Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Phobia ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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: Oh, allright, so it IS Vegeta/Gohan! As if you hadn't guessed...

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: Finally! What some have waited for... and what some have dreaded. *eyes angel smirkingly* Closure! Poor Gohan. Or is it poor Vegeta? heh Whatever it is... We certainly had fun... perhaps we shall do it again sometime. *smiles cryptically at the readers*

Dark Serapha: I do have to admit, by the end of this I actually had developed sympathy for Gohan... *shivers* Here it is, the long awaited classical lemon. I wonder how much of you guessed right about who's top and who's bottom... Who knows.. if we get some reviews, we might actually consider a sequel... *grins evilly* So leave us your thoughts - they will be well appreciated!

~ Phobia ~

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The Gohan of the past was merely sitting inside a cocoon of confusion and barely restrained arousal, mixed with anticipation and a tinge of fear. Something else, that had been so long repressed that it had become an almost independent mind of its own, had awoken. It looked out through the demi's eyes, baring his canines and making the expression on his face wild and feral while it drank in the sight of his target and desire.

Chapter 6

A sudden growl erupted from Gohan's throat and powerful muscles flexed suddenly, throwing the unsuspecting prince off his prey. Quick as lightning, Gohan jumped to his feet and onto his target, reversing their positions. Licking his lips the young demi-Saiyajin smirked down at the prince he held pressed to the floor with all his considerable body-weight and strength, growling possessively. Something had awoken and it would not give in as easily as Son Gohan would have.

To say that Vegeta was shocked would be an understatement. He stared up wide-eyed at the snarling young man, taking in the absolutely feral expression and growled back darkly. Gohan's eyes were black, glinting with a light that he had never seen in them before. This was what he had always seen in the boy. That potential... that had never quite shown itself fully. Gohan had always kept too tight a reign. At first it made Vegeta pause, seeing that strange light, but he recovered quickly and grasped the arms that held him down. A rumble rose from deep in his chest as a lusty smirk took over his lips. Perhaps he was in for a proper hunt after all.

Forcefully focusing on the body pressing him down, Vegeta exerted all his strength with a grunt and heaved the demi over his head but found that Gohan refused to let go. The momentum pulled them both to their feet and they squared off against each other, arm in arm, neither willing to relinquish his grip. Two sets of hard dark eyes locked onto each other.

Vegeta tensed as they strained against each other. Gohan might be stronger than him when it came to energy but in true brute force and strategy, he was still a young fighter. The prince was fully prepared to take advantage of this.

In one fluid move, he suddenly spun in the younger man's grip and twisted, pulling Gohan off balance, knocking his legs from under him and tossing him away. To his surprise, Gohan landed gracefully in a crouch, eyes never leaving his, and then the demi leapt back at him with barely a pause. Vegeta braced as the realization dawned on him... the intelligence behind those eyes did not belong to a repressed ningen-Saiyajin. What he saw looking at him gleaming there spoke of a full-blooded Saiyajin.

Vegeta remembered. Of all the things he did actually recall about his people, this probably stuck out most in his mind. The ritual of the rut. The hunt, the fight and the mating. The ancient ritual that was said to be a relic of their Oozaru-roots. This rather archaic ritual had been preserved through millennia because the Saiyajin still valued and cherished their roots. This ritual of heat and blood was, in its simplicity, the purest form of what being saiyan meant. This was why Vegeta wanted Gohan to have as much of a proper ritual as he could afford to. To show him - to make him see what Saiyajin truly were. What he truly was. He bared his canines at the bold young man. Gohan was fighting with a wildness that was unexpected. Vegeta did not know whether it was due to his saiyan side finally breaking free or because of the fact that Gohan's heat had gotten out of hand. But neither way would he allow the cub to succeed. He was the more experienced hunter of the two and his cunning and tactics Gohan could not hope to match.

He ducked under Gohan's arm as the demi-saiyajin attempted a wild punch, then bent around him and planted a quick fist in a vulnerable side, dodging Gohan's wrathful kick, then grabbing the demi's foot and twisting it. Gohan was not to be fooled so easily though. He spun through the air and landed gracefully on his feet, immediately crouching low and snarling wildly before pouncing again. Vegeta snarled, too and the fight started anew. Any innocent bystander would have been amazed at the ferocity both men showed. They drew lazy circles around each other, snarling and then pouncing for a quick exchange of a flurry of fists and feet, then retreating, not so much like their simian ancestors but more resembling huge felines. All the while their eyes roamed the other, gliding over firm muscles and exposed flesh, almost caressing bare silken skin. Vegeta stayed calm and serene, using the knowledge and experience of many fights to his advantage. Gohan, on the other hand, worked himself more and more into a state of near mindlessness. The hot blood that was finally surfacing overwhelmed the normally logical thoughts of the young demi and finally his patience met its end. His muscles tensed, something that did not go unnoticed by Vegeta, then he jumped high into the air, attacking the prince who was prepared to meet him.

Gohan came at him with the speed and ferocity of youth and, though he was ready for him, he still hit Vegeta hard, knocking him back to slam into a large sturdy tree. Neither of them had raised their energy levels since the beginning of the fight, relying completely on physical strength and prowess, and the vegetation had been left fairly undamaged up to now. Vegeta hit the thick trunk hard enough to shake the entire plant and grunted, wincing as sharp pain shot through his side. A salty tang filled the air and the prince breathed it in hungrily. It helped to sharpen his senses and focus once again. Pushing away from the wooden surface, he reached for his waist and his hand came away bloody where a long shard from a branch had broken off and pierced his side.

Gohan's eyes locked to the crimson that dripped down from Vegeta's waist as he wrenched the stake free and tossed it to the ground disgustedly. The prince brought the hand to his lips and licked his bloody fingers, smirking at how Gohan's eyes seemed to follow each movement. The cub licked his own lips and growled at the mesmerizing sight.

The prince fell into an attack stance, his veins singing with adrenaline even while warmth trickled down his side.

"I think not, Gohan." His voice rasped and he sprang forward, before the younger could pull from his reverie, crashing into the demi and swinging his knee up to smash against his shoulder, knocking Gohan to the ground. He was upon him instantly, pinning him down once more as their two scents rose up around them like a blanket, augmented and made even thicker by the smell of blood in the air.

Vegeta settled heavily on the boy's stomach with his arms pinned beneath his thighs and caught a tight grip of Gohan's hair to tilt his head back sharply. Teeth slid down the wild demi's jaw to his tender throat, sharp, threatening, and pinching. The young man stiffened and his struggling wilted slowly while Vegeta whispered huskily against his skin.

"I know what my blood tastes like... What about yours?"

Gohan slowly regained his senses. For most of the fight he had just held on to the wild ride as if he rode some wild mustang. But now he finally found himself more and more in control - and was welcomed back with the feeling of sharp teeth nibbling down his throat. Instinctively he bared the vulnerable flesh to the one above him, arching slightly into the touch, and a small chuckle answered his silent plea.

"No... no, my impatient one, not today... but I will taste you, have no fears..." Suddenly sharp teeth pinched a tender earlobe and Gohan yelped slightly, incredibly aroused by the small sound of appreciation when a hot tongue lapped up the few droplets of blood that were drawn. Hands slid over his skin, almost casually removing the torn white shirt he wore. Gohan groaned, the heat doubling tenfold, as hands were followed by a clever tongue and lips, scorching hot, trailing down his over-sensitive skin.

"Don't worry... I will take good care of you..." Gohan opened his eyes. He looked up to the artificial sky of the arboretum, and to the silhouette of the saiyan prince in front of it. Vegeta was perched on his stomach and was working magic down his chest and abs and Gohan realized that he did not care anymore. For the first time in his life he was free of cares and sorrows and about what all of this meant, what would follow, what effects it would cause. This was the moment - one lucid moment - and he was bound to relish it.

"Vegeta..." He whispered the name and the prince raised his head to look at him, midnight eyes meeting onyx opaque pools of darkness. They stayed like this for a long moment. Then a smile that was almost unreal in it's gentleness crossed the prince's face.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore. Not here, not now. Nothing will hurt you. Let go." The cryptic words echoed through Gohan's head and moved his heart and suddenly the meaning sunk in. He did not have to be afraid. He did not have to be on constant watch. Right here, right now, he could let go... and find himself in the process.

After only a moment, Gohan finally leaned upwards, his lips brushing against Vegeta's. A movement that he had secretly wished to do for a long time but one that he had refused to think about until Vegeta kissed him that first time. The action was timid and experimental and Vegeta smiled against it, deepening the hesitant kiss. Gohan groaned beneath the sensations that were flooding through him, the elation of his body and need clashing against the prince's heat and the press of cool grass at his back. Vegeta pulled up and tossed away his own shirt, leaving Gohan gasping for breath while loosening his tight hold on the demi's arms and sliding downwards slowly until he perched upon the tops of Gohan's thighs. The prince traced lean muscles and flat abs, meticulously learning about every inch of his prey.

Gohan let his hands travel up Vegeta's muscular arms as he looked up at the handsome Saiyajin. He could let go. He didn't have to worry about anything here. Not with Vegeta. His body burned and he was almost gulping in air as those hands felt hot and cold at once everywhere they touched. He needed this... He wanted this... So badly. His hands, which he hadn't known exactly what to do with a moment ago, slid over the prince's shoulders and down his slim sides, caressing and squeezing taught muscles until his right hand found slick blood. He traced his fingers lightly along the wound, his eyes gleaming apologetically even as the sight and smell and feel of the scarlet liquid made him ache even more. He arched up with a lustful moan. Yes. He wanted to give in to this. He needed this. All other thoughts and fears melted away as the heat washed over him like a wave.

A few moments later found them both entangled in each other, hands roaming heated flesh, lips nibbling hungrily, moans echoing beneath the trees. Those silent spectators did not object when the unusual pair rolled around their mighty feet, bronze and cream-colored skin diving in and out of the shadows cast by the formidable tree-tops. Vegeta used all of his skills to caress and mold the body beneath him to complete satisfaction. His skilled fingertips caressed and massaged, finding sensitive spots. Then, when Gohan was already moaning and writhing in pleasure beneath him, for the piece de resistance, he ruthlessly tackled the demi's tail. A ring of two fingers slid down the silken length and ruffled the fur. The effect was very similar to the one this had had several days before. Gohan whimpered breathlessly and arched up against the slender body of his prince, allowing Vegeta to realize exactly how much Gohan needed him. The prince smirked knowingly, relishing the control he had over his young lover, but also the utter trust and vulnerability that Gohan showed him so freely. He did not plan to betray that trust. If he did this right, if he did not fuck it up - and the prince of Saiyajin *never* fucked something up - this would be a memory that Gohan would cherish all through his years, an experience that would stabilize the torn demi's mind and allow him to finally develop into the man he was born to be. Even if it had not been for the fact that he also wanted it, Vegeta would have seen it as his duty as the last sovereign and guardian of his race to help Gohan release his true self.

The prince kicked off his boots and tugged away Gohan's as well, drawing off the young man's jeans in one easy movement while he still writhed from the sweet torture inflicted upon his tail. Gohan didn't realize right away that he was completely nude until the hand left his tail to trail along his naked hip, sliding along the hollow of his pelvic bone and down to his searing need. Vegeta grazed his fingers softly over the thick erection, reveling in the sounds that emanated from Gohan's throat. The scent of his arousal and the sweet musk that had been hazing over both their senses was so very strong now that Vegeta gave in with a growl and wrapped his fingers tightly around the throbbing shaft making Gohan buck and whine. With a lusty sigh he leaned down and drew a rough tongue along the sensitive member, licking around the head and then taking it into his mouth and sucking lightly. Gohan cried out and bucked sharply but Vegeta held his hips down and reached for that velvet tail again, ruffling his fingers through the fur.

Pleasure shot through Gohan and he twisted and moaned, unable to do much else and then that overwhelming feeling rushed up his new tail. He had been so strung out by all these feral emotions and instincts already that this was his undoing. Tensing, he cried out his release and groaned long and loud, feeling the prince purr as he swallowed around him. Falling back down to the ground, Gohan shuddered through tremors of pleasure that still shook him, his eyes falling close as he tried to catch his breath.

Vegeta pulled back with a predatory grin, licking his lips at the limp body beneath him that still sported a noticeable erection. With cat-like grace he glided up the demi's still hot body and took his mouth, letting Gohan taste himself on Vegeta's tongue, the prince's need pressing demandingly against Gohan's still hard shaft. Vegeta knew that the young one would need multiple releases to get rid of the pent up frustration and tension, and he fully intended to make his young lover scream until his voice was hoarse.

At first Gohan was surprised, but the feel of Vegeta's tongue and his body and the scent of his own release all worked together to make the heat rise quickly again and all too soon he was arching against the prince once more, opening his eyes when he heard Vegeta chuckle at him.

In a brief moment of tranquility Gohan wondered just how long this heat would keep him up. This was not his first time - he had started dating Videl over one and a half years ago and it was only natural for two young healthy people to not stay platonic for too long. He would never have thought of himself as inexperienced - but no encounter with Videl could have prepared him for what Vegeta was able to do to him. The prince's nimble fingers miraculously found spots on his body not even he had known about. Vegeta worked sheer magic and he just would not stop. And neither would Gohan's own body. To his great surprise, Vegeta actually managed to make him come a second time shortly after that first, this time with the maliciously wicked use of his tongue, teeth, and scraping nails in silken fur all at the same time. When Gohan came down from the height of orgasm, trembling and shivering, and discovered that he was STILL hard, he finally got an idea about just what this heat actually meant.

A nearly invisible change in Vegeta's expression showed him how satisfied the prince was though he had not come even once yet, and Gohan wondered idly when he had learned to read Vegeta so well. Probably having sex had that effect... Then the expression on the prince's face went downright feral and Gohan yelped as his tail was squeezed lightly, making him moan. Suddenly he felt a touch where he had not been touched before and his eyes popped open to look at the prince in a startled manner. Vegeta smiled angelically, meanwhile his finger never ceased to slightly massage the tight bud of Gohan's entrance.

"Now we're starting to get to the real fun..." The prince whispered huskily into his lover's ear and Gohan shivered at the inherent promise. He squirmed a bit, not knowing if he actually liked this new development. To his relief Vegeta shortly after that retreated a bit. Gohan watched curiously when the prince reached for one of his boots and for something that seemed to have been stored inside. He could not see it, but it stroke him as odd that Vegeta had something in his boot that came in handy now. It gave him the slight suspicion that the prince had known exactly what would happen...

But that feeling quickly passed when suddenly something cold and... squishy... touched him and then slowly eased inside. Gohan yelped in surprise.

Vegeta smirked as Gohan tensed and squirmed, not stopping for a moment and fully enjoying the tight heat that clamped around his slick finger. The expression of Gohan's face went from passionate to uneasy but he paid no mind to that, concentrating instead on the rhythm he was creating as he stretched and caressed him. Vegeta's other hand went to Gohan's arousal, sliding over it, and the demi began to relax again. When Vegeta pressed a second finger inside, though, Gohan stiffened and froze with a whimper, unaccustomed to the stretching that Vegeta was forcing on him. The prince ignored him, pressing deeper and feeling... his fingers sliding along the firm muscular walls until suddenly the demi gasped and arched back onto them with a hiss. All the pain that Gohan felt subsided in the face of the pleasure that touching that spot inside him created and he spread his thighs wider in the hopes that Vegeta would find it again. Chuckling, the prince complied and Gohan cried out again only for it to turn to a whimper of protest when he pulled his hand away.

Gohan half sat up, grasping Vegeta's shoulder to keep him from letting go but he found the prince now rid of his own pants and kneeling down between his thighs with a hungry expression that made his breath catch in his throat.

Taking his still slick hand, Vegeta caressed his own, by now, painfully aching erection until it was slippery and then he pulled Gohan to him, their twin needs sliding easily against one another. Vegeta's hot mouth sucked and bit along the skin of Gohan's throat and chest, small growls rising forth and making shivers speed up the younger man's spine.

Gohan bucked against him, trying to gain as much contact as possible until suddenly Vegeta grasped his waist and turned him to kneel. At first Gohan's mind went blank when he found himself staring down at the vegetation but then he felt strong hands grasp his firm hips and something hot press against his backside. He had just enough time for an uncertain gasp that turned into a long groan as Vegeta entered him. The prince slid inside his tight heat carefully but swiftly making Gohan's back arch, his forehead brushing the cool grass. The heat seemed to get even worse in that moment and the demi panted roughly. Vegeta pressed in completely but then stopped, ever so slowly withdrawing again after a short moment. After a few seconds of rest Gohan couldn't stand it anymore and pressed back against him instinctively, wishing to know that incredible feeling of being filled again.

Vegeta obliged, thrusting back into him and causing Gohan to cry out at that spot was brushed, sending a jolt of raw pleasure up his spine. His tail lashed fitfully and then wrapped itself around the prince's waist.

Vegeta's brows drew low as he tried to restrain himself. Everything inside was screaming at him to take the one arching and moaning so artfully beneath him, but another part of his mind knew that Gohan was a virgin in this way and a reluctant virgin at that. The demi's saiyan side might be surfacing and normally hot rough sex was preferred by Saiyajin, but Vegeta did not want to hurt his young lover. This was to help Gohan overcome his fear. Not to give him the ride of a lifetime. Besides, Vegeta smirked almost evilly, there was a whole year for that... Feeling Gohan's movements getting more and more impatient he slowly rotated his hips, savoring the tightness of his lover. Gohan whimpered and braced himself on the grass. Vegeta slowly withdrew again, then thrust strongly into him.

Gohan was in bliss. White hot pleasure shot up his spine with each slow, almost caressing thrust. He could actually feel the whole length of Vegeta's cock stroking his sensitive walls from the inside. The feeling was incredible. Gohan found himself moving in sync to Vegeta's movements almost naturally. Together they moved, one against the other, in a pattern older than time itself. Gohan' whimpers turned to long moans, and even the prince, who had been quiet up till now, could not hold back a groan or two.

As the pace increased so did the ferocity between the two as Gohan strained for more and Vegeta matched him stroke for stroke. Gohan's tail tightened, squeezing and gripping the prince tightly around his waist as if to keep him from leaving even though he had no intention of doing so. Gohan's hands dug deep into the grass and soil as he braced himself, pressing back into each of the prince's thrusts, his voice rising higher every time he hit home. Slowly, Vegeta increased the speed and force, the further they went, Gohan's loud cries and sweet musk were music to his senses. They strained against each other, slick bodies sliding easily, muscles standing out, and sweat trickling down enflamed skin. Vegeta couldn't remember when he had encountered such an intensely concentrated and rich scent before. It made his own heat seem to rise even though he wasn't even near his season. Leaning over, he tucked the lithe body tightly against himself, driving deeper, harder, letting his instincts take over, a feral snarl rising in his chest.

Holding Gohan still against him, he reached around and began pumping the younger's neglected shaft and listening to his strangled scream. Three times now and Gohan was still so responsive! The demi-saiyan thrust desperately back against Vegeta, crying out again as his orgasm took him, his muscles clenching down on Vegeta's solid length. The prince tensed as well, exerting self control to keep from responding to the tight embrace. Ruthlessly he forced himself to hold back, but then sudden pain erupted from his spine. Beneath the onslaught on his senses of pleasure and pain and the overwhelming mist of rut and musk, Vegeta couldn't hold back. He growled loudly and thrust sharply twice more before roughly spilling himself inside the demi and leaning onto the younger's heaving back as the throws left him trembling.

After a few minutes, Vegeta pulled his weight off of Gohan with a groan and examined himself where the pain still flared but was fading. He stared and then a wisp of a smile touched his lips. The boy's heat had become so intense that it had done what nothing else had been able to do up until now.

Vegeta reached down and stroked his brand new reddish hued tail lovingly, enjoying the pleasant shivers that ran up its length from his fingers. Then he trailed a hand down Gohan's cheek which was still flushed from their activities despite how the demi was now dozing in the grass. The day was far from over but Gohan had made a start. Vegeta felt sure that any damage the young man had done to himself up until now would be fixed soon enough. And Vegeta intended to enjoy himself immensely through it, especially now that he was whole again.

Gohan lay still for the moment, his chest heaving up and down as his lungs desperately tried to draw in enough oxygen to relief his madly beating heart. Lazily he watched his prince from under half lidded eyes. Vegeta smiled down at him, one hand caressing a brand new reddish tail. Somehow Gohan was not surprised to see it. He groaned and rolled to the side, watching his own tail-tip twitch lightly. Slowly a genuine smile crept onto his face. Despite that he was laying on the ground and probably all of his muscles were aching much worse than if he'd just gone through a twelve-hour-sparring match, he felt great. Something had gone. Some invisible dam had broken and he felt... free. As if his vision of the world had shifted. It wasn't that there were sunshine and bright colors everywhere, not at all. But it was as if the world suddenly seemed to be open for him. He smelled new scents that he had never smelled before. He heard new sounds that he had never noticed before. And, best of all, he had this indescribable feeling. It was as if some part of him that had never really fitted had been removed.

Gohan smiled when warm fingertips slid over his back in a loving caress. His cock twitched in response as those wicked finger glided lower, towards his tail.

Son Gohan turned around to face his lover and a new part of his life.

Next to a tree, unnoticed by the oblivious couple, stood a shadowy figure clad in a green tunic, a strange helmet, and a cape. It smirked down at the two lovers who romped in the lush green grass. Its lips quirked upwards, into a downright sadistic grin.

"Rid of me? I think not, Son Gohan. My time will come..." It whispered, it's voice outdroned by lustful cries and moans.

The Great Saiyaman smirked and vanished into the shadows once more.

The End…?