Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Birth of a Prince ❯ Lunch ( Chapter 24 )

Part 24 Lunch

Life outside the gravity room was tense. Even ensconced within the sealed chamber, the effects of Gohan's heat were affecting the three adults. Vegeta and Goku, their usual sparing place being pre-empted, had to settle for sparing in the woods, both of them concentrating on beating each other into bloody pulps, rather than give in to the residual effects from Gohan's fierce heat. Vegeta and Bulma at least found some relief in each other, often discovering themselves writhing together on the floor of Bulma's lab, or across her desk as they went over the numerous test results that all the tailed residents of CC had undergone the last few days. As the week went on, Vegeta found it increasingly difficult to resist taking Bulma completely. It had been close already a couple of times, when his tail had brushed her sensitive opening, and flicking gently, eased it's way in. Bulma had moaned, then shoved him away, panting and reminding him that it was forbidden…even with his tail. She didn't want to end up permanently damaged after all. He supposed he could understand; but Kami that restriction made things difficult. He didn't know how he was supposed to resist Kakkarott if he couldn't have SOME form of real release.

Maybe you're not supposed to resist Kakkarott, whispered the idiot traitor side of his brain. He ignored it, and concentrated on preparing a large tray of food for Gohan.

It had been three days since Piccolo and Gohan had been shut up together in the gravity room. By the sounds issuing from within, and the frequency in which the cleaning bots got used, it seemed to be working well. Until today, Goku had taken the pair their food and for Piccolo, replaced the bottle in the mineral water cooler; but Goku was off somewhere by himself today. Probably feeling as frustrated as I am, thought Vegeta sourly. He was NOT looking forward to going into his gravity room, but there was no one else to do it. He'd be Kami-damned if he'd let Bulma in there alone, even with Piccolo there. Trouble was, he knew that Gohan, smelling a Saiyjin that wasn't family was going to jump on him the second he walked into the room. Of course, he thought ruefully remembering Kakkarott's experiences with food delivery; blood isn't that much of an obstacle. Still, given his past responses to the demi-Saiyjin's heat, he wasn't at all certain he would be able to stop him.

A thought niggled in the back of his head as he heard Sage screech from the living room where he was playing with his grandfather. The old scientist positively doted on both the brats, thought Vegeta, a trace of affection brushing his mind at the thought. He frowned…something about Sage….

He left the wheeled cart of food abruptly, and strode into the living room, still not completely sure why all of a sudden Sage was so important. He entered the living room, and an adorable picture met his eyes. Sage was sitting up, tail wrapped for security around the leg of a chair while he and his lavender haired grandfather batted a large ball back and forth, Sage squealing in delight every time the ball rolled up his legs and bopped him in the face.

Seeing his father, Sage chortled and held up his arms. Dr. Briefs turned his head, and seeing Vegeta, chuckled. "I know when I'm outclassed," he remarked good naturedly. "Are you going to take him for awhile? Because I have some things I could work on if you do."

Vegeta brushed pasted the seated man and picked up his chibi, "Yes, I will look after him now," and turning to leave, he heard Dr. Briefs begin to struggle to his feet. Before he realized what he was doing, he turned back to the older man and offered his hand in assistance. The Doctor took it gratefully as Vegeta pulled him to his feet. "Thank you, son," said Dr. Briefs. "Guess I'm not as young as I once was." And ruffling Sage's hair, he left the room in favor of the cluttered and familiar sanctity of his workshop.

Vegeta watched him go for a moment, and then tossing his giggling chibi up into the air, he headed back to the kitchen, pausing to snag the carry-pouch from its hook in the hallway. "Would you like to help Tousan give Gohan his lunch?" he asked Sage as he sat the baby down on the kitchen table and hastily tied the carry-pouch in place. Sage clapped his hands and waved his tail enthusiastically as Vegeta picked him back up and settled him into the pouch, a small flame of black hair and wide, ebony eyes peeping over the top of the fabric.

It was coming back to him, he remembered now, why having Sage would be helpful. His own line of course was childbearing; the Royal Elite wishing to keep their blood lines as pure as possible naturally were among the bloodlines altered. As an onkru'kah (child bearing male *Saiyjino*and easily distinguishable by scent) with a young baby, he was unavailable to mate; Gohan's instincts (Vegeta hoped) would prevent the demi-Saiyjin from attacking as long as he had Sage on him.

"Well," he mummer quietly to Sage. "Into the breach," and he punched the unlocking code into the keypad by the gravity room door.

The door slid soundlessly open, and for a moment, his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. Gohan's scent was overpowering, and briefly, Vegeta grasped the door frame as a wave of dizziness and desire swept over him. In the carry-pouch, Sage clucked, and then spat angrily as a naked blur appeared in front of them. Gohan.

Gohan's gaze swept hungrily over the smaller Saiyjin as he licked his lips in anticipation. He started towards the ouji, a feral grin on his young face, ignoring Piccolo's shouts in the background, when suddenly it was as if he had slammed hard into a glass wall.

He frowned, and started towards Vegeta again, but found that his body wouldn't obey his commands.

Vegeta, for his part ignored Gohan and dragged the cart of food into the gravity room.

"V..V..Vegeta…" gasped Gohan.

The older Saiyjin glanced at him and quirked an eyebrow expressively. "What is it Gohan?"

"Want you….why?" wondered Gohan in a strained voice.

"Why can't you have me?" asked Vegeta, grinning mirthlessly.

"I'd rather like to know that myself," said Piccolo, coming to stand beside Gohan.

Vegeta shrugged. "Saiyjin biology. My family line is onkru'kah as well; however I have a young baby. I'm not available. Looks like Gohan's Saiyjin instincts haven't been corrupted beyond repair by his human blood."

Vegeta turned his back on the two as he easily lifted the replacement bottle for the water cooler and strode over to change the empty one for the full one. Interesting, he thought. I don't have the urge to jump him myself that I thought I would. Sage screeched from within the carry-pouch. Hn…chibi birth control, ne? Must work both ways. Wish I had known that before. He turned back around; Gohan had buried his face into Piccolo's chest while the Namek stroked his bare back soothingly.

Vegeta walked back over to the door. His expression softened as he looked at the boy, his eyes still burning his desire for the ouji.

"Two more days Gohan, that's all. It will be over in two days, and you'll be back to normal." He walked over to them, and stroked Gohan's face gently. "It's natural Gohan, no one will hold this against you. And the first heat is always the worst. You'll be fine." And turning away, he left the gravity room locking the door behind him.

To be continued….