Patience: Comfort

Patience
By Pixelgoddess

Summary Vegeta has had his eye on Goku for years, but isnt willing to make the first move. Will either of them bend?

This started out life as a series of one-shots, with required sentences first Why did you stop?, then Ive been waiting a long time for this and You wouldnt dare. Now look what has happened its taken on a life of its own.

Pairings oh please I almost never write anything but Goku and Vegeta. What do you think? Warnings This is me you are talking about expect smut and angst, pretty much in equal measure. With enough sap to thin it out. Goku/Vegeta. Sex. Kissing. Smut. Yaoi. (Does everyone know what that means?) And now that the cat is out of the bag mpreg. A disclaimer too? *sighs* Would I worry about paying my bills if I owned them? Hell, if I owned them, there would have been more naked Saiyans, more sex, Goku would have saved Vegeta, and the prince would have been the one to pound the lizard to a pulp.

Chapter 9 - Comfort

Vegeta remained in his mates lap, arms still looped around Kakarotts neck. He could easily free his wrists, but for the moment he was unwilling to move and risk disturbing Kakarotts temporary ease. Instead, he breathed in his aroma, the tang of his mates throat rich on his tongue.

Kakarott was still completely relaxed, arms wrapped around him, his embrace all-encompassing. Vegeta could feel the buzz in his brain that told him Kakarott was feeling happy and content. He was sure his mates undefined anxiety would return eventually, but Vegeta made a silent plea for the moment to be delayed.

He didnt know why Kakarott had not completed their bond and apparently neither did Kakarott. It was frustratingly hard to push past that final barrier keeping them apart. As a result, moments like this were to be savored.

Are you alright? Kakarott finally whispered, his embrace easing.

Mmm, he agreed, pressing closer, trying to keep Kakarott from withdrawing. Perfect.

Kakarott chuckled and soothed a hand up and down his spine. The palm of his hand glided over his tail spot and Vegeta shivered, arms and legs curling even more tightly around his mate.

Youve never done anything like that before, Vegeta rumbled, slipping his hands free of his bonds with as little movement as possible.

You never let me! Kakarott protested. Youre always so impatient.

He nipped at Kakarotts ear, So now I have seen the error of my ways.

Kakarotts soft laugh rumbled through him, blending with his gentle purrs. You? Admitting a mistake?

Ill admit a lot of things after good sex and that was very good sex.

Kakarott laughed out loud and tried to squeeze him tighter. Vegeta noticed he wasnt entirely successful his mate had expended a lot of ki in the course of his seduction. He feltprivileged that Kakarott would do that for him. With the way his mates ki flowed lately he would have had several comfortable days before his ki would begin to dip, but he gave those days of energy to Vegeta.

He felt Kakarotts acknowledgement of that with his deep sigh, his entire body seeming to slump in Vegetas arms.

You overdid it, didnt you? he said softly. At least he would have the pleasure of holding his mate as he fed Kakarott ki, helping him restore his strength.

Mmmmm, Kakarott agreed. Tired.

Theres no sense in going back right away; we could stay here and let you rest for awhile. Kakarott had chosen well this location was shaded and secluded and the ground was cushioned by deep green moss.

Okay, Kakarott said, his voice small and soft. Vegeta experienced a powerful surge of protectiveness at the realization of how vulnerable his mate was at this moment. He disentangled himself from Kakarott enough so they could lie down, Kakarotts head cradled on his shoulder, their bodies tangled together. Vegeta brushed his palm over his mates tail spot and sent ki flowing through him. He was rewarded with the usual shiver and contented sigh, the reaction making this one of the favorite things for him to do for his mate.

In the past he had gotten a sense of Kakarotts surprise at his behavior, and the way Vegeta enjoyed caressing him, but had quickly gotten used to it. Kakarott drifted off to sleep, purring softly as Vegeta trailed fingertips over his mates cheek.

He didnt allow himself to sleep, instead continuing to feed Kakarott ki as he kept watch. No humans had come near them so far, but they had been through this area in the past and there was no way to be sure they wouldnt return at some point. Usually he wouldnt care they were no threat to either of them most of the time. However, with Kakarott vulnerable like this he would not leave him unguarded and unprotected.

It surprised him at times how easy it had been for him to settle into his role as Kakarotts mate. He figured it was partly because this type of bond was what he had been used to growing up; he had cared for Bulma, but their relationship was different. Knowing how his mate actually felt was a new experience and it seemed right to him even if he was still getting used to it. He doubted Kakarott realized how difficult it had been for him to open his mind and actually allow him in, but he didnt regret the decision. He just didnt understand why Kakarott, who had been so open with everyone else, couldnt seem to do the same for him.

He tried not to think about why Kakarott had not completed the bond, telling himself it would happen in time. But it was so damned frustrating! Had the pregnancy taken this from him? If things had been different and he hadnt gotten Kakarott pregnant would they be mated now? It was impossible to know. He would be lying to himself if he said he didnt wish they had taken more time, and gotten more comfortable as a couple first. Six months together before the huge change caused by Kakarotts pregnancy wasnt nearly long enough.

Worse yet, Kakarott was becoming increasingly subject to nightmares. He either couldnt remember or wouldnt say what they were about, but they seemed to echo the fear he felt emanating from his mate. Hed finally come to realize the fear wasnt of Vegeta, but he couldnt help but wonder if he was somehow associated with it. Even asking straight out what was going on got no reasonable response; it was possible Kakarott himself didnt actually know what was bothering him.

He wondered with more than a little jealousy if Kakarott had shared his fears or concerns with the Namek. It disturbed him at times to realize Piccolo and his mate shared a type of relationship he struggled to create himself. He knew Kakarott hadnt had sex with the Namek although it wasnt impossible to happen someday. In spite of Piccolos lack of sexual organs, as the Namek himself had said, he had hands and a mouth.

Kakarott stirred as Vegetas ki spiked in annoyance, disrupting the even flow of energy to his mate. He silently apologized, forcing himself to be calm and Kakarott relaxed again.

It was stupid of him to be jealous of the Namek. So what if Piccolo seemed better able to communicate with Kakarott than he could? They had been doing so for years and nothing had ever happened. Of course it would take time for Vegeta to gain that ability. In the past, most of his conversations with Kakarott had been about fighting or strategies or hell even their wives and kids. But talk about themselves? That was rare. Every time they did he was reminded how unusual and difficult it was. It wasnt that he was unwilling he just didnt know how to start; it seemed to take a crisis for either of them to actually say anything.

Vegeta snapped alert, his musings interrupted. After a minute a young man in hunting attire appeared at the edge of the clearing, quickly followed by several others. They spotted Vegeta and Kakarott curled naked around each other and froze. Vegeta nearly smirked before he realized they were glaring in unhidden disgust. He glowered back at them and increased the protective ki surrounding his mate. There was a moment when he expected a challenge or at least a remark, but they soon faded back into the woods, grumbling to each other.

Vegeta? Kakarott murmured. Whats wrong?

Nothing just some humans. Go back to sleep.

Kakarott ignored him and pushed himself up, glancing around. I forgot it was hunting season. It might be a good idea to go home. I can IT us there now.

Vegeta shrugged he was content to stay here, but if Kakarott wanted to leave he didnt object. Its up to you.

Kakarott grinned at him before looking thoughtful. We could get shot at by accident. Without bright clothes we could be mistaken for game.

Vegeta raised his eyebrows in amusement. Is that why you wear orange? So you wont get shot?

Kakarott laughed a moment before Vegeta drew him down for another kiss. He couldnt resist touching his mate, especially when he was happy like this. When he finally released him, Kakarott was panting and breathless.

Take us home then I feel the need to take full advantage of your helplessness and have my way with you.

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It didnt work out quite like that. Kakarott truly was tired and needed to rest and eat before Vegeta felt he wasnt taking unfair advantage of his mates temporary weakness.

Vegeta smirked and dropped his shirt and pants on the bathroom floor, spending a moment to kick them into the corner. Kakarott was fed, cheerful, and relaxed, humming to himself in the shower. Vegeta pulled the curtain aside and stepped in, admiring the view: long back, powerful shoulders, great ass. He had started to show the stomach muscles softer and less defined, with a small curve changing the shape of his body.

A mate like Kakarott was worth the effort. Even Bulma had not needed him as much as Kakarott did now and he felt a heady rush of protective pride for his mate.

Kakarott looked at him and he felt that thrill of affection race through his mate a feeling that was worth all the crap they put each other through. He hoped it wouldnt be too much longer before Kakarott recovered his ability to read emotions. His mate was suffering from loneliness and he sensed a buried fear of something. Kakarott had begun to worry too much and there was little Vegeta could say to change that.

Vegeta picked up a washcloth and put it in his mates hand, smirking.

Kakarott smiled back, understanding without being told and began lathering up Vegetas hand, carefully cleaning each finger, smoothing soap over his palm before gradually working his way up his arm. Vegeta watched his face as Kakarott smoothed the cloth over his skin in silence, his touch gentle. They had done this many times before, usually ending with one or the other pinned to the wall as their body was ravished. Not this time there was worship and care in his touch, but none of the playful sex they were used to.

He finished and looked at Vegeta, still unsure. His ki low, he always seemed to be so much more hesitant than usual, questioning everything he did. He could feel the underlying tension as Kakarott constantly struggled uselessly with himself, trying to control something that currently wasnt under his control. Vegeta had been surprised to realize Kakarott derived much of his identity from his overwhelming strength and with it temporarily gone, so was his confidence.

After the misunderstanding at the Lookout they had managed to talk about Kakarotts concerns, but Vegeta was sure he didnt understand how fiercely protective it made Vegeta feel. Fiercely protective and at the moment very aroused.

Vegeta brushed his fingertips over his mates cheek, You can say no, you know.

Kakarott made a happy little smile, I know. I havent. I wont.

Good, because it is my turn, he grinned back. They didnt still really take turns that had been to get Kakarott to realize he was fine with either position during sex. Hed learned early on that humans had some strange ideas about top and bottom and he didnt want Kakarott to fall into that bad habit.

Kakarott grinned back and blushed slightly he still did that when he thought of sex with Vegeta. I wish my ki was higher he said wistfully.

Considering why it is low today, Im glad it isnt, Vegeta smirked. He gently propelled his mate until his chest was against the tiles and the water beating on his back. Now I have to decide how to best return the favor.

Kakarott twisted his head back to look over his shoulder. You really dont mind?

You worry too much. Vegeta smiled and brushed his fingertips over Kakarotts tail scar; his mate shivered and gasped involuntarily. He was tempted to tell Kakarott how much he enjoyed having him weaker than him, if only temporarily. After having struggled for years to best Kakarott, there was a part of him that was finally silenced now that his mate was so dependent on him.

Sometimes I dont understand you, Kakarott whispered, eyes closed as Vegeta began rubbing his back. I thought strength was so important to you. How can you not mind?

He didnt answer right away, instead smiling to himself as Kakarott relaxed under his hands and echoed his soft rumble of a purr.

Kakarott I was brought up with respect admiration even for tasans. As difficult as things might be for them, they were highly valued by our society. Those who chose to become pregnant were always mated by choice. You cant force mating on someone. Since youve become pregnant Ive done my best to learn what I can about tasans. I do know this the change in your ki is normal and nothing to be ashamed of.

Oh he said, obviously flustered.

Vegeta leaned close and purred in his ear, You are my mate first a tasan second and I will do everything in my power to take care of you.

Kakarott rested his forehead against the tiles and made a sound that might have been a response or it could have been a groan as Vegeta reached around and teased his nipples with ki.

Trust me Vegeta whispered, his hand slowly sliding down Kakarotts back to rest on his tail spot. He used his hand to feed ki into his mate and smirked at the gasp and instinctive arch he made.

Kakarott groaned again at another wave of ki.

He pressed their bodies together, guiding Kakarott to the wall where he uselessly clutched at the tiles as Vegetas hand trailed lower. The hot water from the shower streamed between them, the flow adding to the pleasure of Kakarotts body next to his. You are my mate, he breathed in Kakarotts ear, willing him to understand the intensity of meaning behind the word. Kakarott groaned and pressed back against him, the movement eliciting an answering cry from Vegeta at the friction of his cock against his mates heated skin.

Kakarott moaned and writhed against him as Vegeta continued to tease him, gliding a hand over his hip to stroke his cock once before returning to his tail spot, fingertips dancing over the sensitive area. Vegeta wrapped an arm around Kakarott, palm over his heart, feeling it pounding against his fingertips. He gently sent a pulse of ki in time with each beat, gasping as it radiated through his mate with the flow of blood in his veins. Kakarott emitted a strangled cry at the waves of ki flowing through him. He could feel Kakarott struggling with his ki, trying to keep it at a level that his mate felt was acceptable, but with little success.

Relax Kakarott, he whispered. Stop fighting it. I will take care of you. He hesitated when Kakarott did, his deep inhalation as he tried to follow Vegetas suggestion loud in his ears. Keeping his touch gentle, he was surprised and pleased to feel Kakarott struggling less with his ki.

Vegeta gently turned his mate around and drew him down for a leisurely kiss. Carefully, not wanting to abuse his trust, he took Kakarotts wrists in his hand, the hold light enough to be only a suggestion. He felt no objection from his mate, and reaching over, he turned off the water and began to back out of the shower, drawing his mate with him. Kakarott followed, only hesitating when he left the steamy warmth of the bathroom for the cooler bedroom.

Vegeta looked back at him, confused for a moment, until he realized what was wrong. His ki low, Kakarott was much more sensitive to temperature changes and more subject to feeling cold. He moved back to Kakarott, still keeping his hold, and wrapped his free hand around his mates waist. Catching Kakarotts eye, he grinned and flared his ki, surrounding them both, drying them instantly.

Better? Vegeta asked.

Umhmm, Kakarott agreed, bending down and kissing him, practically melting against him.

Vegeta curled even more protective ki around his mate, groaning with pleasure at Kakarotts heavy purrs. He could feel Kakarotts cock against his flesh and felt him trembling in response at each wave of ki he sent flowing through his mates tail spot.

Kakarott protested when he finally drew away, stepping back to resume their journey to the bed.

He grinned, If we kept that up, Id never get you to the bed. Kakarott flushed at the thought as Vegeta coaxed him into sitting on the edge of the bed. He studied his mate, trying to decide where to start; the decision was pleasantly difficult.

Before he could make up his mind Kakarott glanced down at his still captive hands then quickly looked up at him with a sly look on his face. You could kiss me, you know. I promise not to tickle you.

Vegeta smirked at him, Youd like that wouldnt you? He tried to figure out what Kakarotts reaction really was to not being able to use his hands and decided this was not the time to push him too far. He really was still insecure about his ki, and unlike their play in the woods, where Vegeta could have freed himself any time he chose, if Vegeta tightened his hold Kakarott did not have the strength to escape.

You know me I like to kiss you, Kakarott smiled.

So demanding, Vegeta growled in mock annoyance and released his wrists only to place a hand on either side of Kakarotts face, tipping his head up for a long slow kiss. He leaned closer to his mate, the smooth flesh warm against his, moaning at the feel of Kakarotts hands sliding up the backs of his thighs to curve over his ass.

When they separated, Vegeta was content to let himself be held in his mates embrace, head against his chest, feeling him breathe in his scent. Kakarotts own aroma of warm wood and green grass was rich in his lungs, his Saiyan musk tempered by warmth and gentleness.

The feel of Kakarotts flesh against his combined with his scent was an aphrodisiac a drug that made him desire his mate even more. A need to feel the length of Kakarotts body against his swept through him, the thought making him moan.

Vegeta, Kakarott whispered hungrily.

He stared down into the dark eyes of his mate and realized much of that desire came from Kakarott himself.

Lie down, he breathed, guiding his mate down until he was stretched out on the bed. Kakarotts eyes were on him, completely trusting, and Vegetas breath hitched at the wave of affection he felt for his mate.

This man, the greatest warrior of his race, had willingly allowed himself to be vulnerable and need the protection of others, accepting a challenge Vegeta wasnt sure he could have faced himself. For a Saiyan warrior to voluntarily give up his power, even temporarily, was unusual another reason tasans had become so rare; the conflict Kakarott felt over his loss of ki was not uncommon and difficult to resolve. Not all tasans would willingly allow it to happen, so even before the destruction of their home the lines were already dying out.

He had long recognized Kakarott was special, challenging him in ways he had never considered. He brought out protective urges stronger than Vegeta had ever felt before. The part of him that wanted to roar a challenge to any who dared look too closely at his mate was shrinking he could sense Kakarotts emotions and knew there was no need for such jealousy. Kakarott needed and trusted him more than anyone ever had in the past. He swore he would do anything in his power to protect and care for his mate.

He slowly moved his hand down Kakarotts chest, not stopping until it was resting over the small bright center of ki that was their child. It left him breathless sometimes, completely overwhelmed by pride and awe to realize how much ki this child was absorbing from Kakarott, and how much potential strength it could have. Was it possible their child could surpass them both? Of course Kakarott felt weak at times here was his strength, funneled into and through the newest member of the proud Saiyan race.

What are you thinking? Kakarott asked, fingertips caressing Vegetas cheek.

He gazed at his mate a moment, trying to figure out how to put this rush of feeling into words.

How proud I am to have you for a mate, he finally said, pleased to see the bright smile cross his face. He let Kakarott draw him down for another kiss, long and slow and leisurely, full of more affection than need. Hed had many bedmates, but none who revealed themselves so much in a kiss. He savored the taste of his mate, tongues teasing, and content for the moment to do nothing but kiss his mate, allowing himself to drown in the emotions rolling off Kakarott.

He finally broke the kiss and stared down at his mate, noting the flushed cheeks. He swore he could feel the blood pulsing through Kakarotts body, following the flow with his hands, tracing it down from his heart. A spark of ki tingled on his fingertips as he traced a line down from Kakarotts shoulder to hip and he was rewarded with a shaky exhalation. Kakarotts hand touched his and in that moment he was overwhelmed with a rush of affection and desire for his mate. He needed Kakarott he gave Vegeta life and purpose; something he hadnt had for many long lonely years. He slipped the fingers of his free hand through his mates hair, recognizing with some bemusement the grooming motion, and smiled to himself at Kakarotts contented purr.

Vegeta grinned at him when Kakarott took his hand, allowing himself to be guided to his mates erection. He slid a fingertip over the large vein, feeling his mates pulse at the touch. Kakarott groaned and Vegeta curled his hand around his erection, stroking him slowly. Stretched out beside his mate, warm against his side, his other hand touched Kakarotts face, tracing his features, brushing his lips as they opened with a gasp.

Kakarotts hands were gripping his arm, clenched in the sheets, clutching and grasping for purchase as he arched and writhed against Vegeta. His ears rang with the sound of his mates cries, committing each moan to memory. He watched Kakarotts face avidly, noting each change in expression as his mates mouth opened and closed, his eyes wide and unseeing before squeezing tightly closed as pleasure so intense it left him breathless washed through him. He pressed his lips against Kakarotts, breathing in his gasps, kissing him passionately, stroking him more intensely as his mate neared his peak. Kakarotts entire body went tense against his, his groan turning into a scream of release that Vegeta felt on his tongue, racing through them both as Kakarott spilled into his hand.

Vegeta brought his fingers to his lips and tasted his mate, watching his face as he came back to himself, breathing returning to normal. Kakarott caught his wrist and drew Vegetas hand down to his mouth. He groaned as Kakarott licked his fingers clean, watching him the entire time.

Kakarott, I do believe I have corrupted you, he smirked.

Kakarott smirked back and sucked on Vegetas fingers. Are you planning on corrupting me more? he grinned, spreading his legs invitingly.

Definitely, he chuckled while his mate might not currently have the stamina to continue for hours, he definitely had the desire. Just not like that.

Kakarott looked at him questioningly, reaching out to touch Vegetas own aching erection.

Eh, eh, he said, gently pushing the hand away. On your side back to me. Even though Kakarott wasnt large yet, the changes to his body were already making it necessary to adjust their positions to make things easier; what was once simple was now putting more strain on his mate. Even if Kakarott made no complaint, Vegeta knew from personal experience how difficult some positions were to maintain, and made sure his mates body was put in as little stress as possible.

Aw, Kakarott pouted, No more kissing?

I believe you would be content to do nothing but kiss, Kakarott, Vegeta chuckled. Now shift over. Youre hogging the bed.

Kakarott smirked back over his shoulder, I like to do more than kiss but it is a good starting point.

Fine, Vegeta growled playfully, If I kiss you again will you move over?

Depends on how good the kiss is.

Vegeta bent over his mate, tangling his fingers in the errant spikes and proceeded to prove what a good kisser he was. Kakarott sighed and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He felt that pulse of need rush through his mate that was more than sexual, and he responded in kind, wishing Kakarott could feel it as much as he could. If there was anything that distressed him about their relationship it was that his mate had no idea how Vegeta really felt about him and there were no words powerful enough to describe it in any language he knew.

Kakarott was the one who finally broke the kiss this time, tipping his head just enough to gasp for air. That was definitely good enough, he finally breathed, moving over on the bed to give Vegeta enough room.

Im up for any challenge, Vegeta retorted.

Kakarott groaned, Ohhhh, you did not just say that.

Kakarott, Im surprised at you, he smirked, Hearing innuendo in such an innocent remark.

Thats because you corrupted me, he grinned back.

Vegeta ran a hand down the length of his mates side, coming to rest on his hip. I didnt hear you objecting.

Im not stupid. So how are you going to corrupt me today?

Vegeta moved nearer, his chest close against the long warm back of his mate, wrapping one arm under his mate, funneling enough ki through it to remain comfortable even with Kakarotts weight on it. He shifted enough for Kakarott to feel the friction of his erection against the cleft of his ass. I have all kinds of ideas all of them starting and ending with me deep inside you, he purred in his ear. He was very aware of how low his mates ki was, and how careful and gentle he would have to be if he wanted to have sex with his mate right now.

Good, Kakarott purred, moving his arms until they were caged by Vegetas, his wrist loosely held in Vegetas hand. Hold me. Dont let me go, Kakarott breathed, melting back against him.

Vegeta groaned at this passivesubmissive move of his mates, tightening his grip before he even realized he had done so. Kakarott was not submissive by nature, and the realization he did so voluntarily sent a surge of protective need race through him. The bond he had with his mate meant if Kakarott said no he would be mentally and physically incapable of proceeding any further by choosing him for a mate Vegeta knew at some level he had voluntarily submitted to Kakarott.

He carefully bent his mates leg, exposing him to his gentle touch and brushed slick fingertips over Kakarotts entrance, before gently easing his way into his mates body, carefully preparing him. Kakarott sighed and shivered against him when he located the bundle of sensitive nerves.

Finally satisfied his mate was relaxed and prepared enough to feel no discomfort, Vegeta stroked his own erection, emitting a shaky breath at the touch of cool oil against warm skin. He slid into Kakarott, his groan echoing that of his mates. The way Kakarott felt in his mind, against him, around him was overwhelming; for seemingly endless minutes all he could do was wrap his arms around his mate, holding him close, treasuring this moment, and committing it to memory.

I need you Kakarott, he whispered against the smooth shoulder of his mate. He heard Kakarotts answering breath and his own hitched at the flood of affection he experienced. Without conscious thought, he began to move, slowly, carefully almost lazily. He refused to rush, wanting this pleasure to last. Kakarott made a contented moan, surrendering to him completely, letting Vegeta set the pace.

He held Kakarott as close to him as possible with one arm and reached down to stroke his mates erection. Kakarott keened in pleasure.

When Kakarott leaned his head back, resting on his shoulder, Vegeta took full advantage of it. He breathed his passion in Kakarotts ear, tracing its curves and folds with his tongue. Vegeta carefully sent waves of ki flowing through his mate with each rock of his hips, wanting to hear more of his mates passionate cries.

The sound was intoxicating; Kakarott whined and sighed, Vegetas name broken down into needy exhalations. He could feel his own release building, his moans joining Kakarotts as their bodies moved together. He stroked his mates erection, skimming his thumb through the pre-cum gathering at the tip and felt Kakarotts body tighten around him in response. He shuddered with his mate, his cry of release joining Kakarotts.

Vegeta curled his arms around his mate, holding him close, while their breathing returned to normal and heartbeat slowed. Without conscious thought he sent a gentle flow of ki through Kakarott, restoring his energy. Kakarott sighed and twisted in his arms, making himself more comfortable.

I liked that, Kakarott smiled at him.

Vegeta smirked there had been no doubt in his mind. What a surprise.

Kakarott grinned, Cocky bastard.

Damn right.

TBC