Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Catch of the Day ❯ Catch of the Day ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CATCH OF THE DAY: Chapter one

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this fic, though I really wouldn't mind if Vegeta was mine.
Warnings: yaoi (a guy/guy relationship), major lemon. Sorta AU. Gohan's in his late 20's and Goten's about 18 or 19, but Goku's still there. He didn't go off with the dragon.
Author's note: This is the very first story I've ever written with Goku in it (weird huh?), so he will probably be OOC. Sorry.
//...// are thoughts
*...* are things that would be in italics if italics actually showed up when I post things.


Vegeta stood on the beach, staring out at the water and wondering how he had let his brat and Kakarot talk him into a three-day camping trip at the beach. He wore a pair of black swimming trunks and had a distant, sorrow-filled look in his coal black eyes.
It had been three years to the day since Bulma had died. Kakarot, his two boys, and his own son, Trunks, had dragged him out here. They claimed it would be good for him to get out of the house and stop moping.
//Hmmph, I am the prince of the Saiyans. I don't "mope",// he thought, crossing his arms.
"Hi, Vegeta!" Goku said, coming up to him with a goofy grin, a tube of sun block in his hands. "You should put some of this on so you won't get burned."
"Get away from me, Kakarot," he growled. "I came out here, now just leave me alone."
He went back to staring at the water. He felt strange today. He felt restless and slightly dazed.
"Aww, come on, Vegeta, relax," Goku said, lightly gripping his shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" Vegeta snarled, jerking away from him, his breathing heavy. The other man's touch had sent odd tingles through his body, making him feel even stranger. He could barely think straight for some reason, his head seeming to be stuffed full of cotton balls. "Just leave me alone!"
"Okay, okay," Goku said, backing up a little. Then he paused and sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"
Vegeta frowned and sniffed too. "What are you talking about, idiot? The only smells here are from the ocean."
"No, I smell something strange. I don't know what it is, but it's really nice." He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in deeply through his nose. "Mmmm. That's so good. I wonder what it is?"
"You've lost it," Vegeta muttered, turning and walking away from the annoying Saiyan.
Goku frowned in confused disappointment as the heavenly smell faded. He shrugged, absently sticking the sun block into the pocket of his orange swimming trunks. Then he went to play in the waves with Gohan.
...
Vegeta's escape from Goku brought him very close to where Goten and Trunks were tanning. He didn't care if he was near any of the others though, as long as they left him alone. He sighed and went back to staring at the ocean, thinking of her.
He shivered slightly as his thoughts shifted from their constant, enjoyable arguments to what they'd done after those arguments. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard, as he imagined her beautiful, naked body.
//Stop thinking like that,// he growled at himself. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts, staring blankly out to sea.
...
"I don't think your plan is working, Trunks," Goten murmured several hours later, glancing over at Vegeta.
Trunks just sighed. "I didn't really think it would. I just wanted to get him out of the house for a couple of days. He never really relaxed *before* Mom died, and now..." he trailed off, staring sadly at his father. Vegeta had never been one to show much emotion other than hatred, but after Bulma had died, he had retreated even farther into himself.
"Hey, what's that smell?" Goten asked suddenly, sniffing the air.
"Huh, what smell?" Trunks asked, looking at him in confusion.
"Something smells really good. It's great, whatever it is," he said. His eyes were closed and his cheeks were slightly flushed. "I can't believe you don't smell it."
"Oookaay," Trunks said, looking at him strangely.
"Hi, guys," Goku said cheerfully as he and Gohan walked up to them. It was started to get dark out. "Hey, that smell's back again."
"See, Trunks, I'm not crazy," Goten said smugly.
"What is that?" Gohan asked. "I've never smelled anything that nice before."
"Why do you people keep babbling about smells?" Vegeta growled, turning and stalking towards them. He stopped, looking slightly confused when Goku and his sons all turned to stare at him.
Goten slowly stood up, licking his lips and gazing at the small prince hungrily. A soft growl was the only warning he gave before tackling and pinning him beneath him.
Vegeta gasped as the 18-year-old boy's weight settled on top of him, unconsciously arching up against him. Then Goten was pulled off of him by an extremely pissed off and confused Trunks.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled, glaring at his best friend. Goten twisted in his grasp, hissing. Trunks looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but some dark, alien emotion.
Vegeta staggered to his feet, just as confused as Trunks, if not more so. He gave an undignified yip as Gohan grabbed him from behind, lifting his smaller frame off of the ground.
"You're mine, now," Gohan growled before lapping at his neck with his tongue.
//What the hell is going on?// Vegeta wondered, struggling to get lose.
Trunks threw Goten to the ground and ran to help his father. He stopped in relief when he saw Goku pull him from his son's arms. //Good, Goku's still normal. I wonder what's wrong with Gohan and Goten? Why do they keep trying to attack Dad?//
Goku dropped the squirming prince and viciously attacked Gohan. He'd teach the boy not to mess with what was his. Goten took that opportunity to try to pounce on Vegeta again. Gohan slugged his father, briefly knocking him away, and grabbed his little brother, dragging him into the three-way fight.
"Goku, what's wrong with them?" Trunks shouted. Goku glared at him and hissed, his eyes holding the same look as Goten's.
Trunks turned to look at Vegeta, who was sitting on the sand, looking back and forth from the full moon to his tail with a horrified expression. //Wait a minute, his *tail*?//
"Dad, what's going on? Why are they acting like this, and why is your tail back?"
Vegeta got shakily to his feet, still staring at his tail. "No. Oh shit, no," he whispered. He glanced at Trunks, his expression a mixture of panic and the same look that the others had. "There...there are...only a few...things that'll...make an adult... Saiyan's tail...grow back." His words were broken by soft pants of breath. "One of...of the ways...an adult male can...regrow...his tail is if...he is exposed...to a full...moon...while in heat."
"In heat?" Trunks repeated incredulously. He glanced back at the viciously fighting Saiyans. "That means...."
"Exactly.... They're fighting over who...gets to fuck me!" Vegeta snarled between pants, his newly regrown tail snapping behind him. He was trembling with the effort not grab one of the three fighters and drag him off somewhere.
Trunks swallowed hard as he suddenly realized what that look in everyone else's eyes was. Lust.
"Dad, we need to get out of here before one of them wins."
"Yeah," Vegeta agreed absently. He didn't move though. He just continued to stare at them, his breathing heavy. He shivered as he caught a strong whiff of their scents.
"Dad!" Trunks yelled.
Vegeta jumped slightly and turned to look at him, his eyes glazed. Trunks cursed and went over to him, throwing him over his shoulder than flying away. Vegeta couldn't help whimpering slightly as he was taken away.
Gohan snarled as he saw them leave. He grabbed Goten and slammed a fist into the side of his head, knocking him out. Then he flew after Trunks with Goku hot on his heels.
Goku grabbed Gohan around the throat, strangling him until he passed out. Then he let him fall to the ground. Only one thing stood between him and his prize.
Trunks yelled in shock as Goku used his instant transmission to appear right in front of him. The full-blooded Saiyan grinned evilly and kicked him between the legs with all of his considerable strength.
He snatched Vegeta from the half-breed's limp grasp as he doubled over and fell to the ground below. Goku used his instant transmission to take himself and his prize to a secluded spot in the woods.
"Put me down, Kakarot!" Vegeta snarled, bucking and twisting to get free.
"Hush," Goku purred, grabbing Vegeta's tail and lightly stroking it. He gasped, his already overactive hormones becoming even more stimulated.
"No," Vegeta managed to say. Then he gathered all of his willpower and broke free from Goku's hold. Goku growled and stalked towards him.
"Stay...away from me!"
Goku lunged at him, and he briefly managed to hold him back, fighting like a mad man. Goku finally managed to pin him, and, like when Goten had gotten him in the same position, Vegeta couldn't keep from arching his hips up against the warm body above him.
Goku buried one hand in the prince's hair, kissing him passionately, while the other ripped off his black swimming trunks. He got rid of his own orange ones, then forced the small man's legs apart, preparing to enter him.
"Ka...Kakarot...don't..." Vegeta panted, trying to suppress his own desire. His cheeks were flushed and it was taking all of his considerable willpower not to pull the other man down against him.
"You know you want it," Goku purred.
"Damn it...don't…do this...."
"You're mouth says one thing, but you're body says another," Goku said, stroking the warm, lovely body beneath him.
"Of course it does, you stupid bastard!" Vegeta spat. "I'm. In. Fucking. Heat!"
Goku just blinked at him, then shrugged and started caressing his tail. Vegeta cried out, his willpower suddenly deserting him at the incredibly pleasant sensation. He arched up against Goku, rubbing his overheated, needy body against his.
Goku lifted up Vegeta's hips and fitted himself firmly between his thighs. He was just about to bury himself in the tight warmth when a small bit of sanity came back to him. Right now, he wanted Vegeta more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, but he didn't want to hurt him. He grinned as he remembered the tube of sun block he had put in the pocket of his swimming trunks.
He retrieved the piece of cloth and pulled out the tube. Then he moaned as he slathered a large amount of the stuff on his throbbing arousal. He put the tube down, then entered Vegeta in one strong, hard thrust. Another, low, pleasure-filled moan was pulled from him. Vegeta was so incredibly tight and warm.
Vegeta gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure, arching his back as Goku's huge, slick length slid inside him. Then the tip hit his pleasure spot and he cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as the incredible pleasure surged through his entire body.
He could hear himself making little mewing sounds of pleasure as Goku pistoned in and out of him, hitting that spot every time. The small part of his mind that wasn't affected by being in heat yelled at him, calling him a filthy whore for letting Kakarot do this to him. He was the prince of the Saiyans, no low class idiot had the right to do this. The rest of him told that part to shut the hell up because it was thoroughly enjoying itself.
Then Goku grabbed Vegeta's erection with one sun block slicked hand and began pumping it. Vegeta moaned, feeling like he was about to die from sensory overload. He was being stroked and caressed, while Goku's slick length slid against the sensitive tissue inside of him. The tip continued to hit his pleasure spot over and over again, sending amazing sensations shooting through him. He'd never felt anything like this before.
Goku screamed suddenly and jerked against him hard, shooting deep inside him. Then Vegeta cried out as he too came. Goku fell heavily on top of him as they both succumbed to unconsciousness.
...
Vegeta came to with a groan about an hour later. He wiggled out from under Goku and got shakily to his feet. He felt sick as he remember everything that had happened. His own son had had to try to protect him as if you were some pathetic weakling.
//He's probably ashamed of me. He'll be even more so after he finds out what I let happen.// He paled at that thought and searched for any nearby ki, hoping his son wasn't anywhere close. He didn't want the boy to see him like this.
He sighed in relief when all he felt were the three in the clearing. //Wait a minute?!// he thought in alarm. //Three?//
He searched frantically for the source of the third ki, then froze in horrified shock as he realized that it was coming form inside his own body.
"No," he whispered, going even paler. He had been taken away from his people at a very young age, so most of what he knew had come from books. A passage from a Saiyan biology book suddenly ran through his head.
If a male in heat is taken by another male, it is possible for him to become pregnant.
"No," he said again, the word coming out as a whimper. Then, for the first time in his life, Vegeta passed out from pure shock.