Goku wiped the water from his eyes as the glass door of the shower opened to reveal a still-naked Vegeta. He raised his brow in silent question as the prince stepped over the side of the bathtub behind him. The large Saiyan moved to turn when he felt the strong hands of the Saiyan no Ouji on his waist, keeping his body forward. He arched his back as the hard body of the other Saiyan pushed against the length of his wet backside. Vegeta's hands slid over his muscled shoulders, down his arms, guiding them back to the wall. Goku glanced back at the Saiyan prince as his fingers trailed up his biceps and back over his shoulder blades.

He tilted his head back with a sigh as the prince's lips pressed seductively against the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck. The water that rained on his body caused a slippery barrier between his skin and the wandering hands of his prince. He began to purr as the Saiyan no Ouji's teasing fingers caressed around his waist to his chest. Vegeta's palms defied the cascading water by moving up his abdomen and over his chest. Goku gasped as his mate crushed their bodies together with the force of his encircling arms, the prince's fingertips taunting and pinching his hardening nipples. He groaned, letting more of his weight rest against his lover's front. His body had been excited by the mere sight of the Saiyan prince naked, and now, with the confident caresses of his lover heightening his senses, Goku knew it wasn't going to take much to send him over the edge.

Vegeta again marveled at Kakarott's well-defined physique as he joined his mate in the shower. The picture he presented stirred his heated blood even further--the tall Saiyan's build was adorned with tiny droplets of water that shimmered as he turned to face the prince, the obvious question on his face.

The Saiyan no Ouji ignored him, moving to stand behind the larger man. The desire to pleasure his mate had returned with a vengeance and Vegeta was not about to permit the other man to spoil the moment. The smaller Saiyan directed his lover to resume his earlier stance and brought his lips to the taller man's neck. Vegeta smiled as the other man relaxed against him, allowing his hands to roam uninhibited over his impressive form. Kakarott was a magnificent creature and the singular feel of his wet body pressing so tightly against the prince was making it increasingly difficult to continue to tease him instead of simply asserting his dominance and taking what he wanted.

But Vegeta was patient when it came to matters that involved passion and he proceeded to torment the taller man with soft nips on his neck and sweet touches on his chiseled chest.

Goku didn't have a mind to stop his hips from bucking back against the small Ouji as he moaned at the delicious sensations Vegeta sent coursing through his body. He could feel the prince's hard response against his thigh and he shivered, suddenly realizing what his position implied. A moment of fear stabbed at his heart before one of Vegeta's stroking hands followed the trails of water down his midsection. He thought his arms were going to buckle when the prince's wet hand began to massage his growing length.

"Vegeta," he growled, thrusting his hips into his hand, his head falling forward, his legs parting. The soft chuckle in his ear aroused him further and he tossed his head, throwing off all semblance of human restraint and succumbing to the whims of his seductive Saiyan lover.

The Saiyan no Ouji delighted in the feeling of Kakarott's pulsing organ held firmly in his grip. The skin was soft and silky, a deceptive sheath for the steel contained within. Vegeta licked at the rivulets of water that trickled down Kakarott's tensing muscles, purring at the erotic taste of his mate. His own body was ready--the continued movement of his tortured lover had seen to that.

Taking a few steps backward, the Ouji grasped Kakarott's hips and pulled them toward him, forcing the man to almost bend at the waist, his palms still flat against the wall. Vegeta smirked, enjoying the way this new pose stretched out his mate. The reality behind the gesture was that Kakarott was just too damn tall. But the Saiyan prince was determined to have his way with him and thus, adjusted them both accordingly.

Goku gasped as he felt the throbbing length of the Saiyan prince against his inner thigh. Vegeta was an impressive size, as Goku had noted last night. In the long run, height had not made a difference.

But once the prince had altered their position, his strong hand was back on the taller Saiyan's sex, coaxing all remaining fear out of his body. The Saiyan growled in pleasure; the combined sensations that his mate was creating were bringing the world's strongest to his knees. Vegeta's less occupied hand trailed a path down from his hardened nipples to his waist, supporting the man easily. The taller Saiyan moaned and thrashed as his pleasure built and suddenly he wanted to feel the prince inside him. This was too much. He wanted to be one with the other man, to be submissive to him. The ache was so intense it burned and he cried out with the force--

"Vegeta, please!"

Kakarott's plea slashed through his pleasurable haze and Vegeta moaned against his lover's back. The man didn't stop there, however, but maintained a constant string of moans and growls that consisted mostly of the shorter man's name. The prince growled and tightened his grip on the other Saiyan. Kakarott's vocalization during sex made his blood quicken with each throaty word. It made sense-the warrior had always been excessively vocal in all his battles. This was no exception.

Vegeta pulled back from his writhing lover just long enough to align himself with the other man's eager body. He paused a moment before he plunged in--the prince knew first hand how painful the initial time was, how it could utterly demolish the pleasurable aspect, requiring another prolonged teasing session to override the pain. The small man furrowed his brow. He wanted his mate to feel pleasure, not pain. He would not be like Frieza...

Vegeta's eyes fastened on Kakarott's quivering brown appendage with a grin.

Goku groaned as his prince deprived him of his presence.

"Vegeta, now...I need it now...Kami, Vegeta...please..." He was hardly aware of the words that spilled forth from his throat. The man was desperate to feel his lover within him--he had never wanted something so fiercely in all his life and it was threatening to tear him apart.

Goku's shaking knees gave way with a sharp cry as the prince latched on to his tail. The sturdy arm of his mate was there to support his unsteady form, and for that the man was silently grateful.

"Vegeta..." he was begging and he knew it; he could hear it in his own voice and he didn't care. There were brilliant bursts of white light behind his eyes with each caress of his tail and his body knew nothing save the feverish sensations of Vegeta's skin on his own.

He sucked in the scream of pain as Vegeta entered him from behind and his nails clawed at the tiling of the bathroom wall. The agony was immediately replaced by inconceivable pleasure as the prince squeezed lightly on his tail and thrust against his internal sweet spot. Goku tossed his head and bucked his hips like a newborn colt as Vegeta began to set a pace. He could hear the prince moaning behind him, his fingers clenching at the taller man's waist and it set his whole being on fire. The Saiyan in him loved this act of bowing to his prince and he drank in the animal sounds that Vegeta was producing behind him.

The prince hissed in pleasure as he thrust into his mate. The man was so tight around his hard organ it was almost painful, but the Saiyan no Ouji reveled in the juxtaposed sensation. He growled, and drove into his virgin body again and again...

Kami, it was getting incredibly hot. The water had been set to a hot temperature to begin with, but now it was searing to the passionate Saiyan. He shook his head, licking the water from his lips as he moaned his mate's name like a mantra...that quickly became a scream of ecstasy as Vegeta's tail coiled around his straining sex.

Vegeta shuddered at Kakarott's cry, nipping at his rippling shoulder blades with a deep, moaning growl. His tail pulled and stroked the other Saiyan's length as he plunged hard into the larger man's body. Kakarott was already beginning to tense around him, and he knew that neither one would last much longer.

The natural, animalistic quality that Vegeta was using to take the other man was igniting Goku's Saiyan nature. He growled and snapped ferociously as his pleasure mounted, gripping the wall until the tile began to crack.

Vegeta could feel Kakarott--his body, his mind. It seemed that every union brought the two Saiyans closer together. Part of him knew that this was the ultimate point of no return; he was claiming his mate and therefore sealing his side of the bond completely, as Kakarott had already done the night before. The prince ground his hips harder into the other Saiyan, growling and purring in response to the other man's feral exclamations.

There was no more thought as the two men completed their frenzied dance and cried out simultaneously, both releasing their energy in a passionate golden surge. Their pleasure lasted longer than their strength, and when one screaming Saiyan fell to his knees, the other followed, still bound in the throes of their lovemaking. The intensity of the pleasure rocked their wet bodies, and Goku fell forward on his hands, Vegeta clutching his hips, each man moaning the other's name until their passion was spent.

Goku's arms refused to support him any longer, and he collapsed on his stomach, panting hard, his eyes shut tightly. The weight of the Saiyan prince lay against the length of his back and he could hear the straining breaths of the other man dimly through the rushing in his ears. His entire body was shaking and he knew if he tried to stand the result would not exactly be desirable.

Vegeta groaned behind him and the taller Saiyan felt some of the weight leave his back as the prince raised his head.

"Kakarott," the Saiyan no Ouji's voice was hoarse, and Goku vaguely remembered the prince screaming his name an instant before their world went white.

"Nani?" It was all he could manage through the labour of trying to steady his breathing.

"You can power down now," there was a slight chuckle, "I don't think you're going to need to fight for awhile, anyway..."

Goku drew his dark brows together. What the hell was he talking about? With more effort than should have been necessary, the large Saiyan turned his head to look at his prince.

Had he not been so content, part of him would have resented the other Saiyan for the ability to go Super Saiyan without conscious thought. He met the other man's blue eyes and felt the momentary quickening of his pulse. The sight of his golden haired lover was highly arousing to the Saiyan prince and he swallowed hard, regaining his composure. He cocked his head to the side as Kakarott's bright eyes widened.

The tall man's surprised expression transformed into a grin as he flipped himself over onto his back, adjusting Vegeta to straddle his midsection.

"I'm not the only one who needs to power down, Vegeta." The prince scowled. Was Kakarott mocking him? He knew the prince couldn't achieve that level of power...

Kakarott laughed and an image of himself, sitting on the taller man flashed into his mind. He started, sitting up straight on the other Saiyan's stomach and studied the picture of himself.

His normal obsidian hair was dyed a brilliant golden hue. And his eyes...his onyx eyes had discarded their glittering black in favour of a dazzling ocean blue. Vegeta was pleasantly shocked and found himself returning Kakarott's stupid grin.

"I had no idea..." he whispered, gazing down at his muscular body, then blushed, painting his cheeks a delicate pink. All of his hair had gone gold at the change.

Goku relished the sight of his golden prince.

He looks so regal like this. More like a king than a prince. Goku sat up, facing his mate. Vegeta was looking down at himself in wonder and the larger man smiled affectionately, slipping his arms around the smaller man's narrow waist.

"That's the second time you've done that, you know..."

"Nani?"

"Become a Super Saiyan. You did it yesterday when we fought, and when we..." The large Saiyan's voice trailed off with an embarrassed cough.

Vegeta's blue eyes traveled up to meet his own and Goku was overcome with a flood of loving emotion toward his prince. He leaned forward before the little prince could think to object and caught his silken lips in a beautiful kiss. The tall man purred softly as the Saiyan no Ouji snaked his lithe arms around his neck, his fingers exploring the gentle upsweep of his sun coloured hair. Vegeta's tongue was both controlling and yielding as both men vied half-heartedly for dominance over the other. The tall Saiyan was more relaxed than he had been in years and he could feel Vegeta's version of that sensation radiating off his body as he physically unwound.

Goku broke the seal of their lips reluctantly and moaned quietly as he savoured the lingering taste of the Saiyan prince.

Mmmm...love your taste, Vegeta...

His eyes were still closed; his fingers remained in Kakarott's hair as he allowed the man's powerful scent to engulf his senses. He slid his bright eyes open slowly, lying lazily against the sculpted chest of his mate. The other Saiyan was maintaining a low, calming purr that was lulling the prince into a dazed stupor.

"Do you know why, Vegeta?" the Saiyan no Ouji glanced up, a little irritated by the interruption of his lethargy.

"Nani, Kakarott?" Vegeta mumbled. What the hell was he talking about now? It couldn't be important enough to disturb him from his lazy state.

"Why you went Super Saiyan yesterday. I know how hard you've been working at that and you seemed to do it effortlessly when we were fighting. I just wondered how."

Vegeta scowled in thought, pushing himself up to a straighter position. How was it that he always ended up on Kakarott's lap? Yesterday...it seemed ages ago that he had fought the other man in that life-determining battle. Yawning, the Saiyan prince shrugged.

"I have no idea, Kakarott. With everything that has happened between now and then, I haven't exactly had the time to ponder it."

Goku nodded. He could understand that. The thought wouldn't have entered his mind either if he hadn't had the golden Saiyan sitting comfortably on his thighs.

Suddenly it wasn't that important--Goku yelped, unsettling the annoyed Saiyan.

"What the hell's the matter with you, Kakarott?"

His teeth chattered as he gripped the startled Ouji around the waist and scrambled to his feet.

"We just ran out of hot water."

Vegeta threw the other man a towel from the rack and began to rub himself dry, beginning with his calves. The room was filled with thick steam from their shower that slowly dissipated as they toweled off in silence. The Saiyan prince raised his head, shaking his wet hair--and stopped dead. It took him a moment to realize that the blonde Saiyan staring back at him wasn't Kakarott, or another man, but his own image reflected in the mirror on the bathroom wall. He walked to the looking glass, staring in awe. It was true--he had reached the level of Super Saiyan. And he was holding it with barely a cursory thought.

He followed the soft rustle and movement of the man behind him in the mirror before turning around. Closing his eyes, the small Saiyan swallowed and allowed his power to drop down to a normal volume. There was no use holding it if he could not get it back. As long as he could summon the energy when it counted, and not just when he was fucking Kakarott, Vegeta would be satisfied.

Goku secretly watched the prince as he analyzed his image in the hanging mirror. As the other man came to the decision to finally power down, the tall Saiyan followed suite, his golden hair settling back into black.

The prince tossed the wet towel on the hook beside the door as he walked through it into the other room.

"I assume you brought me clothes." The Saiyan prince wasn't asking him a question, but rather telling the man to find him something to wear.

Goku grinned as he trod into the bedroom, his tail flicking behind him. Some things about Vegeta were never going to change.

The Saiyan no Ouji fingered the silk crimson button down with an amused smirk.

"So this is what you've decided I should wear..." He slipped it over his shoulders with a glance back at Kakarott. The taller man was blushing slightly, but the lustful look that crossed his face made it very clear that he was not sorry about his choice. The delicate material caressed his shoulders and it fell over his form in cool waves as he pulled it on. Starting at the bottom, his deft fingers made easy work of the small, red buttons.

"At least you've got better taste than that idiot woman."

Goku laughed softly as he walked to the small closet situated in the far wall.

"Yeah, well, I had to dig for them, but I finally found them hidden in the back." He heard the prince snort behind him.

"Not hidden, baka. You should know that woman's not worth arguing with." The tall man chuckled. Translation: Vegeta went out to train one day and came back to find a closet full of clothes.

Pulling out a pair of faded blue jeans and a shirt, Goku turned...just in time to see tight black leather pants cover Vegeta's soft, supple backside. The large Saiyan closed his mouth and swallowed when he realized he was staring. Unfortunately, the prince took that moment to look over his shoulder.

"See something you like, Kakarott?" the Saiyan no Ouji purred mockingly, making a small tear in the seat of his pants and threading his tail through it. He was tempted, truly tempted by the prince's taunting offer. It wouldn't take much to rip the silk off his body, maybe a bit more for the leather...

Goku growled and muttered a curse under his breath, shaking out his jeans and shoving his foot through the leg.

I don't know how the hell I'm going to stand to be around him and the others. I can hardly keep my body under control when he looks at me, let alone touches me...

Vegeta tucked the ends of the shirt into the waistline of his pants, guiding his tail through the rip he had created in the black fabric and buttoning the front. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the Ouji pulled on the black boots with a sadistic smile. Kakarott really was entertaining, though he almost wished the larger Saiyan had accepted his subtle offer. After all, he hadn't been completely joking...

The Saiyan prince shook his head, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to the elbow. Kakarott was going to want to talk to the others, the Ouji just knew it. The knowledge was gnawing at the edge of his mind. Vegeta got to his feet with a sigh, adjusting his feet in the leather boots he had only worn once or twice, when the mood had struck him.

When he turned to face his counterpart, Vegeta had to resist the urge not to undo more than just the top button of his silk shirt--Kakarott was making it very hot in the room.

The denim jeans were worn to a comfortable sky blue and hugged the muscles of his sculpted thighs. Kakarott's green sleeveless t-shirt was a little too small on the thickly defined physique of the larger Saiyan. It brought well-deserved attention to the man's strong, corded arms, the curving strength of his neck. Vegeta purred softly as he crossed his arms and studied his mate. He looked ruggedly handsome in the simple clothes and the sight of his long brown tail swaying behind him was hypnotizing and seductive to the smaller man.

Goku bent to tie his sneakers. He was almost grateful for his building nervousness about confronting his friends--otherwise he would have serious second thoughts about leaving the Saiyan no Ouji in his provocative attire. As it was, he was silently dreading the confrontation with his friends and family.

The tall Saiyan straighten and looked into the onyx eyes of his mate. He could see the lust, the desire to possess, the strength, the royal bearing that Vegeta bore so well all reflected in their bottomless depths.

"You look good, Vegeta," Goku whispered sincerely to his mate. "You should wear such things more often. They suit you." It was true--the leather and silk were physical representations of the prince himself; soft and sleek and dangerous, both in body and in mind.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Kakarott," The Saiyan prince commented with a smirk. "It's such a pity that we have to rush off..." That unspoken invitation again.

Damn you, you know you tempt me, Vegeta...I don't know how I can want you so much...especially after that stunt you pulled in the shower... but I have to straighten things out with Gohan...

Vegeta's natural scowl deepened and his tail snapped in annoyance at Goku's silence.

"Fine. So where is the little brat?"

Goku ignored Vegeta's terminology and closed his eyes, searching for the ki signature that he knew as well as his own. In a moment, he opened his eyes.

"He's with the others--at Kami's lookout."