Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

Goku awoke to the feeling of soft lips against his own. They stayed a moment, then moved on, damply exploring the line of his jaw before embracing the lobe of his ear and pausing to suckle. He was unable to keep a low moan from escaping, and the mouth left him.

His eyes fluttered open.

A cursory glance told him that he was in a room of sorts. There was a ceiling, but only walls on one side. A rail breached the gap between thin columns on the other sides. Water moved nearby in slow, lapping waves. Was it a porch, maybe? A hard surface was at his back, but he hardly felt it. He'd been smashed through mountains before, after all. A million stars shone in the night sky beyond.

And the darkest, most astonishing eyes were on him now. Deep, wise, and sardonic, they took his breath away.

Vejiita.

His enemy. His rival. His lover. His prince. All of these things, and more. Always pushing him. Always challenging him. Always making him become more than he had been.

They had been together, one way or another, for most of his life, but he felt like he had never seen him before. He didn't need more than starlight to see the perfection of tanned skin over hard muscles, wild saiyajin hair, or the elegant arrogance in his expression. The prince sat next to him, one hand resting on his chest with casual and yet complete possessiveness.

Bare skin. A lithe and lean body. Strong hands. Narrow hips. A delectable ass. Legs that would twine with his own, bringing their bodies closer, rubbing hard erections against chiseled abs.

Goku licked his lips, all thoughts of where they were now and why scattering from his head. He could care less. Something had happened in the forest, but he wasn't all that interested in that, either. Another thought had occurred to him, one that made his eyes narrow and his tail switch back and forth as he sat up to look Vejiita in the eye.

He had never been on top.

It was a simple thing, but it had never happened. The question of dominance hadn't really occurred to him when they were making love before, nor had he ever really wondered why Vejiita was always the one sliding into his body. Pleasure was pleasure, after all, and both of them were happy.

Except that his prince was delicious to taste and smell and touch, and Goku was completely certain that he'd be just as delectable to fuck. And somehow, that mattered now.

"Vejiita," he murmured huskily, nuzzling at the tender flesh of a royal throat. Teeth nipped and a tongue apologized in their wake as he ran a hand along a sleek thigh. Suckling at Vejiita's earlobe for a moment, he pressed his teeth around it, leaving a mark, and then whispered into his lover's ear. "I want you. Now."

His tail looped around and behind a knee, tugging as his arms slid around Vejiita's waist. He leaned forward, taking a willing mouth in a passionate, distracting kiss as he eased the prince onto his back. He smiled into the kiss, his tongue playing with another, as he felt strong legs spread wide for him. Pressing his cock against a hard belly, he slid backwards, meaning to make this fast and hard, everything a saiyajin prince could want. Warm flesh and wonderful smells and a sweet taste flooded his senses, and he moved to take what he had always wanted...

"No."

Something hard and unforgiving slammed into his back all at once, and he found himself staring at the ceiling again. The building creaked ominously under the impact.

A weight settled on him, and he found himself look up at Vejiita again. The saiyajin no ouji ran a finger down his chest to the tip of his cock, and smirked. "Mine. I've already told you. You're on fire and fucking me is all you can think about, but that doesn't change what happened. You are mine, Kakkarot."

With that the prince leaned down and kissed him. It was a perfectly obscene kiss, a matter of thrusting tongues and relentless mouths, and as far as Goku was concerned, damned near perfect. He struggled, and the two of them thrashed across the floor, fighting to be on top but unwilling to break that kiss.

It was a losing battle. He felt his prior aggression melting under the assault, and a rumbling purr began in his chest. His tail softly brushed back and forth across the ouji's back, moving now and then to slide over perfect curves. He wrapped his arms around Vejiita's shoulders and offered himself up into the kiss, just like that.

Vejiita moved away after a few minutes or hours, breaking their kiss. Kneeling, he spread his knees wide, his erection prominent, and ran his hands down his chest, splaying his fingers to trace the curves of his abdomen before resting his hand on his thighs.

It was a display of offered delights. The price was made clear in the sharp and unwavering gaze the prince fixed on his only subject.

Mine.

Goku smiled. He would pay any price to be with Vejiita, and this was no price at all.

He rolled over and moved close, nuzzling warm thighs farther apart. He kissed and licked his way up, then returned to suck hard at the softer skin of the inner thigh, leaving a small bruise on each one. He let his nose run across dark curls, scenting sweat and lust, and then ghosted his lips up the length of Vejiita's cock.

Two sets of fingers wove their way through his hair, taking possession of him and the act that was to follow. He didn't mind. He scarcely noticed, so focused was he on the task of pleasure.

Vejiita's eyes fixed on that swaying, hypnotic tail as his hardness disappeared into divine heat. Then there were tiny, sweet kisses here and there, always where the sensitive nerves could translate that touch into lightning. There were long, wet licks from the root to the tip, as if in encouragement. The soft and vulnerable head was suckled, with a devilish tongue finding every delicate spot as Vejiita moaned and purred in quiet appreciation. It was an art form, as those who've truly given and received it know, and Goku was a master.

The prince's eyes nearly closed with bliss as he was wholly engulfed, the head of his cock rubbing the back of Goku's throat. Then the devil between his legs began to purr and that, combined with the sight of that delicious ass waving its tail in the air like a banner of lust, brought him over the edge. He held Goku to the task of drinking him down, though it was hardly necessary; the younger saiyajin took every last drop and swallowed it, licking the corners of his mouth afterwards to gather the very last of his essence.

Goku grinned up at his prince afterwards, his tail twitching lazily back and forth, looking very much like a cat which had caught his prey.

It remained to be seen if the prey agreed.

Tumbling purrs sounded from them both as they embraced again, unable to stay apart for long. Familiar flesh was explored again by feel and taste, each using strengths they would never have been able to unleash on ningen wives.

Goku felt his tail move as if it were a separate thing, working on its own to worship royal flesh, and in return Vejiita's every touch left trails of heat across his skin. At the same time there was a strange physical duality, as if he was receiving an echo of the attention he lavished on Vejiita: he ran his fingers up the prince's spine and felt a faint gliding touch along his own back, though Vejiita's hands were elsewhere.

He looked into his lover's eyes and saw amusement there and knowledge. Vejiita understood what was happening, and that was good enough. The "why" could wait. The sensations now were far too delicious not to surrender to.

Vejiita took his mouth again in a deep and exhilarating kiss which Goku felt twice and responded to as if his life depended on it. The prince moved into his arms and surprised him by circling his legs around his waist, sitting in Goku's lap and wrapping his whole body around him. A thrust of hips made both of them shudder as sparks went off below their waists.

There was a murmur in Goku's ear, and his eyes went wide. A devilish grin and a loud purr followed. Bodies shifted and mouths moved over flesh. Hands stroked and moved, bringing pleasure and preparing the way. Soft fur teased and soothed. And finally there was quiet, as they sat face to face, their breathing harsh and their eyes wild, sweat already rolling down muscled backs to cool in the night air.

Mine.

The word echoed soundlessly between them as the prince tensed his thighs and then took his lover's length entirely within himself in one long, slick, easing stroke.

"Ah, fucking gods, V'jiita..." Goku muttered, holding him close for a moment, just feeling. The prince shivered and let his eyes slide shut. It was a virginal moment for him. In all his years as a sexual omnivore, he hadn't allowed this before. The weak weren't worthy of it and the strong... He wouldn't let himself be so vulnerable. This, though... this was perfect.

He reached out and gently pushed Goku away, encouraging him to lie back. Dominance wasn't a question of position, and although their relationship was nowhere near that simple, Vejiita led the way now.

Strong thighs flexed, and the prince lifted up and then drove himself down again on the thick hardness Kakkarot had for him. He savored the sensations, feeling shimmers of tight warmth along his own length as he clenched the one within him. Wonderful...

Hands cupped his ass suddenly as a tail wrapped his waist, and he was lifted and slammed down again. His eyes flying open in surprise, Vejiita saw the grinning devil again beneath him.

"Damn you, Vejiita, are you gonna fuck me or not?!" Goku growled and whined at him. He moved to thrust again, but Vejiita's knees held him hard, bruising his ribs with their grip, and he gained none of the friction he wanted. Straining for movement, the tall saiyajin arched up off the floor but succeeding only in lifting Vejiita slightly. His tail strapped a broad back in frustration before he subsided. Vejiita planted a hand on each shoulder and leaned down until they were an inch away from each other.

It turned out Goku had nothing on Vejiita for demonic smiles.

"Is this what you wanted, Kakkarot?" the prince purred roughly, clenching and moving his hips.

"Yes!" Goku said, glaring and purring all at once, almost desperate for that gliding heat.

"Then shut up."

He wasn't practiced at this, but he was Vejiita, prince of all saiyajins, and there was nothing he couldn't master if it was worth it.

This was definitely worth it.

The ride was slow and hard until he got the hang of it, and then he was no gentler, only faster. It felt good, astonishingly good, almost better than the other way around. He was certain he wasn't going to last long, even though this was his second time in a few minutes.

They moved together and in synch, forgetting everything but the flow of pleasure between them. Goku sat up and they shifted together, not losing their pace, so that they could hold and touch each other. Mouths touched lightly, and then tongues were traced over sweat-streaked flesh. Every touch, every second of bliss echoed faintly back and forth between them, building a wave that neither one thought to resist.

Goku bent forward to lick the hollow at the base of Vejiita's throat, mouthing soft skin and whimpering as his climax approached.

"Temar, o seyn la Vejiita..." he whispered before grasping muscular arms as he arched forward, his cock pulsing out deep within his partner, his prince, his lover, his only one...

Vejiita went numb with shock, hearing words of love spoken in his birth tongue, but it was altogether too late to stop what must happen. The delights of being open and vulnerable, of being plundered by hard flesh while he held Kakkarot close – these were too much for him. Liquid lightning seem to roll up his spine and even as his lover was overcome, orgasm ripped through Vejiita and he threw his head back, shouting.

The sound echoed across the lake, silencing all else with fear as the prince of saiyajins joined with his chosen one.

The moment of abandon was enough; it was everything. A coil of light and energy spun around them lazily before suddenly exploding outwards, destroying their shelter and the woods around it, eating into the lake and evaporating the water too quickly for the steam to hiss. Wind slammed untouched trees in the old forest flat to the ground a mile away. The earth shook and lightning struck from the clear sky as the wild energy threw everything around it into chaos.

At the center, there was calm as two sets of teal eyes gazed at each other. Hands gently stroked golden hair as mouths touched in a chaste kiss. Strong arms held them close to each other as the last fraction of their ki, the flowing currents that were their lives and their strength, was woven together. A profound, indescribable empathy had already been forged between them. Time would prove it unbreakable.

Love you...

The shattered night closed around them.

*****

Dead fish.

They had woken up to the stench of dead fish. Many dead fish.

The stench had been much more disturbing than the large crater they had found themselves comfortably curled up in, or the devastation that stretched out around them. For saiyajins, it was the olfactory equivalent of a tactical nuclear weapon going off first thing in the morning.

Vejiita swore violently, grimacing. "Nice fucking planet, Kakkarot."

"Right, Vejiita. Like it's my fault you had to have catastrophic sex right next to the lake," Goku grumbled in return.

The landscape was much changed. In addition to the crater, the trees that hadn't been flattened or vaporized were charred black stumps of varying heights. And the lake...

Apparently much of it had been boiled off, making it recede a few hundred feet from the old shoreline. Although there were only a few dead fish scattered about the new shore, there was also a mass of them floating in the remaining water. All of them were briskly rotting already under the late morning sun.

Shaking his tail out, Goku rose a few hundred feet in the air to look around. His eyes grew wide when he saw the extent of the damage. He'd certainly done as much before, just by himself, but never through sex. He had to laugh.

Something caught his eye, and he flew to see it. At the top of a now-barren hillside there perched a house, almost magically spared destruction. It wasn't large, but it was obviously the retreat of someone rich, just from the design and isolation of it. Goku was certainly no expert, but even he recognized the work of money. A quick flick of the senses told him there was nothing living there.

He looked at the smooth curves of the house, with its giant, elegantly shaped windows and multi-level patio, and thought of his own modest homes: the one he'd had in the East District, and the one he was sharing with Uub's family just now. And here was an extra house, a spare house, sitting out here doing nothing, miles from anywhere and anyone.

With a shrug and a smirk, he flicked his palm out and destroyed it. Dust and smoke exploded into the air, but he didn't bother staying to watch. Turning around, he found himself looking at Vejiita, who was in the air behind him, watching the casual act of destruction with an expression that seemed to waver between disbelief and satisfaction.

"Taking up a new hobby, Kakkarot?"

Goku grinned and shrugged again. "Eh, I figured there was no reason that useless thing should escape when so many trees died. Besides, there was no one in it."

"Hn," Vejiita said, coming closer and looking him over. "You've never done anything like that before in your life."

Goku snorted. "What does it matter? Besides, you were the one that made their boat house ground-zero for the Great Saiyajin Sex Bomb," he said, gesturing at the ravaged landscape.

"It was available, and I didn't feel like pulling pine needles out of my ass like the last time," the prince said grumpily, crossing his arms. "Anyway, there's some things we need to talk about."

"Like breakfast?"

"Of course."

Goku eyed the lake. "I'm not a big fan of rotting fish."

Vejiita smacked him upside the head. "Did you really think I'd elope with you without bringing supplies? C'mon, let's find someplace less... fragrant."

Goku grinned at his prince and followed, catching up enough to grab a handful of perfect ass. Retaliation followed, of course, but was interrupted by the howl of neglected saiyajin stomachs. At that sound, the few surviving birds scattered from the trees below, frightened and convinced The End had come.

*****

Bathed, fed, and happily contemplating another round with his lover, Goku sprawled on the grass, his naked skin soaking up the sunlight. An unquestionably fine tail flopped about with equally unquestionable satisfaction.

Given that he'd had to hide it for so long, Goku was absolutely reveling in the chance to play with and flaunt his new appendage. The incredible rightness of having a tail again was further proof, if any was needed, that he wasn't meant for life as a ningen.

That thought led to certain questions, and he craned his head to look over at Vejiita, who was sprawled out on a chair nearby. A capsule house loomed behind him. It was two stories tall and luxurious: the best that Capsule Corp had to offer.

He'd stolen it, of course. Not furtively, but he hadn't bought it, and he certainly wasn't going to explain himself. No one in the onna's company was going to question him anyway. Everything had simply been handed over, just as he'd asked.

Later, when he'd left Bulma for good, he'd live in this house with Goku, though he doubted they would keep it here on this sunny slope. When the wind shifted, the ghosts of fish haunted them. For now, the house was only here to accommodate their need for a well-stocked kitchen.

And now that their bellies were equally well-stocked, there were things to talk about. He found Kakkarot already looking at him when he turned to speak. Of course.

"What do you want to ask me?" he asked simply.

"Last night," Goku said promptly. "That was... that was..." He waved his hand vaguely, trying to summon up a worthy description. Giving up, he rolled over and leaned on his elbows to stare at his prince. "Well, it was fucking incredible. What did you do?"

"Last night was your First Musk," Vejiita said somewhat proudly. "You became a fully mature saiyajin adult last night."

Goku looked at him steadily for a moment. "You realize I have two children."

"It's not about the fucking, baka. It's about the rest of you," Vejiita said. "For years I tried to figure out how a saiyajin could be as gentle and tractable as you were. When the adrenaline started flowing for a fight, you almost turned into a proper saiyajin, but the rest of the time, even that little woman of yours could order you around."

Goku glowered at him, not enjoying the reminder of certain things, or certain people. "So?"

"So I finally figured out that you hadn't fully matured yet. Your body had, but until a saiyajin has his first musk, he isn't mature up here," Vejiita said, touching his own temple. "There's a whole flood of hormones and brain chemicals that are triggered by first musk. Your senses will sharpen, your aggression will increase, and you'll end up a lot more like Radditz than you were before."

"Radditz was an asshole."

Vejiita snorted. "He was a saiyajin who got too excited about things. Which of us knew him better?"

"Oh," Kakkarot said, looking a little deflated. Other than getting him killed, he hadn't really seen much of his brother. "When will this happen?"

"It already has."

"Right."

"Did you or did you not blow up a house just now for no good reason?"

Goku opened and shut his mouth, trying to refute that. The truth was, of course, that there really hadn't been a good reason. Aesthetics and a vague sense of injustice weren't enough. He'd just felt like it.

Vejiita came closer and put an arm around his waist as he sat up, resting against his broad back. "And did you, or did you not use our native tongue last night to pledge your soul to me for all time?"

"I did?"

"You did," Vejiita said, kissing his shoulder. "I don't know that it has anything to do with first musk, but you've never spoken it before that I know of."

Goku closed his eyes and leaned into his prince. They sat together for a time, sun and affection warming their skins. He could feel the press and flutter of Vejiita's emotions against his own, comforting him and drawing him in. He could feel their ki – their ki – flow around and between them, pulsing gently with their hearts and the drift of their thoughts. It held them, melded them, brought two together into one union, each separate and yet together.

"Is this... Is this what you meant about joining?" Goku asked roughly, as if he'd somehow forgotten how to speak.

/Yes./

Without any surprise, he heard the quiet voice in his mind, as if Vejiita had spoken softly in his ear. Yet he knew the difference.

/I don't remember saying that last night, Vejiita, but you know I meant it./

/I know./

He could feel the prince's pleasure and affection roll through them both. Turning, he brought his love into his arms to kiss him. It struck him suddenly that he'd been missing this kind of easy, loving attention his whole life until the day he'd first kissed Vejiita. The saiyajins were such a fierce, bloodthirsty race, and yet the emotions he'd been starved for were here, in the arms of the saiyajin prince.

/We love among our kind, baka. Ningens ways and ningen emotions are too weak to satisfy./

They lay together in the afternoon light, touching, kissing, and sharing thoughts, until Vejiita, tickled one too many times, reached out and grabbed a handful of tail. Goku gulped in mock terror, but Vejiita only fondled the appendage lightly.

"Kakkarot, I know you lied about this. It didn't regenerate. You wished it back."

Goku blushed furiously, but didn't say anything.

"Since you don't tend to lie much, if ever, I let it pass, to see what would happen. And you didn't say a word, damn you," the prince said with some amusement, ruffling soft fur. "So now, confess. Why did you wish your tail back?"

There was silence from the larger saiyajin, who was managing to smirk and blush at the same time. A royal eyebrow arched up, and Goku found himself on his back yet again, staring up at the prince sitting comfortably on his stomach, the tail still firmly clenched in both hands.

"Confess, Kakkarot!" Vejiita said sternly. "You know I won't hesitate to use this!"

He brandished the captive tail, and when Goku did nothing but giggle, he began stroking and working his fingers into the plush fur, making sure to set off every one of the tingling nerves. The big saiyajin began to writhe under the sensual torment, and Vejiita's smirk slid into a grin.

"Confess!"

"Oooooo.... Ah... N-never!!" Goku protested, laughing and trying to get his tail back now. Vejiita was practiced at this sort of thing, though, and was relentless to a fault. Goku never really stood a chance. Finally he flopped back on the ground, quite breathless and equally aroused, and held his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, if you must know, I wished it back for you!"

"For me?" Dark eyes scanned Goku's own, and he felt a sudden press against his own mind. Given that the memories were in the forefront of his attention just now, Vejiita had no trouble gleaning them.

The dark prince laughed and then leaned over, pinning Goku's shoulders to the ground and leering down at him. Purring lightly, he said "You brought your tail back, the gift of your saiyajin blood, for use as a sex toy?"

"I did it for you," Goku said sullenly.

"Then why haven't you ever done anything with it? Except for last night, all you do is keep it out of the way!"

"Because I'm not a natural pervert like you! I wasn't sure what to do with it!" Goku said, growling.

His mouth was covered a second later, and a passionate kiss took away every thought of embarrassment. Entwined, bodies pressed together in a loving embrace. Then clever fingers found his tail again, and he gasped with the intensity of the sensations.

/What kind of prince would I be to let my own mate remain so ignorant of his rightful heritage?/

/... What?/

/I'll teach you every sleazy thing about tails you ever wanted to know, baka. And then.../

Sloppy kisses and roaming hands distracted them. Prudently, a group of songbirds that had survived their earlier coupling fled now with a loud twittering. A large and somewhat frazzled-looking dinosaur, knowing more powerful predators when it saw them, went pounding away down the hill, hoping to avoid a repeat of last night's disaster.

Neither saiyajin noticed.

"And then what, Vejiita?" Goku groaned, barely able think as lips trailed over the ridges of his abdomen.

/And then we're wishing my tail back, you selfish bastard, and I'm going to make you lose your mind./

/Again?/

With a growl, the prince pounced.

Goku's laughter and breathless cries were all the warning the local wilderness got.

*****

The planet turned, and life went on.

In another thirty years, Goku finally gave up on Uub ever beating him. Completely exasperated by that time, Vejiita promptly took him and their families off-planet to search for other saiyajins. And whatever else the universe might hold for them.

Although none of their lovemaking was ever quite as destructive as that night at the lake, their lives were always tumultuous. On the day they left, as sharp eyes up at the Lookout watched the saiyajins finally depart from Chikyuusei, sharp ears caught what might almost have been a sigh of relief from the planet itself.

Piccolo smiled.

~The end~