Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Phobia ❯ Chapter 3

Authors: Dark Serapha & Rogue

Mandatory Disclaimer: O.o… You're not looking at us, are you? …You are?? *shakes head in exasperation* Read it! If you think it is even remotely like the real thing then… we like you… but you have obvious problems discerning reality from fantasy. And just look at Gohan to see where that can lead to!

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: one squick, one nice, but surprise! Ain't telling! You get to figure out which is which. In case you do it wrong we would like to deem you a VERY sick person! Several others mentioned.

Warnings: *evil grin* Let's see here… Rape, non-con, blood, nastiness, yaoi, confusion, stupid poses, bad lines, The Great Saiyaman and some nice lemony goodness to make it all worthwhile.

A/N:

Rogue: *sighs happily - bloodlust sated for the moment* My angel truly spoils me. Up to now... this had merely been an exercise in my own personal perversions. This chapter is where she begins to salvage one big trainwreck of a horror and stopped me from making it any worse. You should all be grateful to her. I could have been much worse... *grins* Now for the healing process... ok... in a little while... I still have some sway with how it goes. I still managed to torture both her and Gohan... Just not so openly.

Dark Serapha. After the horror of the last chapter there are a few things revealed and explained in this one. Oh, and it's longer too! So get those reviews going! We need comments to go on!

~ Phobia ~

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"No! You will not destroy me! You will face me! I'm as much you as you are me, as loathsome as you are! You want to be a weak ningen? This is all you are worth! Somebody's weak ningen whore!"

Gohan shrieked and another loud scream broke from his raw throat as his attacker kept tearing at him, ripping him, ravaging him.

"NOO!! KAMI, NOOO!!"

Chapter 3

Suddenly a loud bang sounded and he fell, slamming roughly onto the ground with yet another scream, struggling and flopping uselessly, trying to get away.

Finally he managed to sit up and look around the room which was bright with morning sunlight spilling through the open windows. He was alone. Gasping and nearly hyperventilating he realized that he was wrapped in his sheets and struggled desperately to get out of them, shredding the material in the process. All his strength was right at his fingertips and he seized it in relief. Just a dream... Kami... It was just a dream! But the horror of it and the realism of it stayed with him as images behind his eyes, the echoes of the pain making him have to stifle his sobs and tears still streaked down his cheeks.

A sudden voice made him squeak and try to jump up, falling over again when his legs wouldn't respond.

"What the hell is wrong with you, brat?"

Gohan's eyes snapped to the figure perched in his open window and he slumped in relief. His heart had twisted painfully at the scare but now it fell into his stomach and he sobbed again, shamelessly.

It was strange that he did not feel intimidated by the man that was currently perched on the window sill. Yet, it wasn't as if Vegeta had never seen him cry before. He remembered well how afraid he had been of the prince when he first met him way back on Namek. Since then a lot of water had flowed under the bridge and many things had happened and he had matured. He had come to accept Vegeta and even found to his chagrin that he appreciated several character traits of the handsome dark prince. He hadn't admitted to himself that he had actually nurtured a small crush on the full-blooded Saiyajin when he first hit puberty, though. And now Gohan sat on his bed, wrapped in a rather translucent white sheet and sobbing in terror in front of this man who had crushed whole worlds between hands that were currently firmly gripping the edges of the window for support.

Vegeta stared incredulously at the dark-haired head that was bobbing with each strangled sob, his eyebrows rising slowly. He had expected shame and nervousness or even anger at his sudden appearance... but this... hell, he had expected to find anything else but a nervous wreck of a man nearly drowning in tears and it made him feel uncomfortable and edgy. He reacted with his usual weapon of choice: sarcasm.

Drawing up, though still settled on the sill, he narrowed his eyes before speaking.

"I expected to have to toss some whore off your balcony so I could get some sleep, the way your ki has been fluctuating, but here I find you sobbing like a lost cub. What the hell have you been doing these last days?! Stop it! It's driving me insane!" The last came out in a gruff huff, not as harsh as it would have been if the object of his ire wasn't already in tears before him. He shifted uneasily, trying to decide whether to just leave again or to continue with why he'd come here - to investigate. The boy's ki had been fluctuating ruthlessly over the last few nights and it seemed that the prince was the only one who really paid enough attention... or was awake at such ungodly hours to notice. Finally his curiosity got the better of him and he came to find out why, despite how he reasoned that it was normal for a Saiyajin to go into rut around Gohan's age and he was probably just doing what nature intended. It seemedthough, that his intuition was wrong. The boy looked absolutely pathetic rolled in the ripped sheets, his tail flashing back and forth and... tail? His eyes shot to the thrashing limb.

Vegeta blinked and looked again, but it didn't disappear like he expected it to. How the hell had that happened?! He didn't know but that wasn't the entire point anyway, dammit! The boy had a tail! How did HE get his tail back when the mighty prince of ALL fucking saiyajin, including the miserable example right in front of him, didn't? And how on earth did said miserable example manage to do it? Vegeta clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth, speechless for a moment, then raised one hand and pointed an accusing finger at 'exhibit A'.

"Since when, pray tell, did you get your tail back, you son of a baka?!?" His voice would have raised the dead from the grave and it actually managed what all his former speech hadn't - it silenced Gohan's sobs so that the tousled head moved, wide midnight eyes first meeting Vegeta's gaze, then slowly turning until Gohan looked at his tail. If he hadn't been so damn furious Vegeta would have laughed at the expression of sheer horrified shock on the young demi-Saiyajin's face.

Gohan didn't find this funny - not one bit. He stared at his newly re-grown appendage, feeling completely numb. He remembered pain... excruciating pain... that burst from his backside...

*twitch*...

The long sleek brown tail moved of it's own accord, swishing nervously under the white sheets, as if trying to hide from the unbelieving stare of it's owner.

Gohan stared at the dark fluffy thing for another few seconds and then almost mewled, pulling the sheets back around him and scooting across the rug as if he might be able to crawl away from the thing. Vegeta's brow furrowed even lower. This was the most ludicrous thing he had witnessed in a long time. There was obviously something very wrong with the boy and, as much as he told himself that he had better things to do, he was the only one here to witness this and he found it increasingly difficult to just fly away. He had watched this cub grow and fight and had saved his life a number of times... He'd seen him turn into a whimpering kitten on a number of occasions as well but the boy always came out of it with saiyan determination at the end. If his mother and father hadn't coddled him so much he would be quite a saiyan warrior to go along with his impressive intellect.

Still angry but becoming slightly distracted from the tail issue, Vegeta jumped down from the window sill and took four strides into the little apartment to glare down at the spawn of Kakarott.

"Its not going to strangle you, brat, and it's not going to stay attached to the floor either. Now speak! What is wrong with you?"

Gohan shied away from him as if he had burned the boy's skin. No... at a closer look he had to admit that he wasn't a boy anymore. Looking from up close, the fine toned physique that the demi had inherited from his father was clearly visible. Vegeta would have to be blind not to admit that Kakarott was as fine a saiyan warrior as you get them. He might hate the other with a vengeance - at least he still liked to pretend that - but he wasn't stupid. And Gohan could have put his sire to a shame, had he trained more. So he was more slender and not as bulky as a true warrior that had come of age, but... Vegeta paused in his thoughts, registering that Gohan still hadn't answered his question. Something stroke him as odd but he couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed gravely and finally made a decision, kneeling down beside the younger one. Gohan was clearly frightened out of his mind and, despite how he liked to fake utmost detest for Kakarott and his spawns, Vegeta still felt a slight pang of responsibility. Too many years of having beat the fact into him that he would be king and esponsible for his kind were still deeply anchored into his very being. He didn't really know how to start though - the simplest way seemed to be to try and put a steadying hand on the almost grown cubs back. But when he touched the skin his fingers jerked back slightly. The cub was hot to the touch! Hot and... something... else. He just couldn't put a name on it. Inwardly, Vegeta cursed the fact that, after nearly twenty years of living on this mudball of a planet, too much of the knowledge he had once possessed about his race had vanished from his mind - probably forever.

Gohan, meanwhile, was trying to calm himself by chanting a small verse he had made up: "It's all just a dream and all will be fine."

It was stupid and he knew it but it was just about the only thing that distracted him from... that thing that twitched at his back... and kept him sane. When Vegeta touched him he instinctively shrank back, remembering a fiercer, more brutal touch. And now it seemed to him as if he recalled more of those touches, groping fingers, almost formless, made from the grey fabric of dreams. Fingers that had touched him, a presence that had been lurking in the back of his mind and sometimes in the dead of the night he had known, had felt... but they had been dreams, hadn't they? They had been gone the next morning, so it had to be dreams and they had no meaning at all, no meaning... he kept repeating that until he was puzzled by the fact that he said it out loud, and he only discovered that because Vegeta started to shake him roughly.

Vegeta had had enough of this already. He was not the type to handle delicate situations. He relied much more on actions than words and this demi seemed to have little of each at the moment. He growled impatiently but the gibbering youth still was not responding to him intelligently. He let go of Gohan who blinked and continued to mutter to himself and finally lost all patience, slapping him hard with a resounding crack and pulling the boy by his jaw to face him.

"Listen, brat! You are not dreaming! Now pull your wits together before these humans see you and put you away!" Vegeta snarled, staring into those dark dilated eyes that finally managed to focus on him.

One of Gohan's hands went to his face and he stiffened from the stinging blow but stopped his panicked mantra. He blinked again as if seeing Vegeta for the first time and took a deep gasping breath, seeming to finally come back to himself.

".....uh...." Was all that came out of his mouth as he found himself caught in Vegeta's iron grip and staring right into those hard unblinking eyes.

He could tell that the prince was at the end of his thin patience. All demis knew their way around the hot-tempered royal, having learned how to deal with him a long time ago in favor of not being dragged into the gravity room and getting the living crap beaten out of them. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but his jaw locked and his voice refused to cooperate. What should he tell him? How could he tell him what had happened?

"Sorry Vegeta, I just had a dream where I raped myself."

Even thinking it made him flinch, he certainly couldn't say it. It had been so real! He could almost still feel the pain, the humiliation, the wet smack of flesh on flesh... He pulled back and buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. Suddenly a gentle touch surprised him. The grip on his shoulders had vanished and a hand was petting his head now, while a strong arm pulled him toward a firm chest. His eyes widened in amazement as Vegeta comforted him, his anguish forgotten for a moment.

"Now, tell me what happened.", came the calm voice of the prince and, to his never ceasing amazement, Gohan found that suddenly the words were there, spilling out of him as he told Vegeta what had happened in short breathless sentences, only disturbed by sobs when the memory got too awful. After he finished he was crying again and Vegeta pulled him closer, allowing him to sob against his chest like a frightened child that had a nightmare - which he was at the moment. They both stayed still for a while, Gohan trying to compose himself and Vegeta thinking about what he had heard just now.

The prince found himself in a situation that he was absolutely unprepared for. Not only did he have Gohan curled in his arms, sobbing into his chest, he also had a sudden bout of lucidity. He was frowning and staring down at that twitching brown tail when it suddenly came to him.

Gohan had come of age... and he hadn't a clue of it or what it meant. It wasn't something that Gohan even wanted. He hid from his ancestry almost desperately and here it finally had caught up to him. Vegeta just held him as the thoughts ran through his head. He questioned whether he should get involved. His presence probably wouldn't be appreciated by more than just Gohan... but... there wasn't much help for it. He looked down at the young Saiyajin who was just beginning to calm again and ran his fingers through those messy Son spikes. This was a delicate time in any Saiyajin's life... but Gohan couldn't ever hope to be able to handle it and there was no one else who could really help him either.

Vegeta had watched him grow up, had saved him from death many times, and he had to admit that he had grown fond of the boy after all these years and he knew that Gohan held a greatness in him if he only accepted it. There was no one else who understood this but him. Vegeta grumbled low in his throat and sighed, finding himself unwilling to abandon the cub. He wasn't all that good at dealing with others, which was why he kept his distance much of the time, but he could handle this. He took a deep breath and the grumble turned to a vibrating purr as he considered how to stop the rattling sobs that still shook Gohan. He almost felt the urge to smile down at the demi who had always been so free with his emotions. Vegeta had noticed that, he had always paid attention to it, it was something that he prized in the lad even though he never would have said so. It was something he wasn't capable of himself. It had been a long time since Gohan had separated himself from all of them. Vegeta had noticed when that happened as well and he had thought it was foolish of the boy but it had nothing to do with him.

Gohan finally stilled against him and then straightened, pulling away to sit back, putting some slight distance between them and wiping his face dry, embarrassed. Vegeta just watched him calmly, his annoyance forgotten.

"You aren't going insane, boy."

Vegeta watched the lad closely and so he was able to see the shimmer of hope in the boy's eyes. No... not a boy anymore. Gohan was becoming a man, after saiyan standards. He thought about everything the demi had told him, the nightmares, his secret identity - Vegeta snorted inwardly at the term - running wild, and rampaging and finally... the conclusion of the dream that had Gohan shaking with horror even though he knew it couldn't possibly have happened. The demi was so afraid that he was going insane that he was almost out of his mind with fear. Vegeta settled himself comfortably and made sure Gohan was looking at him. This might take a while.

"I suggest you make yourself comfortable. I can explain to you what is happening."

"What? But... but... how? How do you know what's going on inside my mind? I'm going crazy! There's no other explanation!" Gohan was still too unsettled to consider anything else.

Vegeta laughed good naturedly, his voice slightly mocking.

"You are exaggerating, boy, but then again, that's a common trait in your family. Now SIT DOWN!" And Gohan obeyed. Vegeta smirked and nodded in satisfaction. It still worked though the kid was an adult now.

"You are by no means the first going through this, though your are in a unique situation. The meaning of your nightmares is simply that your body is trying to tell you something you should have listened to a long while ago. Tell me Gohan, what do you think of your saiyan half? Are you ashamed of it? Afraid, even?"

Gohan stared at Vegeta incredulously. What the older man was saying did sort of make some sense but still... He was having nightmares because he was trying to tell himself something? Ok... a bit too Freudian for him but at this point he was willing to take any help he could get.

"What... What do you mean? I... Well... It... It doesn't do anything but cause grief and sorrow... I mean... All the bad things that have happened... its just that.... It doesn't bring anything good."

Vegeta frowned deeper at him and he sank a little. He had just said that being Saiyajin was like a curse and Vegeta was purely Saiyajin, the prince of ll Saiyajin even. It wasn't something that the prince would take lightly. He realized just how right he was when Vegeta's eyes flashed darkly and narrowed.

Before Gohan could react, the prince snatched up the tail that still twitched behind him and held it up for inspection. His voice held a slight growling quality to it.

"And what is this? It is a part of you, Gohan. What evil does this have in it?" He squeezed the appendage slightly and Gohan cringed.

"This is a part of you just like your hand. It is flesh and bone and nothing else, boy. You are a Saiyajin! You are not a ningen! It is saiyan blood that you deny and it won't be denied. Your instincts are coming out and you can't repress them. They *will* come out one way or another and you had better have control of them when they do or there will be hell to pay."

Gohan pulled back, slightly cowering in the face of Vegeta's rant and the prince relaxed his hold and lowered his voice.

"Your father has no control over his Oozaru form. Whenever he transformed he always rampaged. You need to learn to deal with what you are if you want to be able to rely upon yourself. That banshee mother of yours filled your head with too much rubbish. You don't know half of what being Saiyajin is." Suddenly a sly look appeared, almost hidden by his normal expression and he changed his grip on Gohan's tail.

"Like I'm sure you didn't know this either." In a strong yet slow motion, he drew his loose fist along the length of Gohan's shivering tail fluidly.

Gohan was just about to demand that Vegeta should get serious and finally tell him what this was all about... when he did. Get serious… Indeed... His eyes widened incredibly at the strange emotions awoken by Vegeta's firm grip. White hot waves of pleasure were rippling along his nerves, his body taking over control and demanding more.

Without even noticing, his head lolled back, his eyes rolling back into their sockets. His whole body convulsed rhythmically and when Vegeta's hand had reached the peak of his tail, so did he... with a small cry Son Gohan came hard into his pants, falling bonelessly to the floor as the tremors of the aftershock of the probably most tremendous orgasm of his young life slowly ebbed away.

Vegeta was very impressed by the reaction he got and felt a distinct stab of smug self-satisfaction as he stared down at Gohan who now laid on his back, gazing at the ceiling and breathing heavily. He bent over the young man, leaning on one arm so that he hovered over his face. Gohan's eyes focused on his and he turned bright red suddenly, looking away guiltily. Vegeta frowned and caught his chin again, turning him back.

"Why do you look away? You liked that. You have no reason to turn away."

Gohan looked back at him but his eyes flashed away quickly again and he closed them.

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." His blush darkened further and he curled away from Vegeta. He couldn't believe that he had reacted like that. He couldn't believe that Vegeta had done that! But the fact that something so simple could... And from Vegeta! He was probably laughing at him. Probably was disgusted with him.

Vegeta growled when Gohan tried to curl into a ball again. He had had enough of this sulking and whimpering. Vegeta caught his shoulder and pressed him back down on the carpet, smirking knowingly down at him.

"Brat. You can't hide from yourself, don't even try it with me." He leaned closer until their noses almost touched, feeling the heat that the boy was giving off and breathing in his sharp, sweet, yet fearful, aroused scent. His scent was so strong that it was distracting.

"Boy... You're in heat..."

Gohan just stared up at him.

"...what...?"

Vegeta couldn't resist another deep breath of that musk.

"You may have grown up mostly as a human but you've come of age now, your instincts are coming into their own, and you've started your heat cycle. There's nothing you can do about it unless you intend to harm yourself and everyone around you just so you can ignore it." Vegeta ran his free hand along Gohan's bare chest, trailing fingers over taught muscles and down his abs.

"You can't tell me that you can't feel it." He breathed the words out almost as a hiss.

Gohan squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head slightly. This was all too much. First the nightmare and now this... this incident and Vegeta saying... No, it just couldn't be natural, it just couldn't be normal... He refused to believe that this was normal! All he had been taught all his life revolted against it. He was still fighting the knowledge while his body had already accepted it and a small voice beneath all the reasoning and righteous outrage knew that Vegeta was right.

He tried to concentrate despite the tremendously distracting effect that carelessly traveling hand had on him.

'Cool, Gohan! Keep it cool!'

'You know you want it... and he knows it too...' the little naughty voice that Gohan identified as his inner Saiyajin, added huskily.

"Shut up!" Vegeta looked at him sharply, drawing his hand away.

'Did I say that out loud?'

'Yes...' grinned the inner Saiyajin.

Gohan groaned and held his head.

"So... those nightmares I am having... they're telling me that my saiyan side is taking over?" He still wasn't convinced. If the way he, or better, his other self acted in the dreams was any indication for how his saiyan side would be... Gohan shuddered.

"You could put it like that. Yes. You are now a fully grown demi-Saiyajin, and your body is starting to change to accommodate that fact. You have suppressed all your saiyan instincts till now and stuffed them into the persona of that ridiculous Saiyaman. So it's no wonder that he's breaking loose in your dreams and taking over."

"Does... that... Does that mean if I give in to this saiyan side... that I..." Gohan hesitated. Vegeta looked actually kind of shocked.

"Of course not, boy!! What do you think Saiyajin are? Some sort of monsters?" Gohan looked as if he believed just that. Vegeta tried not to lose his composure. He recalled what the boy knew of Saiyajin. That they had been purgers and killers, fierce warriors who killed in the service of Frieza. He knew nothing much beside that. No wonder he had gotten the wrong impression. Vegeta shook his head, trying to keep the indignation at the insult of his entire race out of his voice.

"No, of course not. Your dreams are only so... violent because you keep suppressing your natural instincts. Your dreams are trying to tell you that if you keep going on like this... well, lets just say, the energy has to go somewhere..."

Vegeta noticed that his hand was still idly stroking Gohan's skin and he suddenly halted the action, realizing just what was going on with his own physiology from being subjected to Gohan's... predicament. The musk seemed even stronger now and it was affecting him.

"The energy has to go somewhere..." He repeated.

"Has this been happening all this time? It's been four days since you've been... having nightmares. I know because I could feel your ki wavering. It's very distracting when I'm trying to train late." He was starting to have a hard time concentrating but he pushed it away easily enough. He had plenty of self control. Gohan was already pretty horrified at the prospect of his saiyan self coming out and Vegeta still hadn't told him the most important part yet.

"You are saiyan. It does not change who you are, Gohan. There is no weakness in being what you are and no shame in it but you are going to have to learn to live with it and gain control. You always been a smart one and you should be strong enough to be able to deal with this. Its not just going to go away because you don't like it. In fact... You've got a year to get the hang of it."

Gohan's eyes widened.

"A... A year?! What do you mean a year?!"

Vegeta shrugged and then smirked down at him.

"A year of rut. Plenty of time to get used to being yourself again. You'll have to begin training as well. It's not good for a saiyan to sit around on his ass. The energy builds up and comes out in even stronger ways. That's one of the problems with space travel. You sit around for so long that when you finally land somewhere the bloodlust and tensely repressed instincts come out. Why do you think that Saiyans were the soldiers of choice for wreaking havoc? If you get us cooped up too long we tend to go a little overboard when we get let out. Same goes for you. If you repress yourself enough, you won't have control over your actions when your instincts finally are let loose. Do you understand me?" Vegeta caught that tail that was twitching fitfully by his knee and stroked it again with a small smirk before leaning back and giving Gohan a little room to breathe.

"And I don't think anyone would take kindly to you savaging your precious ningens or to me letting you do it either."

Gohan was still trying to work his mind around the part with the rut.

"Rut? You mean I'm going to..."

"Want to fuck everything in sight several times a week, yes. If you're not getting laid, that is." Gohan glared at Vegeta who smirked back completely unscathed.

"I would have put it like "being very sexually active", thank you very much!" He sighed and blushed again, turning his face away.

"God, Videl is never going to understand this... How am I supposed to tell her that I need it several times week or I'm going to go kaboom? She'll think it's just about the oldest trick in the universe!"

The prince snickered dryly.

"Actually, it is, believe me, I know it from reliable sources." Vegeta quickly dismissed the image of a sexually active grand kai. Very quickly!

"You can forget that Videl-girl, anyway."

"What? Why? You just said..."

"That you have to get laid, right. But I honestly doubt that a ningen female could take a rut-crazed saiyan adolescent in heat even once, and definitely not several times a week." Gohan tried to digest that. Unluckily he was a bright guy. He caught on faster than he wanted to.

"Are you telling me... that I have to be with... a man?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. For a genius the boy sure was slow on the uptake.

"The gender has nothing to do with it, Gohan. Male, female, it's all the same. It's the race itself that isn't up to it. Too weak. You have to be with a Saiyajin."

"But... But..." Gohan quickly listed all the possibilities.

"There's only a handful of Saiyajin or demi-Saiyajin and I'm related to two-thirds of them!" Vegeta nodded, pleased that they were finally getting to the point.

"And Trunks is too young. Plus, he will eventually end up with Goten, so for the sake of inter-brother relationships you better keep your hands of him."

Gohan could not believe how casual Vegeta was about this. He would have thought that the ouji would scream bloody murder at the slightest suspicion that his son was... well… on the wrong side of the fence. Vegeta seemed to guess his thoughts.

"What? Did you think I didn't know my own race, not to mention my own son? Mating inside the same sex was common on Vegeta-sei, boy. That much I DO remember." The prince raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

Gohan's thoughts spun.

"But... that would only leave... one... possibility..." Gohan swallowed dryly and turned his gaze slowly to Vegeta.

The prince merely raised that eyebrow higher and drew up slightly.

"Don't think I'm going to throw off my training schedule just because you are going to be half crazed a few times a week.", he said seriously and then smirked with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"But I can't say I'll mind very much..."

Gohan sat up and scooted back again, bumping into his bed and tucking his legs up. He felt extremely uncomfortable and he could still feel sticky warmth inside his pants which made him blush darkly again.

"...errrm... Vegeta... I... uh..." The look that the older man was giving him was making his stomach flutter.

"I... don't think... I mean... I think I'll be just fine, thank you..." Gohan forced out shakily, not sounding totally sure of himself.

Vegeta chuckled and shook his head dryly.

"Sure you will. Either you don't believe me or you just don't know how strong your instincts really are. Boy... Do I have to give you another demonstration so that you understand this fully?" Gohan's eyes widened in alarm and he began to protest desperately but Vegeta ignored him, trapping him against the side of the bed so that they were nose to nose again. Gohan froze and stared up at Vegeta, unsure just what the older man was going to do with him, then suddenly he found himself in Vegeta's iron grip. Hot lips met his and a slick tongue slid past them taking advantage of his surprised yelp. Gohan suddenly found himself melting, his breath taken away as that tongue stroked him... and hands stroked him as well... He didn't even realize he was moaning until Vegeta pulled away and he found himself reaching out with a groan to stop him from leaving.

"I..." He jerked his hand back quickly, horrified at himself for his own reaction to what Vegeta did.

The prince pulled back with a satisfied, and at the same time, hungry look and then licked his lips calculatingly while Gohan shivered before him. Vegeta was pretty sure that his point had been made and understood by now and he stood up abruptly.

"Well. Now that I know that I've done my duty... My training has been put off long enough." Without more of a farewell than that, he turned and stalked off to exit the balcony and leap into the sky leaving Gohan still upset and confused but with a small amount of clarity and a lot of anxiety.

"What am I going to do now?" The demi muttered to himself and put his head in his hands. It couldn't be that bad... but he still felt hot and flushed from that kiss... He'd never felt quite like this before.

"Kami..." He still hadn't come quite to terms. And probably never would.

~ to be continued ~