The
Bonded
Part Ten
"Let's call them."
Goten turned on the dishwasher and straightened, looking at his mate.
"What? Call who?"
Smiling, Trunks rose from his seat, "Our fathers. It's been a few days; we
should call them." He walked towards the doorway and Goten followed him out
of the room and through the hallway.
"This time is important, they need to enforce the bond. Shouldn't we just
let them be?"
"It'll be short. Plus, I already said that it's been a few days. They can
talk to us for a second." He stopped in his tracks and turned to face
Goten, "Don't you want to know how it went?"
"Well, yeah, if you put it that way." They reached the bedroom and
Goten collapsed onto the bed while Trunks hit the auto-dial, the electronic
beeps quickly calling the house that Goku and Vegeta shared. First positioning
the vidscreen, Trunks then sat down on the bed with his partner, who moved over
and laid his head in the offered lap. The phone rang and continued to ring, and
the ebony-haired male glanced up. "Do you think they're home?"
Just as his sentence ended Goku answered. On seeing the younger saiya-jin he
grinned and called out the open door visible behind him, "It's our sons, 'Geta!"
Turning back he nodded to each of them in turn, voicing a simple greeting and
then becoming silent.
"Well…?" Goten finally asked, attempting to prompt a description.
"What?" Goku's voice was innocent but his smile was decidedly not.
"How did it go, Dad? Come on, spill." Trunks' hand moved from the
comforter to run through Goten's spiky hair as they both waited for the answer.
"It went perfectly." Goku's tail snuck over his shoulder, curled
slightly, before disappearing behind his back again. "You know that it's
impossible to explain, but it was … amazing. And everything has gone
wonderfully since then." He laughed lightly. "We owe you guys a
lot." There was a noise from behind Goku and he turned in his chair to
respond. "Yes, we do." Another murmur. "I'm almost done. Be there
in a moment." He turned back and grinned.
"How is my father?" Trunks asked, fingering the hair at the nape of
his mate's neck.
"He's doing fine. A bit grumpy, though. Didn't get much sleep last night."
Goten chuckled. "Well. It's good to hear you two are doing so great.
Anyways, we just wanted to be sure everything was ok. You should get back to
Vegeta."
"Wait." Trunks interrupted before Goku could cut the connection.
"Who was on top?" he asked, tone completely serious. Goten blushed
hotly and hid his face in Trunks' lap. For his part, the older saiya-jin looked
a bit surprised but he regained control quickly.
"Vegeta." Shrugging, he said no more.
Looking down, Trunks tugged at Goten's shirt. "I win," he said,
matter-of-fact. "Seme, ten minutes." The dark-haired male refused to
look up, whining incoherently. Trunks glanced at Goku. "Thanks, and good
luck. Say hello to my father for me."
Goku nodded. "No problem." With a knowing look, he smirked and then
adopted a reprimanding tone. "You really shouldn't be making bets,
Trunks." The connection cut to black.
The purple-haired male glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table and
prodded the back of the man that lay on his lap, tail moving along the bed
slowly like a that of the cat who had recently devoured the canary. "Seven
minutes. If you have anything to do, I suggest you do it quickly." Goten
muttered his disbelief and covered his eyes with an arm.
Returning to the living room, Goku resumed his seat on the couch and was
immediately pulled against his partner. Snuggling into Vegeta's embrace he
closed his eyes. "You make a rather territorial mate, 'Geta."
"We need to strengthen the bond."
"Bullshit." Cracking an eye, he looked up, "We've been doing that
for almost a week now. You just won't admit that you want me close."
"Hn." Vegeta leaned back, his grip tightening.
They had not separated since waking under the rising sun four and a half days
ago, and spent the time in each other's company alone, canceling their students
and previous engagements. They slept together, Goku having moved into Vegeta's
room, ate together, and even sparred (at Vegeta's suggestion, and Goku suspected
it was mainly so that the saiya-no-ouji could show off his new-found power).
Constantly, whenever either one had an urge, they had sex. Positions and roles
were experimented with, giving Goku the chance to be dominate and allowing for
them to learn each other's preferences. More than anything, however, they
conversed.
Sometimes telepathically in short sentences and emotions, and often in words
they discussed everything. They talked, quarreled, had all-out arguments and
self-conscious moments of tenderness. The mating was the first subject, but both
found it difficult to remember the actual events in any amount of detail. Goku
then stumbled over half-formed questions about Vegeta's past. The replies were
brief and sharp, and the topic was quickly dropped although Goku could not
forget the painful memories he had received during the mating.
Other conversations had various focuses. One was Vegeta's increased power. All
in all, it set Vegeta just above Goku's level and did only minor damage to the
taller saiya-jin's pride - although he would never admit it, he was happy for
Vegeta. His power had increased as well, and he suspected it was due to the
regrowth of his tail. Luckily, neither one had transformed to Oozaru, and they
had decided that now that their power levels were high enough they were able to
control the transformation. They discussed the involvement of their sons and
their own inaccuracy in observing each other in the time before the mating (Goku
found it quite hilarious and Vegeta refused to comment). Goku also mentioned his
concern as to how their acquaintances would react at the news. Vegeta had no
opinion but his mate decided firmly to hide nothing, and that the others would
eventually learn to accept his relationship with Vegeta as well as the one
between Goten and Trunks.
A great deal had changed in a very short period of time, but for once it felt
right - a sappy sentiment but a true one. Every so often Vegeta's previous
thought floated into his mind: /the possibility of being the perfect bond./ With
light, sarcasm-tinted surprise he noted that it appeared that it was. However,
both were slowly recognizing that they were prepared to rejoin the rest of the
world, and that household expenses did not pay themselves. Initially, dealing
with unsupportive individuals would be difficult, but that seemed irrelevant in
comparison to the current moment. Goku made a small, happy noise, turning to lay
his head on Vegeta's chest, and the Prince laced his fingers through Goku's and
rested his chin in the spiky ebony hair. For the moment, nothing needed to be
said.
It would not remain that way for long.
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