Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

A/N: I wanted to write Goku/Vegeta porn and so I did. Goku is probably a bit OOC in this.

As a warning, there's a bit of Vegeta/Bulma on the side, as its necessary. If you hate Bulma or you're expecting copious amounts of Bulma bashing, you came to the wrong fanfic. But you can just skim to the porn if you want to avoid it.

There are some potential timeline issues. Since Bulma refers to Vegeta as her spouse but the wedding is never revealed, its hard to point out where (or even if) the two got married in the canon.

Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

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Vegeta rolled his shoulders uncomfortably.

Damn Earthlings and their stupid clothing, he thought, glowering. He swore that the jacket fit better the last time he had tried it on. Sure, it was difficult to tailor a jacket to someone of his short stature but with biceps large enough to chokehold a wild animal—but the Woman claimed that she had picked "a professional".

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Professional, his ass. He still didn't understand why he couldn't just get married in his armor.

The whole thing was silly, really. It wasn’t as if marriage was a new concept to the Prince—marriage was a tradition practiced even on Vegetasei, although the customs were still entirely different. For one, they didn’t wear uncomfortable clothing like tuxedos. Secondly, it wasn’t a huge ceremony like it was on Earth, it was small and private. There were no giant decorations or bouquets or altars or anything like that.

Vegeta sighed heavily. Not to mention, the view on marriage was completely different. He tightened his tie and started to make his way downstairs, his mind drifting back to when this whole thing was arranged.



“You’re serious?”

“Is this a game, Woman? Why bother to ask questions if you’re not going to believe my answer?”

“Oh, its not that I don’t believe you, its just that I’m surprised,” Bulma had said, blinking. “I didn’t actually expect you to agree.”

“Could you be any less enthusiastic?” Vegeta asked, his expression souring. Bulma smiled, which only made the prince feel more embarrassed. Damn this woman and her mind games.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally excited,” she said, wrapping her arms around Vegeta’s shoulders—a broad grin on her face. She kissed Vegeta’s cheek, causing a faint blush. Bulma’s eyes seemed to light up in glee. “Its finally happening. I’m finally getting married! I’m already excited thinking about it. Aren’t you?”

Vegeta’s expression seemed concerned for a moment. Bulma pulled away, a serious expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Bulma crossed her arms. “You’re not thinking of taking it back already, are you? You just told me yes!”

“That’s not it,” Vegeta said, frowning. “Its just, I don’t really understand how marriage works on Earth.”

“You mean the wedding? I can explain that while we’re making actual plans.”

Something still egged at Vegeta—Bulma could tell by looking at his tight expression.

“On Earth, marriage means making a commitment to one person for the rest of your life,” Bulma explained. “Its the ultimate expression of love.”

Already, that was incredibly different from what marriage was on Planet Vegeta. Vegeta seemed puzzled.

“So on Earth, getting married is a romantic thing?”

“For the most part, yes. Its very romantic. Some people will marry for other reasons, but most people marry for love.” Her eyes practically sparkled as she said it.

“And on Earth, you spend the rest of your life with the person you marry?”

“For the most part, yes. Some people will cancel the marriage and get divorced, but the point of marriage is that you intend to spend the rest of your life with that person.”

“On Earth, you only marry once, and get married to one person?”

“That’s usually the ideal case, yes. As I said, some people may get divorced, or remarry after they’re widowed. Some countries allow multiple marriages. But for the most part, its a commitment and a promise to be with one person until the other dies."

Vegeta pondered over this. Humans lived such long lives, compared to Saiyans that were usually killed off before they lived a full life. He couldn't even imagine spending so much time with one person.

"That being said..." Bulma said, recapturing Vegeta's attention. "You need to make me a promise."

Vegeta looked at her. "Promise?"

Bulma took a deep breath, looking a bit troubled. After she composed herself, she looked at Vegeta with a serious expression.

"You can't sleep around with Son anymore."

Vegeta blinked.

Then his face turned red.

"W... what the hell are you talking about?!"

"You are such a terrible liar," Bulma sighed, rolling her eyes.

"You have no idea what you're talking about—"

"Vegeta, I'm not stupid," she interrupted, her face a dark red. Her eyes screamed livid—an expression Vegeta usually found in his enemy, not his fiancé, and it scared him all the same. "I know what you two are up to when you go in the gravity room, and it sure as hell isn't training."

"Feh," Vegeta scoffed. "What else would we be doing?"

Bulma's eyes narrowed, making Vegeta feel completely foolish. Not wanting to argue the little things, Bulma moved on, "Vegeta, honestly, I don't care about who you are or aren't sleeping with. I'm too old to worry about those things—I have my job and Trunks. And I know deep down, you care about our family—and that's enough for me. But once we get married, things will be different. It's not that I necessarily mind, it's just that I don't want to gain a reputation of having a cheating husband. So promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"Promise me you won't sleep around. Marriage is a commitment. Even a Saiyan can hold up to a promise, right?"

Even a Saiyan can hold up a promise, right?

Well, when she said it like that, it almost felt like a challenge...



"Are you nervous?"

Vegeta looked down, his son standing by his side. The boy was dressed in a matching suit—he had insisted on being Vegeta's best man.

Whatever that meant.

"Hardly," Vegeta said with a scoff. Trunks nodded.

"I figured as much," he said. He tugged at Vegeta's jacket, and Vegeta had to resist scolding him—if anything happened to the coat, he was sure that his bride would freak out. "The guests have already started coming in. Let's go say hello."

The boy ran off without him. Vegeta sighed heavily, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The ceremony was going to take place out in Capsule Corp.'s garden—it was going to be an extravagant, but small, ceremony. Vegeta met up with Trunks right at the front doorstep, where familiar guests were beginning to pile in.

Krillin was one of the first people to arrive—bringing his wife and daughter with him, along with the turtle hermit and the pig.

"Hey Vegeta. Looking sharp," Krillin commented, grinning. The short fighter was still wonderfully amused by the situation—he never expected the proud Saiyan would get hitched, and he felt the incessant need to remind Vegeta everytime he saw him leading up to the wedding.

"Hnn."

"Where should we put the gifts?"

"Mom wants them on the table in the courtyard. I'll show you," Trunks piped up. Android 18 held Marron's hand as the two followed Trunks. Once they were out of earshot, Krillin and Roshi both grinned.

"Master Roshi and I will have to give our gift later—we got you and Bulma something for your honeymoon," Krillin said, winking.

"You two are an embarrassment," Vegeta snapped before he left.

"He'll thank us later," Roshi said, chuckling. He wiped his nose.

Soon, lots of people came piling in—slowly filling up the courtyard. Some of the guests were friends with the Briefs family, but Vegeta still recognized quite a few people. All of the folks from Kami's lookout and Korin's tower came, as well as Tienshinhan and Chaiotzu, Yamcha and Puar, and many others.

Vegeta kept his distance for the most part. He wished that the Woman hadn't insisted on hiding from him before the ceremony—she had some ridiculous excuse involving her dress and bad luck or whatever—because he was admittedly getting a bit uncomfortable. In social situations like this, he normally clung to her. Instead, he found himself following Trunks around.

As the ceremony drew closer, a batch of new visitors arrived. Trunks noticed them first, his eyes lighting up.

"Goten!"

Like that, his son was a purple flash, disappearing—leaving Vegeta alone and without a social safety blanket. He looked over as the Son family arrived, Chichi quickly warning her youngest son to not roughhouse for the sake of his outfit. Gohan had arrived with, what Vegeta believed, was his girlfriend—Mr. Satan's daughter, Videl.

As for Goku, he trailed behind them, stuck with carrying all of the presents. Vegeta immediately bristled at the sight of him, Bulma's words echoing in the back of his head.

Vegeta, I'm not stupid. I know what you two are up to when you go in the gravity room...

Indeed she wasn't. Vegeta couldn't put a single word to describe his relationship with other Saiyan—at times, he truly believed he hated him. At other times, well... that's what the gravity room was for.

Vegeta felt his face flare, the memories coming back to him. The affair had gone on for quite awhile, ever since the Saiyan returned from the dead, and he hadn't faced him since he had promised Bulma that he would end it.

Avoiding him was intentional.

For some reason, just seeing him frustrated him. Goku was being his usual giddy, stupid self—chatting happily with the people who passed him—and Vegeta just felt irritated watching it.

What the hell is he even wearing? Vegeta narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. Goku was dressed in more traditional clothing—it was definitely far more formal than his usual orange eyesore of a uniform, but it also looked worlds more comfortable than the suit Vegeta was stuck wearing. It seemed as though his family was also dressed similarly. So he doesn't have to wear a stupid jacket but I do?

Vegeta gritted his teeth.

But through his rage, he noticed that the colors really complemented his eyes well, and the collar of his shirt was particularly attractive—especially the way it traced around his neck and Adam's apple, and then there was that strong jawline and beautiful lips and—

No! He looks stupid! Vegeta thought fervently, looking away. His hand trembled as he clenched his hand into a fist. He had to get this stupid wedding over with. And first chance he'd get, he would tell Kakarot that it was done.

Everyone had arrived on time and took their seats. Vegeta waited patiently at the altar. When the music started, Bulma finally appeared. When she showed up, Vegeta suddenly understood why she had made such a big deal about her dress.

Even though humans and their fashion sense never made sense to Vegeta, he had to admit that she looked stunning. It wasn't just her dress, it was everything—the hair, the shoes, the makeup... She looked perfect.

When she arrived at the altar, she looked at Vegeta, a giddy expression on her face. Even though he tried to put up a tough front, and the whole day had him on the tip of his final straw, her excitement was contagious—and he had to look away to hide his smirk.

They exchanged vows and rings—Bulma teared up a bit, even though Vegeta had little to say—and with a kiss, the ceremony was complete, and they were husband and wife. Even though Vegeta hadn't expected much out of the wedding, he definitely felt like something had changed once they faced the cheering crowd.

But the wedding wasn't over yet. The crowd of people began to move to a separate part of the gardens, where the reception was being held. Vegeta was about to follow the crowd when he noticed Bulma was shuffling off in a separate direction.

"Where are you going?" Vegeta demanded.

"I'm changing for the reception," Bulma said as if it were obvious. Vegeta blinked in surprise.

"We're changing?" he asked, trying not to sound too excited. He could already imagine the sweet relief of putting on his elasticized armor...

"I'm changing," Bulma corrected. Vegeta growled to himself. "Vegeta, you still need to look good for the reception. I'm just changing shoes and taking off my veil. If you want to remove your jacket, you can—but make sure you hang it up."

Vegeta crossed his arms, clearly unsatisfied, but Bulma was too happy to be dissuaded by his pouting. She kissed him on the cheek, causing him to redden slightly, and giggled at the reaction before running back into the building.

Vegeta sighed heavily to himself. There was no way he was facing that crowd alone. He decided to follow his newly wedded wife's advice and went to change out of his jacket.

He headed toward the guest room since Bulma had quarantined the master bedroom earlier. He had just finished closing the door and was ready to tug off his jacket when a flash of color suddenly appeared in his peripherals.

Vegeta nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Damn you, Kakarot!" Vegeta snapped. No matter how many times he witnessed it in battle, Goku's teleportation technique always caught him off guard. Goku knew it too—and grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry Vegeta. I wasn't sure where you were."

Vegeta gritted his teeth, suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge to punch Goku's teeth out. He restrained himself—it could wait until after the wedding. Causing a commotion would only upset the guests—and, more importantly, Bulma.

"What the hell do you want?!" Vegeta demanded.

"I wanted to congratulate you," Goku said. He lifted up a wrapped present by its giant bow. "Also I have a delivery from Roshi and Krillin."

"I don't want to touch anything that's been in the hands of that old pervert and his shrunken lackey!" Vegeta snapped. Goku shrugged, setting it on an end table. Vegeta seethed, wanting nothing more than for Goku to disappear. He reminded himself that he wasn't going to let some lower-class Saiyan destroy his ceremonial day. Settling back to doing what he came to do, Vegeta disappeared into the corner of the room and began to loosen his tie.

"Hey... are you mad at me?"

Vegeta heard the low whisper at close proximity—feeling Goku's breath touch the back of his ear. He saw the shadows over him and felt Goku's ki behind him. In an instant, Vegeta's face was burning. First because he was flustered, second because he was ready to go on the defensive.

He flipped around, pointing an accusing finger at Goku.

"You! Out! For good!"

Goku scratched his head.

"What? What did I do?"

Vegeta crossed his arms, his determination coming back to him. He was putting a stop to this once and for all.

"Unless it concerns me kicking your ass during a sparring match, I don't want you near me or touching me. Not today, not ever."

"I don't get it. What's the big deal? You never cared before," Goku said, pouting like a child.

"That was different—I'm married now," Vegeta quipped, before stopping himself.

Come to think of it, wasn't Goku married to that dark-haired woman this entire time? Vegeta's face reddened.

Suddenly he turned to Goku with a renewed fury and yelled, "Just because fidelity doesn't mean anything to you, half-wit, that doesn't mean I have to play by your morals!"

"Well, to be fair, Vegeta," Goku said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't think you had morals. You were trying to destroy Earth when we first met, after all."

The blush darkened.

"Stop trying to be clever, lower-class imbecile!"

"I still don't get what the big deal is," Goku said, shrugging. "Bulma never cared before—why would she care now?"

"I—wait, how would you know anything about that? What makes you think you know how she feels?" Vegeta frowned.

"Because we've talked about it before," Goku replied, as though it was no big deal. Vegeta was flabbergasted. The Woman acted like she had figured it out—but in truth, the two had been talking about it behind his back the whole time.

After he had died, he promised he would try to become a better person. Now, he just wanted to kill them both and be done with the trouble.

"She—she's the one that—gah! Nevermind that! I hate both of you," Vegeta spat. Goku chuckled warmly until Vegeta shot him an angry look. Goku coughed uncomfortably and moved in closer.

"Hey, if it really bothers you that much, I'll back off."

Vegeta growled lowly to himself. What was Kakarot thinking, saying that when he was already standing so close to him? His ears tinged red, Vegeta decided that the last thing he wanted was Goku to be any further.

"I mean, I really want you to be happy, Vegeta—so if you want, I—"

"Just shut up," Vegeta said with an exasperated sigh. When Goku opened his mouth to protest, the shorter Saiyan forcefully pulled him closer, stealing a kiss.

It had been so long since Vegeta had seen—much less touched—the other Saiyan, that the kiss almost felt like he was experiencing something new. The prince could feel his heart racing excitedly and his body burned at the touch.

When they pulled away, the shock was evident in Goku's face.

"So... does this mean—?"

"For the record, I'm doing this because I want to, and I can quit you anytime I want. And it doesn't count as breaking a promise because I don't take orders from anyone."

Goku already found a dozen flaws in Vegeta's reasoning, but with a small smile, he just nodded.

The nod of acknowledgment was all Vegeta needed to continue. Grabbing Goku by the collar, he pulled him in again, kissing him almost forcefully. Goku kissed back, and Vegeta was soon reminded of what he had been missing in their weeks of separation.

Every time their lips brushed together, Vegeta felt like his lips tingled at the sensation. There was something about kissing Goku that was entirely unique. The chemistry between them was almost electrifying, and soon he wanted more—he wanted to taste his old rival, to suck on his bottom lip and brush against his tongue. But with every fervent movement, Goku seemed to grow more and more agonizingly slow.

It was like always like this—Vegeta could be content with ripping off their clothes at the get-go, but Goku was never satisfied with a quick fuck. He wanted it all—to give each other a little bit of themselves, bit by bit, to the point of writhing, before finally giving in. Vegeta never understood it, and after weeks of not touching him, he had little patience for it now.

He leaned against Goku, pushing against him until they both landed on the neatly made guest bed. Vegeta crawled on top of him, undoing the frogs on Goku's jacket, when Goku finally stopped him—grabbing him by the wrist.

Vegeta’s expression fell flat. How did he know this was going to happen?

"Stop being a tease and take off your stupid fucking clothes," Vegeta growled impatiently. Goku seemed to sulk.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Its been weeks."

Before Vegeta could protest, Goku sat up. Their bodies shifted naturally, Vegeta practically sitting in Goku's lap. Goku began to slowly loosen Vegeta's tie—tugging at it until it was just enough to hang around his neck without untying. Then Goku undid the first few buttons of Vegeta's shirt, revealing the skin beneath.

Vegeta sighed contentedly as the feel of Goku kissing his neck—the kisses were light, feathering, and Vegeta found himself arching into the touch. Goku's hands began to slip underneath the edges of Vegeta's jacket and that was when the prince pulled away.

"Wait, I'll do it. I have to be careful with this stupid thing," Vegeta cut in. Goku almost laughed—Vegeta was hardly ever 'careful'.

"I wore a suit at my wedding," Goku said. Vegeta looked at him curiously—he had expected the man to have worn something similar to what he was wearing now. Suddenly the taller Saiyan grinned. "I hated it too."

Vegeta said nothing but seemed pleased with Goku's words. He slipped the jacket from his shoulders and gently placed it on the ground next to him. Suddenly Goku captured his lips in a kiss once again, and when he pulled away, he whispered, "It looks nicer on you, though."

Vegeta just grunted in response, averting his eyes. Another thing that needed mention—the larger Saiyan was overly-sentimental. Though, on occasion, Vegeta didn’t mind.

He began to pull at his tie, ready to undress, when an alarmed expression crossed Goku’s face.

“You don’t have to take that off,” he said.

Vegeta blinked in surprise at the strange request. "Why? It'll get in the way."

Goku just rubbed the back of his neck, giving Vegeta a sheepish look. "Well, if its uncomfortable, you can take it off—"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, noting Goku's backtracking as odd. Goku tried to put up a front but Vegeta saw right through it.

"What, do you have some sort of suit fetish?"

"What? Its not a fetish," Goku responded quickly, frowning. Vegeta eyed him challengingly, noting the other Saiyan was being unusually defensive. "It just looks nice, is all."

"Fetish," Vegeta insisted, his tone final as if everything had been confirmed. Goku’s expression grew sour and Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk. Teasing him was too fun—but in the end, if that was what he really wanted, Vegeta would keep the shirt and tie on. As for the rest of his clothes...

Vegeta shifted in Goku's lap, moving his hips so their clothed erections brushed against one another. Goku groaned lightly at the sensation—admittedly, he had been excited to see Vegeta all day, and once he found an opportunity to be alone with him, his excitement soared even higher. His erection was already straining against the front of his pants, and even though Vegeta's grinding hips only offered the slightest touch through their clothes, Goku found his heart racing faster and faster.

With a groan, Goku pulled away and flipped Vegeta around onto the mattress. Vegeta watched, his arousal growing, as Goku undid and pulled on the other's garments, stripping him from the waist down. Goku saw Vegeta's stiff erection and grew harder at the sight alone.

Goku finally pulled off his own shirt, throwing it aside with not even half of the care Vegeta did with his. He lowered his face closer to Vegeta's body, kissing lightly at Vegeta's erection. His lips soft and tongue like velvet, Vegeta felt like he was being cared for by paradise personified. Vegeta found himself moaning at the long, languid kisses and licks across his erection, and he could have screamed when Goku swallowed the tip of his cock.

"Goddamnit Kakarot, stop teasing," Vegeta hissed as Goku alternated between sucking on the head and kissing along the base. Vegeta's cock, flushed and hard, practically twitched under the ministrations, and Vegeta found his hand trembling and twisting in the sheets as he resisted the urge to fuck that pretty mouth.

Goku was hardly moved by Vegeta's harsh words, but he was beginning to lose patience himself, so he began to take the cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. His lips hummed as he moaned, turned on by the way Vegeta's member seemed to fill his mouth. His cock only grew harder as he heard Vegeta groan and twist at the pleasure he was receiving—no matter what, seeing his partner in pleasure was always what turned Goku on the most.

He loved to see the flushed face, the beads of sweat, to hear his panting. Vegeta also gave the most delicious expression when he was in pleasure, and Goku watched him as he sunk his mouth deeper onto Vegeta's cock.

Vegeta shuddered at the pair of eyes looking up at him, the mouth stuffed to the brim with with his dick, the site alone filthy and erotic. Unable to resist the feel of Goku's hot, wet, wonderful mouth any longer, he placed his hand on the back of the other Saiyan's head, bobbing the other up and down his dick.

Goku could have resisted but this time, he didn't. He normally didn't approve when Vegeta got impatient and tried to fuck his mouth, but he figured it was fine this time around. Vegeta, realizing that he was going to get away with it, groaned as he shoved his dick repeatedly into Goku's pliant mouth.

He hissed between his teeth, the pleasures crawling up his body as his cock plunged into repeated heat. He cried out, fingers sinking into dark hair, clutching almost violently, as he thrusted into the other. When his body was burning and shivering, when his toes and muscles began to clench, he knew he was getting close—and Goku knew it too.

Not wanting the prince to finish just yet, Goku escaped Vegeta's tight grip and pulled off of his member. Goku wiped his mouth as Vegeta panted, the disappointment clear in his eyes. For a moment, Vegeta had naively believed that he was going to be able to continue until he spilt his seed in the inside of his rival's mouth.

Goku took off the rest of his clothes, and even after all the times he had seen it, Vegeta's face still flushed at the site of Goku's naked body. As much as he hated to admit it, Goku was built like a God, and if Vegeta wasn't so confident and proud of his own appearance, he might have been jealous. Goku was heavily built, from his large pecs to his hard eight-pack, and his skin was gorgeously tanned from the summer. Along with it, he had the perfectly sized cock.

It had been so long that Vegeta wanted to throw Goku down that instant, to drag his tongue and taste that sunkissed skin, to feel the hard contours of his muscles—but he resisted. Vegeta reached for the dresser sitting next to the bed, knowing that Bulma always had an assortment of stuff sitting there for the guests, including a bottle of lotion.

It was hardly ideal but Vegeta didn't have time for perfection, and he was sure he'd be getting something close to it anyways—with or without lube. Goku crawled closer to him, taking the bottle from him as he kissed him deeply. Vegeta heard the bottle snap open and shivered in anticipation, his cock painfully hard.

Goku reached underneath him, and Vegeta felt the cool, slick fingers brush against his entrance before slipping in. Vegeta winced at the feel of being penetrated but was soon arching his back at the feeling. Fuck, how he missed this.

Goku twisted his fingers further inside, stretching Vegeta, before thrusting them in repeatedly. Vegeta practically growled against his lips, kissing with more vigor, grazing his teeth against his bottom lip. He wanted more, and when Goku inserted another finger, he wanted more still.

Vegeta's body was practically on fire at the feeling of being stretched around those digits, and he craved the feeling of those fingers brushing against him from the inside. But it wasn't enough—he needed Goku to fuck him, and he wasn't going to wait on the other's habit of overpreparing him.

He pulled himself out of Goku's grasp, flipping their positions on the bed so that he was one hovering above instead. Vegeta angled himself properly over Goku's erection, spitting into his hand and lathering the cock before holding it in place. Goku was so turned on he didn't resist, even though they didn't spend nearly enough time as he would have liked preparing.

Vegeta slowly sank onto Goku’s cock, and the larger Saiyan cried out loud when the head of cock disappeared inside. Vegeta moved further, taking more and more of the larger shaft inside of him with practiced ease, wincing slightly at the feeling of the hot, thick member inside of him.

Goku was panting and moaning, a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead, by the time Vegeta was fully seated. Vegeta waited for a moment, trying to adjust, before slowly moving.

Vegeta's breath hitched at the feel of Goku's cock pressing into him, filling him inch by inch. The lack of preparation caused a bit of pain, but the Saiyan prince was well accustomed to pain, and didn't mind the hot friction of the member inside of him, nor the crude way his entrance stretched around the thick intrusion. In fact, he craved it—loving the way Goku seemed to violate him with every movement.

Vegeta moved at a controlled pace, moving with the speed and vigor that he desired. Goku looked down between their bodies, moaning as he watched the way Vegeta sank onto his cock each and every time—his tight, hot hole swallowing the entirety of his cock each time.

Holding onto Vegeta's hips, Goku angled himself where it felt best, and began to move back in time with Vegeta's movements—both Saiyans meeting each other, thrust for thrust. Their sounds of pleasure seemed to sync together, their passion matching in perfect synergy.

Together, they moved faster—and Vegeta began to shudder in pleasure as Goku fucked him. The sight was highly erotic and Goku gritted his teeth, feeling himself more turned on than ever.

"Fuck," Goku hissed to himself. Unable to hold back any longer, Goku pulled Vegeta off of his cock. Before the prince could scold him, Goku lined up behind him and began to re-enter.

Goku pushed Vegeta into the mattress as he pushed into him all the way. Vegeta's body snapped into position when Goku suddenly reached for the tie still hanging around his neck, pulling it up violently. The tie tightened around Vegeta's neck, his head craning at an almost painful angle. Vegeta hissed through his teeth, not used to this side of his partner, but oh so ready for it.

"Fuck yes," he breathed as Goku thrusted into him harder, moaning with renewed passion as he was fucked almost senselessly. Goku could barely hear Vegeta's words, practically lost in a lust-filled haze, fucking Vegeta at a pace that only they, as Saiyans, could get away with.

Vegeta's back arched as Goku began to thrust into something glorious—tremors moved throughout his body as pleasure rushed in waves across his body. Vegeta made sounds that even he was unaware that he could make—somewhere lost between a moan and whine.

"You sound like you're enjoying yourself," Goku said. There was an unrecognizable tone in his voice—something dark and husky. Vegeta, lost in pleasure, couldn't come up with a comprehensible response, but the animalistic side of Goku was definitely turning him on. Goku pulled tighter on the tie, bringing his lips closer to Vegeta's ear, speaking in almost a whisper: "I wonder if your new wife will be able to make you feel this good."

"Fuck, Kakarot," Vegeta gasped, ignoring the way the fabric of his tie dug into his throat as he spoke. He wasn't going to be able to take much more—Goku's vigorous thrusting against his pleasure spot, along his heedy words, was quickly pushing Vegeta over the edge.

"You need this, don't you?" Goku said, pushing into Vegeta for emphasis. The words spilled forth without him meaning to, lost in the passion of the moment. Vegeta's ears practically burned red.

"Yes—I need it," Vegeta breathed. Fuck, did he need it. He couldn't imagine if Goku stopped, with him so close to the edge. His climax was rising, the heat in his loins growing, and Vegeta clenched his eyes shut in anticipation.

Not used to see the proud Saiyan being so blunt, Goku was wildly turned on too, his body shivering at Vegeta's response. Vegeta could tell that Goku was close—he thought he was ready for it, but somewhere along the line his logic returned to him. Quickly he pushed Goku off of him, to which the larger Saiyan blinked dumbly at him.

Before Goku could voice his protests, Vegeta began to stroke his cock. The new speed quickly pushed Goku over the edge and he spilt his seed over Vegeta's hand at the mattress. Vegeta stroked his own member simultaneously, finishing soon after.

Once the two had caught their breaths and cleaned up, Goku asked, "Why did you stop?"

"Because of the wedding reception. I don't have time to clean up for it," Vegeta said. He moved to adjust his tie when he noticed that the fabric had a rip and was fraying. Vegeta's expression soured. They had both gotten carried away, but he blamed it on Kakarot.

He threw the tie away and tried to think of an excuse as they got dressed. Goku finished first and picked up the present he had brought up.

"What do you suppose is in this? Must be pretty important if you can't open it in front of everyone else," Goku said, turning the package around in his hands idly. He shook the box to get a guess of what it was but the noises were too muffled.

"A gift from two perverts. What do you think?"

"I'm curious," Goku said, looking toward Vegeta for approval. Vegeta shrugged.

"Go ahead."

The box ripped open without hesitation. The top of the box was lined with several flimsy things. Goku pulled out one in particular, stretching the waistband of what looked like an oddly cut speedo.

"I'll burn it all," Vegeta said, his face flaring. Goku laughed and set it aside, along with a red lingerie set built in his wife's size. Except that.

Past the layers of lingerie and costumes were movies, lubricants (which would have been helpful earlier), ropes and cuffs, and so on. Vegeta grumbled the entire time, though his face grew redder with each item.

Goku pulled out a vibrator from the box, practically giggling like a teenager at the sight.

"Do you suppose this is for you or for Bulma?" Goku asked with a wink.

"Shut your fucking face," Vegeta quipped, though his face was already burning as he played through the possibilities in his mind. Suddenly, as if on cue, some music started playing outside. Shit, the reception.

Vegeta quickly grabbed his damned coat and had little time to adjust or fix the rest of his appearance. Once they were finished, Goku sped things up a little more and transmitted them both to the grounds.

When they landed, food had already been passed out, and his wife was getting ready to be seated at the head table. The faces in the crowd turned toward Vegeta's arrival and a couple people cheered. Bulma's mother took her champagne glass and started clinking her spoon against it, and many people followed after her.

"What are they doing?" Vegeta whispered to Goku.

"You have to kiss the bride."

"I already did."

"No, every time the crowd clinks their glasses, you have to kiss your bride."

"Stupid Earthlings and their fucking theatrics—I can kiss her whenever I damn well please, they don't—"

Goku ignored him, shoving him a step forward towards the head table. Vegeta would have punched him right then and there but Bulma turned toward his direction suddenly, her eyes waiting. He sighed and jogged up to the table.

The kiss brought cheers to the whole crowd.

"They're serving the cake right away. We have to cut it," Bulma said before he sat down. She led him to the table with the giant cake and grabbed the knife which was decorated with a ribbon. She looked at him suddenly, "What were you and Son doing?"

"He was delivering something to me," he said, careful not to stammer. It was the truth but everything else after it had been a broken promise, and that made him nervous. Bulma took his hands with hers and they clenched the knife together. She looked at him and did a double-take.

"Where'd your tie go?" she asked, blinking. A dark blush spread across Vegeta's features. Bulma's eyes narrowed in suspicion when the Saiyan didn't answer her right away. "Where'd your tie go?"

As Bulma's eyes traveled downward, she noticed some dust on Vegeta's jacket. She frowned.

"And what happened to your jacket? I thought I told you to hang it up?"

Vegeta opened his mouth to respond but no witty excuse escaped his lips. A flicker of realization flashed in the woman's blue eyes. Soon, her eyes narrowed into a glare.

Vegeta was too strong to feel pain by human hands. Still, he could sense that Bulma's grip had tightened over his.

"Seriously, Vegeta?" she hissed, quiet enough that only he could hear. The Saiyan Prince could have sworn he saw her eye twitch. "You couldn't even make it to the fucking reception?"

Vegeta wearily stared at his trembling bride and the crowd around him. He knew it wasn't the time to argue—the Earth woman would be screaming at him in front of all these guests if he didn't choose his words carefully. Still, it wasn't in his blood to back down from a fight.

"It's not my fault," he hissed back. "He pushed himself onto me." Unable to resist, he also added, "Also, great job lying. Kakarot told me all about your little gossip club."

"Damnit, Vegeta!" Bulma said, ignoring his jab. "It's our fucking wedding day. I'm not sharing you—especially with him!"

Vegeta noticed a few of the faces in the crowd grow confused. He was the first to press down on the knife, and the crowd clapped as the cake was cut.

Bulma handed Vegeta his piece, and she took her own. As they reached up to feed each other their pieces, Bulma closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, they were composed, and a smile crossed her features.

"It's okay. I'll just punish you during the honeymoon."

Vegeta suddenly remembered something. The Earth expression went, You can't have your cake and eat it too.

He smiled to himself. What do Earthlings know anyways? Sometimes, you can have your cake and eat it too.

And it tasted delicious.