners of Aba's friends to gossip about their drunken mates," she paused for effect, "only to find out they had the same story to tell! All her friends' spouses had given them the same FAKE flowers! And what's worse, they had all said the same crappy line of how the flowers' beauty compares to them."
The females laughed loudly at Cheelai's story, even Turles had to admit it was terrible and perfect.
"My
ama
still had the flowers the last time I saw her…" The former soldier added with a sigh.
Eighteen placed a comradely hand on the alien's shoulder. "I don't know if my story is cheesier, but it's a lot shorter." The android shifted in her seat to tell her tale.
"During the first few weeks of dating-"
A knock on the door interrupted the blonde's story and opened to reveal Bulma.
"Hey, you guys! I see the party started without me." The scientist greeted everyone and sat down on an empty chair.
"Enjoyed your time with Raditz?" The pirate knowingly asked from the bed, sipping 'sugar with some tea' from his teacup.
Bulma was thrown off for a fraction of a second before she remembered it was nigh impossible to keep scents hidden from these lubricious beasts.
"Fully," she replied unabashedly. "What were you all talking about this time?"
"Romantic and funny stories," Videl answered, "Eighteen was telling hers."
"Oh, Bulma knows this one. Yamcha is one to talk, especially about things that don't concern him," the mechanical human scoffed and continued her anecdote.
"As I was saying, during the first few weeks of us dating, Krillin would come up with all sorts of… machine puns to make stupid puns," the android laughed. "Each one was worse than the last. 'I'd like to put my piston in your cylinder', 'you sure know how to crank my shaft', or my favorite: 'I'm gonna overheat your engine!'"
Everyone laughed again at the cheesy pick-up lines.
"It was until I visited Kame House the first time that I saw stacks of magazines about cars and shit!" Eighteen laughed. "Krillin was so embarrassed. He admitted he didn't have much going on for him, so he would at least make me laugh every day."
The icy-blue-eyed woman smiled and wiped a tear away. "Right after we got married, he asked me how on Earth did such a gorgeous woman say 'yes' to a guy like him, to which I replied: 'because I like a man that will never look down on me'."
Eighteen's pun story was a success among the group; Turles was absolutely amazed that creatures with such differences could come together and share sentimental stories and laugh about them. It was an entirely new experience for the clone.
Next was Videl's story about how Gohan courted her. Unlike most of Videl's suitors, the demi Saiyan didn't have much to offer, but he had promised he would give her a heart a day in some way or another until the day he wouldn't be
able to. The young mother gave many examples of how she would receive a random text with a heart or find a paper one hidden in convenient places.
"When Pan was born, Gohan didn't give me a heart sticker, candy, or text. Instead, he said our child's heart represented his heart for that day," Videl sniffled. "It's my favorite heart so far."
After her story, Bulma told one about one of her many admirers. It had been a guy she had gone to college with. One day, he had gathered enough courage to approach her and introduced himself, only to have Bulma pull out her noise-canceling earbuds and ask what he was going on about. The guy had been so embarrassed that he had changed schools the very next day.
"What about you, Mocha? You have any funny or romantic story to tell?" The blond human asked Turles.
The space pirate was afraid of this moment; the only sentimental relationship he'd had was with his first ever partner, Broko.
"I better not. My stories are all but happy."
"That's okay, too. Sad experiences are just as accepted as good ones." Videl reassured him—the amount of love in the room made the Saiyan sick to his stomach.
Humans were so accepting, so forgiving, and so, so weak. They openly showed care for one another, they got hung up on things that were natural, and they celebrated mediocrity, making gifted individuals wait for slow ones to catch up. Their entire society was all backwards!
"I pretty much know what you're thinking right now," Bulma suddenly said, "I've lived with Vegeta long enough to know what goes through your minds. We're different species, different beliefs, different attitudes… Take advantage of that. You never know when you won't have us at your side anymore."
It was that last point that resolved Turles' decision. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself to tell the story about the first being he ever loved.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Hey, 'Dock. Do I remind ya of Gine?"
Sensing that was a cover for the real underlying query, Bardock parted from Toma's lips and turned to their third born, "Ask me what ya really wanna ask me, Brat."
"How come ya didna go get me sooner? Ya know… from Earth."
The older Saiyan and his mate shared a look, silently communicating through their eyes and scent alone.
Toma was the first to speak. "I told you it was because of Frieza."
Goku sat up and crossed his legs, "I know but… 'Dock is brilliant at strategy. Couldna ya figured out a way?"
"Ya had a very low power level when ya were born. I told everyone to wait an orbit or two before going to collect ya and give ya time to strengthen up. At the first opportunity, we'd come and get ya." Bardock added and paused, debating on whether he should continue or not.
"Truth were… Veta didn't let me."
Toma shot up from the nest into a sitting position and stared in shock at Bardock, "WHAT?!"
"Who's Veta?" Goku asked; an impending sense of dread began forming in the pit of his stomach.
"Vegeta's source." The bandana-clad Saiyan replied. "He said if he had to go through having his second born away from him, never to see him again, I had to go through that too."
Toma was in a state of disbelief. "Why didn't you ever tell us that?"
"I didn't wanna give ya another reason to hate our king even more. It were unfair that a Third Class got what he wanted, but the King of our planet didn't? I… agreed it were unfair."
The Latcher abruptly stood up, pulling Bardock up with him, and landed a crisp punch on the other's face. The shorter warrior careened through the air and skidded on the rocky floor of the cave.
Bardock shook his head and wobbly stood up, glaring at his subordinate, "Ya get one, Toma.
ONE."
Too enraged by Bardock's deception, the tanned Saiyan charged his mate again, "You had us believing a lie!" He lifted a fist to strike the one who betrayed him, but Bardock blocked it and powered up his ki high with a blast enough to make Toma stagger several steps back.
"STOP IT!" Goku leaped from the nest and wedged himself between the two enraged beings, impeding a fight to break out.
Snarling and showing his sharp canines, the ex-elite pursed his lips before snapping at his life partner, "All this time, you had us believing that we'd get our cub back! You kept telling us that we had to be patient! That the moment wasn't right yet!"
"THE MOMENT WEREN'T RIGHT!"
Bardock shouted back as he lost the last ounce of what little patience he had.
The taller alien growled, his tail tense and waving aggressively as he released a caustic scent of anger.
"Ya wanted me to go against the King's orders?!" The scarred Saiyan growled back.
"WHEN HAS THAT EVER BEEN A PROBLEM FOR YOU?!"
Goku had to stop his side-parent from charging at Bardock again. Toma shook the pacifist's hands off but stayed put.
"We missed his first age! We missed initiating him! We missed hunting together and sparring!" Tears began forming in the Latcher's eyes as he let his emotions be free for once, not caring if others were around to see him so exposed.
"All the time we could've spent together-" Toma's voice cracked, "we didn't know if he was alive or not? We didn't know if he was safe? Alone? Nobody to warm him up or feed him?" The feelings coursing from his brain and into his chest became too overwhelming for the otherwise stoic individual, and he grabbed his head as he started pacing.
An innocent bystander, a wooden crate in the way of the irate Saiyan, met its unfortunate end at the hands of a truly enraged warrior as Toma punched one of its sides, obliterating it in its entirety. The crate was no more.
Turning reddened eyes full of despair, Toma looked at Bardock accusingly, "You really had us believing you cared."
An unholy sound erupted from the master strategist's chest, a sound that would give the weak of mind night terrors, and the oldest Saiyan of the pack stormed towards his breeding mate, stopped only by his third born's hand.
"Ease up, Baba. Toma's just emotional right now… We all are." Goku tried appeasing his incensed carrier.
The dominant Locker pointed at Toma and spoke through a clenched jaw, "Yer lucky I love ya. Ya'd be lying in a ditch right now with
toari
feeding on yer rotting flesh!"
"Bardock!"
Goku had faced many foes in his life, the majority as strong or stronger than he was. He always knew what to do, how to counterattack and beat them, and give Earth another victory. Hearing his own parent speak in such a manner and to a Saiyan Bardock loved unconditionally, it set Goku's hair on end.
"Don'tcha ever accuse me of not caring. I obeyed our king out of respect for the law! I knew he wanted me to have my cub back! I knew how much he wanted to have his cub back! A KING CANNOT APPEAR SOFT!" The bandana-clad fighter spat at his breeding mate.
"I-I understand, Baba." Goku smoothed his hand down Bardock's chest gently. That seemed to catch the others' attention, and two pairs of eyes settled on the younger Saiyan.
"If Vegeta's dad let ya bring me back, he woulda had to get his cub back and risk havin' Frieza find out and kill him, maybe kill me too. He actually saved us."
"Hmph! Good to know yer learning how to think. Unlike that idiot over there!" Bardock sneered at Toma.
"I- I'm sorry," Toma whispered as he realized an angle he hadn't considered. "I wasn't thinking."
The scarred Locker scoffed, "Ya bet yer ass ya weren't thinking!"
"Alright, 'Dock," Goku rolled his eyes, "Toma apologized. Now, hug and kiss."
"Tch!" Bardock crossed his arms and swished his tail in anger.
Toma, however, tentatively approached his life partner and knelt in front of him, lowering his head and extending his arm out to offer his palm. "I never should've doubted your motives."
Bardock reached out with his fingers when, all of a sudden, Vegeta and Gine materialized next to Kakarot. He snatched Toma's wrist and hauled him back up before the new arrivals could witness the scene.
"Not a word," Bardock whispered after pulling Toma down to his level.
Having sensed his bonded mate's stress for the past few minutes, Vegeta had teleported to Gine, who had been shopping with Panchy for groceries at that time, and with little explanation, I.T.'ed them to Vampa.
"Alright, someone explain what the fuck is going on here?" Gine was very frustrated that his first earthian food-shopping experience had been cut short. He was having a mind-blowing time with the blond human until the Prince appeared suddenly and whisked him away.
"Uh, heheh… Whaddaya mean?" Goku scratched his nape.
"It smells like murder in here," the butcher turned an accusing eye at his breeding mate.
Bardock walked up to Gine, putting on his Million Dollar smile, and kissed the shorter Saiyan's forehead, "Don't worry about that, Lil-Bits. Just some miscommunication."
"Vegeta dragged me away from the biggest food booth I've ever seen because of a miscommunication?!"
Knuckles brushed over Gine's cheek, and the older Saiyan gave him a cheeky grin, "And now, yer gonna finally bond with yer third born. Ain't that right, Kakarot."
A wave of intimidation coursed through Goku's veins, and he grabbed his sparring partner by the arm, pulling him to the side, "'Geta? Yer gonna join too, right?" He whispered.
The regal warrior scoffed, "I have two perfectly built Latchers waiting for me on Earth. Perhaps another time."
"I'd feel… less nervous if ya join. So yer gonna join, yeah?" Goku bargained.
Trying not to let his lips curve upwards, Vegeta placed a reassuring, gloved hand on his future mate's shoulder, "Gine has my royal 'Protect Kakarot's Feelings' seal of approval."
Goku scoffed, "Ya have my feelings under yer royal protection now?"
"Always. Only I am allowed to cause you harm."
The younger alien returned the royal's smile and sighed, "I wouldna have it any other way." Hesitantly, Goku leaned in to kiss his prince and rejoiced when, this time, Vegeta didn't pull away and, instead, kissed him back.
"You are in good hands, Kakarot," Vegeta spoke once they separated. "Trust your carrier; he is not stupid, and your source cares for you dearly."
The savior of the universe stared into endless depths of darkness in Vegeta's eyes in search for any sign of deceit. He found none, only an extreme intensity that threatened to make his legs give out from underneath him.
"Okay, 'Geta. If ya say so."
"Good." The Prince took a step away and touched his own forehead, "Do watch out for his teeth," he added evilly and teleported away.
"Wha-?!" Goku was left standing there, alone, without any further coaching on how to deal with the newest member of their pack.
A moment of awkward silence passed where Goku turned around to face his three parents, one in particular. The moment his eyes met with Gine's, he looked away as a red tinge appeared in his cheeks.
Gine blushed as well and shuffled his booted foot on the floor.
"Sooo… Gine. Did ya bring us more food?" Bardock asked to end the uncomfortable quietude that had befallen the group.
"Oh!" The small cook dug into a satchel Panchy had given him and pulled out a handful of capsules, each containing the products they had been shopping for. "I brought a lot of stuff, but…"
"But?" The Commander prompted.
"It's all side ingredients."
Toma, who had kept to himself this entire time, perked up as an idea crossed his mind. What they all needed now was bonding time, one of many ways to connect with other circle or pack members. "We can hunt!"
"Yeah! That sounds great!" Goku agreed and started off ahead of his parents.
"Ain't yer wave coming soon, Brat?" Gine asked, taking off his attire, starting with his boots.
Goku shook his head, but Toma answered before he could.
"His heat cycle is at an end. Waves are coming less frequently. We should have enough time to hunt, eat, and be idle."
Gine looked to their Center for approval and smiled when he spotted it in the tiniest quirk of his lips. "Sweet! I ain't hunted in such a long time," he said, discarding the last item of cover.
"It were like riding a bicycle as the humans say," Bardock unexpectedly picked up his smallest life partner, making him squeal.
"The fuck's a bi
-EEE!"
Gine shouted as his childhood friend shot off and out of the cave with the others following closely behind.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Together, the quartet hunted down some small game and two of the weasel-animals' tails. Toma and Gine teamed up against one green giant, Bardock took on another solo, and Goku was in charge of chasing down and piling up the cagey scurriers.
After causing the massive target to get tangled with another worm-creature that was nearby, Bardock managed to slice one's tail off and rear back just in time to avoid an equally massive mouth full of sharp teeth aiming for him.
With a smirk, the master strategist retreated with his contribution towards the growing pile of gnawers his third born was accumulating. He landed next to Kakarot's kills and tossed the great, green tail next to them.
Just then, his tanned mate came back, looking rather grim as he dragged his share of meat and calmly placed it over Bardock's earnings. Their cub arrived at the same time with another bushel of slender bodies.
The older Saiyan looked around and saw no Gine. "Where were he?"
Toma rubbed the nape of his neck and fumbled for an explanation, knowing very well who Bardock was referring to, "You see… I was too focused on cutting the tail, 'Dock!" He suddenly raised his voice, "I didn't even notice-"
"Toma…" Bardock called out his subordinate's name in a warning tone.
"…He got eaten by the beast."
"WHAT?!" Goku cried out, dropping his hunt on the ground.
The bandana-clad warrior face palmed, "Not again, Lil-Bits… Alright, let's pull him out."
Goku continued asking if his source was alright as the three returned to the worm-creature Toma and Gine had been fighting. He kept insisting for an answer as Bardock directed them to hold open the animal's maw. He proceeded to demand an explanation once his side-parent and himself were keeping the giant from closing its mouth as his carrier strutted inside, disturbing the saliva on the huge tongue.
"'DOCK!" Goku shouted to get the other's attention. "Is Gine okay?!"
Bardock impatiently stopped and finally replied, "Don't worry, Brat! This ain't the first time he gotten himself-"
At that moment, the elongated beast decided to let out a booming and wet growl. All three Saiyans got blasted with a wall of gooey drool, especially Bardock.
The scarred Saiyan spat out the gunk that got inside his mouth and grimaced, pressing his finger pads to his eyes and wiping off the transparent, sticky substance.
Scoffing to get the slime out of his nostrils, the dominant Locker sighed, "Shit. The things I do for ya, Gine…" and flew down the animal's throat.
The inside of the monster was dark, icky, and foul; it was akin to being within a maze comprised of giant stinkhorn mushrooms. Bardock adjusted his eyes and made a sound of disgust the further he ventured—Saiyans didn't have a gag reflex, but the desire to regurgitate was very much present.
"GINE!"
He called out, passing by organs he'd never in his life seen before. Transparent pod-looking sacks, producing a bubbly substance, lined the walls. Blue frills that lifted and closed shut gave the ambience an organic, busy look. Most of all, the constant slime dripping from everywhere added a dynamic vibe to the living organism he found himself in.
Bardock called out again as he slid down one of the many orifices that littered this beast's insides, using his crippled sense of smell to try and pick up any track of his mate's scent.
"GINE- Gine?!" The Commander finally spotted the smaller Saiyan inside a soft chamber covered in white gel-like material—the butcher was busily scraping off the stuff from the walls.
"The fuck are ya doing?!"
"Bardy? Hey!" Gine happily replied as he stacked another sheet of gel on top of other pasty layers. "Did ya know this creature has an excellent source of fat inside it?! It just peels right off! Look how much I've gathered!"
Bardock stared at the big pile of blubber, and fortunately, out of his entire expedition, this room was not that foul-smelling. In fact, once the residual scent collected prior to entering dissipated, Bardock could fully appreciate the smell rich in protein and other nutrients.
"Once I clean it and mix it with the herbs I got with Panchy, this'll be delicious after sizzling it!" The cook enthusiast expounded.
The bandana-clad warrior squinted at his life partner; he didn't know whether he wanted to hug or strangle Gine. "Leave it to ya to find food even after being eaten."
The younger Saiyan smiled, "Help me take these back outside!"
"How about ya do that and get a breath of fresh air. I'll continue peeling."
"That works too. It is kinda stuffy down here." Gine grabbed as many sheets of fat as he could and returned to the surface where the rest of his circle was waiting.
"GINE! YER ALIVE!" Goku exclaimed with glee, relieved to see his source was still kicking.
"Of course I'm alive, silly."
Toma observed the stack of juicy sheets and then turned his eyes back down the worm-creature's throat, waiting for their Center to come out. "Where's 'Dock?"
"He's helping me get this fat!" Gine flew off and spotted the pile of resources Kakarot had gathered and descended towards it to add the viscous sheets to their bounty.
"...Did…Did Gine just get swallowed and started… grocery shoppin'?!" Goku thought out loud.
Toma choked on his saliva. "That's Gine for you. He'll find food supplies in the most baffling of places."
The Earth Saiyan was torn between laughing and being utterly concerned for his source. He watched Gine fly back up and dive down the creature's throat, and after a minute, Bardock came back up with another stack of lipid material.
"I don't wanna go back down into that DISGUSTING HELL HOLE!" The oldest pack member griped.
"Keep the mouth steady, 'Dock. I'll go." The Latcher offered.
"And I'll take the next turn!" The young Z-Fighter called out.
Between the four of them, they gathered enough lard to feed an army and finally returned to the cave. Everyone helped the master cook clean the fatty sheets and skin their game while talking about light topics.
Together, they seared some of the adipose tissue and stored the rest in a capsule for future consumption, they lent a hand at mixing herbs that Gine distributed to everyone while he seasoned their food, and when the preparations were finished, they sat down in a circle to enjoy the feast.
There was no contest between the food they would eat pre-Gine and the morsels fit for gods they were enjoying now. Furthermore, it turned out the fat collected from the worm-beast was rich and all kinds of zesty.
"If only Broly woulda known about this," Goku contemplated, "he wouldna been feedin' off those nasty bugs all his life."
"How did ya land such a fine specimen, Kay?" Gine asked their third born and ripped a leg off one of the gnawers.
Goku looked up from his food and stared at his source, smelling a bit of arousal coming from the smaller Saiyan. "Dun tell me… Ya've fucked him already?!"
Gine nodded enthusiastically, "And I approve one hundred percent of him! I couldn't even fit half of him inside me!" He chuckled light-heartedly.
Toma nodded as he raised his eyebrows, remembering when he had to be on the receiving end of the Legendary. "He is very big."
"And delicious," Bardock added.
Feeling possessive and rather snitty, Goku spoke before continuing with his meal, "Yeah, and he's
my
breeding mate."
It made the group laugh with an air of adoration towards their cub's jealousy. Toma ruffled Kakarot's hair and tapped his knee with his tail. Gine made a lubricious remark in their mother-tongue, something Goku didn't understand but could smell the nastiness the words carried.
"Hey, now, Kiddo. Pack shares." Their Center reminded their odd cub.
Goku sighed and curbed his aggression, "I know, I know. It's these human habits I grew up with! People ain't supposed t' share their mates."
"Kakarot," the tanned Latcher interjected, "you do realize Broly's fucked everyone in the pack, right? Human or Saiyan, it's too late to be stricken with jealousy."
The Z-Fighter tapped the tip of his tail irritatedly on the ground.
"Ease up, Brat. I won't have sex with him no more if it bothers ya, okay?" The butcher smiled at the miffed warrior and petted his leg.
"No, no, NO." Bardock interrupted the moment. "Kakarot needs to learn to be a Saiyan and get rid of his human notions!"
Gine sensed with his nose that their youngest was beginning to feel guilty. "Bardy! I am shocked! Saying such illogical things… Kakarot grew up in this world
that YA picked for him.
Of course he's gonna have some of that culture; it's a part of him. He can have human AND Saiyan in him and learn to balance them out."
"Do ya have any idea what humans believe in?!" The bandana-clad fighter's temper began rising.
"Their views might be skewed and wrong, but they belong to them. And if Kay is fine with sharing their views, then let him." The petite cook declared.
Goku, at that moment, had a realization: He was very much like his source as far as accepting others was, and he was happy to have found they had that in common.
"I appreciate ya givin' me a choice in this, but I do wanna reconnect with my Saiyan roots. At the same time, I dun wanna give up everythin' I learned from humans, just the stuff that dun make sense."
Gine smiled brightly at their third born as he swallowed a mouthful of golden-roasted fat, smelling acceptance and connection from Kakarot, mixing in with the many food aromas that were lazily dancing in the air around them.
"And that's perfectly fine, Brat. End of discussion."
Bardock, nevertheless, wasn't having it. "They look down on humans feeding their babies in public."
"END OF DISCUSSION." The bushy-haired Saiyan slammed his tail on the ground; Bardock growled and chewed peevishly on a piece of tail bone.
Gine patted his breeding mate's thigh and looked at the youngest of the three, "So, about ya meeting Broly."
"Oh! Yeah, Broly and me met as enemies at first…"
Goku narrated his and his mate's story from the beginning to his source; how he met Broly, how they became allies, trained together, became friends, and then became more than friends, eventually becoming breeding mates.
"Oooh, that is so felt!" At the end of the tale, Gine touched his chest and sighed, "My babies all have partners now, they're soon gonna form a circle of their own-" His voice cracked as tears of joy filled his eyes and streaked down his cheeks.
"Gine…" It was a gentle admonition, more to keep his life partner grounded rather than halt his show of soft emotions.
"I know, I know. I'm just happy for them." A piece of Gine's heart broke off when he thought about Cumber and all the 'what ifs' that came to mind; he wished their three offspring could all be present.
A tail under his nose made the small butcher jerk slightly, and he turned to see his breeding mate busing himself with one of the snacks, seemingly indifferent. The tail, however, snaked behind Gine to coil around his shorter appendage—a sign of support.
Gine closed his eyes and smiled to himself; if he listened carefully, he could make out a soft purr coming from their covertly caring Center.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
One former soldier of the P.T.O. woke up to the sound of aviary animals singing outside his window. They reminded him, somewhat, of the good, old days when he still hadn't tarnished his soul, when he was still young and spry.
The orange alien got up from his bed, tidied it up, and cleaned before going down to the humans' kitchen. Lemo felt like trying a few earthian recipes, adding a touch of his own foreign flavorings.
He started with something small—'cookies' Panchy called them—and collected the necessary ingredients according to the guide book, plus some extras of his own choosing. After a few minutes, the first batch was baked and ready to be encapsulated, although he did leave some out in a basket in case passersby decided to swipe some before breakfast.
It was at the seventh 'alienesque cookies' batch when he heard the first signs of movement coming from the dining area.
"I knew you'd be the first to wake up," Lemo correctly guessed without looking up from his batter-mixing task, "you Saiyans have the most absurd sense of smell I've ever witnessed."
Raditz groaned sleepily and let out a wide yawn. The short ex-soldier gulped when he mechanically turned to stare at the long fangs these warriors ported; it was always intimidating to see them, no matter how trustworthy these fighters were… or seemed to be so far.
Suddenly, Raditz's expression changed into one of concentration before he rushed to the basket and started gobbling down the cookies as fast as his hand could transport them to his maw. It was merely a minute later when others were awoken by the baked goods.
"See, Trunks? I told ya this wasn't granny cooking!"
"I never said she was!" The other teenager rebuked, beating his best friend to the source of the divine smell.
"Hey, Rad-Dad. How's it hang- RADITZ!" The older youth growled when he saw his third parent scarfing down the treats.
"No fair, Uncle 'Ditz!" Goten whined and joined Trunks in trying to salvage some of the cookies.
Raditz swished his tail in irritation and lifted the basket so the shorter teenagers couldn't reach it. He grabbed another sweet snack and ate it mockingly in their faces.
Trunks rounded the tall Saiyan and pulled on his hair, making Raditz lose his footing and causing some of the cookies to fall to the floor.
"Now, now, those are for everyone!" Lemo admonished the trio, stifling a chuckle when Goten started climbing the monument of a Saiyan.
Just then, a zippy sound was heard, followed by four Saiyans materializing in the kitchen.
"Oh, I'm out of here…" Lemo wisely removed himself from the kitchen; he would return in a few minutes to turn the oven off.
"GIVE US THE COOKIES, DAMMIT!"
"TRUNKS!" Vegeta shouted at his first born, which made both teens stop tussling with the older Saiyan.
"Sorry, Sir." The blue-eyed demi lowered his head. He knew he wasn't supposed to curse, and his mom had made sure to make his shorter dad implement this rule.
"You two, go wash before breakfast." The Prince left no room for arguments. With an empty stomach and a salivating mouth, the cookie-deprived teens hurried upstairs to Trunks' room without a second thought.
Raditz finally stood at ease, knowing his cookie basket was now safe from the brats. "Ya came just in time-"
"Gimme that!"
Bardock marched over and snatched the weaved holder from his second born and shoved a handful of sweets in his mouth; then he passed the basket to his mates and walked hurriedly towards the minibar in the next room.
After Vegeta refused the cookies Gine offered, the butcher giddily ate one, "Oh, these are good! Lemo knows how to bake!" He praised the treats and handed them to Toma.
"Why do you still have ribbons in your hair?" The tanned warrior asked their cub, grabbing a round gingersnap.
"The girls had another round of torturing the one with the most hair." Raditz groused and sat down on a stool. "Will ya get 'em off, Gine? I can't see all of 'em."
The short Saiyan gladly trotted to the young Latcher and started plucking out the colorful pieces of cloth.
Vegeta scoffed, "If this continues, you shall have your hair cut off."
Raditz visibly shrunk and shivered.
"As if I'd ever let that happen to my beautiful baby's hair!" Gine laughed. He would braid his brat's hair later, just in case, to keep it safe from tiny, little hands.
Bardock came back at that moment with a bottle of absinthe clutched tightly in his hand and walked right past the group without so much as a quick glance.
"Bardy?" The bushy-haired Saiyan called out to his life partner, wondering what was up Bardock's ass
this
time.
"I were going to the healing ward." It was a curt response but enough to let the others know the necessary details.
The Commander followed the known trail to Turles' room until he stopped at a bend. Looking at the bottle, he remembered the nurse would stop him from bringing it in even if he lied about not giving it to the patient.
Making a hasty decision, the scarred Saiyan lowered his leggings and slipped the bottle inside his pussy with a bit of effort. A medic that happened by, witnessed the scene and promptly turned around to walk in the opposite direction.
Once safely tucked up his crotch, Bardock continued to the recovery room, albeit rather stiffly. He was glad he had hidden the bottle when the nurse briefly gave him a onceover and then let him pass through the door.
Turles was still sleeping when he heard the door open; the scent of his least favored gene donor alerted him out of habit.
"The fuck time is it?" He asked in a groggy voice.
"Time to get fucked were what." Bardock checked that the nurse was busy before pulling his leggings down and letting the bottle slip out.
Turles' brain became gradually more aware the more the bottle was revealed.
"Oh, you shameless bitch!" The clone sat up and reached for the remote to adjust the cot. He was happy to notice that his injuries didn't make him wince anymore, but they still hurt if he moved too fast.
Bardock un-stoppered the bottle with his teeth and offered the slippery, glass item to the pirate. "Drink up, ya bastard." He pulled up a chair to sit near the hospital bed.
Turles took a generous swig of the alcohol and coughed a bit. "You ought to pack things more often up your snatch."
Bardock tsked, "So vulgar," and took the bottle away to drink. He returned it after his throat started building up a slight burn.
"Did you bring anything up your ass?" The trickster smirked as he licked the length of the bottle, savoring Bardock's slick.
"Why dontcha check and see for yerself, Shitstain?"
Turles' smile widened, and he pulled the other in by his top, "I might just do that~"
With a growl, Bardock smashed their mouths together, a jolt of pure adrenaline bursting into both their blood as the two made out again.
Their osculation was short lived, however, when the strong and offensive scent of perfume reached them, and they separated in time to see Panchy walk through the door.
"Thank you, Nurse." The blonde called out sweetly before closing the door with a huff of relief.
"Honestly, I thought she was going to check everywhere. Thank goodness I hid the capsule well!" She pulled the storage device out from her cleavage. "Oh! Good morning, Dear. Didn't know you came over to visit our little, injured dove."
Tossing the capsule onto the table, several containers holding many different types of cookies materialized, along with a generous bottle of milk.
"Eat up, Studs!" The grandmother called out and began pouring the dairy drink in paper cups, courtesy of the clinic.
Bardock gave Turles a side glance, long enough to silently mouth the word 'later'. The pirate bit his lower lip in response; he honestly was starting to look forward to his prototype's short but steamy visits.
-
Morning opened to let the afternoon enter, and the group of adults—aliens, humans, and androids alike—were again sharing a hefty and jovial lunch together. But Bulma seemed at a loss during the feast, not able to timely decide on which helpings to eat first.
Vegeta noticed the change in attitude as well as his wife's smell. On the scientist's other side, the Prince noticed Raditz had also caught a whiff of nervousness coming from their earthian spouse.
Raditz was about to ask what was wrong when he heard a faint huff coming from his second Center. He lifted his gaze to see Vegeta shake his head minutely.
For now, they would leave her be.
Much later, after lunch was, for the most part, pushed around on her plate, Bulma quietly excused herself, wiped her clean mouth with a napkin, and left without another word.
It was time, and her guest would arrive any second now.
Bulma managed to make it promptly to the front door before the bell rang. She gave her guest a warm welcome, explained more details, and headed to the medical ward with a slight shake in her hands.
The two individuals arrived at Turles' room, were checked by the nurse—something Bulma would regret ever since she had told the firm, rule-following Soona that the Saiyan's care was a priority—and made their way to the door.
Bulma halted her hand when she heard whispering and giggling coming from inside and yanked the door open.
Turles closed his mouth, and three dusty and disheveled teenagers froze, as if they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
"Trunks…?" Bulma called out to the one who surely was the ringmaster of this clandestine meeting.
"Uh, okay! Thanks for helping me with my translator, Turles!" The purple-haired teen was quick to say but not genuine enough for his mother to be fooled.
"Yeah… We gotta shower and do the baby-sitting thing Mr. Piccolo told us to do." Goten scratched the back of his head, just like his father and grandpa would do when they were under the spotlight.
"Turles…?" Bulma glared at the clone.
The trickster was much more versed in the art of deception. "Oh, fine. You caught us. We were talking about how yucky girls are and how to be heartbreakers in the future."
"With Marron here?" Bulma quirked an eyebrow questioningly.
"I was giving them pointers. Does and Don'ts." It seemed the blond teen also had a knack for subterfuge.
The married genius knew how to pick her battles; she let this slide for now and would get details later. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it.
"Out."
The simple command gathered no stragglers, and the adolescents left with a short acknowledgement to the guest waiting outside the room and ran off to their next duty.
"So, who is hiding behind you?" The trickster asked once the adults were left alone.
"Turles, this is Buu." Bulma stepped to the side and let the husky creature enter the room.
Buu greeted the Saiyan in a high pitched voice that honestly made Turles' fur stand on edge.
"He's here to help you with your healing since the Senzu Beans are taking too long and the Dragon Balls-"
"I'm not asking any questions. Do it." The pirate interrupted. "I'm tired of being bed-bound."
"Okay! Buu help chocolate Goku…
Mmm, chocolate."
The pink giant patted his belly and licked his lips. Turles wondered if the pink character was going to heal him or eat him.
"On second thought-"
"Buu makes you lie down!" The former enemy walked to the cot and forcefully lowered the backrest, snapping the mechanism as he did so. "Chocolate Goku stay still. Buu find what's wrong and fix!"
Suffice to say, by now, the Saiyan's tail was puffed up, and his overall muscles were tense as a hard dick ready to plunder the goods.
"Bulma…" It was a pathetic show of fear. Turles could feel how powerful this being was, and a tiny part in the back of his mind was poisoning him with
'I told you so'
and
'this was all a ruse'
and
'this pink bubble-gum is going to end you now'.
"Turles? Relax." Bulma was instantly at his side when the Saiyan had started hyperventilating.
The pirate forced the air out of his lungs and breathed in deeply and slowly. He should know better; Kakarot would never allow something so underhandedly to happen to anyone—even enemies.
"Stay still, Buu scan you now."
"S-scan?" Turles turned to look at a round face with a kind smile.
"Shhhh, it'll be okay." The female's voice was oddly soothing at this moment of stress.
Another deep breath, and Turles felt a warm tingling everywhere the big creature's hands hovered over. He noticed the hands stopping at his wounds over the exterior and interior damage. He felt sinew stitching itself back together and pain drifting away like a dream after one woke up. And then he observed how this Buu fellow's hands stopped above his loins, stayed there while the creature hummed inquisitively and made no move to continue, and finally let out a small bubble of light that felt as if time itself stopped, and the world became bright with energy.
"What…the fuck…did you do to me?"
Turles mumbled as he came to, feeling as groggy and hungover as he did after that love holiday party at the cave.
"No time. Buu needs to go back to his world tour with Mr. Satan!" Buu dusted off his hands, "All healed!" and ran off, no explanation given.
"Thank you, Buu!" Bulma doubted their speedy friend even heard her. Lately, Buu and Hercule had been booked from dusk till dawn; it was a miracle she had been able to pull Buu away for a few minutes.
A drawn-out groan from the hospital bed pulled her attention back to their renegade friend, "How're you feeling?"
"Weak, tired… Like somebody landed their spaceship on me and then bounced inside it just to spite me."
Bulma patted Turles' hand she had been holding since the start of the magical treatment, "Rest. You'll recover by nighttime for dinner."
The C.E.O. hadn't finished that sentence when she heard a small snore coming from the Saiyan warrior.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Peacefully enjoying the breeze that touched their skin as they flew through the yellow sky, Goku and Broly made their way towards their secret hiding place, the magical cave Broly had found when he was a mere cub.
The journey was devoid of words but full of glances and smiles that contained the happiness the two most powerful Saiyans felt in their closeness, not just physical, but also in their hearts.
They landed on the balcony erosion had created through time, and their eyes were drawn towards the remnants of their last visit, objects that had created fond memories. Burnt wood near a large mat, skewers that had been used for sugary treats, and a few other items were strewn about.
Broly was beginning to feel nostalgia; images of the days when he first began exploring his better half as well as his inner self brought a sad smile to his face. So much had happened, so many new experiences he would treasure for the rest of his life.
It also seemed his mate wanted to create more memories when Broly felt the other bump into him and playfully shove him away as Broly looked back questioningly. The scent of mischievousness wafted up his nose, and the taller Saiyan swayed his tail jovially.
He approached his older life partner only to be pushed back again. A growl made its way up his throat, and it was enough incentive to make Kakarot yip and take off into the cave, Broly following not far behind.
Down and into the dark passage, Goku ran, his feet light on the rocky floor and tail moving back and forth for added balance. His scent was left in his wake and absorbed by his hunter; the game of prey and predator had begun.
They dashed through tunnels towards the hollow chamber, scaring any life that was lurking behind small rocks and in cracks. As they reached the makeshift nest they had made love countless times on, Broly triggered his ki, and in a sudden burst of energy, tackled his lover to the furs and mats.
Goku spun around and attacked Broly's mouth, hands and legs touching and tightening around the other's larger, stronger body. Their arousal spiked, and their members rubbed against one another in a frenzy of passionate desperation.
The Legendary sat up abruptly and began divesting, eager to be inside his mate after so long, an eternity. His wishes weren't fulfilled when the smaller Saiyan leapt up and dashed off again. Quickly ridding himself of his last garments, Broly shot up after his target.
Further and further they ventured into the cavernous system in their haste to end the game and connect their bodies. They reached the end of the huge chamber at last where Goku would have no place to run off to; he would be cornered and lose to his hunter, a failed game of cat and mouse that had not been pointless in the ways that mattered.
The bioluminescent beings lit up with the outburst of sound and movement. Such was their startlement that they took off into the air, intending to hide themselves from the danger. The Saiyans stopped, never before having seen the small critters dance around in the large cavern.
And just as the bright animals had been chaos at the start, they all orderly flocked into another space through a small fissure in the wall made of minerals.
Curiosity overriding any feeling of need, the warriors followed and were introduced to an unexplored reign of fungi and lichens. Odd as they were entrancing, their eyes followed the fluorescent fauna instead until the small critters settled high above on the ceiling. Once their light dimmed, the stationary beings on the floor of the cave took life of their own, glowing with a dim brilliance in a myriad of patterns and colors.
"Is there water around here?" Goku was the first to break their silence.
Broly approached a never-seen-before plant-like creature, felt around its base, and came back up with a slimy hand.
"Some kind of fluid," he answered.
Goku caught a sweet aroma coming from a cone-shaped lichen. He peered inside it and saw what seemed to be a small pool of nectar at the bottom. Unwisely, he dipped a finger inside and tried it; it was not unlike honey but also very different in texture and flavor.
Broly joined his mate and also dipped a finger inside the nearly-viscous liquid, suckling it after. The innocence these two warriors shared did not allow them caution or foresight. In this case, fortunately, the liquid was but a simple concoction of vitamins, minerals, and hormones—the feeding grounds for the cave dwellers, who in turn, fed the fungi with their remains and waste.
The Saiyans helped themselves to some more, much more, until they had satisfied their sweet tooth appetite. Their sugar high was interrupted by a sudden pain and change of scent in the shorter alien as Goku felt a cramp coming up.
He looked at Broly to see his eyes glowing red, and without another word or any more delays, the younger fighter pulled his partner in and kissed him deeply. Goku was waiting to be attacked by a lustful beast, but the Legendary remained collected, albeit aroused as the stars were hot.
Goku called out his breeding mate's name, prompting the activity to progress, and Broly gladly complied. Twisting his love interest around, the wild warrior propped one of Goku's legs up and entered him with no need for preparation; the Locker's breeder was lubricated, stretched, and ready to accept his cock.
It was several slow and deep thrusts later, thrusts that had Broly's glans pressing insistently against Goku's ring, that the larger of the two felt his energy let loose and suddenly transformed into his legendary form.
Goku also felt his body bleed into his higher transformation, one he hadn't used in a long time and never thought he would be donning it again. His hair turned a shiny silver, and his tail matched the metallic color. It was a form that took Broly by surprise, but his mate was still his mate, whichever form he would take.
Then, another unexpected thing happened as well.
Their ki, combined with their love making, began flowing towards the fungi, feeding them, making them bloom into a color mania as they took in these two powerful individuals' energy.
The last thing Goku saw was the hypnotizing dance of the patterns on the lichens and other lifeforms. Neither he nor Broly would remember their intense session, but it would be the most special session they'd had.
-
"Full house!"
"You have a king, queen, jack, a seven, and a two, Raditz…" Vegeta rubbed his temple with one gloved hand while the other pointed at his mate's cards. "That is not a full house."
"But…"
"The royal family does not mean a full house, and the numbers do not refer to their brats' ages!"
Raditz looked at his cards again, "Oh."
The one group consisting of four Saiyans, two Humans, and a Truscian were playing poker late at night after having enjoyed a District One traditional feast, while Bulma and the rest were playing a known tile game. It had been uneventful so far, the only highlight was teaching the earthian games to the aliens and the nice cocktails they were currently sipping from.
Bulma had thought she'd be free from explaining yet another Earth custom to their interplanetary visitors and residents alike; little had she known Toma and Gine would express interest in playing the old reliable game of Mahjong with her small group. At least Cheelai had been smart enough to sit this one out and only observe.
Whis, being an All-Knowing entity, had no trouble participating while his feline companion preoccupied himself with a fully-loaded banana split, a dessert the Saiyans, Bulma observed, couldn't stop eyeing every once in a while.
"You're turn, Blue." Eighteen called out to the scientist, bringing her back into the game.
"Oh! Sorry, I was…"
"Lost in your brilliant mind again?" Whis intoned.
"Oh, pshh!" Bulma smiled and waved the angel off. She placed her tiles down, "Your turn, Gine," and drank from her Tom Collins.
"So… I can add to this, right?" The butcher trailed off.
"Then you won't be able to bring these down," Toma assisted his nest-mate.
Unlike in this section of Bulma's abode, in the adjacent room, things weren't as calm and collected, and they were about to get even dicier.
"I'm out." Yamcha groaned.
"Unlucky in the game AND in love." Krillin teased.
"Tien is just training, okay?! We're fine!" The former bandit snapped back.
Lemo looked up from his cards, "First it was visiting his old village, now it's training. Which one is it?"
"I said we're fine!" Yamcha repeated with more annoyance put into his words.
"Wolf-boy has nest troubles?" Turles purred. "And here I thought you finally found your man~"
"Turles, don't start," Krillin sighed and immediately blushed when the pirate winked at him while running his tongue across his fangs.
"Either play the game or leave," Vegeta stated firmly. He was one card away from winning, and all Yamcha was doing was delaying the inevitable.
"Speaking of games…"
"What do you want this time, clone?" The Prince didn't even look in Turles' direction.
"I haven't had a chance to fuck your sweetheart," the trickster tempted the fates.
"I refuse to teleport you there."
Turles knew Vegeta would resist at first, but he had a few wildcards up his sleeve.
"Ooo, my sides still hurt so much, all because I gave Raditz my last Senzu to save his life, ooo…"
"Guilt tripping has never worked on me. I have no remorse." Vegeta calmly played his cards and won the round. Another hand was dealt.
"How about blackmail, Princeling?" The renegade Saiyan chuckled when he received five cards: four hearts and one spade.
"PAH!" Vegeta exclaimed, laughing, "You have nothing on me!"
A wide smirk appeared on Turles' lips as he doubled his bet, making the others fold—all except one regal warrior, who met the raise. "Raise you ten more. I've come across a few interesting pictures somehow~"
"WHAT pictures?!" Vegeta met the ten and raised five more.
~Faerie.~
It took one word communicated telepathically for Vegeta to slam down his cards, grab the pirate by his arm, and Instant Transmit to Vampa.
-
Slowly opening his eyes and blinking two or three times, Goku came to, feeling rather disoriented. Other than the fuzziness in his brain and a pleasant feeling down south, he was feeling numb.
The enjoyable sensation in his nether regions became more apparent the more he was able to find his bearings. His legs were spread apart and there was a heavy weight on him; he could smell it was his first breeding mate.
Broly was moving around down there, small and shallow thrusts that were pulling on his core, sending shivers up Goku's body and tail. His toes curled at a particularly long pull that tugged on his insides, and a moan spilled out from his mouth.
He realized then that they were locked together, but he had no recollection of the events. His tail fluffed out and lifted itself at another insistent yank, exposing a pink and swollen tail gland that was leaking oil into his cleft.
Then he felt his mate's hot breath on his nape, just before feeling the soft touch of Broly's lips running up and down the base of his head. A set of teeth clamped over his sweaty skin at the same time the larger Saiyan's hips surged forward, pushing his cockhead deep inside Goku's womb, scraping across his ring deliciously, and stretching it further the more the Legendary's swollen glans pushed against his cum-covered walls.
The older warrior could feel Broly's under vein pulsing against his muscles, and he felt his core filling up with semen from his lover. So flooded was his uterus with warm seed that some was forced out and dripped down the length of his mating channel, all the way out his breeder. Goku could feel the wetness over his slit, jewels, and shaft cooling down as the air of the cave swept across his heated flesh.
"Broly~"
He purred out in a groggy voice.
The bulkier Saiyan wrapped his arms under his life partner and whispered back his name as he tightened his hold around him protectively. His dick began throbbing as another orgasmic wave hit him; he couldn't remember how many times they had climaxed, but judging by the sloshing sounds their linked genitals made every time he slid up and down Kakarot's warm tunnel, and the amount of cum pouring out, Broly would say they had easily orgasmed much more than a handful of times.
Rearing his pelvis backwards, the wild Saiyan plundered Kakarot's cave again and again, picking up speed and force and making his smaller mate cry out in bliss. He couldn't get enough of this wonderful feeling, being connected this way, so intimately and openly.
The moment of closeness came to a rude and abrupt end when two figures suddenly appeared next to them, startling both Saiyans so much that they forcefully parted from each others' organs.
"FUCK!"
Goku screamed as he felt his cervix cry out in pain after Broly's enlarged cockhead was removed unexpectedly.
"What is this place?" Turles asked in awe, his eyes running over the exotic and colorful ambience.
"VEGETA!"
The Earth-Saiyan shouted at his bond-mate.
The Prince glared at his once rival and pointedly ignored his tantrum. Sooner or later, all Saiyans experience the pain of being forcibly separated; Kakarot was no exception to the rule.
"You've found yourselves a cozy place here…" The space pirate commented as he began strolling through the large cavern to explore further.
Goku, still clutching his loins and unable to get up, growled when he saw Turles wandering about his and Broly's special place.
"I know what yer thinkin', and it ain't gonna happen! This cave was supposed t' be OUR secret!" His tail wrapped around Broly's arm possessively.
"Hm, so selfish~" The dark-skinned Saiyan devised, "I'll make a deal with you, Kay. I'll keep my pretty mouth shut, and you have some fun with me."
Finally able to sit on his hauch, even though the pain flared up, Goku quirked an eyebrow at the sly individual, considering Turles' bargain. "Yeah? Ya'll keep quiet, but what about
him?"
Vegeta's hackles rose, and his tail swished in indignation,
"HE
does not give a damn about some silly cave!
Broly, we are leaving!"
The Legendary Super Saiyan hastily picked himself up and ran off to fetch his apparel; the Prince smelled of anger and frustration, and Broly didn't want to annoy him further.
Goku stared at his submissive partner departing so suddenly, "Broly? Now, wait just a minute, Vegeta-!"
"Turles, handle him." The royal simply didn't feel like dealing with others, especially Kakarot's typical rebellion and especially after being blackmailed by Turles—who was in possession of photos of Vegeta in a faerie suit, courtesy of the royal dressing up as one for Bulla's birthday— and left without a care to meet up with the hung one and return to Earth.
"VEGETA!" Goku yelled at the Prince's back but received only a mere twitch of Vegeta's tail.
"Don't worry, Princey. He's in good hands now!" Turles called out, if only to annoy Kakarot more.
After Vegeta was seen no more, Turles giddily plopped next to his paler look-alike, "I suppose you'll want to have your cunt cleaned and soothed? I know first hand what it feels like to have a massive cockhead pop out of your clasp."
Goku was about to snap back when a slight shifting of his lower torso upset his cervix and sent a jolt of pain up his core. Having a soft tongue down there did sound like a good idea.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"Glad t' see yer doing better…" Goku gave Turles a proper once over, noticing there were a few old scars here and there, paler lines of skin littering the bronzed Saiyan's body and face, but no new ones.
Having tossed the top he had worn during game night, the pirate proceeded to remove the stretchy booty shorts he had 'borrowed' from Bulma's personal wardrobe, giving Kakarot a nice view of his best assets.
"I'm a hundred percent!" Turles kicked off his sandals along with the scant clothing item. He proudly stood tall and naked in front of his next hit.
"I thought the Senzu beans weren't ready yet." The Earth-raised alien gulped and turned his eyes away from all the rippling muscles and curvy lines.
A frisky hand reached down to play beneath his own balls as Turles replied, "A pink creature healed me."
"Buu?"
"I believe so…" The pirate knew the other was stalling. He bounced his dick and jewels with his fingers, "We need to catch up, Kakarot."
Goku closed his eyes and sighed. He still wanted to keep the memories of his and Broly's mating and not replace them with fresher memories so soon.
"Not here."
Turles hummed as he stroked his chin, "I think I know just the place—somewhere you haven't had the chance to have sex at. We can have some fun until you get your next wave, then we'll have
a lot
of fun!"
"I dun think I'm in heat anymore. The last wave I got wasn't strong," Goku informed.
"Did your eyes still turn red?"
"I saw Broly's did, but he didna go Latcher-wild."
The clone rubbed his hands together, "Then you might have a couple more waves, weak as they may be, and I'll enjoy them all to myself~"
Out of breeding instinct, the younger Saiyan snarled and got into a defensive stance at the implication of spending more time away from Broly, "Ya can't have me all t' yerself! I ain't just some whore ya can use whenever ya please!"
The dark-skinned trickster arched an eyebrow and smirked, "Kakarot, we both know you're lying through your teeth."
Goku opened his mouth to refute those words, but nothing came to mind. Instead, he swished his tail and huffed in defeat.
"Come now. I know the perfect place to park my beef bus in your Tuna Town."
It took a while for the innocent warrior to decipher Turles' euphemism and realize he wasn't talking about food. Before Goku could tell the other he'd been watching too much T.V., Turles was already making his way to the exit. Very suspiciously, the paler Saiyan tailed along.
As they approached Turles' chosen destination, Goku became more and more regretful of his life choices; he should've known better than to let the renegade Saiyan pick a location that tickled his fancy—that fancy being a distinct need to tempt the fates.
"I ain't fuckin' on that."
"It'll be fun!" The pirate coaxed. "Think about how warm and soft it will feel."
"What if it wakes up?!"
Turles unexpectedly pulled the younger Saiyan flush against him and leaned in towards his ear,
"You just have to be very quiet~"
He whispered and released Kakarot as he flew down to the worm beast below.
Reluctantly following, Goku landed carefully on the giant creature and had to admit that the fur was just as soft as their nest but warmer, much warmer.
With a clap and another rub of his hands, the trickster licked his lips as a wide grin stretched across his face, "On your back."
The Z-Fighter rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, chuckling mentally, and complied. He lay down, spread his legs, and lifted his sac to show his reddened breeder that was catching the sun rays on the slick and cum painting its surroundings.
"What a sight you make." Turles bit his lips and settled himself between the Third Class' creamy thighs, bending down to inhale the wonderful musk, both Broly and Kakarot's, that radiated from the younger warrior's sex.
Goku tried not to blush, but as soon as Turles' silver tongue licked the length of his slit, blood filled his face and sounds filled the air. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth to keep the silence. Too much movement or noise could prove fatal, and Goku wouldn't admit out loud that the thrill paired up nicely with the arousal.
Without warning and little foresight, perhaps on purpose, Turles surged forward, aiming straight for Kakarot's eager pussy, and penetrated him deeply. A passionate howl burst from the stronger Saiyan's mouth, slipping through rock-crushing fingers and out into the open. Both aliens stilled and remained quiet for a few seconds, and then the ground started moving.
Turles laughed, unhinged, and started rutting into Goku almost frenetically. The Earth Saiyan panicked and gasped as he watched in horror at the large head popping out and into the sky. He tried shuffling away, but Turles pulled him back against himself by the waist.
"TURLES, ARE YA INSANE?!"
"A little," the pirate replied casually, keeping his eyes on the giant teeth that heralded danger and fatality.
"We need t' get outta here!" Goku was two seconds away from overpowering the mad warrior and speeding away when he noticed this particular worm-creature had a missing ear.
"Baa?"
Turles looked back at Kakarot's surprised face and grinned.
-
"How do you mean he is still in heat?!" Vegeta yelled through his scouter.
~Just like I said: he's still in heat.~
A voice belonging to one clever pirate came through the speaker.
Across the galaxies, Goku lifted his face from Turles' cock, "I ain't in heat no m-MMM!" only to be pushed back down by the trickster himself.
"Your mouth is busy right now. I'll do the talking, Love."
The Prince was absolutely fuming; he knew Turles was abusing his temporary privilege, and it was time to put an end to this charade.
Several days had passed since the Synthetic Saiyan had gone to Vampa to take care of Kakarot's residual heat waves. Vegeta had wanted to at least visit to confirm the young warrior was done with his cycle, but the conniving clone kept repeating that cursed word:
Faerie.
He had the Prince of All Saiyans by his regal balls, and Vegeta was having to deal with a troop of impatient warriors who wanted to return to start preparing for their moving day to Earth.
He was running out of excuses.
"I am returning with everyone."
~Don't blame me when our Latchers go into a frenzy.~
"OUR LATCHERS?!"
And as easy as shooting fish in a barrel, the two began their expected bickering, Vegeta walking away from the heated pool the standard friends and family were gathered at as threats flew from his mouth in Saiya-go—threats which Turles laughed off.
At a distance not far from Vegeta's retreating backside, Lemo drank his Mai Tai and observed the metaphorical steam coming out of the royal's head.
"If you ask me, Turles is hogging him just to get on Vegeta's nerves."
Lemo turned to see Cheelai taking a seat on the lounge chair next to him.
"That much is obvious," the orange alien chuckled.
Looking around at everyone having a fun time in the water, playing an earthian game with a white ball, Cheelai leaned in to ask in all honesty, "You ready to go back and leave all this behind?"
"It's only temporary." Lemo added wisely, "I'm ready for whatever life brings me. When I was a soldier, I never knew which day was going to be my last. Now," The veteran signaled to all their new friends and allies, "I think we can relax and enjoy the ride, direction: Unknown."
The pink-eyed former soldier hummed, "Damn, it feels like forever ago when we were still working for that bastard… and when we met Broly." She looked at the Legendary who was sitting under a tree meditating, raising his ki abruptly just shy of transforming and then killing the feed without losing control.
"He's been training so hard lately," she continued.
"He has someone in his life now that he's fighting for," the geriatric alien pointed out.
Cheelai huffed in humor, "Not against anymore?"
"Just look at them. They used to be enemies, fighting to the death! Life can throw you in for a loop, and you better be ready."
"Yeah…" The female alien sighed, "that ship has long set sail. I've learned to pick my battles better." She concluded and sipped her beverage. "It was fun while it lasted though."
"It's good that you've moved on," Lemo patted Cheelai's hand.
"Yes, but have all of us moved on?" The white-haired ex-soldier dreaded that her legendary friend was still stuck in his unknown past, a past she could reveal to him at any given time.
Heavy and angry steps truncated their conversation as Vegeta marched back to the pool.
"We are leaving," he announced.
The Saiyans stopped playing when they heard their prince, consequently, the other players as well.
"N-now?!" Raditz asked in puzzlement.
"As soon as you sorry excuses for Saiyan warriors place a hand on me!" Vegeta barked back.
"But… We ain't eaten yet!" Gine complained and looked at his Center for input.
"We'll go back after eating," was Bardock's simple reply. "I'm about to win, and I ain't stopping the game now," he added and tossed the ball over the net.
A vein popped on Vegeta's forehead, and he growled, but any rebuke was withheld when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"So, what's it going to be, my prince?"
The regal warrior turned to face his wife and their daughter in her arms. He regarded them and accepted Bulla's small hand when she reached for him. The toddler nimbly climbed up his arm and settled near his heart.
"Are you weaving, Daddy"
A deadpan grunt was the only reply she received.
"We like having you around, you know," Bulma smiled at her husband.
"We shall return soon enough. I sense Broly has made excellent progress, more than I expected," Vegeta noted.
"Well, when you do, come by yourself first. I need to go over some plans with you," the mysterious genius winked.
"All in due time, Woman." Vegeta answered while accepting a hug from their child.
"Hey, Your Majesty! Are you going to join or what?!"
Eighteen's piercing voice cut through the tender moment the father of two was relishing like a hot knife through a soft stick of butter. Vegeta tried returning the tyke to the mother, but Bulla wasn't having it.
There was only one reasonable course of action the regal alien could take: insult and leave.
"What is the matter, Washing Machine? Too much water for the load?"
The android chuckled sarcastically and flipped Vegeta off, then returned to playing.
"Wanna have a drink with me, Stud?"
Bulma's flirty invite caught the Prince's attention, and he readily gave it to her.
"Stud?" He smirked lazily at his wife.
"Come on," the blue-eyed C.E.O. wrapped her arm around Vegeta's and led them back into the house.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It was quiet, empty, and still. The soothing background chatter, bodies moving about, abundant food… All was reduced to a margin.
One sweaty and tired prince sat down at the floor table after his grueling training with the Legendary Super Saiyan. It had been an Earth week at the very least since the pack had picked up on their training, rather, the wild Saiyan's training. They had taken to rallying Broly with all their strength. Not once had the largest warrior lost focus or control.
Of course, Gine would skip this activity in favor of cheering them on or preparing their next meal. The butcher had made sure to bring enough backup for their remaining time on the planetoid; he had stated his culinary skills were above buttering bitter bugs.
The Prince turned to look at said master cook and his partners. The old throuple lay in the nest, smelling of sex and satisfaction. It was so quiet… Not even the sounds of his first breeding mate and the pirate could break the deafening silence in the cave as they were out hunting at the moment, probably having a little romp on their own.
Vegeta had come to terms with it. He had learned it was futile to keep Raditz's cock in his pants when Turles was being so blatant and brash about his needs.
If that weren't bad enough, Kakarot seemed to be extra needy as well lately, what with Broly making nice with Baa again and spending as much time as he could with the creature before their departure to Earth—it was still unknown if they would ever come back to Vampa.
The regal warrior rotated his left arm to get rid of a crick; he had hit Broly one too many times and now he was feeling it. He needed noise…
As if a blessing from the gods, his bonded mate finally returned, smelling of jealousy and regret. Vegeta immediately straightened up and observed nobody else had come back.
"You came alone?" The words left his mouth before he could stop the obvious question.
Goku shrugged, "He's spendin' time with Baa. Funny, Baa only lets him near if he brings him a bug, heh." There was no humor in that small chuckle.
Activity from the nest made both Saiyans look up to see Toma hastily getting up and sprinting towards them, stepping over Bardock and Gine in the process; it was not appreciated, and the older aliens vocalized their displeasure.
The tanned former elite jumped off the pelts and dashed towards his third born, placing a spread-out hand on Goku's lower abdomen, right above his crotch. The younger Saiyan sighed; he was used to this behavior by now. Toma was simply sending a ping of energy to see if life had been created. If he received a replying ping, then they would know their pack had grown.
Toma remained silent and still, then his hand was removed. No words were spoken.
"WELL?!"
Vegeta couldn't contain his need to know any longer.
"No answer," the Latcher replied in a doleful manner.
Goku smiled—he was disappointed too—and grabbed his side-parent's hand, "It's fine. We're hard t' breed, right?"
"Right." Toma patted his cub's hands and returned to the nest where his mates were waiting. They didn't ask; they didn't need to.
The Earth-Saiyan released the scent of somebody who had let their family and friends down. Vegeta's nose wrinkled; this would not do.
"Come."
The royal stood up and gestured for his future mate to follow, and Kakarot unquestioningly did so. At the edge of the cavern entrance, they took off to the air, heading towards a particular location not too far from the pack. Vegeta had set up a small place for the two to spend time together. It had Turles' old nest, a few supplies, and of course, the much-needed privacy that came with distance.
"What's up, 'Geta?" Goku asked after they touched down and the Prince didn't seem to state the reason for their departure.
"You are… still interested in becoming my breeding mate, yes?"
The taller warrior laughed softly, "That's a silly question."
Vegeta took a deep breath; he had made a promise to himself, and he was going to see it through. "I do not understand these soft, human emotions, but if I was able to adapt for the woman, then I can do the same for you. I shall try to be more accepting of your… f-feelings." The last part came out as a throaty growl through a tight jaw.
The Z-Fighter scratched his chin and then crossed his arms to think, "Vegeta… I think ya misinterpreted what I said. It's a silly question cuz I DO wanna become breedin' mates with ya!" He paused to look for the right words, "I learned somethin' from Gine; even if ya disagree with my human side, ya can still let it be without changin' how ya feel about it. I dun want ya changin' just for my sake. I already like the arrogant asshole I fell for."
The Prince snorted and scoffed.
"I'm just waitin' on ya t' set up a time and place." Goku reached out for his onetime enemy's hands, and Vegeta removed his dusty gloves before accepting the gesture.
"I want our consummation to be perfect." An intense, deep stare made the younger Saiyan weak in the knees.
"Ya want everythin' t' be perfect," Goku chuckled nervously.
"And why not?" Vegeta pulled Goku towards their nest. "It is my birthright."
Sitting down and feeling the soft fur tickle his legs and rear end, the Earth defender smiled brightly at his soon-to-be life partner, "There's the prince we all hate t' love!"
The flame-haired Super Elite barked out in laughter, "If only we had been less ignorant when we met, we would already have twenty cubs by now."
Red crept up and occupied Goku's face as he was pushed down onto the nest and kissed by the shorter warrior.
As their osculation became more heated, hands began roaming across muscular and hardened bodies, one hand finding its way to Goku's breeder and inserting two fingers inside.
"'Geta~"
The paler Saiyan moaned his leader's name, bucking up into his hand as Vegeta began thrusting his digits inside him, making his love channel slick and swollen, ready to accept his shaft.
"I can't- Do it. Get in me…" It was a desperate plea to have his bonded mate's cock sheathed inside; Goku needed it and not the foreplay Vegeta seemed to be focused on to make the other lose his mind to pleasure.
"Fuck!" The royal pulled his fingers out, licked them, and lowered his spandex leggings after getting in between Kakarot's legs. His dick was already pulsing, leaking precum, eager to sink itself deep down the younger Saiyan's tunnel of lust.
All of a sudden, Vegeta jerked his head to the side, and Goku sat up violently.
They had felt a familiar ki appear on Vampa.
-
Bulma observed Trunks from above her coffee mug rim while she gulped down the essence of life, trying to understand what her son from the future had just explained to her in the most roundabout way one possibly could.
"Mother, I know you aren't this dense, even if it is early."
"I had a long night." The blue-eyed genius set her cup on the table. "So, in layman's terms, you were told to find the Legendary Super Saiyan. By whom?"
"That's not important," Trunks waved the last question away, "I just need to know where Father and Goku are."
"Haaa! Oh, you're in for a treat," Bulma grabbed a fish-filled onigiri and chewed on it; it was one of Panchy's specialties, and nobody could resist them, including the strictly-morning-coffee C.E.O..
"Eat your soup before it gets cold, Sweetcakes!"
His grandmother's voice cut through Trunks' wandering mind, and he lifted the bowl to drink his miso soup.
"You say this because…?"
Bulma reached for another rice ball, "I'll let you see for yourself. I'll give you the coordinates of where you can find them, and they can fill you in with all the details of this past year."
The scientist quickly wrote down numbers and degrees that she had memorized and gave the note to the Time Patroller, and taking another round rice snack to the lab, Bulma ruffled Trunks' long hair and left the kitchen, coffee mug in hand.
Trunks called out his thanks and finished the miso bowl as fast as he could, saying his goodbyes to Panchy before the young-looking grandmother could feed him more of her food, delicious as it may be.
After entering his Time Machine, the youth input the coordinates and instantly transported to the planetoid where he would find the older Saiyans he admired from afar.
Stepping out of the vehicle, he coughed as the dry air filled his lungs. It wasn't a pleasant place at all, he decided, looking around.
Trunks took a few steps on the cracked, dusty ground when he felt the tell-tale tingling sensation in the back of his neck that signified several approaching ki's.
With one lightning-speed swish, he unsheathed his sword and went full alert. Before the energy signals could arrive, he heard a zap next to him, followed by the voice of one Son Goku.
"Hiya, Trunks!"
The purple-haired demi turned around to greet them, "Goku. Fath-" Trunks choked on his own surprise as he saw the taller, full-blooded Saiyan in all his full-blooded nudity.
"Huh? Oh!" Goku laughed and scratched his head, "I guess I forgot t' put clothes on, hahaha! Dun mind me. What brings ya all the way over here?"
The shocked youth shook his head and forced himself to keep his eyes above the belt, "Mother said I would find you here. There are several enemies approaching, guards up."
"PAH!" Vegeta crossed his arms; the brat was still as defensive as always, even more so than before.
"Enemies? Uh, that would be my family," Goku scratched the back of his head again. "A lot has happened, see?"
Trunks kept his keen eyesight in the direction of the approaching life forces. That was until he saw their state of undress. Bardock landed next to the trio, unsettling the sandy dust, followed by Toma, and lastly, Gine.
"Is this just a nude beach without the beach part?!" Trunks covered his vision from the new arrivals, especially the tall, tan one.
His cock was huge!
"Trunks, I'd like ya t' meet my parents!"
A pair of blue eyes settled on the older aliens, cruising over every line and form. He simply couldn't help it; it had been ages since he had smelled another of his kind, and these three smelled like pure sex.
"Hi, there!" Gine happily greeted and looped his slender arms around Toma's and Bardock's. "We're Kakarot's parents!"
"All… all three of you?" Trunks was so distracted and overstimulated that he didn't notice another Saiyan joining in from behind until he felt the hot breath on his neck.
"Well, what have we here?" Turles purred.
In the blink of an eye, Trunks spun around and stopped his sword just short of slicing through the other's throat. "I suggest you keep your distance."
"Oh, I like this one!" The pirate pushed the weapon away with a finger, "I can't help but notice he smells a bit like you, Prince."
"He is my brat… from the future." Vegeta replied.
"WHAT?!"
A quaternion of confused Saiyans exclaimed at this very odd information. Before they could receive an explanation, however, a ginormous ki zapped towards them at the speed of light, contained inside an equally giant body that exuded danger and power.
The large warrior crashed on the ground between Kakarot and the stranger, creating a deep crater full of cracks, making debris shoot out in all directions, and disturbing the dust all around him.
As the beige and brown cloud settled, a behemoth of a Saiyan appeared, standing up to his full, intimidating height. A heavy tail lashed out warningly, reeking of rage and repulsion. A set of sharp fangs exposed to the unwanted guest spoke of blood, torn flesh, and crushed bone.
What captured Trunks the most were a set of golden orbs on the beasts' visage. Unlike the others, this one was clothed, and far was it from the time traveler to wish the dress-code was reversed.
"Broly? I'd like ya t' meet Vegeta's son, Trunks." Goku slid in front of his enraged life partner and ran his hands up and down Broly's massive pecs to soothe him. "Trunks, this is my mate, Broly."
The tallest of the aliens immediately calmed down, Trunks observed, and reverted to a tamed state. His hair dropped down, his eyes turned a dark grey, and his tail stilled. The youth gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from this spectacular specimen of a Saiyan warrior.
"Mate? As in…?"
"Spouse," Vegeta answered his son. "If you have a problem with that, Brat, I shall gladly provide enlightenment." One re-gloved hand made a fist and punched his other hand.
Trunks scoffed and re-sheathed Tapion's sword. "Easy, I didn't come here to fight or interrogate life choices."
"Then why were ya here?" Bardock asked in a rather rude tone of voice, one the more mature adult decided to ignore.
"I was sent to meet with the Legendary Super Saiyan. I assumed it was Goku." Trunks could feel his father's eyes boring into the back of his head; it gave him a morbose sense of satisfaction.
"My baby brother ain't the Legendary."
Another elusive Saiyan had sneakily neared them. Trunks was getting more peeved at himself for letting one too many off his ever-present radar.
"At least not in strength," Raditz, a complete mess of tangled and sticky hair, tossed several sheets of fat on the ground, making Gine screech.
"I ain't collecting any more of this shit, Gine! Just look at my hair!" Raditz abruptly began sniffing the air. "And why does this fucklet smell so much like Trunks?!"
"Because I AM Trunks, Fuckpot," the patroller replied.
Raditz was sent by this information and prepared a snappy comeback that would put this intruder in his place. "YA DICK-"
Gine jumped forward and covered his second born's mouth. "How's about I fix a delicious meal for everyone, and we all catch up so there are no misunderstandings, hm?"
"Great idea!" Goku quickly ushered everybody towards their cavernous shelter.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Golden brown began to appear on the side that was touching the stone slab Gine had brought in cycles ago. The sheet of lipids sizzled and bubbled, producing a mouth-watering aroma that filled the cavern and the pack's noses.
Above the crackling of the food being cooked, voices could be heard, retelling experiences to the unanticipated guest from a future timeline.
The Saiyans and friends would take turns and add their own flavoring to the same story, and luckily, Trunks' mind was a steel trap, taking everything in, all the details, all the contrasting points of view, without becoming overwhelmed. He was trained for this, after all.
It was with a cynical sense of humor that the young demi began tagging each alien with an appropriate label just by hearing one story told through different eyes. Cheelai and Lemo were like an open book; had they still been under Frieza's command, they probably wouldn't be alive right now, unless they had been much more closed off when part of the P.T.O..
'More than allies',
the trained behavioral expert concluded.
Bardock was a self-assured Dom, who didn't give a fuck about being wrong; he was smart enough to find a way to convince others that he was right.
'Grumpy old geezer',
was the label given to the Commander.
Toma was Bardock's lapdog. Even if the older Saiyan was wrong, Toma would seldom contradict him.
'Sub',
Trunks mentally placed a sticky note over the tanned Saiyan's forehead.
Gine was almost a spitting image of Goku; the only difference was Gine had a sharp edge to his ways, as sharp as the knives he wielded with terrifying accuracy, and an unparalleled dexterity in the culinary arts.
'Goku 2.0—enhanced'
, Trunks decided.
Raditz—he was a joke. Boastful, also self-assured but without the brains or strength to back up his words, and he carried himself as if he were the gold medal winner out of all the Olympics in history. If it weren't for his physical… attributes, Trunks would've written down a big
'L'
on this Saiyan's forehead. For now, the long-haired Saiyan would only get a lowercase
'l'
.
Broly was the quiet one. Shy, calm, and utterly stricken by Goku. It was almost painful to see how the tallest Saiyan was head over heels for the Earth defender. The only scary thing about this gentle giant was the power behind every single movement. Broly exuded strength and raw energy.
'A diamond in the rough'
would be his label.
And then there was Turles; Trunks took a deep breath. The bronzed Saiyan was a bag of cats, a can of worms, a Gordian knot. He had trouble written all over him, and it wasn't at all unappealing to the Time Traveler but certainly an inconvenience at the moment—especially with Bardock or Vegeta around. This one's label would be
'chaos and drama'.
"I still can't believe you're not the Legendary, Goku." Trunks cut an argument short between Turles and Bardock by going back to the topic.
"Ya should see Broly transform!"
Trunks smiled at his former mentor's father. Goku was so pure of heart, he didn't even notice the slight towards him if there even was one.
The eager Z-Fighter continued, "He's absolutely-"
"Stunning~" Turles interrupted.
"Meal is ready!" A peppy voice came from nearby, and the food artistes, Gine and Lemo, came over, carrying tray upon tray of deliciously seared animal fat and other morsels.
"Hey, Rad-Dad. Bring us the water!" Cheelai playfully nudged the long-haired warrior, and he fetched several bowls and pitchers of the life-granting fluid.
It was at the first bite that Trunks decided he'd tried very few tastier dishes in his life, and he had traveled through space and time.
"So…" Turles began and made the purple-haired Demi mentally brace himself, "tell me, Vegeta, how much does your brat know about Saiyan bonding?"
The Prince was able to get one solid growl in before Trunks replied for himself.
"I know a lot about Saiyans; it's part of my job. And the answer is no."
The space pirate hummed as a wicked grin stretched his lips, "Hard to get. I like that~"
"WHY YOU-!"
Vegeta stood up and all but launched himself over the table towards his target, only stopped by Goku and Raditz. The verbal war began; Turles playing the royal like a viola, and Vegeta delivering a five-star concerto.
Trunks couldn't stop himself from chuckling at the absurd behavior of these two adult children. It was when he reached to drink water, though, that he felt a familiar sensation in his lower regions right before a cramp hit.
The bowl of water fell to the table with a resounding clank that could be heard among the deafening silence.
All Saiyan eyes were on him, washed over with horror. They could already see the impending battle among the Latchers to breed the young adult. They could already smell the blood being spilled. They could already hear the gods laughing from above.
"What… What's going on, guys?" Cheelai asked nobody in particular.
"S-shit!" Raditz was the first to lose his composure, his eyes turning a bright red.
Toma instantly reached for his nose, but the smell had already invaded his nasal cavities, and it was like none other he had ever smelled. His eyes turned red as well.
Both Latchers stood up and towered over their potential cub carrier, suddenly noticing each other and getting into a terrifying attack position, ready to rip each other's throats at the drop of a pin.
Neither Toma nor Raditz were expecting to be thrown across the cave in opposite directions, slamming hard enough against the walls to be knocked out cold. In their place, now stood a great giant with red eyes, a fluffed-out tail that was waving warningly behind him, and the longest, thickest cock Trunks had ever laid eyes on… that week.
"Broly!" Cheelai made an attempt to get up, but her good friend placed a hand on her shoulder. Lemo shook his head and nodded to their capsule house as Goku and Vegeta rushed to try and stop the wild Saiyan.
While the green and orange aliens made themselves scarce, Gine and Bardock went to check on Raditz and Toma respectively, and Turles attempted to get Trunks out of the cave and as far away as possible.
It seemed that Trunks' instinct to breed had other plans as he also became caught in the haze of hormones.
The cavern was suddenly filled with a ground-shaking scream and golden-green light as the Legendary bled into his most powerful transformation. The blast of energy expelled the two warriors trying to stop Broly, and the wind was knocked out of them as they slammed against the far wall after crashing through the water reservoir and destroying their only water source on the planetoid.
At the moment, the pack was more concerned about leaving with their limbs intact, especially Turles who was now faced with the most powerful Saiyan warrior in the known universe and his horrifyingly long and sharp fangs.
Broly towered over Trunks and the clone; Turles wisely backed off slowly without connecting his sight with that of the more dominant Saiyan.
"Good luck, Kiddo," he whispered to Trunks, and he truly meant it.
He wasn't even a few feet away when the Legendary pounced on Trunks and they both began ripping at each other like beasts devoid of all thought but that of connecting their genitalia. When Turles was far enough, he directed himself to Kakarot and the Prince, careful to not make any sudden moves. Unlike most of the time, he did not want any attention on himself at the moment.
The Synthetic Saiyan reached the two collapsed warriors just as they were coming to at the same time that a powerful howl reverberated inside the chamber. Vegeta saw his son from another timeline getting pummeled by nothing but a large brute with an equally large cock; his vision became red, and it was only with combined strength that Goku and Turles could stop the royal from attacking Broly on impulse.
"Vegeta, are ya crazy?! He'll kill ya!" The Z-Fighter whispered angrily at his bond-mate. That seemed to dispel the fury burning inside the protective father, and the Prince lowered his stance.
The other Saiyans couldn't do anything but witness the animalistic mating—Turles had started touching his cock, but one warning growl from Vegeta had made the pirate lift both his hands and keep them away from the fun bits.
The screaming and moaning, grunting and growling continued until Trunks and Broly finally locked and came down from their lustful high. The tension in the cave decreased exponentially, especially after Trunks picked himself up from the ground and cussed.
"Well, shit. That just happened."
"I-I'm sorry!" Broly felt horrible when he realized he had blanked out and had ravished their guest. He tried to move away, but his dick was very much stuck inside the youth and being milked viciously. It felt borderline painful!
"Pretty sure you can tell I've gone a long time without a good, hard fuck. My body needed it." Trunks waved Broly off. It was a tad too late for concerns and worries.
"But-"
An unfamiliar beeping noise cut Broly off, and Trunks pointed to the jacket he had taken off before their feast.
Two heads peeked out of the capsule house door cautiously.
"Is it okay to come out?" Cheelai asked.
"Yeah, pass me my pager." The timeline jumper pointed to his jacket.
The pink-eyed alien rushed towards the alerting sounds and passed the clothing article to the half-blood.
It was when Trunks sat up on Broly's lap that Gine was able to see Trunks' junk.
"Good Goddess Lune!
YER A BREEDER?!"
Bardock, Toma, Turles, and Raditz perked up at this twist of events; Trunks didn't seem too thrilled his well-kept secret was out in the open.
"Let's not make a huge deal out of this…" The blue-eyed Demi leaned forward in an attempt to make his front less visible. Behind him and sitting on his bent legs, Broly tried peeking over Trunks' shoulders to get a glimpse of what Gine was shouting about.
The Time Patroller ignored the attempts of the curious alien—as well as the others gathering around to prove themselves that he was the rarest Saiyan type—in favor of reading the message he had received on his pager. It was from Headquarters, telling him to return from the mission at his convenience.
"That's odd…" Trunks squinted at the pager. His tail fluffed up when Bardock suddenly lifted him to see if his smell matched his genitals.
"He IS a Breeder!"
Raditz exclaimed and then had to duck when Vegeta sent Bardock flying over his head.
"Nobody comes near him!" The Prince barked out.
Turles squeezed through the crowd, "Broly's near him. Does that count?"
A brawl broke out between the Prince and the Pirate, one that the Commander soon joined.
"Should we just leave the cave for the day?" Lemo scratched his hoodie, wondering not for the first time how he had landed among such a rambunctious group.
"I dun know about you, but I'mma go see Bulma…" Goku rubbed his face, "See ya 'round, Trunks!"
"KAKAROT, DO NOT DARE!" Vegeta called back to his future mate to which Goku lifted his hands in surrender before rapidly teleporting away.
Eventually, the Drama Queen Club tussle broke off, and the Saiyans all went to different parts of the cave to catch their breath. The more sensible ones—Gine, Toma, and to some degree, Raditz—stayed nearby, asking questions Trunks really didn't want to answer, and Lemo and Cheelai smartly began collecting the dirty dishes and whatnot.
At some point, Trunks feigned being sleepy and actually drifted off after a minute or two. He woke up to his body shuddering and releasing Broly's magnificent shaft. Almost no cum dripped out, and that didn't surprise him in the least. His body had been thirsty and desperate, frustrated and needy… for ages now, and he had finally been given a most appreciated opportunity.
"Father, some clothes…" Trunks spoke in a groggy voice.
"In the wardrobe," the regal warrior replied in a snippy tone, watching as his own flesh and blood wobbled to the bit of furniture they had in the cave and grabbed some loose pants and a top.
"I hope these fit. You're not exactly… my height." Trunks' quip gathered an all-around laughing fit, and Vegeta couldn't stop it no matter his title.
"Boy, I shall accompany you to your ship." The Prince stated firmly and left the cave shortly after once Trunks had put his boots on and collected all his items.
"Ya think he'll leave him within a speck of his life?" Raditz whispered to Gine.
"Dun be silly, 'Ditz," the butcher laughed, "Didn't cha smell how much the Prince cares for Trunks?"
Said Prince didn't come back until much later, once the dark green had settled over the small planet and nocturnal creatures had started their morning.
Trunks had come and gone, and Vegeta was quite peeved to see Kakarot hadn't returned yet. The royal let his irritation be known in the form of a forced nap, not allowing anyone to join.
"Goku is sure taking forever…" Lemo pointed out.
The pack had taken to playing the usual game of Skirmish, Bardock was winning—of course—and Team 'Toma and Lemo' wasn't far behind Team 'Turles and Cheelai'. The bushy-haired cook was helping his second born, and Broly was impatiently waiting for his life partner at the mouth of the spacy chamber.
It was in the seventh round that Goku flashed next to Broly, and the gentle giant assaulted him with affection.
"Hey, Baby Bro! About time ya came back," Raditz stood up to greet his one-time enemy.
"Why the fuck did ya take so long?!" Bardock snapped at their third born.
Vegeta sat up and left the nest to give Kakarot a piece of his mind. When he reached the younger warrior, he could smell his wife all over him.
"And why in all Hell do you reek of Bulma?!"
"We're probably going to need to start packing, right, Goku?" Cheelai called out.
Turles curled his tail around the female's waste, "I'll get the sex toys~"
"Oh! Are we ready to move back to Earth?!" Gine stood up with enthusiasm, hoping to all gods it was time to return to the planet full of life. "Toma! We need to make a small fat-collecting run before we leave!"
"Oh, no. Not THAT again!" The tanned Latcher groaned.
Bardock scoffed and tossed a pebble at the butcher, "I fucking refuse."
Goku chuckled at his parents, took Broly's hand in his, and looked at everyone in the cave, friends and family alike, smiling at them as warmly as the sun during springtime.
"I'm pregnant!"
Fin