Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Vegeta ❯ Something Wicked This Way Comes...Vegeta! ( Chapter 12 )

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Happy Birthday Vegeta

Chapter 12 Something Wicked This Way Comes...Vegeta!

When he spotted the modest Son home from the air, Gohan kicked on the afterburner and blew straight past it, leaving sheer curtains snapping in his wake. He just couldn't face ChiChi's well-meaning interrogation, or being followed Pied-Piper style by his irrepresibly cute brother.

His mood was somber as he landed at his favorite riverside spot and was immediately soothed.

Water swirled by, clear and cool, quietly changing the face of the Earth. Sunlight speared through cypress branches warming the ground below. Gohan found himself a sunbeam and settled down to think. His soft ebon hair and dark clothing absorbed the radiant sunshine, until his whole body floated like a dust mote in a sun-invoked lassitude.

"So Gohan," he began a conversation with himself. "Things to process...the effects of temporarily losing my ki, losing my virginity, and Hey! Getting to know the Saiyan in me..." he quipped in his goofy announcers voice.

"Well, maybe not in that order...Oh! and let's not forget nearly getting Bulma killed, or is that part of the Loss of Virginity chapter?" He floated thoughtfully.

"Regardless, Son Gohan has been a very busy little boy--Nope, wait. The little boy ceased to exist when Mav growled at me. Really! What was that about?" Gohan baked in the sun and reflected on the animal impulses she aroused (pardon the pun) with that low sound. He couldn't recall being completely obsessed with the very pulse of someone's blood before. His eyes roamed under golden lids, his tongue touched his lips as they curled back slightly in anticipation. Even now, he could practically feel the thin resistance of skin give way to the sharp prick of his teeth, and the hot gush of fluid fill his waiting, watering mouth.

'Kami!' he shuddered.

"I assume this is some Saiyan fascination." he sighed deeply. "Wish you were here dad, I could use someone to talk 'Saiyan Behavior' with."

He felt the suppressed ki, like the buzz of angry bees, roll over him just before the voice dispersed his floaty-feeling like so much cotton candy floss.

"Son of Kakkarott! Stand and face your Prince."

Gohan swallowed nervously as Vegeta touched down lightly in front of him. This could only be about Bulma- but damn he didn't expect him so soon! Bulma could barely have made it home, much less told her story...

He stood for the Saiyan No Ouiji, who was clad alarmingly in battle armor. From the tips of his dress-white gauntlets, to the gleam of his gold tipped boots, he wore the grim determination of an executioner.

His black hair flamed above a face chiseled from slate and about as expressive. His eyes though, made Gohan shiver. Obsidian vortexes drew him in, and the barely restrained madness churning in them chilled his sun-warmed blood.

Vegeta stalked softly towards him, brushing against him like some predatory cat. Fragilely sculpted nostrils flared as Vegeta sought information, and found it. The Prince's ki surged out violently in an invisible slap shoving Gohan away. Gohan watched restraint flee the madness in Vegeta's eyes...but when he turned on Gohan, his voice was almost ordinary.

"You have...one...opportunity to explain why you smell of female, specifically, mine."

Rubbing tired eyes and looking skyward Gohan groaned, "Dende! Why me?"

"That pitiful prayer was a terrible waste of your one opportunity." Replied the Saiyan Prince as he slammed a fist into Gohan's face, knocking him back to the ground.

"I don't believe this is happening!" Gohan was exasperated.

"Why not? You've dishonored your entire family, your friends, and your Prince." Vegeta spat venomously.

Disbelievingly blotting crimson drips with an amazingly steady hand, Gohan rose from the ground, and then fell gracefully into a defensive stance. That metallic tang blossomed in his mouth and brought a growl rumbling from his somewhere in his chest. His eyes flickered disdainfully at Vegeta. If the Saiyan Prince wasn't Saiyan enough to distinguish his mate's scent from another...who was he to enlighten him? Just the half-breed brat of a third-class idiot... Gohan had heard it once too often. He smiled at the Saiyan No Ouiji, a feral flash of white teeth, that caught Vegeta by suprize, made him narrow his eyes at Gohan who seemed all too ready for this final confrontation. 'Its about time he started showing his lineage...it's just too damn bad he had to start by fucking my mate.'

Vegeta rushed Gohan in a flurry of single-minded kicks and punches. Son Gohan managed to evade them all except the roundhouse kick that rammed into his gut and had him sprawled and spitting dirt again.

"Too tired to defend yourself brat?" Vegeta taunted. "She could be exhausting for someone less... experienced.." he finished bitterly.

Battle lust glinted in Gohan's eyes, a grin sat mockingly on his lips.

"What is your problem Vegeta-sama?" he responded as he pulled himself into position.

Vegeta charged again, but Gohan ducked, and lunged, shoving his shoulder into the royal solar plexus, then while the Prince was gasping for air like a dying fish, he landed a crashing blow on His Majesties' back, sending him to his knees in the soft sand...however briefly. Neither he nor Gohan were breathing heavily. As they stood there, reconsidering one another as opponents, Gohan's lip continued to bleed, along with Vegeta's scarred heart.

"What's wrong," the Prince began calmly, "is that you FUCKING SMELL LIKE MY MATE!" he roared. Gohan's lips twitched, he was positive, that if he smiled, Vegeta would fry him with a ki blast.

"You smell like my mate. Who has been convienently gone on a two day work conference - for which she didn't take any of her work things - From which she returns with a new look, and a new scent...YOURS! Deny it brat." The last came with a lethal softness that gave Gohan pause. Underneath the surface rage, there was a very real plea, for an explanation that would fix this. So this was his one opportunity. Gohan shook his head slowly.

"I can't."

Though it might have been the wail of the banshee foretelling his own certain doom, Gohan wished that Bulma could have been there to hear the Prince's cry of rage and despair as he let the SuperSaiyan energy engulf him. How could she think that he doesn't care? It's all right there...

Gohan shrugged, dismissing their paltry relationship issues for the action at hand. He stepped into the flow of his own power, felt it tear through his body, and with a scream it exploded around him, vital, electric, golden fire. For a moment he reveled, intoxicated by the sheer possibilities contained within him.

The glowing warriors faced off, shimmering like frantic fireflies in the late evening air, then Vegeta tried to kill him. Hands and feet flew in a blur of motion, each strike designed to devastate. Vegeta poured everything into the rage as he pummeled Gohan. This dishonor would not be slighted. Even if it meant there was little left of either of them when it was over. Maybe that was as it should be...he thought of the blue-haired woman, and confusion joined the melee in his head.

'How could she? I am the Saiyan No Ouiji! I can never be 'affectionate' like that baka Kakkarott, but I am still on this Kami-forsaken planet...I gave her Trunks...and she knows that I feel things for her that I wish I did not...so why? and for Kami's sake...why Son Gohan?' He phased behind his enemy, and brutally pinned his arms behind his back with a snarl.

"Why YOU Gohan? I don't understand this at all...but this least of all! Why YOU?"

With an answering growl, Gohan struggled to keep Vegeta from dislocating both his arms.

"Baka! SMELL...AGAIN." he panted.

"What?" came the shocked reply.

Gasping for air now himself, Gohan forced the words out again.

"Smell...again...Vegeta...it is NOT what you think."

Taking Gohan's biceps in a grip meant to crush bones, Vegeta rested his cheek against the back of his head. Breathing deeply, he sorted through scentual impressions of sweat, and dust, the undeniable scent of his blue-haired mate...and then, the twang of another, unknown female, and beneath it all, was Son Gohan, and some seriously, repressed desires. Vegeta snorted, puffing hot breath onto Gohan's neck. Gohan tried to suppress the reactive shiver that rippled out. Vegeta ducked his head to hide the terrible, cruel little smirk that grew on his face..

'So, Kakkarott's brat is going into a rut of some sort.'

Vegeta set them down and carefully released Gohan. He powered down, his glittering eyes implacable.

"What the hell is going on brat?"

Despite being roughed up and bloody in places, Gohan still wore that wolfish, mocking smile.

"Got it that time did you?" was his reply.

Steel grey flecks of murder glimmered in the Prince's eyes, his voice was glacial.

"Your new Saiyan attitude is going to get you dead brat...no one talks to me like that."

Scowling, Gohan touched a swelling cheekbone that was sure to bruise. Shaking his head to dislodge suicidal thoughts of returning the favor to Vegeta, he spoke instead. "Nothing...is going on."

Vegeta stared at him with those impossibly intense eyes, and Gohan growled.

"I am not sleeping with your mate, Vegeta! I can't even talk about sex with Bulma, let alone have it with her!" he flushed hotly in embarrassment. The Saiyan Prince snorted again, at the half-breed's genuine discomfort, and the pain in his chest eased the tiniest bit. Just enough that he could breath again, that's all, nothing major. He arched one black-winged brow in question.

"So, why, do you smell like Bulma?"

'Man, I am not gonna get out of this alive...keep it simple, Gohan, keep it simple.'

"She fell asleep and I carried her back to the jet."

"Why were you with her in the first place?" hissed a testy Vegeta.

"I was protecting her you baka! Are you satisfied?" he asked a stunned Prince. "She doesn't like going new places alone, and she couldn't very well ask the Saiyan No Ouiji to accompany her now could she? Interrupt your training for some baka weakness every time she has to go away?"

Vegeta tilted his head towards Gohan and growled possessively.

"It is MY responsibility to protect her...not yours. Stay...away...from my...mate." He spoke loudly and decisively in case Kakkarott's stupidity had been inherited...the half-breed could not fail to understand. Gohan nodded at Vegeta who turned to leave, and then nearly passed out when he glanced back and asked casually, "Did you mark her?"

"Who? Bulma?"

Vegeta looked irritated for a moment, until he remembered whose son he was dealing with.

"No, you baka. The other woman whose scent you wear. The one you did sleep with."

Gohan turned crimson. He thought that once he'd had sex, it would be easier to talk about...he was wrong. Or maybe it was just the person initiating the conversation. He also thought a man should be allowed a bit of lag time between defending himself against someone trying to kill him, and then taking advice of a sexual nature from the same person.

"What do you mean by 'mark'?" he hedged.

Vegeta snarled again. He had hated that Kakkarott knew nothing of the Saiyan culture...and now his son is captive to an alien physiology, however dilute, that he knows nothing about. A resigned sigh escaped the No Ouiji, as he stood there, gauntleted hands resting on slim hips.

"Did you bite her, on the neck, during sex?" was Vegeta's disgruntled reply.

"Oh...no. I wanted to...I knew just where to bite, I can still feel her pulse in my mouth." Gohan answered softly, licking his lips. "Vegeta-san, this interest in blood...it is normal for Saiyans...right?"

"Hn. You did...not...bite her?" Vegeta clarified.

Gohan shook his head in a quick negative motion. A glint of something akin to respect moved in Vegeta's dark eyes. Adolescence is a volatile time for any species, probably more so for this Ningen-Saiyan brat. That he didn't bite during his first encounter hinted at tremendous self-control. "Not someone you plan to bring home to meet ChiChi then?" Vegeta snickered when Gohan blushed to the tips of his ears and looked away.

"If you had marked her, it would have meant a permanent interest in her. The mark is a bond shared between lifemates, it's a complete metaphysical union with that other person. That you were more interested in tasting her blood than in creating that link, speaks for itself." Vegeta stated wryly.

Wide-eyed, Gohan stared. "I don't think I've ever heard you complete a sentence Vegeta. I mean, that didn't involve threatening to blast someone."

"Don't get too familiar brat." the infamous scowl darkened his features, "I don't have to be here. You can go through your first rut ignorant as I can only assume your baka father did..." he shuddered at the thought.

"Rut?" Inquired Gohan.

Vegeta removed one glove and combed his fingers through the widow's peak and upsweep of his hair. "A rut is a biologically.. driven ... need to mate. Your first rut signals your body's sexual maturity."

"What's the difference?" asked Gohan, "Aren't we all biologically driven to procreate anyway?"

Vegeta threw a sideways glance at Kakkarott's son before continuing. "You don't understand. The need to mate will preclude eating, sleeping, even schoolwork." The Saiyan Prince was teasing him! "You will have little or no conscious control over it when it fully starts. I strongly suggest you take your woman and lock yourself away for about a week."

"A week?" Son Gohan was shocked. Vegeta just nodded abruptly.

"If you resist your body's instinct to mate, it prolongs the course and increases in severity."

"What makes you think I'm going into my rut Vegeta?"

"Your smell, for one thing."

"Oh...kay."

"And you're exhibiting other very 'Saiyan' characteristics...an interest in blood, aggression, you may find your other senses heightened as well...particularly your sense of smell."

"Vegeta, I'm only half Saiyan, do you think that will change anything?"

Dark eyes considered him thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't know. It could dilute the effects, but I doubt it. It could make it more intense." He was quiet. "That might be a question that the Woman could answer better than I."

"I told you I couldn't talk to Bulma about sex!" Gohan's blush was back with a vengeance.

Mirth flickered around the corners of Vegeta's mouth again, before he caught it and frowned firmly, as if to remind the muscles of where he preferred them to be.

"Very well. I suppose I could ask her."

"Vegeta...don't tell her you're asking for me...that would be just as bad."

"Relax brat, I am schooled in discretion. Not that it's going to matter once you start anyway."

Gohan groaned in terror at the idea of his friends and family being so 'attuned' to his sex life.

"Vegeta! What do...you do?" he asked panic edging his voice.

Vegeta smirked. That same wicked, smirk as before. "I lock myself away with Bulma for a week." he sounded very pleased with the idea. He saw Gohan's look of dismay, and took pity on him.

"It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks brat. It's part of who we are, and the people you call friends, most of them already know. They are accustomed to it from being around your father...and myself."

Gohan looked and felt, shell-shocked. The sleepless shadows under his eyes were not likely to go away any time soon, and now he had a few new items to add to his list of things to be 'processed.' Being accused of adultery by the Saiyan No Ouiji, being beaten up by the same, and then having a friendly chat with him afterwards about Saiyan sexual behavior. Kami! His brain hurt. He needed the down time now more than ever. He looked at Vegeta, with tired eyes and asked, "What next?"

The Saiyan No Ouiji let a genuine smile, a slow, sexy, smile cross his face.

"Get your woman friend and tell her she's in for the ride of her life."

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Author's Note: You all must be bleary eyed after reading all of that! I think it's the longest thing I've written yet! I just could not find a breaking point...::::apologizes for everyone's fatigued eyes::::::

Tune In Next Time For Chapter 13 Dinner at the Brief's