Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Idomu ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 14 )

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, voyeurism, body modification, 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 13

 

 

 

 

He got his answer to the first question the next morning, after he tracked down Bulma to confirm or deny all that his brother had been telling him about working for Capsule Corp.

 

“He told you that, huh?” Bulma said from behind her desk. She turned her attention away as an incoming email announced itself with a tiny blip from her computer speakers. Noting it wasn't of particular import she turned back.

 

“Yeah,” Gohan stated.

 

“Well, he was correct: I was hoping you'd be willing the head up a team for the time machine project. If that means you need a place to stay until you get your life back together, then we'll find space for you here. Besides, you are practically family,” Bulma smiled at him, “Is there anything else?”

 

“Well,” Gohan shifted in his seat, “A few things, actually. Firstly, are you going to continue to investigate who smashed the radars?”

 

Bulma hadn't been expecting that question, and failed to completely hide her true reaction, “No…”

 

“Why not?” Gohan asked: he didn't know why it bothered him as much as it did.

 

“Well,” Bulma stalled, “Um…”

 

Her stalling quickly gained Gohan's attention as odd: she was usually so articulate…this was clearly not her best subject.

 

Finally, “Well, I stepped up security, added additional measures, and you are home, safe…” Bulma tried to list all the positives as to why she wouldn't continue a search for something she supposedly didn't have an answer for. She smiled as she got an idea, “But if you would like to take that on as a second project, I don't mind.”

 

Gohan sighed, “I think it will have to wait. I have a couple others I'd like to get started first.”

 

“Oh?” Bulma asked, intrigued.

 

Gohan smiled as he snapped the thong that had kept the capsule around his neck in place, “While I was away, I managed to create a senzu formula…” he paused; grimacing as he wished his hands weren't full.

 

Bulma squealed in excitement, actually having stood from her chair, “AMAZING!” she held out her hands like a four-year-old at an ice cream truck.

 

Gohan laughed, “Don't get that excited. The formula only has a 30% success rate…”

 

Bulma frowned, “But it does have success. We just have to figure out what goes on correctly and then fix the variables.”

 

Gohan shook his head at her behavior, but popped the capsule open on a cleared spot of her desk. His journal, the rings and a bag of seeds revealed themselves. He placed his hand over the top of the journal as Bulma reached for it, “I-uh…” it wasn't only scientific observations in there, and he didn't want her reading everything.

 

“Oh,” Bulma forced her hand away, “Private stuff in there also?” Gohan nodded. “Well, then you'll have to transfer it as quickly as possible,” she sat back down in her chair, checking something on her computer and copying it down to a piece of paper. Soon she held it out to Gohan, “This is your access I.D. and password to get into the mainframe,” Bulma told him, “I know I probably don't have to tell you this…”

 

Gohan laughed before she could finish, “Don't let anyone else have my password?”

 

Bulma smiled, “Yeah,” she held out her hand and Gohan looked at it funny, “A shake?”

 

Gohan shook his head as he smiled and stood, “Come on Bulma,” he said, opening his arms.

 

Bulma stood and gave him a brief, but strong hug, “Okay…so what else do we have here?” she said looking at the other objects.

 

Gohan blushed as he pulled the rings off of the table, “Don't want to talk about these…”

 

He was clearly uncomfortable with the matter, so Bulma shrugged, “Okay. What's in the bag?”

 

Gohan chuckled, “Seeds!”

 

One of Bulma's eyebrows rose at the giddiness detectable in Gohan's response, “Seeds?” she asked warily: if Gohan thought he was going to use Capsule Corporation for some sort of drug plant….

 

“They are grown as the major grain/flour crop on Vegeta-sei. I tell you Bulma, you haven't tasted anything, until you've tasted the pastry I happen to have the recipe for,” he barely stopped himself from licking his lips in the memory.

 

Bulma shook her head, “Well, I do like sweet things once in a while,” she grinned, “I may just get my mom in on the family business yet!”

 

Gohan laughed. If anyone would be able to duplicate the recipe or get the plants to grow, it would be Mrs. Briefs. “When do I get started?”

 

Bulma stepped to the door, “I'll show you where your new office is. I'll warn you though, there is no window with a view.”

 

Gohan shrugged as he followed, “Not a problem. Oh! I almost forgot. I've also got the plans for a more efficient G.R….”

 

Bulma stopped, “Please, say you haven't told Vegeta yet…” if her husband knew, he'd hound her relentlessly until the G.R. had been upgraded, and she had a ton of other things going on at the moment.

 

Gohan shook his head, “No…”

 

“Okay. Let's keep that a surprise then, shall we?” she whispered conspiratorially.

 

“Sure thing…Boss,” Gohan responded mischievously.

 

 

~o0o~~o0o~

 

 

Kakarott stood behind Vegeta closely as the armored vehicles of the king's army approached closer. His white outfit with blue sash made him a very noticeable target. Not that these soldiers posed much of a threat, but he wouldn't be ascending, out here, unless absolutely necessary. However, Prince Vegeta was in his ascended state and Kakarott was having a very difficult time keeping his hands off his mate.

 

The vehicles began to slow as someone within scouting range spotted them. Moments later they had come to a complete halt. Prince Vegeta stepped forward in the resulting stillness, walking at a leisurely pace. His coloring proclaimed a Legendary, and even if most of these second and third class soldiers did not know him as their prince, they would give him a wide berth and respect because of his ascension.

 

Sayians stared at them as they passed, noise building in their wake as the people began to gossip and theorize about the unexpected. They weren't even halfway through the troops when General Nappa came with apparent haste towards them. The hulking sayian stopped short: apparently whatever his orders had been, were in need of revision, “Prince Vegeta,” he said, placing one fist over his heart and bowing deep.

 

“General Nappa. Please lead us to the King's location,” Vegeta stated calmly.

 

“Yes, Your Highness,” again with another bow before turning on heel and heading back to the rear of the army.

 

“So far, so good,” Kakarott whispered.

 

Vegeta smiled faintly, “Don't expect it all to be easy. Keep your guard up. It's not the common soldiers we have to worry about,” Vegeta whispered over his shoulder, and Kakarott nodded in understanding, eyes scanning their surroundings more cautiously.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

With a considerable groan, Radditz sat up. He rubbed his neck while glaring at the comforter still covering his legs. Someone, he concluded, had tried to knock some sense into him.

 

The Commander growled: what a wonderful way for them to show concern. He shifted his legs over the edge of the mattress and stood, wobbling a little before he caught his balance with a hand on the wall, “Fuckers,” he took a steadying breath, but dared not close his eyes. The room was spinning as it was. Someone was going to pay.

 

With the aid of the wall he managed to make it to the hallway from his room. It became more obvious what a number someone had done to him when he came to the entrance of what had been the kid's room, rather than the stair well. Thoughts came slowly as he stared into the empty room.

 

Why? Why had he thought he would ever be the type to bond another?

 

His brother: the thought was almost a curse. Kakarott and his example of a perfect bond, teasing him with the concept of a perfect match, the idea mere mortals could have something so perfect….

 

Radditz snarled at his thoughts, pushing him momentarily away from the spiral, but the gravity of it was quick to draw him back.

 

He had thought Gohan had completed him, like Vegeta completed his brother: how utterly idiotic. He'd been a decisive fool, to convince himself he was worthy of someone so close to godhood.

 

And then, he'd been shown a complete moron, when reality smacked him a good one, waving the fact Gohan, his ideal mate, was his nephew…He'd been fucking his own kin.

 

Radditz stared into the empty room. With its single desk and small bed, it still wasn't as empty as his heart. His scent still lingered here, “I want you back,” he whispered. Let the universe be shocked at his depravity: he didn't care. If his brother were the perfect example, then let him be the perverse one: he wanted Gohan back!

 

Yet the awful truth still echoed.

 

`He's not coming back.'

 

Too weak to keep him, too weak to will him back…Radditz snarled at the realization he was utterly fucking useless.

 

“No,” he shook his head. He'd prove himself. He wasn't too weak to confront another. He was a warrior, and he'd prove his metal as such going out the only proper way a warrior should.

 

Fighting the enemy they'd been training to fight for the last six weeks.

 

 

~o0o~~o0o~

 

 

Someone cleared their throat at the entrance of his office, and Gohan shook off his thoughts, smiling apologetically as he'd been caught with his mind wandering, again. He looked up and more embarrassment hit him when he realized it was Vegeta standing at his door, his arms crossed over his chest, and an unreadable look over his features.

 

“Well?” the sayian asked.

 

Gohan stood, “Bulma's managed to get the formula yields to 55 percent. I think we can afford to use one dose for a tail to be regenerated,” he froze as Vegeta slowly smiled. It was an unusual look on the sayian's face, and would have made even the securest person uncomfortable: and Gohan wasn't the most secure person right now. “I did tell you this was going to be painful, didn't I?”

 

Vegeta nodded, “Stop stalling, brat,” his patience had grown thin over the last couple of weeks.

 

“Okay,” he walked over to another doorway leading away from his office and opened it to reveal his lab: certainly nothing as big as the west lab, but large all the same, especially when he was mostly working by himself.

 

White boards on rollers and walls were covered in multi-colored, theory equations. Vegeta recognized some of the writing as Bulma's, and assumed the other sort of scribble was Gohan's. He sneered: the two of them had been monopolizing each other's time. One of his eyebrows rose at a set of equations they walked past. If he weren't mistaken, he'd seen similar schematics and notations when the woman was working on improvements for the G.R.

 

“If you'll lay face down on the table please,” Gohan said. He supposed they should have been using one of the medical labs for this…he shrugged, “Oh, and I'll need you to bare your tail…” he hesitated in calling it a scar. He'd learned, after having talked about this moment with the sayian, that Vegeta still had a bit of a stub left, not the scar he was used to on the others.

 

Vegeta got on the table, knelt while he pulled his pants down far enough for his tail to be free, and then laid down on his stomach. He watched as Gohan hesitated.

 

Gohan inspected the situation, and realized just a simple slice was not going to be possible. He gulped, “You sure you don't want my dad here?”

 

“Why would I want Kakarott here?” Vegeta growled: he didn't need the baka here to try and stop him from gaining his tail back. If the other wanted to pretend he was something he wasn't, Vegeta was to the point he was willing to let him, “He'd only try to stop us.”

 

Gohan took in a steadying breath, “Okay. I have to go get something else. A scalpel isn't going to work for this,” and he went in search of a more appropriate tool.

 

Vegeta sighed, bringing his arms up to pillow his face from the table. Moments later he heard Gohan coming back, he hoped with the right equipment this time.

 

Gohan ran ki sparked fingers over the scissoring blades of the bolt cutters to sterilize them. He grimaced: this was not the best thought out plan in the world…He placed them on the table besides Vegeta, “Okay, I don't know if it has to go this way, but I do remember the order that happened when I got mine back: this means…” he was interrupted.

 

Vegeta had heard all of this before: repeatedly, “This means you have to inject me first, which you are constantly warning me will hurt, and then add the injury for the formula to recognize something that needs to be healed.”

 

Gohan shook his head still feeling Vegeta didn't understand as well as he should. He sighed as he picked up the syringe, “Lower your ki please,” he asked of Vegeta. He waited as he felt the sayian's energy dwindling to almost nothing, set the tip of the needle at the base of Vegeta's tail, and then pressed the titanium through.

 

Vegeta held still, a mere twitch the only indication of the sensation he was feeling, a small growl was the only admission of his discomfort as Gohan began sending the fluid into his body near such sensitive nerve endings. So focused was he on his pride, and not letting the sting show, that he wasn't ready for the white-hot flash of pain as Gohan caused him intentional injury.

 

Gohan dropped the cutters to the floor, covering his ears at Vegeta's surprised howl. He took his hands away to ward the other off as Vegeta sprang from the table and attacked him, “I tried to tell you…Oh, shit,” he realized Vegeta wasn't actually aware of his actions: he'd gone into shock, and was lashing out blindly.

 

Gohan managed to evade the second onslaught, flowing around Vegeta's punch, getting behind him and putting him face first into the cement floor before straddling his back. He recognized this wasn't the best move as Vegeta almost managed to buck his weight off: he groped for Vegeta's wrists, pulling the sayian's arms behind his back. If Vegeta had full control over his body, instead of fighting both the pain and him, Gohan knew this hold wouldn't work. Then Vegeta collapsed beneath him, panting, before growling, “Vegeta?” more growling, and then a tortured scream, “Vegeta!” He felt something whip against his back, and turned, just in time to see a fist coming at his head. The shock of impact, and then nothing but darkness…for how long he didn't know, before he was sitting up, blinking the stars from his sight, trying to get a reading on where that third person was….

 

“Kakarott, I am fine!” Vegeta's voice told him who had shown up.

 

“You didn't sound fine,” his father's voice rumbled, an odd mix of concern and, of all things, irritation.

 

“Oh, god…Kakarott, stop touching it!” pleasure, poorly masked by annoyance, turning into a hiss...

 

“Did you have to hit me?” Gohan spoke as his sight came more in focus and he could make out a blur of two people instead of just bleeding, blurring colors.

 

“He thought you were hurting me,” Vegeta growled, “I said, drop it!” Vegeta was concerned that if the moron didn't stop touching his tail, he was going to start purring. He hadn't known the other sayian had such gentle hands….

 

Goku pulled his hands away as Vegeta actually gnashed at him.

 

“Well, I was hurting you,” Gohan said, taking another deep breath, the spinning was slowing…thank goodness.

 

“You were only doing as I asked,” Vegeta was having a terrible time with his pants: they kept wanting to slip off his hips because he hadn't had the foresight to cut a whole for the tail he knew would be a result of this, and he couldn't pull them up far enough at the moment.

 

“You did all of this…just to have your tail back?” Gohan heard his father's tenor ask, incredulous, “You're insane!”

 

“What would you know, Kakarott?” Vegeta spat, “You wouldn't want your tail back, because it would remind you you're sayian.”

 

Gohan heard his father growl, “You're right, Vegeta, I wouldn't want it back, not if… Heeeeey!”

 

Gohan's sight came back in time for him to see Vegeta actually smack his father in the face with his new tail, “Okay…take this out of my lab,” just the struggle, and his obvious flight path, had made a mess of the lab. He realized with horror he was using the base of the time machine frame to lever himself up: his father had almost sent him through it.

 

“Where you going?” Goku asked as Vegeta started to leave, one hand holding his pants up.

 

“Away from here: away from you. Why did you show up anyway?” Vegeta didn't even look back, tail waving low and erratic.

 

“Your ki dropped really low, and then spiked really high,” Goku explained.

 

A growl from the door, “Do you two mind?”

 

Gohan looked up from picking papers off of the floor to see Trunks and Goten staring in, both of them taking questionable shelter from the doorway as they peeked in from the hallway. Vegeta was very annoyed, as could be told from the tone of his voice, but his trying to keep his pants up was not helping him keep his dignity.

 

The two younger demis backed away from the door, letting the sayians pass: Goku following Vegeta despite the sayian's expressed desire to have a moment to himself, “What if I did want mine back?” Gohan could hear his father's voice carry from the hallway, “Do you want me to burn a hole for your tail?”

 

“No! Keep your hands off of my pants…Then I suggest you go back and ask Gohan for a shot,” Vegeta's answer carried, but not as well.

 

“You mean…” Goku's voice was a little more hesitant.

 

“Yes, Kakarott, I mean you'd have to let him stick you with a needle.”

 

“Oh” and that seemed to settle the conversation…at least for the moment.

 

Gohan looked up at his brother and Trunks, “Either of you going to help me clean up? Or just going to stare?”

 

Goten looked at Trunks: Trunks looked back before looking down the hallway, at something…or rather someone. An absolutely evil smile crept over his face, “I am going to go and see what happens,” and he disappeared from Gohan's sight.

 

“And…um…I am going to make sure he doesn't help escalate things,” Goten gave his brother an apologetic smile.

 

Gohan grinned back, despite the extra work this had created, “Just give me any juicy details,” he whispered conspiratorially.

 

Goten's chuckle floated back to him from the hallway.

 

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Vegeta's tail lashed in agitation as he powered the G.R. down. Someone had interrupted his training, again. However, he was a bit surprised at who stood at his doorstep.

 

“Hello, Vegeta,” Mrs. Briefs greeted as soon as the door opened. She moved in past him with a basket full of weeds.

 

“What are you doing woman?” Vegeta asked quietly. He had always had a soft spot for this woman and her crazy ways.

 

“Did no one tell you?” Bunni asked as she set the basket down in the middle of the floor.

 

Vegeta's tail stilled: her basket was leaking mud all over his floor. “No” he grunted and stepped back as a Capsule Corp employee followed her in with a couple of wooden boards, “What the…” he hesitated in cursing in front of the elder.

 

“Well, these are the plants Gohan brought back from your home world,” Bunni smiled, “They are having a difficult time structuring under Earth's gravity.”

 

“I don't see why…” Vegeta started, but Mrs. Briefs, in her odd way, was able to interrupt him any time she chose.

 

“So, they need to be grown in gravity they were made for,” Bunni turned to the employee, “You can set those down over there,” she instructed.

 

Vegeta found his fists clenching. He may, for unknown reasons even to him, be fond of this human, but she was invading his space, “Don't put those down.” The employee was quick to stand back up with his heavy burden still on his shoulders: everyone was afraid of Bulma's husband.

 

“Don't be silly, Vegeta,” Bunni argued, “Go ahead, set them down.”

 

Vegeta could feel his eyelid twitching, and now his tail was moving again, “Woman…” he growled.

 

Bunni turned to him with her ever-present smile, “Vegeta, why don't you go see my daughter? She was the one who said we could use this facility for this project.”

 

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, he wrapped his tail around his waist before growling and exiting.

 

“You can go ahead and put those down now,” he heard the elder's voice instruct the employee again as he stalked towards his home, every intention of asking Bulma what the hell she thought she was doing. He was so focused on his destination he almost didn't realize Bulma was on the surface. He changed directions, people making themselves scarce when they noticed him, in that mood, headed their way.

 

“Um…Mrs. Briefs,” Stacy tried to get her bosses attention as she noticed the terror of Capsule Corp coming towards them, “Mrs. Briefs!” she said with more urgency when her boss kept talking and explaining things to those around her.

 

Bulma finally turned as Stacy tugged on her sleeve. She smiled, “Alright, everyone may go now.”

 

“Woman!” Vegeta growled, as he noticed employees scatter; cowards.

 

“Yes, Vegeta?” Bulma asked. Gohan waved at them from across the yard.

 

“Your mother has gone insane, and is planting weeds in my G.R.!”

 

“What would like me to do about it?” Bulma asked.

 

“Tell her no,” Vegeta stated, crossing his arms over his chest. He was going to destroy something…soon, “GAH!” he spun as he felt Kakarott's ki pop up.

 

“Hi Vegeta,” Goku stalled, as he noticed Vegeta's eyelid actually twitch.

 

“Gohan, go ahead! I don't think he can take much more teasing,” Bulma cupped her hands and shouted across the yard.

 

Gohan nodded. He couldn't believe Bulma had suggested what she had and that Mrs. Briefs had done it, and survived. He popped the capsule and tossed it into the open space between them.

 

“What?” Vegeta barely asked before he turned as a capsule's expansion noise caught his attention. His tail dropped as his jaw did. Another, bigger, G.R. stood in his sight.

 

“Gohan says it has 25 percent more efficiency, and can go 100 times gravity higher than the old model,” Bulma grinned widely. It wasn't often she was able to surprise her husband frozen and speechless.

 

A moment passed, then another. Bulma began to doubt…maybe making this into a surprise wasn't such a good plan. She looked at worriedly at her long time friend.

 

Goku caught the look and nodded, clapping a hand on Vegeta's shoulder, who barely flinched at the contact, “Want to go and test it out? Gohan says we can both ascend to super sayian in that thing and it will contain us.”

 

Vegeta's face turned slowly towards him, “You knew?” was asked quietly.

 

Goku scratched the back of his head, “Well, only for the last week. They were afraid if I knew any sooner, I wouldn't be able to keep quiet about it,” he chuckled: they were correct. He'd been staying away more so than usual this past week because he had been having a difficult time keeping this surprise from the other sayian. He couldn't imagine having kept this secret from Vegeta for eight months: he was probably just as excited about it as the other sayian, even if it didn't belong to him. Who else would Vegeta find to put the new model to the test?

 

Vegeta turned his attention back to the newest G.R. So, the elder was going to be planting plants in his old one. Then a smile spread across his face: that was the old one, “Let's go see, Kakarott.”

 

Bulma shook her head as she was all but forgotten. She turned as she heard a tiny meow from behind her, “I see it went over well,” Dr. Briefs addressed his daughter. He put his pipe back in his mouth and patted Scratches' head.

 

Bulma nodded, “Yeah, Dad, it did,” she smiled proudly, “Now to go and make the adjustments to the old one so we can raise and lower the gravity field from the outside.”

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

“I think we need scouts, or drones…or something,” Gohan paced in front of a white board with Bulma as his only audience currently.

 

Bulma shifted her weight, happy she had chosen to wear comfortable clothes instead of her normal, workweek, business attire, “What for?”

 

“Well, we know what's going to happen in the recent past, and what dates to avoid,” Gohan started.

 

“Yes, but it isn't the current past I am interested in investigating,” Bulma interrupted.

 

“Exactly. We have approximate dates and things going on around them, but we don't know for certain things happened exactly like the history books say,” Gohan stopped, chewing on the capped end of the white board marker he had in his hand.

 

“Which is certainly something I am interested in correcting, if corrections need to happen,” Bulma smiled excitedly.

 

Gohan nodded, “But what about those times when there isn't human recorded history? How are we supposed to know to avoid a meteor impact? Or something else?”

 

“So you want something to send back ahead of the scientist: like a probe,” Bulma stated, nodding, “That's rather brilliant. I would have just gone or sent someone head on into the past without worrying about it,” she smiled, slightly embarrassed: her love of adventure had gotten her into trouble in the past, she shouldn't be so quick to throw someone else into the chaos she thought of as nothing more than a challenge.

 

“Exactly. Then, if we want, we could also send the probes forward, into times we have no way of knowing what is happening,” Gohan popped the cap off of the pen, and bent to write something on the board.

 

“Okay, you've sold me on needing these things. How much is it going to cost the company?” Bulma asked. This project, if it didn't pay off, was sucking up a lot of funds. Thankfully, Capsule Corp was family owned, but some of the higher up employees were starting to express concern about where the benefit from this project would place its importance in the company: some obvious money makers were being put on the back burner for this. And even if it were a family owned business, there were times they brought in investors; not so much for the money, but the propaganda aspects of collaborated projects. Bulma hadn't told anyone this was a time machine project: she thought it best to keep that knowledge to a minimum.

 

“I don't know,” Gohan sighed as he pulled away from the board, “I was planning on building it off of scouter technology, but then I remembered all access we had to scouters has been destroyed.”

 

“You didn't take notes?” Bulma fidgeted a little; she had learned Gohan had a selective photographic memory: mostly for fighting techniques. As far as schematics and formulas, he either had to make a conscious decision to memorize it, or take notes.

 

“I was hoping you would remember…” Gohan sighed as Bulma shook her head.

 

“I can tell you what I saw when I made adjustments, but I never actually got in and pulled the thing apart. It exploded before I was able to,” she pursed her lips, “Hmmmmm. You know, you might ask Vegeta,” she continued as Gohan turned his full attention to her, “Just a guess, but they had to know some repair stuff if they were on long purging missions, and wouldn't have access to ship facilities.”

 

Gohan grinned, wrapping his arms around her in a surprise hug, “Great thinking, Bulma,” he let go as there was a cleared throat from the doorway.

 

“I see,” Vegeta stated as he looked in; he was beginning to think, if he wanted any time with his woman, he was going to have to tie Gohan down in the same room as them. The hug was really nothing: Vegeta understood Gohan held no interest in anyone that way….

 

“Speak of the devil,” Bulma smiled and winked before turning around.

 

“How many times have I had to tell you? This `devil' wouldn't stand a chance against me and I am not him,” Vegeta acted snubbed, but the twitch of his tail tip told Gohan the sayian was trying to be funny: and apparently Bulma realized this.

 

“I know, I know, he's afraid you would take over,” Bulma smiled, “We were talking about scouters.”

 

Vegeta frowned, “Why? The technology is obsolete…”

 

“If you are there physically. What if you wanted to send it ahead of you? And bring data back?” Bulma asked and Gohan let her take the lead in this.

 

“Like a spy probe?” Vegeta thought about it and nodded, “Yes, I can see how that would be of benefit, but the model I was used to doesn't function on its own.”

 

“Oh, I already have that figured out,” Gohan said, tapping the board with his pen, “What I need is anything you can remember about scouter construction,” he walked over and pointed to another white board, “This is what I can remember,” he said.

 

Both Bulma and Vegeta moved closer, “That's mostly what I know also,” Bulma concluded.

 

Vegeta grunted, taking a pen from the tray at the bottom of the board, shaking his head, and marking over some of Gohan's equations, “This is different.”

 

Bulma and Gohan stepped back, both smiling quietly at each other as they watched Vegeta's scribble, tail looping and unlooping around his knee as he thought. Bulma looked closer at the board, “Wait…I can't read that…”

 

“I can,” Gohan said, realizing he'd automatically translated Vegeta's figures.

 

“Well, I guess that's all that really matters, for now,” Bulma sighed, “I want it translated though, when you guys are done.”

 

Gohan nodded.

 

 

~o0o~~o0o~

 

 

“General Nappa, please inform my father I am here,” Prince Vegeta stopped.

 

“You're not going…” Nappa started to question.

 

“No, he can come out to meet me,” Vegeta informed the general. A public meeting would be of more benefit for Kakarott and himself, than a meeting in a private setting.

 

Nappa bowed and headed for a particular formation of vehicles. Kakarott finally spoke, “You're sure?”

 

Vegeta turned to his mate. He wanted nothing more than to rub it in everyone's face right now and kiss Kakarott…he smirked, what he had going on in his head was absolutely pornographic. Vegeta found humor in the thought of rendering the sayian army useless with lust.

 

“Hello? Vegeta?” Kakarott waved his hand in front of Vegeta's face.

 

The prince shuddered as he came out of his daydream, “Sorry. It's been a couple of days…”

 

Kakarott snorted; Vegeta was exaggerating, but he understood, “I know.”

 

“All the more reason to get this done with, quickly,” Vegeta sighed and turned his attention back in the direction Nappa had disappeared to. People were starting to motivate: yet they were still taking too damned long for the prince's liking.

 

Moments later a group broke apart from the rest, badges and seals informed Vegeta who was coming, “Okay Kakarott. Almost your turn.”

 

“Vegeta!” they both heard the king's voice bark, “I see you've finally come to your senses…”

 

Vegeta growled: the king was so preoccupied with having him under hand he hadn't noticed the ascension…or he was doing a good job of trying to piss him off, “Come to my senses?” he questioned, just to turn the tables, “I never lost them.”

 

“Then you are still obsessed with that fool of a concubine…” the king went into a tirade, but Vegeta hardly noticed. What he did notice was several people beginning to wonder what the hell the army was doing out here, for something that was obviously a personal, family squabble.

 

Vegeta kept the smirk off of his face: he couldn't have done a better job of showing what an idiot his father was being if he had tried, “I am, and will always be, obsessed with him. He is my bonded mate,” Vegeta pulled the collar of his shirt open in order to bare his marks and the crowd was thrown into even more confusion.

 

The king roared his disapproval, “You, you think because you are ascended you can do what ever you want?”

 

Vegeta frowned, “No…”

 

“How long will it be before someone is able to kill you by killing your lesser mate?” the king's question was not only aimed at his son, but the army, and therefore people, in general, “No matter how strong you have become, you can not expect the people to put themselves in such a precarious position by having a king,” King Vejita spat, “Who…”

 

Kakarott noticed Vegeta beckon to him, and he moved forward, causing the king to stop his rant as he, and several others, noticed the colors he wore, “I do not have a lesser mate,” Vegeta hissed. Then he turned to Kakarott, “This is it,” he whispered.

 

Kakarott nodded, taking a deep breath, “I have come to complete my challenge…” he started in a clear, carrying voice.

 

The king laughed, “You are 10 months early, fool!”

 

Kakarott's chin lowered, and he growled, “I am not the fool…”

 

Vegeta broke in, “Don't let him get to you. Follow the rite,” he instructed quietly.

 

Kakarott took another breath, “I have come to complete my challenge of my birth class,” he managed to finish this time, “In presence of King and council…” he was interrupted again.

 

King Vejita barked another mocking laugh, “There is no council here!” he smirked, even if he had to get his point across on a technicality…

 

“I am here,” Councilman Jerosh came to the fore, despite the glare his king gave him.

 

“As am I,” another council member clambered down from one of the army vehicles.

 

“I am a Council member,” Vegeta spoke up, and smirked at his father.

 

“And I,” General Nappa stepped forward.

 

One of Vegeta's eyebrows rose at that: he had thought General Nappa nothing more than his father's well trained guard dog, and hadn't expected the man to step forward in situation that would go directly against the king's obvious wishes.

 

“Kakarott, please continue,” Councilman Jerosh nodded his acknowledgement of the others. He seemed somewhat embarrassed by the king's wordless fit.

 

“Not of first class,” he growled as the king's insane laughter came across clear, “But of elite,” and he started gathering energy to him. Vegeta had instructed to make this calm. The prince wanted people inspired and awed, not terrified: terrified people did rash things.

 

“General Nappa, is your scouter still functioning?” Councilman Jerosh asked.

 

“Yes, sir,” Nappa turned his scouter on, watching the data, “He is indeed already first class…”

 

“And?”

 

“His power is still rising,” Vegeta couldn't tell if General Nappa actually sounded smug about that or not.

 

The scouter blipped at the General, and Nappa frowned, “Elite, and still rising…”

 

“May I suggest you turn the scouter off, General?” Vegeta asked. He had ascended, and then lowered his ki, but Kakarott's ki spike before he could do that would destroy the machine.

 

Nappa gave the prince a curious look, but did as suggested, and several of the other on lookers did the same.

 

Kakarott grit his teeth, and closed his eyes, tension in the tendons of his neck showing as he threw his head back. Doing this so slowly was almost unbearable: not with pain, but with feeling the power come to him, it made him giddy…almost insane. “Vegeta,” he barely mumbled, ~I am not going to be able to do this without a shockwave,~ he warned his mate.

 

“Step back!” Vegeta ordered, throwing up a barrier around himself and Kakarott, trying to guard the crowd.

 

As soon as Kakarott felt the danger to everyone else gone, his head snapped forward as he yelled, eyes turning piercing blue, hair waving brilliant gold.

 

Many in the crowd gapped at them, not knowing what to think about two Legendaries, in the same generation, and being bonded.

 

The king's ramblings had quieted, but he was starting to show signs of growing faint, or having a seizure. The king's reactions were over looked by the chorus of concern people in the area started to express, and Vegeta congratulated himself on coaching Kakarott to do this with as little dramatics as possible: it was fun to roar and go all golden, but that would have sent most of these people running with their tails between their legs, and not have endeared them to their cause.

 

Prince Vegeta dropped the barrier, and addressed the General and other Councilmen, “This is not all for show. There is a great danger heading for our planet…” he was interrupted as several scouters warmed up at once. Vegeta could hear someone's excited voice coming through over Nappa's earpiece.

 

Nappa frowned, “Acknowledged,” he looked up at his prince, and then to his raving king, “I don't know how, but you did know this was coming? There is a ship at our atmosphere demanding our surrender.”

 

Vegeta closed his eyes and then he held out his hand, “Give me your scouter,” he asked of the General, and Nappa handed it over.

 

“This is Prince Vegeta. Open a link to the enemy ship,” Vegeta demanded once he had the scouter fitted over his head.

 

“This is Prince Vegeta,” Vegeta announced himself again, this time to the ship hovering in their atmosphere. He had felt the presence of the other for days, although unable to pinpoint his exact location, “I regret to inform you,” he looked over where Counsilman Jerosh was overseeing the sedation of his father, “The king is indisposed at the moment, and you will be negotiating with me,” he glanced over at his mate as the lunatic on the other end made a silly demand, and made an upward gesture with his hand.

 

Kakarott began to raise his ki. Prince Vegeta smirked, just as Gohan had said, this loon, Brolli, would not be able to resist the temptation of fighting his mate.

 

“One hour,” Vegeta agreed, “Repeat the location,” he clicked the record button on the scouter, “Looking forward to it,” he waited until the other had closed the link before taking the scouter off and handing it back to Nappa. If they needed a rescue mission, Nappa now had the coordinates of where they were going to be.

 

He turned back to Kakarott, “Ready?”

 

Kakarott shook his head in disbelief. Everything was happening one right after another, “I was hoping for a breather,” he said sadly before nodding.

 

Vegeta turned back to Nappa, “You are in charge of the army while I am away,” he beaconed to Councilman Jerosh, “There may be a chance I might not be coming back,” he warned the other two very seriously.

 

Nappa and Jerosh looked at each other, and then at the king, “What…” Nappa began.

 

Vegeta interrupted, “If that happens, do not fight this sayian. This is more of a fight for the throne than either of you know. If I am defeated, and my father does not pull it together,” Vegeta sighed, “Then…” he flinched as Jerosh put a hand to his shoulder.

 

“Don't make us do that,” the Councilman said, “But…I know what to do, if that happens.”

 

Vegeta nodded, closing his eyes, turning, and then taking off for the coordinates the enemy had indicated, Kakarott following quickly after.

 

 

~o0o~~o0o~

 

 

Gohan sighed as he signed the bottom line. Videl hadn't made this whole divorce process hell, but she sure had dragged it out for as long as possible. Gohan couldn't tell if she had done so for spite, or for some lingering hope he would change his mind.

 

Either way, a year and two months after having been wished back to Earth, she sat quietly and stoned face in the chair next to him. Bulma had done or said something that had changed Videl's mind about taking this to court, so it was just a notary, a lawyer, and the two of them. Pan was sitting outside the office in a waiting room…somewhere.

 

“I will take these to a judge to process. You should both hear back from me in a week,” the man stood, almost held out his hand for it to be shaken, realized the situation, and left instead. The notary, feeling the tension in the room, followed after him quickly.

 

Gohan sat back, not certain what, if anything should be said in a moment like this. He was saved from making more of an ass out of himself as Videl simply stood and walked out. He pressed his hands against his face and gave a tired sigh: he seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

 

“Daddy?” he quickly looked up as he heard is daughter's voice.

 

“Hi honey,” he said with a tired smile.

 

Pan crossed the threshold, “Mom says we are going away for a while…”

 

Gohan sighed again. He hadn't really known what Videl's plans were, but he sort of figured they would be something along these lines. “Okay. Come here,” he requested. He frowned as Pan sat in the chair her mother had been sitting in moments before, “You know I am not mad at you, right?”

 

Pan shook her head: she still couldn't believe her dad wasn't, “It wasn't very nice, what I did…” she began. They'd had this discussion before, but her father never tried to punish her, or got angry with her, like she thought he should. Maybe his staying away from her was a sort of punishment?

 

“Things happened. I got to learn more about Vegeta-sei and myself than I ever thought possible. I wouldn't give up that experience,” Gohan told Pan with a sad, little smile.

 

“Okay,” Pan finally caved. If her dad said he was okay with this…she hopped down from her chair and gave him a strong hug, “I am going to miss you.”

 

Gohan ran a hand over his daughter's bandana and chuckled, “Yeah, but, you do know, if you need to, you can always come and see me?”

 

Pan smirked, “Like Mom could stop me.”

 

“Just choose your moments wisely, okay?” Gohan requested of his daughter, squeezing her tight after she nodded her understanding. “I'll see you later, Pan,” he said as she stepped away, “I love you.” His daughter stopped and waved from the doorway, before heading out of the office.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Gohan took a break from his calculations to look at his watch: the probe should have been back with data by now. He sighed, putting the pencil he held down. If he couldn't get them to come back, then there was no way of knowing….

 

“I think this belongs to you,” Vegeta's voice held some amusement.

 

Gohan turned, took a look at what was in the sayian's hand and cringed, “Yeah,” he sighed as he stood and walked over to Vegeta, inspecting the barely recognizable piece of machinery, “What happened?”

 

“Buzzed in while I was shooting drones. Maybe you ought to pick a less-likely to kill target?” Vegeta suggested as he dropped the machine into Gohan's outstretched hand.

 

“Actually, I was hoping if I picked a target that knew what it was, it wouldn't get destroyed,” Gohan gave Vegeta a slightly crooked grin.

 

Vegeta shrugged, rolling a shoulder, “It's pretty loud upon entry. You may want to fix that.”

 

“Dang it,” Gohan cursed as he spread the probes remains out on the table, picking at them sadly. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt a hand placed on his shoulder.

 

“You should take a break,” Vegeta told Gohan, “It's not good for you to sit underground all day…and night.”

 

Gohan nodded, “Yeah. Maybe I should go see Goten…”

 

Vegeta frowned, “I was hoping you'd be willing to spar. Shooting drones gets boring.”

 

“I thought you and Dad…”

 

“Something's scared your father off again,” Vegeta's frown held out a little longer, but then a smirk crept over his features.

 

“What did you do?” Gohan asked with suspicion.

 

Vegeta shrugged, “I didn't do anything,” he laughed when Gohan gave him a `sure you didn't' look, “I think it's tail envy, and he hasn't got the balls to let you stick him with a needle,” Vegeta looked smug, “Yet.”

 

Gohan shook his head, but he believed that story, “Okay, give me five minutes to get changed, and I'll meet you at the G.R.” he requested.

 

Vegeta nodded before turning and walking from the lab, tail twitching in anticipation of a good fight.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Chichi shook her head. She had been watching Goku intermittently from the window above the kitchen sink for almost two hours. As happy as she was that he was here, helping with chores like chopping wood and hanging laundry, she knew this wasn't healthy behavior for him.

 

She watched as he actually blew his bangs up from his forehead with the air from another great sigh while he sat on the chopping block, his chin set on the knuckles of hands he had curled up in fists, as he stared down at nothing.

 

Chichi took her apron off and set it aside before stepping out the back door.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Goku sighed. It seemed Vegeta had managed to get Gohan to spar with him. He'd been supervising their kis as the spar progressed. He was comparing it to how short of a spar the last he'd had with Vegeta had been when he lifted his head as he heard the back screen door open and then swing shut.

 

“Goku-sa,” Chichi called out to her husband.

 

“Yeah Chi?” Goku asked, hoping she might have something for him to do to distract himself.

 

“Why don't you just go and ask him to spar,” Chichi put her hands on her hips.

 

Goku gave his wife a curious look, “What?”

 

“I said, why don't you just go pick a fight with that bastard or something,” Chichi rephrased her suggestion.

 

“Chi?” Goku couldn't believe the words coming out of his wife's mouth.

 

“You're moping,” Chichi pointed in her husband's direction.

 

“I was med…”

 

Chichi interrupted Goku before he could convince himself of what he had or had not been doing, “You were moping, Goku.”

 

“Aren't you happy to have me here?” Goku almost whined in confusion.

 

“Goku, I am happy to have you here, when you are happy to be here, and up until a couple of hours ago, that's almost been two weeks,” Chichi shook her head, “Go spar. You'll be happier when you come back, and I'll be happier knowing you had fun.”

 

“Can I go fishing instead?” Goku asked: as much as he'd like to go see Vegeta, something about the other sayian had started to bug him recently. Goku couldn't quite pin point what that `thing' was, but he was fairly certain it had something to do with the other sayian's tail. Vegeta wasn't keeping it to himself as much any more…

 

Chichi pursed her lips, “Well, if you think that will make you happy…”

 

“Okay,” Goku stood away from the chopping block and started walking towards the nearest lake.

 

Chichi shook her head as her husband showed a definite lack of enthusiasm for the pastime, “No moping!” she encouraged to his back.

 

Goku shrugged.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

 

The spar had started out well. Gohan enjoyed the extra weight on his shoulders as Vegeta turned the gravity up. He relished the exercise of putting his body through the motions of blocking and striking. The smell of sweat and exertion….

 

He had no idea how he ended up on his back, panting and growling with Vegeta clutched betweens his legs, “Gohan,” Vegeta panted down at him, an exceedingly shocked look on his face, “You should let go, kid.”

 

Gohan's growl was cut off as he swallowed, watching sweat drip off of Vegeta's chin, letting it hit his lips before licking it off. It didn't taste quite as good as what he remembered Radditz tasting like, but it was still nice…He whined as his hand moved forward, barely touching Vegeta's chest.

 

“Look, Gohan, as flattered as I am that you think I can fuck and fight you,” Vegeta started, “We both know I won't,” he gasped and then growled as Gohan's tail tried to twine with his.

 

“It's been so long,” Gohan whispered, levering himself up enough with his arms to lick at Vegeta's neck, “I-I can't even masturbate without thinking of him…” it'd been three fucking years, damn it! “Please?” He knew through extensive blood tests the hormone levels from the partial bond had faded…he just needed something else to focus on, he was certain of this…he hoped. Romantic notions of `love ever lasting' were all fine and good…until you had balls the color of Earth's sky….

 

Vegeta growled again, clenching his eyes and turning his head away as it seemed Gohan was moving for his mouth, “Kid…”

 

“Don't call me that,” Gohan kissed Vegeta's neck, and then his collarbone, “He called me that,” he explained before tilting his head further down.

 

Vegeta gasped and then snarled as Gohan looped his tail around his, and then ran the coil down. The sayian jerked away from the sensation, only to realize he was jerking in the direction he was supposed to be resisting, “Shall I call you brat?” he asked, hoping to get an angry response instead of this teasing.

 

Gohan chuckled as he cinched his legs tighter, “Other than `kid' you can call me anything you'd like, for all I care. I just want to fuck,” he nipped at Vegeta's training shirt while looking up at the other suggestively, leaned back onto the floor slowly before jerking his hips up just enough to know Vegeta wasn't as opposed to the idea as his stalling would suggest.

 

Vegeta grabbed one of Gohan's roaming hands and pinned it to the floor by the wrist. He did the same with the other a moment later, trying to gain some distance from the other by lifting away, only to have those strong legs keep him encircled. He grunted as Gohan managed to manipulate his hips into a simile of grinding.

 

Gohan watched Vegeta with avid eyes as the sayian struggled with himself on this one. He smirked, thinking he had won when Vegeta closed his eyes, a soft, needful groan passing his lips quietly: Gohan found the display quite attractive. The mood switched as Vegeta's eyes snapped open and glared down at him.

 

Vegeta had to believe the kid, brat…Gohan had no idea the torture he was putting him through: he had little interest in him other than his body's promise of what a good fuck would feel like. Yes, he and the woman still had sex, and he enjoyed their private closeness greatly, but he hadn't been able to pound her…like this sayian below him was suggesting.

 

Vegeta glared down at Gohan, the temptation the other offered as enraging as it was exciting, but it wasn't what either of them really wanted. Then his focus shifted a to Gohan's shoulder. He gave no other warning before descending his lips to Gohan's bonding mark: he had to get the idea across to the other somehow.

 

Gohan's head snapped to the side, trying to protect the mark. He bit at Vegeta's ear, growling, and then rolled them until he was on top, struggling to get the other to stop before he caused real injury.

 

“See,” Vegeta panted as he looked past Gohan's head to the ceiling, “This isn't going to work.”

 

Gohan growled, and let go. He let tense muscles relax, his whole body settling over the other's, “There's got to be a way…”

 

“Not without fighting you for every move, and that's too much like rape for my tastes,” Vegeta sighed, thinking he'd finally gotten the point across.

 

“If…if you didn't have to fight me?” Gohan asked, licking Vegeta's ear apologetically, “Then?”

 

Vegeta growled softly as Gohan kissed down his neck; the physical aspects of this prospect were tempting, “Maybe…How?” he jerked his head up as one of Gohan's hands led his to the kid's tail, shivering as the fur ran through the palm of his hand, “That won't work either…”

 

Gohan grumbled in disappointment, “Why?” he thought enough of his power would be siphoned off if Vegeta could keep hold of it…

 

Vegeta chuckled, shaking his head at his own thoughts, “There are some things I like to use both hands for.”

 

Gohan grinned faintly into Vegeta's neck, “Pervert.”

 

“MMmmmm,” Vegeta didn't disagree.

 

Gohan sighed, thinking sadly how he was about to get up now, with the hard on from hell, and have to…wait, “Ki cuffs.”

 

Vegeta stilled, “What?”

 

“The ki cuffs, from when I first came back,” Gohan said, lifting his upper torso away from Vegeta, looking down at him seriously.

 

Vegeta ran his hands up Gohan's sides while deliberating, “You're sure?” he sighed as Gohan bit his bottom lip and nodded. “Okay.”

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Goku sat on the edge of the stream staring at his own reflection. He supposed he should be out there in the water, fishing like he told Chichi he was going to, but he was moping, and he couldn't seem to put the energy involved with that to anything else at the moment.

 

Other than the odd brook trout, the occasional weird ripple, and Gohan's and Vegeta's fluctuating kis…this was really boring. He wished he had brought a pole…or even had his tail. He smiled fondly, remembering how he would tie a string to his tail and use that for fishing instead….

 

He frowned. Gohan's ki had just taken a dramatic dive: so much so he couldn't detect it. Vegeta's was still being erratic. Last time he had felt something similar, Vegeta had gotten his tail back. What could they possibly be up to now?

 

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Vegeta opened the cupboard he remembered Bulma pulling the ki cuffs out of. The hideous things sat in the darkness, looking so benign, waiting. The sayian took a deep breath and reached for them. He held them out to Gohan as he closed the cupboard doors.

 

Gohan took the shackles from Vegeta's hand. He grimaced, remembering why they had last been used, “I can't…I can't do this in here,” he said, indicating the medical lab he'd been in for days upon his return to Earth.

 

Vegeta grunted his understanding, grabbing a bottle of some sort of gel with one hand, and then Gohan's with his other. He led them down the hallway, past a couple of lab doors before picking one at seeming random. He shut and locked the door after he had pulled Gohan in after him. He shook his head as Gohan was already taking his shirt off, having thrown the cuffs onto an island counter top. Vegeta set the bottle down and followed suit, gasping as the shirt came off and Gohan's mouth was suddenly seeming everywhere on his skin.

 

His eyes continued to watch as the kid…no, certainly not kid, licked, bit and sucked at him with seductive talent and eager, messy noises. Much more so than he would have thought the lab rat capable of: and this was just his chest and stomach? What would it be like to have that mouth…he growled lustfully at the thought before purring as Gohan ran ki charged fingers over his tail. “Hnnnn, Gohan…stop,” and regrettably the other did.

 

Gohan stepped back, smiling apologetically for his enthusiasm, before turning to grab the cuffs and holding them out to Vegeta, and then his wrists as the sayian emptied his hands.

 

Vegeta shook his head as he unbuckled one cuff, looped it over Gohan's wrist and then buckled it in place. He did the same with the other before switching them on, and having the catch the other as his ki was sucked away, and Gohan's knees buckled.

 

“Sorry, should have expected that,” Gohan whispered in Vegeta's ear, and then kissed at it, sucking the rim of it into his mouth gently, running the tip of his tongue over the bit he had trapped in his mouth.

 

Vegeta closed his eyes, shuddering as he let himself feel…just physically…feel, “So good,” he whispered and then groaned as Gohan chuckled and hummed his agreement. He growled, forcing the hem of Gohan's training pants down past his hips, trying to get the other to give him room to work, which seemed impossible when Gohan seemed determined to kiss over every square inch of his neck and shoulders. He shook his head and smiled when Gohan whined as he broke away long enough to sit the other up on the counter top, pull his tail - gently - from the hole in the back, and then strip them the rest of the way down his long legs. Gohan growled as he kicked his boots off, and Vegeta completed removing them, tossing them somewhere.

 

Gohan shifted off the counter, and ran his fingers along the hemline of Vegeta's pants before yelping as Vegeta spun him by the shoulder, and then pressed his upper body onto the chilly surface of the counter top. He heard a cap snap open, and then something cool was flooding over him as Vegeta's hot palm held in the middle of his shoulder blades continued to keep him still. A moment of nothing but slowly moving liquid had him guessing before gasping in surprise and then moaning in anticipation as he felt Vegeta press fingers against him. He panted as they were pressed in at a steady slow speed, ready for so much more, but unable to demand it from his current position.

 

Vegeta's tail lashed as he watched his fingers sink into the other. He bit his bottom lip as he felt Gohan's weak movements under his other hand, and let up, only to stare in fascination as Gohan worked over his fingers with obvious greed. He kicked off his boots as Gohan continued to work, chuckled as Gohan whined when he withdrew his digits long enough to strip his pants off, wipe his fingers relatively clean before grabbing the other's shoulder, pulling him to stand, turning him, and then picking him up by the hips and setting him back on the counter top.

 

Gohan grinned before laying back on the counter, gripping the ledges of it, one side in each hand, and then scooting his ass to the edge as he dug his heels into the same ledge.

 

Vegeta had one last second thought before he pressed into the others slicked entrance. He groaned as Gohan's back arched off the counter top, knees of the other's legs coming down to hook over his hips.

 

He ran his finger tips heavily from Gohan's clavicle, down the center of his bowed chest, over the middle of the other's tight abs as Gohan whined before he rotated his hips to grind down on him. Vegeta placed his free hand at the small of Gohan's back as his other gripped around his cock and then he pressed forward as he stroked.

 

Gohan's eyes opened in the direction of the wall behind him, but he saw nothing as his focus was drawn to Vegeta, inside him, and Vegeta, around him. He cried out as Vegeta pulled back and then pressed in again, that strong hand stroking down on him. “Oh…fuck yes,” he groaned again at the wonderful sensations….

 

Vegeta grunted, pressed into the other again and then slid the hand on Gohan's lower back to between his shoulder blades, lifting him up and way from the counter top, chuckling quietly as Gohan cinched his legs around his hips, forearms settling over his shoulders loosely. He tilted his hips back before pressing up again, mouth attacking skin as he drove in and out of the other, Gohan's poignant cries driving him to frenzy desperation.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Goku wondered what the heck had possessed him to be curious about what these two were doing again. Every time he felt the need to check up on what they were doing, he became more shocked than the time before. When would he learn to not feel the need to investigate?

 

His ears heard nothing of his own depraved panting has Gohan's wanton cries filtered through the closed door with a slowly fogging window.

 

Goku groaned, running a hand through his hair, but his fingers became tangled with it instead of sliding through as he watched the powerful muscles of Vegeta's body work.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Vegeta growled low as he felt Kakarott's ki. If the moron chose to try to interfere with this…he didn't know what he would do, but it wouldn't be healthy for the idiot.

 

After a few moments, he realized Kakarott wasn't going to do anything drastic, but, what the fuck? Was he just going to stand there and watch? “Your father's here,” Vegeta stilled for a moment and growled as Gohan reached a hand for his own cock.

 

Gohan opened his eyes, looking down at Vegeta, and then began jerking off, “I don't fucking care,” he said tersely before throwing his head back crying out.

 

“Hnnnnn,” Vegeta's fingers clutched tighter at Gohan's hips before lifting him up and bringing him down again. If the hypocrite wanted to watch, and Gohan had no concerns with it, Vegeta was more than willing to give Kakarott a show.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Goku wiped condensation from the window just in time to see semen splatter up Gohan's chest, watch as Vegeta's body locked up and then heard him roar. He dried the wetness from his hand on his pants, so close to his…and then watched as Vegeta began licking his Gohan's chest clean….

 

What the fuck was he doing?!

 

The reality of the fact he was peeping in on Vegeta and his son tapped him softly on the shoulder before slamming him in the gut.

 

Goku brought two shaky fingers to his forehead.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Vegeta growled and chuckled as he licked and nipped Gohan messily, blending and swirling the different essences of sweat and cream together with his tongue before lapping them up. He hummed as he sucked the last spot he could reach while he still held the other, and then leaned Gohan gently back on the counter top, shuddering as Gohan shivered at making contact with the cool, flat surface. He withdrew slowly, before finishing clean up detail as Gohan groaned and jerked slightly in reaction.

 

Vegeta traced a fingernail up one side of Gohan's abs as he stood and watched the lab rat slowly come back to his senses.

 

It took Gohan a moment to realize Vegeta was staring at him. He smiled tiredly, though happily, when the other sayian finally caught his eyes. He held out his wrists, and Vegeta switched the cuffs off before unbuckling the ki suppressors. He groaned in protest as Vegeta lifted him up to a sitting position with a tug at his arms.

 

“Showers?” Vegeta asked.

 

“Yeah, I guess,” Gohan stated as he slid down from the counter top, grimacing as his bare feet touched the cold concrete of the floor.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Chichi had just pulled a sheet down from the line when Goku appeared on the other side, looking quite frazzled, “You okay?”

 

She watched as her husband's face burned red, and then blanched white, and he started moving his arms with jerky movements, “Vegeta,” he made an odd gesture, “Gohan…” in a shaky voice, adding another disjointed movement.

 

Chichi frowned at him, “Is Gohan okay?”

 

Goku gulped and nodded, “But…but…”

 

Chichi began folding the sheet, “Well, as long as Vegeta didn't hurt him…I suppose you found them having sex,” Chichi said matter-of-factly as she placed the now folded sheet into the laundry basket. Her husband had no such difficulty when talking about any other subject.

 

“WHAT?!” his wife's statement was like a splash of cold water…or a slap to the face…Goku really couldn't decide, other than it was REALLY shocking! “CHICHI!”

 

“Goku-sa,” Chichi said indulgently, “It was bound to happen…”

 

“CHICHI!”

 

“Well, it was. We both know the reason Videl got divorced from him is because he admitted to being in love with another, who happened to be a man, when he was on Vegeta-sei,” Chichi said as she combed some stray hairs back into the rest: she frowned, distracted for a moment by the memory of noticing so many more gray ones this morning.

 

Her husband brought her back to the present with another uncompleted statement, “But…”

 

“But what, Goku?” Chichi asked as she reached for another sheet from the line. She'd had three years to get used to the idea both of her sons were gay. She was just happy she'd happened to get one grandchild out of the deal. “I don't see why you are letting it bother you so much.”

 

“But…he…”

 

“He?” Chichi asked, folding the next piece of material, using the task to stay patient with her husband's behavior.

 

“Vegeta…”

 

“What about Vegeta, dear?”

 

“Vegeta doesn't love Gohan,” Goku squeaked uncertainly. He frowned at himself: he had meant for it to be a confident growl.

 

“Probably not,” Chichi agreed, “And Gohan probably doesn't love Vegeta.”

 

“Then why…why would they have sex?” Goku managed to spit out.

 

“Believe it or not, some people have sex just for the sake of having it, sometimes with people they don't love. Not that I condone that sort of behavior, but I don't condemn it either,” Chichi stated, another article of laundry coming down from the line. “I suggest you get used to it Goku. Gohan probably isn't going to change because of our opinions: he's a grown adult.”

 

“I'm not concerned about Gohan,” Goku stated harshly before he realized what he was saying.

 

Chichi brought the towel she was holding in to her waist as she gave her husband a confident smile, “Something about Vegeta concerns you then?”

 

“CHICHI!”

 

Chichi shook her head, “Goku-sa, I know you very well. Obviously, better than you know yourself in some ways,” and she finished folding up the towel, placing it on top of every thing else, and picked the basket up to carry inside.

 

“Chichi?” Goku asked, taking the basket from his wife's hands as she started to march past him.

 

Chichi handed the basket over; thankful he was willing to carry it in. “You really need to ask yourself why you are always so concerned with what Vegeta is doing,” Chichi stated, “And it isn't just this.”

 

Goku frowned as he followed Chichi back to the house, “I'm not ready for this…” he said quietly, “I wouldn't ever leave you for another, Chichi, you know that, don't you? I love you.”

 

Chichi nodded, “Yes, dear. I know, but that doesn't mean you don't find him attractive,” Chichi smiled. Admittedly, when she was younger, and had first noticed her husband's obsession with the other sayian, she had been jealous. Eventually, she had figured out her husband was completely devoted to her, and her worries weren't necessary, “And Vegeta got tired of waiting…”

 

“CHICHI!”

 

Chichi shook her head as she led Goku to the back of the hallway, “Put the basket down, Goku,” she requested gently, indicating a spot on the floor in front of the linen closet.

 

Goku frowned as he did so, reacting slightly as Chichi grabbed his hand and pulled him into their bedroom. He stilled when she stopped tugging and watch his wife as she pulled out a chair, turning it away from the vanity dresser, “Sit, Goku,” he began to wonder what she was up to, but did so, and watched as she opened the closet door so the mirror on the back of it faced him. She returned back to him, and then stood behind him, “What do you see, Goku?” she asked.

 

Goku's brows lowered, as he tried to figure out what she was getting at, “I see you, and I see me,” said. He watched as her reflection nodded.

 

“Yes,” Chichi agreed, “But what else do you see?”

 

“Chichi, I don't know….”

 

Chichi sighed, “I'll tell you what I see,” she said, dropping her chin to the top of her husband's head, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders loosely, “I see you: a young man, with rosy cheeks, bright eyes, smooth, unflawed skin,” she started. She smiled as Goku blushed, and pressed fingers awkwardly to his lips from where she stood as he opened his mouth to speak, “And I see me: a grandmother, gray hair, worry lines, tired eyes….”

 

“Chichi,” Goku said, “You're not old….”

 

“Goku-sa, we both know I am,” Chichi smiled down at him, running sharp nails gently through his hair and over his scalp: she smiled as he sighed in appreciation.

 

“But…”

 

Chichi stood straight and then walked around to the front of him, “I should have let you go a long time ago, when I first started noticing. It wasn't fair to keep you tied to my side.”

 

Goku shook his head, “Chichi, no: that would have hurt,” he said, frown deepening.

 

“It's going to hurt more, when I am gone,” Chichi told him sadly.

 

“I-I don't want to think about it,” Goku admitted immaturely, looking away from her.

 

Chichi shook her head, and then slid onto his lap, “But you know it's going to happen?” she hadn't been so sure her husband even thought about such things.

 

Goku hugged his wife closer, burying his face into her soft shoulder, “I don't want to talk about it,” he repeated.

 

“But we need to,” Chichi told him seriously, “You need to,” she sighed, running her hands soothingly over his back when he refused to respond. “You'll hurt, at first…I know, because it always hurt when you were gone,” Chichi told him quietly when he started to protest.

 

“Chichi…stop,” why was she being so cruel?

 

“You'll need people around you. I know you: you will. I don't know how long you're going to live, but it may be a real possibility you'll find the need to be with another…” she chuckled as Goku shook his head adamantly, knowing better, despite his current, non-verbal protests, “But I don't like the idea of you finding another, only to have them fade away from you as well,” she told him quietly, pressing her hands to either side of his face, and making him look up, “And I think, instinctively, if not actively, you've always known this,” Goku's bottom lip trembled as he was forced to look up at his wife, but had no words to combat the truth of what she was saying.

 

“Goku-sa…Vegeta is…” she was interrupted as his lips pressed to hers, and Chichi let him win her silence: she had made her point.

 

 

 

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