Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Idomu ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

 

Rating - NC-17

 

Warnings - INCEST. And although I don't know that it is so much a warning for this group as it is an encouragement…Yaoi (M/M, M/M/M). Followed by, ice, fire, body modification, voyeurism, bonding, tails, S & M, slave/master, character death, lemons, limes, random Japanese terms, A/U, wishes. (And I apologize for any other warnings I have forgotten!)

 

Pairings - (stepping out on a limb here folks) Lemons: Prince Vegeta/Kakarott/Gohan, K/Gh, PV/K, Radditz/Gh, V/Gh, V/G.

 

A/N: THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME HOSHI!

 

 

 

Idomu - Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

Prince Vegeta paced in the training room while Radditz took a breather. They both started as they felt Kakarott's ki spike, “What the fuck is going on!?” Vegeta asked again.

 

Radditz growled, “I don't know. Father won't answer his scouter. If he thinks I am going to believe him when he tries to tell me it's all the projects Gohan gave him to work on that keep him from answering…” he growled. This was driving them both insane. With Kakarott's highs and lows, many people had put their outdated scouters aside, not trusting them any more. There had already been talk in the council about how the young third class could very well pass Idomu at this rate. When scouters started blowing up on a regular basis everyone started holding their collective breath.

 

No one was laughing behind his back anymore in the barracks. He'd beat the shit out of a few of them, not only for their remarks about his brother, but also because of crude remarks about what they would like to do to `the slave'.

 

“If Gohan has stepped up the training, like you suggested…Kakarott has got to be elite by now. Why not just come back early and prove everyone wrong?” Vegeta demanded. He'd be more than happy to claim Kakarott at this very moment, if he got his ass to the capital.

 

Kakarott's ki suddenly took a dive, “That's IT! I am going out there,” Vegeta said, heading for the door of the training room.

 

“Your Highness! Wait,” Radditz said, catching up to him. “Maybe we should give them another day or two? I am certain if things were getting out of hand, my father would call for aid. It is his son, after all.”

 

Vegeta growled, “I don't like it. It takes a day just to get out there.”

 

“I don't either…” Radditz agreed, “But that senzu formula seems to be able to heal almost anything.”

 

“Almost? You're not doing a very good job of keeping me here,” Vegeta nervously grinned at him.

 

“Yeah, well, I wouldn't mind going…I just think we should wait,” the commander stated.

 

Vegeta's grin grew slyer, “Someone's got a tailless sayian to chase?”

 

“Yeah…I think we'd end up wasting their training time trying to coax them to do other things,” Radditz sighed, not even bothering to try to hide his attraction to the other from the prince.

 

Vegeta slapped his shoulder, “This isn't any easier on me.”

 

Radditz snorted, “You have your concubines if you get desperate.”

 

Vegeta growled, “I dismissed them all the day after you three left. I am serious about this Radditz. I want no other.”

 

“Was that a smart move? Wouldn't the king become suspicious?” Radditz asked, proud of the prince's choice, but concerned about his timing.

 

Vegeta shook his head, “My father thought I was throwing another fit. He has yet to learn I do so without calculated reasons…for the most part,” he grinned apologetically.

 

Radditz shook his head, “You had a reason for that last one…even if I don't know what it was.”

 

“It was about your brother. Always about your brother.”

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

 

Kakarott panted as he pressed Gohan into the floor, “Raise your ki damn it!” the other was going to have to fight him off, “This same level shit isn't making this go any faster.”

 

“Neither is out classing you so far there is no comparison,” Gohan grunted back, but raised his ki enough to give Kakarott more of the challenge he was looking for. He tried not to grin: if Kakarott only knew how close he was! He kicked the other off of him.

 

Kakarott growled at himself. He always underestimated how flexible this opponent was. He knew this would end the same way it always had: with him in the tank with multiple broken bones and possibly internal injuries. He'd become accustomed to it. As it was, he thought his tail was already fractured during this one, but he had learned how to compensate for that as well: as long as someone wasn't grabbing it.

 

Suddenly Gohan stopped, raising a hand. “I want to take this outside,” he stated. When Kakarott gave him a quizzical look, he explained, “We can do a lot of physical, and some basic stuff in here. We can't do any special attacks without damaging the machine.”

 

Kakarott nodded: enthused, but concerned, “You think I am ready for special attacks?”

 

Gohan grinned, “Yeah, more than,” he stated as he lowered the controls slowly from 70 back to 0. He grabbed a couple of the senzu formula syringes before they headed out of the warehouse. He frowned, as they kept flying, and he didn't see anything they could use as targets, “Pretty barren around here,” he shouted to the other.

 

Kakarott looked at him like he was dense, “Nothing lasts beyond oorazu, and usually doesn't have time to come back before we romp again!”

 

Gohan nodded, wondering why he hadn't thought of that. “We'll do this here then. I don't want to waste more time flying!” he said as he slowed and finally descended. Gohan looked around for anything that could be used as a target before his eyes settled on Kakarott, “Well, I guess you are strong enough…”

 

“Strong enough for what?” Kakarott asked dubiously.

 

“You can fire a steady blast of ki, can't you?” Gohan asked. They had yet to have done much with ki attacks, and the Prince and Kakarott had been cautious about their training tactics when Gohan had been a slave in their presence at the palace.

 

“Yeah?” Kakarott answered.

 

“Okay, then here's what we are going to do. We are going to fire single stream ki blasts at each other. I am going to slowly increase mine, and you are going to use yours to press mine back,” Gohan explained. He flew backwards at Kakarott's nod, “On the count of three!”

 

Kakarott braced himself, readying a double handed ki attack, “One…two…three!” They both release ki and yells simultaneously. Kakarott grunted as the attacks collided, and his feet slid in the barren ground. He increased his ki to compensate. “Here comes some more!” Gohan warned, and Kakarott increased his again.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Radditz sighed as his scouter went off, “I know, `what the fuck is that?'” he anticipated Vegeta's question.

 

Vegeta laughed, “Becoming too predictable. What ever it is they are doing, it's increasing steadily.”

 

“Yeah. I'll meet you in the training room,” Radditz said, “Don't want your scouter to explode.” He heard Vegeta chuckling as he signed out.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Kakarott groaned, “What hit me?”

 

Gohan laughed in relief, “I did. Can you sit up?”

 

Kakarott nodded, and did so, “I think we need something else to practice that kamehame on,” he groaned, holding his head, although he knew it was psychological. He could taste the bitter taste of the senzu formula on the back of his tongue.

 

Gohan nodded, “Actually, I think I'll let you send them at me, and I'll block them as best I can,” he didn't tell Kakarott he had to perform CPR before the senzu formula even began to take affect.

 

Kakarott shook his head, “Am I ever going to get there?”

 

Gohan patted his shoulder, “You are getting closer everyday,” he encouraged. Gohan thought this near death experience had probably brought Kakarott over the threshold, but hadn't been able to test his theory yet.

 

They both turned their heads towards Bardock's holdings as they felt an increase in Kakarott's father's ki, “I would guess that means we are supposed to go home,” Kakarott sighed.

 

“Yeah, we can do more physical training this evening, and continue this exercise in the morning,” Gohan stood, readying to leave.

 

The flight back didn't take long, and they both saw Bardock standing with hands on hips and scouter fitted over his head in front of the warehouse, “Uh-oh,” they said at the same time.

 

Bardock flinched as they landed, and handed the scouter to Kakarott, who put it on warily. He cringed and Gohan winced in sympathy; whatever it was Vegeta was yelling was loud enough it was distorting his voice over the speakers in the device.

 

Gohan stepped back as Kakarott held the scouter out to him without saying a word. He waved his hands across his chest in the negative, but Kakarott mouthed the words `too late.' He sighed, taking the device from Kakarott's hand, “Yes, Prince Vegeta?” he asked.

 

“IF YOU EVER COME THAT CLOSE TO KILLING HIM AGAIN, I WILL FIND EARTH AND DESTROY IT!” Vegeta roared at him.

 

Gohan flinched, “Yes sir…your Highness,” he said.

 

“Give me back to Kakarott,” the prince's voice ordered much calmer.

 

Kakarott took the device back from Gohan, and walked away from the other two as he listened to what ever it was the prince had to tell him, “Yes…no, I wouldn't….NO…” Kakarott sighed, “I am sorry…Yes, I'll be more careful…” suddenly he stopped moving, his body trembling, “Can you repeat that?” Kakarott's ki started to rise at an alarming rate, and Gohan increased is own as a precaution, as the prince repeated himself.

 

“I felt you die!” Vegeta hissed, “It almost killed me in the process. I blacked out and had to put your brother and several others in tanks when I came to. The training room was destroyed! That whole section of the palace is nothing but rubble.”

 

Kakarott shifted his body and Gohan went into a defensive crouch as the other removed the scouter from his head, holding it out and then dropping it to the ground. Gohan waved a `go' motion at Bardock and Kakarott's father backed up slowly.

 

His prince had almost died? The rage Kakarott felt at the irresponsible party wasn't finding a stopping point. His awareness dismissed his father as trivial in favor of his real target, “You fuck,” he whispered before he yelled in rage, attacking the other.

 

Gohan blocked the first few blows. One found its way through as he saw Kakarott's eyes flicker teal. Gohan's face became grim. This was it…just a little push was needed to get the other to cross over. He increased his ki, and brought the battle to Kakarott, pinning the other to the ground in three moves, “Calm down,” he said in what he hoped was an irritatingly reasonable voice.

 

It had the desired affect. Kakarott roared and drew more ki in order to remove his antagonist. Gohan found himself on his back, looking up at a super sayian. He couldn't help the badly timed laugh, but it was cut short as Kakarott pounded a fist into his chest, “You find amusement in Vegeta's or Radditz' death?” another fist, this time to his mid-section.

 

Gohan coughed up blood, “No,” he gurgled out. He should have increased his ki again, sooner. Hindsight wasn't going to help him now though. His body was struggling to get enough chi flow to support his damaged organs, let alone bring an increase of ki to defend himself. He brought his hands up weakly, and what he knew was too slowly, as Kakarott brought his fist back again, this time aiming for his head. `I am sorry, Videl,' he thought as he watched the fist swing down at him.

 

Moments later, he realized the blow had never hit. He groaned as he tried to shift Kakarott's limp, struggling body off of him, “Let me go!” Kakarott hissed at someone behind him.

 

“Vegeta and Radditz are alive,” Gohan heard Bardock's voice and then Kakarott's body was dragged from his. Several hands were pulling him up from the ground, and laying him out on a stretcher, “The boy did what needed to be done to accomplish his goal; yours and the prince's goal. I'll let go of your tail, when you get that through your hormone driven brain,” Bardock said, as he sat down on the ground, still holding Kakarott's tail.

 

Gohan didn't hear what else was said as the emergency team took him into the warehouse and began setting up the tank for him.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

“I don't care if you think it is interfering with his challenge! You will get your ass out there and get that machine back to the capital at once!” King Vegeta yelled at his son in private, “And I want the scientist to come with it!”

 

Vegeta growled…somehow, word had gotten back to his father and the council that the gravity simulator was more than operational. There had to be someone in Bardock's staff that was leaking information. Not that it had been mandated that the GR was supposed to have been kept secret…he just hadn't expected anyone from Bardock's group to be in contact with the crown. “I will do the best I can to convince him to serve,” Vegeta said, turning away from his father to leave the room before he exploded with rage.

 

“I had better hear word it is returning within a week. If I do not, I will send the military out there to take it by force,” King Vegeta threatened.

 

Vegeta's shoulders stiffened, “Understood,” he said before slamming the door to his father's face. `First things first though,' Vegeta thought to himself grimly. He turned left down the corridor in the direction of the palace's emergency ward. People visibly moved out of his way as he strode down the hallways, boots echoing smartly with his passing.

 

“Commander Radditz,” Vegeta stated harshly upon entering the medical wing.

 

The receptionist visibly shook, dropping paperwork noisily in his hurry to comply, “This way, your Highness,” he squeaked. Vegeta sneered at his back as he followed him.

 

“Leave,” the prince ordered upon seeing Radditz' face through one of the windows, and people quickly made themselves scarce. Vegeta scanned Radditz vitals, since he didn't seem to be coherent yet. He sighed; what ever had happened, Radditz looked as though he had been in its direct path, and he couldn't very well go and look at the surveillance, because that had been destroyed, “Fuck!” he said, smacking his gloved palm into the tank's side. At this rate, it would be at least a day before he would leave for Bardock's. He was not going with out his commander! Radditz was the only trust worthy person left in the palace; not even Councilor Jerosh could be considered bipartisan. If things went wrong, he did not want his father able to use Kakarott's brother as leverage.

 

He turned swiftly at this decision, stopping by the front on his way out, “I will be notified immediately if his condition changes,” Vegeta ordered the poor man at the front desk.

 

“Y-yes your Highness!” the man did a poor bow in his flustered state.

 

Vegeta barely noted the gesture as he entered the corridor and headed towards his own rooms.

 

He threw his cape onto the back of a chair in his front room as quickly as he could get the cumbersome garment off, and then headed towards his bedroom. He veered towards his shower room changing his mind about meditating right away. He was so irritated…and had a ton of time on his hands. He sighed when he finally stood naked beneath the hot water. He let himself stand with his back to the hot water for a good while, wishing Kakarott were with him to rub the tension from his shoulders. He shook his head at himself, `You know you want his talented hands else where.'

 

He finally shut the water off and dried on his way to his bedroom. The prince sat with his back against the foot of his bed, closing his eyes and relaxing his mind. Having no particular thing to focus on, he just let his mind wander as it would.

 

Vegeta woke up hours later as there was a knock at the front door to his rooms. He smiled, realizing this was the first time in a while he had slept hours in a row. Kakarott's ki fluctuations had kept him up or woken him for nearly two weeks. This whole time, Kakarott's ki had been steady; it was comforting.

 

He pulled some pants on, and then pulled a shirt over his head as he walked to his door, “Who is it?”

 

“Dr. Malva,” a voice came through the door, and Vegeta's eyes widened as he hurried his pace, thinking the worst for Radditz.

 

“Yes?” Vegeta asked after he had made sure the doctor was by himself…briefly wondering about his paranoia…

 

“You requested being notified when Commander Radditz' condition changed. He's still in the tank, but awake, your Highness,” the doctor told him.

 

Vegeta ran a hand threw his hair, too tired to think much about his common place actions, “Why did they send you?” he asked.

 

The doctor shrugged, “I have a feeling most of the interns and such were under the impression you were angry. Probably didn't want to get fried,” he smiled briefly.

 

Vegeta shook his head, “I will be out in a moment…”

 

Dr. Malva cleared his throat, “If you don't mind, Prince Vegeta, I was on my way back to my rooms.”

 

Vegeta waved him off, “Yes, go get some rest. Thank you,” he said as he shut his door and began looking for his boots.

 

Minutes later he was striding back down the hallways, although they were less populated at this hour. “I am here to see Commander Radditz,” he said as he passed the front desk, not even bothering to slow.

 

The person at the front desk sighed in relief; it seemed the prince's mood had changed for the better than from the gossip the earlier shift had been talking about.

 

Radditz smiled upon seeing him and Vegeta grinned back. “Thank the ancestors you are too stubborn to die,” Vegeta whispered, even though he knew Radditz couldn't hear him.

 

Radditz shook his head as the prince talked too fast for him to understand, but then shrugged; he probably hadn't been meant to understand. He gave an over-exaggerated glance around the tank, and then shrugged his shoulders at Vegeta with his hands up.

 

Vegeta looked at the control panel, “Two hours,” he mouthed.

 

Radditz' tail flicked behind him in irritation; he had something he wanted to tell the prince, but it would have to wait until they were in a more private setting. Vegeta grinned and held up one finger, and Radditz eyeballed him. “They put you in an extended patient tank,” Vegeta said, even if Radditz couldn't understand him. He grinned as he flicked the switch to the LCD touch screen on. Radditz grinned as Vegeta brought up the file containing strategy games. The commander had forgotten about this improvement to the tanks. He rubbed his hands together before picking one of the games out.

 

Vegeta laughed, “Good choice!” he gained several strange looks for his candid outburst from family members or friends visiting patients that had been in the same accident that Radditz had survived.

 

Time went quickly after that, as the prince and commander tried to outsmart each other. Radditz situation was looking desperate when the readings on the tank indicated he could be released. “You're lucky this time!” Vegeta said to him. Radditz shrugged as Vegeta began the drainage sequence.

 

“Gods I hate this shit,” Radditz said when he exited the tank, “You would think if they could figure out how to add touch screens to the windows, the least they could do is change the formula…or just add shower cycle for that matter!” he said as he headed for one to rinse the fluid out of his hair and off his body. His tail flicked the fluid this way and that in his agitation, and Vegeta shook his head.

 

“You should get your father to work on that,” Vegeta commented from outside the stall.

 

“Hn,” Radditz acknowledged, “Never thought about it.”

 

Vegeta shook his head, but had nothing else to say as he waited. Several of the injured had hours more to go on their tank times and Vegeta spent a rare moment people watching.

 

He straightened away from the wall as he heard the water shut off. Radditz stepped out, looking around expectantly for something, and then growled, “I hate the night shift here. Where's a decent set of clothes when I need one?” he asked as headed towards the front desk trying to towel his mass of hair dry.

 

Vegeta smirked as the commander received several wide-eyed looks, and followed him. “Can I at least get a set of clothes?” Radditz asked the poor man at the front desk rudely.

 

The man turned a glare on him, used to the abruptness of soldiers, “Well, if you had waited for a nurse or intern to release you, you wouldn't have to walk around naked,” he said bravely.

 

“You get this kind of guff all the time, Commander?” Vegeta asked from behind Radditz, “I certainly wouldn't tolerate it.”

 

“No your Highness,” Radditz growled down at the young man, “Only from shmucks who have no clue as to whom is addressing them,” he chuckled as the receptionist, or was it intern this time of night, scattered to get him what he needed at the mention of the prince's title, “I guess that's one way to get service.”

 

Vegeta grinned back at him, “I couldn't have people wagging their tongues about me dragging you naked down the hall to my rooms.”

 

Radditz laughed, “Well, that would be an interesting rumor to start…maybe we should go before he gets back?”

 

Vegeta chuckled and shook his head, “I have enough of a reputation as it is right now. I don't need that one…and I certainly don't need it circulating back to Kakarott.”

 

Radditz grabbed the clothes handed to him, “My brother would know better,” Radditz stated as he pulled the loose fitting pants on, “Do we have time to stop by the armory?” he asked as he pulled the shirt over his head.

 

Vegeta shook his head, “I want to discuss some things. We'll have a couple of hours to get our stuff together after,” he said, exiting.

 

Radditz followed, grinning, “I have something I need to tell you also.”

 

Vegeta raised a brow at that, but stayed silent as they headed back to his rooms.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Gohan stepped out of the tank hours later, “Uhg,” he said, shaking off his hands and grabbing the towel Kakarott handed to him. “I take it I've been forgiven?” he asked the other.

 

Kakarott grimaced, “I suppose,” he said grudgingly. Then he grinned the brightest grin Gohan had seen on Kakarott's face since his training had begun, “THEY'RE COMING!”

 

Gohan shook his head at the other's excitement, wiping as much of the fluid out of his hair with the towel as possible before taking a quick rinse in the warehouse's showers, “Who is coming?”

 

Kakarott laughed at him, “Can't you feel it?” he asked.

 

Gohan sighed and searched for familiar kis. He knew at least one of the persons Kakarott was referring to must be Prince Vegeta. He smiled, as his guess was proven correct. His smile lessened as he felt Kakarott's brother, and his heart irrationally thudded wildly.

 

Kakarott reached a hand for Gohan's face, “It's okay to love him…” the far away look in the other's eyes didn't seem have anything to do with ki searching.

 

Gohan jerked back before Kakarott's fingers could touch and he looked at the other, “No…it's not,” he said shakily. What he had meant when he had told the commander he `needed time to wrap his mind around it', wasn't the idea of being with another man…no, it had been his unfathomable need to be in the other sayian's presence. He had hoped weeks away from the Radditz would have put this behind him. Apparently, this was not to be the case. Gohan'd had Kakarott's training to distract him, but as soon as the possibility of Radditz showing up became clear…he was thrown into the emotional chaos again!

 

“Why?” Kakarott asked, “Does this have something to do with the same reason you don't know if you will be staying?” the sharp breath and quick shifting of eyes back to his face was all Kakarott needed in order to know, “If you can't love him, then at least for his sake, like him,” he said before turning and walking away.

 

The towel hung loosely in Gohan's hand as he stared at Kakarott's back as he walked away. He finally shook himself out of his confused daze, growling as he headed towards the chemical spill shower in the warehouse to rinse the regeneration fluid off of his body.

 

He quickly dried off, and put on the clothes laid out for him, wondering why it wasn't a training suit. He stalked across the warehouse to Kakarott's side, “I am going to go and get a training outfit….”

 

Kakarott shook his head, “I've accomplished what you needed me to…”

 

Gohan growled, “No, you haven't. It will be a while before you can make the transformation without the aid of emotion to boost you there…”

 

Kakarott's tail whipped out behind him indicating his agitation, “I will not be in the tank when my intended arrives!” he hissed, “Just because you can't face what you are feeling about my brother shouldn't mean I can't at least enjoy the company coming for a least a day. I haven't taken a break since this started, and I want a few hours reprieve now.”

 

“I'll make you make up for it,” Gohan warned, “We…you can't afford to fall behind,” he said.

 

Kakarott's lips thinned sourly, “Then I'll have to make up for it,” he repeated with resolve.

 

Gohan's shoulders finally slumped, “Okay. A few hours,” he sighed, turning towards the house at Kakarott's grin of triumph.

 

“Where are you going?” Kakarott asked.

 

“I want a decent shower if we are not going back to training right away,” Gohan responded over his shoulder.

 

Bardock came to stand next to his son as the other left the warehouse, having witnessed most of the conversation discreetly. He frowned before turning back to the capsule project.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Radditz shook his head as the prince put on another burst of speed and grit his teeth to keep up. The commander had mix feelings about this return. Yes, he would be able to see his family again, but the prince was delivering some concerning news. He didn't like the feeling he got in his gut at the thought of his father going to the capital…

 

He sighed to himself, “And yes, you want to see him again,” trying to ignore this wasn't helping. It only made him agitated and edgy. He suddenly felt two kis flare to life ahead in the direction they were going. He smiled at his brother's antics…seemed the prince wasn't going to have to go the whole distance before seeing his brother. He was slightly confused that Gohan was moving with him though.

 

He growled at himself when the prince put on another burst of speed he just couldn't match. “Too slow!” he chastised himself, straining to go faster.

 

Gohan slowed as he felt Vegeta's ki approach, Radditz' lagging behind a bit. Kakarott sped up, and he shook his head, picking his pace back up. “What are they doing?” he asked aloud…they were going to hit each other head on in their hurry to see each other.

 

Which is exactly what happened. Gohan over shot the collision point, both the prince and Kakarott dropping from the air to the ground at alarming speed. He blinked, stunned, before getting hold of himself to turn and go check on them, “Leave them,” he heard Radditz' voice behind him.

 

Gohan turned quickly at the commander's tired voice, “They could be injured…”

 

Radditz smiled and shook his head, “No…well, not yet any way. I wouldn't be surprised if they look like mongrels by the time they make their way back to my father's.”

 

“Oh…” Gohan said, looking back down where the pair had fallen. He couldn't see them from this height, but he could certainly feel them…he blushed.

 

“You going to give them some privacy? Or stay up here like a pervert?” Radditz asked quietly from directly behind him. Gohan shivered at the feel of the other at his back, warm breath tickling his ear, the smell of the commander's exertions of the long flight to get here…“I've missed you,” Radditz whispered, wrapping his arms around Gohan's waist, “How have you been?” he asked, nuzzling his nose in the youngster's neck.

 

Gohan inhaled a calming breath, “Busy,” he said quietly, turning his face back to see the other but only getting an eye full of the top of Radditz' head, “And you?” it was only being polite to ask…right?

 

“Mmmm, lonely,” Radditz said, turning Gohan around, and pressing his lips to the other's.

 

It alarmed Gohan how quickly he submitted to Radditz' voice and touch…and taste. He hesitantly brought his hands up to touch the sides of the commander's face, keeping their lips locked and losing his focus on anything else as their tongues battled.

 

Radditz chuckled as he caught the other before Gohan had dropped a fraction of a notch. “Mmmm, safer on the ground,” he purred as the other panted before engaging him in another kiss. He let his hands roam over Gohan's back and in his hair as they descended to the more forgiving environment of the planet's surface.

 

Gohan whined and nipped at Radditz' lower lip as his toes touched the ground, before dropping his forehead to the older sayian's chest. Radditz consciously slowed his pace at the other's hesitation. He ran one hand through the kid's hair as Gohan hid his face in his breastplate, “That can't feel good,” he chuckled, unbuckling the shoulder latches. The taller sayian was caught off guard as the other reached to help him quickly remove the piece of armor. The big sayian pulled the other the short distance back to him once it was out of the way.

 

Gohan stood on tiptoe to help bridge the gap between their lips. He closed his eyes as their tongues once again explored each other's. Gods…so much kissing! He purred. Yes, he'd done a lot of sexual things in the last four and a half months…but very little of it had involved kissing and unrestricted touching. Radditz' tail found its way beneath Gohan's shirt, gently tickling his skin and Gohan shivered at the goose bumps it raised.

 

Radditz purred as he brought one of his hands up from Gohan's side to start undoing the buttons of the young sayian's shirt. He stilled as the other tensed against him, and slowly slid his hand back to Gohan's side…apparently kissing was safe, “You're going to have to learn to trust me,” Radditz whispered before licking down Gohan's neck.

 

Gohan shook his head before he tilted it back, “It's…it's not that,” he sighed, “It's,” he pulled back from the other, bowing his head as he tried to still his mind, “I don't know that you can trust me…”

 

Radditz reached for him, “I don't think I am that fragile,” he stated, thinking Gohan was concerned about their differences in power.

 

Gohan shook his head, “It's isn't that either…I can't commit to anything right now.”

 

Radditz frowned, “Except for training my brother?” he asked with much more jealousy than he expected at the thought, “He's busy with Vegeta for a least a few hours…”

 

“Is that all you want?” Gohan asked, “Casual sex?” his voice rose embarrassingly at his last question. If it was all the commander wanted…then it might solve some problems, but Gohan found the thought unfulfilling.

 

Radditz shook his head, “No…but if that is all you can give me…I'll take what ever you can give me,” he said honestly.

 

Gohan nodded, biting his lower lip as he reached a hand out for one of Radditz' and drew the other down to kneel on the ground beside him. When the other sayian didn't act straight away, he reached a hand up and threaded it in the shaggy mane, pulling the other's lips to his. Radditz responded immediately after, growling into the kiss, and letting his hands roam freely over Gohan's body, not stopping them when the other would freeze up this time.

 

Gohan forced himself to relax, telling himself that Radditz wasn't expecting anything more from this than what it seemed; a quick way to get this out of their systems so they could deal level headedly with each other…but he wanted so much more from this sayian. `Videl…', he whimpered at the brief thought of his wife…he still loved her…right? Even if he was doing this? Gohan let the commander have his way with the buttons of his shirt…it had been so much easier to dismiss this craving as one of his own when he had been powerless…now he had to recognize this desire was an element of who he was.

 

Radditz pulled the other tighter to him as he felt Gohan start to withdraw both physically and emotionally from him. “You…I won't let you turn away,” Radditz said quietly, “You want this,” a tender kiss to Gohan's nose, “I want this,” a more thorough kiss against those trembling lips as he pulled the shirt further off of the tailless sayian's shoulders.

 

Gohan felt himself nodding, “Yes,” he said against Radditz lips, “Kami…help me, I want this,” he said, reaching to remove the gambeson from the commander's chest, kissing the skin exposed reverently, exploring his way with lips, tongue and teeth from Radditz' breast bone to the middle of his collarbone, and finally his neck. His fingers quested in deviating directions and different ways. A feather light touch, flowing into light nail scratching…he managed to lose his concerns in the face of this exploration.

 

The unfamiliar term did not register with Radditz, too mesmerized by Gohan's study of his body. He hissed when Gohan nipped beneath his chin. It took him a moment to realize he had been so easily coerced by the other; his hands and tail had stilled as he let himself experience this. He cupped his hands around Gohan's face, and brought their lips together, using Gohan's preoccupation with his mouth as a diversion as he started to learn Gohan for himself. His tail gained the knowledge the other sayian still reacted when he feathered his tail over the spot the other tail should start. His hands were taught that Gohan would quiver if he drew his fingertips below his navel…

 

Gohan drew away panting, before he growled and pushed a palm into the middle of the sayian's chest, pressing the commander's back into the ground. Radditz struggled to lift his hips up, as the other seemed obsessed with getting his lower armor and leggings off. He yelped as the hair at the base of his neck was used to pull his head to the ground, and shouted as the other swiftly prevailed over his bared erection. He shifted his shoulders, trying to get the other to let go of his head so he could view what was taking place on the ground, rather than a great expanse of empty, red sky.

 

Radditz' eyes closed as he felt the other lick up the underside of his cock before lips and mouth surrounded his crown and he choked, “Oh, gods…” and then the ruined fool started purring around him, “Ssssssss-Ah!” he hissed, shouted and then thrust.

 

Gohan relaxed his throat and cushioned his teeth with his lips as the other lost control and rose up. He ran his palm up Radditz' far thigh to his hip, encouraging the motion. The sayian's tail wrapped around his wrist as the other lurched into him again, strong hands running through his short hair. Gohan chuckled between thrusts, `That's it…don't think…just do…' he closed his eyes in delight.

 

Radditz shouted as he felt his fingers contract in the other's hair, but he resisted the urge to press the other's head down to meet him. This wasn't some whore's throat he was fucking…his head thrashed as he restrained him arms, “FUCK!” he bellowed as his hips were encouraged continued to rock. Radditz slipped a hand from the kid's hair and felt his way down Gohan's back, running his fingers down his spine until he came to the waistline of his pants. He hooked his fingers in it, trying to drag the garment down below Gohan's hips.

 

Gohan gasped in surprise as one of the commander's fingers pressed against him, momentarily causing him to lose focus on the situation below him as it began to enter him. He recovered quickly, and moved his free hand down to get his own pants even lower than Radditz' had.

 

Radditz continued to press his finger inside the other blindly, thrilling when the kid noticeably relaxed to let him continue. He supported Gohan's head as best he could with the grip he had as he felt the other's hand move over him, growling when the youth tugged at him. He felt the material of Gohan's pants slide away from the back of his hand, and tried to lift his head to see what the kid was doing, snarling when his head was still not granted freedom to move.

 

Gohan stroked himself and pressed himself back, humming at his body's satisfaction. He moved his head down until Radditz was completely covered before shaking his head back and forth, and then pulling back, repeating the process. His stomach tightened when the other's excitement was expressed as a minute increase of pressure on the back of his head and he heard Radditz whimper. He relaxed his neck, so the next time the force increased, he was shoved down.

 

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!” Radditz roared. He hadn't…meant to…do that…the kid's muscles had suddenly stopped their compensating force. He panted, and thrust his hips up again, groaning when Gohan's head did not disengage in reaction. “Fuuuuuu….k” he whispered as he rolled his hips up again.

 

Gohan caught his breath between thrusts into his mouth, calmly humming when he exhaled. His hand slowly increased his jerking motion around his own erection, and he shuddered violently at one point, almost losing it at a deep throaty call from Radditz. He began moving his head on his own as he sensed the other tightening up beneath him.

 

Radditz moaned and bit his lower lip as his lower body locked up. He shouted when Gohan covered him one last time before cumming into that relentless mouth.

 

Gohan removed his hand from Radditz hair as he felt the other's body fully relax under him. Radditz growled, and pounced, pressing Gohan's back to the ground with his shoulder in his abs as he grabbed Gohan's stroking hand and pressed it to the ground as well. He added a second finger to the first one thrusting, and bent his head around Gohan's raised thigh so he could get his mouth around the other's cock. He sucked hard and fast. Sweet revenge for the torture the kid had put him through was quickly achieved as Gohan screamed his climax. Radditz withdrew fingers and mouth slowly, smirking evilly at the sight of the smaller sayian panting helplessly on the ground with his eyes closed.

 

The commander reached for his gambeson, wiping his fingers off as the other continued to be oblivious to everything around him, “You fall hard, kid,” he whispered, laying his body along side the other's, running fingers over that spot beneath Gohan's navel.

 

Gohan shuddered and groaned…words…words were being spoken. What was their meaning? “D-depends on the company,” he finally said. He had never let his guard fully down when in Vegeta and Kakarott's presences. He opened his eyes to see the commander's face inching towards his, and closed his eyes to black hair and red sky as he let himself be kissed gently.

 

Radditz broke the kiss and rolled himself to his back, pulling Gohan to his side, and adjusting until the other was fitted in the hollow between arm and body, “Nnnn, not planning on going any where soon,” he said, turning his gaze from Gohan's face to the sky above.

 

“Mmmmm,” Gohan agreed, placing a hand on Radditz' rising and falling chest. Guilt and chaos were already starting to hammer at Gohan's after glow.

 

They both chuckled as they felt twin spikes of ki, shortly followed by shockwaves. “Told you they were okay,” Radditz said as he kissed the top of Gohan's head.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Prince Vegeta's eyes widened in wonder as he curled a blond lock of Kakarott's hair around his finger. Piercing aqua eyes echoed his amazement back up at him as Kakarott reached a hand to his hair, and pulled a lock of it down for him to inspect, “Wow” “Incredible” they said at the same time.

 

The prince bent his head down to touch Kakarott's smiling lips to his, “Mmmmm,” he hummed before flicking his tongue against the other's lips. There was a sharp inhale from Kakarott before he opened his mouth to let him in.

 

Kakarott was more than thrilled Vegeta had made the same achievement he had. He wanted to know how…but questions could wait. He ran his hands down Vegeta's bare back and then slowly stroked one hand down his prince's tail.

 

Vegeta threw his head back and gasped at the other's expert touch. He purred and then ran his nose down Kakarott's neck, licking at the sweat that had beaded up along Kakarott's skin. He thrust lightly into the other as his erection began to harden again, causing Kakarott to moan beneath him.

 

Kakarott rocked his hips slightly in response, more than ready for more. He twined his tail with Vegeta's, running it sensuously down the other's velvet length. He brought one leg up to the prince's hip as Vegeta shifted his weight to his arms. He gasped as Vegeta pressed into him again, clutching at strong arms and then running his hands down them. He smiled when Vegeta gazed down at him, moving his hands to rub his thumbs over Vegeta's nipples.

 

Vegeta closed his eyes as a shock at Kakarott's touch went through his body. He craned his head down awkwardly in order to press his lips to Kakarott's as he continued to rock down into the other.

 

Kakarott wrapped his hands back around Vegeta's shoulders and drew him down so their chests touched. He threaded his hands in the prince's hair, kissing him hungrily. His mouth opened in shock, gasping a couple of times as Vegeta thrust into him hard before managing to close his lips over the other's again.

 

Vegeta bit Kakarott's lower lip gently before pulling back to hold his weight on one arm, capturing his lover's erection with his free hand and stroking it. He smirked as Kakarott's head lolled back at his attentions and grit his teeth as knowing fingers once again teased his nipples.

 

Kakarott whimpered as he was stroked perfectly. He keened as he rocked his hips to match the prince's thrusts. The back of his head pressed into the ground, and his back arched, and he screamed as he came again.

 

Vegeta wasn't certain what caused his downfall this time: Kakarott's beautiful behavior, or the tight body cinching around him. Either way, he strained and then shuddered as he was claimed by his lover again.

 

Kakarott chuckled as Vegeta laid his torso over his again, stroking his back gently as Vegeta panted into his neck. The prince growled at him, and brought their lips together messily, smiling as he drew his head away.

 

Vegeta sighed contentedly as he laid his head down on Kakarott's chest. He grimaced before slowly sliding himself out of the other, Kakarott hissing in reaction.

 

“Mmmm, missed you,” Kakarott whispered, still stroking Vegeta's back with languid fingertips. He felt the prince's head nod against his chest.

 

“I missed you too,” Vegeta said, bringing his arms in closer. He shifted himself off of Kakarott, and rolled to his side, running his hand over the other's stomach, and up his chest before he leaned down and pressed his lips gently to Kakarott's, and then lay out fully on his side. The prince grinned at the goofy look that came over the other's features. He snapped his tail tip lightly at Kakarott's thigh, “That look says you are up to something…”

 

Kakarott shook his head, “No…but I know a couple of others that are,” he grinned deviously.

 

Vegeta snorted and then kissed Kakarott again, “Pervert.”

 

Kakarott grinned wider.

 

 

~o0o~