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Goku wakes up and stretches with a huge yawn. He rubs his eyes and doesn’t immediately notice something’s off. In fact, he feels just the opposite. He feels great! He stumbles sleepily into the kitchen and lets his hands grab at whatever they can to stuff his face.
It moves behind him, swaying lazily and still he doesn’t notice it. It isn’t until he walks outside and soaks in a little sunshine and it moves a little more happily in big sweeping strokes that he finally sees it. “Oh!” He spins around in surprise and turns in several little circles trying to get a better look at the fuzzy appendage.
He finally catches it in his hand and smiles as he runs his fingers through the fur. “Well hey there! When did you come back?”
He furrows his brows as he tries to think of anything he’d done differently in training, but nothing comes to mind and he lets go, letting it swish this way and that. “Huh.” He crouches into stance and runs through a few Katas to try and test it out until he feels Vegeta’s Ki suddenly flare and light up. He stops and looks off in the direction of Capsule Corporation.
“Oh, wow he’s movin’ real fast.”
So fast that Goku doesn’t have time to prepare before Vegeta is suddenly crash-landing in one of his fields and sprinting up to him with an ecstatic smile. Which looks kinda weird on him. He can’t smile without still looking a little evil, he thinks with a snort as Vegeta suddenly takes a hold of him.
“Kakarot! Our tails!”
He shakes Goku excitedly as his tail whips through the air behind him. “We have our tails back!” He circles Goku and confirms that, yes, Goku does in fact have his too. “Did you wish for them? I didn’t think—” He laughs as he tugs on Goku’s, still in disbelief that they’re real, but the little yelp from Goku as he jumps away proves that they are.
“Sorry.” Vegeta chuckles. “I’m just so shocked. When did you do this? And, if you don’t mind me asking, why? ” he says with a mischievous growl and a finger on Goku’s chest.
“I, uh, I didn’t—” he says, trying to keep Vegeta (and his hands) in view as he keeps trying to circle him. “I didn-ahunh?! Vegeta, what was what? Stop!” He yanks his tail away from his sparring partner’s hands with a tinge of embarrassment in his cheeks because that time whatever he did didn’t hurt at all. It felt good. And weird. And—I’ve never felt that before. He holds his tail with both hands to keep it from moving around without his permission and Vegeta furrows his brows at him.
“What do you mean? Why would we just—someone had to wish for them. That’s—right? How else…?”
“Well, it wasn’t me,” he says, still trying to make sense of whatever that feeling was as a flush of heat rushes through him. “It… it wasn’t you?”
Vegeta blinks, like the idea had never once occurred to him, that he didn’t even consider the possibility they could be simply wished back until it just happened one day. “I—no,” he admits. He rubs his chin thoughtfully as he considers their situation. “Maybe… hn. I think our sons may have been responsible.”
“Oh.” Goku nods. “Ok.” He stands and feels a little awkward tension still because he doesn’t know what to say to that or… what to say to Vegeta right now. He wants to tell him he’s never seen him smile that big and it was kinda cute—er, wait, no, I don’t want to tell him that. What?
“Well, shall we try to get to the bottom of this?” He extends his hand.
“Uh… Oh, yeah. Sure.” He shrugs, takes Vegeta’s hand, and prepares to teleport them to the suspected Kis. “You want me to go to Trunks or Goten first?”
Vegeta raises a brow. “Are they not colocated?”
“Uhh… Oh yeah, never mind they are.” He catches a confused look on Vegeta’s face. “What?”
“Nothing. On second thought.” He pulls his hand away from Goku’s warm, sweating palm. “Maybe we should fly.” He pulls out his phone and taps out a quick message before gesturing to the sky.
“Sure…?”
“It would be rude to just… appear,” he mumbles. “I messaged Trunks and gave him a heads up that we are on our way.”
“O-okay,” Goku says a bit bewildered before following Vegeta into the air.
On their flight Goku trails slightly behind, still caught off guard by the whole morning. He looks down and notices Vegeta’s tail is wrapped around his waist. It draws attention to his body in a way Goku hasn’t noticed in a while by accentuating how small his waist is in comparison to his shoulders. It also reminds him of their first fight. When he first laid eyes on Vegeta. When he first saw him, and his tail. And his cute little waist. And his sexy— “What?!”
“What?” Vegeta looks back, startled.
“Nothin!” Goku quickly directs his eyes forward instead of at Vegeta’s spandex lined buttcheeks. What the heck is goin’ on with me today? Not that it’s the first time he’s had thoughts like that about Vegeta, but they weren’t usually so… plain, just open like that, with words. They were usually just flashes of soft feelings. At least, that’s what they had been towards the end of their stay in the time chamber for three years. He swallows as those feelings come flooding back under the bright light of the sun where he can’t escape them.
When they land, Vegeta says something about how he noticed Trunks has been asking him a lot about tails in recent weeks, but didn’t think anything of it. “And I—” He stops as he looks at Goku.
Goku looks down at himself. “What?”
Vegeta’s cheeks are suddenly crimson and he avoids eye contact as he stammers with a strange little smile. “K-Kakarot. Your tail,” he says quietly.
Goku turns and looks at it, watches it swish this way and that for a moment. “Yeah? What about it?”
Vegeta chances a glance at Goku before letting out a soft huff of laughter as he watches Goku’s tail. “You’re—I didn’t expect—you’ve never said—it’s just very… forward. Of you… and I…” He clears his throat. “Don’t know what to say,” he confesses with quiet honesty and a blush so handsome Goku’s heart skips.
“W-what’s forward?” he asks, enamored by Vegeta’s fluster.
“Uh…Your—you don’t…?” His brows furrow as he considers something then he frowns and looks away into the grass. “Never mind. Just… just wrap your tail,” he scolds softly.
“Oh, okay.” Goku’s tail argues with him for a second but eventually complies and wraps loosely around his waist.
Vegeta stares at him for a moment or two with a troubled expression before shaking his head and walking into the house.
“Trunks!” he calls as he walks towards the kitchen.
“Whhhaaat?” his son drones in annoyance. But he is wearing his father’s smirk when they find him.
“What the fuck is this?” Vegeta points to their tails.
Trunks reveals his with a mischievous grin. “A pleasant surprise.”
Vegeta deadpans. “A what?”
Trunks shrugs. “Ask him.” He gestures to Goten with his tail. “I just woke up like this.”
Goten sinks with embarrassment into his bowl of cereal as Vegeta approaches him with suspicious narrowed eyes.
“Ooh yours is purple!” Goku says in wonder.
“Yeah!” Trunks admires his own tail for a moment before looking at Vegeta’s and Goku’s with knotted brows. “Ok weird, yeah yours don’t match you either, I thought Goten was just a secret brunet or something.”
“Huh?”
“They’re brown. But your hair is black. But check it ouuut,” he sing-songs. “Have you tried going Super Saiyan yet?”
“No? Why, what—Oh wow!”
Trunks’ tail turns gold as he transforms and Goku immediately follows so he can see if his own changes as well and it does. “Wow! Vegeta! Look!”
Vegeta is already looking, his attention was captured as soon as he felt the power-ups. He and Goten both, who had been in the middle of what was a very awkward conversation that Goten was quickly losing, forget their words and stare at the two Super Saiyan tails in the kitchen. Goten’s eyes are locked on Trunks, Vegeta’s on Goku. Both their mouths drop open just slightly. Goku can’t quite figure out the expression on their faces, but it looks… the same, whatever they’re thinking, it’s the same thing. He’s sure. He’s about to ask what it is, but the moment only lasts for a second.
“N-no Super Saiyan in the house!” Vegeta snaps suddenly, but without any genuine anger when he finally manages to get a hold of himself and they both obediently drop out of form.
Trunks rolls his eyes. “Such a killjoy.”
Vegeta crosses his arms and scowls at his son. “Well, since Goten, here, informed me that he wished for them in order to—” he air-quotes—”’improve training,’ guess what you will be doing every day with your new tails?”
Trunks sighs. “Nooo~”
“Starting toda—”
“Has to be tomorrow,” he interrupts. “I have a meeting in like”—he looks at his phone—“ten minutes. And then I’m booked for the rest of the day. So, see ya. Tomorrow.” He gets up and winks at Goten before leaving to go down to the labs.
Vegeta turns to Goten who is awkwardly tapping his index fingers together. Goku smiles blankly at his son.
“H-hey dad…”
“Were you really the one who wished our tails back?” Goku asks with a bright smile.
“Yeah… just… wanted to get more in touch with my Saiyan roots, y’know? Heh.”
Vegeta tilts his head doubtfully as he slowly repeats, “Your Saiyan… roots…”
“Yeah, an’ I jus’ thought it’d be… rude to only wish back mine.” He laughs awkwardly. “So… maybe you should be thankin’ me instead grillin’ me,” he mutters quietly.
Vegeta crosses his arms and doesn’t bother to hide the plain disapproving judgment on his face.
“Well, sure, thanks.” Goku chuckles as he snatches an apple off the counter with his tail and takes a bite. “You tried sparrin’ with it yet? I was thinkin’ it’s been a while since we last—”
Goten rolls his eyes a little as he continues to sink away from Vegeta’s glare. He pulls out his phone. “Oooh would you look at that, that’s crazy, I’m super late. For a thing. Haha, sorry we’ll have to spar later!” He quickly pushes past his dad and is gone from the compound like lightning.
Vegeta clicks his tongue. “I will find out the truth behind this flagrant misuse of the Dragon Balls. Though I have a feeling I’m going to regret it.” He smirks as he looks over at Goku and sees him rubbing the back of his neck, looking off towards the direction Goten took off in. Sometimes he still doesn’t know how to interpret Goku’s foreign body language, but the tail, that suddenly made it so easy. Vegeta finally has a clue that Goku’s normal bubbly persona is completely deflated because he can see his tail hanging limply behind him. “Are you… alright?”
“Huh?” Goku turns and it gives Vegeta an inexplicable rush of warmth to see how all of him, even his tail, perks up and swishes back and forth with just a few words. He never knew Goku was so affected by him. But his tail makes it impossible not to see now. “Oh, yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m gonna head back home, I think.” His tail droops a little.
“You didn’t want to test them out? We could spar in the gravity room,” he offers. “Or…” He watches as Goku takes a hold of his tail with both hands a little shyly and considers it.
“Actually, I gotta lotta chores I need to—Let’s—let’s spar tomorrow.” He lets go of it with a half-smile that Vegeta can now see is… a lie? Kakarot lies?
He hates that he is only now, finally, with the help of an additional limb, able to read Goku’s expressions clearly because what the fuck have I been missing all these years? And why is he upset all of the sudden? Ten minutes ago he was just broadcasting to ME, out of fucking NOWHERE, that he wants to—! “Are you su—?”
“Oh! Yeah, yeah!” Goku waves him off. “Jus’ got a lot to do with the fields today. Didn’t expect to wake up with all this!” He laughs as he wags his tail around, but… it’s so obvious now. He’s … bothered by something. Vegeta wants to say something more but he doesn’t know what. He’s so put off-balance by this is an entirely new aspect of Kakarot to interpret. Before he can come up with something Goku has two fingers to his forehead and disappears.
Vegeta stands alone in his kitchen nonplussed over the whole morning. He pours himself a cup of coffee as he tries to process everything. Then, he immediately tries not to process everything because—Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’tFuckingThinkAbout—
”Fuck~” He slouches against the counter with a little whine. “A golden tail?! Uhg, Kakarot. You’re killing me. And what the hell was he saying with it earlier? What the fuck was that? Was I seeing things? Or did he really—Fuck.” He rubs his forehead and decides he needs to process that over a very long hot shower.
***
Vegeta confirms that his son’s ki is five levels below ground, buried deep in paperwork and his other adopted son’s ki is far far away from west city, hiding, before turning on the shower and hanging up his towel.
He raises a brow at his already semi-hard cock and curses over being so easy to please. But he shouldn't expect any less, it’s been a while since he’s had any time to himself like this, and he knows if he doesn’t take advantage of it, he’ll be snapping at every living thing for the next few weeks and hard after every damn fight he has with Kakarot, until he inevitably breaks down and debases himself with a stranger in some club somewhere, even though he swore he’d stop doing that. And I have! …For the most part.
Sometimes he still has the reckless urge to drown himself in meaningless physical distractions from the pain of grief he’s still struggling to digest.
He swallows as he turns the dial to its hottest setting and steps into the steaming shower. He shivers as water hits his back and runs in warm streams down his back, soaking into the fur of his tail. The missed, familiar sensation almost has him in a state of elation. He moans out softly and lets the pleasant rush of warmth and stimulation thrum through him. It’s been so long since he’s felt it.
The phantom limb sensations he suffered with for years after his tail was cut off and still got from time to time were almost always incredibly painful, not like this. Ohh…fuck, not like this. “Hnnn~” He shows his tail how much he missed it by rinsing and washing and running his hands along it with care.
He is completely hard before ever even laying a hand on his cock and watches it pulse with excitement as he remembers all the sensitive spots on his tail with his fingers. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He whines softly as he leans his chest and face into the cool tiles and squeezes at the base of his tail, making his cock throb.
He’s not usually this sensitive. But he also doesn’t usually have his tail. He lets out another soft moan as he starts running both hands along his missed limb. His cheek presses hard against the tiling. He hears it cracking and he curses, very reluctantly easing up on his tail. It wasn’t going to be satisfying to cum just from that anyway, although it is tempting. He’s put this off for far too long, he needs to do this right. His tail wags in agreement. And how can I not after seeing him like that?
Vegeta sighs over the image of Kakarot standing in his kitchen with that stupid smile on his face, illuminated like the sun from head to tail. He relaxes as he turns and slides down to the floor. He finally strokes himself, testing his limits and finds he is already so close. He bites his lip and tips his head back as he massages himself, working his hand down his shaft, until he is cupping his balls and then sliding his fingers back further, and they do slide.
He is slick from his tail to his thighs and feels his tail twitching, as he feathers his fingertips over his entrance. He tenses at first, because it’s been a while, but looks up with a deep inhale and opens his legs granting himself better access as he slides his hips forward. He exhales deeply with relief as he finally gives himself what he wants. He works himself slowly, mindful of how close he is, because this is just the beginning. He is just warming himself up as he thinks about how much hotter Kakarot suddenly is with a tail.
Not that Vegeta didn’t already think Kakarot was fucking gorgeous. …Even though he’s a dumbass. “A stupid, hot, fucking dumbass-unhh, yess,” he hisses to himself under the hot water as he curls his fingers against his prostate and rubs very slowly making all of his nerves light up.
He hasn’t fantasized, actively (because sometimes Kakarot does make guest appearances in his dreams), about Kakarot in a long time. And when he used to, his fantasies were often violent, jealousy-fueled, hate-fuck fests. Sometimes, they were even worse than that. But he sort of likes the idiot now; appreciates him; gets along with him; finds him easy to be around, and his good humor has made him crack a smile on more than one occasion. He doesn’t see him as a threat anymore, as an enemy. He doesn’t really know what he sees him as. And now isn’t really the time to be thinking about that.
Now is the time to be picturing him. Golden. “Hah,” he pants. Tailed. “Unh—” With his clothes torn off. “Unf, yes.” He pushes in another finger and gently begins thrusting. “Fuck.” He closes his eyes and suddenly he is on planet Namek: the location of nearly all of his fantasies about Kakarot, with the remaining ten percent being shared between the great canyon where they first met and the gravity room.
He bucks up against his fingers as he pictures him there, lighting up the dark sky behind him. Except this time, Vegeta isn’t angry. He doesn’t hate him. “Unh, Gods, no, I don’t—” He feels just awe and wonder and pride.
And fucking desire.
“Yess, yes, fuck yes .” He lets go of his cock and soft wet fur quickly replaces his hand, wrapping tight enough to promise not to let him finish too soon. He moves his now free hand around to where fur meets skin and tips his head back against the tiling as he teases himself to the brink. And he imagines Kakarot walking up to him, glowing and golden and tailed, asking, “Is this what you want, Vegeta?”
He chews his bottom lip as he nods to no one with half-lidded eyes.
It is so very unlike the last time he had this fantasy many years ago, as he imagines Kakarot casually, easily stripping him of his clothes, as he willingly lets himself be laid out on his back in the cool grass, as he lets Kakarot smother him with Saiyan warmth, breaking only to pull away with a sweet laugh and shy blush that is so welcomingly Goku, not Kakarot.
“This is a little different from the other times, isn’t it?” he whispers softly against Vegeta’s ear with a smile as his hands rake up Vegeta’s sides.
“Yes,” he admits quietly. “And it’s so much better.”
“I think so too,” Kakarot says with a nip at Vegeta’s jaw before kissing him again and brushing over his body with sensual sweeps of his tail.
Vegeta’s legs are shaking as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of himself, occasionally curling them towards his throbbing cock. Precum drips down his shaft and all he has gotten to is fucking kissing… He whines as he pictures himself flipping Kakarot over and relishing the shock in his eyes as he straddles him and grinds against him, wrapping their cocks with his tail, squeezing, stroking, rubbing, comin—
“Ah! Fuck! N-No!” His eyes shoot open as he quickly pulls his fingers out and forces his tail to constrict around his cock until it is almost too painful to bear. He pants heavily. Just in time. He almost came. But not yet! Fuck! Not yet. The water is running only lukewarm now, so he stands and shuts it off. This isn’t really what he wanted anyway. He knows what he wants, he’s just procrastinating because he can’t believe he wants it so badly.
He doesn’t dry off as he steps out into his bedroom and keeps his tail wrapped around his cock as he searches through a drawer still dripping wet. His hands skim over a few things he and his wife accrued over time to keep the ever-burning flame between them bright and fed. They fiddle and search until they find something that looks about the right size. Because, of course, he has seen Kakarot naked before. Everyone has. He rolls his eyes.
It is still stuck in the hip harness his wife used to wear for him on occasion after he very frankly admitted—with a few drinks in his system—that, no it’s not that he doesn’t like being the one tied up, it’s that she can’t even fuck him when she ‘has him at her mercy’ so what’s the point?
Their sex life got a lot more fun after that, not that it had ever been boring or unsatisfying, it just scratched that itch a little more… thoroughly. Because who doesn’t like to get completely dominated by their hot, beautiful wife from time to time?
His hands shake a little as he fumbles with it and frees it from the metal ring and leather strap holding it in place. He lets his tail unwind before falling back on his bed and staring up at the ceiling as he holds it to his chest with a little reserved embarrassment. He glances at it and asks himself is he’s really going to fuck himself to the thought of Kakarot. His face burns as he indulgently lets the silicone toy glide down his abs past his cock, which pulses at the contact.
“Fuck, I haven’t been this turned on in years .” He closes his eyes as he lets his tail take a hold of the toy and press it against his balls and then between his cheeks. His teeth catch his bottom lip as he reluctantly spreads himself and gives himself a few moments of mental preparation while his tail dutifully coats the toy in plenty of the slick now practically dripping from him.
His breathing is shallow and his eyes flutter just slightly as he finally breeches himself. His breath hitches as it slides in easily past his guard. He starts slow and steady as he imagines Kakarot handling him like a nervous virgin would. Not rough, not yet. He eases himself into a smooth rhythm that quickly has him arching his back and reaching back to grip the bed frame. His toes curl and he is already close again. “F-fuck.”
He reaches down and shamelessly puts not one, but several, ki rings around his leaking cock because he can’t let himself cum yet. Not yet~ They squeeze a little more precum out of his shaft and he watches it drip down his cock as his tail continues to piston the toy in and out of him.
And then he is back in his fantasy. Totally consumed by the image of Kakarot hovering over him, pressing his leg back with one hand to fuck him while the other holds Vegeta’s wrists tight to the ground above his head, using his golden fucking tail to jerk him towards completion, with his teeth in his neck, his lips on his jugular, his breathy grunts in his ear, his fingertips digging in.
Vegeta chokes back a desperate moan as his hands begin to bend the metal frame they are grabbing onto for dear life and he realizes this isn’t enough. This is too soft for Saiyans. Even for Goku. He fights harder than this. He must fuck harder too. He quickly turns over to his hands and knees and imagines Kakarot snapping his hips up to his own before relentlessly pounding into him. That’s more like it.
Before long he is nearly suffocating himself with a pillow, but it’s the only thing he can do to mute the cries of pure unadulterated bliss now streaming from his open mouth as his fucks himself fucking stupid with raw uninhibited Saiyan speed and power. He wants to come so badly it hurts. It hurts so good. He feels like all of his ki is pent up in his shaft and if he doesn’t find relief soon he’ll explode and take the whole fucking galaxy with him.
He spares a glance at his cock as it jolts in rhythm with each thrust. He watches as it spurts with precum when the toy hits his prostate. He groans with tortured pleasure as one by one, he releases the ki bands around his cock. He hesitates on the last one. He waits. He lets himself get demolished, completely and thoroughly fucked. He pants and writhes and shakes on his hands and knees, ripping at the sheets balled up in his fists as he imagines Kakarot unleashing himself, his strength, his pride, his Saiyan Side on Vegeta and giving him the fight they both need.
But it isn’t a fight. They aren’t arguing or wasting time trading blows. There is nothing antagonistic at all between them in his fantasy. It is just both of them giving and receiving everything they have and both of them completely melting into it.
“Unh~ Vegeta.” Kakarot’s voice is cracking. He is close. Exactly as close as Vegeta. “I want you to go Super Saiyan too. I want to see it. No, I want to feel it.”
And that is the moment his fantasy breaks him. The ki band doesn’t disappear, it snaps. And golden light floods his room as he comes, screaming, into the mattress, milking his cock harder and faster than he ever has before.
It takes him a moment to catch his breath and he is still panting when he finally sits up. He is light headed and a little dizzy but manages to convince his limp exhausted tail to summon the energy to pull the toy that is still deep inside him, out. He winces as it slides through him and drops it unceremoniously at the end of the bed. Then he collapses onto his back.
He throws an arm over his face and wipes some of the sweat away with a look of surprise. “Holy shit.” His head feels clearer now that compulsive urge to fuck or die is satiated. He has no idea where that came from. And it was so sudden. “What the fuck was that?” The end of his tail curls loosely up and down with light thumps on the bed. He looks at it. “Whatever it was, it was your fault. Tch. And Kakarot’s.” His heart finally comes down to a steady beat as he thinks maybe he should avoid Kakarot for a few days because it might be awkward to look at him and have his most recent memory of him be the most incredible sexual fantasy he’s ever had. He hums over that being a good plan until he remembers
“Fuck!” He opens his eyes and scowls at the ceiling. “We have a fucking spar tomorrow.”