My Love

My Love
Chapter 2: My Second Love

Vegeta rubbed at his hair standing nude in the slightly fogged up bathroom, a thin layer of mist filled the air. He dropped the towel down from his spiky locks and let it lay limply over his shoulders as he reached up a forearm and ran it over the front of the mirror to clean some of the condensation from it.

Really what had gotten into that Son family? They’d been odder than usual. He took a sniffed of himself. Now he smelt good, felt a lot better too after the hot shower. He was still confused as to why he’d slept for damn-near three days straight, hell he usually only need around five hours of rest to be fully energized. It all seems to add up to trouble thought Vegeta with a frown. He snorted and shook his head, it wasn’t important he decided moving to pull back on his clothes. He’d just see Trunks off, kick these freeloading Sons out of his house, and spend the rest of the day doing some heavy gravity training. He frowned again, maybe I should go to the store the refrigerator was looking pretty empty.

Trunks and Bra still lived with him; the Capsule corps building was practically an apartment complex so it wasn’t tight living space. Both his offspring worked for the large company, Trunks as its president and Bra as one of its graphic artists slash part-time designer, so it was also convenient for them to remain where they were. He was use to splitting up the household chores with them mainly who made dinner, got grocers, and other needed supplies. It wasn’t his turn to do so, but he was the only one there so he was stuck with the unpleasant job as well as cooking his own meals the whole week.

Vegeta sighed in a displeased fashion as he finished pulling the tight purple shirt over his head, smoothing it down his washboard stomach. Finished with his grooming and dressing the saiyan prince left his bathroom and moved to the launch pad outside where the CC’s latest space cruiser model stood waiting and ready to go. He moved up to the patio that had been set up next to the pad and leaned on the rail there, watching as Pan went about making last minute checks of the ship. This kind of reminded him of when the newly midgeted Kakarot, Trunks and his young stowaway mate had gone in search of the dragon balls in space.

It’d been along time since he’d been in space maybe he was getting too attached to this silly backwater plant. "Maybe I will take Bra up on that offer and go with her next time she’s on vacation." He frown and decided that might not be so great an idea since Bra had her own mate now and would probably prefer to spend some quality time alone with him. Trunks did a lot of traveling, but it was mainly for work and he’d only get in his son’s way if he tagged along.

Vegeta gave another displeased sigh. He was soooo bored! He really wished something exciting would happen for once. Saiyans can only take peace for so long, if stuck in a peaceful environment they had a tendency to lose a few screws and Vegeta was definitely getting sick of the peaceful uneventful life style he had going. Come on Dende, throw an enemy or something my way, I don’t care what so long as its keeps me from dying of boredom. The saiyan prince yawned widely as if to emphasize his point.

"Tou-san," called a familiar voice to his side and Vegeta turned to gaze on his son. "We’re leave now."

Vegeta nodded his head.

"Will you be alright? You look kind of unhappy?" said Trunks moving a step closer.

Vegeta snorted. "I’m fine brat," he grunted putting on his classic scowl.

Trunks laughed softly. "Silly me, should have known better."

"Trunks!" called Pan. Both looked down to see the brunet waving at them. "We’re ready to go!"

"Hai!" called down Trunks. "Well I need to go now, take care of yourself," smiled the lavender haired demi-saiyan moving down the step.

"Take care of myself, hn," snorted Vegeta. "You and Bra both act like I’m an old man that can’t do nothing anymore," he muttered.

"Of course not Tou-san," called Trunks from the bottom of the steps. "We both know you’re the great saiyan no ouji, you don’t need such minuet things like food and water," laughed the demi-saiyan.

"You better get going brat before I decided to pound you into the ground like a stake," warned Vegeta.

Trunks only smiled and gave a wave good-bye before following his mate into the ship.

Vegeta watched as the ship roared to life and lifted off the ground to hurl itself towards the heavens. After it was completely out of sight he straightened his posture and stretched out his arms over his head. Well, back to training he thought moving towards the kitchen to pick up some liquids first. He pushed the sliding glass door open and stepped into the room only to stop and frown. Looking around he grabbed a broom and advanced on the pest he spied.

"Etai!" cried Goku dropping the bag of chips he’d found and rubbing his head. He looked behind him to see Vegeta wheeling a broom before him.

"Kakarot…" said Vegeta in a calm voice, he closed his eyes, one brow twitching in an irritated fashion. "Did I say you and your brats could raid my kitchen?"

True enough the Sons were use to helping themselves at Capsule corps since food had always been abundant and freely offered in the past. Of course, that was back in Bulma’s rain and the blue haired woman had always kept everything well stocked. However… Goku looked around seeing his sons, each holding some half-eaten snack, and some very empty looking cupboards. In fact, those cupboard were pretty much barren they’d succeed it cleaning the other saiyan out of any edible sustains.

Goku gave an innocent smile. "Gee, I guess not."

Vegeta sighed and tossed the broom away. So much for spending the day training, now he really did have to go grocery shopping. "They’re like a plague," muttered Vegeta heading down the hall.

"Ano, Vegeta-san? Where are you going?" asked Goten leaning back so he could look at the Prince as he pulled on a leather jacket.

"To get some food," grumbled the prince zipping the coat up.

"Food?!" came Goku’s cheerful voice before his head too appeared in the hall.

"Not for you!" snapped Vegeta picking up the keys to his sporty black hover car. "I’m going to the store, be gone when I come back," he said before walking out the door. He was about to start the car up when Gohan came running out.

"Vegeta-san," smiled the oldest Son brother, making Vegeta raise an eyebrow at him. "You want some company?"

Vegeta gave him a puzzled look and opened his mouth to say no, but for some reason the word didn’t come out. He frowned in confusion his eyes raking up the lean demi-saiyan’s form, studying him with hard eyes. Finding nothing off or strange he didn’t know what to think of his own inability to deny the boy. For some strange reason he found the demi-saiyan's offer of company appealing, very appealing. That he’d even made the offer was unusual, Gohan had never shown much interest in hanging around him before. His eyes made their way up to the demi-saiyan’s twin black orbs and he froze locking stares with him. There was some kind of naked emotion in those black depths that Vegeta couldn’t place, made him simply incapable of looking away. What was it: aggression, angry, desire, fear, sadness, joy, pain? What the hell was he looking at?! There was something Vegeta did know about those eyes though: they were completely animal-like. Vegeta couldn’t help it he shivered.

"You don’t mind do you Vegeta-san?" asked Gohan giving him a charming grin as he moved over to the other side of the car and opened the door to sit down on the passenger-seat.
As Gohan turned his head to the side to find and put on his seatbelt whatever spell he cast on Vegeta vanished.

The prince blinked his eyes a few times as if in a daze then gave his head a shake. What the hell was that?! He had this strange feeling running though him, chilling and warming him at the same time. He almost felt like he was on some kind of powerful drug that was making him feel a little fuzzy around the edges, dulling his reasoning. He wondered briefly if his eyes had looked like Gohan’s, if it was in fact him that was feeling his more animalistic side calling him. Non-sense Vegeta snapped at himself turning the ignition.

"Do whatever you want," said Vegeta in a cold voice as he backed the car out.

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Gohan’s eyes followed the saiyan’s every move, the scent was much, much stronger now. He didn’t even need to use his eyes to find the prince, he could have found him blindfold just by following that arousing scent.

Vegeta kept giving Gohan cautious glances as he pocketed his keys and moved towards the familiar bulk store. The Briefs family had been dealing with this particular store ever since Bulma had invited Vegeta to stay at Capsule Corps. Bulma’s mother, who’d done all the shopping and cooking back in her time, had made a special deal with the storeowner. They handed out some of the green stuff and the store put aside a portion of the produce, as well as some specific items they requested, and every two to three weeks one of them went and picked it up. This left little hassle for Vegeta and his kids as well as fattened the stores wallet; hell most stores would kill to have such a sweet deal since the Briefs bought enough supplies to feed an army on a monthly bases.

"Vegeta-san," smiled one young store boy who’d been stacking bags of dog and cat food before the two saiyans had entered the building.

Gohan couldn’t help it his face hardened looking at the boy. Why was he being so familiar and to Vegeta of all people? He took a step closer to the smaller saiyan, standing over him, and looking down at the boy with a very unfriendly look on his face.

"Yo," said Vegeta tossing the boy his car-keys. "Just put it in the back, I’m getting some other things today."

The boy smiled charmingly. "Back already? Do you throw a party every night a Capsule Corps or something?"

"No, teenagers," said Vegeta a bit of humor in his voice.

"I don’t see how Trunks-kun and Bra-chan could possible pack down all the food you people buy," said the boy tossing the keys in his hand. He glanced up over Vegeta’s shoulder to finally see the murderous look Gohan was giving him.

"You’d be surprised," said Vegeta. He frowned as he watched all the blood drain out of the boy’s face, he missed the keys he’d been tossing in his hand, which hit the floor with a cluck. He followed the boy’s eyes and glanced over his shoulder at Gohan, who didn’t look very happy about something at the moment. When the oldest Son brother realized Vegeta was looking his way his face softened and he gave the older man a small smile.

"Um…" said the boy quickly bending down and scooping up the keys. "I’ll just go carry that out to your car, Vegeta-san," he said in a rush running out to do so.

"Who was that?" asked Gohan his voice sounded slightly strained as he looked in the direction the boy had run off.

Vegeta shrugged. "Don’t know his name, he’s some boy that’s worked here for awhile and has the hots for Bra," commented the saiyan moving to finish up his shopping.

"Really? So you don’t know him," sighed Gohan in relief. He suddenly frowned looking at the smaller man’s backside. His heartbeat was speeding up again, but it didn’t have so much to do with being so close to Vegeta this time. No, he was feeling tense because there were so many people walking around the store shopping. He had the strongest desire to just grab Vegeta and drag him out of there. He bristled and almost bared his teeth several times as a few shoppers stopped to give him and his company a look over. The special attention they were getting was because Vegeta wasn’t bothering to hide his tail, letting the long furry appendage wave slowly behind him as he walked. That was strange, Vegeta didn’t usually uncurl his tail, especially in public. His eyes landed on the reddish length and he was soon hypnotized by its seductive swing, he even forgot everyone else’s presents as his eyes followed the tip; the impulse to reach out and grab it was growing by the second.

Vegeta was aware that his mind seemed to be slowly fogging over, almost like he was asleep and watching himself in a dream, it was a very detached kind of feeling. It didn’t seemed to be hindering him at the moment so he didn’t play it much mind, he was probably still only half-awake from that super long rest. Long naps seemed to make him feel more tired than rested so that was probably it. He gave his head a few quick shakes as if he could make the fuzzy feeling go away by doing so. He was also starting to feel a little hot, a comfortable, drowsy kind of feeling that only added to the numbness of mind. He almost didn’t register when he’d reached the butcher counter.

"Komban wa Vegeta-san," smiled one older man behind the counter, dressed in a leather apron, gloves, blood smeared, and beefy looking. "What can I do for you today?"

Vegeta snapped his attention up to the man, the fog momentarily lifting. He knew his man more closely, since it helped to be on good term the butcher, they got the best cuts that way; besides there was something that appealed to his saiyan side about a man that smelt so strongly of blood. "Got any prime rib today?" he asked.

"Yah, but you don’t want that, trust me." He motioned towards some slabs of meat with a large, sharp, bloody knife. "The top sirloin on the other hand is great, nice and tender. I highly recommend it, since I know you’re a man with good taste and who won’t feel the pinch in his wallet for it (beef is really expensive in Japan)."

Vegeta gave an amused snort at that. "Very well wrap me up some of that than. I’m going to get some shake (saki), I’ll pick it up on the way back."

"I’ll right than," said the butcher slamming his knife down on a large chuck of meat.

Vegeta was about to turned and head toward the liquor isle when he felt something touch the most sensitive part of his body. He couldn’t stop the fine tremor that raked him as he slowly turned to see Gohan who had one hand holding the middle of his tail. The boy had those animal eyes again as he stared at the furry length and slowly reached up his other hand to run in down the soft fur. Vegeta’s legs nearly gave out and he staggered back against the counter, reaching back with his hands to hold himself up.

"Wha- what are you doing?" he asked eyes widening slightly.

"Hm?" hummed Gohan lifting his head to look Vegeta in the face. He took in the almost startled look on the prince’s face and a moment of awareness finally set in.

"Let go," snapped Vegeta though the prince made no more to push him off.

Gohan looked back down at his hand holding the tail, almost like he hadn’t realized he’d grabbed it. Slowly he unclenched his hand and watched as the tail slipped over his fingers and coiled back safely around Vegeta’s waist.

Vegeta let out a slightly ragged breath. "Don’t do that." He wanted to throw in a few insults and growl angrily at the boy for daring to touch his tail, but once again he was unable to voice his opinion on the matter. It was like something was blocking him from making any moves that might encourage Gohan to leave. Did he really want the boy’s company that bad?! In confusion he gave the demi-saiyan his back again without a thought, though if he’d been thinking straight he’d never had done so at least not so quickly after having his tail grabbed. Saiyans don’t go around touching other saiyans’ tails; it was an unspoken rule among their kind. Tail touching was an intimate act, reserved for only family members and mates. It was also a sigh of dominance, a saiyan parent would grab their offspring by the tail when they won’t behave and the aggressive partner would grab his mate’s tail when he or she felt a need to assure their dominance over the other. Gohan doesn’t know anything about that thought Vegeta angrily to himself, it was his own fault for letting the furry appendage down. Really what had he been thinking, let his tail out like that?! The problem was he hadn’t been thinking; kami only knew how long it’d been waving behind him as his brain was off somewhere in lala land. He wondered briefly if there was something wrong with him.

They reached the liquor isle, rows upon rows of bottles lined the shelves everything from cheep saki to expensive wine. (According to my Japanese teacher you’re a social outcast in japan if you don’t drink, and by the sound of it they drink a lot!)

Vegeta’s anger melted as he walked down the rows reading the labels as he went. That was another odd thing, he didn’t seem to be able to stay mad long, hell he couldn’t seem to hold any emotion long. It was like he was slowly but steadily going emotionless. Did the kids slip me some damn anti-depressants? Wondered Vegeta briefly, seemed like the only logically explanation for the lack of bite in his bark. They’d threatened to, though Vegeta believed that they were only teasing when they’d said that.

Vegeta reached out a hand and ran a finger over the label of one wine before picking it up to study it closer. Gohan leaned over his shoulder looking at his choice.

"Plum Wine?"

"Ever had any?" asked the saiyan prince still looking the bottle over.

"No, is it good?"

"Yes, his brand was Bulma’s favorite. I think I’ll drink to her tonight," he said snapping up the bottle. He stopped and paused to look over his shoulder at Gohan, once again their eyes locked in a stare down which lasted for several long seconds before Gohan moved to stand inches from the saiyan prince, looking down at him with those animal eyes.

"Do you want some help drinking that?" asked Gohan reaching up a hand to tape a nail on the dark glass.

Vegeta remained frozen for several seconds longer. "No…"

Disappointment showed on Gohan’s face.

"Grab another bottle, I can easily finish one of these off by myself. One won’t be enough for two."

Gohan’s face instantly brightened and he reached out to pick up another bottle of plum wine. "It’s a date than."

Vegeta would have normally felt odd or uncomfortable hearing that from someone, but at the moment he felt nothing, nothing at all. Really it was so very strange, this state of blankness.

"Let’s go," smiled Gohan draping an arm over Vegeta’s shoulders.

Vegeta didn’t protest the close contact, didn’t find it unpleasant at all. Of course, he probably wouldn’t have found it unpleasant if someone had decided to shoot his car full of holes either right now. Odd, it was very odd.

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Vegeta was feeling far from emotionless at the moment. In fact, he was feeling pretty damn good as he chuckled into his glass, across from him Gohan did like-wise. After a period of feeling nothing what so ever his emotions had kicked back in with a vengeance or maybe that was the wine? Anyway he’d been acting very out of it, definitely not his usually grumpy self this evening. Hell, there was nothing unpleasant at all about him at the moment, the kids really must had slipped him some happy pills because woo doggy was he happy and for no damn reason. That foggy feeling was still there had actually gotten much worse, or maybe that was the wine again? Anyway his sense of reasoning was defiantly not working at the moment, I mean here he was wining and dining with Gohan of all people, laughing like a damn fool and giving his full attention to the man as if what he had to say truly interested him.

He really wondered if he was drunk, it didn’t seem possible. He could handle far more than one bottle of plum wine, hell Gohan had consumed just as much as he and didn’t seem sloshed.

Gohan laughed warmly. "Yah, you should have seen the look on her face, poor Videl. Ha, she gave me a black eye for it, then one hell of a kiss. Said she’d kill me if I ever played passim again."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Hell of a kiss ne? What kind?" he asked downing the rest of his drink.

"Eh?" said Gohan.

"Tongue or no tongue?" asked the prince giving him a devilish grin.

"Vegeta-san, is that really any of your business?" asked Gohan in amusement.

"No tongue than," stated Vegeta pouring himself another glass.

"I didn’t say there wasn’t any tongue," protested Gohan.

"You didn’t say there was either," said the prince twirling the liquid in his glass. "You’re too shy and tame anyway," stated the prince taking a sip.

"I am not! Okay maybe there was some."

"Maybe? There was or there wasn’t," said the prince closing his eyes and savoring the wine before swallowing it. He opened them again. "Admit it boy, you probably never even kissed that mate of yours till your bonding ceremony let alone made any kind of sexual advances towards her."

"I’m not that innocent, Vegeta," protested Gohan. "There was some okay."

"Some, maybe, boy your words lack conviction," smiled Vegeta. "How was there some tongue? Was it in or out?"

"Well, it’s hard to explain," said Gohan.

"Hn," smiled Vegeta. "You got no balls boy."

"I told you I’m not sure how to put it in words! Ah damn!" Gohan growled low in his throat and snapped out a hand to grab the nap of Vegeta’s neck, yanking the saiyan over to him. Vegeta fell right out off his chair and on his knees between Gohan’s parted thighs. The saiyan prince could only blink his eyes twice before closing them as Gohan demonstrated what he was unable to voice with words, sealing his mouth over the saiyan prince’s.

Gohan groaned as he tasted the other saiyan, Vegeta’s scent was so powerful now it almost had it own ki! It had been driving him mad all evening, his body had been in a state of half arousal half ache ever since they’d gotten back to Capsule Corps. He hadn’t planned to make any physical kind of move on the saiyan prince, wanted to see where he stood with Vegeta first, if the prince held any kind of interest in him in such a way. The saiyan’s actions tonight were very encouraging, apparently too encouraging as he was currently kissing him. He didn’t understand why he was being so bold himself, that scent, it was just too much. He wanted more.

They pulled back slowly, Gohan gave a lingering lick over the of saiyan’s moist lips before pulling back enough to look the other in the eyes.

"That was definitely tongue," said the prince.

"No," grinned Gohan in a very devilish fashion. "This is tongue," he said before moving down on the smaller man again. He wrapped his thick arms completely around the other man, crushing him to his front as he ravaged his mouth. Vegeta could only groan deep in his throat and even that sounded like it took some effort, especially since Gohan’s tongue was currently down his throat.

Gohan really couldn’t help himself, he was on fire, burning hot to the touch, inflamed with passion to the point that he simply didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but tasting and touching the smaller man he had trapped in his grip. He scooted foreword on his chair more, wrapping himself around the shorter man, his thighs squeezing Vegeta’s waist, feet circling behind the man to hook his ankles together, hands sliding up and down Vegeta’s corded back feeling the muscles there ripple in pleasure at his administration.

Finally he broke the kiss and watched Vegeta pant softly for air, black eyes clouded over and strangely animal-like. Gohan ducked his head and began to plant a line of butterfly kisses down the saiyan prince’s throat working his way down. The smaller saiyan’s chest heaved with deep intakes of air, he sounded far too out of breath for the amount of touching they’d done. That sweet perfume permeated him, Gohan could taste it on the other man’s skin, it was like an additive drug, he wanted more, he needed more.

Gohan’s hands slid down the other man’s sides fondling them lightly with strong fingers, they circled around the other man’s waist and he once again marveled as out slender Vegeta’s waist line was. In fact, with the other man crushed against him it was impossible not to notice the difference in build, Vegeta was petit compared to him. He was at least twice the saiyan’s mass. He’d never noticed this before since Vegeta had a way of making himself seem larger, and he’d always found a way to look down on people giving him an illusion of height he did not posses. His fingers traced the hem of the other man’s shirt and hooked under it to pull it up. He pulled back enough from Vegeta to yank the shirt over the other man’s head, but didn’t bother to work it off the prince’s arms, leaving him tangled up, as his head ducked again to lick down the saiyan’s impressive chest.

Vegeta gave a little growl, detangled his arms from his shirt, and reached up a hand to yank on Gohan’s tie, stopping the assault. He then leaned into Gohan and reached up a hand to grip the pair of delicate looking frames on his face. He pulled them off and leaned into give the taller man a light kiss on the lips before tossing the glasses behind him and reaching up with both hands to ripped Gohan’s button down shirt open in the front, making the line of tinny buttons fly everywhere. Gohan gasped and purred softly as Vegeta splayed his fingers over his broad chest worshipfully running them down to trace the washboard stomach underneath. The smaller saiyan bent down and nipped at Gohan’s chest dragging a wet tongue down to take one hard nipple in between his teeth.

Gohan arched his back, mouth falling open as his hands reached up to fist into Vegeta’s wild locks. He looked down at the other saiyan as Vegeta worked, releasing the nub to lightly lick at it with his tongue, hot breath arousing the taunt flesh even more. His brows turned down and he grunted softly as Vegeta undid the top button of his pants, pulled down the fly, and slipped one of his hands in to wrap it around his growing arousal. Vegeta dragged his tongue across Gohan’s chest to mercilessly tease his other nipple rock hard.

Gohan blushed and tilted back his head enjoying Vegeta’s tongue and hand on him as the older saiyan teased him skillfully. His brows turned down again as he looked down at the smaller saiyan, Vegeta was starting to take on the dominate roll. He let out a little growl his hands sliding down the other man’s back to grab and squeeze his rear hard. Vegeta let out his own low growl and looked up at Gohan with challenging eyes. Gohan met these black orbs with his own challenging gaze before jumping from his chair to try and pin the smaller man down, he would be dominate in his the other saiyan would submit to him. Vegeta released his hold on Gohan’s arousal to fight back, both growling low in their throats as they rolled around on the floor trying to pin and hold each other down. This lasted for several seconds with them crashing into furniture knocking things over as they grappled with each other, sneaking quick pats and plays of tongue as they did so, arousing each other even more as they rubbed and jerked against one another.

Gohan found himself flat on his back, Vegeta straddling his thighs and nipping at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, looking over the smaller man’s shoulder he could see the prince’s long tail lashing violently at the air behind him. His eyes narrowed on the long length of fur and his hands slid around the prince’s waist to reach out and snag the soft furry appendage.

Vegeta let out a shocked gasp and arched, tossing his head back. Gohan grinned: he’d won. He rolled the prince under him keeping a firm hold on the saiyan’s tail and began to bathe the other man in a shower of kisses and licks, tasting that wonderful mix of passion and lust the smaller saiyan was now literally sweating from his pours. He rubbed his crotch against the smaller man’s thigh, grinding Vegeta into the floor as he rotated his hips. His hand mercilessly teased the sensitive saiyan tail till small whimpers escaped Vegeta’s throat.

Yes you like that don’t you my little prince thought Gohan running his finger over the soft fur while he nibbled on the saiyan’s ear. A soft mew left Vegeta as he tossed his head, thrashing under the taller man, his hands going back to fist in the loose white business shirt covering the demi-saiyan’s back. Yes, you like that a lot grinned Gohan sitting back and pulling Vegeta up with him. He managed to get to his feet and half dragged half pulled Vegeta towards the man’s bedroom by that silky length of reddish brown fur. They crashed around the hallway to the room, knocking a few pictures off the walls as they did. Their hands roamed wildly over each other’s body, groping and fondling any and all flesh presented to them. Gohan was so hot and turned on now he could barely contain himself, he wanted to throw the other man down and fuck him insanely right there in the hall. He almost gave in and did just that as he slammed Vegeta’s back into the wall and pressed fully up against the smaller man’s frame. He growled in his throat and slid one of his hands back behind Vegeta’s right thigh to lift it and drape it high upon his hip making Vegeta balance on one foot. The demi-saiyan continued to growl his dominance to the other saiyan as he bent his knees to lowering himself till his arousal pressed snuggly between the other man’s wide spread thighs. Vegeta could only gasp and pant raggedly as Gohan gave a series of short hard thrusts holding his thigh up high on his hip. The only thing prevent Gohan from penetrating him was the barrier of their pants but he could still distantly feel the other man’s hard arousal thought the cloth as it ground against him.

Gohan glanced down the hall to see the bedroom door. Seeing he wasn’t too far away from the security and comforts of a bed he convinced his needy body to stop his onslaught of the slighter saiyan for a moment. Vegeta groaned low against him as the younger man’s hips stopped their hard pounding and he found himself tucked under Gohan’s arm as the man simply picked him up like a sack of potatoes and dashed for the room. Gohan kicked the door in and rushed inside, slamming it shut behind him. He tossed Vegeta face down to lay bent over the bed keeping his firm hold on the other man’s tail as he did. Vegeta panted hard as the other man’s weight pressed him down on the mattress.
"I’m going to use your whole body to make me feel good," promised Gohan whispering seductively in the smaller man’s ear before lapping wetly at it invoking a violent shiver from Vegeta. Gohan momentarily released Vegeta’s tail and traced his hands down the other man’s sides to find and grab the rim of Vegeta’s jeans. He ripped the faded denim right off the saiyan’s backside leaving faint red marks on Vegeta’s tanned thighs. Vegeta could only moan into the sheets, making fists in the fabric as his tail was captured once again. Gohan’s tongue swept over the plains of Vegeta’s back as his free hand tugged one thigh out to allow him to move between them. He reached around with one hand and offered the smaller man two of his fingers, which Vegeta immediately sucked on.

Gohan grinned at his partner’s obvious eagerness; he rocked himself against the slighter man, giving light friction to his needy arousal. He couldn’t take much more foreplay perhaps he should just move on to the real action. Yes that appealed to him greatly he decided as he removed his fingers from Vegeta’s wet mouth and traced them lightly down the smaller man’s back to the curve of his rear. He ran them down the cleft of the prince’s round buttocks and dug in to find and tease at the man’s anus. Vegeta huffed and arched as one slicked finger was forced into him. Gohan groaned at the tight heat that greeted him, exploring deep with his digit. Gods this is going to be a tight fit, better work him up to it a bit first he thought slipping in a second finger.

Vegeta grunted softly as Gohan stoked him with every in and out motion of his hand, he couldn’t help but cry out as Gohan finally found his sweet spot making dots of light and color flash behind his eye lids.

Gohan was now breathing in deep, shallow breaths too as he watched Vegeta rock back to meet his thrusting fingers. He hadn’t thought the other man would find this so pleasant, but by the look on Vegeta’s face it really wasn’t as terrible as Gohan had thought. He spread his fingers stretching the other man as much as possible while trying to hit that pleasure spot each and every time making a chorus of whimpers and groans leave the lustful man under him.

Finally he could take no more of the display and removed his hand to tug down the fly of his pants freeing his strained erection, this other hand remained on the saiyan’s tail pulling it taunt as he moved into position.

Vegeta let out a breathless gasp as he was impaled through by the oldest Son brother’s aching need it was indeed a tight fit almost too much for him to take without being ripped to pieces. A part of the saiyan prince’s mind informed him that he was letting that lowly half-bred mount him like a dog and use him for his own means, but Vegeta simply had no will or care to try and stop the demi-saiyan at this point. He hadn't had the will to stop him when this all first began, he sure as hell didn’t have it now that he was getting what his body feverishly craved. He let out a cry half from pleasure half from pain as Gohan gave a hard tug on his tail and thrust up at the same time. Vegeta didn’t know if he should push back to meet him to escape the harsh tugs on his tail or push forward to lessen the force of Gohan’s powerful thrusts. He was left in that harsh push pull position for quite some time trying to make up his mind, only able to moan low in his throat under the delicious onslaught. Damn, he’d been wrong about Gohan the boy wasn’t tame at all he was downright wild!

Vegeta finally decided to except his roll in this and began to move with the demi-saiyan, managing to find a pace that lessened the quick tugs on his sensitive tail, but made him meet the grueling bump and grind of Gohan’s hips with every thrust. Truthfully he couldn’t say that he didn’t like this, this mixed pain and pleasure, he’d just gotten use to a more gentle love session since Bulma had been too frail to take such a pounding. Apparently Gohan knew he could and was exploiting that to both their mind-blowing bliss. Vegeta buried the side of his face in the sheets and tried to muffle the screams that wanted to make themselves heard by the world, it’d been so long since he’d taken it like this, since before his time on earth. Gods, he hadn’t realized he’d missed it till now.

Gohan grunted, his deep breaths filled the room with their loud pants as he rode the other saiyan hard. He’d never been able to use this much force before, not with Videl, she had after all still been human if a strong one. Vegeta’s ability to take it hard combined with the amount of time Gohan had been chaste made for one violent partaking of flesh. That potent scent had awoken his darkest side, one he rarely indulged in, and with such wild impulses running rapid through his body he didn’t think twice about checking his power level. Nor did he stop in his quickening pace as his aura exploded and his hair bleached golden blond, sparks of power clashing around his form in an electric dance that could only be super saiyan level two. He leaned over the smaller saiyan, who screamed at such a power rush burning against his skin, and locked eyes with Vegeta as the saiyan no ouji turned his head to look at him with shock. Gohan only grinned down at him, a sly very saiyan-like grin as he lifted one leg and braced his knee on the bed, angling his hips down and leaning his weight into the smaller body with all the glorious strength of his super saiyan power.

Vegeta found it impossible to breathe under such an assault of senses, Gohan’s grip on his tail had tightened as well with his transformation making flashes of black swim over Vegeta’s vision threatening to make him pass out. He couldn’t think straight enough to even try to raise his power up to match the half-breed’s, Gohan had powered up too high too fast for rational thought on his part. He managed a few quick gasps for breath as Gohan paused for a moment to shove him foreword more on the bed than climbed up himself to kneel behind the prone prince. He licked his lips in anticipation as Gohan released his tail and gripped him on both sides of his hips to pull them up and back. He didn’t attempt to rise on his hands, remained with his front press to the bed in a submissive gesture. The other man had won the right to this position, even if he ranked a higher level of super saiyan than Gohan the demi-saiyan had conquered him this night. Plus, though he’d never admit it, this was just how he liked it best, hard, fast, and wild. He could only purr softly his pleasure as Gohan slid one hand over his hip to encircle his arousal and set the pace once again with his hips.

Gohan knew he was being too rough with Vegeta, the other man would probably be very sore when he was done, but at the moment he didn’t care to take it easy. His was his favorite position, he loved the animal like feeling it gave him to take someone from behind, the wash of power he felt to have such a dominating hold on his partner during sex. Videl had never liked it much this way she knew the power trip it gave him to make her so submissive. He held tight to Vegeta’s hips, pulling the prince back to met his every thrust, he could feel the smaller man’s thighs tremble with pleasure and exhaustion finding it hard to keep up with a level two when his hair remained midnight black. Gohan made sure he gave as well as he took matching the pace of his hips with that of his hand, stroking the saiyan with expertise. He knew Vegeta appreciated it as the small saiyan panted and moaned loudly into the mattress finally attempting to gag himself by biting down on the white sheets.

Suddenly Vegeta screamed under him and pushed himself up on his forearms, bowing his head, and leaning forward as he could take no more and came in the demi-saiyan’s grip, his tail stretching out straight behind him as he did.

Gohan’s breath hitched as Vegeta came, tight muscles clamped and held him even tighter in that lush heat. All he could do was groan low and lean forward with the prince; he released Vegeta’s hips to brace himself, his hands on either side of Vegeta’s shoulders. The muscles in his butt and thighs all went steel tight as he too reached climax releasing himself deep in the smaller saiyan’s warm flesh. After several seconds of give tight jerks of his hips drawing out his pleasure, the exhaustion of the act hit him hard and his trembling arms gave out to push Vegeta flat under him. His hot breath beat down on the panting prince’s neck as he tried to regain his senses and refill his starved lungs. Slowly he came back to himself and reached up a hand to brush it through the stiff black strands of Vegeta’s hair, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the sweaty prince’s cheek.

Vegeta sighed softly into the bed, enjoying the sensation of being so sated, his body ached from the harsh pounding and he was unbelievably hot with the larger demi-saiyan covering his whole back with his own hot flesh. He purred softly as Gohan ran his fingers fondly through his hair and gave him a small peck on the cheek before rolling off him to spoon up behind the tired saiyan no ouji. They stayed that way panting lightly in the dark room for several minutes, Gohan slowly running his hands up and down the saiyan’s sweaty chest and sides watching Vegeta breath while Vegeta stared blankly across the room at the wall there too tired and sore to do much more.

Gohan watched the other saiyan though possessive eyes as Vegeta lay there motionless. His body hummed pleasantly with their lovemaking, it really had been incredible, such tight searing heat. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back a small smile graced his lips as he recalled everything in detail. Yes, incredible he thought opening his eyes and looking down at the smaller man, smiling fondly as he saw Vegeta had fallen asleep. He reached down and lightly rubbed his knuckles over the saiyan’s cheekbone. "Sleep well Vegeta," he said softly before laying back on his side, arms moving to circle the other man’s waist. He buried his nose in Vegeta’s hair and breathed that pleasant scent letting its aroma coax him into his own pleasant dreams.

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Vegeta spread his fingers and ran them over the softness of his sheets. He was pretty sure he was in the middle of the bed somewhere as his pillow wasn’t anywhere near him, not that he minded much. He was far too comfortable at the moment, his bed too warm and soft to even attempt to get up. He rolled over on his belly and bought his nose down to inhale the scent of the sheets, which held the evidence of a night of passion in their aroma as well as who the culprit of that night had been: Gohan. At the thought of the demi-saiyan Vegeta lazily opened his eyes and looked around for him. He frowned and sat up when he did not spot the hybrid, wincing slightly his body hummed with a dull ache that was showing signs of fading fast thanks to his natural saiyan healing abilities. He sat there kneeling on the large bed for a moment running one hand though his coarse hair wondering where the brat had gone.

He snorted and frowned feeling abandoned, used, and strangely disappointed in the oldest Son brother. Of course, what else could he expect from a half-breed that didn’t know anything about himself or his people’s customs? He started to ponder why he’d let the boy bed him last night, but his thoughts were interrupted by the said demi-saiyan poked his head through the doorway to his room to smiled widely at him.

"You’re awake," said Gohan stepping into the room while pulling his tie up. Vegeta noted that he’d found a new shirt somewhere and smelt much cleaner, apparently the boy had taken a bath or shower. He could no longer smell himself on Gohan though he fairly reeked of the hybrid. Gohan noticed his eyes taking in his attire and only smiled wider. "It’s Trunks, I borrowed one of his since mine got ruined yesterday," he grinned at the saiyan and moved over to sit on the bed next to him. He leaned into the smaller saiyan and took hold of his chin to kiss him first softly than passionately on the lips, gently playing over the prince’s canines and stroking his tongue. Vegeta willingly kiss back feeling that odd feeling that had consumed his mind last night and made him so relaxed and pleasant. Apparently it wasn’t the wine or any type of drug as their affect surely would have worn off by now. His hand slid up the taller man’s shoulders to hold him lightly behind the neck, leaning in and purring softly in his throat as he continued the gentle play of tongues.

Gohan pulled back and then moved forward to give Vegeta a light peck on the lips. "Thank you for last night," he smiled running his hand up to the side of Vegeta’s face. "Can we do it again some time?"

Vegeta grinned slyly at him and moved to straddle his waist, leaning in till he was nose to nose with the demi-saiyan. "We can do it again right now if you want boy," he purred invitingly. His body craved to take and be taken again even as he still ached slightly. Vegeta was all too aware that he was very horny, far too excited to stop and think about it as he was staring a potential partner in the face.

Gohan’s friendly smiled turned slightly naughty as he leaned back to run his eyes worshipfully up the other’s still nude form. "You can’t want it now, you must be in some pain from last night," he said never taking his eyes off the prince’s fine chiseled body.

Vegeta licked his lip slowly making sure Gohan watched him do it. "You’re concern is appreciated, but not needed, I’m perfectly capable of withstand another round of that. Though, I think it’s my turn to have some fun," he purred softly siding his hands down to squeeze the demi-saiyan’s rear.

Gohan let out a slow breath, licking his own lips at the proposal. Vegeta was so willing it was hard to resist but he had too…

"Gomen Vegeta-san," said Gohan looking at the full-blooded saiyan through half-lidded eyes. "I can’t stay I’ve got work today. Trunks will need some back up while he’s on the moon and he’s counting on me to take care of things here awhile he’s gone."

Vegeta leaned in to nip lightly at Gohan’s neck. "Stay now and I promise you, you won’t regret it, leave and I cannot make the same promise."

Gohan’s brows turned down not understanding the meaning of Vegeta’s words. He pushed the man back both to keep him from arousing him anymore and to look him in the eyes. "I will come back soon," said Gohan.

"Soon?" asked Vegeta rising an eyebrow.

"Very soon," promised Gohan giving him that very saiyan-like grin.

"Hn," snorted Vegeta. "Go if you want, but I still make no promises if you leave now," said the saiyan prince really hoping Gohan would take the hint and ditch work to spend the day rolling around together with him.

Gohan reached up a hand again to hold the side of Vegeta’s face locking eyes with him. "You’re so very hard to resist Vegeta, but I really should fulfill my obligations to Trunks. I’ll make it up to you, tonight?" he asked grinning seductively at the man.

"If you want to go than go," said Vegeta frowning and moving off his lap to give him his back.

Gohan leaned over to kiss him on the neck, hands moving up to Vegeta’s rounded shoulders. "Thanks, I’ll be back tonight Vegeta." He took hold of the saiyan’s chin and tilted it to the side to allow him to kiss the smaller man on the lips deeply. Once again Vegeta welcomed the kiss and played back, but not with as much passion since he knew the boy was leaving. He was still disappointed in being left alone, but held hope that the boy would keep his word and return soon, though he really didn’t know if he could last that long….

"Hmm," groaned Gohan and slowly pulled back. "Sayonara, Vegeta-san," he said and without another word got up to walked out of the house towards another CC building across town where he was stationed.

Once Vegeta could no longer feel him in the house he flopped back on the bed and reached up a hand to rub his forehead feeling annoyed and frustrated, not to mention over heated. He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes briefly trying to distinguish the fire that burned in his blood, that odd feeling that had started yesterday. It hadn’t lessened after having sex with Gohan no it burned him even more now.

"It’s so hot," muttered Vegeta to the empty room. Giving an annoyed sigh he forced himself to get up. He decided on a cold shower wanting to cool down and wash Gohan’s scent off him. If the boy wasn’t there he didn’t see any reason why he should smell like him, especially if someone else happened to stop by….