Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Goten's Sex Ed ❯ Satisfying ( Chapter 5 )

Wow! Five chapters!!

And only one flame!

Truly astounding!!

FYI: I don't exactly like Chi Chi, but I don't hate them either. I mean, every character in any anime/manga is there for a reason (where would Goten and TRUNKS-KUN be if Chi Chi and Bulma weren't there?), so if there are any Chi Chi fans reading this...I don't mean to bash her.

Another FYI: A lotta, lotta hentaiseiyoku (abnormal sexuality [or hentai]) in this chappie...

Goten's Sex Ed

Chapter 5: Satisfying

He heard familiar voices...

Talking...talking...talking...

...about him and Goten...and-most importantly-Gohan…

Where on Chikyuu am I?

The first thing that Trunks saw when he opened his eyes was black. He looked around in confusion for a moment...then realized that his eyes were still closed. Jeez! Wondering how the hell he could be so dumb, the purple haired boy opened his eyes.

"Trunks!" Bulma was on him in an instant. "My baby, you're awake!"

"W'll duh." Trunks rolled his eyes. Bulma threw her arms around him, embracing him tightly. "Shee-matta, Mom! It's not like I was dying! I'm fine!" The young senshi winced in slight pain and pulled away from her hug, and sucked in his breath as he realized that he was in a hospital bed. Goten lay on another bed beside him. "Goten?"

The black haired boy stirred. "T-Trunks?" he whispered as he saw his koi. "We're...we're alive?" Chi Chi was immediately at his side, kissing him, fussing and crying over him, and generally behaving as fretting mothers do. Trunks sighed.

"I know what you're going to ask, Kaasan," the boy began, "but before we get to that, why couldn't you've had Dende heal us?"

Vegeta stepped forward from where he had been standing in a corner. "Because the undersized insect of a Namek only heals physically inflicted injuries. Not," he added, coming to stand at the foot of his son's bed, "sexually inflicted ones."

Hoo boy... Trunks and Goten exchanged a glance, but before either could speak, Chi Chi scowled.

"It's not proper to talk about things like that in front of little boys, Vegeta," she said, her voice dangerously sharp. The spiky haired ouji ignored her tone.

"How 'not proper' is it, onna?" he snapped. "The Namek found them in the woods yesterday both completely fucked and half-dead from what your son did to them! Your son!" Vegeta's smirk was triumphant. "What have you been teaching your brats in that little cabin of yours, onna? What? Tell me!"

"Vegeta!" Bulma slapped him (A/N: Like Cap'n Jack Sparrow, ne?).

Chi Chi was close to tears. "Nothing!" she gasped. "I haven't told them anything about this kind of thing, except for the 'talk' I gave Gohan a few years ago...but that was all!"

Before Vegeta could retort, Goten's timid voice piped up. "It wasn't your fault, Mom," he said hesitantly, still dizzy from what Gohan had done to him the day before. All eyes turned on him. The boy blushed slightly, embarrassed, as he continued. "Big brother...Gohan...told me he missed Tousan. He said that since I was so much like Tousan, my being with him helped him...to remember what life was like when Dad was alive."

Hearing this, Chi Chi frowned. "Yes..." she said quietly. "He told me that, too...but I don't think I was paying that much attention..."

"Where's Gohan, anyway?" Goten queried, knowing that he was pushing his luck.

Bulma waved a hand at the door. "He's down the hall in Room 108." She pursed her lips. "And when he gets better, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."

"After he gets out of rehab school, you mean," Chi Chi cut in. "I won't have a...pervert in the house, whether he's my son or not!" Tears filled her eyes. "I wish I had seen this coming...I could have prevented it..."

"How?" Trunks couldn't help asking.

The Son woman sniffed. "Oh...I would have...spent more time with him. He said he's lonely, right? I would have talked to him more."

"No, onna." Vegeta's scowl deepened. "Your brat's loneliness isn't from a desire for attention from his parents. It's from an inborn Saiyajin desire to have a male mate."

Chi Chi wiped a hand across her eyes. "So you mean-"

"Yes." A smirk passed over the prince's lips, making him look rather...mischievous. "Gohan will never be satisfied until he has slaked his lust with another male...who has Saiyajin blood."

It took everyone in the room several minutes to realize that Vegeta had called Gohan by name and not "the brat."

****

"I didn't mean to do it," the black haired youth stammered. "Something came over me...and I just had to...y'know. I couldn't stop it. Vegeta said it was a Saiyajin thing."

"Vegeta also says that he wants to destroy Chikyuu-sei," Piccolo reminded him. "Why in hell should you believe him?"

Gohan raised his head angrily. "Regardless of that, Piccolo-san, he's a Saiyajin. Like me. And right now, he's the closest to Dad that I can get!"

Piccolo eyed the half-Saiyajin suspiciously. "You were going to do the same to your father?"

Gohan glared at the leg casts which suspended his legs in mid-air, not wanting to meet the Namekian's piercing eyes. "Shut the fuck up! My head hurts, my body hurts, and now my cock hurts thanks to your questions!" He added, almost as an afterthought, "I need something to fuck."

"I heard that." Vegeta straightened from his position against the doorpost. "Piccolo, could you leave me and the half-breed alone for a while?"

Piccolo opened his mouth to protest, but Gohan cut him off. "Go ahead, Piccolo. I want to talk to Vegeta."

When the Namekjin had gone, Vegeta locked the door. "Don't want any interruptions, now do we, Gohan?"

"Iie." The teenager turned his head to face the former Saiyajin no Ouji. "I know that you know what's wrong with me, Vegeta, and no one's going to interfere until you explain."

"Hn." Vegeta pulled something from his pocket and flicked it to Gohan. "But before I begin, eat this."

"Ne?" Catching the white object, Gohan raised an eyebrow. "A senzu bean? Where'd you get one of these?"

"I've been keeping that for a while, ever since Kakarotto gave me a few. That was a long time ago."

The young senshi ate the bean eagerly. "Yes!" Relieved that he no longer looked like a bandage-legged fool, he sprang to his feet. "Thanks, Vegeta."

"Shut up and pay attention." The spiky haired male took the chair opposite Gohan. "Every Saiyajin-or at least the ones I knew back on Vegeta-sei-went through a period during which he or she craved to be with a member of their sex."

This is starting to sound a lot like the "talk" that Mom gave me about this stuff... Gohan crossed his arms. "So this happens to female Saiyajins too?"

Vegeta restrained himself from punching the teen. "Didn't I just say that? Anyway, if his or her craving isn't satisfied, the Saiyajin may resort to drastic measures-"

"-like raping someone or becoming a masturbation enthusiast or committing suicide." Gohan sat on the edge of his bed. "I tried those ways already. Isn't there any way for me to stop this?"

Kami-sama...I was hoping you'd ask that. "It depends. Some Saiyajins never outgrow their desire, and sex consumes them. Others outgrow it, but I don't exactly know how."

"That's not helping, Vegeta." Gohan was growing as impatient as his erection was long. "Make your point."

"I might be able to help you outgrow this lust, and you might help me do the same. Vegeta's smirk reappeared and widened as he got to his feet and tore off his shirt. "Because, as you see, I never outgrew mine."

Gohan's eyes widened with anticipation. "Really?" He licked suddenly dry lips.

Vegeta was unzipping his pants. "Really."

Gohan yanked at his hospital clothes.

****

Two muscular, sweating, nude bodies lay one atop the other on the hospital bed. Both were extremely sweltering, so hot that heat could almost be seen flowing from them. Gohan could hardly bear it; he was close to tears. He arched his back, forcing their erections closer together, but Vegeta, in spite of the urge to do the same, would not allow them to touch.

"Please, Vegeta," the teenager begged. "You said you were going to help me. Do something...stop teasing me..." He broke off with a grunt as Vegeta touched a finger to his super-sensitive tip. "Oh..."

Chuckling under his breath, the dark haired ouji wet two fingers and lightly brushed them all over Gohan's deep-red cock. The young hybrid panted heavily, clenching his teeth to keep from yelling in frustration. He whimpered with both eagerness and pain as Vegeta finally gave into his lust and massages his throbbing erection with cruel, unyielding strokes. Strangely, Gohan found himself enjoying the pain as he thrust his shaft further into Vegeta's hands.

"Vegeta...oh...yes..."

The Saiyajin prince was enjoying himself. He'd never had a koi as submissive as Gohan was now, and knew that the only way to keep the teenager under his control was to tantalize him as much as possible. Vegeta stopped rubbing the teenager and lowered his body until his mouth was level with his lover's manhood.

"Not a sound, Gohan," he warned.

Gohan gripped the sheets tightly as the elder Saiyajin resumed his teasing, licking around his arousal's base and sucking on his (thankfully!) shaved balls but never touching his erection. Unable to resist, Gohan felt himself again, letting his hands take complete control. He unconsciously began groaning loudly.

Thankfully, Vegeta didn't stop him.

When the prince'd had enough of the sucking he raised himself to his knees. "You still haven't come, brat?" he asked, feigning disdain. "Looks like I'll have to help you again..."

Letting his lips meet his lover's, Vegeta kissed Gohan intensely. Gohan began groaning loudly into the ouji's mouth as Vegeta fondled his sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them vigorously with both hands. The teen felt his member pulsate with heat as he shut his eyes in bliss.

Vegeta grinned mentally as Gohan moaned into the kiss and he felt the younger one's erection pushing against his own. Keeping their lips firmly together to muffle any sound, the elder senshi moved one hand back down to Gohan's nether regions and clutched his unyielding penis mercilessly. The teenager screamed into his mouth at the resulting agony, his groin shooting up to meet Vegeta's as he orgasmed. His release seemed to be everlasting; it was heaven to the demi-Saiyajin.

Vegeta finally broke the kiss and sat back on his heels to catch his breath. Gohan couldn't take his eyes off the tight heaving chest, splattered as it was with his own cum The teenager noticed precum trickling from his lover's erection and moved to help the older one's release, but Vegeta shook his head, motioning for Gohan to lie back down.

"It's...my turn now," he said huskily. "I told you not to make a sound, and you did." The prince suddenly looked impish. "Which means I need to punish you..."

Straddling his lover, Vegeta kissed him abrasively hard. He slipped down slightly, moved his cock until it touched Gohan's entrance, and was rewarded with the feeling of the teenager under him flinching reflexively. Not daring to break the kiss lest Gohan scream loud enough to attract the nurses' attention, Vegeta braced himself and slammed into the boy.

Sable eyes shot open, flooded with mute agony and tears as the black haired ouji jerked his length almost completely out before thrusting back in. Gohan squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to focus on the kiss. The throbbing in his lower extremities was unmercifully amplified; the teenager realized that Vegeta had meant what he'd said by "punish."

It'll be a miracle if I can even walk after this...

With a jolt, he realized that he had been clamping his mouth shut, keeping Vegeta's tongue from entering. With a hoarse, "Sorry," he reopened his mouth and the two were joined once again.

Gohan was becoming accustomed to the agonizing pace his koi was setting. He discovered that, regardless of the fact that it made the pain worse, thrusting his hips up to meet Vegeta's thrust fueled his pleasure, making him break the kiss just so he could groan aloud. Through the confusion of bone-jarring shoves, Gohan sensed that the elder Saiyajin's ki was rising. The teenager did the same, matching his power level to Vegeta's without thinking. Both kis stopped rising just before SSJ, and Gohan quickly realized why.

Emitting a low, purring sound from his throat, Vegeta threw his head back and his erection almost literally burst. Gohan saw in his mind's eye white cum flooding through his insides even as tears flooded his eyes.

"Th-thank you, Vegeta," he whispered shakily. He tried to move, but the lower half of his body was too exhausted to obey.

Outside, the others were pressed against the locked door, wanting to know why the hell they'd sensed rising chi a moment ago. Being the kind, sensitive woman she was (A/N: *cough, cough*), Bulma easily figured out what was going on.

"I...think we'd better leave those two alone, Chi Chi," she said with a knowing wink. "Veggie-chan's giving your son more than a lecture about the erotic habits of Saiyajins, I'm sure."

Vegeta heard her. //Bitchy snoop of an onna,// he grumbled to her mentally. Bulma only smiled.

Chi Chi blanched but wisely held her tongue. She herded Trunks and Goten away from the door and back to their hospital room; Bulma and Piccolo followed. The Namekjin stopped once to look back, speaking to Gohan telepathically.

//If Vegeta ever gets too rough for you, just let me know,// he said. //I can be...gentle...when I choose.// Gohan's reply was a strong assenting moan.

//Will do, Piccolo-san.//

In the room, Vegeta was redressing himself, and Gohan was doing the same.

"I...feel so much better," the teenager said softly. "Thank you again."

"Forget it. And I mean it." Vegeta leaned close and nipped at the demi-Saiyajin's cheek. "I'll see you later."

The Saiyajin no Ouji straightened and vanished, disappearing from speed. Gohan lay back and sighed, deeply satisfied. Satisfied, that is, until a lump appeared in the lower part of his hospital gown. Shimatta...not again... The teenager looked down ruefully before changing his mind.

"I'll do that later."

He quickly fell asleep.