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"Bulma, hurry up! I'm getting tired." Goku whined.

"Just a few more pins and then I'm finished. You can change after that." Bulma mumbled through the straight pins she was holding between her teeth.

Goku grumbled. He'd been standing on this stool for hours. Why did he let Bulma talk him into these things? When he had arrived at CC that morning, he had been thinking of the spar he would have with Vegeta, but Bulma had gotten to him first. Using a lure she was sure would work, Goku's obsession with candy, she had talked him into being her dress dummy for a while. The gentle saiyan had thought 'a while' would be maybe an hour, but he'd been standing here, in a skirt no less, for five, and he was bored.

"Couldn't we just take a break or something? I'm thirsty." Goku tried again to get Bulma to release him from his task.

"Five more minutes, then I have to measure to be sure the length is right, then you can go." Bulma answered.

Goku sighed; Bulma's five minutes could mean anything.
~*~
Vegeta wandered through the halls, looking for his sparring partner. It wasn't like Goku to be late for their weekly fights. Rounding another of the endless corners of the main complex of Capsule Corp, the saiyan prince finally heard the voice of the person he was hunting for. Looking through the door, Vegeta almost fell over in shock. There was the tall saiyan, dressed in a skirt and blouse.
Blinking to be sure he was actually seeing what he thought he was, Vegeta assessed the situation. Goku didn't look half bad, though the colors were wrong for him. Green just didn't go with the light skin and black hair. If the lithe saiyan had to pick, he would have put Goku in screaming red.

Closing his eyes, Vegeta stumbled back until he was leaning against the wall. The picture of Goku in a red dress had made his lust shoot through the roof, his spandex pants showing the resulting erection to anybody who passed by. With a moan, Vegeta rubbed at his crotch, thinking of where he could get a dress like that in Goku's size, and how would he get the Earth raised saiyan into it.

Vegeta smirked, patting his hard-on one last time in promise of more later, as he opened his eyes. Turning and walking back the way he came, the prince went to set a half formed plan into action.
~*~
Goku stood outside the gravity room, wondering what Vegeta wanted. When Bulma had finally finished, and let him go change out of the blouse and skirt, he had found a slip of paper folded in his clothes. The note had been in Vegeta's handwriting, saying just to meet him in the gravity room at midnight. Goku had thought that it was a strange time to want to spar, but shrugged it off, going home to eat and get a nap before he had to come back to CC.

Now Goku was standing in the dark, listening to the night insects' chirp and wondering if he should go in and wait for Vegeta there. Not expecting anything, he was unprepared when something slipped around his wrists and tightened.
With a squeak, the tall saiyan fell, the sudden loss of ki making him feel strange and weak. Looking up, he saw a smirking Vegeta standing over him.

"What's going on, Vegeta?" Goku gasped.

"Just a little play. Can you stand yet?" Vegeta quietly asked.

Goku rolled over onto his hands and knees, feeling that he only had his physical strength to work with; his innate saiyan power was missing. It left him feeling wobbly, but he could deal with it. Looking up again into his sparring partner's face, Goku nodded. Slowly he made it to his feet, leaning against the wall of the gravity room to maintain his upright position.

"Very good. Now come along, you have to change before we can do anything else." Vegeta said, reaching over to pull Goku into the room and securing the door after them.

Goku looked around. The room was decorated this time, not the normal blank yellow walls he was used to. Now there were shear drapes hung around the circular room, a few throw rugs covering the floor. As Vegeta walked over to the main control panel, Goku's eyes were drawn to the large brass bed that was now occupying the floor next to it.

"Vegeta, what's going on?" Goku asked, wondering if this was going to get any stranger or if this was the extent of it.

"I told you. We are going to play for once." Vegeta answered off hand, not bothering to turn from the main panel. "Your clothes are in the locker room, go change." The prince ordered as he set the gravity lower than normal, but still high in human standards.
Goku shrugged, and slowly made his way to the locker room. There, hanging from the front of one of the lockers was a dress. Not a normal dress, one that Chichi would wear, but a bright red one that looked to be in Goku's size. Tearing his gaze from that crimson creation, Goku saw that there was matching lingerie placed neatly on the bench.

"No fucking way!" Goku shouted, backing out of the room only to bump into Vegeta.

"Oh yes. If you can do it for Bulma, you can do it for me." Vegeta purred.

"How do you know about that? I was only helping her out." Goku tried to be stern, but ended up sounding like a kid who got caught snatching cookies.

"I saw you. I have the security disks. If you don't get into those now, I'll give them to your wife and son. I'm sure Gohan will get a kick out of them." Vegeta ran his fingers lightly along Goku's back, making him jump.
Goku shivered. This was one of his worst nightmares, Vegeta with blackmail ammunition. Gohan was already a little strange with him since he had come back from the dead after fighting Buu. This would just confirm any thoughts in his eldest son's mind that his father was a wacko.

"Why?" Goku growled, hoping to find some way to wiggle free of Vegeta's trap.

"Because I told you to. Now get changed before I do it for you." Vegeta smirked, knowing what Goku was trying to do. "If I change you, then you'll be going home in that dress too."

Goku grumbled, but moved back into the locker room. He started to pull off his shirts, pausing when he noticed that Vegeta was still standing in the doorway.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather you not watch me dress." Goku growled, his normal good humor having fled at the sight of the crimson dress.
Vegeta chuckled, but moved to leave Goku alone. As long as he was getting his way, he could wait to see what the tall saiyan looked like in the clothes he had picked out.
~*~
Vegeta turned as a sound alerted him to Goku trying to slip into the main room of the chamber. Trying because the red high heels were giving him problems, making him unsteady on his feet. Goku stood against the wall, the red dress falling to his knees, his bare shoulders glistening with the beginning of nervous sweat.

"Nice. Come here." Vegeta ordered.

Goku glared at the prince, but walked as best he could over to where Vegeta was standing. There was something glinting in those black eyes of the smaller saiyan, usually Goku would say it was dislike, or rage, but this felt different. If he didn't know better, he would say that the little dress-up was turning Vegeta on.
As Vegeta walked around Goku, taking in the way the dress molded to his ass, then draped to his knees, the tall saiyan was thinking. Maybe in some twisted way, Vegeta needed this, though the tall saiyan knew what the bed was for. The ki suppressors, Goku figured, were so the prince felt stronger and could control him easier.

Vegeta rose up on his toes and whispered in Goku's ear. "Walk for me, bitch."
He paused to nibble on a tempting lobe before moving away.
Goku shivered, but started walking. Soon he had mastered the high heels and was surer of his steps. The tall saiyan found that he was exaggerating the swing in his hips, swaying more to show off for Vegeta then he normally would.

Turning at the end of the room, he smirked at Vegeta, "You know, I really need a wig if I'm going to pull this look off." Goku purred.

Vegeta blinked, for some reason Goku was getting into his part sooner than expected. The prince had figured he would have to coax him more, or threaten him with other things to get him to participate. Instead, Goku was walking like he was born to wear heels, the dress swishing around his legs and showing off their length to perfection. A purring hum was soon filling the air from the gentle saiyan's lips.
Goku was getting into this role Vegeta had forced on him. It was unusual, but not as bad as he thought it was going to be. Walking around the room with the enhanced gravity pressing on him made him feel his muscles work more than they usually did. The heels made his calf muscles work harder, in turn, making his thigh muscles strain to keep him upright.

"Enough of that. See if you can strip nice for me, bitch." Vegeta growled, not about to let Goku turn the tables on him. The prince walked over to the bed and settled himself on the velvet cover, piling pillows behind his head.

Goku paused. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Because, that's what you are tonight." Vegeta grinned, showing off his fangs.

Goku growled. This was getting out of hand and he didn't want to play anymore. "Enough, Vegeta, I'm leaving." Goku made a move toward the locker room and his discarded clothes, but Vegeta moved faster and blocked the door.

"So you are going to be that way. Well, we can play it rough if you want." Vegeta snarled, pulling Goku to him and tearing the dress down the front.

Goku pushed himself away from the saiyan prince's hands and tried to pull the dress over the red teddy he was wearing. Vegeta looked on, a mocking light now joining that strange one that had been there before. With another swift movement, Vegeta grabbed more of the dress and pulled, soon leaving Goku standing in the middle of the room in nothing but heels, teddy, and stockings. The suppressors glinted in the dim light and Vegeta knew he had the upper hand.
Goku shivered, not from cold, but from uncertainty. Vegeta was acting strange and that left him unsure what to do. With the suppressors on, the younger saiyan couldn't do much against the prince without taking damage.

Vegeta circled Goku, a low growl flowing from his throat. He watched as the warrior shivered, anticipation pulling at the lithe saiyan, making him want to rush. Walking close to the taller saiyan, Vegeta reached out and ran a hand along his arm.

"Don't fight me, it will only make me mad." Vegeta purred.

"All right, but I have to get home soon. I snuck out and if Chichi wakes up, there will be hell to pay." Goku sighed, giving in because there weren't many options open to him. He thought that he could always get Vegeta back another time, as long as he was alive to do it.

Vegeta nodded, but pulled Goku over to the bed and pushed him down. Leaning over the large body in the red accents, the prince hooked chains onto the suppressors, securing Goku's arms over his head to the bed pasts.
Goku pulled, but without ki he couldn't break the chain. Big black eyes looked up at the prince, unsure what was going to happen next. Vegeta just smirked. This was going to be fun, getting the better of Goku was easier than he thought.

"Vegeta, what do you think you are going to do?" Goku asked, pulling at chains again.

"Anything I want." Vegeta smirked.

"Come on, let me loose, this isn't funny." Goku whined.

"Shut up before I gag you." Vegeta snapped. He moved off the bed and started to strip, slowly pulling the spandex top off, muscles moving under lightly tanned skin.

Goku licked his lips; things were starting to get serious. He watched as Vegeta peeled his tight pants off, easing them over his hips and wiggling his ass until he could slowly pull them down over his thighs. The prince paused to toe off his boots, then continued, sliding the pants down over his knees then wiggling his ass more until they dropped to the floor. Using the bedpost, Vegeta steadied himself as he pulled one foot free, kicking them over to the rest of his clothes.
Goku gulped, the teddy pulled tight over his groin, the red material straining to conceal his growing erection. Vegeta's smirk turned to a grin as he saw the effect he was having on his taller counterpart.

"Now the fun begins. Since you didn't put up too much of a fuss, I'll be nice and use some oil. Flip over." Vegeta ordered.

Goku blinked, but used his legs to lever himself over, sighing as he pressed his arousal into the bed. Vegeta gave a half smile, patting the red lace encased butt on the way to a side table as a reward for Goku's following his orders. Pulling out the drawer and fishing out a bottle of lightly scented oil, Vegeta turned, pausing to survey his handiwork.

"As nice as you look in that, I think the lace thing has to go. Maybe the heels, they don't look right." Vegeta observed.

"Whatever, just get on with it already." Goku growled.

Vegeta smacked Goku on the ass, leaving a glowing handprint. "No talking or you get gagged."

Climbing onto the bed, Vegeta surveyed his handiwork. There the strongest saiyan to live was lying on his stomach, his ass almost bare to the world. Glancing up, the prince checked on the security cameras of Bulma's, those quiet observers who saw everything and made a record on disk. Nothing got by them, no matter where you were in CC. The woman had the place wired and Vegeta was sure she viewed the disks whenever she needed a laugh or a break from her usual routine.
Quietly laughing to himself, Vegeta got down to business. He ran a finger under the edge of the lace teddy, making Goku squirm. The chained saiyan grumbled something, but Vegeta let it go, mostly because he wasn't sure what Goku had said and it was so buried in the pillow that it was mostly sound. Vegeta wanted sound, and would get it... eventually. For now he wanted to taunt his one time rival a bit more.

Vegeta ran his fingers down the hem of the leg of the teddy until he came to the snaps. Slowly he undid them, making Goku groan as the pressure on his cock was eased. The prince chuckled to himself, enjoying the view as Goku's ass was reveled, the bright red hand mark almost glowing on his skin.

"You look good in red." Vegeta crooned in Goku's ear, earning another grumble.

Twisting the top off the jar of oil, Vegeta dipped a finger in and ran it over Goku's ass, watching as the tall saiyan spread his legs farther apart to grant better access to the wandering digit.

"Like that do you?" Vegeta smirked, easing his finger between the tight ass cheeks of the younger warrior. Goku's head nodded, still buried in the pillow so he didn't make any noise.
Vegeta slipped his hand free and reached out to tear the rest of the teddy off Goku. He didn't want anything to block his view of that white skin as he marked it. Running his hand over Goku's back, Vegeta left red trails, nail marks that didn't really hurt the tall saiyan, but showed up so well and earned him a hiss.

"Roll over," Vegeta ordered. "I'm tired of having you bury your head in the pillow. I want to hear you when you cum."

Goku rolled onto his side and stared at the royal saiyan. "So that's what this is all about. You need to get your jollies and I'm the designated torture victim for tonight. What happened, Bulma kick you out of bed again for being too rough?"

He smirked, waiting on Vegeta's response.

Vegeta didn't disappoint, he punched Goku in the mouth, turning the bound saiyan's head to the side and splitting his lip. Goku just turned back and grinned, blood flowing sluggishly down his chin. Vegeta swore, he had lost his temper and he didn't want to do that. Sometimes Goku was too good at the game.

"Shut up. I told you no talking." Vegeta snarled. "For your information, Bulma would let me in her bed if I wanted, but I had other ideas for tonight."

Goku waited, knowing that when Vegeta got in this mood there was no changing his mind. Slowly he licked over his split lip, savoring the taste of his blood. In a way he was happy Vegeta had hit him, now he could tell Chichi he had been sparring with the prince and she would buy it. If he went home with just the marks left from Vegeta's little sex game, she would ask questions he didn't want to answer.

Vegeta and Goku had mated a few months after the defeat of Buu. Both had learned enough through the fusion bond to know that they would make a good pair. They still lived with their respective families, neither wanting to upset their wives or children. It was easy to get together when they wanted, all they had to say was they were going to spar or go off to do some wilderness training, and their families accepted it. Only problem with being together at CC was Bulma's security cameras. Vegeta had found the main control room though, and had a rather respectable collection of saiyan smut now. Goku hoped that the blue haired woman never found the disks, or they would be in big trouble, worse than Buu ever was.

Vegeta sighed and gave up the play-acting. Goku was right, they didn't have a lot of time. He was getting what he wanted anyway, so why make it more difficult than it had to be. There would always be other times when he could get Goku back in a dress. All it took was a bit of planning, and the big lug was right, he did need a wig to finish the outfit right.

Vegeta looked at his mate, feelings of contentment running quickly through him as he looked at that large body that held so much power. It had been a rocky road to get to where they were, but the prince wouldn't change the way things were now, and he knew that Goku felt the same. Leaning down, Vegeta kissed the bloody lips of his lover, friend, and sparring partner, quieting any protest Goku might have made as he was rolled over onto his back.
With the oil he held in one hand, Vegeta slickened his shaft well, readying himself to plunge into the tight heat he knew was waiting for him. Goku was always ready and willing, be it a feast, a fight, or a fuck. That was one of the things that drew Vegeta to him after the fusion had dissolved inside Buu. He loved his wife, but most of the time she wasn't on the same schedule that he was. When he was ready to make love to her, she was often too busy working on some mysterious invention. With Goku, Vegeta knew that he didn't need to hold back, that the tall saiyan wasn't looking for grand declarations of emotions that made him uncomfortable voicing, all the Earth raise saiyan wanted was attention.

Goku watched quietly, content with the knowledge that Vegeta would see to him when he was ready. The prince tended to do things in his own time, not rushing to get something done. It had puzzled Goku at first, when they had become mates that Vegeta always wanted to be in charge of everything. The gentle saiyan didn't really care one way or another. It was just as enjoyable for him to be on top as it was on the bottom. So they had fallen into a silent agreement, Vegeta would pick the when, where, and how, Goku would follow his lead.
Vegeta licked the last of the drying blood from Goku's chin, and then moved between the long legs that were obligingly opened for him. The prince had to grin, even knowing how rough Vegeta could get, Goku still was willing to offer himself up to the royal libido. None of the lithe saiyan's other lovers would have done that, not even Bulma.

Lips roaming downward, Vegeta paused to bite one of the tempting nipples that had hardened in the cooler air of the room. Goku hissed, but arched into his tormenter's mouth, earning a licking suck. Vegeta continued his explorations, knowing that by now Goku would be pulling at the chains wanting to touch him back.
It wasn't long before Goku was writhing under Vegeta's talented tongue. Growls, purrs, and whimpers filled the air, urging the prince to quicken his pace. The prince licked the head of Goku's cock, the need for blood strong. Without warning, Vegeta nicked the side of the shaft, drawing not only blood, but also a yelp from the larger body he was playing with.

"Damn, Vegeta! Keep that up and I wont be able to use that for a week." Goku hissed as Vegeta lapped up the dark fluid that seeped from the small wound.

"Stop being a baby, you liked it." Vegeta growled back.

Goku lay back and let Vegeta enjoy drawing blood. It was something the prince seemed to need once in a while, though tonight the Earth saiyan hadn't expected it. Usually, when he got a hint that Vegeta was out for blood, he would bring a senzu or at least some bandages, but tonight he wasn't prepared. Sighing, Goku wondered how much blood would satisfy his royal mate.

Vegeta continued lower, pausing to bite the inside of Goku's thigh, drawing more blood. The prince thought to himself as he sipped more blood that one of the good things about having sex with Goku was the tall saiyan's willingness to let him get out the need he had for blood. Be it fighting until they both were a bloody mess, or letting him bite and claw during sex, Vegeta knew that Goku let him use him so that others weren't wounded.
Looking up over the long body that was spread out waiting on his desires, Vegeta nodded, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. The front side of Goku was covered with criss-crossing scratches, various bites, some deeper than the prince would have thought comfortable, and marks where Vegeta had only sucked the skin into purple bruises. Resting a hand on Goku's knee, the slighter saiyan started to roll the larger body of his mate over.

"Vegeta, not too much more, please?" Goku whined, earning another whack on the butt to match the first one.

Leaning over Goku's back, Vegeta started at broad shoulders and ran his nails down to a trim waist, leaving bloody trails behind. Goku hissed, and then mewed as the prince licked at a few of the marks. Satisfied with the tall saiyan's reaction, Vegeta reached for more oil.

Gathering a bit on his fingers, the prince ran them over the nub of what remained of his mate's tail. Goku purred, the oil intensifying any movement though the downy soft fur that covered the stub.
Vegeta let his oiled fingers wander down, over the red handprints that he knew would bruise nicely, to the crack of Goku's ass. Slowly he eased one finger past the resistant muscle that guarded the tight heat that he was soon going to plunder.

"Relax, Kakarrot, we both know you want this." Vegeta purred, knowing that Goku expected him to go for more blood here.

"Sorry." Goku mumbled into the pillow, trying to ease muscles that had contracted at the thought of being torn.

Vegeta ministered to his mate, slowly thrusting his finger into the tight opening, his own arousal rubbing against the velvet cover and sending shivers along his back. Velvet against velvet, the nap rubbed sensually over his cock that was already oiled and waiting. The prince could feel himself hungering, no longer with the need for blood, but the need to be encased in his mate's body.
Pulling his hand back, Vegeta guided Goku once again onto his back, and leaned down to share a deep kiss. It was his way of showing the gentle saiyan that the need for blood had passed and that Vegeta was ready to see to their pleasure. Goku wrapped his tongue around the prince's, sucking at it, making Vegeta purr in response.
Vegeta leaned back up, running a hand over his chest to roll his own nipples between supple fingers. Goku looked on, enjoying the show and the play of muscles under his mate's slightly darker skin. As the prince moved his hand down farther, over tight abdominals, making them twitch with pleasure, Goku moaned, the sound drawing Vegeta's attention.

With a smirk, Vegeta reached into the small jar once more, oil coating his fingers to pool in the palm of his hand. Slowly he ran it over his cock, reapplying oil to his shaft. With a moan of his own tripping past his lips, Vegeta caressed himself, his head tilted to one side. The clink of chain interrupted him, making the prince look at his mate.
Goku was panting, his cock pulsing with life and straining for attention. The tall saiyan had his teeth buried in his lip, trying to keep quiet as he watched Vegeta pleasure himself. It was almost as bad as the bloodletting, the lithe saiyan had built up a need in him, but wasn't letting Goku loose to play.

Vegeta leaned over and kissed Goku again, savoring the hint of blood from his lips.

"Are you ready?" Vegeta whispered, moving until he was once again between long legs that wrapped around him.

"Yes, Kami, yes!" Goku shivered, his need overshadowing any worry of more pain.

Vegeta grabbed one of Goku's legs, pressing it back against his chest as he slowly eased into the tall saiyan's opening. The way was eased by the oil the prince had applied to his cock and the time he had spent easing Goku's worries that he would hurt him more.
Goku purred, the sensation of being stretched and filled not a stranger to him, but being bent in two made it more intense. When Vegeta let go of his leg, instead of lowering it so it was wrapped around the supple waist of his mate, Goku grabbed it with his bound hands, holding it himself.

Vegeta looked at Goku's face, noting the intense concentration and pleasure that was there and leaned back, gaining deeper penetration. He moved slowly, pausing at both ends of a stroke to give a slight twist of his hips. Vegeta waited until Goku finally let go of that long limb and lowered it before he started moving faster.

Goku howled with pleasure as Vegeta's cock nudged that special spot that only the prince touched inside of him. He continued howling as the prince ran his fingers over the head of his waiting shaft, teasing Goku closer to the brink of breaking pleasure.
Listening to Goku's cries of pleasure brought Vegeta closer to his climax, knowing that he alone got to hear these sound touched something deep within him. Though he was loath to put any tags on his emotions, Vegeta had to admit, if only to himself, that in making the only other saiyan alive cry out in pleasure was satisfying.

As the saiyans strained against the bounds of their bodies to reach the ultimate sensation, they never noticed curious blue eyes that gazed through the view port of the gravity room door. They only knew the small world around them. The feel and sound of flesh against flesh eventually had them both crying out.

Goku arched, cum spilling from his cock to coat Vegeta's hand and both of their chests. Vegeta tossed his head back, a silent cry signaling his climax as he came, his cock buried deep in his mate's tight sheath. With a shudder, the prince collapsed on top of Goku, both trembling with aftershocks as they tried to get their breath back.
Slowly Vegeta eased out of his mate and settled beside him, the warmth of the larger body seeping into his skin. The smell of sex and blood was heavy in the air, but neither noticed. Lazily, with a yawn, Vegeta reached up and unhooked the suppressors from around Goku's wrists, rubbing the red marks that were left from the Earth saiyan's struggles against the chains that bound him to the headboard.

Goku stretched his arms, and then settled them at his sides, content to drift for a while in the afterglow. Vegeta curled against his side, making no move to distance himself for once.

Breaking the sudden quiet, Goku spoke. "Vegeta, do you ever wish for more?"

"More of what?"

"More than we have together?" Goku yawned, but wanted to know the answer.

"Why change a good thing? From what I can tell, emotions like love just complicate things."

Goku sighed. He had worried that Vegeta wasn't content with the way they were living, hiding their relationship behind snarls and spars.
Vegeta rolled over and looked into dark fathomless eyes. "Why? Do you want more than we have?"

"Honestly? No. I'm happy with the way things are. I love Chichi, but she can't give me what you can. If I bit her, she'd be angry and wouldn't heal as well as you or I do."

"I understand." Vegeta said. He loved Bulma, but like the black haired wench, she couldn't tolerate pain like Goku could. Sometimes he needed to hurt somebody, the pressure of long learned lessons building, until Vegeta had to hurt somebody or go on a killing spree. At those times, Goku would offer himself up, letting Vegeta use him like an escape valve.
Both saiyan's turned as the gravity generators slowed to a stop, the door opening as they quieted. There, standing in the doorway was Bulma in her nightclothes, a look of hurt on her face.

"Hi Bulma." Goku quietly said. "You're up late."

"Don't use that tone with me, Goku. I saw what you two were doing." Bulma angrily spat as she advanced on the reclining saiyans.

"So?" Vegeta queried.

"So you're cheating on me, with Goku of all people!" Bulma's voice rose in volume.

"Bulma, stop. Before you say something stupid," Goku said, pulling part of the cover over his hips and standing up. "Take a good look at me." He said, pointing at his chest that was covered in still bleeding marks.
Bulma came to a stop, stunned at the condition that Goku was in. He looked like a wild animal had attacked him, scratches and bite marks marring his white skin from neck to knee. She put a hand to her mouth when her tall friend turned so she could see his back, the marks worse there, some still bleeding sluggishly.

Goku turned back around and sat on the bed. "Vegeta needed blood tonight. I don't think you would like him when he's like that."

"How long?" Bulma whispered.

"Since Buu." Vegeta answered.

"Listen Bulma. This isn't anything against you or Chichi, but we need more than you are capable of giving. Physically, neither one of you could stand making love to us when we need to be wild." Goku stated.

"Does this happen often?" Bulma asked, moving over to the bed to sit beside Goku. He didn't look like the marks were bothering him and she knew that if it were her looking like that, she would be in agony.

"Once or twice a month. It depends on what happens in our lives." Goku shrugged. Vegeta moved to rest his head on Goku's shoulder, content to let him deal with Bulma and her emotions.

"Does this mean Vegeta is going to leave me?" Bulma asked, looking at her hands.

Goku glanced over his shoulder at Vegeta, hoping he would deal with his wife, but the prince shook his head. The tall saiyan sighed. "No, Vegeta isn't leaving you and I'm not leaving Chichi. This is something saiyan. It doesn't have anything to do with our marriages."

Bulma looked at Goku, a hint of anger in her eyes. "It's cheating."

Goku chuckled. "No, it's survival, yours and Chichi's. If we didn't let our saiyan side out on each other, you both would be dead in a month."

Goku stood, giving up on the velvet cover. "I'm going to get a shower and get home. I'm sure Chichi will be wondering where I am." Naked, Goku walked into the locker room, leaving Vegeta to deal with his wife.

"I'm going to get back at you for this!" Vegeta shouted as the Earth saiyan left the room. Slowly he turned to Bulma to see how she was taking this new development.
Bulma was staring at the door where Goku had left. She never realized how well built her oldest friend was until now. She licked her lips, suddenly understanding why Vegeta had picked Goku to have an affair with.

"Stop hoping he'll come back and give you another view of his naked butt." Vegeta growled, pulling Bulma from her indecent thoughts.
Bulma grinned. "He does have a great ass."

Vegeta huffed, then got up from the bed to get his own clothes, showing off his own nicely curved ass. Bulma giggled, her anger at the situation easing.

"So this is going to continue?" Bulma finally asked when Vegeta was fully dressed.

"Yes," Vegeta sighed, closing his eyes for a second. "He is right, you wouldn't live long if I didn't take out my aggression with him."

"Well, I guess I can understand. I'll keep it quiet from Chichi." Bulma said. "Just a few things I want to know."

"What?" Vegeta growled, not liking her tone.

"Was he good and can I see the disk?" Bulma laughed outright at the look on Vegeta's face.

"Woman, you don't know what you're asking for." Vegeta growled. "Yes, he's good and what disk do you want to see? The one tonight where Kakarrot is in a dress, or one of the dozen or so other ones I have of us?" Vegeta smirked at the look of stunned interest that Bulma was wearing.
"There's more then one? Ooo... Can we watch them?" Bulma said, bouncing off the bed to wrap her arms around Vegeta.

"Maybe..." Vegeta whispered, tenderly kissing his wife. He turned with her and walked to the gravity room door. "I'll clean this up in the morning. I need some sleep." He yawned into Bulma's hair.

Bulma snuggled against Vegeta's side; content in the knowledge that she hadn't lost him to Goku.
~*~
Goku watched Bulma and Vegeta walk to the back door of CC and disappear inside. He sighed, absently scratching at some dried blood he had missed in the shower. At least Vegeta's life was settled. He wondered if Chichi would take Vegeta and his relationship half as well. Hopefully she would find out when she was outside, where there were no cooking implements handy. With a chuckle at the thought, Goku rose into the air, and then flew off to his warm wife and warm bed.