Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Birth of a Prince ❯ Gohan Burns ( Chapter 21 )

Part 21 Gohan Burns….

The next couple of days passed without incident. There were no more "close calls" during spars; Goku was too distracted by his anger with his wife to respond to his innate attraction to the prince. The prince for his part was too concerned by Kakkarott's angst to follow or even really acknowledge his own lustful thoughts.

The chibi's at least seemed to be content. Trunks and Goten were delighted at being able to spend all their time together, though Goten had had a screaming nightmare the night that Chichi left Capsule Corp. It had woken the entire household, and in the end, both Goten and Trunks wound up in bed with Goku, not willing to be separated, but needing a soothing and protecting adult presence badly. The nightmare had affected Sage dreadfully, and he didn't sleep for the rest of the night, thumb in his mouth, tail clutched, trembling in his father's secure embrace, as Vegeta tried in vain to croon-purr the terrified baby to sleep with a Saiyjin lullaby. He finally dozed off sometime around dawn, his exhaustion getting the better of him at last.

Bulma was hard at work in her lab, assembling a team and preparing for the multitude of tests she planned for when Gohan returned. Goku had said that he would contact the boy the next day to tell him to come to CC, but in the end it turned out to be unnecessary.

Two days after the incident with Chichi, the Saiyjins, adults and children were relaxing after lunch when they all felt two familiar ki's approaching the compound.

Goten jumped up in elation and shouted to the world that his niichan was coming. Goku grinned like a little kid, but Vegeta frowned. Something was….off about Gohan. And Piccolo….

The pair set down a short distance away from the group of Saiyjins. Even at a distance, Goku could tell something was wrong. Gohan was unconscious, and he wasn't wearing the same clothes he had left the campsite with. Goku recognized the Namekian style clothing that the boy had favored before and during the Cell games. He started to hurry towards his son, but Vegeta caught his arm in an iron grip.

"Wait Kakkarott," hissed the prince. "I recognize something….," he scented the air intently, then his eyes widened and he swore explosively. "KUSO," he all but spat.

"What is it Vegeta?" asked Goku worriedly.

Vegeta turned to the younger Saiyjin. "Kakkarott….your son has gone into heat."

Goku promptly fainted.

Vegeta ignored him, and set Sage down in his infant seat, telling him to please behave for a few minutes as he walked over to Piccolo and Gohan.

The Namek looked harried and weary as he set his student gently on the ground.

"Vegeta," he began, but the prince cut him off.

"How long?" he asked.

Piccolo frowned. "How long…what?"

"How long has he been acting…funny?" replied Vegeta.

"He hasn't been his normal self the entire time," replied Piccolo. "But this…" he gestured to the flushed unconscious form at his feet. "Only since yesterday."

"What happened?"

"We spared in the morning, he was unusually ferocious. When we paused for a break around midday, he threw himself into the stream, complaining that his clothes bothered him and proceeded to rip huge chunks of them off. He refused to eat, which shocked the hell out of me, and then when we were about to start up sparing again he started….acting oddly."

"How so?" asked Vegeta patiently.

Piccolo crossed his arms self-consciously. He forced himself to be blunt, knowing the Saiyjin prince wouldn't be tolerant of anything less. "He was….aroused. Very, very obviously aroused. And he complained that he was hot….no," Piccolo corrected himself. "That's not what he said. He kept saying that he "burned."

"What did you do?"

"Held him under the waterfall, until he calmed down a little."

Vegeta nodded. "That was exactly the right thing to do." He looked at the Namek. "You may as well know; Gohan has gone into his first heat. I didn't expect this, as he is only half Saiyjin." He sighed and ran his fingers through his thick black spikes. "Frankly, I don't know what to expect. If he were a full Saiyjin this could be ugly. But since he's only half…." His voice trailed off as he considered the situation.

"When did you knock him out?"

"When it became apparent that the cold water was no longer doing the trick," replied Piccolo. "I then stripped him of what was left of his clothes and re-dressed him. Then I brought him here. I didn't know what else to do."

Goku approached the little group, wincing slightly as he felt the lump on his head. "Vegeta, did you say that Gohan has gone into heat?"

Vegeta glared at him. "Yes baka, your son has gone into his first heat. We need to get him to Bulma's lab and figure out what we are going to do. You two, "he pointed at Goku and Piccolo, "pick him up and follow me." He strode back to where Sage was chirping quietly to himself in his infant seat and picked him up. He then walked over to where Goten and Trunks were sitting, staring at Piccolo and Goku walking towards them, the limp Gohan between them. Goten looked scared.

"What's the matter with niichan?" he asked Vegeta in a tremulous voice.

Vegeta sighed inwardly. "Goten, your niichan is not…feeling well right now. He's all right, we are going to take him to Bulma's med lab to see if we can make him feel better, ok?"

Goten nodded, tears still in his eyes.

"Trunks, you and Goten go find your grandfather. He said something earlier about having something new for the two of you to play with."

The purple-haired demi-Saiyjin's eyes lit up and he grabbed his friend's hand and took off towards his grandfather's workshop.

Vegeta glanced over his shoulder. "Come on," he said.

Inside the main house, Vegeta asked the two to wait briefly as he sought out his son's grandmother and asked her to watch Sage for awhile, warning the chibi to behave himself while he was gone. Children taken care of, the three men headed for the med lab.

Bulma had thought that after the last few days she was over being shocked at anything. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight that met her eyes. A flushed and unconscious Gohan supported between his father and Piccolo, a glaring and but worried Vegeta who instructed them to place the teen on the examining table.

Bulma found her voice. "What's going on here," she managed to ask Vegeta as he rummaged around in various drawers, obviously looking for something.

"Better get your needles out woman and get all the blood you need now. Gohan has gone into his first heat. Where did you put those ki suppression bands? We're going to need them."

"They're in the middle drawer to your right," she replied as she prepared to draw Gohan's blood. "Gone into heat? I didn't think demi-Saiyjins went into heat," she said suspiciously.

Vegeta snarled. "Neither did I," he replied shortly, finally finding what he had been looking for.

Goku and Piccolo stood back and stared at the pair working cohesively together over the comatose form of Gohan. Vegeta snapped a ki restraint around Gohan's right wrist, then moved down to snap the matching cuff on his left ankle. He sighed in relief as he activated them both. There, that's one problem taken care of. He then proceeded to fasten the restraint straps around Gohan as Bulma drew several vials of blood, both of them ignoring Goku who whimpered in the background at the sight of the needles. The two worked quickly and efficiently talking quietly, mostly Bulma asking questions, and Vegeta answering them concisely, not wasting words.

"It will take me a few minutes to run some of these samples," said Bulma finally as she drew a couple of vials of blood from Vegeta for a control batch. "We should have a few answers then at least."

Vegeta crossed his arms, and leaned back against the wall to wait. He didn't have to wait long before Goku accosted him.

"What's going on Vegeta?" Goku was about as agitated as Vegeta had ever seen him. What he really wanted to do if he was honest with himself, was to wrap his arms around the distraught man and soothingly whisper in his ear that everything would be all right. But, since he was still mostly in denial, he merely cocked an eyebrow and said, "Your son has gone into his first heat. We discussed this, last full moon."

Goku hissed, "We discussed what happens to US Vegeta. My son, OUR sons are half-human."

"So it stands to reason that the effects would not be as severe," replied Vegeta calmly. Inwardly he groaned. Gohan was stirring, and his scent was beginning to affect Vegeta, even as he suppressed his instinctive reactions.

"But what are we going to do?" asked Goku desperately. "We can't just let him go through this alone. It would be…cruel."

"Yes," responded Vegeta. "It would be cruel and irresponsible as well. But damnnit Kakkarott, so far I don't have any idea what we are going to do about this."

At that moment, Bulma returned to the examining room, a sheaf of papers in her hand.

"Well," she said. "Based on your information Vegeta, and the files we have on hand from your pod, you were right in one….Gohan is in heat."

Vegeta snorted. "Tell us something we don't already know, baka onna."

"Watch it Vegeta," said Bulma warningly. "There is good news. You were right Vegeta; the effects aren't as severe as they would be for a full blooded Saiyjin."

Vegeta and Goku both breathed heavy sighs of relief. Piccolo looked confused however.

"What does that mean?"

Bulma looked at the Namek. "To put it bluntly, it means that he won't die or be permanently damaged if he doesn't either fuck or get fucked."

Gohan chose that moment to open his eyes. "Wha….what happened? Piccolo-sama?"

"I'm here Gohan," replied the Namek, moving into Gohan's line of sight.

"Where am I? Why do I feel so weak? My head feels funny…I'm BURNING!" The last statement ended in a howl as Gohan struggled to free himself from the restraints that held him down on the table.

"Easy son," said Goku soothingly as he moved to stand beside his eldest son. "You've gone into heat, that's why you feel like you're burning. We've put ki suppression bands on you, that's why you feel weak."

"Tousan?" Gohan's voice was uncertain. Then a grin replaced his hesitant look. Eyes flashed and a heavy tail thrashed against the table. "Mmmm, tousan…you smell goooood," Gohan purred. A very obvious tent was growing in the teen's baggy pants. "Unstrap me….we can…spar." Gohan's expression left no doubt as to what the "spar" would entail.

Goku didn't even blink, though at his back, Bulma sweatdropped and gaped. "Gohan, that's the heat talking."

Gohan wiggled against his bonds. "Unstrap me, tousan," he repeated. "Unstrap me, and I'll make you want me. I can make you feel good," insisted Gohan, purring louder still.

Goku shook his head, looking worriedly at Vegeta. He was surprised to see the older man was sweating. He turned back to look at his son who was still straining at his bonds. Shimatta, he wished he could do SOMETHING for the boy.

Bulma approached the other side of the bed. "Goku, turn around," she instructed. Goku obeyed, figuring that whatever Bulma was about to do, he didn't want to see. Behind him, Gohan leered at Bulma.

"Hey Bulma-san, wanna ride my power pole?"

Bulma grinned at him as she pulled a hypodermic out of the pocket of her lab coat. "Go to sleep, Gohan," she advised.

"I'm not tired," Gohan started to protest, and then yelped as the needle found it's mark in his shoulder.

"Sleep Gohan," she whispered. "We'll try to find a more comfortable way for you to deal with this."

Gohan's eyes fluttered closed as he muttered, "I'm still…..burning…." and then he was out.

To be continued….