The married life.

Chapter 11

Whilst Vegeta was working, Goku spent his time off doing the school run and some shopping before dropping Gohan off to his parents. He even bought his mother flowers for she was so close to beating the shit into his mother in law, and he was grateful she managed to hold back. Both Raditz and himself knew to never upset their mother, they recall seeing her getting into a fight with another parent for insulting her children and husband. People see her as timid, but she is far from it, and from a young age Goku knew it was best to never get on her wrong side.

Vegeta  returned from work ready to attend his sons parent teacher evening. He was welcomed by his husband who had a mischievous glint in his eye, that caused him to raise a brow in suspicion.

"Mind changing into these for me?"  Goku grinned as he pulled out a pair of leather trousers from a bag.

with a slight grin he grabbed the trousers off him to study them, before looking back at his husband. "What's in it for me?"

"Whatever you want."

"Hm," he studied the trousers again, running his fingers over them and smelling the fresh leather. Fuck, are they going to be tight to wear. He recalled times Bulma would buy him outfits expecting him to wear what she chose, and he hated it. Looking back at his husbands hopeful eyes, he knew it wasn't anything malicious about it.

"Please, I just want to show off how hot my husband looks and with those on...well, I think they'd look good on you," he grinned as his cheeks started to glow crimson.

Vegeta couldn't help but smile at how openly honest Goku was being. He didn't want to upset him, besides he enjoyed the fact that his lover enjoyed showing him off still. "Only because you asked so nicely," he leaned in planting a kiss on Goku's crimson cheek, before heading off to his room to get changed. Ten minutes later, he walked out wearing the leather trousers with a tight top. He grinned seeing Goku stood mouth ajar near enough drooling at the sight, if they didn't have the meeting to go to, he'd happily allow his horny husband to ravish him into next week.

"Okay, now I just want to fuck you.." Goku wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, he bit his lip as Vegeta strolled past him heading towards the door. The trousers hugged perfectly around his backside, the things he'd do to that ass.

"Control yourself, we got this meeting to go to," Vegeta raised a brow seeing Goku in a half dazed state.

Goku simply nodded and awaited for Vegeta to carry on walking ahead, after all, he wanted a perfect view.

Finally at the school hall, there were tables and chairs spread out with teachers awaiting to speak to the parents individually. Goku and Vegeta were sat opposite Gohan's teacher, who was wearing a tight blouse that hugged around her breasts. That bitch knew what she was doing, no wonder many kids had nose bleeds during her lessons. In fact the pair had stared a couple of times trying to work out if they were fake or not.

"So you must be Gohan's parents?" She smiled so sweetly, mostly focusing on Vegeta.

"Yes," he raised a brow at her as she kept her attention on him.

"Do you do much outside of work?" She bit her lip scanning her eyes over his body, much to Goku's disapproval as he was now sat arms crossed glaring at her.

"Why?" Vegeta raised his brows, he knew exactly what she was playing at, watching his husband getting all flustered with it did tickle him.

"Just wondering if you do much outside of work, I mean you work right?" She slid her hand to knock her pen off the table. "Oops, my pen fell, mind picking that up for me, you may need to 'bend' a bit to get it."