Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Symposium ❯ Symposium ( One-Shot )

Title: Symposium

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns DBZ and not me. Plato owns the Symposium but he's dead so I don't think he'll mind if I borrow a bit of it.

Rating: if you can't legally buy cigarettes in the state of Pennsylvania, then you can't read this fic!

Pairing: Vegeta/Gohan

Warning: YAOI, PWP

A/N: I was going to write this a long time ago but I forgot…I just remembered about it today. Putting my college education to work again…

Great, just what I need today. All that I needed to do was find the book I think I left here and get home so I can write the paper on it for my class. But here Vegeta is standing between the door and me. I don't know what he thinks he wants right now but his face is unusually tense - like he is really straining to keep up his mask of indifference or something. I just stand there and wait for him to reveal his motives or whatever he is doing.

"Oldest brat of Kakarot's, just who I was looking for," the Prince of all Saiyans starts. Surprising, he's varied his words; he usually calls me `Kakarot's brat' not the other way around.

"Y... you were looking for me?" I ask.

"How much do you know of Saiyan culture, half-breed?" He asks, well more like he demands.

"I know next to nothing," I admit. "Dad doesn't remember anything from your home world and you don't seem to want to talk about it."

"I'm talking now aren't I?"

Well, he's got me there. I guess that he must finally be ready to talk or at least he's going to string me along for a while. I just nod at him and wait for him to do whatever he is going to do or say.

"Your idiot father wouldn't have really known about what I'm going to tell you anyways. He was born in too low of a class to be told."

"Then why are you telling me whatever it is that you are going to tell me?" I thought that since Vegeta always referred to me as the son of a third class that it would mean that I was also a third class. Then again, I may be wrong since this is the first time that I am being told of the traditions of my father's people.

"We have all surpassed the class system once held sacred on Vegeta-sei," was his simple explanation. I guess that it's all I need to know about that because he moves on directly after that. "The higher classed Saiyans had an interesting way of training their youths."

"How interesting?" He's piqued my interest. Actually he had my undivided attention from the moment he landed on this planet but that's not important right now.

"Earthlings would probably find it strange that Saiyan parents would give their children to someone else to be taught about life and the world."
"I don't think so," I interject. "I mean, in olden days, people used to let their adolescent children become apprentices to other people so they could learn a trade."

"I have heard about that," he takes a second to think before he speaks again. "But I don't imagine that they would teach their young charges everything that a Saiyan would."

"Yeah, I can't imagine many masters teaching their apprentices how to kill people the most effectively," I chuckle. I am still not sure where this is going but it's probably going to be some jibe on how I've slacked off over the years in my fighting. Although, I have to admit, he is using a very roundabout way to say it. Usually he just pointblank insults me and gets it over with.

"Masters and apprentices…interesting way of putting it," he muses. Is it just me or is he getting distracted quite easily by what I am saying? He regains his direction and continues on, "That is mostly what the masters - as you put it - taught the youths but not all."
"Really?" I am about to ask him what they were taught but Trunks chasing Dr. Brief's cat through the room interrupted my train of thought.

Vegeta watched his son for a moment before speaking. "I could show you what they were taught but it is something that should not be known to the young. We need to go somewhere more private."

Things keep getting more and more interesting as time passes. "Uh…does that mean that you are offering to teach me whatever it is that needs taught?"

"This is not something Kakarot can teach you," he sneers at me. "I highly doubt he even understands it himself."

I follow him out of the room and down a hallway into another room. When he flicks on the lights I notice that it is a rather large bedroom. The furniture and all the decorations were quite plain. There is a bed against the far wall with a nightstand beside it. Against the sidewall are two cushioned chairs and a small end table between them. On the other wall is a door to what I assume leads to a closet. I would just guess that it is one of the many spare bedrooms in the building but half empty glass of water on the nightstand is evidence that someone has used the room. I would bet money that it was Vegeta that left it there.

The man in question just sits down casually in one of the chairs and waits for me to follow suit. I just leave the doorway and take the other seat quite nervously. I still have no real clue as to what we are doing.

"You should feel privileged," he begins there is a hint of apprehension in his voice, or it might have been anticipation. "Royalty rarely took on apprentices, as you called them. Many of the upper classed families on the lower end of their class tried to get their sons to be taken by those who were higher up than them. That and you should be happy that I even considered you since you are almost too old. It was not unheard of for an apprentice to be your age but it tended not to be done."

"So," I start. This is really starting to remind me that I have homework to do but I will humor him for a little while longer. I would like to know what exactly he wants from me. "If I am to be your apprentice, what exactly does that entail?"

"Hm… you are definitely going to have to work on your fighting more than you have been. There are other things that you will have to learn too."

"And what will those be?" I question. It is actually quite exciting that Vegeta will finally be teaching me about his people. I have always been interested in the man who embodies that mysterious side of my heritage.

"You will learn your history and how to behave like the Saiyan you are. You will learn you place in society," I can almost hear him think `in society on Vegeta-sei if there was still a planet of that name'. I know I am thinking it and from the slight lowering of his voice I can tell that it is still hard for him to think of his home world. "But you have to understand that while I am teaching you, you have to obey me without question. Understand that?"

"Yes, I understand." Oh Kami, what am I getting myself into now?

"Go close the door," I hesitate for a brief moment when he says that. "Go do it now boy or I won't even consider teaching you anything."

I comply and turn to face him again. He stands up for a moment and motions me to stand in front of him. Again, I obey and stand in front of the smaller man. Somehow even when we are standing this close to one another I feel like I am still smaller than him.

"Are you ready for your first lesson?" He states with an overly cool tone. He looks up at me and it still feels like he is looking down his nose at me. I try to calm myself down and find that I cannot. I am nervous as to what he is going to do but at the same time I am excited about the unknown.

"Yes… I think I am ready," I state without hiding my feelings at all. My voice actually shakes with fear, anticipation, or both.

"You don't sound too sure about yourself," Vegeta chides. "If you don't want to do this, you can leave now."

"No, I am ready," I state letting my fear become buried within me. "What is the first lesson?"
"I find that it is best to start with the most important thing first," I nod as he says this. He then reaches up and grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me down to face him. I am staring into his eyes and holding my breath at the same time. I am really at a loss of what is going on and that little half-smile on his face is not helping any. He quickly pulls me down a little further and grabs the back of my head with his other hand. Before I can do anything, his lips are on mine with bruising force. What in the world is going on here?

I remain motionless for what seems like an eternity until I realize that I have been holding my breath. When I gasp in an attempt to fill my lungs with air, he takes advantage of it and forces the kiss to deepen. Now I really do not know what to do. I should do what I usually do when I am unsure, run away. But this time, I will not run. I decide to comply with my prince's wishes and engage in whatever lesson he thinks this is.

Vegeta is startled when I start to return the kiss with as much force as he was using. I use that to my advantage as he did with me. I will show him exactly how fast of a learner I really am.

He finally breaks the kiss and looks at me. "I did not say you could take control of that lesson but since you seem to have mastered that one quite well, we will move on."
With that he pushes me back so I topple over when the backs of my legs hit the bed. I find myself lying on my back across the mattress peering up at my new teacher. I find that I very much like this lesson and I am a very apt pupil. It does not take me very long to learn just how to touch Vegeta-sensei to have him moan when he shows me how easily he can do the same to me. The only part of the lesson that I do not get to try is the part where he shows me exactly what it is to be the master to my apprentice. I do not mind though, he is a very good master.

We lay back on the bed with the sheet draped across our spent forms and I notice something on the night stand for the first time. I chuckle to myself and reach for it. Vegeta looks at me with guilt written plainly across his face. It seems I've caught my master red handed in his little farce.

"Well, now I know what happened to my book," I state. "You didn't have to read ancient Greek philosophy to get me in bed. All you had to do was ask…"