Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Something Like That ❯ Chapter 2

"Go-haaaaaaaaaan!" Goten yelled as he ran towards his brother.

"Hey, there, Goten," he said, scooping the boy into his arms.

Gohan trailed behind his father, carrying Goten on his shoulders.

"You look funny, Gohan. Are you okay?" Goten asked, placing his tiny hands on Gohan's forehead to check for a fever.

Gohan blushed and laughed, "I'm fine!"

They entered the house, and as Chi-Chi turned from the stove, she stared at her eldest son. Gohan took Goten off his shoulders and set him in his chair, not once taking his eyes off his mother.

"Um… Is something wrong, Mom?" he asked, taking his seat next to Goten.

"Nothing, dear. You just look a little flushed. Is everything alright?" she asked as she brought lunch to the table.

Goku broke in, "Awww, don't worry about him, Chi-Chi. He's probably just worn out from the sparring session he had with Vegeta. Vegeta's one hell of a fighter."

Gohan said nothing. He chewed quietly as he looked down at his lunch. He finished quickly and excused himself from the table. He made his way upstairs and to his room. Once there, he closed the curtains, turned on his stereo, and laid there on top of the blankets in the perfect dark. His thoughts traveled to the events of the morning. He felt a stirring in his loins as he thought of Vegeta inside of him. Gohan felt hot as he reminisced over each thrust. He stood for a moment to remove his clothes and got back into the bed under the sheets. He felt the coolness of the fresh linens caress his skin, especially over his growing erection. He reached down and curled his fingers around his cock, just as Vegeta had, and stroked himself slowly, yet firmly. Aware of his family in the room below, he voiced his pleasure only in quiet bursts of air. He gasped as he ran a finger over the head of his cock. He tugged on it gently, shutting his eyes tightly as he did so, trying to restrain himself from calling out. Downstairs, his family discussed his recent behavior.

"Gohan's kind of quiet today," Chi-Chi said, clearing the table from their lunch.

Goten hovered by the sink to help his mother with the dishes. "Yeah. He doesn't look to good, either."

"He's fine. You two worry too much!" Goku said as he rose from the table. "But he was unusually quiet. I'll go check on him."

As Goku left the kitchen, Chi-Chi nuzzled her face in her son's hair. "And we worry too much?" Both mother and son giggled.

Goku made it to the top of the stairs and found himself standing in front of Gohan's bedroom door. He lifted a fist to knock, but returned his hand to his side. He could hear the deep, heavy breaths emanating from the entrance. He put his ear to the door and quietly listened. In addition to light panting, Goku could hear light moans, growling, and heavy purring. He stood away from the door, and with wide eyes, made his way downstairs. Goten and Chi-Chi were waiting for him at the bottom and took note of his expression.

"What's wrong, Goku?"

"Yeah, what's wrong, Dad?"

Goku flushed and scratched the back of his neck. "Uh… Goten? Why don't you go outside and play, okay? I have to talk to your mother."

"Awww. No fair! … Okay," he said, making his way towards the door.

After the door shut behind his son, Goku turned to Chi-Chi with a crazed grin spread across his face.

"Goku? What is it?" Chi-Chi asked sternly. "Is something wrong?"

Goku could sense the worry in her voice and quickly answered to ease her concern. "Everything's fine, Chi-Chi," he laughed. "He's just… He only needed… He needed a little time alone."

"Huh?" Chi-Chi asked blankly. She thought for a moment, and then recovered. "Oh!"

"Maybe we could leave for a little while. Give him a little more privacy?"

"Uh… yeah. Sure. Maybe I could get the latest gossip from Bulma! Let's go!" she said, pulling Goku by the arm.

"Hey, son! We're going to Bulma and Vegeta's!" he said while being pulled out the door.

Gohan heard only the last word of that sentence. He tugged himself harder as he heard his lover's name. He thrashed and pumped his cock wildly as a vivid picture of Vegeta making love to him came to mind.

~*~

"Hey, Bulma!" Chi-Chi exclaimed as the other woman invited them in.

"Hey, guys!" She turned to Goten, "Hey, little guy! Trunks is out back."

Goten beamed as he ran out towards his best friend.

"He's so cute!" Bulma squealed.

"Where's Vegeta?" Goku asked.

"I think he's in the gravity chamber."

"Thanks, Bulma!"

He walked around to the chamber and peered in to see Vegeta leaning against a wall and wiping away his sweat. He let himself in and greeted his friend.

"Hey, there, Vegeta!"

"Kakarot. I see that your little brat and woman are here. Where's the other boy?"

Goku blushed. "He's a little… busy."

"Oh," Vegeta said simply.

"So are we going to spar or what?" Goku said cheerfully.

"Um… No, Kakarot," Vegeta said in a frighteningly calm tone. "I'm a little exhausted. Maybe you can find that boy from the future to spar with you."

Goku frowned. "Well, okay, Vegeta." He perked up instantly. "But I look forward to tomorrow!"

Vegeta smirked and walked out of the chamber. Goku followed so that he could find Mirai Trunks, but it goes without saying that he was a little suspicious of Vegeta's excuse. The Saiya-jins passed through the house and went up the stairs. They parted as Vegeta went to his bedroom and Goku went to Trunks'. He poked his head into the teen's room, but saw he wasn't there. He went back downstairs to the ladies in the kitchen.

"Bulma, have you seen Trunks?"

"He's out back with the boys," she answered. "Is something the matter?"

"It's nothing really. But Vegeta doesn't want to spar with me because he's `tired'," Goku frowned. "Oh, well. I'd better go find Trunks."

When she saw that Goku had exited the house, Bulma gave a sharp look to Chi-Chi. "Vegeta's been acting strange lately!"

"Yeah?" was all that Chi-Chi could say as she sipped her coffee.

"He's always been `tired!' He doesn't have sex with me anymore. It's like he's getting it elsewhere."

Chi-Chi set her mug on the table and laughed. "What woman in her right mind would put up with that arrogant piece of work?"

Bulma let out a weary laugh. "I-I guess you're right, Chi-Chi." She lightened up. "You're right!" she laughed.

Upstairs, Vegeta stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He went out to the bedroom to pull out some clothes and lay them on the bed. He quickly toweled himself off and pulled on a pair of black jeans over his slightly damp skin. As he zipped them up, mindful of his penis and pubic hairs, he gazed out of the window to see his future son and Goku make their way to the gravity chamber. He ducked back into the room and pulled on a white t-shirt, tucking it into his jeans. He threaded a belt through the loopholes of his pants, and completed his outfit with a pair of black boots. He trotted downstairs and poked his head into the kitchen.

"I'm going out, woman," he said gruffly.

"O-okay," Bulma replied.

Chi-Chi and Bulma watched as he teleported out of the room, and then looked at each other. Bulma had a worried expression on her face. Chi-Chi frowned as she got up and sat next to her friend to comfort her.

~*~

"Open your eyes, boy," Vegeta whispered as he stood at the foot of Gohan's bed, watching the teen's expression.

Gohan was biting heavily on his bottom lip and held his eyes closed. The sheets and blankets were piled on the floor as Gohan laid on the mattress stroking his erection with one hand and cupping and squeezing his balls with the other. When he heard Vegeta's voice, his eyes popped open. Startled, he released himself so that he could pull himself upright. He sat up and backed himself against the headboard. The coolness of it gave him even more of a shock to the point that he banged his head against it.

Vegeta chuckled at this display. "Don't worry. Your family is at my house."

Gohan looked up at him and blushed, and looked down again as he rubbed the back of his head. He felt the bed dip as Vegeta sat next to him. He felt his fingers slide through the dark curls of his crotch as they found their way around his erection. He tugged Gohan gently as he leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips, but stopped short.

He whispered, "Thinking of me?" as he tugged him again.

Gohan met Vegeta's lips with his own as an affirmation. As Vegeta's grip tightened around the base of Gohan's cock, he reached up to place his other hand on the back of Gohan's head, pulling him close. He slid his tongue deep into the boy's mouth. Gohan broke away, gasping for air.

"What is it, boy?" Vegeta said roughly.

Gohan looked at his lap. Vegeta, following his gaze, saw that the teen had spilled his seed over his fingers. Vegeta smiled as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked away the boy's essence. He slowly ran his tongue over each digit, savoring the taste. Gohan watched intently, secretly wishing that was him in the prince's mouth. He was snapped from his thoughts as he felt the damp, sticky hand splay across his stomach. Vegeta kissed him once more, sliding his tongue along his so that he could taste himself. While they kissed, Gohan reached down and tugged Vegeta's shirt out of his pants. Vegeta grunted into the boy's mouth as the fabric rubbed against him, teasing his cock.

Vegeta pulled away from Gohan. "You seem to forget who's in control," he growled, tugging his shirt over his head.

Gohan looked down. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sick of you being sorry," Vegeta hissed as he stood away from the bed. "If you're really sorry, show me!" he snarled, indicating the bulge in his jeans.

Gohan righted himself from the bed and stepped towards the smaller Saiya-jin. He wrapped his arms around Vegeta's back and pulled him into an embrace. He slid down along his body, dragging his nails over his flesh as he settled on his knees. He hooked his fingers in his belt and tugged at it slightly as he licked around Vegeta's belly button. He nipped at the flesh immediately below it as he fumbled with the belt buckle. When the buckle was undone, Gohan guided the belt out of the loopholes and set it aside. He nuzzled his face, again, along the flesh of the prince's belly, gripping him by his hips. He felt Vegeta's hands settle at the sides of his head and felt himself being pushed lower until his lips were level with the bulge.

Gohan settled himself on his haunches as he reached up to pop the button on Vegeta's jeans. He guided the zipper down carefully and reached in to grip the firm heat. He pulled Vegeta's cock past the material and pumped it slowly in his fist. He looked up to read any sort of reaction, and was met with a lustful gaze. He released his erection and tugged the jeans down to his thighs. He gripped Vegeta's slender hips as he pulled his own body closer. He stared up at him as he licked his lips and guided Vegeta across the wet of his tongue and into the warmth of his mouth.

Vegeta closed his eyes and tipped his head. "Yes," he hissed as he continued to grip the sides of Gohan's face.

He opened his eyes once again to meet the teen's gaze. His gaze shifted slightly to watch the boy's lips wrapped around him. He watched as his member was being slid in and out of the young, supple mouth. A growl escaped his lips as he felt Gohan's hands-one around the base of his cock and the other tugging gently at his balls. He moved a hand to the teen's head, clutching his hair, and bucking his hips, driving himself further past his lips. Gohan moaned, and Vegeta purred at the vibration that pulsated along his erection.

"Kami…" Vegeta whispered. "Yes…" he continued.

Gohan smiled to himself at the pleasure he was giving to his prince. He moaned once again, and he felt himself being pulled against Vegeta. The head of Vegeta's cock was settled at the back of his throat, and his nose and lips brushed up against the soft tuft of hair that surrounded him. With a couple of quick jerks, Vegeta spilled himself into the boy's mouth. Gohan choked down the thick saltiness as Vegeta let go of his head and withdrew himself. He watched with slitted eyes as the smaller Saiya-jin tugged up his pants and zipped and snapped it shut. As he reached for his shirt that lay next to the boy, Vegeta leaned down and dabbed his tongue at the corners of Gohan's lips, licking away his seed.

"Mmm," Gohan lamented.

Vegeta dug his fingers into Gohan's hair as he kneeled in front of him. He threaded his fingers through the soft, raven locks and kissed him deeply. He pulled away briefly to pull his shirt over his head and chest, and returned to Gohan's lips only to break away once again.

"Put on your clothes," Vegeta rasped, his breath caressing Gohan's cheek.

He did as he was told, and Vegeta watched as Gohan fumbled with his boxers and blue jeans. Vegeta was struggling with his own belt as he stared at the boy's muscles and how they moved under his flesh as he pulled on a dark navy shirt. By the time Gohan was fully dressed and turned to face his prince, Vegeta had triumphed over the belt, and was tucking in his t-shirt. He walked towards the larger Saiya-jin and ran a thumb down his cheek and over his lips. With a quick, soft kiss on the lips, Vegeta flickered out of his room.

"Uh… Hey, Gohan!" Goku said, bursting into his son's room.

"H-hey, Dad… Mom!" he said nervously, looking at his father, and then past him and at his mother.

What happens next? I'll let you know if you're good enough to review. ^_~