Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Something Like That ❯ Something Like That ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: DBZ and it's characters? Nope, don't own 'em. Otherwise, read, review, and enjoy.



`Something Like That'

The swelter descended upon the Son family home. Goku felt the heat come right over while he was finishing the lawn. Gohan burst out of the house and ran past him, all the while muttering to himself.

"Hey, son! Where are you going in such a hurry?" Goku yelled after him, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

The eighteen-year-old stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at his father. "Uh… I'm… going to see Trunks," he smiled nervously.

"More training, huh? That's my boy!" Goku said cheerfully.

"Yeah. Something like that. I… uh… Gotta go now!" he said as he took to the skies.

He peered down at the ground and saw that his father was waving at him. He waved back and shifted his gaze ahead. Gohan could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage as if it sought its escape. He anticipated being with his love again. He could almost feel the sensation of running his fingers through his silky hair. He could almost taste and feel his soft lips pressed against his. Gohan nearly faltered in his flight as his thoughts and senses overflowed with the conception of his lover. His heart nearly burst as his very home came into view. He spiraled downward and touched down on the domain of Capsule Corporation.

Mirai Trunks came out to greet him as he saw Gohan strolling up the walk. "Hey, there, Gohan!"

"Hey, Trunks," he said as he slung an arm over his shoulders.

"It's a surprise seeing you! Mom just got done making lunch. You're welcome to join-as always."

"Thanks."

Gohan removed his arm and followed Trunks inside. Bulma happily greeted him as he took a place at the table between both her Chibi and Mirai sons. Vegeta hid behind a newspaper, but greeted Gohan still in his usual, rough fashion. Chibi Trunks mimicked his father; only he was glossing over a comic book. They folded their reading materials and set it beside themselves as Bulma set loaded plates in front of them and the teens. She sat with her meal, and they all commenced in eating. Gohan nervously glanced at Mirai Trunks as he picked up his chopsticks to begin eating. He looked quickly in Bulma's direction, and then at Vegeta. The five ate quietly until Vegeta broke the silence.

"How's Kakarot?"

Gohan nearly choked when he discovered all eyes were on him. "Oh, he's great! Um… I think he mentioned coming over to spar tomorrow."

"Perfect!" Vegeta said, pushing his empty plate away. He looked at Bulma and nodded, "I'm going to the gravity chamber to prepare."

Bulma smiled, as she knew his nodding was his way of complimenting her. "Okay, Vegeta."

Vegeta vanished from the dining room. Gohan stared blankly at the now empty space at the table. He then looked over at Trunks once again and poked him in the side with his elbow. Trunks chuckled as he returned the sentiment and continued eating. Bulma looked at the boys, slightly puzzled.

"What's with you two?"

"Nothing, Mom," Trunks laughed as he tried to evade Gohan's barrage of jabs.

"They're dating!" Chibi Trunks interjected.

"Shut up!" Trunks said, reaching over Gohan to tousle his hair.

Bulma rose from her seat and took the empty dishes to the sink. "Well, I'd hate to interrupt your little love-fest, but we have to go into town, boys. Sorry, Gohan."

"Mooooom!" both Trunks whined.

"I know, but the sooner we leave, the sooner we'll get it over with," Bulma giggled.

She led the three boys outside. Mirai Trunks turned to his friend and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry about this, man. I promised Mom to help her with shopping."

Gohan waved his hand. "No, it's okay. Some other time," he smiled.

He watched as the family loaded into the vehicle and drive off. He waved as they disappeared into the distance. His ears pricked as he could hear Vegeta's yelling and the crash of ki blasts. He walked around to the chamber and let himself in. He nearly collapsed under the force of gravity, but quickly regained composure. Vegeta sensed him and quickly jerked around to get him into view.

"It's you," Vegeta panted.

Gohan said nothing.

"It's about time," he said as he floated towards the teen.

Vegeta hovered at Gohan's eye level, took hold of a fistful of his hair, and pulled him into a rough kiss. Gohan grew heady as he took in Vegeta's scent as a product of his rigorous training. He placed his hands on the smaller Saiya-jin's waist, feeling his sweat seep through the fabric. He pulled him closer to deepen their kiss, but Vegeta resisted. Soon Gohan found himself doubled over and clutching his stomach as Vegeta delivered a blow against him.

"I'm-I'm sorry, Vegeta," he said, cautiously looking up at him.

Vegeta's feet settled on the tiled floor in front of the teen. Gohan quickly looked away and to the floor. He kneeled and placed two fingers under the teen's chin and gently lifted his head so that he could see his face. With his other hand, Vegeta threaded his fingers through Gohan's hair. He cupped his face, and kissed the boy once more. It was a soft, lingering kiss, but it was cut short when Vegeta stood up abruptly and walked across the chamber.

"Get up, boy!" he said, giving Gohan a cold, hard stare.

Gohan winced at his seemingly harsh words. He stood on shaky legs and hesitated in walking over to his prince. Gohan thought that though Vegeta was callous at times, he loved how he loved him. When they made love, he was always so gentle him, and he always took his time, provided that Gohan didn't overstep his boundaries. There were the conditions that he had to submit to the Saiya-jin Prince, which he didn't mind. However, in fierce, hormonal overdrives, such as the one that had just occurred, he can't quite help himself. As a result, there were consequences. Gohan loved those, too. When he was alone with Vegeta, the line between pleasure and pain was exquisitely blurred.

"Quit wasting time, and come here!" Vegeta ordered.

Gohan walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. "Yes, my prince?"

"Hn!" he grunted, folding his arms over his chest. "What's say we go to someplace more comfortable?" he smirked.

"Where?" Gohan asked, wide-eyed.

"The woman is out with those brats, yes? I'm sure we could find a place."

Vegeta led him out of the chamber and into the house. They walked up the stairs, hand-in-hand, and down the corridor. Vegeta paused as he peered into one of the guest rooms.

"This'll do," he said, walking in and pulling Gohan after him.

After shutting the door, he forced the larger Saiya-jin on the bed and straddled his hips. Carelessly, he roamed his hands over the young, but hard body. Gohan closed his eyes and relished in the warm hands pawing him. Vegeta leaned to kiss his young lover, sliding his tongue into his yielding, waiting mouth. Gohan reached to cup Vegeta's ass, drawing him closer. As he did so, he could hear a growl escape Vegeta's throat as he still kissed the boy. Instead of immediately letting go, he pursued, squeezing the smaller Saiya-jin's ass cheeks together. That gesture was met with a moan from his lover.

Vegeta broke away and stood. "Take off your clothes," he quietly demanded.

Gohan stood before the prince and slid out of his gi and underclothes. He shivered as Vegeta ran a cool hand over his frame, stopping at his chest to lightly pinch each perfect, small, tan nipple. Gohan closed his eyes tightly and let out a soft moan.

"Perfect," Vegeta whispered.

He reached down to finger the tight, dark curls that surrounded the teen's budding erection. He curled his fingers around Gohan's cock and pumped it gently to full hardness. Gohan stood rigid with his arms to his side, stifling each moan within his throat.

"Moan for me, boy," Vegeta rasped hotly.

Gohan allowed the cries of ecstasy to spill from his mouth. He thrust himself in Vegeta's grasp. He nearly whimpered as Vegeta released him right as he neared completion. He stood in a daze, eyes glazed over and he watched Vegeta remove his clothes to reveal his throbbing erection. Gohan moved his lips, but no sound came out. Vegeta smiled warmly as he pushed his young lover onto the bed once again.

"They'll be here soon," Vegeta informed.

Gohan nodded as he felt Vegeta's hands around his ankles, pulling him so that his ass was just at the edge of the bed. He rested the boy's ankles on his shoulders as he leaned down to lick the pearly orb that settled at the tip of Gohan's cock. Gohan purred as he felt the soft warmth slide against him. He invited it once again, but it never came. Instead he had felt a hard warmth press against his opening. Vegeta ground himself roughly against Gohan's ass until a delicious heat enclosed him. Gohan pressed his head hard against the mattress until he felt Vegeta settle inside him. He reached up and stroked the smaller Saiya-jin's arms that rested on his hips. They remained still for a long, quiet moment.

Vegeta shook Gohan's hands away as he reached down to cup his face. He gave him a gentle kiss, then pulled away as he slowly withdrew himself from the teen's body. He thrust himself into him once again, and repeated the pattern until the two developed a rhythm. The two Saiya-jin's howled in delight as Vegeta pumped himself in and out Gohan's tight opening. He paused as he removed the boy's ankles from his shoulders and resumed thrusting himself as he laid his body against him. Gohan wrapped his arm around Vegeta's slender frame, reaching to stroke his prince's silken, raven locks. Vegeta gazed into his eyes as he did so. His eyelids slid closed as he felt the younger Saiya-jin's lips against his.

Gohan became dizzy with pleasure, as he perceived the soft hair and equally soft lips, the hard heat thrusting inside him, and the feel of his own cock being pressed between their hard bodies. These concepts were now dissolving as he reached his peak. With a loud groan, thick ropes of semen shot between them, as well as inside him as both Vegeta and Gohan came. Vegeta panted as he struggled to pull himself out of the boy and collapsed on top of him. Gohan simply ran his palm along his back and through his hair until he regained his wits about him.

Vegeta stood up quickly. "Clean yourself up."

Gohan complied, taking the prince with him. They grabbed a quick shower together and dressed in time to catch the knocking at the door. Vegeta pressed his lips quickly against Gohan's and twisted the knob.

"Hey!" Goku squealed cheerfully.

"Get out of the way, Goku!" Bulma called behind him, her arms, as well as the boys', full of shopping bags.

Vegeta crossed his arms. "What is it Kakarot?"

"I came for Gohan. Chi-Chi wants him home for lunch."

Gohan stepped from behind the door. Goku glanced at Mirai Trunks, whose arms were full with bags still, and then at Vegeta and Gohan who were both a little flushed.

Goku looked at his son sideways. "I thought you came to spar with Trunks."

"Huh? I did, but he had to go out with Bulma, so I sparred with Vegeta instead."

"Great sparring partner, huh?" Goku asked, beaming proudly at Vegeta.

"Something like that," both Vegeta and Gohan said.

Goku gave them both a puzzled look and shrugged. "Whatever. Let's go, Gohan, before Chi-Chi gets mad."

They all bid their goodbyes. Gohan and Goku strolled down the walk. Gohan looked back to see Vegeta still standing in the doorway. Vegeta smiled faintly, nodded, and shut the door.