Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

There were chicks in his kitchen. On his table. Tons of little bitty fluffy, cute, cheeping chicks. Two very intrigued half-breeds that were oo and awwwing over the little fluff balls like that was the most important damn thing in the universe. Of course, worse than that, there was Kakarot who was watching the chicks with the same fascination.

"Hey," he said, "See if they'll eat the daisy."

At this juncture he had to wonder just why the hell he was standing in the doorway watching them all goo and gaaah over the baby chicks that were CRAPPING ALL OVER HIS TABLE. But he wasn't going to scream or shout. He was just going to politely inform them that they needed to remove themselvesediaediately.

"Oh," his lavender-haired offspring said, "Hi Dad. Look what Goten brought!"

Ah. So now he knew he was going to have to kill in order to get the chicks removed from his kitchen table.

"Yeah, 'Geta~" this was the baka, "They're for the kids. Goten's helping with a fair and the chicks are going to..."

"Kakarot," he said, crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him. "I don't care what they are going to do; they need to get off my table now."

Goten mumbled something that was even too faint for perfect Saiyan hearing, and picked up the box that he had brought the damn offensive little things in. Scooped them into the box even as they cheeped and tried to get away. Ran around his formerly clean kitchen table and crapped everywhere.

Annoying cute birds. He hated birds.

Trunks helped his friend grab a few of them as the chicks attempted to prove that chickens could indeed fly. Stuffed them into the cheeping box. Gave his father a strained grin. "We'll clean the table off when we get back, K?" And as Goten wrapped his hand around the last of the annoying chicks and dropped it in the box, Trunks yanked him out of the house. Thusly evading his father's angry glare.

"Sheesh," Kakarot said, "You really need to lighten up 'Geta. It's spring. Flowers and babies and warmth."

"Rain, rain and sinus migraines," Vegeta snapped in response.

Stared at the table that had once been wood but was now white with chick residue. Heard Kakarot mumble something to himself and felt the baka's hand on his elbow, felt the idiot guiding him out of the kitchen and into the sickeningly bright and cheerful outdoors where the flowers were all blooming the grass was all green and the clouds were flo floating in the sky all happy-like and mocking him.

"Look!" Kakarot said, pointed around, "How can you not like spring?"

"Simple," Vegeta snapped, "I don't."

There was a tsk, a sigh, and he found himself being inverted, felt his back hit the ground--of the flower bed for cripes sake--and he found a pert orange Gerber daisy right next to his head just seconds before he was being TICKLED--of all the damn things--by the larger Saiyan. He wriggled (thankful nobody else could see him wriggle) and slapped at the hands on his waist and his legs and tried very hard not to laugh. Bit the insides of his cheeks and said: "Stop it!" Which was really not effective, because any response out of him made the annoying one laugh.

Kakarot looked down at him, didn't still his hands, but plucked at the clothes in a different way, let his hands find their way under Vegeta's shirt.

"Okay," he said, "I'll stop tickling." Moved his head down, slid it under the shirt as well--stretched out one of his favorite tank tops--and moved his mouth up to Vegeta's chest. Sucked on the space between his nipples and then moved his way over to the left one, flicked his tongue back and forth over it.

"You should like spring," he said to Vegeta's chest, moved across the other at the same time his hands were pushing his pants down.

"Its when everyone gets real horny and happy."

"Hn. Does one lead to the other?"

Kakarot pushed his head through the neckline of Vegeta's shirt, looked at him.

"I think I would be very happy if my horniness paid off."

Ducked his head back into the shirt, wrapped his hands around Vegeta as he hardened and stroked him. Murmured more little nonsensical things to his stomach and sucked on his navel. Stabbed his tongue into it and made Vegeta's hips cant up without his permission.
That stupid daisy seemed to be enjoying the show.

"Dammit!" Vegeta said when he heard his pants rip yet again, and found that the over horny Saiyan was sucking on his own fingers as he stroked Vegeta, and it didn't take a great genius to figure out just what the other man wanted. So he sighed, drew his knees up.

Watched the fingers go from the baka's mouth, down past his erection and tried very hard not to bite his lip as he tingle in anticipation. Felt the ghost of a fingertip against his opening and bit back the curse, closed his eyes when the digit slipped into him and turned his head to one side, breathed and tried not to imagine how very debauched it must look for him to be trapped under the baka in a flower bed of all things. Withstood the lick to his erection as he waited for the large one to wiggle out of his clothes enough to move on.

Opened his eyes when hands slipped under his hips and lifted him up so he could be invaded with greater ease. Saw that stupid orange daisy smirking at him. Closed his fist around it and squashed its happy little head as he panted and pushed back against the heavy, hard intrusion. Turned his face so Kakarot could press their mouths together and moaned into the kiss as he thought that perhaps spring was not all that bad.