Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Our little Secret Passions ❯ 8 ( Chapter 7 )

Damn it all!! I would have left it at chapter 7 for at least a day of two, but I wanna know what Vegeta's going to do, don't you? And a little birdy told me there will be alot of Father and Son abuse in this chapter! hehehe. Anyways. here you go. Enjoy!

With a groan Vegeta walked downstairs to breakfast. He could have waited to eat, eagerness to continue plan taking over his appetitte, but the womans mother continued to call for him, yelling in his sensitive ears, so he decide to eat.

When he got to the kitchen, Goten and Trunks where eating at the table. Well, Goten was. Trunks was glaring death at him, like he wanted to rip his father a new one. THe prince just rolled his eyes and sat down at the table where food had already been laid out for him.

Silently he began to eat his food, not even phased by his sons brooding. But he was by Kakkarots boys eating habits. Bits of eggs flew pass him and he swore something landed in his hair. He paused his feeding(for you really should call it that the way they eat) and stared at the boy.

He could see why his son chose the boy. He looked and acted just like Kakkarot , give his smaller body frame and shorter hair. The boy even inherited that goofy grin. There was few things that Vegeta wouldn't admit outloud, and liking Goten was one of them. But he thought of the youth as his own. Mit as well seeing as how hes always here.

"Boy slow down before you choke."

Goten looked up amd was caught in the princes stare. "H.Hai Vegeta."

He smiled that goofy smile, then continued to eat. It wasn't to he heard his son growling, that he turned to him.

"What the hell is wrong with the boy, brat? Did you refuse him sex or something?" he said telepathecly to his son's boy friend, not wanting to say his concerns out loud.

This time no one told Goten to stop eating. He stopped on his own. The dark haired teen knew exactly what was wrong with him. It was him. Trunks was fustrated. No sex, no nothing. This morning he even tried to coax more out of the kiss this morning. It only made him mad when Goten pushed him off and went to take a shower. The purple haired prince wanted to fight. To spill some blood. He went to the GR to take out his anger, but as soon as he gets to the door, he sees his father and Goku.

"Vegeta-sama..." Goten pleaded, giving the prince those same puppy eyes his father gave him this morning.

Trunks began to shake violently he was in so much pain. He needed to curse and he wouldn't curse Goten. He might cry. He turned to Vegeta.

"You asshole!!" he said shoving his chair back and standing, fist balled so tight he was sure the boy was hurting his self.

Vegeta glared. "Boy watch you mouth. I don't remember pulling your chain. Show some respect to your prince."

Trunks just gave him the finger and walked off. Vegeta turned to Goten and smirked.

"So you are denying him sex."

Goten blushed. "I..I just don't want to jump into it... and now hes really mad.."

The boy whimpered. He felt sad when Trunks was frustrated like that. He didn't want make him mad, just make him wait.

The prince just sighed and looked at the boy. He knew his son was the depressed type and if he didn't get any soon, he would do damage to someone or his self. And he knew why. Because he was ready to mate. Because that need was stronger than anything at that moment. It became his world.

The short saiyan continued to eat his food, giving his 'Does it look like I want to talk' face to Goten . The teen stood up, cleaned his plate and went to see what he could do about making Trunks feel better.

The president of Capsule Corp. sat at her desk with he son on her lap. THe 17 yr old boy was whimpering and he wanted to cry, but he knew that was just too much. Bulma stroked his purple hair and turned his face towards her.

"Trunks whats the matter? You haven't sat on my lap since you where 5."

"Goten." was all he said. He tucked his knees closer to his chest and buried his head in hers. She knew what it was. It was the serim. Since he saw only positive affects from it, he took some of his own. Now he was as emotional as Vegeta. Emotional enough to sit on his mothers lap.

Trunks didn't think about that he was hurting his mother by siting on her, or that the chair would break. With a crash the fell on the floor.

"Augh... Damn it Trunks."

The boy groaned and stood up then helped his mom up. He smiled a bit, in a I'm sorry kind of way, running his hands through his hair.

"Gomen."

Bulma stood up. dusted her dark blue business suit off, then stared at him.

"Trunks, I told you not to take the serim. I'm still running test on it. Now you are feeling its side affects. Go home. When I get ther I'll start on the antidote."

He kissed her cheek, the walked out.

"Saiyans.." she muttered, then called someone to get another chair.

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Vegeta's plan was ready. All he needed was his prey. He put something in his black jacket pocket, then went to find his rival.

When he got to the little capsule home, the door was wide open. A stream of hideous music came from it, hurting his sensitive ears. He searched for any ki's and found the bitch had left. He knew that was a good thing. But he also felt Kakkarot wasn't alone. There were three more men in the house, niether of them to which he knew. Their energy levels were very low, so they had to be human. Kakkarots ki level was steady and perfect, so he didn't think there was trouble. He walked in and two men came to greet him.

"Who are you shorty?" one said, eating a bologna sandwich dripping mayo all on the floor.

The prince snorted. He didn't feel the need to entertain that question. He stared at the man and then the other. They both wore gray jump suits and a black shoes. One had disgusting redish hair and the other mans hair was brown. Vegeta wrinkled his nose as he passed by the two. And they both stink. The music was making his head swim and he couldn't go closer without injuring his self.

He sent a telepathec message to the tall saiyan, who he didn't feel like looking for. 'Kakkarot, get your ass out here!'

Goku jumped and nearly dropped the new bed and with it the man that was under it, fixing the slats. "In a minute Geta'!" he yelled against the heavy metal music in the background.

The two men stared at the short intruders backside, and the tail that curled around his waist. The loudmouth with the sandwich pointed with a whisper "Look Earl, the little guys got a tail!" He reached over to grap the fury apendage, but was stopped by cold words. "If you touch me, Ill kill you."

THe man withdrawed his hand, and spat, "You little miget! You threatening me?!" THe dumb red head moved sloppyly over to the prince hands balling into a fist. Before he got to throw a punch, Vegeta picked him up by his throat, other hand holding a nice size ki blast.

"You reeking, fucking, ball of shit! How dare you think to touch me!"

He was about to blast the man into the next city, when a hand laid on his shoulder. "Geta' please don't."

Vegeta walked back out, throwing the dumb man into the wall the left. "disgusting humans..." He folded his arms and stood away from the door waiting.

Goku came out, smiling. "Geta'!"

He stretched his muscles. 'Im sorry about this morning my prince. I will make it up to you. As soon as they leave'

The princes heart beat quicken. He could feel his blood stir and smirked at the wicked gleam in his compainon's eyes. HE didn't want to wait anymore than he had to. With a yell he went into the house scaring the men and the left. Goku burst into a range of laughter. After he wiped tears from his eyes he walked into the house were he found a naked prince laying on the new bed.

"Kakkarot..."

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Prisma: So much for that plan, huh, dad?

Vegeta: Shut up. Anyway is the best way to get into Kakkarots pants

Goten: Wahhh, what about me and Trunksie?!

Trunks: Don't call me that in public.

Goku: I think I've been set up...

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Anyways, thats chapter 8. You like it, review! You don't, review! I want to know.

Prisma Kakkerra