Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Vegeta ❯ Gohan Gets A Little Tail ( Chapter 17 )

Author's Notes: First: A few words on why this chapter has been so long in "coming." Some of you already know, others don't...my personal life bottomed out for a bit...my dad had an unexpected quadruple bypass, and nearly died. Because we were co-renting with my father, we are now struggling to maintain a house that we can't afford alone....moving again. For what, the third time in a year. AGGGGGHHHHH!! I don't know about the rest of you authors, but I find that I am easily derailed from my writing when crap like this happens. It took me weeks before I could even think about Gohan's rut with anything resembling interest! (That ol' mortality vs. fictional sex conflict) So I apologize for the tardiness. Top this off with the fact that my story and hundreds of others are being ruthlessly yanked from Fanfiction.net, because of their adult content....and I'm ready to do something drastic.

Anyway. Never fear...this story will be written. It will be posted at MediaMiner.org, and possibly some private sites...and if all else fails, just ask, and I'll email anything you've missed right to your mailbox. : )

Also. I'M WARNING YOU ALL IN ADVANCE. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL. YAOI, HET AND ANYTHING ELSE MY POOR FRUSTRATED DEMI-SAIYAN WANTED. He waited so patiently....and so have you..

so without further ado.

This chapter is for Psyfire and Yaoi Ashes, and all my dedicated fans.....enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor am I profiting in any way from this story. I am just "inspired" by Akira Toryama's work of art.

Happy Birthday Vegeta

Chapter 17

Gohan Gets A Little Tail

I don't need you crowding up my space, I just want to get inside you. Inside you. -- Busted, Matchbox Twenty

He was hot. So incredibly hot that sweat dripped down his face into his eyes, salt stinging. He cursed, unable to wipe the sweat away. He was holding back the encroaching vegetation else it would be in his face as well. He snapped the succulent limb in his hand and it fell to the ground. Overwhelmed by restless irritation and a constant erection, the decision to go to Mav became no decision at all. So here he was in this Kami-forsaken jungle, again. The very air poaching his lungs with each breath, he was still irritated, and still sporting wood. Damn it! With a frustrated shout, he drew the SuperSaiyan energy from within and cleared the next several hundred feet with a single blast. 'That's a damn site better.' A satisfied sneer curled his lips as he moved along the singed segue.

"What the hell is this?" he paced his discovery in grim fascination, grimacing at the cloying stench that assaulted his hypersensitive nose. After a moments reflection, he recognized the Monolith Brothers. Or, at least their heads, as that's all that was present. Crudely decapitated and jammed like decorative knobs atop the village signposts, dried blood ran in crazy spirals coloring the poles like macabre candy canes. His laughter began softly, then roared out, only to be absorbed by the dense greenery surrounding him. "Hell, truly...hath no fury like a woman scorned..." he chuckled again. "Looks like Mav got her new guards after all." He shrugged and kept walking. 'She was probably pretty pissed about us getting away, though she got to keep Bulma's hair...I wonder if she'll be pleased to see me?' A hungry smile found a home on his handsome face. Thoughts of Mav filled both his heads with straining impatience. Her pale beauty, her willing heat...he groaned aloud. His need, was desperate, and his relief was so very close. He scanned the village with his ki, and located Queen Mav in her room. He knew the way. He strode down the hall, aggression roiling off him in waves, daring anyone to say a word to him, much less try and stop him. He walked right up to Mav's new guards. They saw the strange golden man coming, there was just no time for the puny humans to respond. He grabbed them, one frail human throat pulsing in each hand, lifted them until just their toes brushed the ground, and squeezed his fingers tight.

"Do you want to live?" he growled at the slowly suffocating men. Through the kicking and choking, he saw both heads nod.

"Do you want your Queen, to live?" Blood welled where his fingers gouged their flesh. There was more frantic nodding.

"Then make certain we are not disturbed - for any reason - TRESPASS AND DIE." he dropped them bleeding and gasping to the ground. "You understand?"

"Yes." they echoed one another, voices strained.

"Hn." He powered down and stepped over their twitching bodies, into the room where he lost his boyhood.

He watched as a woman, with rich blue hair stood in front of a mirrored surface, looking at herself, touching herself. Slender hands traced the slope of her breasts, swept down the smoothness of her flat stomach until her fingers combed the platinum curls between her thighs. His body throbbed, aching with the effort of restraint as he freed himself of his clothing, and in a movement too quick to be perceived, crossed the room. Taking pains not to break the skin, he sank his teeth into the back of her neck holding her still as he parted her legs and thrust into her from behind. A multi-pitched, shriek of surprise, and pain and pleasure flew from her lips as her body convulsed around him. Struggling she looked back over her shoulder, her face contorting with rage.

"You! You...son of a bitch! Let...Me...Go!"

"I missed you too, Mav." his words just a little breathless, his smirk insensitive, as he as he sheathed himself in her again, growling his pleasure at her sweet, encompassing heat.

Her objection, however, was enough to bring the wounded guards tromping in and skidding to a halt, surprise evident in their wide eyes. Reinforcements followed closely behind, launching dozens of nearly invisible darts from short pipes. Gohan's head whipped up, cold fury etched on his face. His left arm wrapped around Mav, securing her wiggling form against his. "Be still." he snarled in her ear. With a single gesture, the poisoned darts stopped and hung suspended in mid-air, before raining useless to the floor. Dark eyes glittered angrily at the guards who bore his still bleeding fingerprints from their earlier confrontation. Smiling cruelly at their confusion, he powered up until they recognized him as the golden stranger. Some tiny corner of his mind acknowledged Mav's whimper as the energy caused...all...of his muscles to expand. His grin was a superior flicker of total masculinity and his voice sent a chill throughout the defensive line.

"We had an agreement, you might recall? Trespass...and die." He threw his right arm out and in a flawless extension of his will, scarlet ki imploded at their feet and blasted them out the door and into the next dimension like so many toy soldiers.

"Mav, honey, you have got to get some decent guards." his voice was a silken tease, as were his busy hands. Following the path her own hands had taken, he stroked until she arched sinuously against him, until whatever objections she had, were gone. Fingers tightened on her hips as he resumed slamming into her, brute force taking on a frantic rhythm, that crescendoed in sudden violent orgasms. Waves of pleasure unbelievably intense robbed Mav of the ability to stand, and she collapsed with a moan. Gohan caught her weight before she slid to the floor. He rested his head on the column of her neck, panting, and felt the SuperSaiyan energy recede, but not his tenacious desire. He lifted Mav's body, and turned her to face him. Her green eyes were glassy with afterglow, but resentment glittered in their depths as he fit her lithe body to his, nestling his semi-erect member in the dampness of his own seed.

"Hello Mav." his dark eyes roamed over her face, his smile curled smug, entirely too self-satisfied.

"I did not expect to see you again." her voice was frosty even as her body warmed to his.

"I'll have to make sure it's a pleasant surprise then." He graced her with that toe-curling Son smile, and bent her backwards to lavish kisses on her chest. Her entire body shivered, and furious at it's betrayal she struggled to get loose. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

He ignored her question, intent on examining the hollow of her collar bone with his tongue. Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention, his body tensed as he fanned the area with his ki. Nothing. He looked over Mav's shoulder, and the gleaming, gold-ringed eyes that met his in the mirror made his breath hitch. He looked positively..feral. His dark hair spiked in typical Saiyan fashion, his mouth still working the flesh of her throat hungrily. His eyes skimmed the rest of the reflection, and paused in appreciation. His fingers spread darkly down the pale whiteness of her buttocks, her back was one long feminine curve topped by a tumble of sky blue hair...

"Agh!" he fisted his hands in the blue tresses and yanked, hard. "This has to go....like...fucking my aunt..." he tossed the hair piece to the floor and eased himself into Mav's beckoning wetness, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

"God damn it." she moaned as his slow intrusion made coherent thought impossible. "Are you gonna tell me who you are...or are you just going to fuck me again?"

"Yes. Oh yes, Mav....I'm gonna fuck you again, and again, and again." his words were timed precisely with the rocking of his hips. He pried open heavy eyes and was rewarded with the glorious sight of Mav arched back over his arm, fingernails digging into the steel of his biceps as she impaled herself on him. He stifled a groan as tight, wet heaven moved over his length. Snarling he slammed Mav into the wall, pinning her with his body weight and momentum. His hands buried themselves in her hair, reveling in the sleek texture, and his mouth slanted over hers, his tongue slipping in through their moist, slight part. He pulled her head roughly to the side, baring the lovely, vulnerable line of her throat to the burning ferocity of his kisses. He felt the shudder of his release building deep in his groin and knew it would be over all too soon. He renewed his efforts to push his entire being through Mav and the sorry wall behind her, in long, hard thrusts that wrenched small cries from her lips. The weak sounds teased his inflamed senses.

"Scream Mav. I want...to hear...you...scream." He pistoned in and out of her body with the force of a jackhammer, and their trembling explosions began simultaneously. Her scream was perfectly pitched rapture, that sang in his ears like crystal, as her muscles clenched around his hardness milking him of his essence, and his mind.

After an endless moment of sweaty breathlessness, Mav opened one eye, and snorted. His hair was blond and rippling with electricity. "...have to tell me how you do that." she slurred, hardly able to form the words with her lips.

"After you tell me who the fuck you are." She was startled by a sudden vibration against her chest, and she tried to scramble away from the sound, when she realized it wasn't hurting her. It was soothing...'It's almost like a...a purr.

So, he's content is he?'

"Excuse me!" she jabbed his shoulder sharply with a fingertip. "Excuse me..I hate to interrupt your rest, but could we peel me out of this wall now?"

"Shut up woman." The vibrating continued.

"You don't scare me, creep. Your hair is black again." This warranted an exhausted laugh from the momentarily depleted demi-Saiyan. Through sheer willpower, he pushed himself off the wall and released Mav, who stumbled on senseless legs and cursed when Gohan laughed again, at her plight.

"You arrogant son of a bitch! Who the hell do you think you are?" She immediately recognized the tight little smile that curved his mouth too sharply and she backed away with amazing speed for someone who couldn't feel her legs. Unfortunately it was no where near faster than a speeding Saiyan. She found herself scooped up and thrown over his broad shoulder. 'Let's see how she likes it...' he snickered and headed for the bed. When Mav realized where he was going she began to fight in earnest. She yelped as he tossed her unceremoniously on the bedding and followed her down with his sweat slicked, sculpted form.

"Oh no you don't!" she screeched in his sensitive Saiyan ears, making him wince. 'Kami, she shouts like my mother.'

Mav kicked and squirmed beneath his weight, trying in vain to gain some sort of leverage, and then she stilled. The bastard was laughing at her! AGAIN! and all she got for her struggles was a very ready erection straining warmly against her thigh. "Don't you dare touch me! Don't even THINK about it...until you tell me who you are." Her eyes were a deep mossy green, shaded with seriousness. He brushed damp platinum strands away from a face flushed pink with sex, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He kissed her angular cheeks, and her trembling, uncertain mouth. She frowned at the tender gestures, and the amusement that gleamed in his wolf-like eyes.

"I am Son Gohan, and I am....very...pleased," he hissed as he pressed his burgeoning length into her velvet heat, "to make your acquaintance."

"OOOhhh. Son Gohan." she moaned. "Is this an overnight visit, or an extended stay?" she wisped as she worked her muscles around his shaft rhythmically, and smirked when he growled lowly and gasped his reply. "Extended. Very."

"Really?" she sounded disinterested. "How extended?" He pushed himself up, holding himself well above her delectable body, until they touched only at the sexes. Mav writhed beneath him, thrusting tantalizing pink tips near his lips. He graciously accepted the offering, gently suckling one nipple, feeling the flesh tighten responsively in his mouth.

"Kami!" he ground out, as he moved for the other treat, biting the generous curve, scraping its peak between his teeth.

The sound of heavy metal locks tumbling woke him from his less than restful sleep, and left him with an agonizingly unfulfilled arousal. With a resigned sigh, he rolled from the bed to his feet, alert, in the single practiced movement of a trained warrior. It paid to be ready even in times of peace. He padded silently to the main room which smelled strongly of scorched wood from the Prince's earlier rebuttal of his advances. The thought curved his innocent, familial smile into something naughty.

The darkness parted briefly as the doors were pushed open just enough to admit his unexpected company. He folded his arms over his bare chest and leaned on the doorframe, pajama bottoms riding low on slender hips. Golden eyes locked with glittering obsidian in the dimness. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, as Vegeta's gaze burned over him, and in the stir of their wings, excitement curled lazily. The unmistakable scent of his guest reached his nose and filled his head with a potent warmth, earthy, masculine, and sharply Saiyan. His body's reaction was an immediate, screaming rush of blood to an already engorged organ, causing his head to spin woozily. His groan was anguished as he fought his compounded desire and the cessation of basic autonomic functions. Damn Saiyan body thought fucking, anything at this point, was more important than oxygen.

'Breathe Gohan, remember to breathe.'

He moistened his lips, and dragged a ragged breath over them. He ran a nervous hand through hair seriously tousled from his doomed attempt at sleep. The distinctive ki signature pinpointed the location of his...guest as he moved through the blackness towards him. There was a moment of total silence, in which Gohan was certain his company could...hear...his body's terrible, thrumming, yearning awareness.

"Nervous, Brat? You should be." The low gravel grated on every nerve ending, making him quake, not in fear... but in...delicious...anticipation.

The No Ouiji advanced stealthily, until the heat radiating from his compact body clashed with Gohan's over-heated skin. He nearly whimpered. The whisper of laces being tugged loose roared in his ears, followed by the rustle of silk as Vegeta removed his shirt, pulling it over his head, causing the tips of the royal upsweep to brush softly just under his jaw, tickling a shiver from him.

"I should kill you for your insolence." the Prince inhaled deeply, drawing in and relishing the achingly familiar scent of a Saiyan in rut, "Maybe I'll just fuck you senseless instead."

His mouth went dry and his heart was slamming frantically, so close to the heat of Vegeta's breath, he must have felt the pounding on his lips. His lungs seized as he forgot to breath, again. A gleam of white gave away the Prince's usual arrogant smirk, and he found it irritated the hell out of him.

"We will see, No Ouiji, who fucks whom." Growling, his fingers curled tightly in Vegeta's coarse hair, pulling their mouths together, grinding that arrogant smirk into submission with his own lips. 'Kami! What a taste.' He moaned his surprised appreciation and lingered to savor the delicacy of the prince's flavor. Vegeta's hands landed solidly on his chest, burning pale skin with his touch. Gohan's entire body tensed to withstand a ki blast like the previous one.

Instead his mouth was being ravaged by the No Ouiji, pried open by a demanding tongue and plundered. All his hot, sweet, secrets, slickly surrendered to the Saiyan Prince in a tangle of thrusts and parries. Vegeta tore his mouth away, and they struggled to breath air pungent with their combined scents, musky with desire and an appealing similarity.

Strong fingers moved up his sides, climbing ribs, then lightly tracing pectoral ridges. He glanced down with heavily lidded eyes, to see if Vegeta's hands were glowing as they slid mindlessly slow down the quivering planes of his naked abdomen. 'Surely...such heat...is not normal.' His muscles bunched responsively and he gasped at the raw instincts stirred by gentle fingertips.

With his imperial smirk restored, Vegeta tasted the pulse throbbing in the hollow next to his mouth. Royal hands continued their salacious journey south, fingers teased their way under the loose waistband of his pants, drew lines of fire along the tender curve of his hip, and stroked his hardened length through the soft material of his pajamas. A shudder wracked his body and a growl ripped from deep in his throat, as he thrust his hips forward, pressing his erection roughly into the No Ouiji's hand. His fingers gripped the warm granite of Vegeta's biceps, glad for the anchor of solid flesh as his mind was blown away like dandelion seeds on a summer breeze. A soft chuckle reached his ears and anger rumbled through him. At least the smug bastard was panting.

"This is... just...the beginning...Brat." the Prince's voice was thick with amusement, "You think you can handle it?"

"All of it." his voice was gruff as he grabbed Vegeta's leather-clad bulge, smirking when his hips jerked against his hand and a low purr erupted from the chest of his royal lover. He shook only slightly as he unbuttoned the No Ouiji's pants, and tugged the zipper apart single-handedly. His fingers sought the delicate skin just behind Vegeta's insistent arousal, and the shivery sigh drawn from his prince, woke that terrible thing within him. It...had never been so hungry as now. His breathing was harsh and he trembled violently, caught in a vortex of raging instincts against which he had no defense. Helpless against himself.

With an angry snarl he slid his hands into warm leather and over the firm flesh of Vegeta's ass, to yank their hips together brutally. Vegeta's startled sound was a small morsel for his beast, leaving him starving for more, more from the Prince. Desperate to evoke more of Vegeta's pleasure sounds, his lips crushed and bruised the Prince's, his teeth scraped along the corded muscle of the royal throat savagely.

"Bite me and die, Brat." Vegeta gasped under the frenetic ministrations.

Gohan pushed the sculpted arms of the No Ouiji behind his back, fingers locking his wrists together, forcing the muscles of his chest to ripple and arch under his questing mouth. He devoured the No Ouiji, taking tiny bites of the soft skin that sheathed a steel musculature, ridding him of the pliant second skin he called clothing. The No Ouiji's heart was racing like a rabbit's beneath his lips, straining, like any prey to escape its hunter. A brutish smile curved his lips, exalting in his power over the Prince.

Soundlessly he swept Vegeta's legs out from underneath him, taking him down clean, pinning him to the floor. Need sparked through them where their bodies met in the impact. He landed perfectly between slim muscular thighs, his erection nuzzled against Vegeta's, separated only by the thinnest, most infuriating layer of brushed cotton. His face was buried in the crook of the Prince's neck, and the royal scent, was changing, ripening beneath his nose. He groaned as his body surged instinctively against the No Ouiji's.

Gohan jerked awake, sweaty and heaving, the blankets twisted tightly around him, eyes wide and glowing in the half-dark of his room at Capsule Corp.

"Fuck me." he scrubbed trembling hands over his pale, narrow face before slumping back on his pillow. A grimace of disgust marred his features.

"Oh, man...again? Gross." he struggled free of the blankets and wriggled out of his pajama pants, carelessly swiped his taut belly clean and tossed them to the floor. With a deep sigh he returned to the bed, flopped down on his back, arms tucked behind his head. He stretched catlike, trying to release some of the tension inspired by his dreams.

"What the...fuck...was that about Gohan?" his body shivered and hardened instantaneously in response to the images emblazoned in his mind. The sound, the touch, the taste of Vegeta. The scent, of Vegeta. It appeared, he thought, looking down his nude form at his most recent erection, that he did indeed want to fuck the Saiyan Prince, despite not knowing anything about sex with other...men. He wondered briefly, how much of his interest in Vegeta was real and how much was rut. He respected Vegeta like few others, but he didn't really think he was attracted to him. He growled low in his chest and flipped over onto his stomach. The friction of the mattress against his sensitized flesh was not unpleasant...he caught himself moments later, purring lightly and rocking his hips against the bed, very close to orgasm. With a disgruntled snarl he threw himself from the bed, and went for a drink of water. He was really thirsty, parched even...he didn't know why they kept it so damn hot in here... He guzzled a full glass of water and went in search of the thermostat, which he found, and cranked down. He sighed in relief, as a blast of frigid air swept over him and he turned his face toward the vent. He inhaled slowly, filling his lungs with the chilled air, and froze. If he still had a tail, it would be bristling behind him, just the tip would be flipping in soft agitation. Lids dropped down, shielding his eyes from the cold, as he drew in another lungful. There! He was certain, that smell was familiar. Faintly smoky, sweetly spicy...Videl.

Her scent, faint as it was, savaged his senses, had him reeling with the sudden mindless need to find...to hunt... and possess Videl Satan. It was an absolute, tremendous drive that squashed all the air from his lungs and crushed the strength from his knees, leaving his fevered, demi-Saiyan body sagging powerless against the cool, plaster wall. His eyes drifted closed and a moan escaped his slightly parted lips as he recalled their last encounter in the hall. Soft black hair that smelled, like cinnamon and snow, sparkling blue eyes challenging him... challenging, HIM, as if she stood a chance. He snorted. They'd have a hell of a good time finding out she didn't stand a chance....his body quivered eagerly at the thought. 'Now there, is a woman a man could sink his teeth into.' His tail bristled in agreement then curled itself possessively around his naked thigh, the tip flicking gently in agitation. Gohan went rigid, and looked, ever so slowly, at his leg. He could not have been more shocked if the damn thing had waved at him, which given the tails' hardwire into the central nervous system, it probably could have done. Swallowing his amazement, he reached for it with all the caution of a seasoned snake hunter, expecting it to strike at any moment. It didn't strike, nor did it dissolve into a puff of id-induced smoke when his fingers closed around it. It did squirm comfortably in his hand, sending ribbons of electric pleasure skittering along his nerves to end with a firework like blast in his brain and fingertips.

"Whoa." he worked to recoup his breath and stop the aftershock trembling of his muscles. He examined his tail with the curious air of a child who hadn't seen a friend in a very long time. It was sleek, shiny and mink-soft, with fur of the darkest black that shimmered blue in the low light, and it was incredibly, sensitive, to both his state of mind and physicality.

"Ouiji-sama will be jealous." his smile was wry, as he stretched it out, and curled it up, re-learning control and adjusting his center of gravity.

"Videl, will freak." he glowered at the slinky appendage. "Like I don't already have enough to convincing to do." He sighed. "I suppose I should thank you, for distracting me, or this room might be rubble right now, and Videl...." It wrapped itself silkily around his wrist.

"Should we try once more to sleep?" he headed for the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed, straightened the blanket,

and made himself as comfortable as he could with a raging hard on, and a tail. As he slipped toward unconsciousness, his tail snugged itself around his waist, stroking his side in a relaxing back and forth sweep. There was something undeniably right...about his tail, and he would die, before letting anyone remove it again. The slightest smile curved his innocent lips, and his last thought, was that at that moment, he felt very Saiyan. Warm feelings of belonging to a race he'd never known, and a kinship with his father and his Prince, lulled him to a peaceful, dreamless, sleep.

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