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Summary: Part of the "Lost and Found" universe.  Vegeta's on the verge of rut and needs to care for a wounded mate while also dealing with baby Yashi.
Warning: lemon, violent (aka: Saiyan) sex, rice

What Not To Do With Rice

by: katlynne

"Damn it Trunks! Could you at least get the kid and see what he's yelling about?" Vegeta shouted over his youngest son's howls.

It just wasn't fair. Here he was, stuck lugging Goku up the stairs to their rooms, Bulma was off who knows where and he was forced to deal with Trunks reluctance to dirty diapers. Vegeta huffed, shifting Goku so he didn't beam him again on the wall.

The day had started off normal enough. They had all eaten breakfast together, something Vegeta was getting used to. Goku had played tail games to divert him from what Bulma was saying, so when she grabbed a couple of suitcases and took off, Vegeta hadn't noticed. Trunks had smirked knowingly, then busied himself feeding Yashi. The baby had gurgled around the spoonful of cereal, ending up showering Trunks with the gloppy stuff.

"Trunks, I think Yashi is done eating. You want to change him and see if he wants to play for a while? Vegeta and I are going to train a bit." Goku said, grinning when Trunks made a face.

"I am not going near the tail end of the royal brat. You want to get him in a clean diaper, you do it." Trunks said, wiping cereal off his face.

Vegeta suddenly found something he had to do before they started sparring, listening to Goku yell at his retreating back. Before he made it to the safe haven of the gravity chamber, the big saiyan appeared in front of him, baby in his arms.

"Oof!" Vegeta said as he ran into the rock-of-Goku, better known as the big saiyan's chest.

"It's your turn." Goku growled, setting Yashi on the grass beside Vegeta while the prince tried to convince his lungs that breathing was a good thing.

Vegeta watched the tail of his mate disappear into the gravity room and smirked to himself. When he had first convinced Goku into moving into the CC complex, they had set some rules. One of them was, if they said they were going to the gravity room to 'train' that was a euphemism for 'wanting to be alone to have sex'. Everybody knew that, after a few interruptions at the wrong time.

Standing while snatching Yashi off the ground, Vegeta thought about what Goku was up to now. The big saiyan was prone to surprises, ones that Vegeta always enjoyed. The problem was the timing. Vegeta's rut cycle was starting and that made Goku more receptive to pregnancies. Usually they got Bulma to dose Goku with her version of saiyan birth control, but she had vanished and Vegeta couldn't remember if she had given his mate the drug or not.

Vegeta walked into the house, getting a good whiff of his youngest son and his diaper. Wrinkling his nose, the saiyan prince wondered what Goku was feeding the brat now. Last time he had smelled this bad was when he had gotten into Trunks' stash of salsa. Then Vegeta had almost resorted to a gasmask to get through a changing.

"Boy, you stink. I better not find out you chowed down on that tomato junk your brother eats." Vegeta growled, holding the laughing baby at arms length while taking the stairs two at a time.

It didn't take Vegeta long to clean Yashi up, search for Trunks with a screeching baby on his shoulder and deposit the toddler with his older brother for a little family bonding. Rubbing his neck with his tail, Vegeta waited until the two were deep into some game on the computer before hunting down his mate, not hard to do either when he knew Goku was waiting for him in the gravity room.

Goku hadn't been just sitting around either. He had pulled out the air mattress they stored in the room, took a shower after taking the time to clean himself inside, then lubed and stretched his ass. The gentle saiyan had learned that sometimes, when Vegeta was on the verge of rut, he forgot that lube and stretching was important. The last time Goku hadn't seen to the job before Vegeta found him, he had ended up spending time in the medical section of CC explaining the facts of life to Bulma while a doctor stitched him up. That was something he did NOT want to repeat.

Just when Goku made his naked way to the central control panel, turning to pose against it with his tail wrapped around his leg so the end fig leafed his privates, Vegeta opened the door. The prince who had long ago noticed Goku's flare for the dramatic swore as he took in his mate with one glance. Sealing the gravity room door, Vegeta started to take his clothes off at the same time he started for the big hunk of saiyan standing there watching him.

Goku gave his own version of a smirk as Vegeta almost tripped as he tried to take his pants off before taking off his boots, all without loosing eye contact with the dark tail or the skin peeking out from behind it. When Vegeta kicked his boots off and almost dislocated his own tail in his haste to get rid of his pants, Goku knew he was in trouble and all amusement vanished.

Vegeta plowed toward Goku, one thought in his mind. The big saiyan shifted, and the lights glinted off something on his chest. Vegeta came to a shuddering halt, his mouth falling open at the sight before him. There, bound together by a chain holding stones of Vegeta's colors were gold rings. Vegeta couldn't think of a thing to say, realizing that Goku had withstood his fear of needles and the pain that came with getting his nipples pierced, just to hold Vegeta's personal red and black colors close to his heart.

"Don't you like it?" Goku asked as the prince continued to stare at him.

"Going to be hell when you have to breast feed." Vegeta ground out.

That was the last of the conversation. Vegeta moved faster than a human could see, getting in Goku's face for a fierce kiss before grabbing him by the arm and twisting him around until the Earth-raised saiyan was leaning over the consol. With a growl, Vegeta plunged his cock between white butt cheeks. The first thrust skidded over Goku's opening, but the next hit the mark and Vegeta plunged into tight heat.

Goku groaned as Vegeta pounded away at him, the arm in the prince's hold pushed up high. Muscles strained as Goku tried to break Vegeta's grip on him. He was rewarded with another jerk, a loud growl and harder thrusts. The big saiyan knew he could shake the smaller one off him easily, but this close to Vegeta going into heat and it could send mixed signals. Vegeta could quickly go into a rage, and then the damage done would be ten times worse.

Vegeta changed the angle of his thrusts, using Goku's arm and tail to keep him in place. As he neared orgasm, the saiyan prince flared to super saiyan, banging away to his finish. Vegeta didn't notice as he bit into Goku's shoulder that he had pushed him hard against the center support, knocking the big saiyan out in his enthusiasm. As the haze of lust settled into the contentment of satiation, both full bloods slid to the floor.

Vegeta huffed, trying to get his breath back while being smooshed by his bigger, heavier mate. With a grumble he finally just shoved Goku off him, smirking to himself as the zing of leftover pleasure filled him as he slipped out of the silent saiyan. It was then that Vegeta noticed something was wrong; Goku was hardly ever quiet after an intense bout of lovemaking.

Quickly Vegeta ran his hands over Goku's head and body searching for injuries. He found a lump on Goku's forehead with a cut in the middle that was still bleeding, the bite on his shoulder that was deeper than a normal claiming mark, and from the heat coming off one shoulder, Vegeta thought there might be some muscle damage. Vegeta winced, he wasn't stupid, and he knew there was going to be hell to pay when Goku woke up. The prince figured he would have to take any lumps his mate felt he earned for this little slip in his control.

Glancing around, Vegeta found his discarded pants and pulled them on, careful of his tail. He slipped into his boots, then went to find Goku's clothes. No way was he going to parade Goku through the halls of CC naked. Bad enough he would have to carry him to their rooms and take care of him. Vegeta grabbed a cloth and wet it while he was in the locker area, coming back to Goku in the main room and washing off the blood that was oozing from the head wound and the bite.

Tossing the cloth over his shoulder, Vegeta decided not to put Goku's shirt on him, it would just stick to the bite when the blood dried and be harder to take off later. Huffing and puffing, Vegeta got the pants on Goku, then picked him up. It was hard to maneuver, and Vegeta took a moment to increase his ki so he could carry Goku easily, or are easy as he could with somebody over a head taller than himself. Sighing, Vegeta got the door to the gravity room open without dropping his charge, wishing not for the first time that he were taller so this would be quicker.

Carefully Vegeta carried Goku through the living quarters of CC, through the kitchen where his nose twitched at the smell of lunch, out through the dining room, into the living room. As Vegeta was turning to head up the stairs, a loud shout from Yashi made him turn too fast and he ended up smacking Goku's head into the wall. Vegeta mentally cringed; another lump for Goku's collection but the damage to the wall was going to cost more. Vegeta knew Bulma was going to take the payment for repair bill out of his hide.

"Trunks! Where are you?" Vegeta shouted over his youngest cries.

"Right behind you." Trunks mumbled around a mouthful of sandwich. "What's wrong with Goku?"

Vegeta almost dropped Goku, but firmed his grip on the large body at the last minute. "Damn it Trunks! Could you at least get the kid and see what he's yelling about?" Vegeta shouted over his youngest son's howls.

"Sure, sure... Calm down, Father. Yashi was sleeping when I ducked out for a snack." Trunks stuffed the last of the sandwich into his mouth and moved past Vegeta to run up the stairs.

Vegeta made his way up the stairs with more care. It was hard to maneuver, but eventually he got Goku to their rooms and settled on the bed. Then Vegeta wondered what to treat first. Figuring that the pulled muscles needed to be worked on first, Vegeta headed back down stairs, all to the sounds of Yashi's crying.

Vegeta pounded down the stairs, skidded through the dinning room, to the kitchen where he riffled through drawers until he found that heating thing Bulma used when she was PMSing. Disregarding the sticky note that was stuck on the bundle of flannel, he tossed it in the microwave and turned the power on. When the machine dinged, Vegeta took the hot pad out and juggling it so he didn't singe his fingers, headed up stairs to his mate, never noticing the white trail that he was leaving behind.

Once back in his rooms he shared with Goku, Vegeta went to the bed and placed the cooling heating pad on the injured shoulder. Pausing to gage how deep Goku was under, Vegeta headed to the bathroom and the first aid kit. Popping the lid of the box, he looked in the bottle they kept senzu, but found it empty. Figured, when they needed the beans, they didn't have any and Vegeta wasn't going to take the time searching for the monk to see if he had some.

Vegeta took some bandages and antiseptic back to the bed and took care of the cut and bite. He couldn't feel Goku in the back of his mind. Ever since that day he had let Goku finish the bond and claimed him as mate, there had been a little piece of the gentle saiyan residing in Vegeta's thoughts. Even asleep Goku was there, constant and steadying. It was something Vegeta had come to understand and even need. But now it was like static where Goku was supposed to be, white noise that was starting to worry Vegeta more than the blood he cleaned up.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Vegeta realized that not only did he have a headache; his sons were starting to yell. The noise from those two was getting on his nerves, and without Goku there, it was up to him to stop whatever was going on. Standing, Vegeta swung around to find a shirt and go deal with his two monsters.

Tugging the shirt over his head on the way out the door, Vegeta ran into Yashi who was running bare-assed down the hall trying to make a break for freedom while Trunks ran after him. Trunks was running after his little brother, waving a clean diaper in the air and shouting at him to come back. Vegeta shook his head to clear it, wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from his youngest, and took a step towards him. Big mistake.

The trail of white that Vegeta had missed even while he made it, turned out to be rice coming from the heating pad. Bulma had meant to get a new one, had left a note on the old one telling of the hole, but Vegeta had ignored it. Now he sat, nursing his tail, looking up at Trunks and Yashi and noticing that not only was he sitting on some hard rice, it was mixed with what was left of the little one's diaper. Vegeta figured it had fallen off while the baby was running up and down the hall, making Trunks chase him in a big game of keep away.

Trunks and Yashi looked at their father and said the same thing at the same time. "Ew!"

Vegeta growled, not a good sign. Yashi eased by him to hug Trunks' knees. For his part, Trunks managed not to laugh, but his eyes were watering with the effort. Reaching down, Trunks grabbed Yashi's hand and hustled him back down the hall to get cleaned up, leaving Vegeta to fume at their backs.

At the same time Vegeta was putting his hand down into something squishy and making a face seldom seen on the prince's face, he felt Goku's presence in his mind. The touch was shaky at best, but it distracted Vegeta enough that he forgot about what a mess he was and who was responsible. In one of those examples of saiyan-defying-the-laws-of-physics moves, Vegeta went from semi-horizontal to vertical in seconds, rushing into his rooms to see if Goku was really awake yet.

Goku blinked, his sight fuzzy and his head pounding. Feeling a familiar bed under him, he wondered how he had got there. Flopping over onto his side, he hissed as his shoulder let him know that moving fast wasn't a good idea, not to mention his stomach doing acrobatics while trying to exit his body by way of his mouth. Groaning, he scratched at his chest, then his leg, then his scalp, trying to figure out what Vegeta had dunked him in to make him itch so much.

Rolling onto his back and making a hissing sound as the bite on his shoulder, the one not semi-dislocated, hit the sheets, Goku took a look around. He spotted Vegeta as he came through the door and blinked at his appearance. Goku thought for a moment they had been attacked and Vegeta had brought him home after they won or lost, depending on your point of view.

Before Vegeta could say anything Goku managed to croak out a few questions. "Vegeta, who lost? Did you have to rub me in this itchy and hard stuff? Why did you roll around in one of Yashi's used diapers?" Wrinkling his nose, Goku asked his last question. "When are you going to take a shower?"

Vegeta growled... loudly, before answering. "I'll bathe when I'm good and ready. I didn't pour anything on you that was hard and itchy. I most certainly didn't roll in a shitty diaper. And... What the hell are you talking about 'lost'?"

Goku grinned as he batted at his bangs that were hanging in his face. "Okay... that clears up everything. So you thought I needed my shoulder dislocated, a bang on the head and a chunk taken out of my back. Vegeta... how long do I have to catch you when I'm feeling better?"

Vegeta got eloquent. "Huh?"

"How long are you going to hide before you let me pay you back for all the aches I'm feeling at the moment?"

"Can I get back to you on that?" Vegeta started over to the bathroom, peeling off his shirt on the way.

"Vegeta! Before you take a shower, you might want to help me out a minute. I can't stand being in this bed another minute and my head is spinning so bad I'm not sure if I want to throw up or pass out again." Goku shouted, grabbing his head to keep it from falling off.

"So pass out." Vegeta said over his shoulder. "That way you won't itch."

Goku sat up, then stood up, or tried to. He did a rather graceful imitation of one of those heroines from those cheesy romance novels Bulma read and ended up sliding to the floor. Resting his aching head against the side of the bed, Goku looked at the white mess that had followed him down.

"Damn it Vegeta! Why did you cover me in rice? Uncooked rice at that." Goku grumbled, knowing that his royal mate could hear him, thanks to saiyan ears.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it had to do with the fact the woman poked a hole in the one heating pad who's location I know of in this massive structure we call home." Vegeta snarled, flipping the water on before stepping out of his pants and tossing them in the trash.

Goku smirked. Vegeta was over his worry and back to his grumpy self. The big saiyan knew that he would be fine in a few days, just in time for Vegeta to go into rut. Maybe this time they would have a girl. Grinning like a loon, Goku eased himself off the floor and stumbled to the bathroom. He'd ask Vegeta after his shower. After all, a wet, hot, slippery, sated saiyan was a happy saiyan.

Grouching as he climbed in behind Vegeta, Goku grabbed the soap. "Great... I think I even have rice in my butt crack."

Vegeta just snickered. "Want me to check and see? I'll try not to abuse your brain any more."

"Not worried about my brain. I just don't need another concussion." Goku soaped up Vegeta's back.

Vegeta purred under the touch of Goku's strong fingers on his skin. "Hope Trunks remembers to clean the hall."

"You going to tell me what happened?" Goku asked.

"Just say I was having a bad day." Vegeta muttered before turning around and taking the soap from Goku and chucking it over the shower door. "This time, hold on and tell me if I'm hurting you." Vegeta ordered before turning Goku around and making up for earlier.

~

The next morning, Bulma sat sipping her coffee while watching the son of her body and son of her heart eat breakfast. Trunks and Yashi were being their normal loud saiyan self and she was feeling too laid back to bring them to task. Bulma wasn't even interested in what had happened while she had her shopping and spa spree yesterday.

Just when the little one was gearing up to start another shouting match with his older brother, Vegeta walked in. "Hold it down! Kakarrot is trying to sleep." He growled, grabbing a plate and heaping on breakfast fare.

Trunks stared at his father. "What happened to your eye? Goku get you back for knocking him out already?"

Vegeta rubbed at his black eye and shook his head. "No, I got this in the shower."

Bulma snickered, but had to ask, this was just too good to pass up. "Ok, what happened yesterday?"

Vegeta grumbled, but told her about the little mishap in the gravity room, leaving out the details. He told her about the heating pad and Yashi's contribution to his bruised tail and ego. He even told her about sitting in the rice and poop. But he had to wait until she stopped howling with laughter to continue.

"So I was showing Kakarrot how to get rice out of certain body cavities when he noticed the water was rising in the shower. He shoved me off him, tossed me over his shoulder and hopped out of the tub, knocking my head on the faucet. Then he dropped me on the floor while he got the water off." Vegeta said, daring Trunks to act like his mother.

When Bulma had wound down again, Vegeta continued. "Kakarrot ordered me to call a plumber. While I did, he tried to get the mess out of his hair. You do know that when you put water on rice it makes a kind of paste? I didn't know that, but the hair dresser who would take Kakarrot on short notice explained it to us." Vegeta's lips twitched, but Trunks wasn't able to hold it in, he started laughing and that set off Yashi.

Bulma stopped trying to drink her coffee while she dealt with the vision of Vegeta and Goku at a woman's hair salon. She was shaking her head when a large arm came down in front of her. She looked up at Goku and gaped at the hacked off spikes, then down and the papers in his hand.

"What's this?" Bulma asked.

"These are the bills for damages. You owe the plumber, the hair dresser and me for your little disappearing act yesterday." Goku said, turning to go back to bed.

"But Goku, it wasn't my fault!" Bulma shouted.

"Was it your heating pad?" Goku shot back.

"Well... Yes, but..." Bulma looked to Vegeta for help.

"Did you tell anybody about the hole in it?"

"No."

"This is your house, right?"

"Right, but..."

"So, it was your fault Vegeta used that heating pad, rice got stuck in the shower drain, and we needed a plumber, I got rice stuck in my hair and had to have it cut." Goku said, turning to look at her. "If you had only stayed home, you would have saved all that wear and tear on the house and my hair. You could have told Vegeta what not to do with rice."

Bulma saw the glow in Goku's eye showing his temper was hanging by a thread and she was playing flamenco music on it. Thinking that the best thing for everybody was her agreement, she nodded quickly.

Goku grinned and nodded back. "Oh and Vegeta, I don't want you to show her what hair you had to have cut. That's mine." Goku left, his tail swishing behind him.

Bulma blinked, then turned on the prince. "Ok, where did you have hair cut?"

Vegeta turned red and choked, jumping up and taking off after his mate, but not before everybody noticed the patches that were shaved from his tail.

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