In Your Dreams: Chapter 57

Goku's previous desire to train and impress Vegeta earlier that day had all but vanished, and the Saiyajin had wandered back into his bedroom after feeding Momoku with the intention of showering and changing into more comfortable clothing. For some reason though, Goku had instead ended up sitting in the corner of the closet he'd given birth in. The nest he'd spent months constructing had been dismantled and taken away days before, but the small space still managed to provide some comfort to him in a strange way. He didn't understand why, but he wasn't going to question it.

Goku was beginning to feel like an outsider amongst his own family and friends again, despite his best efforts to convince himself otherwise. Thoughts of simply leaving were beginning to creep into his conscious thoughts from the corners of his mind, and there were days when the idea seemed almost too appealing.

He'd grown so used to the solitude and lack of companionship during his years in the lab that he was finding it difficult to readjust to family life. It wasn't like the Saiyajin enjoyed being alone, but it certainly seemed easier most the time. Goku didn't seem cut out for the family life, and he certainly didn't seem to make a very good parent, as Vegeta had very pointedly made clear with his earlier statement. Maybe it'd be best to just cut his loses and go off on his own again.

All this... it was just too hard.

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''Sounds like Post Partum Depression. It's quite common.''

Goku furrowed his brow as he folded his arms over his chest and cast Victor a confused look. He'd decided to seek out the doctor to talk about his latest frustrations and to ask for advice on what to do about the situation, but the other man's response wasn't what he was expecting.

''What? I thought I already had that.''

Victor chuckled and shook his head. ''No, you already had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which is PTSD. PPD is something that occurs after delivery when your hormones are readjusting themselves. It's perfectly normal and should go away within a couple of months.''

Goku struggled to make sense of all the letters that were being thrown at him, and he drummed on the table he sat at with his fingers as he processed it all. ''Sooo... my feelings toward Momoku aren't really my own? It's because of this... PPD?''

The other man smiled and nodded. ''Most likely. I've heard of instances where new mothers wanted to throw their infants out of moving vehicles or drown them when they cried too much.''

The color drained from the Saiyajin's face, and his mouth dropped open in shock. ''W-what?! That's terrible!''

''Yes, it is, but it's rare that the mother actually does it. Most feel so guilty about their thoughts that they end up harming themselves instead.'' Victor paused for a moment and met the other man's gaze with his own. ''I want you to come straight to me if you have any thoughts of harming yourself, ok? We'll talk through it.''

Goku nodded absently as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck. ''Ok, but I don't think that's a problem. The only one I want to hurt is Vegeta.''

''Also perfectly normal.''

''Yeah?''

Victor smiled playfully. ''Of course. It's Vegeta. Everyone wants to hurt him at one point or another.''

Goku found himself laughing before he could stop himself, and suddenly it felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was glad he'd decided to talk to Victor rather than take off on his own. His thoughts were not his own right now and he doubted he could make rational decisions about things as important as his involvement with his family.

After the laughter had died down and a comfortable silence once again settled over the duo, Victor stood from his seat and walked around the table, placing his hand on the Saiyajin's shoulder. He smiled when Goku didn't even flinch. ''I'm glad you trusted me enough to come to me with your thoughts. That means a lot to me, both as a doctor and your friend.''

A slight blush crept over Goku's cheeks, but before he could respond, a third person announced themselves.

''What's going on in here?''

Goku blinked and twisted around in his seat to look at Vegeta, who stood in the doorway with a suspicious gaze on his face. His dark eyes pointedly zeroed in on Victor's hand, which was still sitting on his mate's shoulder.

The man in question cleared his throat as the air became thick, and he removed his hand and instead stuck it in his pocket, almost as if to save it from losing any fingers should Vegeta's glare actually be capable of shooting daggers. You never knew with Saiyajins, after all.

''Goku and I were just having a little talk. Everything is fine now.''

The prince raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest. ''Oh?'' He shifted his gaze to Goku. ''Anything I should know about?''

The younger Saiyajin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and he looked up at Victor for help. Luckily the other man took pity and spoke for him.

''I believe Goku is suffering from a case of Post Partum Depression. It should resolve on its own fairly quickly, however.''

Goku lowered his eyes to the floor as he subconsciously waited for the older man to throw a mocking insult at him, but the stinging words never came. He raised his eyes to his mate when he heard a low sigh.

''I figured as much. Bulma went through that with each of her pregnancies too.''

This caught the younger man's attention, and he turned more fully toward Vegeta in his chair. ''Really?''

The prince squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed at the space between his eyebrows as if he suddenly had a terrible headache. ''The onna would cry for hours at a time because she felt guilty over the fact she wanted to mail Trunks to Africa. And when Bura was born Bulma gave her to the cleaning robots. I found her sleeping in a pile of towels an hour later down in the laundry room.''

A sweat drop formed on Goku's forehead as he stared at the other Saiyajin. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or be horrified, though before he could decide which reaction to go with, Vegeta lowered his hand from his brow and cast his mate a devilish grin.

''Fortunately, I discovered an activity that helped distract her mind from her crazy thoughts.''

The younger Saiyajin felt a sudden wave of hope wash over him. ''Really?? What is it?''

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''Ompff!''

Goku bounced heavily as he suddenly found himself thrown on his mattress. Instead of answering his question, Vegeta had scooped him up from his chair and thrown him over his shoulder. He hadn't even had time to say goodbye to Victor before he'd been whisked away to the bedroom.

With a low growl Vegeta pounced and landed over top of him on all fours. The younger Saiyajin blinked up at his mate and opened his mouth to question his actions, but all he could do was let out a squeal when the prince attacked a ticklish spot behind just below his ear with his lips. Goku squirmed and instinctively batted the older man upside the head in an attempt to get him to stop, but his actions only seemed to amuse Vegeta, whose rumbling laughter only intensified the tickling sensation and made the smaller man's tail frizz out.

Fortunately for Goku the prince soon took pity on him when it became obvious his mate was unable to draw in a proper breath between laughing fits, and the older man gave the tender spot one final lick before drawing back to simply gaze down at the other Saiyajin.

Goku's face had become red during the attack, and he was panting heavily as he struggled to bring himself back under control. Nearly a full minute passed before he was able to speak.

''Wh---what was that?!''

The prince smirked at the indignant and flustered expression on his mate's face, and his tail waved behind him in excitement.

''That, Kakarotto, was foreplay.''

Goku's eyes widened in surprise as Vegeta's hands began to move down his body, and he squirmed against each gentle touch. The spandex he wore was like a second skin, and it did nothing to lessen the effects of each stroke of Vegeta's fingers.

The older man let out a deep rumbling purr as he explored his mate's body, secretly delighting at how responsive he was to his touch.

''Did you think I hadn't noticed, Kakarotto? It's not every day you strut around screaming sex.''

Goku yelped when a swift smack was suddenly delivered to his left flank, and he found his face turning red for an entirely different reason this time. The tingling sensation left behind by the hit seemed to migrate directly to his groin, and the younger Saiyajin suddenly began to feel very hot.

Vegeta chuckled darkly as he took note of his mate's reaction, and his nostrils flared with the sudden scent of arousal that began to flow off the other man. He trailed his fingers up Goku's side and to the center of his chest before fisting them in the thin material he found there and violently tearing the shirt off its owner's body.

''Do you want it rough this time, Kakarotto?'' the prince asked with a wicked smirk as the other Saiyajin shuddered at the sound of fabric tearing. Large dark eyes narrowed on his own, and Goku growled low in his throat before suddenly reaching up and fisting his own hand in Vegeta's hair. The prince found himself roughly pulled down into an almost violent kiss; a kiss that ended all too soon when the smaller man sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. The older Saiyajin moaned as blood bubbled up from his wound, only to be swept away by an eager tongue.

He had his answer.

After granting Kakarotto a moment to bask in his small victory, Vegeta slipped his arms beneath the other Saiyajin's and hauled him upright before roughly shoving him against the headboard. Goku's grunt of pain melted into a purr as the prince shoved his legs apart and pushed himself between them, pinning his smaller body in place with his larger one. Vegeta grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked his mate's head back before attacking the now exposed throat, and he delighted in the feel of the younger man's nails as they raked down his back, shredding his shirt in the process.

The prince knew this was what Kakarotto needed to get out some of his built up frustrations. He needed the intimacy coupled with violence and bloodshed. He needed to let loose and let his primal side out to play, and as Vegeta felt a set of sharp teeth puncture his shoulder, he knew his mate was doing just that. There was no holding back this time.

With an almost savage snarl Vegeta thrust his hips forward, crushing them against the younger man's and drawing another growl from his partner. Goku shook his head to dislodge the hand that was still buried in his hair, and his eyes seemed to flash with fire as he pushed himself away from the headboard and knocked Vegeta backwards onto his back. He was on him in a flash, and he settled his weight on the older man's hips and ripped what remained of the prince's shirt off in one swipe. Goku placed his hands on his mate's bulging biceps to brace himself before leaning forward and running his tongue over the newly exposed flesh. He traveled across the expanse of Vegeta chest and down his stomach before moving back to the place he started, and on his second trip, he began biting and nipping at random spots along the way. The combination of pleasure and pain sparked a new level of arousal in Vegeta, and Goku could clearly feel the evidence pressing against him.

Vegeta cursed when his mate bit his left nipple particularly hard, and he lowered his eyes just in time to catch the devious smirk that was cast at him by the younger man. Dark eyes traveled to Goku's bloody lips, and he watched, entranced, as a single drop of the ruby liquid ran down a pale chin.

''Fuck.''

Vegeta grabbed the other Saiyajin by the throat and hauled him up for another lip smashing kiss, and while he had his mate distracted, he twisted to the side and shoved Goku face down into the mattress before flipping on top of him and settling his body along the smaller one.

Goku growled, not at all pleased with having been so roughly thrown from his perch, but Vegeta was breathing heavily into his ear and grinding against him before he could voice his complaint, reducing him to a language of moans and pants.

''You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now.'' Vegeta rasped as he reached down and yanked Goku's pants down just enough to free his tail and expose his ass. The smaller Saiyajin grunted as his mate shifted his weight on top of him, but the sudden and familiar feel of Vegeta's arousal pressing against him once again quieted any complaints he might have.

The older man roughly ground his hips against the other man's backside, and he gripped Goku's hip with one hand and hauled them up a little as he settled himself across the smaller Saiyajin's back, placing his mouth just beside his mate's ear again. Vegeta brought his free hand up beneath Goku's neck and gripped his jaw, bringing the other's head back just enough so that the younger man could just barely see him from the corner of his eye.

''Do you want it, Kakarotto?''

The prince both felt and saw Goku's jaw tighten, but instead of answering the smaller Saiyajin only thrust his hips against him. The sudden motion nearly made Vegeta lose him composure, but he managed to regain control at the last moment and gave his mate a little shake before speaking again.

''I want to hear it!''

Goku growled in response and squeezed his eyes shut. His tail lashed through the air where it had managed to squirm free from between their bodies, and for a moment the older man didn't think he would get his answer; but then, after inhaling deeply through his nose, the words were forced through clenched teeth.

''I want it...''

Vegeta let a grin spread across his lips as he ran his tongue across the shell of Goku's ear.

''Hmm? I didn't quite catch that...''

A few muffled curses tumbled from Goku's mouth. ''Damn it, Vegeta! I WANT IT!''

With a low growl Vegeta drew his hips back and lined himself up before thrusting forward into an already well lubricated entrance. The tightness that immediately surrounded his engorged member coupled with the pleasured cry his entry pulled from his mate took his breath away, and he found himself struggling to draw air into his suddenly starved lungs.

The shock of pleasure made Vegeta lose his grip on Goku's jaw, and the moment he was free, the smaller Saiyajin sunk his teeth into his forearm. The jolt of pain brought the prince back to the present moment, and he drew his hips back and thrust violently into the man below him in retaliation. Sharp teeth only burrowed deeper, coupled by a muffled cry that faded into a low rumbling purr.

When Goku shifted his knees and lifted his hips on his own, Vegeta released his grip and instead used his free hand to brace himself over his mate as he thrust into his lover. The prince buried his face in the smaller man's hair, and he deeply inhaled the other Saiyajin's scent with each breath he took.

Though his teeth remained buried in flesh, Goku's purrs only continued to increase in volume. His back arched as the larger man penetrated him more deeply, and his thrashing tail somehow managed to find his mate's and intertwine with it. Each stroke of his inner walls sent a wave of pleasure coursing through his body, and it wasn't long before he tumbled over the edge. His own release seemed to trigger Vegeta's as well, because seconds later the smaller Saiyajin felt a sudden flow of hot liquid inside him.

For a moment neither Saiyajin moved, and Goku finally released his hold on Vegeta's arm and instead gently began to lap at the wound with his tongue. He waited patiently for the prince to move, and he enjoyed the feeling of his mate's breath as it ghosted through his hair.

And then, after inhaling deeply into his lungs, Vegeta gently eased his hips back until their connection was lost, making Goku wince only once before he resumed licking the bleeding bite wound on his mate's arm.

Without moving said arm, the older man shifted and settled himself against Goku's side, hugging the smaller body close to his own as his eyes grew heavy.

''Feel better now?''

Goku chuckled and swiped his tongue across Vegeta's still bleeding lip before giving his hair a light tug.

''Much.''

To be continue...