Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

It wasn't a great secret. Not as far as Goku was concerned--partly because he had never seen the point in keeping secrets and partly because Chichi and Bulma had both found out in a rather embarrassing fashion. (Said fashion being the reason he was being gagged by a tie at the moment and stuffed into tailored pants that were almost as uncomfortable as being turned into a floating candy ball.) It wasn't even a secret except there were a rather large number o f people that didn't know. Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Bra, Yamcha, Piccolo, Tien, Krillin, 18, Marron, Master Roshi, Popo, Dende, Good Buu, and everyone else in the world that wasn't Vegeta, Chichi, Bulma or himself knew about the sex. His sex. His sex with Vegeta.

"Goku!" Chichi said, under breath and still screaming at him. "Stop fidgeting, you're going to get wrinkles in your suit! Wrinkles!" Now that would be a real world-ending catastrophe.

"Chichi, its too tiiiight."

She gave him the 'if I were holding a frying pan right now...' look. He obediently stopped wiggling around and stood up straight and tall, and tried to ignore the fact that he was unnaturally constricted into these clothes. Clothes that he rather hated.

"Its your son's wedding, Goku. You can stand still long enough for that."

"Oh my! If I wasn't looking at it I wouldn't believe it could happen."

Bulma was standing there in front of them as if she materialized out of thin air--a skill she had developed over the years he had known her. Just behind her was Vegeta, glaring down at the floor. Dressed much the same as Goku--except he looked...
Better. Sophisticated. (Angry and hateful too.) Goku had all sorts of naughty thoughts about how he could use Vegeta's tie to his advantage...

"Hey!" Bulma snapped her fingers in front of his face and broke the trail of thoughts. "None of that, mister!"

"Goku!" Chichi admonished.

He resisted a sigh and managed to look like he had been properly chastised, stealing only a sidelong glance at Vegeta who had looked up from hating the floor to see him. To stare at him. But he dropped his eyes before Bulma or Chichi could say anything about it.

"Uh--" This interruption came in the form of his youngest son who inched his way up to the chattering females shyly and fidgeted with his tie.
"Mom... Mr. Hercule is--well, he's trying to help Videl with her dress and Videl is kind of... I don't know, we can't see through the door or anything but Gohan said we better get help or the whole building might fall down or something."

"That man," Chichi mumbled.

"He's an idiot, why do people worship him?" Bulma added. And they were gone. Fluttering off the womanly rescue.

Leaving him and Vegeta standing within grabbing distance of one another. And there weren't that many people milling around this part of the temple. Mostly it was just guests that weren't quite sure why they had been invited.

Vegeta looked at him again, sneered at him. "You look ridiculous."

Goku looked down at his outfit, felt that he probably did look ridiculous in it, he felt a bit ridiculous in it so it would follow that he would appear that way. But Vegeta was dressed almost exactly the same.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I guess I do."

Vegeta inched closer. Not so much that anyone but Goku would have noticed, but then nobody except Goku had been around when Vegeta decided that they ought to start humping one another in the middle of training. So, nobody came with the set of 'horny Vegeta' detectors like his.

"What did the idiot woman do to your hair?"

"Oh...yeah--Chichi said it was too wild for a wedding."

He scratched the back of his head, then flinched because he wasn't supposed to have touched his hair at all--Chichi demanded it. He felt the black spikes loosen from the death hold of the hair gel and stand up straight against his fingers. "Dammit," he cursed.

Vegeta--just for a moment--looked positively thrilled. He sneered again, sighed at his stupidity, and grabbed his hand faster than he could object. "Come on, idiot. Lets go fix your hair."

Goku had the momentary feeling that he had been set up.

Vegeta led them through a thousand different hallways, pulling them farther and farther away from the Temple where the ceremony was supposed to be, until they ended up in a bathroom with three stalls and a huge stone sink. Goku blinked at his reflection in the mirror and opened his mouth to ask how they were supposed to fix his hair if they didn't have any gel, but Vegeta attacked him before he had a chance.
He found himself flat on the floor with double handfuls of specially tailored pants-covered Prince ass. Vegeta was raking his fingers through Goku's hair, loosening all the trapped spikes while his mouth opened and devoured Goku's. His hips were rolling just every so slightly into Goku's stomach, slow and steady, awakening both of them to the possibility of yet more sex.

"Vegeta," he panted when his mouth was released. "I promised Chichi I wouldn't mess up my clothes!"

"So don't," was the reply. Vegeta loosened the tie from his neck, pulled it almost completely apart, then set about opening his shirt. He managed only to pop three buttons off the shirt as Goku wiggled the suit jacket off his shoulders and arms. Vegeta gave up in the middle of his mission to make Goku naked and kissed him again.

Goku rolled them over so he was on top--where he belonged--and settled himself so his hips were right up against Vegeta's, rubbing them together as he felt himself stirring into hardness. His hands plucked at the shirt separating him from Vegeta's skin, tearing buttons off until he got it open around Vegeta's chest and stomach. The collar stayed buttoned as he raked his fingers down the warm skin under him, all the way down to the lean hips flexing up against his.
Visions of naughty uses for their ties returned to him as he leaned back and looked at Vegeta. Grinned at the Prince who was glaring at him--Vegeta was the sort of man that liked to fuck first and share pleasantries afterward. Foreplay was a waste of time.

He pulled Vegeta's tie loose, yanked it over his head and grabbed Vegeta's hand off his chest, and pulled the other up out of his pants. He leaned down, shoved the arms above Vegeta's head, and scooted them closer to the bathroom stalls. He slipped the knotted tie around Vegeta's wrists and tied the two loose parts around the metal rod at the base of the stall.

"Kakarot."

"Don't rip it," Goku mumbled as he bent down to lick Vegeta's chest, tasting the sweat that was pooling on his skin.
"Bulma will have a fit if you do." He grinned up at Vegeta who was glaring at him hatefully. Circled a dusky nipple with his tongue, and then closed his mouth around it. Sucked hard.

His fingers popped the button of Vegeta's pants, and then pushed the zipper down. He slipped his fingers down Vegeta's thighs, pushing the pants out of his way; wiggling so he could pull them completely free from one leg and then pushing them out of his way. He lifted away from Vegeta to look down at his blushing erection, smiled at it stupidly--heard Vegeta sneer rudely at that--then cupped his hand around it.

"Stop playing," Vegeta said.

Goku pouted. Vegeta snarled under his breath--an honestly animal growl if you'd believe such a thing--and Goku sighed. He pulled his shirt off, rolled to the side of Vegeta to kick off his shoes and shove off his pants, tossed all his clothes to the side--except the tie that was still hanging loosely around his neck--and then moved back between Vegeta's thighs. His hands grabbed the prince by the hips, fingers squeezing the nice rounded ass and lifted him up so they were pressed together in Goku's favorite way.

"Pants," Vegeta said.

"I don't want to wear my pants," Goku retorted. It seemed downright unreasonable--
"The lube, moron. It's in my pants," Vegeta snapped. His weight was balancing all on his shoulders now, his fists were wrapped around the metal pipe that he was tied too, and his hips were rocking back against his, making Goku's erection rub all nice and warmly against Vegeta's ass.

"Oh." He wiggled his fingers into the closest pants pocket he could find and plucked the almost empty tube free of its tailored confines. He pulled the top off, threw it over his shoulder, squeezed what was left in the tube into his hand, and then tossed the empty container over his shoulder too. Vegeta watched him as he wrapped his hand around his erection and pumped it, coating himself with the warm oil--warm since it had been sitting right up against Vegeta's hips just moments ago.

"Now, Kakarot."

"Wait," he mumbled.

"Your son is getting married in a few minutes, WAITING is not an option."
Vegeta was a terribly impatient lover. He had thought Chichi was demanding: 'Lay down Goku. Roll over Goku. Stay still Goku--I'm doing the work.'

"Fiiine." He pulled Vegeta up with his unlubed hand, scooted closer on his knees, used his slippery fingers to get himself right against his favorite part of Vegeta's body--and then pushed in. Closed his eyes as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle and deep into Vegeta where everything was warm and snug and wonderful.

Vegeta groaned, wiggled, pressed his knees against Goku's ribs, and squeezed him. His arms were straining not to rip the tie into shreds as he grimaced impatiently. "Kakarot," he said--moaned it--"Untie me."

"No," he said, leaning down, resting his weight on his slippery hand, and watching Vegeta's face as he rolled his hips and pressed in deeper. Vegeta's eyelids fluttered at the move and his stomach clenched down tight. Veins were showing on his arms, and sweat was prickling everywhere on his skin, making him glow in the phosphorescent light of the bathroom. He moved his other hand off Vegeta's hip and braced himself on it, dug his knees into the hard bathroom tile as his hips moved. Rolling lazily against Vegeta, just inching his way in and out, watching Vegeta's face as he did. Watching the growing scowl, the tightening of Vegeta's hands around the metal bar. Tension and need in every line of his body. Goku smirked at him, liked the way it felt to be like this, dominant. Pushing into Vegeta at his pace rather than the frantic way that Vegeta pushed them.

"Kakarot."

"No."

"Fine." And then something cracked. He looked at Vegeta's hands, saw a chunk of the bar he was tied to missing, felt a brief moment of worry that was interrupted by something else crackling--Vegeta shoved him back hard so he landed on the tiles on his back, hands gripping Vegeta's hips instinctively--and then the middle stall behind them collapsed without the support of the bar. Dust flew everywhere, coating the whole bathroom--and him--with chalk. Vegeta wrapped his still bound hands around Goku's tie and yanked him up.

"Idiot." Vegeta curled his legs under him, smirked at him--as the Prince was once more on top--and started to move. He rose and fell fast and hard, beating their hips together rhythmlessly. His hands pulled on the tie around Goku's neck for leverage as he bounced himself.

Goku scratched his hands down the dusty black suit jacket still hanging from Vegeta's shoulders, searching for purchase and finding none as he panted. His body was rushing toward the brilliant white moment of happiness as Vegeta pounded down against him. He pushed back against it; grunting with effort, let his fingers tighten on the nice round ass against him, pulling Vegeta's cheeks apart and letting him drive deeper into his body. There was a stutter in the pace, Vegeta's face contorted into a mask of pleasure--they found their spot--and Goku took advantage of the momentary distraction to claim control of the situation. He pushed Vegeta back down on the floor, lifted the slim hips under him, and sank down so his elbows were supporting him. Covered Vegeta's dusty mouth with his and sucked on him as he moved into him. Cautious at first, searching for the happy spot again.

Vegeta's bound hands looped around his neck as he leaned his head back pulled his legs up around Goku's ribs and wiggled himself into position. He groaned with the first thrust and whimpered at the hard rhythm Goku made. They were slapping together now, clawing at skin and clothes as their hips met brutally. He let his head hang down next to Vegeta's panted in the princely ear as his hips beat down, driving himself deeper and harder into the warmth enveloping him. And Vegeta shivered with every thrust, flexing around him, tightening down, and trying to keep him inside. He felt the leaking wet erection against his stomach and rubbed up and down against it with his thrusts.
Vegeta's hands scratched his neck, his upper back. He whimpered as he drove into Vegeta, trying to slow down, trying to make it last longer than it was, but the Prince wasn't willing to let that happen. He tried to stop it and Vegeta hooked his legs around Goku's hips, brought him back in faster.
He closed his eyes, grabbed Vegeta with both arms, hugging them together as he moved--pistoned into the willing heat that shivered around him- -over and over until he felt himself exploding everywhere inside and out.

Vegeta snarled against his shoulder and worked his hips angrily against Goku's stomach, driving himself until he shook hard and covered Goku with his orgasm. They fell to the dusty floor, panting and smiling stupidly.
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"Dad!" Gohan stood back and looked at his father. At the dust in his hair and all over his face--at the bruised lips, the wrinkled clothes, the odd smell, and the tie that had been twisted in the shape of fist and ripped ever so slightly. His shirt was missing buttons and his pants were sagging because of the busted zipper.

"What happened to you?"

"Vegeta!" Bulma screeched.

Vegeta grinned. His own shirt was split down the middle, except the collar, his pants were buttoned--but they were sitting on his hips appropriately--there were bruises on his stomach, a hickey around one of his nipples, his lips were bruised as well and his tie was hanging from his left fist.

"It was a planetary threat, son," Goku said. He said it deadpan with a straight face.

"Planetary threat?" Gohan repeated.

"A very important one," Goku added.

Chichi groaned and hid her face off to the side of the crowd.

"It had to be handled immediately," he added. "It was a very demanding threat."

"Oh." Gohan looked confused. But he was a smart kid, he probably would never figure out they had just been fucking in an abandoned bathroom.

"So," Goku said--assuming the crisis had been handled and everyone spontaneously decided not to care about the state of their clothes. "Ready to get married?"
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Goku: *Pleased* 
Vegeta: *amused* 
Chichi: *wielding frying pan*