Crazy Life

Chapter 11

The two welcomed the rest of their guests including Chichi and that new neighbour that Goku had befriended, their last guest to arrive was Broly, who the fuck invited him? Vegeta glowered at Bulma while his darling husband was talking to Broly as it had been a while since they last saw him.

Vegeta sighed watching Goku talking to the guests, at least he wasn't trying to befriend raccoons; he knew the bastard was feeding Leon behind his back. He found it adorable that Goku would act all innocent assuming he was unaware.

He then saw Broly coming over to him, the fuck could this two sided personality fucker want with him and he groaned in annoyance as the fucker in question approached him.

"Well Mr. Vegeta this is a wonderful party and so many good choices for food," Broly smiled at him and offered his hand to shake.

"Yeah whatever fuck off,"Vegeta scoffed at him before tapping the bastards hand away.

Broly gripped Vegeta by the collar of his top and glared at him."You dumbass where the fuck are the cheeseballs you cheap bastard!" he snarled in his face then let go and shoved him into Goku.

Surprised by what he just heard Vegeta gaped at him then looked over his shoulder at Goku who looked just as surprised, who the hell did this grandiose bastard think he was threatening him at his own home?

"The fuck did you just call me?!" Vegeta bared his teeth at Broly and was about to lunge forward to smack both personalities out of the asshole. He felt something holding him back and flared his nostrils at Broly's smug grin as he walked past him.

Goku waited for Broly to be at a safe distance before letting his husband go, he gulped as he could hear Vegeta's grunt in annoyance and was afraid to make eye contact with him as he spun to face him with a glare. Perhaps he will bottom tonight to make up for it, that would be a good way of making up to him. He thought to himself and rubbed the back of his neck as Vegeta shot him with a death glare.

"You let him speak to me like that, and then held me back from smacking that prick!" Vegeta clenched his fist. The audacity of it all.

"I'm sorry babe, but I didn't think it would look good if you went assaulting our guests."

"He started it!"

Goku let out an audible gulp and took a step backward. As fucking hot as it was seeing his husband seething in rage with him he had to keep his dick under control. They had guests over, and for once, he wanted to prove that he and Vegeta could of course behave at social events.

"I can't believe you stopped me from kicking his ass!" Vegeta pouted and folded his arms, some people have the utmost nerve.

"Look... if you want I can bottom tonight," Goku said with slight uncertainty in his tone, he smiled awkwardly as Vegeta raised a brow at him.

"Kakarot if you think making such a promise is going to make me change my mind about kicking that fuck wits ass into next week then-" he smirked while he inches himself closer to Goku and gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer towards him so that their mouths were just touching. "You are correct," his smirk widened as he whispered it between their lips and pressed his lips firmly against Goku's.

Goku returned the kiss while mentally hoping Vegeta gets drunk enough to forget what they had agreed to. He really wanted to pound Vegeta's ass more than getting his own pounded into oblivion.

They made their way towards the hot tub and sat on one of the benches that were around it. Vegeta glared at anyone who went near the tub with food in hand, the glare was enough to make them scurry back into the house to eat the food. No fucker was dirtying his hot tub, party or not he was not allowing it.