Vegeta settled into something like ease. He took care of his son and his quasi-son. They grew and grew stronger. He loved his mate, his wife, his queen. He trained alone or with Kakarot. And though he felt he'd hit a wall, it didn't seem as important to him now that he had the woman in his life, healthy and fertile, as long as fate granted him such a gift.
There never seemed to be respite from some idiotic fight or other, but it was easy to grow stronger with his family as a motivator. He would become a god if necessary to keep his mate and his son(s) safe. And that thought turned out to be prescient. When Beerus found him again, all Vegeta remembered was the fear the cat-god of destruction struck in his father's heart, but now all he could think was how much he wanted the taciturn deity to train him. It took some doing, but he and Kakarot again found themselves locked together, this time in a struggle for divine strength.
Vegeta had to say some farewells beyond the most important one before he left for Beerus's home planet. He touched down outside the bar he and Piccolo frequented due to the fact that the patrons no longer said much about Piccolo. Vegeta stood in the courtyard, looking around for his best friend. His best friend who was somehow still unwed despite all Panchy's meddling years earlier.
An unexpected blow crunched his nose and sent him sprawling onto his ass, muddying the novel he had in the back pocket, one Panchy had just given him! He launched to his feet, but screeched to a halt before slamming his fist into Piccolo's fang-bearing, glowering face. Piccolo grabbed his arm, his stupid fucking left arm, yanked it around and twisted it up behind his back.
Vegeta squealed. "No, fuck, no, I'm out of senzu and I leave the day after tomorrow!"
"You are a fucking huge dick, you know that?"
"Fuck, I can't know anything when my shoulder is about three threadbare scraps of tendon from popping free permanently!"
"I should tear your fucking arm off! See if you can regenerate!"
Vegeta wracked his brain for what possibly could have pissed Piccolo off enough that he was threatening dismemberment. "Is this about how drunk we sent Seventeen home after last book club? Because that was all him!"
"Are you fucking serious? You don't even know why I'm mad?"
"No!"
"Then you're an even bigger dick than I thought!" Piccolo shoved him forward, and he stumbled, barely catching himself he was so off-kilter from being attacked by his friend for seemingly no reason.
Piccolo straightened his button-down, adjusted his collar, his fedora, and jabbed Vegeta in the chest with a long, clawed finger. "Huge, pestilence-filled cock-face is what you are! I know why you only have one friend! This is why!"
"What?! I have four friends! Five if…if you count Kakarot!"
"You are the fucking worst!" Piccolo hissed and pushed him again. "How could you do this? And then you invite me out for a drink like it's just no biggie? You stupid asshole!"
He seized the front of Vegeta's shirt and Vegeta raised his arms to block, but only earned another shove. Piccolo deflated and said, "You can buy my fucking drinks. And I'm getting top-shelf. And then I'm going to punch you again to make myself feel better."
Vegeta didn't question his disgruntled friend. He thought he'd get a couple good quality high-balls of vodka into him first. Piccolo ordered and said, "He's paying. And not in a 'get to fuck me later' kind of way. In a 'he's a huge jerk' kind of way." The bartender looked confused, terrified, but also intrigued.
Vegeta's face heated. "Was that really necessary?" he grumbled as they slid into their usual corner booth.
Piccolo's eyes were pure fury. "Years. Years I have been fucking trying to make this happen."
"Punching me and getting me to buy you a drink?"
"Drinks, plural. And no! You dick!"
"Stop calling me a dick and tell me why you're calling me a dick!"
"Because you're a shitty friend!"
"So you've said, but you're the one punching me and extorting top-shelf liquor."
Piccolo slammed his palm on the table so hard that their drinks jumped a few inches in the air and a crack formed. He waved his hand over it and fixed it with magic. "I finally got him to pick a fucking date and you agreed to it! You're supposed to be there! You're supposed to be my best man! Instead, you're fucking off to space with a gristly, overgrown cat and the dude who you spend more time with than you spend with me or your fucking wife! You are a huge, selfish, piece of shit, asshole motherfucker! No, I take that back, a tiny, itty-bitty, small-dick selfish, piece of shit, asshole motherfucker!"
Vegeta felt the color drain from his face. Sweat ran in rivulets down his sides. He'd gotten so distracted and excited to go train with Beerus and Whis that he had blocked out what was supposed to happen in six months. When he wouldn't be back. "Oh shit."
"Well, that's one fucking thing you could say."
"I'm sorry, Piccolo. Fuck."
His best friend glared and gulped his drink. "Get me another one so I can not hate you."
Piccolo got wasted and Vegeta got berated, until the big Namek's wrath turned into despair. "I don't want to get married without my best friend, my only fucking friend, at my wedding! You might have all sorts of fucking friends you tiny jerk, but I don't!"
"Piccolo, you have lots of—"
"I don't need your fucking platitudes! I need you to be at my wedding!"
"Is he open to moving it?"
Piccolo frowned and his eye twitched. "I don't know. I don't even want to ask! Do you know how hard it was to pin him down on a fucking day? Do you realize we've been engaged for like four years?!"
"I do. Let me talk to him. I want to fix this, Piccolo. I don't want to miss your wedding either."
"You could also just sac up and ask Goku to IT you back for the wedding. I'll even invite Whis and Beerus. There'll be good food. Lots of good food. Panchy is really into wedding planning and she's gone crazy since we set the date."
Vegeta hated ITing with Goku. It remained one of the realms in which he was inferior and had no clue how to catch up. That stupid clown wouldn't teach him. But he could do this for his best friend. His only true friend. Well. Scratch and Panchy were friends. He thought Seventeen was his friend. "I'll handle it. I'll be there. Can you make my tux when I get here?"
"Yeah, but you better be here for my bachelor party and the fucking rehearsal dinner too!" Piccolo's words slurred. Now that the issue seemed resolved, his face melted into a big, fanged grin. His nose wrinkled up. "I can't believe he's finally gonna marry me."
"He better or I'll murder him. This wouldn't be an issue if he hadn't been such a pain in the ass about it. Even Panchy's meddling couldn't speed things along."
"Turns out he and Eighteen got snatched by Gero at a wedding, so he's kind of, uh, triggered, but between your wedding and Gohan's wedding, he's come around to the fact that it'll be fun. I hope. Oh fuck, what if it's not fun? What if our wedding sucks?"
"You've put Panchy in charge, yes?"
"Yeah."
"It won't suck. It will be amazing. And if it does suck. Then you suck a lot to fix it."
"I don't suck!"
"Then you're a shitty fiancé!"
"What?" Piccolo squawked. Realization dawned on his face and he giggled into his hand. "Ooooh, yeah. Okay. Yeah. I do suck."
"Good man."
Piccolo drank well beyond his limits, vacillating between joy that Vegeta would be at his wedding, that he was finally getting to marry Seventeen, and terror that he would fuck it up somehow. Vegeta helped him out onto the street after last call.
"Sorry punch nose, 'Geetie."
"It's alright. Thank you for leaving my shoulder intact."
"B gonna have 'nother baby?"
"What? Gods, Piccolo, I doubt it. It's been years. Trunks is a teenager. No. I think that ship has sailed."
"Maybe you should ask. Since goin' 'way." Piccolo slumped and Vegeta slung him over his shoulder as he passed out.
He flew his best friend home and Seventeen met him outside, leaning against the door frame. "You're a shitty friend, Vegeta."
"Gods, you two are tag-teaming me."
"Why do you let him get this drunk?"
"I was buying. He doesn't normally get this drunk."
"Did you fix whatever you did to piss him off?"
"Yes. I believe so."
Piccolo surged upright and launched into Seventeen. The android caught him with his ghost of a smile. "Hey, baby, I drunk. 'Geetie gon' come wedding."
Seventeen narrowed his eyes at Vegeta. "Ohh…Now I know why he was pissed. We can just move the date—"
"No! I'll be back. Kakarot can IT me. Plans are in place. I'll be here. It will give me a great excuse to see the woman so I'm not without her for so long." Vegeta took off before Seventeen could find a way to weasel their date later.
"Woman?" Vegeta called as he touched down on their balcony. He remembered that it was the middle of the night and cringed that he might have woken her.
But when he stepped inside their bedroom. She had on a royal Saiyan cape, knee-high boots, and nothing else. She reclined on the bed, her fingers brushing her clit sensually. "Well, well, finally home, my king."
"Holy fuck," Vegeta breathed as she laid back and put her heels up on the edge of the bed. "Where on Earth, literally, did you get that?"
"I made it," she said, "Being mated to a genius and an engineer has perks, my king."
"Gods, you are a fucking phenomenal queen." Vegeta dropped to his knees between her sexy calves, clad in deep red leather that matched the velvet cape. Glinting in her cleft was a silver flange of a butt plug with the house Vegeta crest in rubies. Vegeta wanted to worship his queen until the second he left.
He took her fingers in his mouth, sensually sucked her wetness off them, and suckled her clit until it was hard. Her pussy trembled she was so close after only a few minutes. She clutched at his hair. He pressed his tongue inside her, leaving her clit untouched to bring her back from the edge. She whimpered.
"My queen," he purred against her slick folds and dipped his fingers inside her. He coaxed and teased at her opening until she pleaded for him.
"What is your command, my queen?"
"I want you to fuck me, my king. Fuck me royally," his mate said with a smirk and hooked her boots behind his hips.
He gripped her thighs, let a little chi zing into her pussy, and scooted forward so he could sink himself in her slowly. "Is that a decree? Or do you wish to take counsel from your king?"
"I wish to take cock from my king." She twisted to tug his balls gently as he thrust into her.
"As your king, I believe that this," he bent to touch the base of the plug, "shouldn't be neglected when it can bring you so much pleasure."
"Oh, it…it is…" his mate panted and spread her legs wider. He had noticed since he made his wish that some of her flexibility had returned, she didn't rub her knuckles the way she used to in the morning and he was pleased that the wish had possibly saved her from the human suffering of arthritis, a thing unknown to Saiyans or any other species he'd come across.
"You were touching your pretty pussy when I came in woman, do you want to touch it while I come in you? Or do you want me to come on you?"
"I do love when you come on me, my king. Not that I don't trust your wishes."
He sank his prick in her slowly and withdrew as she pressed her fingers to her clit. She pulsed her fingers fast and watched his body as he flexed and tightened his muscles for her. He tugged on the plug and let chi thrum into it so it would vibrate, which felt exquisite for him and he hoped for her as well.
"Come on me, my king, my bad man," she breathed.
"Yes, my queen," Vegeta said, his pleasure rising to meet the sweet, heated spasming of her warmth. He withdrew himself and his seed coated her folds as she clenched in her ecstasy. She used the slick to pleasure herself even more, and he thrust back into her, eager to get her off a second time.
"Vegeta, oh fuck, I already…I already came before you got home! I can't go again."
"I do like a challenge, my mate," Vegeta said, and bent to suck her nipple.
The wet grip of her on his cock was so delicious that he pistoned into her, using chi to vibrate his thumb on her cum-drenched clit. She gasped and bucked up to meet his thrusts as she screamed, "Holy fucking shit!!!"
She writhed beneath him, her cape rucked up around her shoulders, and her boot heels digging into the top of his ass. Gods she was perfect. He kissed her, palmed her breast, and teased the nipple as she came down. "I love you, my beautiful queen."
After a few deep breaths, they eased apart and cleaned up. She shed her royal garb and climbed into bed, pulling him around behind her to cuddle. He buried his face in her short, fragrant hair and breathed her comforting scent. A brief, sharp longing for another child speared his heart, but he pushed it away. He didn't want to ruin their parting with desires he knew she didn't share.
"Mmm…You have a good time with Piccolo? Did you two get into a bar fight? You look like you took one right in the nose. What human could hit you? Are you that wasted?"
"What!? No! Of course no fucking human could hit me!"
The woman elbowed him softly in the belly. They both laughed. "Well, you use unseemly methods, lulling me into complacency by fucking me so perfectly, my queen. No, fucking Piccolo hit me."
"Why? Oh gods, did you piss off your only friend by going to hang out with your boyfriend off-world?"
"My boyfriend? What the fuck!? I don't have a boyfriend!"
"I'm kidding, Vegeta, but I wouldn't be surprised if Piccolo was a little jealous of how much time you spend with Goku."
Vegeta pushed up to sitting and looked down into her eyes, grateful for Saiyan sight. "Are you jealous of how much time I spend with Kakarot? We're training, it isn't as if we're bonding or fucking or even, I don't know, enjoying each other's company!"
"Honey, settle down. I'm not jealous of Goku, I have plenty of things to keep me occupied. Well if it wasn't about your boyfriend, what was it about?"
"Oh gods, well, I guess it was in a way. I…I sort of forgot. That…I'd be gone…"
"Oh shit, his wedding! Well, couldn't you just IT back with Goku for a few days?"
"Yes, that was the solution we arrived at. I feel like a shit that I didn't realize. Half the reason he was mad was that I hadn't even put together why he was angry."
"Oh, jeez, Vegeta, aren't you his best man?"
"Yes. Gods. I've got it handled. I'll just take the clown-taxi back to Earth in a few months. The biggest silver lining is a conjugal visit with my glorious queen."
"If you would stop being dumb about holding your boyfriend's hand, you could visit me more frequently."
"Stop calling him my boyfriend!"
The woman giggled in the dark, kissed his mouth, and snuggled back against him. "I hope you were nice to Piccolo. He's been a high-strung, hot fucking mess since they picked a date. Who knew that Piccolo and Panchy would be the ultimate wedding mavens?"
"Honestly, I never saw any of this coming. I never imagined my own wedding let alone anyone else's nuptials. Hmm…I wonder if I could get Kakarot to take me to New Namek and pick up some kind of…Namek…thing for their wedding present."
"Goku would do whatever you ask. He just wants you guys to be besties."
"Oh gods, do you really think so? Maybe that is the issue. Piccolo did seem a little pissed about how much I train with Kakarot."
"Oh please, Piccolo would be bored stupid training all the time, that is not where his heart is at."
"Oh?"
"You know he's been coaching Trunks and Ten's soccer team, right? And that he babysits Pan three days a week?"
"I…did…not."
"Honey, you and my mom drink too much. Be a better friend when you come back from Beerus's."
"Are…are you happy with me? That you mated with me?"
The woman rolled in his arms and gazed into his eyes. She smiled so genuinely that his insides melted. "Every fucking minute. I'm really going to miss you, but I know how important this is to you."
"I appreciate you being supportive."
"Don't be gone too long, alright?"
"I won't. But you better be ready to get royally fucked when I come for the wedding."
"I will be well past ready at that point, my king."
Vegeta laughed and squeezed his mate gently, kissed her shoulder, and let her drift off to sleep. But he laid awake, wanting that time with her, just near her. A part of him hated himself for going, for leaving her when they had so little time, but another part feared an even more dreadful foe appearing, and him being helpless to save her and their son. He had to be stronger.
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