Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 20 ( Chapter 20 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: chayron

Hello, everybody!

Big thanks for those who volunteered to help me out. Now we'll see how it goes further.

Hello, Plyric!

Glad you liked. This time I didn't make you wait too long ^_~

Hello, dishgurl!

Okay, I had to read your review several times and I still didn't understand everything you meant. Okay, starting with Gohan, I can say that it will never be clear what exactly Gohan visited the Saiyans over. It will be something mentioned about it, but there won't be any detailed description of conversation or anything like that.

Another sore point is the Dragonballs. Well, they couldn't use them because they need time to recharge (the wish has been made, and the Dragonballs still need to recharge). They had gathered them, but I believe there's still one month left until they recharge - believe they are stones now? I'm not even sure if in this case the Dragonball-radar can pick them up, but anyway.

What “spies” in Capsule Corporation do you mean?

Hello, NewFan!

Well, some things are not so hard to fix. You'll see how it goes with Goku and Gohan's relationship. Ah, and you're quite right about why Gohan is having those strange “fits”, but the person's name starts not with the letter “K” ^_~

Sure Vegeta didn't believe anything he said. He just spilled his dark mood.

Is there any time when no one is in danger? Uhh… No? :D

Well, in Playing Home Goku has the role of a peacemaker. He's the centre that everyone is revolving around. He has the same role in the anime, so it's nothing new, but in many fics he turns out different (well, let's take my Lucid for example). Is he a peacemaker there?

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku x Vegeta.

Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by achillona

Part 20

Something was wrong. Scent was wrong, the feeling was wrong.

Gohan painfully hit the wall with his back. He landed on the floor on all fours. He quickly raised his head at Vegeta who was now standing on the bed, staring down at him, the prince's eyes wide. Vegeta then dropped from his fighting stance.

“What the…?” confusion was clearly written on Vegeta's face. The prince observed the surroundings once again. Where the hell was he? “Where are we?”

“In my flat,” Gohan got up to his feet. He noticed absolute shut-down on Vegeta's face. “You had a panic attack or something,” Gohan said. “Then my father appeared. I didn't want to leave you with him so I just thought that I'd bring you here.”

“Oh shiiiit…” Vegeta rubbed his forehead, remembering. He slowly sat up on the bed. His head then rose to Gohan. “What did you say to him?”

Gohan approached Vegeta. “Don't worry, he won't come here. I told him he'd have to kill me first.” He saw horror in Vegeta's eyes. “Well, yeah…I know that he doesn't care much, but still…”

“Gods, Gohan, are you crazy…?” Vegeta winced. He hid his face in his palms in shame. He would be lucky to keep his skin intact this time… Kakarott will just skin him alive for this one… “All I said was bullshit. Kakarott doesn't sleep with Kamala. We just had an idiotic argument and I was very angry that he defended Kamala…”

Gohan stared at Vegeta, stupefied. “You mean…” he then stuttered. “You mean you just made this entire episode up?”

“I never told you that he slept with Kamala… Raaven said that…”

“But you didn't deny it!” Gohan hissed. “Oh Gods,” he then dropped to the floor. “Gods, Gods, Gods,” he groaned. “Do you realize…” he winced again.

Vegeta rubbed his forehead. “He'll kill me. Please, tell him that you joked or something…”

Gohan gazed at Vegeta. `Please'?

“Probably he's in shock right now,” Vegeta winced. “Can't believe you said that he doesn't care much… Those seven years he spent away from you was a nightmare for him. He has suffered enough, how can you say that he doesn't care about you?”

“He left us.”

“Don't you know him? He can be a complete idiot sometimes. That was just a spur of the moment, a moment of his stupidity. Gohan, he's still suffering from the nightmares about leaving you…”

Gohan was silent. He chewed on his lips.

“The guilt is eating him alive,” Vegeta hid his face in his palms again. “Gods, talk to him, say that you didn't mean it. He's probably going crazy right now…”

Gohan groaned, “Jesus Christ…I screwed up…”

They sat silently for some time. “Want to eat?” Gohan asked then. That fertility scent made him solicitous.

“Yes,” Vegeta nodded, and, before Gohan could have gone to his fridge, he put a hand on Gohan's forearm and ITed them to his and Goku's kitchen.

Goku raised his head at Gohan and Vegeta. He slowly pushed his bowl of soup away. He stood up and left the kitchen.

“Kakarott, wait,” Vegeta groaned.

“I'll better go look after my new lover,” Kakarott hissed, his back to Vegeta and Gohan. But he stopped.

“I didn't mean to…” Vegeta went closer.

“This time you overdid even yourself,” Goku turned around, his eyes blazing. “I didn't think you could do this to me. I'll never forgive you for this!” he smacked Vegeta's hand aside as that one tried to touch him.

Vegeta gazed at the orange gi before him. He could feel anger and disappointment wash over Kakarott and could feel his own hands starting to shake. “Kakarott, please…”

Goku closed his eyes, feeling sobs gathering in his throat. “How could you do this to me?”

Vegeta sat down in the chair. He couldn't look at Goku's face. “I'm sorry. I'm very sorry,” Vegeta's hands brushed over the table surface like trying to smooth it.

“Father…”

“Gohan, leave,” Goku didn't even look at his son.

“Father, please…”

“I don't have anything to say to you.”

“But I have!” Gohan snorted. “First, Vegeta never said you slept with Kamala. Raaven did. Second, you never apologized for leaving us.”

“Of course I am sorry! All my actions said that I was sorry!”

“I didn't notice that.”

“No, you didn't,” Goku broke in anger. “You never listened to me. You either were at University or with Videl. You never had time for me! How many times had I tried to talk to you? And now it's my fault that you think that I'm a fucked up father?! Do you really believe I would hurt you or my mate?” he motioned at Vegeta. “Tell me, maybe you've already shared your suspicions with Goten?!”

Gohan was speechless. “Father… No...”

“And you, Vegeta… Although I put up with most of your bullshit, I have never expected that one day you'd go to my son and turn him against me! Maybe I should go to Trunks, what do you think?!”

Vegeta didn't say anything. He didn't have much to say. “I'm sorry.”

Goku sat up opposite Vegeta. “You are a real fucker. If it was anyone else, I'd just rip their heads off.”

Vegeta sighed.

“Promise you'll never do anything like that again.”

“I promise,” Vegeta nodded, his eyes fixed on Goku.

Goku opened his mouth when Vegeta's mouth pressed to his. He could feel Vegeta's desperation and instinctively felt the need to reassure him. He gladly answered that desperation. It had been way too long since he last felt his mate like this. Those idiotic quarrels over Kamala… Goku was lost when his skin tingled with Vegeta's every touch. He felt himself musking the air.

Gohan uneasily shifted from one foot to another. He didn't like that at all. And this father's scent was making him sick. The related Saiyans found each other's arousal scents disgusting. That was a way of nature to prevent them from blood-mix. The more related they were, the more the scent annoyed them.

Gohan was relieved when Goku finally got himself under control.

“Sorry,” Goku blushed a bit after Gohan glared at him.

Vegeta came back to sit opposite Goku as if nothing had happened. Gohan's eyes involuntary shifted to Vegeta's crotch. He blushed as Vegeta caught his eyes and smirked at him.

“Gohan,” Goku asked, “did you really mean what you said yesterday?”

“Yes,” Gohan nodded, sighing. He took a chair. “But I spoke with Vegeta. He explained some things to me, and I want to apologize.”

“Let's just forget this,” Goku nodded. “And to whatever Vegeta said, I want to add that I love you and your brother. You are my sons. And I'd give my life for you.”

Gohan nodded. “I'm really sorry. I was just hurt, and I'd hug you right now if you didn't stink so much.”

Goku laughed. “Next time,” he laughed again. “You can hug Vegeta instead.”

“Are you crazy?!” Vegeta's tail puffed out.

Goku laughed at his ruffled mate. “C'mon, you like when I hug you.”

“You are supposed to hug me.”

“Oh, what privileges I have,” Goku winked at Vegeta who rolled his eyes.

“Who's looking after Raaven?” Vegeta asked then.

Goku sighed. “Well, I sort of went mad after you both left. I had a word…Maybe I should say a shout… Well…I told him…ehh…to fuck off,” he scratched the back of his head. “Then I said that I'd only be happy if his idiot mate broke the bond.” Goku hid his face in his palms. “After that Raaven told me to keep his stupid mate away from him and just went back to their house.”

Gohan blinked. “And you let him?”

“I didn't actually give a damn at that moment…” Goku sighed.

“So Raaven knows that Kamala wants to break the bond?” Gohan asked. “Then why keep them separate?”

Goku scratched his head. “Kamala is…he's unstable. I'm afraid that after he breaks the bond he'll do something to himself. Besides, such a serious thing as bond breaking might make Raaven miscarry. Bulma told me that he should avoid even the tiniest shake-up.”

“Clear,” Gohan nodded. “Do you know why they got into a fight that evening?” he asked interested.

Goku nervously fidgeted with his gi. But he decided it would be better that Gohan knew.

“Kamala is in love with you?” Gohan shook his head in disbelief. Now he realized why Vegeta had been so mad: his father was keeping a Saiyan who was in heat and who wanted him. Were he in Vegeta's place, he'd be a little worried, too. Suddenly Gohan felt the huge urge to laugh hysterically: a week ago he went to Kamala to ask him about a similar situation that he was in. Kamala was the last person one would have asked that.

“Do you want to eat?” Goku casually asked Vegeta who nodded.

“Don't give him any sweets. Yesterday he ate everything he found in Capsule Corp.” Gohan grinned when Vegeta glared at him.

Goku shook his head. “Yeah, he does that when he's depressed. Or angry. Or happy.” Goku looked at Vegeta, confused. “Hey, you really eat them all the time, don't you?”

“Stop babbling and give me food,” Vegeta crossed his arms.

Goku laughed. He stood up and went to the fridge. “Will sausages be alright?”

“Perfect,” Vegeta shrugged. “Do we have some French fries?”

“Yes.”

“Make some.”

Goku took one huge pack of sausages and another of frozen fries from the fridge. “Someone once told me that he was only pregnant, not ill…”

Vegeta looked at Goku then crossed his hands again. “I'll wash dishes.”

Goku smiled. “Alright. You can't cook, anyway.”

“I can!” Vegeta protested.

“I never saw that.”

“Ha! I'm not that stupid!”

“Are you saying you're only pretending to have me cook for you?”

“Exactly!”

“Dress the salad then.”

“Shit!”

Goku grinned.

Gohan was leaning in his chair, watching both Saiyans in wonder. He never knew Vegeta could be like that. He never knew Vegeta had this side in him. And he never knew Vegeta was so happy with his father.

Goku turned to his son. “Do you want to stay and eat with us?”

Gohan shifted a little uneasy. “I…”

“He stays,” Vegeta declared. “He'll make salad.”

“Vegeta, he's a guest. Guests don't make salad.”

“Shit!”

“Stop cursing.”

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Goku rolled his eyes. “Start on your salad; you don't have much time until the sausages and potatoes are done.”

“What do we have?” Vegeta got up from his seat and went to the fridge. He ransacked it for several minutes then victoriously returned from it with his hands full of tomatoes, cabbage, cucumbers, several cans of sweet corn and other goods.

Goku and Gohan sat opposite the prince, watching him slice and cut and chop. Vegeta felt a little uncomfortable being watched so close.

“Well, it seems that he knows what he's doing,” Goku remarked, his chin in his hand.

“I'm not very sure about sweet corn…” Gohan drawled, peering at the bowl.

“Shut up,” Vegeta stuck the knife at Gohan's face.

Finally, after Vegeta was done, Goku took a long, steady look at the contents of the salad bowl. He had to agree that it seemed edible. Goku took a spoon and tasted. He suddenly grabbed at his throat. Vegeta's eyes widened.

“Kidding, just kidding,” Goku laughed, removing his hand from his throat. “Try, it's really good,” he handed the spoon to Gohan.

“Asshole!” Vegeta snorted. “I thought I poisoned you!”

“No, it's really tasty,” Goku complimented Vegeta one more time.

“I told you,” Vegeta's chest puffed out.

“I'm not sure about the corn…” Gohan chewed on the salad. “It's a bit strange…”

“Shut up and eat. My mate liked it,” Vegeta said like he would have gotten the approval of the greatest cook in the universe.

“I'll wake Kamala up. He's probably hungry,” Goku turned to the door.

“He's still sleeping?” Gohan wondered.

Goku sighed. “He's asleep most of the time. Yeah, sleeping, crying or cursing me.”

“That bad?” Gohan felt much more worried.

“You'll see,” Goku motioned for him to follow.

Gohan followed his father upstairs, to Kamala's room. Gohan froze after Goku opened the door. Kamala was ki-cuffed. Kamala was sleeping. The Saiyan looked very ill, his face white like a sheet of paper, his cuffed hands resting against his stomach like he'd be in pain.

Even now Kamala was beautiful. Paleness seemed only to stress his beauty: high, aristocratic cheekbones, high forehead, small pointy nose, full red lips, long eyelashes, fine arched brows. Though Kamala's eyes were closed, Gohan perfectly remembered how they looked - fire and fieriness.

Kamala's breathing was rash and uneven, and Gohan wasn't sure if Kamala was dreaming something or was seriously ill. Kamala's tail was limply hanging, the tip reaching the floor. And even though Kamala was bigger than Gohan or Goku, now he seemed even smaller than Vegeta.

“Kamala,” Goku shook the sleeping Saiyan.

“He doesn't even react,” Gohan muttered. “If it were Vegeta, you'd already be flying into a wall…”

Goku shook Kamala again. This time Kamala's breathing hitched, and his eyes shot open. He stared at Goku for some time until he realized where he was. He then put his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes again.

“Do you want to eat?” Goku asked.

“Leave me alone,” Kamala turned away from Goku. He rubbed his stomach then pressed his forehead to the pillow.

“You haven't eaten for three days. You'll get sick.”

“Let's hope it's deadly.” Then suddenly Kamala turned back to Goku his eyes aflame. “You have no right to keep me here! I want to see Raaven!”

“Sure. As soon as you get over that ridiculous thought about death and bond breaking,” Goku calmly answered. He touched Kamala's bruised wrists, dispersing the ki-cuffs. “Now let's go eat something.”

Goku had to restrain Kamala as that one tried to hit him. “Kamala, stop it,” he easily seized Kamala's wrists again. “You'll eat. One way or another. I don't think you'd like the idea of force feeding…”

Kamala bared his canines at Goku.

“Thought so,” Goku nodded. “And you need a shower. You reek.” Actually Goku wanted to wash that heat scent off Kamala. Kamala's clothes, the bedding and the whole room were soaked in it, and Goku really knew that Vegeta wouldn't like it. Goku felt uncomfortable - he was responding to it.

Suddenly Goku felt Kamala tense. A loud growl echoed. Goku followed Kamala's gaze. Kamala was growling at Gohan. And one didn't need to be genius to know why - Gohan was staring at Kamala, his breathing hitched, his tail all puffed out and there was a bulge in the front of Gohan's jeans.

“Gohan, go to the kitchen, Kamala and I will join you shortly,” Goku hoped his son heard what he said. But Gohan heard: he seemed to wake up from some trance, he then flushed all scarlet and almost fled the room.

Kamala relaxed as soon as Gohan left. “I don't like him,” he rubbed his aching wrists.

“I see that,” Goku sighed. “You'll have to shower before you go to the kitchen. I won't risk my mate or son jumping you.”

Kamala's face-hardened. “Mated Saiyans rarely react to other Saiyans in heat, so you can be calm about Prince Vegeta.”

“Oh,” Goku scratched his head sheepishly. Now he knew why he himself almost didn't respond to the scent, and Gohan had had a look on his face like he'd be ready to fuck Kamala to death.

Goku watched Kamala try to stand up unsuccessfully. He then supported Kamala by his shoulders. Now Goku doubted if showering was a good idea - Kamala was hardly standing. And it seemed that Kamala was in some sort of pain.

Goku took Kamala downstairs to the bathroom, took his upper clothes and left Kamala alone in the bathroom to do as he pleased.

Gohan gazed at the Vegeta's torn old blue training suit in his father's hand. “Throw it away. He can't wear that again.”

“The damn thing reeks,” Vegeta scrunched his nose. “You have that big white T-shirt and white sweatpants with those orange stripes. You don't wear them anyway. And give him your boxers. Those with the orange ducks preferably, I hate them.”

“Alright,” Goku shrugged. “I don't like them either. Only the color of the ducks.”

“Figures…”

Goku stood at the door to the bathroom. He knocked. Kamala had been in the shower for over thirty minutes.

Kamala didn't answer. Neither did he answer after the second knock. Kamala was in the shower - Goku could perfectly feel his ki. The ki was stable. Goku listened to the door more closely. Kamala was crying. Again.

“Kamala, may I come in?”

“No, fuck off!”

“Please, Kamala, you have to eat.”

“I don't want to fucking eat!”

“Kamala, get out of there, or I'll simply drag you to the table.” Already earlier Goku had noticed that there was no other way to get through to Kamala. He obeyed only when threatened. “So, can I come in?”

“Yes, you bastard! The door is unlocked!”

Kamala was sitting on the floor, on the bluish tiles. His knees were drawn to his chest, and he was wrapped in a big white towel, his wet hair was clinging to his shoulders, back and chest.

Goku sighed. He put the clothes next to Kamala. “Dress.”

Kamala turned to look at the clothes then turned back to stare at the wall opposite him. “I don't need anything from you.”

Goku shook his head in annoyance. “Don't start that again.” He sat up next to Kamala.

“It's you who starts everything!” Kamala spat back.

“And what the fuck did I start?!” Goku was no less angry. He glared at Kamala challengingly.

Goku was too astonished to push Kamala away as suddenly Kamala's mouth was all over his. Goku's back hit the bluish tiles, and Kamala's tongue slipped into his mouth. Kamala's fingers entangled in his hair. Before Goku could have gathered his wits, Kamala's lips left his, his hands left Goku's hair.

Kamala put his head to rest on Goku's chest. “Now you can kill me.”

Goku gazed at Kamala's wet head and hair draped over his chest. His look lingered for some time on Kamala then he sighed. “It will take more than that. Though, I don't want to know how far you can go…” He gently brushed over Kamala's wet strands. “It will be enough, Kamala. Things aren't as bad as they look.” He sighed then. “Now get up and get dressed; I'm starving.”

He watched Kamala silently comply. The sweatpants were a bit too short, but the shirt fit perfectly. And it looked much better on Kamala than on him. After Kamala finally dressed they went to the kitchen.

Although he really tried, he couldn't quit growling: he could smell Kamala's scent all over Kakarott. He spent more time growling than eating. Although, in revenge, he tried to eat Kamala's portion too, which Kamala didn't mind but Kakarott was against.

Gohan spent more time admiring and smelling Kamala than eating. He decided that with new clothes and that damp hair Kamala was gorgeous. And that even Kamala's constant growl at him was…erotic. And those glares Kamala was giving him across the table… Oh yes, Kamala had fire!

“Gohan, close your mouth,” Vegeta scowled at Goku's son. “You're drooling all over the table.” Gohan's jaw closed with a loud rattle. “Good boy. Now go find Videl.”

Vegeta was quite surprised to see Gohan's face darken.

Gohan pushed his plate away. He stared at the table for several moments. “Videl and I broke up two months ago.”

“What?!” Goku stared at his son. “Two months ago?” he stuttered. “Why didn't you say anything?”

“You know mom…” Gohan sighed. “She already saw us married and with a bunch of kids…”

“Then why didn't you tell ME anything?”

Gohan rubbed his forehead then leaned on the back of the chair. “It wasn't a nice split. I didn't want to talk about it. Well, not with you, anyway. I wanted a neutral opinion, so I went to Kamala…”

Surprised, Goku turned to look at Kamala who didn't react and overall didn't seem to have heard a word pronounced. “What was the reason?” Goku asked, turning back to his son.

Gohan shifted uneasily then sighed. “I'm gay.”

“Splendid,” Vegeta muttered. “Took you long enough…”

“Shut up, Vegeta,” Goku growled. He turned to his son. “She probably noticed?”

“Hell yeah,” Gohan giggled hysterically. “She noticed me and my teacher in bed.”

Vegeta choked on his salad. Goku just stared at his son wide-eyed. Kamala roared with laughter.

“Yeah, it's really funny,” Gohan sipped his tea.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Goku jumped to his feet.

“About sex,” Gohan sipped his tea again. “Can tell you that it was great.”

“You son finally got some brains,” Vegeta remarked.

Now Goku was almost Super Saiyan. “Sleeping with your teacher?! Are you crazy?!”

“What's the big deal? We both wanted it…”

“I'll tell you what the big deal is!” Goku shouted. “He's your teacher! How old is he? Forty? Fifty? Oh Gods,” there horror appeared on Goku's face, “did he force you?!”

Gohan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Force ME?” he shook his head in disbelief. “And he's 23. Only four years older than I.”

“Kakarott, sit down,” Vegeta ordered. “He's damn Mystic. What the hell do you think can happen to him? Several sex tumbles won't hurt him. He's a big boy now. There's no need to worry.”

Goku looked at Vegeta, his eyes blazing. “I'd see what you would sing if we were talking about Trunks.”

“I'd chain him, but now we are talking about Gohan.”

Goku sighed. He sat down. He then looked at Gohan again. “Are you a pair?”

“No. It only happened twice. I just liked…”

Goku cleared his throat.

“Was he your first?” Vegeta proceeded with eating his salad.

Gohan blushed. “Yeah.”

“Top? Bottom?”

Gohan blushed even more. “Bottom. I sort of…”

“Enough,” Goku couldn't bear this anymore. “Gohan, Vegeta, just finish your meals.”

Goku dug back into his sausages. He cast a glance at Kamala, who except for that laugh after Gohan's admission, seemed to be completely indifferent to his surroundings. He just stared at his plate and, from time to time, raked through his salad with a fork. He almost didn't eat anything.

“Kamala, eat,” Goku sighed.

“I don't want to,” Kamala leaned back in his chair and pushed the plate away from him.

“Kamala, you'll finish that plate or I'll feed it to you by force,” Goku calmly said.

Kamala glared at him. He stood up and left the table. Goku growled in anger. “Kamala, get back here! I don't have time for these games of yours!” He jumped to his feet and caught up with Kamala. He grabbed the younger Saiyan by his hair and dragged back to the table. “Sit the fuck down!” he pushed Kamala back into the chair.

“Kakarott!” Vegeta hissed. All right, he wanted to kill the bastard, but Kakarott was crossing the line.

“Grr!” Kamala just slammed himself at Goku, knocking them both over, making Goku hit his head on the edge of the cupboard. He got dizzy, giving Kamala time to land several punches and kicks at him.

Vegeta grabbed Kamala by his hair and yanked him back, away from his mate. Gohan suddenly panicked, thinking that now Vegeta and Kamala would get into a fight. But Kamala didn't even struggle. He let himself be hauled and seated back onto the chair.

Goku sat up on the floor. He rubbed his left eye. “Kamala!”

“You asked for it,” Vegeta silenced Goku. “If you're stupid enough to push him around, you'll take the consequences.”

“He needs help. And if this is the only way I can help, I'll do it!” Goku sat back in his chair, opposite Kamala who lowered his eyes to his plate. “And what do you suggest?” he glared at Vegeta.

Vegeta smirked. “You know what I'd suggest.”

Goku growled in annoyance. “Yeah, let's kill him! Let's kill everyone who annoys us! Sometimes I wonder how we ended up together!”

“Yeah, me, too…” Vegeta hissed back. “And not only sometimes!”

Goku and Vegeta glared at each other for a few seconds.

“Pass me the salt,” Goku said then. “Thank you,” he nodded after taking it.

“Welcome,” Vegeta nodded.

XXXXX

“Father, let me talk to him,” Gohan asked while gazing at Kamala's back.

Kamala was standing in the middle of the living room, his eyes fixed somewhere outside the window. The other Saiyans were sitting in the same room.

“Talk,” Goku shrugged.

“No, I mean alone,” Gohan sighed. “He won't talk while you're here.”

“In that case, I'm afraid you'll have to wait several days until his heat ends. I won't risk you jumping him.”

Gohan blushed. “Nonsense. I'm not going to do anything.”

Vegeta turned his head to Gohan. “That sort of doesn't depend on you. You've been drooling all over the kitchen. Its instinct. Do you remember your first heat?” Vegeta nodded after Gohan squirmed uncomfortably and blushed even more.

Gohan scrunched his nose. “Alright. I get the whole picture.” He turned to his father. “Are you going to ki-cuff him again? Those bruises on his wrists…”

Goku sighed, “I know. But I just couldn't do anything else. He's very aggressive. Now he seems to have calmed down. I hope I won't need to…”

Gohan shook his head. “It's only because of Vegeta. I noticed that Vegeta's and Raaven's current scent work very relaxingly on us. Those pheromones somehow reduce the aggression.” Gohan rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I found it very interesting. It seems it helps to reduce the risk of an attack on a pregnant Saiyan.”

Vegeta blinked at Gohan. “Didn't know that,” he admitted.

“Gohan shrugged. “Well, you yourself probably can't feel it. Do you feel Raaven's scent?”

Vegeta thought a moment. “No.”

“So if I keep Vegeta and Kamala in one room, nothing will happen?” Goku happily smiled.

Vegeta all but puffed out. “Don't even think about that!”

“But, Vegeta…”

“No!”

XXXXX

Vegeta was sitting near Goku's childhood house. Vegeta's back was leaning on the old linden. He wasn't sure why he came here. He just felt an urge to come here. He always associated this place with peace and calmness. And at the moment he needed it.

Kamala.

Well, sure everything was because of that insolent family ruining worm. Vegeta sighed. He knew Kakarott's nature, and it was part of the reason why he loved Kakarott so much, but it still annoyed him that Kakarott was backing up Kamala.

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Vegeta was had been sitting there for a while now. His head was raised to the sun. It was a warm day, the sun was high, a gentle breeze was in the air. Vegeta was sitting and leaning on the old lime tree. His face was thoughtful but at the same time the facial features pleasantly relaxed. Vegeta's hands were resting at his sides, his palms covering two pads of grass. The black flame-hair was swaying in the light wind. And then a soft smile appeared on the prince's lips.

The sight took his breath away. It was like he'd have realized again what a big part Vegeta had taken in his heart. He was afraid to breathe so as not to spoil the perfect picture. But, like always, he knew that it wouldn't last for long: soon Vegeta would smell his scent and it will be all over.

Ah. Vegeta already noticed him.

“Gohan?” Vegeta's head turned.

“Here you are,” Gohan walked over to Vegeta. He landed several feet away from the prince. “My father is going crazy,” he sighed. He waited for Vegeta's reaction but wasn't surprised as there was none. Gohan then walked over closer and sat down next to Vegeta, on the grass. “I know that he's overreacting, but you suppressed your ki…”

“It means that I want to be alone,” Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest.

Gohan nodded. “I know. Everyone knows, except him. He almost had a fit after you disappeared.” Gohan sighed. “What happened between you two this morning?”

“Nothing,” Vegeta shook his head. It really had been over nothing. He just wanted some time to be alone.

“Then I'll just say to him that I didn't find you,” Gohan got up.

“He'll have another fit,” Vegeta sighed. He stood up too and began to walk. He was still suppressing his ki. He simply wanted to enjoy the walk. There was no need for a yelling Goku to getting into the picture.

“May I walk with you?” Gohan wasn't even sure why he asked. He already wanted to leave but then he saw a small nod Vegeta's head made. Gohan was delighted. His and Vegeta's relationship deteriorated a bit after that incident during his first heat. But now Vegeta was much warmer to him. Only the timing sucked. Vegeta was already mated. And to none other than his father.

TBC